Jess' Story -- I Thought I Knew, Book 3

[hardreader]

Jess’ Story
I Thought I Knew -- Book Three
Chapter 5
From Jess' viewpoint​

I was sitting on the edge of my bed reassuring myself that the dream that had jolted me awake was just a dream. I was sweating and cold and scared as I had been so many times before.

It was the same damn dream. Me and my mother. And she knew. She knew about me and Billy and Justin and all the rest of it. She might as well have been in the hot tub with the three of us as we sucked and jerked and came all over each other. She might as well have been in the room with me and my cousin when I shoved my hard cock up his tight, little. . .

I had to stop thinking about it. I felt like I might get sick at my stomach. I was afraid to move for fear the slightest motion would make me vomit. But sitting still was leaving me with nothing to do but to think about what my mother would learn about me if she ever read what we had written with my friends when I was back in high school.

I was trying to take slow, steady, deep breaths. Trying to clear my mind. Trying to focus on the real world around me. The world that . . .

That damn ring tone. It had seemed like such a good idea when I first heard it. I struggled to open my phone and hold it up to speak. To hear.

“Yeah,” I muttered. From the other end, all I heard sounded like garble. “Who is this?” I asked.

As I concentrated on listening, I realized it was Anne. Thank god it wasn’t my mother. Relieved, I asked Anne if I could call her back in a little while.

“Sure you can, silly. But you don’t have to. I just wanted to say thanks. Talk to you soon.” Click. She was gone.

Thanks?” She had said “Thanks.” It took me a moment to process what she had said and what it might mean. I figured that her date last night with that guy Paul must have gone OK after all.

You’re welcome, I thought. I should have told her, “You’re welcome.”

I continued sitting on my bed as my body and mind slowly shook of the lingering effects of my dream. I finally got up and took a shower, brushed my teeth and pulled on some clothes. When I looked in the mirror I could see I still looked like shit. Like I was hung-over or something.

But I hadn’t even had a beer the night before. Just studied and went to bed early. And had that same damn dream again.

Then I remembered I had to call Anne. I needed to put my plan . . . what little plan I had . . . into action. I’d actually thought about it a little last night before I went to sleep. Maybe that’s what had triggered the recurrence of my dream.

I called Anne’s cell. She answered on the first ring and I asked her how last night had gone. Typical of Anne, she didn’t really say what had happened. As close as she came was to tell me, “With your help, I didn’t need to wonder whether he was . . . you know . . enjoying himself . . . while he was . . . you know . . . kissing me.”

She went silent, forcing me to ask, “So what happened then?”

“I can’t tell you, silly. But thanks to you I’m pretty sure I haven’t lost him.” I swear she sounded so happy I could almost see her smile over the phone. “If I can ever return the favor . . .”

“Well, as a matter of fact,” I snapped at the chance, “there is one thing I was hoping you might help me figure out.”

“What’s that?” she wanted to know. I played coy. I told her I wanted to meet her for lunch. I had something I wanted to show her. I wanted her opinion. I’d show her at lunch. No, I couldn’t tell her more than that over the phone.

She set a time and named a little restaurant right on campus. I said I’d see her there.

I had a couple of hours until our meeting and I spent it making sure that my idea from last night was really what I wanted to do. I had decided I should show her one chapter of my story, “I Thought I Knew.” I’d picked Chapter 2 because that focused on me. From what I remembered, it had enough sexual content to convey the style of “I Thought I Knew.” But it didn’t have any actual sex scenes in it . . . other than being pretty graphic about how much I liked the taste of my own cum. And at the end there was a little about me getting off. Cumming in my mouth. Twice. But it was that kind of stuff that I needed for her to see to get her reaction.

I decided to read through it again. It had been a while since I had read that part.

As I did, I realized that it was all about how I thought I might be gay. About how I tried to deal with things when I first started to figure out I might not be just another straight guy.

All of a sudden it dawned on me that I hadn’t ever told Anne I was “undeclared” sexually. Or had I? I didn’t think so. But it was pretty well known. All my friends knew and so lots of her friends must know too. She must know at least that I’ve been out with both boys and girls. She must, I tried to reassure myself.

Well, what the hell, I thought. If she didn’t know before, she will now.

I copied the chapter and stripped out anything that might identify the source. No title. No “Hardreader.” Nothing to identify where it had appeared or when. I didn’t want her tracking it down online and reading the whole thing. I wasn’t ready for that yet.

I printed out one copy and put it in an envelope.

By then, I was surprised to discover, it was already time to head off for my lunch with Anne.

When I got to the restaurant she had picked, I saw her right away at the far end of the dining room. She raised her hand and sort of waved a little to make sure I saw her. She sure looked happy.

As I approached the table, I noticed a guy sitting across from Anne with his back to me. Even though I couldn’t see much of him, I never doubted who it was. When I reached the table, Anne stood up and gave me a little hug.

“This is my friend Paul,” she said gesturing toward the guy sitting across from her. Yep, it was the same guy I had seen on her laptop. The same guy I had focused on as I jacked off in her dorm room. The same guy I had watched so closely as I left her dorm the day before.

“And Paul, this is my friend Jess,” she said gesturing toward me.

Paul didn’t stand up. Just stuck out his hand. We shook. Normally I would have loved to have the chance to get to know Paul better. As a matter of fact, somewhere deep in my subconscious I think I was glad to see him again. To get formally introduced to him. Cuz I thought he looked like a really cool guy.

But this was not the time. I needed this time alone with Anne. I wasn’t even certain I could explain what I wanted her to do with so many people around us in the restaurant. Someone might overhear. But I certainly couldn’t do it with Paul sitting there.

So I was kind of relieved when Anne explained that he was finishing his lunch when she came in and he had offered her a seat. Tables weren’t easy to come by and he was leaving soon.

