Jess' Story Chapter 12 From Paul's viewpoint
I couldn't believe what had just happened. Jess had actually masturbated me for real! His hands were on my penis and made me cum. Oh my god! I have never felt anything like the pleasure . . . no that's not a strong enough word . . . but I don't know how else to describe it. I'd never felt anything like the pleasure I had as Jess had masturbated me.
I kept thinking back to what must have been probably Chapter 4 of "I Thought I Knew" when Justin had masturbated Billy for the first time. When I first read that all I knew was that I wanted to experience how amazing it must feel to have another kid's hand where only mine had been. Doing what only my hand had ever done. I think Billy had said something like there was no comparison between the two. I had never imagined how true that was.
Even in my deepest and best fantasies of having sex with Jess, I had never imagined it could be this good. Then I started to realize that this was only like the first step. There was so much more we could do! My heart was beating so hard in my chest with the excitement of it all. It was almost painful.
For a couple of years, all I had been able to do was imagine the feelings. The sensations. After that morning, I didn't need to imagine anymore. I only needed to remember. And I was pretty sure I'd never forget. This was so much better than the night before had been. Don't get me wrong, the night before had been really great, too. This was just so much better. I wanted to do it again. Now!
But I knew there was so much more I wanted to experience and Jess was right beside me. His penis was hard and I could see clear liquid drooling from the tip of it. I knew that was the sweetest liquid a guy could taste and I wanted to experience that.
As I was about ready to get on my hands and knees and start licking Jess' clear liquid, he said in a lazy kind of afternoon voice, "I wanna do so much more with you." My exact thoughts! We were so in sync with each other already!
My heart raced. I felt light-headed like I might faint. My head was so full of so many ideas that it was hard to even think. Or speak. I think I said something like, "Yeah, me too."
Neither of us moved for a minute or two, but I could see Jess' penis was still hard and leaking. I could feel the need building in me to do something about it. "Can I take care of you now?" I asked.
"No," Jess said.
"Why?" I asked. I was surprised by his response.
"Because this morning is about me taking care of you. It's time for me to show you whatever you want to see. To do whatever you want to do. I can do whatever you want me to do for you. Or to you." Jess rolled on his side and looked right at me with a lusty smile.
I know I was probably smiling just like he was, only he looked sexy and I probably looked like a fool. Jess stared at me as I tried to figure out what I wanted to do next. In my mind this was a lot like when Justin was teaching Billy and Jess how to do gay stuff. I'd read those chapters so many times. I wondered if Jess was thinking the same thing.
I couldn't believe this was happening. Jess was teaching me. And not in some story where after I came I realized it was still just me alone in my room. How could my life have changed so much? So fast?
Suddenly it came to me what I wanted to happen next. It was like writing my own fantasy story. I could have Jess do whatever I wanted.
"I want to know what it's like to taste your . . ." As often as I had read the term, I suddenly realized I had never even said it out loud. So many things were still the first time for me.
"Cum? You want to taste my cum?" Jess said and his smile turned from lusty to downright sexy in the cutest way.
"Well, maybe that too," I said and I must have blushed. I couldn't believe he had just made me cum and now we were lying naked next to each other talking about me tasting his semen. "But first I want to taste your pre-cum, I guess. I've read so much about how sweet it is. I've always dreamed of tasting it."
I paused and looked at him. He looked like he was sort of laughing at what I had said.
"So can I?" I asked and then added, "Please!"
"Sure. This is all about you this morning. If you wanna taste my pre-jizz, go for it. I'm just happy to help you out." With that he reached down and grabbed his hard cock at the base. I know Hardreader always said it is eight inches long, but to me that morning it looked so much bigger. Bigger than mine for sure. And so much better. Maybe it was because he was with me that he was bigger, I thought. It was the kind of fantasy thoughts I'd always had about a moment like this.
Jess tightened his grip on the shaft of his penis down close to his testicles. He slowly squeezed it and he moved his hand toward the top.
As his hand got closer to the top of his penis, I could see more and more of the clear liquid oozing from the tip, like he was squeezing it out of a toothpaste tube or something like that. When he had a lot on his fingertips, he started to remove his hand and I was pretty sure he was going to offer it to me.
I quickly took hold of his wrist and put his hand back on his throbbing penis. I got on all four as I had been about to do a few minutes earlier when Jess had stopped me. I leaned in to taste his . . . his pre-cum.
At first I just put the tip of my tongue to the tip of his penis. As I pulled it back toward my waiting mouth I could see a thin strand of the liquid trailing from my tongue to his penis. All I could think was oh my god! I sucked it in a little and got a taste. It was really sweet. Just like in all the stories I had ever read. So sweet! At least compared to my semen.
I had tasted my own semen often enough. HardReader's stories always described the taste of semen. That made me curious and soon I pretty much always ate some of mine when I masturbated. But I didn't produce pre-cum like he said Billy and Justin did. Or even like Jess. When I saw Jess' pre-cum for that first time, it looked like a lot more to me than I had imagined it would be.
