Jess' Story
I Thought I Knew -- Book Three
Chapter 17
From Jess' viewpoint
For the next two weeks, Paul was at my place every night. I think he only went home to pick up more of his stuff to bring over here. He had to stack clothes on the floor because there wasn’t anyplace else to put them. My little bathroom was overflowing with my stuff and his stuff.
Neither of us was complaining. We were together and that was the most important thing to both of us.
Most days we’d try to go to classes during the day. Get some reading and homework done. Generally do our best to get as much out of the way early so when evening came we could enjoy each other.
I’d never been so happy being with someone as I was with Paul. It wasn’t just the sex. Sure, that was awesome. Showing him stuff for the first time. Seeing the look in his eyes when he felt something he’d never felt before. Like the first time I licked his asshole. I remember he looked back over his shoulder and the look on his face was pure bliss. I dug my tongue deeper into his moist, funky hole and he squealed like a schoolgirl. It made me want to cum!
It was summer and it was really hot. It was staying in the 80s well after the sun went down. Even with the fans going, my place was uncomfortably hot a lot of the time.
We pretty much stripped to our underwear or less to try to keep cool. I guess since we first got back together neither of us had been too overdressed. Usually like just cargoes or a pair of boxers or whatever was easiest around the apartment. No shirt or anything.
Seeing Paul tanned and naked, or at least nearly naked, with sweat glistening on his tight body, I was semi to full hard most of the time. And so was he. Unless, of course we’d just gotten each other’s nut. Which we were doing like three to four times most days. Sometimes more. I’d never cum so often in my life.
That was what caused the problem. For all our good intentions to get our class work done early and to not start messing around until it was done, neither one of us was very good at controlling our cocks.
For the first time in my life I started to understand how Billy seemed to feel all the time. Thinking with his cock. I know my cock was hyped for sex with my new best friend all the time. My nads were calling the shots and my heart was only too happy to follow.
I’d see Paul sitting at the kitchen table reading, making notes, whatever. At most he’d be wearing a pair of boxers or briefs. It didn’t matter what he was wearing. I knew what was inside that flimsy bit of fabric and I wanted it. Try as hard as I could, before long I'd be hard and couldn’t concentrate.
I’d tell myself that it was better to go ahead and get off with Paul so I could get back to studying. But we never seemed to be able to just get each other’s cum quick and move on. Instead we’d end up sucking and stroking and licking and just having fun with each other. Being guys. Being hard. Being horny and so wanting to make each other happy.
Seeing Paul’s cock aching hard. Feeling his warm hard flesh ache in my hand. Or my mouth. Smelling his special smell as I buried my nose in his crotch. It was such a fucking turn on being with him. Touching him. Needing him. Being hard with him was like a drug I couldn’t resist. One cum would turn into two and then a little cuddling to calm us down and . . .
I finally realized that if this kept up I was gonna flunk all three courses I was taking. My grades were plummeting fast and I was falling farther and farther behind. I knew Paul was too.
So after a couple of weeks like that, I was laying behind Paul on our bed one evening. The fan blowing a cooling breeze over our sweaty, cummy bodies. I can clearly remember what had gotten us so hot and sweaty and cum-covered. Paul had poured lube over both our raging cocks. Held them together in both his hands as we knelt facing each other on our bed. Even with the fresh lube, the friction our cocks created as we thrust them against each other . . . hard, throbbing, aching to cum, so fucking hot . . . I loved the feel of his cock against mine. Feeling them rub and thrust against each other.
Even more exciting was knowing that Paul loved this as much as I did and that we were together. The idea of sharing these sensations and feelings with Paul filled my brain. And my brain fueled the feelings in my cock.
The friction from our cocks was finally getting to be too much. I felt my nuts tighten and I started to gasp for air. I knew the feeling. The building surge in my nuts. Even though we both knew we were about to nut, we did our best to keep up the motion. The friction. The heat of contact between our hard cocks. Finally one last thrust forced an eruption as my cum spewed out from my cocklips.
Paul continued thrusting against my spasming cock. My cum dripping down both our chests. Then Paul came too. His warm cum splashed under my chin and dripped down my chest. It mingled with mine as the smell and feel of warm cum surrounded us. Engulfed us. Consumed us.
We started licking the cum off of each other. Kissing. Licking. Kissing again. Sharing the zesty taste of our mingled cum. Licked warm and fresh and sticky from each other’s sweating bodies. Slurped into our mouths. Shared in our kisses. All of it keeping me so fucking hard!
