Jess' Story Chapter 18, Part I From Paul's viewpoint
When I first met Jess, I thought I already knew him. If you had asked me then I would have told you that I loved him. That I'd been in love with him for years.
But as the first summer session drew to a close and the date we had set for our "union" drew near, I started to realize more and more that I hadn't really known him the way I thought I had. It may be true that I loved him, but I didn't really know him.
It was becoming clear to me that I was growing closer to Jess day by day. Learning things I had never even suspected about him. In some ways he was the same Jess I thought I had known from his story. But in other ways he was a more complex, deeper, more caring Jess than I had ever imagined possible.
Our life together was good, but certainly not perfect. Learning to live with a guy isn't easy. Every day isn't always perfect bliss. Like I'd finish the last box of cereal and forget to buy more. He wouldn't get off the phone with Justin and it would make us late for a movie. Little things like that could easily get on a guy's nerves.
Somehow Jess always seemed to get us through those moments. I tried to learn to do the same by watching what he did. It was a special talent he had with people. He seemed to know how to make things right. To say the right thing. Do the right. Ignore the right thing.
What I appreciated most was how much Jess opened up his life to me and shared so much of himself with me. Sometimes it was just small things. Other times it was things that mattered so much. At least mattered to me.
Just one example: I'd come to realize that Hardreader called Jess at 5 p.m. every Sunday almost like clockwork. I'd also noticed that Jess was quick to answer his phone and head into the bedroom to talk with him in private.
Then one Sunday not too long after the night we didn't do it, Jess' cell rang at 5 p.m. "Paul, can you get my phone? Tell H.R. I'm busy and I'll call him back."
I answered Jess' cell phone. I'd never spoken to Hardreader. It was more terrifying than the first time I had to speak to Billy. "Hello?" I said as if it were more of a question than a greeting.
"Paul?" the voice at the other end said.
"Yeah, this is Paul. Hardreader, right?"
"Yes. So good to finally talk to you, Paul. I've heard so much about you. You seem to be making Jess a very happy young man. I can't wait to meet you and get to know you better. So have you two had a good weekend?"
An hour later I finally said goodbye. I couldn't believe all the things we'd talked about. He was so casual and familiar and relaxed that it never occurred to me that there was anything I couldn't or shouldn't say to him . . . no matter how personal or intimate.
You've got to understand that Hardreader has a way of injecting sex into almost everything he talks about. By the end of our conversation I'd somehow ended up describing my penis to him in more detail than I thought I could. Jess' penis too. And our cum of course. I described what my first orgasm with Jess had felt like. What my cum tasted like. Described the first time I ever masturbated.
He talked too. Like when we both talked about our sexual fantasies and desires. He was so graphic and detailed and explicit in describing his own. Listening to him, it was clear to me that this was the same Hardreader I had come to know reading his story about Jess and Justin and Billy.
He seemed genuinely interested in my fantasies and the pitiful reality that had been my life. But when Hardreader got me talking, it all became so erotic and yet so matter-of-fact casual. I was rock hard most of the time and yet completely at ease with this man I'd never met.
Of course we'd talked about what I liked about "I Thought I Knew." What had attracted me to Jess? How much I jerked off reading it? How much I came? Where I came? When I came? And whether I liked to eat my cum?
It seemed so easy and so natural to tell him things I had never thought I would tell anyone. But I told Hardreader without a moment's hesitation. In detail and at length. For more than an hour. Sitting in the privacy of the bedroom where Jess couldn't hear.
When I thought back on it all, I suspected that Hardreader already knew the answers to many of his own questions. That he and Jess had already talked about these things. He was only checking and confirming and expanding what he knew about me. It was like a test, I thought.
The more I thought about that "test", the more I hoped I'd done well. I felt the need to please Hardreader. I knew that Jess had. And that Billy and Justin had. I wanted to please him as much as the three of them had. To make sure he would accept me as Jess' boyfriend. Make me a part of his circle of friends. I guess what I wanted more than anything else from Hardreader was acceptance.
I wanted to be part of Jess' story.
When I came out of the bedroom, I was feeling so horny from all the stuff we'd talked about. I was on the edge of cumming. Jess looked up from the book he was reading and asked, "So what did you and H.R. talk about? Me I hope?" He flashed me that smile I liked so much.
"Not really," I said honestly.
"Did he tell you we're going to go see him and Karl next Sunday after I take you to see my folks and where I grew up?"
"I'm going to meet Hardreader?" I said in total disbelief. I somehow had never considered the possibility.
"We are unless you need to get back earlier," he said nonchalantly.
I said I could stay as late as we needed, but I couldn't really believe it was going to happen.
"When you see him, please remember to call him H.R. Everyone does," Jess said and returned to studying as though nothing had happened. Leaving me with aching nuts and a throbbing cock. My head was spinning with images of Hardreader and our conversation.