It looked like Paul had finished eating, so I stood there for a moment thinking he would get up and leave and I’d take his chair. This may seem kind of creepy. I can get kinda weird. I made a point of standing over by Anne so I could get a good look at Paul’s crotch when he stood up. I mean, after all I had jerked off looking at this guy’s picture the day before. I thought he was pretty hot. . . . So I’m kinda creepy that way sometimes.

But then instead of getting up to go, he said, “Why don’t you pull up a chair?”

It wasn’t how I’d planned this but what else could I do?

Anne started talking about nothing really. Classes. People she knew. I don’t even know what. Paul kept glancing over at me. When I’d turn toward him, he’d quickly look back at Anne.

Finally Anne paused for a moment and I couldn’t resist. I turned full face to Paul and looked him straight in the eye and asked, “So did you and Anne have a good time last night?”

I could swear he blushed a little. As Paul paused before answering, Anne butted in, “That’s a rude question when the lady he was out with is sitting right here. Paul, you don’t need to answer that.” And with that, Anne kicked me under the table. It was none too subtle.

“Sorry,” I said, turning to Anne and winking. The way my head was turned, Paul couldn’t see me wink.

“So what did you want me to see that was so important,” Anne asked with irritation in each and every word.

“Well, I really didn’t want to . . .” I paused and looked over at Paul. And then in a sort of quiet, secret-like way said “. . . anyone but you to see this, if that’s OK.” I didn’t really like saying that in front of Paul, but I didn’t know what else to say just then.

Paul realized I needed some alone time with Anne and had excused himself and left within a few minutes. I never did get a good view of his crotch.

After he was gone, I decided there were just too many people too close to share my story with Anne in the restaurant.

She was kind of pissed at me. Probably for a couple of reason, not the least of which was driving Paul away. We went back to her dorm and I started to explain.

I asked her just to let me talk without questions. I told her that I thought all her questions would be answered when we were done. And it wouldn’t take too long.

I didn’t tell her about the nightmare. I just told her that when I was younger, I didn’t know much about sex and stuff like that. And I wondered if I might be gay or bi or something.

“So are you . . .” she started to ask, but I cut her off. I told her she’d see all that when she read what I had brought her.

I explained that some friends of mine had met this writer and he had told us he was writing a magazine story on gay teenagers growing up in the suburbs. My friends, who I told her were gay, had already been talking to him. Telling him about their lives and stuff. And since I hung with them a lot, they wanted me to tell my story too.

“That was all a couple of years ago. But that story about me and my friends is still out there online and now I’m kinda worried what friends would think if they knew about it. If they ever found out that I had done all this stuff that in the story. If they ever read it and knew it was me. Cuz it’s kinda personal. And the way the guy wrote it, some of it is pretty embarrassing,” I said.

She just nodded.

“So I brought you one chapter that he wrote that’s mostly about me and I wondered if you would read it and tell me what you think. What you really think. I need to figure out whether I ought to continue to keep it a secret. I can’t decide what other people would think if they knew it was me in that story. I thought maybe you could read it and help me figure that out.”

“What magazine was it in?” she asked. Not a question I had expected but easy enough to explain. So I told her it had been posted on one web site and then another. Thousands of people had read it and commented on it. It had become pretty popular when it was first written, I said.

She didn’t look too happy about it, but said she’d do it since I had helped her out.

“Can you read it like today and let me know? It’s not too long.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said and I started to gather my things to go.

“So are you really a homosexual?” she asked. “I’ve never known a homosexual.”

“I’m kinda nothing. I’m really undeclared. I like some girls. I like some guys. It just doesn’t matter to me like it does to some people. I am attracted to people I like,” I said.

“I never heard of such a thing,” she said with a hint of disapproval. My stomach sank. Anne was probably not the right person to have asked, I thought as I walked out of her room.

To Be Continued . . .

Well, thanks for reading. I hope you’ll leave a comment and in return we will be quick to get the next chapter posted later today or maybe tomorrow. Until then, stay happy. And stay hard!

 

[TimWhite07]

Very well written chapter. As i read i could feel the what jess might have been feeling. Scared, because he is talking to someone about his personal life. Something that personal is hard to share with someone let alone your friends. Some of mine dont even know that i write.

As Skittles said, these chapters dont have a lot of sex, but we are still reading it. The way this story is going, it would never need sex, and people would still read it. aleast i know i would. The sexual encounters that you share with us, are a treat for the readers. And HR knows how to write it so that anyone who reads the chapter, does not walk away feeling some relief.


Hardreader -Such an enthusiastic reader! And so messy! Did you even try to help yourself. Oh, I'm sure you did! Helped yourself until you couldn't keep from . . . from reading the next chapter?

Of course i tried. But when you write it is to hard. ANd i have to say that the days that you post a new chapter, Zach is not so happy. I'm a bit drained after i read. but he will live.

 

[Kyanimal]

In spite of skittles' Encouragement(s), I've refrained from posting after each chapter. I like reading others' responses without the possibility of my own thoughts skewing their perceptions. (I've noticed some phrases I've used reappearing in later posts ... not just here.) But, now, I'm ready to do a bit of typing.

This book of ITIK certainly has a different tone than the previous work(s). Then again, this is Jess's story, and is reflecting his unique personality. VERY WELL DONE, HR and Jess!!

Yes. The sex hasn't been as blatant (yet!), but that testosterone fueled undercurrent is definitely prevalent! So far ... it's been more of a "tease", and a very effective one at that! The sexiest organ that we possess is our brain! And, reading Jess's thoughts underscores the intensity that most guys feel at his age! The questions. The uncertainty. The doubts that are constantly with us in spite of "The Urge!". ALL of that so well told and presented!

