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Jess' Story
I Thought I Knew -- Book Three
Chapter 14
From Paul's viewpoint
I’d been nervous since the second I saw it was Jess calling me. By the time I got to Jess’ place, I was more than nervous. With the mood he was in when I got there, talking to him didn’t help. He kept telling me, Don’t do this! Don’t do that!
I was so afraid I was going to make another mistake and he’d bolt like he had the last time. If that happened I didn’t think I’d ever see him again.
But when I told him how I knew he was the Jess from “
I Thought I Knew,” it was like everything changed. He wasn’t mad at me anymore. He seemed more upset with himself.
After that I just tried to understand exactly what he was telling me I should and shouldn’t do. Don’t say I’m sorry. Don’t say I know him. Don’t say I love him. Those were the Big Three. That’s what I called them.
I was still pretty worried about how it was all going to work out until he hugged me. When he finally did, I knew everything was going to be OK after all. There was something about the way he held me and the way he let me hold him. It wasn’t sexy or anything. It was like electric. Like he was communicating with me in some special, secret way. It made me feel so close to him and so comfortable. I don’t know exactly how to explain it, but it was like we really shared something.
When he told me I was “the best,” I could tell he’d thought about it and really meant it. It made me think really hard what I should say back to him. I decided to give him a gentle kiss first and then said, “Jess, I want to get to know you better. I want to be your friend.”
From the smile on his face, I knew that was a pretty good thing for me to have said. Seeing him smile made me smile. I think we were both smiling for the first time since . . . well, since he ran out two weeks before.
With things seeming to go better between us, I didn’t know if I should stay or go. I didn’t know what Jess wanted me to do. Right then I would have done whatever he wanted. I hoped he’d just tell me, but he didn’t. He pulled me into him for another hug and started stroking my hair with one hand. His other was at the small of my back pulling me closer to him. Holding me tight.
He must have murmured, “Oh, Paul,” like a hundred times as he held me and stroked my hair.
It was so nice. I could feel the heat of his body against mine. His naked chest pressed against my thin summer shirt. My hands free to roam across his magnificent back. I could hardly believe we were back together like this again. It happened so quickly. I guess the key to everything was how I had known about him. My only regret was it had taken us so long and so much . . . I guess pain or turmoil or whatever . . . to get back to where we were.
“So what do you want to do now?” Jess finally whispered to me. It sounded and felt kind of sexy, like maybe he thought we should have sex or something. As I tried to figure out what to say, he began to kiss my ear.
“Hmmmm. I’m not really sure,” I said. I wasn’t trying to be coy. I really didn’t know He kissed my ear again, this time with a little wet tongue action.
“Maybe,” I said, “I should get to know you better. Why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself?”
He gave me this really quizzical look, like he was trying to figure out what I was up to. Not in a bad way, but like really trying to see what was going on in my head. Since I wasn’t sure what I was thinking, I’m not really sure what he saw.
He took my hand and led me over to his sofa. We sat down. Not real close, but turned so we could see each other. “So what do you want to know?” he asked, folding his hands in his lap. “Tell me, what do you want to know about me?”
Impulsively I said, “Tell me about when you were a kid? Did you have a lot of friends? Or brothers and sisters? Who were you closest too?” I guess while I was reading about him, I’d always wondered that. Hardreader never seemed to talk about their families, or their backgrounds.
From Jess’ smile I think he liked that question.
“My brother,” he said and looked quite pleased with his answer and he was clearly waiting for the next question.
“Older or younger?” I asked.
“Older by . . .” he paused and I could tell he was doing the math in his head, “ . . . six years.”
“So tell me about him.”
“I idolized him. He was a star swimmer in high school and college. When he came home from college to see me in my first varsity swim meet, he was introduced like a celebrity. First-team all-conference. I was so proud.
“We’d always been close, even though there was a big difference in our ages. We shared a room from almost as early as I can remember until my older sister went away to college.
“I remember going with mom and dad and watching him swim in his high school meets when I was little.” Jess got kind of a far-away look in his eyes and I could tell he was remembering what that was like.
“He never treated me like a little kid. He was popular. He had lots and lots of friends. We didn’t do a lot of stuff together because he was so much older, but sharing his room with him was special enough for me. I loved that room.”
“What do you remember most about that room?” I asked.
Without a second’s hesitation Jess answered, “The smell.” Then he looked like he wished he hadn’t said that.
“The smell?” I asked. “Did it smell bad?”
“No. It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what did it smell like?”
Jess thought for a moment and then got this grin on his face and I knew he was going to tell me something special, or significant . . . at least significant to him. “It smelled like my brother.”
I gave him a questioning look and Jess started to laugh. “OK, so you want to know about me and who I really am. This is as good a place to start as any. You may think I’m kind of weird, but . . .
“As long as I can remember, I would wake up in the night to this certain sound. I knew my brother was making it, but I didn’t know why or what it was. It was a sort of steady rustling noise under the sheets.” Jess had this big grin on his face as he told me this. “I’m sure you can guess what it was. Alex must have been about 12 or 13.” Jess winked. Of course, I knew exactly what he meant.
