Jess' Story Chapter 20, Part III From Paul's viewpoint
As much as I had read about guys having sex and as many videos as I had watched of guys doing it in every conceivable position . . . I thought I knew how to do it. I even thought I'd be able to do it really well when my time finally came.
But there I was with my aching penis pressed against my boyfriend's hole and . . .
"How should I do it? Do you want it slow and long?" I asked Jess, dragging out the words "slow" and "long" trying to make it sound like I knew exactly how to do "slow and long."
"Right now I just want you inside me," he said, pushing his butt harder against my penis. His movement surprised me. We both let out a little groan or moan or something when he did it.
I guess Jess moaned because it felt good to him. That's what it sounded like to me anyway.
I moaned or whatever because with that added pressure I could feel the head of my penis spreading him apart. I was pretty sure I was starting to really go into him. Oh my god! I couldn't believe how clearly I could feel my penis opening him. The opening of his asshole all around my hardened cockhead.
I was a little scared. This was almost too real. I was actually going to do this. Make love to my boyfriend. About then my penis started to sort of have a mind of its own. It started to press a little harder into Jess.
"You OK?" I asked as I pressed into him. I wasn't sure how hard I was supposed to push. I was applying some pressure, but my cock hadn't gone in any farther. It was like the muscles in Jess' sphincter were holding my penis right where it was. I think just the tip was in, but I really didn't know that for sure.
I pulled my upper body back from his and looked down to where I was . . . where my penis was pressed against his hole. I couldn't really see where the head of my penis was. But just seeing my cock so hard and big and poking between Jess' butt cheeks somehow told me what I needed to know.
"You're gonna have to push harder than that. Don't worry about me; I'm loosened up just fine. Just go ahead and push it in nice and steady," Jess said as he turned his head to kiss me again,
But I was way ahead of him. I had seen how much of my cock still needed to go into him. Almost all of it! If being in him just this little bit felt as good as it did, I couldn't begin to imagine what it was going to be like when I was completely inside him.
I'd already started to push harder. Jess must have felt me pushing. He seemed to push back. His hole eased open. I felt my hard cock slip through. I was inside of him for real! It was different. I could tell. I was in him. Really inside of him! I could actually feel his muscles squeezing around my cockhead. I could see that I was at least partially in him. Seeing my cock entering Jess' hole sent a whole new surge of urgency through my body. Something took me over. I wasn't really in control anymore.
"Oh my god, Jess, I can't believe . . ." I didn't know what words to say. I was . . . my penis was . . . my cock . . . it was inside Jess. I could feel him in a way I had never known. It was a wonder.
"OK, go a little deeper. I'm ready. You feel so good going in me like that. I want you all the way," Jess said.
But I didn't need instruction. Nature took over and I started to work my hard cock . . . god it was throbbing with the new sensations . . . I worked it in and out of him. It was unreal how this felt to my cock and in my mind and in my heart. It was just little thrusts at first, but I kept going deeper each time. Savoring the warm, tight feel of Jess' body wrapped around my cock. This was fucking! This was making love. This was everything! It didn't seem like it could be real what we were doing.
I couldn't tell how far I was in, but I could tell I was getting deeper. And I wanted to go deeper. And deeper. And still deeper. I didn't want to ever stop.
"I want to try something," Jess said. "See if you can slowly roll onto your back," He sounded like this was what he really wanted. It wasn't like he was ordering me to do it. It was almost like a request, or like he really wanted me to. "And try to keep your cock in my ass as you do it. I think we can do it!"
I didn't know why he wanted to do this, but I slowly and carefully started to roll onto my back. Jess was right with me. Within a few seconds I was on my back and he was squatting over me. His legs were flexed on either side of me.
My cock was still in his ass, maybe a little deeper than it had been before we rolled over. Jess was balancing himself above my cock with one arm stretched back beside me supporting his upper body.
Almost immediately I understood why he had done it. He started to lower his butt, pushing my cock still deeper inside him. It was like he was doing squats. He'd flex his legs and make himself go up and down on me. When I raised my head I could just see a little between our bodies as he rose up . . . see my cock going into him as he came back down. Oh holy god!