In short ... I'm LOVIN' this!!

THANK YOU!!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

Jess & HR,
Thank you for this next installment.

Jess, As the others have said, YES, we can definitely relate to your angst at the nightmare that you are having on a recurring basis.

We can also feel your emotions at confiding with Anne, and trying to read her reactions to your conversations.

It takes a lot of courage to bare your soul to the world via the anonymity of JUB; the added intensity of sitting face to face with a friend, and trying to explain yourself is monumental. I salute you for coming to grips with your fears and reaching out to Anne.

HR, thank you for continuing to help convey Jess' deepest feelings.

I look forward to your next installment -- each part is a small window into your life and your mind, Jess, and we thank you so much for sharing with us. Know that, at least for me, the sex is secondary; you being willing to share your thoughts and emotions with us, and asking for our thoughts in return, is paramount.

Take care my young friend. You, too, HR! lol

 

[ukbrit]

Hi HR and Jess.
I have been away for a while so only just read this chapter.
This really is a soul searching story so far,
I feel Jess is going through a lot of anguish at the moment about himself and what effects his life will have on others. Something I did when I realized that I was gay.
To be honest there is a need for the story to continue before enough information is gleaned as to make a comment worthy of such a difficult and sensitive issue, I do not want to try and second guess things.
So guys, I will stay silent for a while with my comments and read the story as it unfolds, apart from posting the odd message of encouragement.
Jess, I am rooting for you.

 

[hardreader]

I'll answer the mail and then get on with posting the next chapter as promised. Thanks for the great comments.

skittles -- "Wow, I can actually feel the nervous uncertainty of what it was like to tell a friend about myself and who/what I am all over again when reading that last bit. HR, between you and Jess it seems like this latest book of ITIK is more suspenseful than the last two books and every chapter leaves us with a cliffhanger of sorts. I love it." Jess and I were talking just after you posted this and we were discussing the idea that the each chapter ends in a "cliffhanger." Jess and I are in complete agreement with each other and perhaps in at least linguistic disagreement with you, dear skittles. Jess said something like, "It isn't so much that the writing is a series of cliffhangers. It's that my life at that point seemed like a unending cliffhanger.

Tim White07 -- "Very well written chapter. As i read i could feel the what jess might have been feeling. Scared, because he is talking to someone about his personal life. Something that personal is hard to share with someone let alone your friends. Some of mine dont even know that i write." If you don'tmind my asking, have you ever lost a friend because they learned about your writing? Since yours is every bit as personal as Jess', even if not usually so sexual, I thought it might be instructive.


Kyanimal -- "This book of ITIK certainly has a different tone than the previous work(s). Then again, this is Jess's story, and is reflecting his unique personality. VERY WELL DONE, HR and Jess!! Yes. The sex hasn't been as blatant (yet!), but that testosterone fueled undercurrent is definitely prevalent! So far ... it's been more of a "tease", and a very effective one at that! The sexiest organ that we possess is our brain! And, reading Jess's thoughts underscores the intensity that most guys feel at his age! The questions. The uncertainty. The doubts that are constantly with us in spite of "The Urge!" This book of ITIK certainly has a different tone than the previous work(s). Then again, this is Jess's story, and is reflecting his unique personality. . ALL of that so well told and presented!" So good to read a message from you again. Jess repeatedly points out that while he may be best friends forever with Billy and Justin, he is not really like them in so many ways. They are each smart -- much smarter than they sometimes seem in this project -- and each using their powerful brains in their own unique way.

DonQuixote -- "It takes a lot of courage to bare your soul to the world via the anonymity of JUB; the added intensity of sitting face to face with a friend, and trying to explain yourself is monumental. I salute you for coming to grips with your fears and reaching out to Anne." I have struggled a bit in writing parts of the story to this point, because I think it was very sad that the closest friend Jess had to turn to to discuss these issues (Billy and Justin excluded for fairly obvious reasons) was Anne. Jess doesn't think that was a sad state of affairs at all.

ukbrit -- "I have been away for a while so only just read this chapter. This really is a soul searching story so far, I feel Jess is going through a lot of anguish at the moment about himself and what effects his life will have on others. Something I did when I realized that I was gay." Thanks for sharing your thoughts and, please, jump in as often as you can even if only to say Hi, guys, I'm still here and still reading.

That's the mail for now. The next chapter will be along quite soon. I have a little surprise for you in presenting it. It isn't from Jess' viewpoint. So until the next chapter unfolds before you, stay happy. And stay hard!

 

[hardreader]

So you know, Jess and I both asked Anne if she would participate in this story, even in a limited way. She has absolutely refused, but she does know it is being written and posted.

Jess’ Story
I Thought I Knew -- Book Three
Chapter 6
From Paul’s viewpoint​

I had really wanted to meet Anne’s friend Jess ever since I first stepped into her dorm room yesterday afternoon. OK, I couldn’t get the guy out of my mind. How did he fit in? What was he up to? What had been going on?

First of all there was that smell. It’s like when you smell weed. It’s one of those smells that once you know what it is you can pick up on even the slightest hint of it. When she first opened the door to her room to let me in, there was a lot more than a slight hint of cum smell.

I wondered if Anne could smell it the same way I could. I didn’t know if girls’ noses were as sensitive to it as boys’. I didn’t even really know if other boys could smell it the way I could.

Next I got thinking and asking myself what had just gone on here? This was Anne after all. I didn’t really think of Anne and afternoon delight fitting together.

“Is this an OK time?” I said, still standing in the doorway.

She nodded yes.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

She nodded yes again, still holding the door open for me. Her hand on the doorknob. Her body partially blocking my view of her room. But I could see the beds and noticed immediately that both beds had been sat on, or maybe even more than sat on.

