Jess' Story Chapter 19, Part I From Jess' viewpoint
As we drove home from H.R.'s that night after dinner, I kept thinking back to all that had happened . . . Oh my god! So much had happened. I kept running it through my mind as we headed back to campus and classes the next morning.
Paul was mostly silent and lost in his own thoughts as I drove. He stared out his side window into the gathering dusk as the boredom of the highway swept past. Every once in awhile I noticed that he turned to look at me. Like he was checking me out to see what I was thinking. But he never said anything.
I wondered what was going on in his head. But I'd been wondering that since dinner ended and he got up and sat virtually naked next to Karl on the sofa. Both of them completely solid boned up. That image of their cocks jutting up so aching hard. The two of them side by side. Their image was burned in my mind and pumping blood to my cock.
It was so hot seeing those two guys sitting side by side. Their great bodies, with their rock hard cocks. Each of them so incredibly sexy. Beautiful guys. Beautiful bodies. Cocks that I couldn't take my eyes off of. I was transfixed watching them. And also really kinda scared for Paul. Did he really know what the hell he was getting himself into with these guys?
Getting them hard and horny was like lighting a stick of dynamite and holding it in your hand. They were gonna explode for sure.
Paul seemed not to worry at all. He kept leading H.R. and Karl on. Keeping them aroused with his stories. Playing with his already hard cock. Tasting the little drops of pre that formed on the tip of his cock. Talking about how many times he'd cum thinking about all the stuff H.R. had written about me and my friends.
And he didn't just say he came. It was almost like Billy talking. So graphic. How the cum built up in his nuts. That surging feeling as it boiled up in his cock. The incredible feeling of power and lust and manhood as he shot his load.
Then Paul had said something about needing a hot mouth to cum in. I thought he wanted H.R. to suck him off and I'm pretty sure H.R. thought the same thing. When Paul turned and winked at me, he acted like he knew just what he was doing. But I knew Paul and I knew H.R. and I was sure H.R. would . . . Well, H.R.would do whatever H.R. wanted to do.
I'll probably never really know whether Paul was in control the whole time or whether Karl saved his ass by stepping in and telling H.R. to back off.
As I watched their cat and mouse game, I didn't know who would win. All I knew was that I loved Paul. More than anything. More than anyone. True love for the first time in my life.
When it was over between H.R. and Paul, Paul had put me first. I knew just how intimidating H.R. could be, but Paul had told him No. He told him I came first.
The next thing I remember I was on my knees in front of Paul, sucking his cock. In full view of H.R. and Karl. My lips wrapped around his rigid cock. My cheeks sucked in as I suctioned for Paul's cum. I could feel his heart pumping in his amazing hard cock. So hard! Oh my god it was harder than any cock I'd ever sucked. I loved the heat of it in my mouth. Taking that amazing cock of his as deep as it would go in my throat. The heft of his cock. The taste of his cock. The smell of his crotch as I buried my nose in his short hairs.
As I slurped and sucked on Paul's hard meat, I could still smell a little chlorine from the pool. And that pool smell is a little like Paul's cum. And that got me even more into sucking him.
I have to admit that sucking him off in front of H.R. made it even better too somehow. Sexier. Hotter for me. After all, H.R. had made it clear he was willing and ready to suck off Paul. But Paul had wanted me and had had the nerve to say so right to H.R.'s face. That took some guts. I really love this guy!
Now I was the one working on Paul's cock and H.R. had to watch like an outsider. I wondered how that made him feel. But mostly I was thinking about Paul.
I'd known almost since the start that I loved him. But every time I had thought I was in love in my life, it blew up in my face. Billy. Justin. Tolley. I guess I'd been afraid to chance it again.
I knew this was a lot more than the sex. A lot more than me on my knees in front of a guy sucking his cock. This was completely different. And when Paul came in my mouth . . . Oh my god! It almost seemed like the taste and texture of Paul's fresh cum load in my mouth made it easier for the words . . . "I love you" . . . to spill out.
Remembering all that had happened at H.R.'s and hearing the echo of my own words still ringing in my head, I broke the silence of our long ride home. "I love you, Paul." I'd said it again. It wasn't easy, but I could say it.
Paul looked back at me and said, "I know. I've always known. I love you too." I saw deep into his eyes for just a second before turning my head back to the road.