I think the little bit I produced the night before was the most I could ever remember. For some reason, I had never tried tasting my pre-cum. I don't know why. I just hadn't.
"How do you like it," Jess asked.
"It's really good. It's sweet like I thought yours would be," I said.
"Yeah, a guy's pre- is usually a lot sweeter than his jizz," Jess said like he was a world expert on the subject. He probably was. He sure had tasted more than I had. I knew that for sure.
It was then that my instincts took over and I started licking as much of Jess' pre-cum off the head and shaft of his penis as I could. I was licking and slurping. I probably sounded like a kid with a melting ice cream cone.
I was drifting into a world of my own, licking up and down. Jess' penis was so hard. So amazingly beautiful to see and touch and taste. Every bit as handsome and perfect and powerful as Hardreader had described it. Only better!
I was tasting Jess. Smelling Jess. Touching Jess. And from the groans he let out, I was making him feel as good as he had made me feel a little earlier.
I think it was his groans that put me over the edge. I couldn't stop myself. I wrapped my lips around the head of his penis and held it in my mouth. I was so flooded with sensations and emotions. I wanted to make sure that I took it all in. I wanted to remember this forever.
I massaged the hard end of his penis with my lips and bathed it with my tongue. It was much warmer than I had expected it to be. Much harder. So smooth! And with my mouth wrapped around it I was almost overwhelmed by the scent of his sex.
I knew my own smell. Some mornings I would wake up and while I was still hard with morning wood I would run my fingers across the moist area around and beneath my testicles. This sounds kind of crude, but I liked to smell them and imagine I was smelling another guy.
What I was smelling as I inhaled Jess' fragrance was the same kind of scent but completely different. I was so turned on by it all. I was raging hard again and that made me work Jess' throbbing penis with even more enthusiasm.
I couldn't resist taking more and more of it into my mouth. It felt so good. This hard, warm piece of flesh. The sexual essence of the man I had craved for years. And now his hard penis . . . his fucking cock . . . there I said it . . . his fucking cock was in my mouth. The same cock . . . I love saying that now . . . that Justin sucked, that Billy sucked . . . the same hard cock that fucked both of them . . . it was in my mouth at last.
I only wished I could taste Justin and Billy too as I sucked Jess' penis that morning. I couldn't, but believe me tasting, feeling, smelling, touching Jess in this way was truly more than enough. Still I always seemed to want more!
I sucked Jess and thought about all I knew about him and all the things I wanted to do with him. As I did I realized that somewhere in the back of mind I had been thinking about how much I wanted to talk to Jess about all this. If I could speak freely about what I knew about him, it would liberate our whole relationship. Take it to a higher level. Give us the freedom to . . . I don't know exactly, but I felt trapped by the secret that lay between us. Unspoken by Jess. Unspoken by me.
I also realized that an unshaped plan was forming in my head to deal with that secret. Before I could judge its worth or even figure out where it might end, I had pulled back from Jess' penis to ask, "I want to help you cum. So tell me, how do you like to have an orgasm? I mean if you were like here alone and pleasuring yourself, how would you make yourself cum?"
Jess raised his head from his pillow and looked at me with his lusty grin. "That's kind of an unusual question. Why do you want to know that? There are lots of ways I like to get off."
I lied. "Because I want to please you just as much as I can. As much as you just pleasured me." What I wanted was for him to tell me he liked to take his own cum straight in his mouth. I knew that, but I couldn't say that. I knew so much about him that I wanted to act on. But I felt restrained because he didn't know how well I already knew him. That's why I needed my plan. And this was it.
"So if you were here alone and woke up with morning wood and needed to . . . you know . . . masturbate or whatever, how would you want most to do it?" I asked again.
"You may think this is a little kinky, but I like to lick my own cockhead and shoot my load into my mouth," he said.
I did my best to look surprised. I guess I was surprised. Even though I knew the answer, still Jess had just told me he liked to lick and suck his own cock and eat his own cum. Hearing him say those words . . . to me . . . it was stunning. It made this all so real. I could actually feel his words in my penis. It ached with need and . . . it's too early for this word . . . but I think with love too.
Jess looked at me, taking in my reaction. I guess I was convincing.
"You mean you can suck your own penis?" I asked trying to sound like I was in disbelief. "I'd love to see that!" That last part was not a lie. I wanted to see Jess' put his penis in his own mouth so bad.
"I don't need to get myself off. You suck me a lot better than I can suck myself," he said.
"Please," I whined.
"OK, but . . ." he paused and gave me a very curious look. "OK, but I need to move around so I can get in position."
I got off the bed while Jess turned his body completely around, his feet resting on the top of the headboard. His neck and shoulders bearing the brunt of his body's weight. When he seemed to be settled, he looked over at me and said, "You've got me so worked up, this isn't going to take long."
