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

    AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the third book in the “I Thought I Knew” series. It is the story of Jess, a real college student from Chicago. Jess has made some decisions in his life that he now fears may create problems for him in the future. As he begins to grapple with his fears, he is still working out issues involving his own sexuality, his honesty and his very identity.

    It is not necessary to have read either of the first two books to enjoy this final book in the series. You’ll learn all you need to know about Jess and his friends as the story unfolds. If you decide you want to start at the very beginning of Jess’ adventure with Billy and Justin, you can go to www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=176387

    As with the previous books in this series, the point of view will change from chapter to chapter enabling you to see what is going on inside the minds of various characters. Keep in mind that the story is true and accurate. It is based on interviews, comments and writing by the people involved. My job in all of this is to pull all their input together to create a single story.

    That enough from me. It's time to let Jess speak at last.
    -- H.R.

    Jess’ Story
    I Thought I Knew -- Book Three
    Chapter 1

    From Jess' viewpoint

    Suddenly I was awake. I went from a deep sleep to wide awake in an instant. The effect was like one of those awful amusement park rides that drop you from on high into a near free-fall and then jerks you back. Like bungee jumping.

    Awakening from this dream was like that. Only worse.

    I was tangled in my sheets. Naked. Sweating profusely. Terrified. Confused. Embarrassed. Bewildered. And so much more all at the same time. I was overflowing with emotions that I couldn’t understand or even name. And it all went back to a dream. A dream I’ve had too many times in the past year. A dream I have come to dread.

    The dream doesn't ever change much. It always starts with me sitting in my parents’ living room talking to my mother about nothing in particular. It wouldn’t be unusual at all except that I am completely naked. And I’m hard. Raging hard! The kind of aching hard-on guys love to have. In the dream I am slowly stroking my cock. In full view of my mother who seems not to notice.

    Then, as can happen in dreams, my mother is walking into the room. Carrying a handful of loose papers. Like computer printer paper. I’m still hard and still jerking off and she’s still not noticing.

    She stops and looks down at the pages in her hand and then looks back up at me. I can see the pain in her face. The hurt. Maybe a hint of anger, too.

    “I know,” is all she says. It’s all I need to hear to understand what is causing her to look at me that way. Disgust. Contempt. Hatred. Yes, I think I could see hatred in her eyes. She knew.

    That’s when I suddenly wake up from this nightmare each time. Awake with the awful knowledge that my mother knows not only that I have had sex with girls, but with boys, too! She not only knows that I have had sex with both, she knows it in such detail that she might as well have been in the room as I did . . . as I did all the sexual things most guys could ever think or dream of doing. All those things I did with such abandon. Such joy. Not in some dream, but in real life. My life.

    I never should have shared all that stuff about myself and my friends online. I should never have gotten involved with Justin and Billy's "project". I should never have let H.R. write "I Thought I Knew."

    If my mom has really read my story, and I am certain in my dream that she has, it’s as if she’s seen me masturbating. Sucking. Fucking. She’s seen me covered in cum. My cum. Their cum. She’s seen me lick it. Swallow it. Wallow in it.

    She’s finally found out about me and Billy and Justin and all the rest. She’s read “I Thought I Knew” and any connection I have ever had with her is broken. Shattered. Destroyed beyond repair.

    Awake. I am awake. But the fear and the nausea of the moment are real. The fear. The self-loathing. The helplessness. They are all real. I know it is a dream. I know the feelings will pass in the hours ahead.

    But I also know somewhere deep down inside me that someday my mom may really learn about my story. That she may really know that I fucked my best friends, my cousin, my step-cousin. That I’m . . .

    What am I? Still shaking off sleep. Still coping with the emotions of my nightmare. It is hard to even think about who and what I am. How I got where I am. How I am ever going to move forward.

    Some of you already know my story. I’m Jess. The same Jess you may have read about in “I Thought I Knew.” I guess it is the story of how my best friend Billy and a friend named Justin and I tried to figure out what being gay is all about. What we wanted in life. How we could go about finding what we wanted.

    The way our friend H.R. wrote it made it . . . Well, more than anything I guess it made our story real. So that lots of guys related to us. I got lots of mail from guys asking for advice. Giving advice. Wanting to meet me. Wanting to suck me. Wanting to fuck me. Wanting me to fuck them.

    Yeah, the other thing H.R. did was to make our story really erotic. He made it into the story of our lives. But also into porn. Great porn! But porn just the same.

    I guess I was completely OK with what he wrote when we were working on the project. Hell, everything he wrote was true, with a few innocent changes to protect our identities. But I can’t say it didn’t happen the way he wrote it. The way we told him we thought it happened. Remembered it happened.

    My only worry then was that someone someday might figure out who we really are. But that seemed unlikely. I didn't really worry about it too much back then.

    So you unerstand, Billy and Justin and I. . . and H.R. too, I guess . . . set out to share more than the story about our learning to jerk-off, suck, fuck, whatever. We thought we had a story worth sharing. A story guys would like to read and might learn something from. That was our idea of it.