My mind snapped right to the kid I had just seen leaving Anne’s dorm. It wasn’t like there were a lot of boys coming and going from a girls’ dorm in the middle of the afternoon during summer session.

I figured it had to be him. The guy I saw leaving was the guy I could smell in Anne’s room. It made too much sense. At least in some ways.

But was he her boyfriend? That didn’t make any sense. If she had a boyfriend, why was she pestering me to do things with her all the time? Plus Anne and a boyfriend just didn’t click in my mind. They didn’t like fit together.

“Is everything OK?” Anne asked as I continued to look around, trying to figure out what I had just missed. “I wasn’t expecting you until this evening.”

“Oh, I was at the bookstore up the street and saw this book we were talking about at lunch last week. I bought you a copy so you could have one of your own. I thought I’d just drop it off.”

She started to close the door behind me, forcing me to step farther into the room.

“You can put it on my desk,” she said as she picked up a large towel from one of the beds and headed toward the bathroom. The farther into the room I got, the stronger the smell got. It was sort of turning me on.

Other than my own cum, I had only smelled other guys’ cum a couple of times. Once in the locker room in high school and once in the men’s room in a mall. I never did know what either one of those were about. But I knew that smell.

I set the book down and as I turned back to look at Anne, I saw the wet streak across the sheet on one of the beds. I was pretty sure I knew what had caused that. But, damn, if that guy I’d seen could cum that much . . . Know I was really getting turned on. And confused about just what Anne was up to.

Anne was talking about the book I’d brought, but all I wanted right then was to get out of there. This was too confusing. I had a date with her that night and that guy I’d just seen, the one who was staring at me so hard as we passed each other in the street, had he just cum in her room?

“I didn’t plan to stay. I have a lot to do. I’ll see you at 7. OK?” I said working my way toward the door.

“Do you really have to go so fast?” Anne asked.

“We’ll talk tonight.” I turned toward the door, but looked back once more and took a deep breath, trying not to be too obvious. And then I was out of there.

I’d planned on going to look at some shirts that were supposed to be on sale, but instead went straight back to my place. It was hot as hell inside my apartment. But I was hot before I walked into the little upstairs space I’d rented cheap for the summer.

I stripped off my shirt and shorts and underwear and stood naked in front of the tall window that looked out over the overgrown backyard. What a dump this place was.

But my mind wasn’t really on the scene. I was thinking about that guy and that string of fresh cum soaking into the sheet in Anne’s room. What was it I had just missed? What was going on? This didn’t seem to fit. Not Anne! She seemed so shy and scared to death of sex. Had I missed something? Was she on to me? I didn’t get it.

My forehead was covered in sweat. My whole body was glistening in my sweat. I wiped my forehead with one hand, capturing the moisture. Then used it to start stroking my best friend. Jacking off was about all there was to do around this place, it seemed to me. And with the scent of some other guy’s cum still clear in my head and the sight of that string of cum sprayed across Anne’s bed, I didn’t need much more to fuel my imagination. My best friend quickly warmed up to my familiar embrace.

I usually jacked off looking at or reading porn. I’d been looking at porn since I was 13 or 14 years old. That hot afternoon I didn’t need any porn. I was creating porn of my own in my head and I was getting hard really fast.

In my head I could see the guy I had seen leaving Anne’s dorm. He was lying on her bed. It was so clear with the sun streaming through her window. He was dressed as I’d seen him yesterday in cargoes and a T-shirt.

I wondered what he was doing there on her bed and then it came to me. He was waiting for her while she finished taking a shower. In my mind, I could hear the water running, striking her naked back. Dripping from her smooth body. Running off her small, firm breasts to the shower floor.

As the guy lay back, I knew he could smell that perfume she’d worn the other night when we went to the movies. And it was really turning him on. Laying there on her bed. Where she slept. Naked and warm.

He couldn’t resist inhaling her scent and rubbing himself through his shorts. He was getting so hard he could hardly stand it. I could see his massive cock straining under his touch. Wet spots kept forming as he worked his cock through his shorts. He kept inhaling and stroking. He seemed to writhe almost like a snake under his own touch.

He turned his head sideways and forced his nose into her pillow, inhaling her scent. I could see the look on his face so clearly. He was lost to this world. He was in that place guys go when they’ve gotten themselves so worked up they can’t turn back. He had to cum. He couldn’t help himself.

Even though Anne was right through the doorway in her bathroom, he let his resistance lapse. He surrendered to the powerful pull of his throbbing cock and his aching nuts. His whole focus was on his cock and his nuts. And mine was focused there too.

I watched as in my mind he opened his shorts and pulled his huge, hard cock out. It was at least 10 inches of thick, uncut cock. I could see his foreskin covering his cockhead at first. Then he eased it back, showing his beautiful crown completely engorged with blood. So firm and tight and hard. With its pouting lips. Its need for satisfaction. For release.

By then I was working my own friend so hard in my right hand. My left hand holding on to the window frame to steady me. I was as far gone to the world as he was. Jerking in my fantasy world, while watching his. I was watching him and feeling him. I could feel each stroke of his hand along his cock. The heat of his throbbing cock was the heat of mine. His smell was my smell. His needs were my needs. My cock twitched when his twitched.

I kept going back to get more sweat for lube, but finally used my spit because I really needed to get off just as he needed to get off. And a little extra lube always helps.

This kid I was watching, or dreaming, or imagining was whacking his meat like crazy. Just like I was. In my head his strokes were right with mine. He was getting close to nutting just like me. And I can see that handsome face. And his body. He’s got to be a jock of some kind. Ohhhh, I was getting close.