I reached over with my right hand and laid it on his thigh. He took his left hand and covered mine, squeezing it gently a time or two. It told me all I needed to know. Despite the craziness of our time at H.R.'s, he was OK. And we were OK.
My mind was skipping around from one event to the other, when suddenly my thoughts turned to words. I hadn't meant to voice my question. It just came out. "Why did you tell H.R. 'No' when he offered to let us use their condo for the weekend of our commitment?"
In the aftermath of the after-dinner suckfest, we had somehow gotten to talking about our commitment plans. H.R. had offered to let us have their condo to ourselves all weekend. We could have a party. Or hang there all alone. Whatever we wanted.
Paul hadn't hesitated. He thanked H.R. and Karl for the offer, but said we wanted to keep it simple.
We had been working on plans to go to a nice hotel and pamper ourselves as we explored just how good sex together was going to be for the rest of our lives.
"Should I have said yes?" Paul asked, looking very uncertain.
"No," I said. "I was just surprised. You seemed so certain."
Paul said something about how the whole thing with H.R. and the side-by-side blowjobs had left him feeling less certain that he could control things. Less certain that he could control H.R. Or control himself around H.R.
"The whole time we were at Hardreader's, I felt like . . . I don't know . . . like I could spin completely out of control. Anything was possible with him and Karl. It was really exciting being there with them. And what an amazing turn-on.
"But for our first time together, I don't want the shadow of Hardreader and all that has happened between you and him hanging over us. I just want it to be us. I don't want anyone else involved.
"And I was really glad I had told him 'No' when he asked me a few minutes later if we were both going to fuck each other the way Billy and Justin had their first time. I couldn't believe when he said, 'I never understood why Billy fucked Justin. He's such a bottom. What was the point? Did he have to prove he could fuck?'"
"That's just H.R.," I said.
Paul had been quite straightforward with H.R. in his answer. "We'll do whatever feels right to us. It doesn't have to be one certain way."
Another long silence fell over the two of us as we sped toward campus. Finally Paul asked me a question I was completely unprepared for. "Why did you have sex with H.R.?"
I thought about it for a little while and finally asked, "Do you mean why did I fuck him? Or do you want to know if he ever fucked me?"
"Whatever. I just wondered," he said.
I wanted to be completely honest with Paul. I told him that the first time I had done anything really sexual with H.R. it had been at his condo with Justin and Billy. We'd been working on the hot-tub chapter and been talking in so much detail about all the licking and sucking and cumming that night. Whose hand was where. Whose mouth was on whose cock. How the cum tasted and smelled and felt on our skin, on our faces, in each other's mouths.
H.R. had bombarded us with question after question. It was like we was trying to get right where we had been that night. Trying to get his mouth where our mouths had been. His hands were our hands had been. It was so intense. So arousing. So incredibly sexual as he probed with questions and more questions. It made what had happened that night with me and Billy and Justin in the hot tub seem almost more than real. I swear remembering it, describing it to H.R. was truly more intense than it was when it happened and we were actually getting each other off.
That night in the hot tub at Justin's parents' house had been an incredibly sensual evening. It was certainly a first for me. Getting off with Justin and Billy that night is something I'll never forget. Whenever I think about it I get hard. And I was hard as I explained all this to Paul.
I told him straight up that talking and reminiscing about it all afternoon with them and H.R. . . . Well, the four of us got really horned up. I knew that Billy and Justin had jerked off with H.R. a couple of times while they were working on the story and that at least once they'd ended up sucking each other off. All three of them. And maybe Karl too.
I'd sure gotten plenty hard a bunch of times while I was working with H.R. And he never hid the fact that he got hard too. He'd rub himself and play with his cock and make comments. But I had never done anything with him.
H.R. was trying to figure out how to describe some specific things. So he'd asked me something like what did Billy's hard cock feel like in my mouth or whatever. So I figured what the fuck. The next thing I know, I'm sucking Billy. And then I take his cock out of my mouth and tell H.R. how it feels. And then I'd suck him some more.
The next thing I knew, I was sucking Billy and H.R. was sucking me. We all ended up naked and sucking and jerking each other off. I remember thinking I'd never seen so much cum.
I guess after that happened H.R. knew what I felt like in his mouth. What my hard cock felt like against his tongue. Rubbing against the top of is mouth. Forcing its way down his throat. He knew how tense I get before I shoot. He knew how my cum tastes.