    Lots of guys, I mean really lots of guys, have written to tell us how much it helped them in their journey through discovering and untangling their own sexuality. I still have a few cyber friends I stay in touch with who I first met through our story. Of course, a lot more guys wrote to tell us how many times they came reading about us.

    Plenty of good has come from telling our story, just the way H.R. said it would. But almost two years after we finished telling our story, the experience of exposing myself that way on the Internet is haunting me as I had never expected.

    It has made me worry about something I would never have had to worry about. Should I tell my friends about it? Or should I keep it a secret. A secret I can never tell anyone I really know.

    I never have told anyone I have really known that I am Jess from "I Thought I Knew". I can’t imagine how they’d react. Sure I know there are thousands of guys out there posting pictures of themselves and their friends jerking off and sucking and fucking everyday. It’s not such a big deal.

    But deep inside I worry what people will think if they know about me and my story. It’s something I wonder if I ever will share. If someday I find the perfect girl or guy . . . will I be able to tell them? Will I lose them if I do? Will I go crazy keeping my secret if I don’t.

    For a guy who begged his two best friends to fuck him and shared every detail of what happened, how I felt, what I thought, what I wanted and needed . . . For a guy who could share all that, you’re probably thinking, how hard could it be to tell a friend or a lover what he had done?

    But you’ve got to remember that when I first shared my story, my identity was concealed. You could read a passage like:

    My cock was still rock hard. Streaked with cum and red from all the action it had just gotten. My cockhead was still dripping a little bit of cum. A strand of it hung from the tip and was pooling down just above my navel.

    I’d never fucked a guy before and my mind was racing with images of what had just happened. What I’d just done. I’d actually fucked my cousin. Sam. Little Sam. I’d shoved my big old cock up his tight ass. Rammed it in an out. And cum deep inside him. So hot! Thinking about it made my dick twitch from time to time and made a little more cum flow. I felt a little chilled, but Sam reached over and put a hand on my thigh. It seemed to warm my whole body.

    My identity was concealed but everything else was out in the open. It was all so graphically described by H.R. A lot of what he wrote was more graphic than . . . more graphic than what it felt like when we actually were doing it. You know, fucking, sucking, jerking each other off. His writing style let guys look inside my head at what I was thinking and feeling in the most intimate ways. He does that really well.

    But I was always just a guy named Jess from Chicago. A guy you didn’t really know, even though a lot of you thought you did. You can look long and hard through every detail of that story and you’ll never figure out who I am.

    I felt secure in that anonymity for a long time. Sure, I liked knowing that guys got hard and hot and horny reading my story. And I loved it every time someone wrote to tell me how much it had helped them, even if I never understood how.

    Then the dreams started and I had to wonder how much longer I could keep this secret locked inside of me.

    How many more nights could I awake having faced my own mother’s hatred? Maybe, almost certainly, I would never tell my mom. But each time I awoke bathed in sweat and overwhelmed by fear, I knew I would have to tell someone. I had to start finding my way forward.

    This was who I was. It’s part of who I am. I was the star of a major porn story. Thousands of guys have read about me. They know how I jerk off. Know how I eat my own cum. Know I lusted after my best friend and his boyfriend. They know as much about my cock and what I did with it as I do. Maybe more.

    And after they read about us each week, they wrote things like:

    "Yes i am cumming huge!!!! Cant wait for next part!!!"

    "If my vision weren't so blurry (It's HARD reading with your head thrown back this far!), and my other hand weren't so "busy", I'd type something!”

    "I've gotta say that this story is really cumtastic. It's really hard holding it in."

    "More and more cum is building up with each part!!"

    "These boys are doing all their thinking with their dicks. But, it keeps the cum cumming."


    How could I share that with my friends? Friends who think that I’m just a quirky college sophomore who really enjoys sex. Who can’t figure out if he wants to major in business or English. Who can’t figure out if he likes boys or girls.

    How can I share the secret part of my life with someone I know face-tp-face? That’s what I’ve gotta figure out. Before it drives me crazy.

    To Be Continued . . .

    Jess and I are sure that Jess isn’t the first or the only guy to have worried whether his choices today wil come back to threaten him somehow in the future. If you’ve been through this situation before, we’d like to hear what you know, what advice you have, what good or bad has come of it all. But even if you’ve never even considered posting your picture on a gay dating site or jerking off in a video on XTube, we’d like you to share your thoughts in this thread. We hope it will be helpful to some of our readers and enrich the experience of all our readers.

    I’ll post the next episode as soon as it is ready. Jess and I are unable to make specific commitments for how soon chapters will be posted.

    Thanks again for reading and until next time, stay happy. And stay hard!
    "Reading should be easy. Only the reader should be hard." -- hardreader

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

    Hi HR and Jess. Thanks for the first part of book 3.
    I have always thought Jess had a deeper side to him and this chapter has started and delved into something that many of us have been through, outing ourselves. But as we say "if I knew then what I know now"
    I look forward to this book which I think will be more thought provoking than 1 and 2.
    Waiting with anticipation.
    Thanks guys..