“I was like six years old and didn’t have a clue what it was. All I knew was that it seemed to wake me almost every night. And after Alex had made that noise for a while, he’d start to breath different and sometimes mumble things I couldn’t understand. At least not then.”
I thought I knew where this story was going and I couldn’t suppress my smile and a little laugh.
“Once the noise stopped and Alex’s breathing started to become normal again, I’d smell this amazing smell,” Jess said. “It seemed to fill my nose and my head. I loved it and I couldn’t seem to get enough of it.
“Sometimes in the morning I’d wake up to that same sound. And I’d hear Alex’s hard breathing and again there would be that smell. To me it was my brother’s smell. And that made it special and good. Something the two of us shared.
“This is the kind of weird part: When I was still pretty little, Alex started getting up about a half hour before I did for school. So I was probably 7 or so. I don’t know exactly what he did, but probably took a shower and stuff.
“I’m not sure how it started, but it got to be my routine to creep out of my bed and into Alex’s as soon as he left the room. I loved the smell of his bed. That’s where I could smell him the best. I’d curl up where he curled up and imagine we were cuddled there together. Like in a nest or something.
“I was too young to know or understand anything about sex. This wasn’t a sexual thing. It just made me feel really safe and close to Alex.
“Anyway, more and more Alex was making that noise in the morning. When I’d get into his bed, sometimes I could feel a wet spot where he’d cum. Of course, I didn’t know it was cum. I didn’t know what cum was. To me at that age it was just how Alex’s bed was.
“Sometimes it was a little damp. Sometime not so little. I didn’t know what cum was. I just knew that that was where Alex’s smell came from. That’s sort of how he made it. He’d make that noise and then breath real hard and . . . wet his bed.
“I knew the smell was strongest on the sheets toward the center of the bed. If there wasn’t a wet spot, there were almost always spots where the sheets were like starchy or stiff. That’s where I curled up when he had gone to shower or whatever. I loved to put my face right there and breath in my brother’s smell.”
“Even when it was still wet from his cum? You put your face right in his wet cum?” I asked.
“I guess I did,” Jess said and shrugged like it was no big deal.
“One morning when he came back into the room I was curled up under his covers as usual. There was a bigger wet spot that morning than there had ever been before.
“Alex said, as he always did, ‘Hey, little man, time for you to get ready for school.’
“I stuck my head out from under his blankets and asked, ‘Do you pee in your bed sometimes?’
“I remember he looked at me like I shouldn’t have asked him that. Then he looked at me real serious like and asked, ‘Why do you ask?’
“‘Because sometimes when I get in your bed in the morning it feels like you might have peed your bed.’
“‘No,’ Jess said. ‘I don’t pee my bed. It’s a guy thing. It’s not nice to talk about it. You’ll understand when you get older. But kids my age have a special kind of dreams called wet dreams. This secret fluid comes out of your pee-pee while you’re sleeping. Understand?’
“‘I think so. Is that what makes that smell I like?’
“‘Probably,’ he said. ‘But this isn’t something we should talk about to anyone else. Not even mom and dad. It’s just between the two of us. OK?’
“A secret with my brother. I felt so important. It was like he’d let me into some secret club.
“I don’t know how long it was until I figured out what was going on. He moved into my big sister’s room when she went away to college, so he would have been about 16 and I would have been about 10, I guess.”
“How old were you when you first jacked off?” I asked.
“Twelve, I think. I did it before I could cum. I’d just jerk it because it felt so damn good. Maybe when I finally came I realized what my brother had been doing, but I think I’d probably figured it our before that.”
“So now I really know something about you,” I said and leaned over and kissed Jess.
“Did you like my story?” Jess asked.
“I did. I think I’ll like all of your stories.”
He pulled me toward him and soon I was lying on top of him on the sofa. We were kissing and our penises were both hard. Trapped between our bodies. I could feel his pressing against me almost as clearly as I could feel mine pressing against him.
Jess stripped my shirt off. He said that made us even.
“I think it just makes me even hornier,” I said. So he told me to take my shorts off. By the time I had them off we were both naked. I could hardly believe how quickly and easily we’d done that. One minute we were just talking and the next minute we’re laying there together completely naked and hard and . . . I liked it.
“Now let me tell you a story,” I said as I snuggled beside Jess, gently rubbing my hard penis against his hip. “It’s about a very handsome kid and his new friend. They were lying side by side on a magic sofa that makes kids horny. The new friend asked, ‘Would you mind if I cuddled up behind you and just hold you for a while?’”
“I think I like this story,” Jess said.
At that point, I stopped talking. His cock was already pretty hard as it lay on his abs. I couldn’t stop staring at it. I didn’t really know what to do though. Other than the little bit I’d done with Jess before, I’d never done . . . well, anything. I didn’t know what Jess expected. Or even what I wanted. Except I wanted to be really close to Jess.