H.R. called it "research," but it was a fucking free-for-all. Nobody fucked, but we did just about everything else.
"After what happened tonight," Paul said, "I guess I can understand that. I think if Karl hadn't been there tonight, things might have gone different." Paul turned and looked out the window again. Silent.
It was a couple of minutes before he asked, "So I guess I did wonder if you fucked him or he fucked you." He was quick to add that I didn't need to answer. It didn't really matter. But of course I knew it did. At least it mattered to him right then.
"No problem," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as I could. "I fucked H.R. Out by the pool."
Paul turned in his seat and looked at me. "Thanks," he said.
"I was lonely. It was that summer after my senior year. Billy and Justin were together all the time and I was feeling left out. They were nice to me. We even jerked off together a few times. But I knew I was just an extra to them.
"So one day I was really down and H.R. called out of the blue. I don't even know why. We talked for a few minutes and he asked if I wanted to come swim. Karl was away for some reason.
"I said I could be there in an hour or so. I knew from the moment he asked me that I was going to fuck him. I was pretty sure that he and Billy and Justin had fucked. Probably a couple of times by then. So I was gonna show that I could fuck him too. Like I needed to prove myself."
"I know just how you felt," Paul said.
"We had just come in from the pool and were drying off," I continued. "Both of us naked. H.R. said being there with me like that was turning him on. That he was really horny and wondered if I was too.
"I asked him if he wanted me to fuck him, cuz I knew he was a big bottom. He said he'd fucking love it. There wasn't any foreplay. No kissing. No nothing.
"Well, he did lube us both up. My cock and his asshole. His hand lubing my cock was what got me so damn hard. I was really horny that day. So then he just bent over the back of the sofa and my cock slipped in his hole so easy. We just fucked in the living room standing up. He was sort of bent over the back of the sofa.
"But it wasn't what I expected. It was just sex. I mean no emotion or excitement. It was like jacking off alone, only I was using his hole instead of my hand. Don't get me wrong; it felt a hell of a lot better than just jerking off. I know you've never been inside a guy like that, but even a bad fuck is incredible. The way it makes your cock feel. Oh my god! But what was going on in my head was about the same as if I was jerking off alone.
"I was pumping and pumping at H.R.'s hole. Sliding in and out. But as good as it felt, I wasn't getting close to cumming. I tried pulling all the way out and slamming back in. I tried slapping his butt cheeks with my hard cock. I tried running my hands all over his body. I tried playing with my nuts. Nothing was pulling my trigger.
"Then he started to talk dirty. To tell me how he loved it that I could stay so hard for so long and pound his ass so hard. That was getting me closer and closer.
"I started pumping his hole as fast and hard as I possibly could. I had his hips in my hands and I was bent over him sweating like a pig. And he's talking so dirty I can't believe it. And screaming and moaning. I mean I was jackhammer fast fucking him by then. And I blew my load. Came right in his ass. Bareback up his butt! I came like . . . Oh my god I just came and came and came. I needed that so bad.
"I hadn't even thought about protection. I'd been tested like a month or so earlier because . . . well I'd been active with way too many people to be safe. Maybe he knew I'd been tested and figured I was safe. It was stupid.
"After I came I just stayed hard. I was sliding in and out of his ass with my cum acting like super lube. And I just kept fucking him. I'd had to slow down right after I came because it was just too intense, but I never stopped.
"Then I got thinking about the fact that this was H.R. that I was fucking and how he'd fucked with Billy and Justin and it all got mixed up in my head. About five minutes later, I came again. Maybe even more than I came the first time.
"Now my cum was running down his thighs and all. I was exhausted and just told H.R. I couldn't do it any more. I told H.R. I needed to go to the bathroom to clean up. But the truth was I was afraid I might cry. And I don't even know why.
"H.R. told me it was the best fuck he'd had in years. But he probably tells that to everyone.
"I left almost immediately after that. So that was my big fuck with H.R." I paused thinking Paul might have something to say about all that I had just told him. He didn't. He just looked at me with almost a little smile on his face.
"Paul," I said, "I want you to feel free to ask me anything. Because there's nothing I will keep a secret from you. If you want to know, I want to share."
Paul sat silently staring at me for a long time. But each time I looked over at him, I could see that he was smiling more and more.
"You're incredible," he said. "No wonder I love you so much."
To Be Continued . . .
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While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And stay hard! -- H.R.