The shower water stopped. Anne had turned it off. Suddenly everything stopped. No sound. No breathing. No stroking. He and I could both hear the shower curtain pulled back. Before the kid had time to put that gigantic cock back in his pants, Anne, wrapped in only a towel, was standing in the doorway looking at him. Looking straight into his eyes. And he’s looking back.

Only somehow in my head, he was looking at me. Looking into my eyes. And I was looking into his. My eyes locked on his eyes. I can’t stop. I bent my knees. I thrust my hips, forcing my aching cock into my pounding fist. And my cum went flying. I closed my eyes and groaned as our first load hit the screen. I guess it was just my load, but it seemed like we were both shooting together. Our cum mingling in the screen. Our guy needs so melded together we were like one. The kid and me. Cumming together. It felt so good. Ohhhhh, fuck! It felt good!

The sensation of this image was almost too much for me. I opened my eyes and watch my next two shots hit even higher on that filthy screen. It was a hell of a cum. And when the kid on the bed saw me continue to blow my load, he kept cumming too. He couldn’t help himself. Only now, with my eyes wide open, I could see him cum all over the sheet.

I smiled at him and he smiled back. My image of the guy started to fade and I needed to sit down and catch my breath. I think maybe I was so into jacking off that I forgot to breathe.

I tried to recapture the images I had just conjured to get myself off, but they were already a jumble that didn’t make much sense. Nothing made much sense. What was Anne up to? And who was that kid? I had to know.

To Be Continued . . .

I hope you found Paul’s ability to tell his story as compelling as any of the others guys who have shared their thoughts through this project. I was impressed with him and his capacity to share from the very beginning. Perhaps it is all his years of reading porn that helped him.

Please leave us a comment and let us know what you think of “Jess’ Story” so far. While we doubled up this week, it may be a little longer till we can get back to you with the next installment. Please try to be patient. We will return. Until then, say happy. And stay hard!

 

[Bodhi1]

Hot! I was hoping Paul would get turned on by the smell of cum ... and he does with a vengeance! I want to see them together ... If you need help I can direct the scene ....

 

[DonQuixote]

Wow. Man on man super hot sex, "long distance", so to speak.

Jess was turned on by Paul's pic, and the thought of him getting it on;
Paul in turn turned on by the "eau du Jess" that permeated Anne's room, and his memory of seeing Jess walking away from the dorm.

Hot damn! I had figured we'd never know the outcome because neither Anne nor Paul would say anything to Jess for us to know. Certainly, Anne wouldn't recount any hot details between she and Paul. This was Sooo much better.

Thank you, Paul, for opening yourself up to us and sharing this vital missing link.

And, one can now only wonder with lustful eyes and mind about the probabilities of what has since transpired between these two studs.

Poor Anne. Two nice guys, who are more into each other than her. What's a girl to do?

Well, as for the rest of us, we'll just have to let our minds wander wherever they might untill Jess enlightens us with the next installment of his life.

Thank you HR for your usual keen skill at recounting the cumtastic details.
Thank you Jess for continuing your story.
And, again, Thank You Paul for joining in the story telling.

I look forward, EAGERLY, to the next chapter in the saga that is Jess' life.

 

[PerpetuallyHard312]

Wow now that I'm finished with most of my mid-terms I had time to read from the first chapter of the first book until this most recent chapter. I first encountered this story at Nifty and discovered this site in one chapter when HR recommended reading bjboy's story after using an excerpt from it. So I came here and created an account with a name that Billy could appreciate. lol I read everything in just under a day and my balls hurt something serious! lol This whole story is among the hottest I've ever read. I notice in almost all the stories I've read; whether they're true or not, that boy is gay, boy is miserable for awhile, boy has crush, boy gets boyfriend, boy suddenly surrounded with gay or gay friendly friends. I only wish I was that lucky. Jess, you certainly are interesting and I'm truly fascinated by your story and your role in the first book. HR can you tell Billy and Justin they have another fan too? You are such a gifted writer who knows how to really stimulate the imagination and get a guy off. I'm finally caught up with everything and now I have to wait....I hate waiting but that's life I suppose. Oh well that's what I get for reading fast. Time flies when you're enjoying yourself. I am so glad that you guys have decided to share your story. You've shown that there is hope and that there are nice people out in the world. I'm surrounded by so many assholes that I've recoiled in a shell that only the internet can penetrate. It's not that I hate str8 people, but it's people like my roomates that keep me in the closet now. When I move away on my own I'll see if I can find people like HR,Justin,Jess, Billy,Joe, Tom,Todd,Phil,Paul and more. Thanks to your story, the hope that I've abandoned has been rekindled. I have to wait a couple years but I've waited 19yrs and 7 months so what's 2 more years? I've got some work to do but I'll be back to check up on the story. I wish I could have talked to Justin and Billy but I think it's a bit late now since they're story is finished. I don't know what I'd say at this point anyway...I'm so late....oh well enough babbling I'm off to play pool tornament(lots of ass watching opportunities too lol) Until next time take care HR, Jess!

 

[DonQuixote]

Dear PerpetuallyHard312,
Welcome to JUB!

If you enjoyed the ITIK series, check out Trevor's year by Tantiboh - another real life story. Then there's a twisted tale between HR and Tantiboh - started out as a behind the scenes who can get whom off first just between the two of them, and they were generous enough to share so we all could join in the fun.

They may be a page or two down in the Gay Story forum, but they're well worth the read, as are many other stories here.

 

[TimWhite07]

I loved the new chapter. It is always good to see things from a different point of view. And what others are thinking. From the moment that Paul first smelled the cum in the room, i was turned on. Then the image of this guys that he saw walking from Anne's. what a great imagination.

If you don'tmind my asking, have you ever lost a friend because they learned about your writing? Since yours is every bit as personal as Jess', even if not usually so sexual, I thought it might be instructive.