So I told myself that cuddling was good enough for now. We should take things a step at a time. If we did that we’d get there. I didn’t know where ‘there’ was, but I was afraid if I tried to go too fast again, things would get screwed up.
If I was moving too slow for Jess, I could only hope he’d tell me so, or make his own move. I didn’t want to leave him disappointed. I just didn’t think moving too fast was a good idea either.
I lay there, one arm slung over Jess. My hand almost directly in the middle of his chest. It was awkward as I lay there. My hand was so close to his skin, I could feel his heat. But I wasn’t quite touching him either.
My cock was full hard and pressed against his butt and his was nearly full hard and almost standing free from his abs. It was leaking just a little. But neither of us was doing anything about it. At least for a while.
Eventually the urge to touch Jess was too much for me. I told myself I just wanted to hold him tighter. Nothing really sexual. So I laid my hand out full open on his chest. It felt so good to feel his skin and his muscles. The very touch sent a charge through my body. Kept me hard. So hard
My hand seemed to have a mind of its own. It started to wander around the front of Jess’ body. Just stroking. Feeling. Touching. Not sexual. Just feeling him under my hand.
I can’t really explain how wonderful a feeling that was. Thinking back, it may have been the first time that I was with Jess and totally experiencing him as himself. As he really was. Not as the Jess’ from his story. Not some fantasy come to life.
I was just so into being that close to him. To touching him. Smelling him. I kissed him just a little on the neck and shoulder. He turned his head so I could kiss his lips.
“This is so nice,” he said. “Is this what you want to do? Do you want me to do something for you.”
“Just cuddle,” I said. He sort of wiggled his butt against my hard penis and kissed me again before adjusting the pillow cushion under his head.
I went on stroking his chest and nipples awhile longer before I think we both drifted off to sleep.
I don’t think I’d been asleep long when I woke up. I’d just dosed off. It felt so good to be cuddled behind Jess. Then I realized my hand was holding his hard cock and his hand was holding the back of mine.
He was amazing hard and hot. I gave him a little squeeze. He was awake and looked back over at his shoulder at me. We kissed again.
“Are you OK with this?” I asked and squeezed his penis again.
“Are you?” he asked. And I felt him make his cock twitch in my grasp. Then he tightened his hand on mine and said, “Who do you think put your hand there?”
I kissed his neck. He groaned a little. I loved his sound from deep inside him.
“We can just lay here,” I said. “I love being with you and cuddling together. We fit just perfect and your skin feels so good.”
I took my hand from his cock and started letting it drift across his abs. But my hand kept bumping into his hard cock as I did that. I didn’t plan it . . . I really didn’t . . . but I started running my fingers lightly up and down the length of his cock. I could feel it rise up under my gentle touch.
Sometimes I’d let my fingers toy with that sensitive spot on the underside of his cock where the head and the shaft meet. I know I feel like a tangle of nerve endings there. So sensitive.
I ran my fingertip across his cocklips and found a droplet of pre-cum. I rubbed it gently into this hard head and let it lube my finger’s trail.
At last I started running my fingers up and down the length of his shaft again, occasionally, including his nuts in the action.
“Are you as close as I am,” Jess finally asked as he reached back with his free arm, wrapped it around the back of my head and pulled my lips to his.
We kissed deeply and for a long time. I guess I lost control or track or whatever of my hand because when we broke our kiss it was wrapped around his throbbing cock.
“If you don’t stop, I think I’m gonna . . .”
He never finished his thought. Well, I guess in a way he did. His cum surged from his cock and splattered off the sofa back. More cum landed on me and on him. While he was still cumming, he put his own hand on his cockhead and caught some of his own cum. Then he reached behind and took my penis in his cum-slick hand and started jacking me off like crazy. The feel of his hand lubed with his cum sliding so easily up and down my swollen shaft was mind-blowing. Each stroke pulled at energy in my nuts. Created a storm in my crotch. Made my cock feel like it was going to go crazy.
It didn’t take much of that. I was as hot as he was.
My cum squirted across his butt and as I came I thrust against him. He quickly moved so that my cock was between butt cheeks as I continued to thrust. It felt so good. So close to making love to him. So . . . so messy, I think it was the first time I realized the joy and pleasure and shear exhilaration of making a mess of cum with a guy you really care about.
At last I felt Jess whole body start to deflate in the aftermath of his cum. And then mine. I was deflating too. Not just my penis. My whole body seemed to relax and settle back to a lower state of existence.
“I could get used to the way you cuddle,” Jess said.
It made me feel so good. Even the simplest nice thing he said to me could make me feel on top of the world. This almost made my chest explode with pride.
I so wanted to tell him I . . . but I didn’t. He’d told me not to. He didn’t tell me either.
But I felt it. It was like it was all around us, but we couldn’t say it for fear of wrecking it. We had to move forward carefully.
As I lay cuddled behind Jess, I though we’d done pretty good today.
“You’re the best,” Jess said and moment later we had both drifted off.
To Be Continued . . .
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I don't think I have the strength to type much more than that, just now!" Chaz, you have such a way with words!