As he started to lower his hard penis toward his waiting lips, I said, "Just a second. I want to get a really good look at this."
I climbed on the bed. My feet toward the foot of the bed. My head right next to Jess' head.
"Can you see OK?" he asked. I was so close, I think he meant it as a joke.
"Great!" I said. Jess moved his head just enough so he could kiss me. It was a strange feeling kissing him like upside down. His head pointing one way. Mine the other. Our lips and our tongues toying with each other. They felt completely different to me.
We broke our kiss and Jess lowered his penis to his mouth. I could see his tongue slither out and lap at the head of his penis. He left a wide, wet trail of saliva across its almost purple surface. I could see the moist sheen in the light.
Jess made it all look so easy. I'd tried to reach my penis with my mouth and couldn't. I knew what he was doing wasn't easy.
I watched completely entranced as he tasted his own pre-cum. "That's amazing," I said. And it was. Truly amazing. It was exactly as Hardreader had described it. As I had imagined it so many times as I masturbated dreaming of Jess and me together. Though never quite like this.
"Can I have a taste?" I asked. I didn't wait for his answer before I moved my head in and lapped at a fresh drop of Jess' sweet pre-cum. I wrapped my lips briefly around his cockhead before withdrawing a little.
"Mmmmmm! That feels so good. Do that again," Jess said in a soft, sexy voice.
I suggested we do it together and he agreed. It took a couple of tries but soon Jess was lowering his cock into his mouth and then shifting it to mine. While he sucked himself I ran my lips and tongue along his hard, hot shaft. Sometimes nuzzling his dangling testicles with my nose or face or even my tongue.
When I sucked on the end of his penis, Jess kept his lips close to mine. I could feel and smell his breath.
We'd been doing this for only a couple of minutes when Jess said, "Gonna cum. Open your mouth!"
His penis was just above his own mouth. I moved mine right beside his. We both reached out and touched the head of his penis with our tongues. I'll never forget that moment. Jess had his hands sort of on his own butt and must have pulled himself into a tighter ball, because his cock jerked downwards bumping into both our mouths.
Then he groaned and his penis moved back an inch or two. "Aghhhhhh!" he moaned as he came. His hot, slimy semen sprayed into both our mouths, with some on my chin and neck. The taste was like a burst of excitement in my mouth. Like a flood of sex. I loved it.
Our tongues and lips continued to stretch out to try to lap and suck at his exploding penis. It was like a shower of cum. I don't really know how to explain it except to say nothing had ever made me feel so real, so alive as I did at that moment.
I could feel the sticky wetness of his semen all over my face and neck. I could smell the bleach-like smell of his cum. His breath was raspy as he began to use one hand to stroke his semen-dripping penis. His semen had flooded my hair and my face and his too. We were a complete mess of cum.
I raised one of my hands and stroked his testicles. He must not have shaved them in a day or two because I could feel the stubble of his short trimmed pubic hair on them. The soft bristles felt glorious to me. I also felt the warm smooth skin of his shaft with my fingertips. The softening penis beneath this amazing covering. My dreams were all coming true.
At last Jess squeezed his cock and coaxed a few last drops of his semen from his penis. He sort of doled them out. One for me. One for him. One for me . . . Then he was done. Exhausted. Spent. And going limp
He eased his body down and let it rest against the headboard. We kissed again. This time Jess' semen . . . its taste . . . its smell . . . its texture . . . all overwhelmed our upside down kiss. We sucked and lapped cum from each other's lips and mouths. Rubbed our cum-covered faces against each other. Celebrated the explosion of passion.
"Oh my god man, I thought you were like a virgin. Where did you learn how to do all this stuff?" Jess asked, laughing as he tried to scoop more of his cum between his lips.
"I watch a lot of porn. And I read a lot of porn," I said.
Jess kind of froze. I didn't want to scare him by moving too fast, but my plan . . . unfinished as it was . . . was unfolding.
"What do you watch? XTube?"
"Yeah I've watched a lot of XTube. Most of it's not very good, but some of it is amazing. It taught me a lot, but maybe not so realistic," I said.
I saw Jess sort of clench his jaw and then bite his lower lip. I thought I remembered HardReader writing something about that look, but I couldn't remember what he'd said. Then Jess asked, "So what did you read?"
My heart stopped for second. Was I going to do this? Then I relaxed and said, "Mostly porn on line?" I steeled myself for the next question I felt certain he would ask.
"Got a favorite place to find gay porn to read?"
With that question I rolled onto my back, Staring at the ceiling. I don't remember exactly what was in my head at that moment but I probably couldn't bring myself to look into Jess' face when I said the words. "Yeah, I really like some of the stories at JustUsBoys." My confidence was wavering, but I'd said it.
Jess was silent for a long time and so was I.
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. I would love to receive comments on this story from readers. Email me at hardreader2000@aol.com
While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And stay hard! -- H.R.