I went back into the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. I opened my shorts and started stroking my aching cock! I had to get this load off. I'd been hard and in desperate need of relief for more than an hour. I had wondered if Hardreader would try to get me off over the phone. But he never had. He'd only kept me worked up beyond belief with his talking.
It was only a minute or so before I heard Jess come in and close the door behind him. "So H.R. got you worked up?"
"Yeah," I said as I eased my firm grip on my cock.
"Well, let me take care of that for you." Jess said, kneeling beside me and bending over to take my hard cock in his warm mouth. His lips caressed the sheath of my skin that covered this tangle of nerves and needs. As Jess sucked my cock deeper and deeper into the caressing confines of his velvety throat, I wondered how one small part of my body could feel like it was so much in control of my entire being.
I was so worked up. I was near exploding with pent up sexual frenzy. I bucked my hips high off the bed as Jess sucked my cock. My back arched, completely free from the bed. My feet and my shoulders supporting my upward thrust crotch. I felt like I was more penis than anything else right then. And I wanted to be inside of Jess all the way.
I thrust repeatedly into his mouth to drive my cock deeper. Jess responded by taking my ass cheeks in his hands and pulling me in with every thrust I made. He didn't gag. Not once.
At one critical point I drove my cock as deep as I could and held it there. He sensed how close I was and helped to hold me. My cock completely inside him. My nuts against his chin. I could feel his breath coming out his nose, which was buried in my trimmed pubes.
It felt as though Jess contained me completely. Holding me. Wrapped entirely around me. I loved that he could hold me this way. Just the way I wanted.
Then with a gentleness that seemed such a change from my forceful pummeling of his mouth, he began to ease my cock out. His smooth, wet lips still wrapped tightly around my pulsing cock.
The feel of his lips sliding from the base of my cock toward the top was so powerful. As his lips moved across the tangle of nerves at the base of my cockhead, it all became too much. As my cocklips rested on Jess' lips, I cried out a stream of obscenities like I'd never said before.
My cum exploded. I spasmed and shot load after load of cum as Jess licked furiously at my cockhead and my cocklips. My cum splattered his face and his hair. Some must have gone past his face and splattered who knows where.
As I came I felt hugely powerful and invincible. The power to cum was like the power to control. To rule. To command. My cock was the ruler's scepter to which all men must yield.
But all too soon I was spent and exhausted and my hips eased from Jess' hands as I settled onto the bed.
Jess took my sperm-coated cock in both hands and began to gently stroke it. Lick it. Kiss it. I just lay there . . . a moaning mess of spent jizz and subsiding hormones.
At last Jess let go of my penis and smiled down at me. "H.R. affects a lot of guys that way." That was all he said before getting up to go back to the kitchen table to study some more.
I was so exhausted by the whole experience that I lay there till I fell asleep.
I awoke a couple of hours later with the realization that there had been an abrupt shift in my world. Like a colossal earthquake had reshaped everything. I didn't know exactly what it was, but I knew Hardreader was at the center of it.
Then I remembered that I was going to meet Hardreader in person. And his boyfriend. In their home. Oh my god, I thought, what should I wear?
That following Sunday, Jess and I left campus early and drove to Chicago for lunch with his parents. He had told them we'd be rooming together in the fall "to cut expenses." That's all they really needed to know, I guess.
His parents were nice enough but they didn't really pay much attention to me. And I didn't really care so much about meeting his parents. I wanted to see Jess' old bedroom - "Unchanged since the day I left for school," Jess said. And I got to see where Justin had lived and Billy, too.
I had created images of all these places in my mind. I think more than anything, I wanted to see Justin's bedroom, where so many interesting things had happened. It had been almost the focal point of my life as I read "I Thought I Knew."
When Jess took me up to see it, it turned out to be smaller than I had imagined. And less cluttered. Cleaner. Less a guy's room and more just another bedroom.
As we stepped in and closed the door, I inhaled to see if I could smell him. But that had faded away many, many months ago.
I'll never forget how we sat side by side on the foot of Jess' bed. The same bed where Jess had Billy had sat so many times jerking off. I was getting hard thinking about sitting right where Billy had sat so many years earlier. Cum pouring from his hard, young cock. Rolling over his knuckles. Dripping down his balls.
I asked Jess if he wanted to jerk off and cum with me like he had with Billy.
"I always want to jerk off with you. Every chance we get," he said with a little laugh in his voice. But he was afraid his parents might interrupt. So we didn't. I was disappointed. It was one of those things I had so clearly imagined would happen that day.
Another thing I'd imagined was seeing Billy's bedroom where Jess had been tricked into seeing Justin and Billy together. But there was no way to do that.
Jess spent the early afternoon showing me things and place, and telling me about stuff the three of them and their friends had done. I was happy to see and learn about it all. He reminisced about a lot of stuff that wasn't in his story. It made me realize once again how much Hardreader had to leave out or else the story might have gone on forever.