It felt incredible. I couldn't stop making little sounds deep in my throat. It was pure pleasure bubbling up out of me.
I wouldn't have had to do anything but lie there and Jess would have been able to finish me off with no help from me. But I couldn't resist. I couldn't stop myself. Each time he lowered his butt onto me, I pushed up into him. Each time we drove my cock deeper and deeper inside of him. I couldn't believe I could go much deeper. I thought by then I had to be almost all the way in him.
"Now just hold still. This time don't push up," Jess said. He started to lower himself onto me. I could feel my cock going even further and deeper. Unreal! Not just my cock. It was me. All of me. I was surrounded by him. Impaling him in the special way that let my soul flow right into him. Sharing this. Knowing each other like never before. It was better than any high I'd ever had. Better than any dream. Better than anything I'd ever read or watched. Better than all the most intimate hours Jess and I had already spent together.
My cock was twitching inside of him. My nuts were pulling up tighter and tighter.
He paused. "Feel good?" he asked. The pleasure was clear in his voice. The sexual pleasure. I didn't know exactly how it felt to have another boy inside you like this, but obviously Jess liked having me there. He looked down at me with the lustiest smile.
I really thought that nothing could make me happier than I was just then. It wasn't stars or fireworks like guys always say. It was the powerful feeling of being inside someone else. Feeling what I was feeling and seeing in Jess' face that he was feeling something just as special. Just as awesome. And so wickedly sexy.
Jess was the one I loved more than anything. For the first time ever I could feel him all around me. His heat. His insides as they caressed the sides of my penis. I felt like my cock was a mile long. I felt like where we connected was the center of the universe. Like we were all that mattered in the whole world.
Oh my god! Jess lowered himself even more. For the first time I could feel the weight of his body. His butt weighing down on my hips. It felt like the edges of his asshole were pressing down all around my cock. Then one final push . . .
I finally knew this was what it was like to be buried deep inside another boy. I mean my cock was as deep as it could go. It was sending sparks to my brain. I could have sworn that there was nothing better. No sensation more amazing. No connection between two people closer than this. But then it just kept getting better and better.
Jess started to move around. His butt was moving in circles. I could feel my throbbing, hard, aching cock pulling at his asshole. Stretching it. Driving into it. I forced my hard cock so it pressed against his insides in new ways. I didn't know what I was feeling or touching, but my cock . . . my hard, real live flesh was so hard and so deep inside Jess and was feeling all of him.
Jess tried to push down even harder. To bury me deeper inside him. And I tried to force myself in deeper too. I couldn't resist matching his movements, exploring this physical side of making love.
But it was only for a moment. All of this was too intense. My mind so full of every thought I had ever had of loving Jess. From when I only knew him through his story right through to putting my hand deep into his silk jack-off pocket. My body was experiencing him in ways I had truly never imagined. Not like in books. Not like in videos.
"I'm gonna cum. I can't stop. Oh, Jess, I'm gonna . . ."
I felt his muscles clamp tight on my penis even as he drove me one last little bit deeper.
"Oh, Jess," I gasped and felt my cum surging through my cock. Like the hugest load of cum I had ever known. Harder and hotter and . . . It was so strong it was sucking my nuts right inside me. And then I was filling Jess. Pumping my cum into him. I could feel it. This was real!
I started to pump into him harder. I had to cum more. As I forced my cock in and out of him, I felt more surges of my cum as they erupted one after the other. I felt my own cum lubing Jess's hole. I felt the heat of our bodies skyrocket. His muscles spasming around my cock. I thought he must be cumming too, but he wasn't.
He was milking everything from me he could. Every drop of my cum. It was even more powerful than getting sucked until you have nothing left to cum.
We were both covered in sweat as Jess began to straighten his legs. I had to lift up my ass to stay inside him as he stretched them out . . . one leg and then the other . . . stretched out next to mine.
Jess lay back as gently across me as he could. Our bodies were burning up from exertion. Sweat coated our hard bodies.