I don’t know why we started laughing, but we did. We were just having so much fun. Fun like sex had never been for either of us before.
It was as we were resting up after that cum that I said to Paul something like, “If we keep this up, I’m gonna flunk out of school.”
Paul reached down and took my cum-covered cock in his hand as though judging the weight of it as he told me, “This cock of yours is hard for me to resist. Every time I see you I want to share everything with you. And we both know where it always leads us.”
“It’s not just you.” I said. I wanted him to know I wasn’t blaming either of us. “I know I feel the same way about you.” I took his hard cock in my hand, feeling the fresh cum between my fingers. “You get me so fucking hard all the time. Just sitting there studying. Brushing your teeth. Eating pizza. I can’t control myself.”
“I should probably move back to my place and that way . . .”
I cut him off. “No, I don’t want you to go.”
“I don’t want to go either, but we need to find a way to make time for school and for us. We can do it. We just need a little more space right now. Because when I’m here with you, I only have one thing on my mind.”
We talked about it for an hour or so. We were both really feeling down about it, but neither saw another way. We were just kind of out of control.
I wanted Paul to know how much I cared for him and how hard this was for me. But I didn’t really know how to say that. Sex was mostly how we let each other know how we felt about each other.
“Why don’t you stay here tonight? Fuck studying. We can do whatever you want. We can cuddle. We can kiss. We can jerk each other off. We can . . .” I paused and pretending I was trying to think what else we could do. “Oh, yeah, we could sixty-nine.” I flashed him my special smile.
He looked at me so sad. “No I really ought to go. I’ll just take the stuff I’ll need for tomorrow. I can get the rest later.”
Thirty minutes later he was gone and I was lying alone in my bed. No closer to studying that night than I had been while rubbing my aching cock against Paul’s as he held our cocks together.
Thinking of Paul, I felt so alone again, but somehow I managed to drift off to sleep.
I think that was Monday night. Tuesday morning I called him before class. Texted him during class. Met him for lunch . . . It wasn’t until I was back at my place that afternoon that I realized I was alone. I didn’t like it. But I studied more than I had in weeks. It wasn’t easy. And I wasn’t happy.
I took a break and we talked by phone. Paul was feeling the same way, he said. We agreed we had to make this work. We needed a schedule that left room for study and for fun. We finally settled into a routine where Paul would come over Wednesday nights to supposedly study and then spend the night. Neither of us had morning classes Thursday, so we had time to catch up on our studying the next morning.
We also got to spend our weekends together.
But the days of separation only made our sexual frenzy even more intense when we could be together. When we were separated, we’d tease and taunt each other with suggestive to downright raunchy texts and messages. By the time we actually could be alone at my place, we were ready to explode. And we did. In a good way. A great way!
We only had a few more weeks of summer school left when Paul and I were having a particularly intense Wednesday night in bed. We had probably both cum at least once earlier in the evening and we’d been edging with each other for like an hour and a half in bed.
Paul was face down on the bed and I was on top of him sort of on all fours. Humping him. My hard cock poking at his hard buns. More and more I worked to wedge my cock between his butt cheeks. Then he surprised me by reaching back, pulling them apart and giving me free access to his hole.
I just knelt over him looking at his rosebud. Twitching. Exposed. Inviting me in. I wanted to make love to him so bad.
“Holy fuck, Paul, you’re so fucking hot!” I said, realizing I sounded a lot more like Billy than myself just then. I probably felt more like Billy too. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want to make you happy,” Paul said and tugged at his cheeks even harder, making his asshole open even more.
I didn’t even stop to think. With my right hand stiff and straight, my fingers pressed tight together, I started to push my straining cock downward toward Paul’s hole. I didn’t do it fast, but slow and deliberate. Watching as the tip of my cock neared its destination.
I saw a bead of clear ooze seep from my cock lips and start to drip in a thin strand toward Paul’s rosebud. Then my cock touched Paul’s hole. My cock spasmed at that first touch and more pre-jizz flowed. Surges of electricity shot through my body. My cock grew even harder and tried to rise up, but my stiff fingers held it in place.
I moved my oozing cockhead gently around the edges of Paul’s rosebud. Spreading my pre-cum over his twitching hole.
“Do you want this?” I asked.
“I want to make you happy,” Paul said and sort of cooed.