I would love to say that i didnt, but then i woule be laying. When i started writing i never really planned on posting it anywhere. it was stomething to keep my mind occupied from the surpressed emotions that i had. Then Zach told me one day to post it and see what kind of response i would get. So i did. One my friends likes to read stories on nifty. he read the story that i posted and. When he did he reconized it for what it was and who it was about. He decided to tell a few other people instead of talking to me about it.

It came down to that they werent going to be friends with me abause the possibility of someone else figureing out who the story is about. They werent out to many people. to me ans Zach because of how open we are, but not to anyone else. I guess that they thought that their familes would find out about it and disown them.

I understood where they were comeing from. So i respected what they decided to do. As much as i considered them great friends, almost family, i had to let them go. I couldnt force them to be a friend of mine. And i still consider them friends, and would welcome them back in in a heart beat.

But i did make some very good friends. Mike, you (hr), sexy, and others who dont get one JUB.

Not sure how instructive that was. if i can be clearer or makeing something more clear, let me know and i will try.

 

[PerpetuallyHard312]

Thanks DonQuixote! I'll make it a point to read them.

 

[justinjeans]

sory it took me so long 2 rite. ive been travel but i ve been readin ur sty. its realy good. more sex pls. oc i no how it ends. cys i hope

 

[PerpetuallyHard312]

Hey what's the hold up man? Did you get bombarded with tests or something? I'm itching to see what happens next. I've re-read the story a bit more slowly this time and another chapter STILL hasn't been posted.....you must be busier than I thought. Oh well I hope everything's ok HR and Jess. I'm on pins and needles here! lol

 

[hardreader]

I'm sorry this gap between episodes has been even longer than I expected. I guess it's a good thing I gave you a double dose last time to hold you over.

I've been working hard with both Jess and Paul (and I do mean hard) this week and it looks like we're on the verge of posting the next episode at last. This is by far the most difficult book to put together of the three. But getting to enjoy the company of these guys again on a more regular basis makes it all worthwhile.

Jess has my final draft now and should have it back to me for final editing today. So I guess I should dive into the mailbox.

Bodhi1 -- "Hot! I was hoping Paul would get turned on by the smell of cum ... and he does with a vengeance! I want to see them together ... If you need help I can direct the scene ..." You do like a good dose of sex with your stories, don't you? That's my kind of fan. I like a good dose of sex with my writing, so we should do well together. As for the two guys getting together . . . what makes you think they'll ever "get together"? So, tell us, Bodhi, do you get turned on by the scent of a guy's cum?

TimWhite07 -- "I loved the new chapter. It is always good to see things from a different point of view. And what others are thinking. From the moment that Paul first smelled the cum in the room, i was turned on. Then the image of this guys that he saw walking from Anne's. what a great imagination." OK, now I'm hard. You guys talking about smelling cum has got me worked up. So does everyone out there get as turned on as I do by that special aroma? And Tim, if you think Paul has a good imagination from what you've seen so far, you ain't seen nothing yet! I can almost assure you'll be smelling cum. You're own cum at least!

DonQuixote -- "Hot damn! I had figured we'd never know the outcome because neither Anne nor Paul would say anything to Jess for us to know. Certainly, Anne wouldn't recount any hot details between she and Paul. This was Sooo much better. Thank you, Paul, for opening yourself up to us and sharing this vital missing link." Yeah, Paul has been a godsend in this project. He brings a lot to the table. Working with him is a real joy. It's like he was born to help with this project. And he is so fucking hot! Sorry, guys, I'm just a little horny this morning.

PerpetuallyHard312 -- "I had time to read from the first chapter of the first book until this most recent chapter. I first encountered this story at Nifty and discovered this site in one chapter when HR recommended reading bjboy's story after using an excerpt from it. So I came here and created an account with a name that Billy could appreciate. lol I read everything in just under a day and my balls hurt something serious! lol This whole story is among the hottest I've ever read." I knew when I first read this that ITIK had a great new fan. One who was gonna cum till he couldn't cum again. It's been good getting to know you a little better, PH, and good to know how much you like to get off to our project. Thanks for sharing!

skittles -- "Just finished reading that second part of you guys' double feature (yeah I know I'm late...) and can I just say HOLY SHIT! How fucking hot was that? I thought I was the only person who had that kind of an imagination, but I enjoyed reading about Paul's um... thoughts regarding Jess." What a horny bunch of fuckers you guys are. And, skittles, I can't believe you were so late. You usually are among the first to cum.

By the way, Jess and Paul loved all your comments. They are a real turn-on and we of course got real turned on. I guess that's part of why we're a little late with this next episode. Only wish more guys like PerpetuallyHard would join in and leave us a comment. But thanks to those of you who have.

We'll be back soon. Until then, stay happy. And stay hard! I know I will.

 

[hardreader]

Jess’ Story
I Thought I Knew -- Book Three
Chapter 7
From Jess’ viewpoint​

I worried all evening about my decision to show Anne that chapter of “I Though I Knew.” I almost called her a couple of times to tell her not to bother to read it. Just throw it away. But I never did call. I just worried. And wondered what she would think of it. What she would think of me.

Later, as I was trying to go to sleep, I was sure all my worrying was going to make me have that damn dream. And I really didn’t want to have that dream again. I thought my plan with Anne was backfiring on me. What had I been thinking?

The next morning she still hadn’t called. My phone rang twice while I was at Subway eating lunch. One was from my mother; the other was an automated reminder I had a book overdue at the library.

3 o’clock.

4 o’clock.

No call. Should I call her? Tell her not to bother?

Finally at 4:17 . . . I was that obsessed with it that I remember to the minute when Anne called.

