As some of you may already know, I am a porn writer best known for my "I Thought I Knew" series about the real lives of friends of mine. It generates a lot of responses and some of the most ardent have been from PerpetuallyHard312.
After a couple of his comments and subsequent email exchanges, we eventually got to chatting online.
I guess you could say we quickly became good friends and I was sort of a confidant for him.
One evening we got to chatting and he told me the most amazing story. I have to say it turned me on and it seemed to resonate from so deep within PH that I knew I wanted to help him tell it to others.
When we were done talking, I asked him what he thought of the idea of my writing his story as a mini-project. He hardly hesitated. He was so excited. So turned on by the idea of sharing this story.
I saved that IM and a few others that followed. PH wrote some notes for me as well. During the following week, we worked together crafting this project which we call:
Why I Am Perpetually Hard As told to HardReader by PerpetuallyHard312
Chapter 1
I was chatting online with a guy I've gotten to know recently. I mean I know him about as well as you can know someone you chat with online but have never met. We talk about life, mostly my life, which sucks. And of course about sex and school and stuff like that.
He was fascinated by that fact that I usually cum about seven times a day. I'm always hard. Always horny. And since I don't have a lot to keep me busy besides school, I jerk off a lot.
Anyway, I'd cum nine times in a single day earlier that week. I had run my cock completely dry. It sort of hurt and I needed a break. So I was taking a five-day "sabbatical" from jerking off.
That night was to be my last night. I could cum anytime I wanted after midnight. So this guy and I were talking about the "sabbatical." Out of the blue, he asked me a simple question, but it sent my mind back to a place . . . a place I like to go. A place I go often when I'm alone. But in some ways it's kind of a sad place.
Anyway, the question he asked me was: so whose the hottest guy u know
I didn't really need to think about that for too long. His picture was staring back at me. . . . I keep it right next to me on my desk. Me and him and a couple of other friends were posing shirtless, showing our muscles. A summer day. Stripped to the waist. Happy. Together.
But you have to remember, I'm not out. Not even a little. Not to anyone I know. And I'm not used to talking openly about sex, boys, my feelings, my needs, to anyone. I wouldn't have Jordan's picture sitting out like it does if I thought there was a chance anyone else might come into my room.
But talking to this guy on line, I've started to loosen up and share. At least a little bit.
So I wrote back: that's a good question... there's quite a few actually
H.R.: pick one
PerpetuallyHard312: ......l guess l'd say Jordan we had the most in common we were like brothers he was my evil apprentice lol
There I'd said it. Jordan. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think about him. That I didn't long to be with him. That I didn't regret . . .
He'd been my best friend in high school and all through my freshman year at college. We'd hung together. He was straight and I was gay. Of course, he didn't know that. I couldn't tell him. I knew if I did I risked losing him. And I didn't want to lose Jordan.
I explained to my online friend how I always was trying to get as close to Jordan as I could, without going too far, because he was always the self-proclaimed ladies' man. But in so any other ways we were so much alike.
We always pictured the bad in everything in a playful way. Like whenever we played a game we exaggerated on the gory details. We liked to play pranks on our friends. Just harmless stuff like dropping a water balloon from a door or pulling a chair out from under them.
And while we were doing all that harmless stuff, I was always trying to find ways to express what I felt inside, without having to tell Jordan how I really felt. Like I never missed an opportunity to feel him up when we wrestled. He never seemed to mind, or even notice. But I couldn't push it too far.
We shared a very sexual sense of humor, too. My head is swimming with so many memories now I don't know how to sort them all out.
I guess I can say that Jordan is an ambitious guy, trying to outdo me in everything. It's almost like we are brothers. We're a lot like brothers.
We both have chocolate brown skin. He has a tan, or he did during the time a year ago that I can't forget. It's how I'll always picture him in my mind. His skin . . . I can't believe how I miss him. His skin is more golden in the sun...and very soft and tight.
And now he's gone off to the service and . . .
H.R.: you never did anything with him? Didnt tell him how u felt about him?
PerpetuallyHard312: l was going to but l chickened out at the last second l think for awhile before he left he was curious and l almost did try once but l was so scared
H.R.: had u seen him hard or shown him ur hard cock
I wasn't sure I could share what had happened with anyone. But it was eating away inside of me. It had been almost exactly a year since my last night together with Jordan. The memory of it was eating me up. I decided to go ahead. Tell this guy. See what he thought.
