Re: I Thought I Knew
Your Question: HR, u did say u have a partner, does he read this story? He likes it? Im curious! --
TheMan4
H.R.'s Answer:
I have to say that my partner has never been a big fan of porn in any form. I kind of think that's why I've never written porn before.
But I told him about my first meeting with Justin at the pizza place. The time Mike stood us up. And I told my boyfriend that I'd made notes for a possible short story. He seemed interested enough so I told him what Justin had told me about his meeting Jess and all, even though back then I didn't know Jess' name.
Each time I met Justin after that, I told my boyfriend how things were progressing with what he started to call "your little trio of friends." When I started writing, he had no interest in the early drafts of the story. But when I told him about how I had to jerk myself off listening to Billy that first time (and, yes, Billy, you jerking off, too; I agree we were both hot. OK?) my boyfriend was more interested in the story, as you might suspect.
As I started formulating a new way to write the story, he started to get really interested. He says he wasn't jealous or checking up on me. It just was something he wanted to know more about. How would I write porn in a new way?
So when I started revising chapters to make them more graphic, more visual, more enthusiastic, he wanted me to read them to him. I know my boyfriend and so I could tell he was getting turned on by the sex scenes. Seeing how it turned him on, I knew I was doing good. I liked watching him get hard as I read, even though it was a bit distracting.
After the scene in Chapter 3 when Billy cums on Justin's butt while riding the scooter, we were both really hard. You know, writers and their boyfriends get horny, too. So when I was done reading it to him, he opened his pants and whipped out his hard cock. Always nice to see that.
Then he came over and unsnapped my pants, and fished out my cock, which was hot just from watching my boyfriend getting all worked up. Anyway, we ended up jerking each other off. I saved that early draft because the pages are splattered with our cum and I like the idea of that. I knew immediately I was on to a good story and hopefully a lot more good times with the boyfriend.
So then a couple of weeks later I was working on Chapter 7. It's one of Billy's chapters, which always seemed to be hot. Anyway, we were laying in bed on a Saturday morning I think. I pick up the latest draft from my table beside the bed. I'm reading this part to my boyfriend:
Now Justin moved a little closer. I thought at first he was mimicking catching pre-cum now oozing from my piss slit. But instead, he rubbed the length of his hot dick up against mine. The heat of that touch ran from my cock to my brain and back again and again. The sensation of the heat of his hard cock rubbing against mine obliterated everything else.
I began to match him stroke for stroke, our dicks sliding against each other, our pre-cum giving us the lube to make this cock tease as smooth and sensual as it was hot and hard. I started to groan. And to my delight, Justin started to groan, too.
Without anything but the undersides of our dicks massaging each other, and the occasional feel of his balls against mine, we continued. And we moaned again.
My boyfriend was getting hard and he'd thrown the bed sheet off and was stroking his hardening cock. It is a really nice cock. About 7 inches and kind of thin. But very smooth and sleek with a great head. A little arch to it so it turns gently back toward his abs when he's aroused. And when it gets full hard, let me tell you, it gets fucking hard. And hot!
My story -- the guys' story -- was again doing the trick.
So my boyfriend's laying beside me getting full hard and he asks me to read that last part again. Now I'm starting to get hard.
So I'm reading that part again and he starts stroking me with one hand and keeps stroking himself with the other. I love the feeling of his warm fingers wrapped around my cock, but to make it better he rolls over and gets some lube and puts a dollop on each of our hot cocks. Now he's stroking us again.
"Read," he says to me. "How long until they shoot."
I don't answer. I just start reading again, right at the part when Justin is asking the same question of Billy.
“How long?” he asked in the quietest voice.
“Not long,” I whispered back.
“Me neither,” he said.
And then he paused for a moment. I knew that was it for both of us. I made one more gentle thrust with my hard cock, creating the needed friction as my cock slid the length of his enormous glistening cock. He fired his first load of cum, hitting me under the chin with so much force it splattered onto both our chests. His second shot of cum hit his shoulder. The next my nose. They were huge fucking volleys of cum, splattering everywhere. He came in huge gushers. Fired like out of a rifle. Round after round of hot, juicy cum.
"Read it again. Slowly. With feeling," my boyfriend says.
As I did, he got up on his knees, straddling my legs. His cock aimed at my face. As I finished rereading that part, he pushed the pages I was reading down and out of the way and shot a load right at my mouth, splashing mostly on my cheek. I leaned forward and sucked his hard cock into my mouth. It was so rigid it wasn't easy to bend it down to get it in. But he kept firing his load and I started swallowing.
When he was done cumming , he pulled is cock out of my mouth and started to lick his cum off my face. And then he kissed me. Cum kisses. One of my favorite things.
"Suck me now," I told him in my pretending-to-be-stern voice.
"Only if you keep reading," he says. So I start reading and he starts giving me a glorious blowjob, with lots of tongue action. Playing with my nuts. Rubbing his hand across my abs and playing in my pubes.
With that, I was pouring out my cum, too. My first blast had shot as high as our navels. Now cum was flowing like a fucking fantastic fountain out of my raging hard-on, coating both of our cocks with my extra thick creamy cum that smelled so good.
Our cocks coaxed each other on, still pressed together, still rubbing against each other in our slimy cum. More cum poured from my cock. And Justin’s kept firing. The pillow, his face, his chest, my arm . . . We were fucking drenched.
As you may have guessed. I didn't need much time to cum either. We both like to get a facial so just before I blew my wad, which my boyfriend can always sense, he pulled off and took my first big shot of thick white cum right across his nose. Then he dove right back on my cock to get the rest. I love it when he's sucking out my cum and swallowing as much as he can.
It may not seem real, it doesn't even to me as I write this, but I think I kept right on reading. I'm writing this strictly from memory. I don't write notes on what my boyfriend and I do. But I think it's pretty accurate and it certainly makes the point.
At last we were through.
Without asking, Justin started to lick his cum from my chin and chest and arm. He stretched out his elegant long, pink tongue and slurped up gobs of his stringy, sticky cum. I watched fascinated as he started to work on my cock. My still quite hard and very sensitive cock. His tongue so gently lapped at my cockhead, slurping the cum into his waiting lips. Whoa! That was my cum. Or our cum. That was our fucking cum mixed together and Justin was fucking lapping it up. With long firm strokes of his warm, wet tongue, he cleaned my shaft. It sent chills through me. He left a small pool of our cum in my pubes and more still cum all over himself.
So does my boyfriend read the story? Does he like it? You be the judge.