“Is that you Jess? Where are you? It doesn’t sound like you,” she started off. I thought I could hear anger in her voice.

“Oh, I was just going to call you to tell you that you can just throw that stuff I gave you away. It’s not all that important,” I said.

“Well, mister, it’s a little late for that don’t you think? Now I’ve read it. I can’t believe you asked me to read that. I can’t believe you would ask anyone to read that,” she said.

My stomach cramped. It felt like she’d knocked the wind out of me. I could hardly speak. “So I guess that answers my question,” I managed to choke out as apologetically as I could.

“Well, you asked for my opinion, so I guess I should tell you. No person I know would ever want to read such a thing. It’s sick and perverted. And if you really wrote that and if that’s really about you, I don’t think we can be friends anymore. It is completely . . .”

“We can’t be friends?” I broke in. “You really mean that? Just because when I was in high school I wondered if maybe I was gay or bi or whatever?”

“It think you need help. Like professional help. If you are really thinking about showing something like that to people that you know and care about, you really need help.”

“Well, I guess, thanks for your time and stuff. I didn’t mean to upset you. You can just throw it away. Oh, and please don’t share it with anyone else. I’m not sure what I want to do. That’s why I asked you and I guess you gave me my answer. I hope, you know, that we can still be friends. I’m not a sicko or whatever. I’m the same guy I’ve always been. You know me. So maybe . . .”

She cut me off saying, “I thought I knew you but now I’m not so sure. Not so sure at all. I’ve got to go.” Click. She was gone.

I was so upset. I sat on my bed. I would never tell anyone. And I would have to hope that no one ever figured it out that I was Jess in this damned story. I wished to hell I had never told Anne. Until the day before . . . Shit! Anne was really the only way my secret could leak out. Why hadn’t I thought this all through before?

After about half an hour of feeling like shit about this whole thing, I started to get angry with H.R. He’d talked me into this. And once he had, he’d turned my life into porn just so he could get guys to blow their goddamn loads. That was all he thought about. Cum. Cum. Cum. And fucking more cum! I was so angry and upset with him. With myself. With Anne for being so mean. Such a fucking bitch!

I wanted to call Billy and Justin. I just needed to talk to someone. Those guys would understand what I was going through. We’d been through all of this together. But instead of calling, I sat on the edge of my bed and felt sorry for myself. I even cried a little.

Before I could get it together and call them, my phone rang. I don’t know why, but I felt certain is was going to be Anne. When I looked, it just said “Illinois Caller.” I figured it couldn’t be important. For some reason, I answered it anyway. Maybe just to distract myself from my troubles.

I said hello and waited a moment. There was silence. Then a guy’s voice asked, “Is this Jess? Anne’s friend Jess?”

Shit, I thought. My crap is already out and I’m gonna get calls from her Bible fucking friends giving me shit.

“Who is this?” I demanded without ever identifying myself. “And what do you want?”

“It’s me. Paul. Paul from lunch yesterday. Is this Jess?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, still very suspicious. “Did Anne give you this number?”

“No, she didn’t. Is this a bad number to call? I got it from a friend of yours. Anne doesn’t even know I’m calling you.”

“Oh, no, it’s my regular number. I just thought maybe you were . . . It doesn’t really matter. Hey, if this isn’t really important, this isn’t such a good time. Can I call you back?”

“Oh, it’s not important. I only thought maybe we could get together for lunch sometime this week. I’ll just call you back. When would be good?”

Those words changed everything. I still felt like my guts had been run over, but I didn’t want to hang up on Paul. As I tried to figure out what to say next, I could picture him looking embarrassed at lunch the day before. Bare-chested in that picture Anne had of him. The picture I jerked off staring at. I could see him looking back at me as he opened the door to Anne’s dorm. I felt certain now he was looking back at me. And that meant I was looking back at him. Hmmm?

The way I was starting to feel about Paul felt a lot like the early days with Billy and even more like with Tolley. It was just a feeling. A vibe I got whenever I saw him. Or, I guess, talked to him. Because right then, he was making me feel better. Warm and good inside. And I so needed that.

“That sounds good. Any reason in particular?” I asked after a pause that was a little too long. I wanted to keep this conversation going. It seemed important just then.

“I don’t know many people on campus yet and to be honest I’m just trying to make some friends. From what I’ve learned from Anne and the little bit I saw of you yesterday, I thought you’d be a good guy to start with,” he said.

His words sounded so sincere and friendly and very small town. It wasn’t the kinda thing guys I had known . . . guys from Chicago . . . would ever do or say . . . unless they were hitting on a guy. And I was pretty sure that Paul . . . Anne’s Paul . . . wasn’t gonna be hitting on me. Even though I wished he would. And I could sure use a friend. One closer than Justin or Billy. I was just feeling so alone right then.

Plus Paul was sure easy on the eyes and seemed easy enough to talk to. And I was curious how his date with Anne had gone. Had that bitch learned anything at all from me? She would never tell me now, but maybe I could ease it out of him without ever having to explain my part in it all. The thought of that sent a surge of blood rushing to my cock.

I instinctively opened my shorts with my free hand and started stroking my quickly hardening cock. It felt warm and fleshy in my hand. The skin was smooth and silky. I was still soft enough that the flesh moved with my hand. It was so comforting to hold myself this way. Stroke myself as I thought about Paul. His bare chest. That look back over his shoulder. That blush at lunch.

I was getting so hard. So fast.

“Well, I don’t usually have time for lunch on Mondays or Wednesdays,” I said, hoping he couldn’t pick up on the fact that I was jerking my cock while talking to him. “But I could do most any other day,” I said. “Or maybe even dinner.” Damn, that sounded so needy.