It isn't like me to talk about this stuff. I'm shy. I don't just lay my feelings out for the world to see. I've been hiding inside myself for years. But I managed to type:
PerpetuallyHard312: l gave him a massage to loosen him up and relax him l offered to give him a bj he almost accepted but didn't
H.R.: so he prob expects ur gay
PerpetuallyHard312: l'm amazed that he didn't figure it out
Then my story of that night started flowing out of me. I couldn't stop it once I had started. It needed to come out. So I told my new online friend what had happened.
Jordan was laying shirtless face-up on the bed in my apartment. It was my freshman year. The two of us. We were talking about nothing in particular. He was leaving for the service and I knew this was our last chance together. My last chance.
I started playing with the hair on his arms. He played with mine too for awhile. It felt so good. On the bed together. Just letting my hands run over his golden skin. And feeling him do the same to me.
I told him to relax and turn over. When he did I could see his butt. His butt is amazing and seeing it, even covered by his shorts or pants always gets me hard. At least a little. I've jerked off thinking of his butt so many times.
I started at his neck and then let my hands work across his broad shoulders. Kneading the muscles across his back. I was straddling him as I worked his shoulders. My cock resting between the bulbs of his muscular ass. It was a miracle I wasn't hard. Not fully anyway.
I could hardly believe I was telling all of this to a guy I'd never even met. But I had to tell someone. So I kept on with my story of that night:
If Jordan noticed my cock getting harder and harder, he didn't seem to mind. He was too into the massage
I was feeling bolder. I don't know if it was that Jordan wasn't objecting, or that my cock was being more demanding. But whatever it was that was giving me the nerve, I worked my way down his beautiful, muscular body. Bringing my face close to his ass.
I couldn't help myself. I had to inhale his sexy scent. I was so hot and bothered I almost ripped his shorts off and rimmed him
I'd known since I first saw him that night that Jordan was going commando. Earlier in the evening, he had bent over to tie his shoes. I could see his ass crack and I nearly came right then and there. He has a fine dusting of hair on his ass and it looks soooo fucking tight.
Anyway, back to Jordan and me on my bed. Our last night together. My sex-drive in overdrive. There I was massaging his back. My cock nestled between his tight buns. And neither of us saying a word. I felt something was flowing freely between us, but I don't know . . . didn't know . . .
All I can say is it was all very sensual. I was massaging his muscles. His warm flesh under my fingers. From time to time, he sighed heavily and moaned a little.
I skipped from massaging his back to massaging his legs. I think if I'd touched his butt I would have had to rape him, or would have just cum as soon as my fingers felt those buns I'd been lusting after for so long.
After I had finished with his legs, he offered to do me. This was going so well. I was so fucking hard I had to use all my powers of restraint to not cum.
As his strong hands massaged my shoulders and back, he had to know I was hard for him. Unlike him I couldn't keep still. He's so strong and gentle at the same time. I should have said something. Should have done something. Should have just let him see how hard he had gotten me by just touching me.
By the time he finished my massage I thought he was probably every bit as hard as I was by then. But he was sitting with his legs crossed and I couldn't be sure. I know he could see the outline of my hard-on in my shorts.
The closeness, the tenderness, the sexual tension finally broke through. I said I was getting horny and I was hot for him. I said it half-serious. Half like a joke. I was still too scared to let my feelings out completely for fear I'd lose him forever.
He thought l was joking, or at least acted like he did. That's when he laughed and said, "I'm a little worked up too, so what do you say that we make a little game out of this?"
I didn't know where this was going but I was glad he hadn't shot me down completely. So I said, "Sure. What do you have in mind?"
"We'll jerk off and see who can cum the most."
To Be Continued . . .
I hope you have enjoyed this first chapter of PerpetuallyHard312's story. There will be two more chapters in the days ahead. Please leave a comment. PerpetuallyHard and I will both be happy to get email from readers with comments and/or questions about the project. Feel free to ask either of us anything. We'll do our best to answer. You can reach me at hardreader2000@aol.com and PerpetuallyHard312 at shadow-emperor312@hotmail.com