I thought that was all I needed to hear. I started pushing the hard blunt end of my cock against the pulsing center of his hole. It was tight and unyielding. I bumped my cockhead against it again and pressed harder. The challenge of working my cock into his tight hole turned me on even more. I heard Paul moan. A mix of pain and pleasure and need.
I pushed again and at last I could feel his hole start to yield. I could see the tip of my reddish purple cockhead start to disappear between his rosy, moist asslips. What I was seeing looked kind of like a guy starting to suck my cock into his mouth. Only it wasn’t “a guy.” It was Paul. And it wasn’t his mouth. It was his asshole.
The realization that I was gonna finally have my cock buried deep inside Paul was too much. I felt my cum start to surge in my cock. My body stiffened and my cockhead penetrated a little deeper. I wanted to be inside Paul so bad. To share this awesome feeling with him. To give him all of me. Deep. Deep inside of him.
I moaned and prepared to push my cock inside him. Take his virgin ass and share my cum. Unleash so much cum inside his ass . . . Ohhhhh!
But then I stopped. Something told me,
No! Don’t! Not now! Not this way! Suddenly I realized this was wrong. This wasn’t the way I wanted it to happen. I wanted to do things right with Paul. I didn’t want to screw up the best thing that had ever happened to me just because I needed a quick . . .
All those thoughts and more swirled through my mind in a flash. I pulled back just a little. My aching cock still pressed against Paul’s opening, but not inside of him. Should I stop? I wanted to be inside him so bad. And he wanted it too, didn’t he?
I moved my cockhead back and forth across Paul’s hole. Then paused. The head of my cock was slightly above Paul’s asshole. I began to rub again. Letting the most sensitive part of the underside of my cock rub against his opening. Pressing it hard against his rosebud with my fingers.
About two second later I started to cum. The surge in my cock took my breath. My body was completely tense with the force of the urges that had taken hold of me. My nuts contracting, forcing jizz to surge and spurt. I moaned and cursed and kept on cumming. The first shot landed in Paul’s hair with a long sticky string stretching down to his neck. Then more hit his ear.
As I felt my cum slowly subside, I buried my face in Paul’s hair. Nuzzling him and smelling and feeling my fresh cum.
I licked some of my cum off his neck He turned so I could kiss him.
“Why did you stop?” Paul asked as we broke our kiss.
“I want to do this right with you. I don’t want our first time to be some fuck I was too horny to control. When we do it, I want it perfect. The two of us. The way we both want it. When we want it. How we want it. I don’t want to fuck you or have you fuck me.”
He seemed to be struggling to move under my weight and I raised my body up, feeling my sticky cum on my skin as it clung to Paul's.
Paul rolled over on his back. I lowered gently on to him again and then he kissed me. Long and deep. We probed each other’s mouths. Warm and wet and reassuringly familiar.
At last our lips parted and I added, “When we do this, I want it to be because we both want to make love. Not because we need sex, but because we need and want each other.”
We talked about it for a minute or two. How we wanted it to be. How important it was to each of us that it be right. I’d like to say that nothing else mattered and that we planned every detail of how we wanted it to be right then.
The truth is, Paul was raging hard beneath me. I had cum but he had not. That just wasn’t fair. So we stopped talking and I slowly and lovingly sucked him off. Taking his cum into my mouth. Sharing part of his load with him in a kiss. A kiss I will always remember.
When that was done and we’d taken a little nap, we began to start to plan our special moment together. Actually our special day. We each had ideas, even fantasies, that we wanted to make come true. The more we talked, the more I wanted to tell Paul how I felt about him. How I really felt. But the moment wasn’t right. Not yet. But soon, I hoped.
To Be Continued . . .
This has been the first of two chapters Jess demanded that I add to our project. Now that it's done, I realize he was absolutely right to make me include it. I hope you agree and will be moved to leave a comment or message. Maybe even rate this project if you haven't already. Both are so easy to do.
Unless Jess makes me change course again, next week's episode will involve me in a more significant way than I have appeared before. I am a little anxious about it, as I will appear and act and speak as Jess and Paul say I did. Even though I'll be doing the writing, I feel I have so little control over how I will appear to you.
But I suppose that is the same fear the guys who have bared so much to make this project possible face each week. It's just so odd having the shoe on the other foot for a change.
Until next week I hope you'll all stay happy. And stay hard! 
I'm actually so happy that I could squeeze out another load! 
it was nice to have a little Billy addition.
. I miss the good ol' days back home of jerking off whenever I wanted to... here I have to be more creative than that to get off 
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(Talk about thinking with your nads! 
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