We stopped out front of Justin's house for about 10 minutes while Jess told me a couple of stories about things that had happened there. From the front, Justin's house didn't look quite as big as I'd imagined it. But it was beautiful. So well maintained and perfectly landscaped. The whole street looked perfect.
Before I knew it we were leaving Justin's and headed to Hardreader's home. As I pictured meeting Hardreader, I couldn't deny how excited I was. I mean excited, like hard. I didn't really know what to expect. but Jess had assured me dozen of times we'd have a great time. I'd love Hardreader . . . love H.R. and Karl.
As we left the suburbs and got more and more into the city, Jess turned kind of serious and warned me to watch out because things almost always turned to sex when H.R. was involved.
"So did you and H.R. ever have sex? I mean did the two of you ever . . ." I didn't want to say it.
"Yeah, we did," Jess said and glanced over at me to see if I was OK with that. "You've always known I was no virgin," He paused, but I didn't respond. "Why? Does it bother you that I did it with H.R.?"
"Did you do it more than once?" I asked. That was so stupid because I don't think I really wanted to know. But I couldn't stop myself from asking.
"Yeah, more than once. And for the record, he's not that big, but he's very good at it."
"Will he want to do it with you again?" I asked, again probably not wanting to hear Jess' answer. As I asked him I realized I was playing with my hard cock through my lightweight summer slacks. I stopped, but didn't take my hand away.
"You mean will me and H.R. have sex today?" Jess gave me a big smile and laughed. He seemed to mean it as a little joke that I thought meant No.
At the next stoplight he looked at me with a wicked grin and then looked down at my crotch, where my hard cock was tenting my slacks. "He might want you to fuck him a time or two if you're showing that wood like you are right now."
We drove on in silence for the last 10 or 15 minutes while I thought about Jess and Hardreader. Who had been top and who the bottom? Had it just been the two of them? Were they naked? Did they kiss? Had they spent hours rolling around in bed together? Or was it just something quick? Did Jess suck H.R.'s . . .
By the time we got there, I was really hard.
Jess parked on the street at the backside of a tall building. He released his seatbelt and started to get out of the car.
"I can't go in there," I said.
Jess looked surprised and confused.
"Not like this." I made a point of looking down into my lap where my hard cock was still pitching quite a tent.
Jess got out and closed his door. He walked around to my side and opened my door. He held out his hand to me to help me out. He had that wicked grin again as he said, "H.R. is gonna eat you up."
"I can't," I kept saying as Jess ignored me and all but dragged me around to the front of the building and then inside.
"I can't," I protested as we waited for the doorman to call H.R. to let us go up the elevator.
As we got out of the elevator on the top floor of the building, I said one last time, "I really can't."
"Don't worry about it. If he notices your boner, just tell him you're glad to see him. H.R. will understand that," Jess said. "The old perv will probably be hard too."
Before we could knock, the door opened and there was a man . . . not an old man, not a perv . . . but a regular, nice enough looking guy standing there in a pair of almost gauzy-like cargo pants, wearing a faded T-shirt that was like blue or kind of green almost. I don't know why I was paying so much attention to his clothes, except that I thought his shorts were so gauzy I might be able to see his penis right through them.
I guess I didn't really have a mental picture of what Hardreader would look like. I don't really know what I expected, but he didn't look like the kind of guy who wrote porno stories. He looked way too nice.
As I continued to stare at his clothing, I heard him clear his throat and I looked up into his face. He was smiling and welcoming and completely at ease. Like he was really glad we were there. Like he was really glad to see me.
As I looked at him, it was as if someone had just turned the sound up and I realized Jess was making introductions. " . . . and Paul has been so excited to meet you, as you can tell from the mighty wood he's sporting for you."
"Shut up, Jess," I said and hit him hard on the shoulder. Both Hardreader and Jess laughed a little as they stared and even pointed at my crotch. I couldn't help but look down to see how obvious my boner was. It was worse than I thought. My cock had started to go down a little and was now poking straight out in front of me creating an enormous tent in my slacks. A slight damp spot at the tip.
H.R. finally stopped staring at my wood and looked at Jess saying, "Now I see why you like him so much. I think I'll like him too."
My head fell back in embarrassment and shame. I didn't want to look or speak to either of them. I wanted to vanish and never be seen again.
"Come on in and make yourselves comfortable," Hardreader said in the most casual of tones as he turned away to lead us inside. He acted as though guys with boners showed up at his door everyday. "What can I get you to drink?"
To Be Continued . . .
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The characters in this project are real. The names and some other identifying information in this story have been changed to conceal the identities of the characters described. The Copyright for this story is held by HardReader. The story may not be reprinted or distributed elsewhere in print, electronically or digitally without the permission of the author.
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While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And stay hard! -- H.R.