We settled on Tuesday. Picked a vegan place near campus that had great sandwiches and that was that.

After he hung up I stripped naked and lay back on my bed. I lubed my cock generously and started stroking. My cock was so hard. I could feel the ache from it like with it being so hard. So damn hard. I took my hand away so I could look at it. Arched over my abs. Pointing straight toward my face. My cocklips kind of puffy. A little pre-jizz moistening them. The rest of my cockhead so hard it glistened with the lube.

I loved to make my cock twitch and sway. I ran my index finger slowly from my nuts to my cockhead. Just barely touching the underside of my cock. My raging hard-on. Making it rise up as if it was trying to be stoked harder. Stretching to press against my fingertip’s caress. I teased myself mercilessly. It felt so good.

Then I thought my little game was going too far. My nuts felt that first sense of churning. The need for release. I knew that if I kept going this would all end too soon in intense pleasure. So I stopped.

I watched my cock twitch. I could feel blood surging into it. Stretching it even more. It was straining to get off on its own. But it couldn’t.

I watched as it jerked and slowly softened. Twitched and softened. Slowly sagging from its proud hard stance above my abs.

At last the tip of my cock touched my abs. That sensation made it jump back up. But it wasn’t enough to keep me hard. Soon my cock, still long, but not so hard, was lying stretched across my abs to my belly button.

I stared at it as it glistened with the lube. As another drip of pre-jizz oozed from my cocklips. Pooling in my navel. And as I watched myself going soft, I started to think of Paul again. Wondering how big his cock was. Was he cut? Did he leak a lot? Did he cum hard? Or dribble? How did he taste? How did he smell?

Soon I was running my fingers across my smooth, freshly shaved nuts. I loved the way they felt just after I’d shaved them. I was getting turned on again and my hand moved from my nuts to my hole. My index finger toyed with my pucker until it worked its way in to the first knuckle.

My other hand started stroking my cock again. Hard. Proud. Aching. Throbbing in my hand. Not jerking fast, but slow and steady. Imagining my hand was Paul’s hand. My cock was his cock. His cock was my cock.

I eased my finger deeper in my hole. Stretching myself. Prodding myself. Imagining it was Paul playing with my asshole. Finger-fucking my hole.

Then two fingers and my mind started to catch fire. I couldn’t help it. Paul’s cock was like buried in my hole. Plunging in and out. Working me. Stretching me. Filling me.

I felt that urge. That need rising again. I wanted to stop, but in my head I saw Paul look back at me. He smiled. I smiled back. And then . . .

I was cumming. I somehow wasn’t ready. So into Paul’s face. His smile. His cock buried deep in my ass. I was taken by surprise the first blast hit my cheek. The second streaked my chest. The warm juice from my cock splashing across me. I imagined Paul cumming with me. On me.

I was still pumping cum from my throbbing cock. Still stroking as I dribbled now. No more long shots of fresh cum. But plenty of juice spilling onto my stomach.

I took my hand from my cock and started to spread the warm slimy jizz across my body. Then I licked my hand. Tasting my jizz. It tasted so good. It felt so good to smear my cum around. So much cum. So thick and still warm! And I loved my taste!

Then feelings of regret and loneliness started to creep inside my head. I didn’t want another Tolley. I didn’t want another Billy. And if I kept thinking the way I was thinking then, that’s what I would end up with. Nothing! Nothing but a limp cock and my cooling cum.

If there really was a chance with Paul, and I didn’t really think there was, I had to change. But how? I started thinking and found . . . found it wasn’t easy. Sex was easy. Changing, that was hard.

To Be Continued . . .

I hope everyone enjoyed this latest chapter. Oh, and please don't forget to leave us a comment. Maybe some of you are even ready to give this story a rating.

I'll be back in a week or so with another episode. It will be from Paul and I don't think you'll want to miss the twist things are about to take. Until then, stay happy. And stay hard!

 

[DonQuixote]

Jess,
Isn't it amazing, the places our minds can take us? From the bottoms of deep, dark chasms to the top of Mt. Everest, and back, in the blink of an eye.

No, you're not a pervert, or psychopath. You're a normal guy with a lot of "teen"/early 20's angst around your sexuality. I'm sorry Anne didn't understand that when she read the chapter you gave her. A little too tightly wound, I'm afraid.

Now, Paul, on the other hand. Well, we have the advantage of already knowing what's going on in his head about you, since he shared it so freely last time.

Then, there's nothing better than a little stress relief, is there? The simple pleasures and fantasies that help us make it through the day.

You, however, seem to stand to do well by this new acquaintance, much to Anne's dismay, I suspect.

Thanks, again, for sharing these most intimate parts of your life with us.

HR, well and hornily written, as usual, my leachereous friend.
Or is that fiend?! lol

I'm looking forward to the next installment, to see how Paul broaches the topic that's on HIS mind!

 

[Autolycus]

Very cleverly written, creating such realism takes a lot of effort and thought!

 

[PerpetuallyHard312]

Whew! That one was a doosie! As promised I'm writing another comment and once again you've completed your mission to get me off H.R. Very nicely done!

Jess: While I can't fully understand what you're going through because I don't have a story about me posted on the internet, I can sympathize with what you are feeling. I don't think that you have to worry about Anne spilling your secret, she's too freaked. I agree with DonQuixote you are not a pyschopath. Though you may be perverted, it's normal for us guys. Especially when we're still young. There's nothing wrong with being horny. Just look at my screen name. I just came for the 5th time today reading this latest chapter and I'm hard again about to launch off another one! I hope all is going well with you! Reliving troubling and confusing times is never easy, but this must have a happy ending or why share it with us to, as you put it," blow our goddamn loads" lol

Can't wait to hear more of Paul's side! H.R. I'm counting on you!