I was still buried deep inside of Jess. My cum leaking from his hole. I could feel my sticky, warm jizz collecting between my nuts and my thighs. And I could smell it too. That salty, bleach-like smell. Such a powerful scent.
As I inhaled deeply, I could feel my cum running down into my ass crack. I had really cum a lot.
I looked at Jess' hard cock. Standing out like a tree limb above his abs. "You didn't cum," I said. As the words left my mouth I wanted to kick myself. "I should have said I love you first. You know I do."
"I love you too, but you don't need to tell me. You just showed me. You made love to me and I made love to you. You liked it, didn't you?"
"I did. It was amazing," I said. "And we can do it whenever we want. It's better than I ever imagined. I could do it forever."
"Want to do it again?" Jess asked. "You're still full hard and I haven't cum yet." He gave a little laugh as he squeezed my still hard cock with his ass muscles.
"If we do, will you cum?"
"Maybe," he said. I knew he was teasing me. "I'll cum if my boyfriend says I can." It was then that we kissed.
Perhaps more than anything else that is the moment I remember first when I think back to that night. Jess sprawled across me. My hard cock still buried deep within him. The feel of my cum inside of him. Then his lips were parting. Our tongues touching. Tip to tip. A gentle game. Exploring each other. Completely. Freely. No bounds. No rules. Just sheer pleasure. Lust. And love.
We kissed like that for the longest time. My hands explored his chest. My fingertips running teasingly up and down the underside of his cock. So hard. So long. So perfect, of course. This was Jess. My Jess. And we had just made love together for the first time in our lives. I was still hard and deep inside him. Where I belonged.
As I felt how hard his cock was and how it leaked and twitched with his needs, I asked, "Do you want to make love to me next?"
"I just made love to you. While you were making love to me. That's how it works."
We laughed together and finally he rolled off of me. The sound of my penis pulling free of his cum-soaked hole made us laugh again.
"I want you to do me again and I promise I'll cum this time," he said. We kissed and laughed and played with each other's bodies. Tickling and grabbing and kissing and laughing. I never thought it would be so playful. I never thought I could stay so hard. I never knew making love would be like this.
"So how do you want me this time? You choose," Jess said.
"I want to see your face. I want to look into your eyes and see what you look like when we make love. And I'd like to be able to see us. See me inside you. Penetrating you." This talk was making me feel a little . . . I guess kinda wicked. But I didn't stop. "I want to see what it looks like when I'm making love to you and fucking you all at the same time."
"Are you up for it?" Jess asked.
I pulled my hard cock down and away from my body and released it so it slapped hard against my abs. "My hard-on meter is reading 100 percent."
So we made love again. This time Jess on his back. His legs over my shoulders.
In this position it was so easy to enter him. So easy to pleasure him. And me. I'd already learned a lot about what it meant to go "deep and slow."
This time, watching his eyes, his mouth, even his forehead, I learned how to increase the pleasure with variety and surprise. And soon I had learned what it meant to go "hard and fast."
I could see in Jess' eyes, in his smile, in the way he moved his body, how each of these different techniques affected him, pleasured him. And pleasuring him pleasured me.
I lasted a lot longer the second time, even though staring into Jess' eyes was driving me wild. I wanted to penetrate his mind the way I was penetrating his body. I wanted us melded together in every way. I wanted to learn to live inside him.
But before too long I could see he was getting close. His ragged breathing. His tensing muscles. His moans and groans and just plain filthy talk were no subtle clues.
He came. With incredible force and a guttural scream of pleasure I had never heard him make before. For the first time Jess was cumming because I was making love to him. I felt his whole body spasm from both the inside of him where my cock was buried and from the outside where my hands held his head between them. I watched him strain and spasm and spew his cum between us.
That was all I needed. It was all I would ever need. I came deep inside him for a second time and even as we both still spasmed and came, spasmed and came again, we kissed and held each other for real. No book. No story. Just two very happy boys as entwined as two boys can be. Oozing love and murmuring endearments and profanities as our waves of lovemaking subsided.
What more could I ask for? What more could anyone ask for?
To Be Continued . . .
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