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

    HR - This looks like the beginning of another great story - thank you! And Jess - thanks to you also for bravely going forward with it. Looking forward to the next chapter!

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

    Jess, HR.

    This is a great begining. As always, i can not wait until the next part comes out.

    As it was written in the chapter , ITIK was a great story, and a porn at the same time. For that i liked it. Im not one that like to read nothing but sex. i do enjoy it ever once in a while but not a great deal. But ITIK had both. a great story and sex. very graphic sex. lol . For that i commend HR. You have that way for making a guy hard but still get the story accross.

    You asked at the end of the chapter to say if you have been through any thing similar and what has come of it.

    I wrote mine. I know a few ppl that are on this website that have read it, and i talk to alot of them on yahoo.

    I had hard time when i told people. I told my best friend. he was the 1st person i know. He took upon his self to tell the entire school. That led to me becoming an outcast. i lost all my friends. i was threatend. I told my parents, my dad was fine with it. All im going to say is that my mom is no longer here.

    that was the bad. The good is that im not married. i met my "amgel" and better half in highschool. we got married and have a bady on the way thanks to very good friend of ours. I have the support of my dad and my friends.

    Coming out is a very hard thing to do. everyone has those worries. "what will my friends think? What will my family do? will they still love me?" The truth is, there is no one that can answer that question except for them. You have to be the one to make the leap and tell them. Then, hopefully, your friends and family will understand and still love you. Then when you tell them you can stop hiding and live your life.

    That burden and fear for hiding will be gone. The name calling and hatred will always hurt, but once you get it out in the open, then you ignore it better. You can find that one person that you are ment to be with. You can find your Knight in shining armor. and that person can make you the happiest person in the world. Weather by marrige, partnership, or just a relation ship.

    I hope that that help some.

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

    That's a great start. I read book 1 of ITIK, and loved it, though it's been a while. I remember that I was always pulling for Jess, hoping he would find happiness.

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

    Amazing heart-felt story! Thank you so much Jess for sharing. I guess all of us have been through the same fears about coming out - and although I did so quite early, many of us have not yet been able to do so.

    Your sexual explorations were wonderful! I wish we had all had such close friends to experiment with - you are most fortunate!

    Quite frankly, Hardreader is an amazing chronicler of your history resulting in a major hot porn story of great quality! I am certain as you grow older and wiser and find the Love of your Life, you will be perhaps a little shy to start, but actually very proud of your story and how moving it has been to so many folks. I know I would be!

    Be at Peace and know that we Love you ...

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

    Wow! Not quite the beginning that I was expecting! It seems that Jess's story will be a deeper look into the thoughts, and concerns, behind the "action". And, that is more than commendable!

    Jess ... when I was your age it was a different time and a different world. (Pre-internet, if you can fathom that!)

    Not only did I know I was Gay, I was also living under a small spotlight as a Preacher's Kid! Double indemnity!!

    But, I did what was expected of me, and had more than my fair share of "Fun" with the Ladies! (Nearly married 5 of them! No ... not at the same time!) But, there were also a few Guys, too, well ... maybe more than a few, and I always knew I preferred the Dudes!

    I was always VERY careful about the Guys I played with, and whether "word" would get around ... which, thank Goodness, it didn't! So, I was not only in "the closet", but also "partying" with the Girls to cover it! Don't get me wrong! I thoroughly enjoyed every single minute with "my" Girls, cared for them deeply, and wouldn't want to harm them, in any way, for the World! But ... still ... I "Knew"!

    These days ... after 27yr. with "My" Kev ... I don't care who knows! (Though I'm still not "blatant" about it.) My immediate family knows, but their "Public" doesn't. There's a reason I live 500mi. away from "Home". And, I think my immediate family likes Kev better than they do Me!

    The only place I've ever posted about this, and shown some pictures (to my fellow JUBbers horror), is "here" on JUB. I figure if anyone "finds out", they'll have some 'splainin' to do, themselves!

    The concerns you've brought up can be Very daunting! And, I respect You, tremendously, for allowing HR to tell your story! THANK YOU!!

    Of course ... no matter what ...

    Keep smilin'!! *kiss* *hugs*
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    Re: Jess' Story -- I Thought I Knew, Book 3

    Jess (& HR),
    I didn't know you'd posted so quickly. HR will tell you, I'd just finished PMing him asking him to let me know when you posted Jess' story, since I didn't always check the main forum listings!

    I looked more closely after I got his pm.

    This looks like it's going to be a very in-depth look at your inner turmoil - I hope it is as cathartic for you as my talking to people and getting involved with people here has been for me.

    Book I was youthful innocence explored. You were "in absentia" by and large in II.
    Both involved HR's wonderful prose in augmenting your "discovery exercises"!

    Thank you for deciding to share with us. I can tell that you didn't come into this lightly. I see, by the response so far, that many of your faithful readers are hear, pulling for you, ready to listen to your tale, and offer a shoulder to lean on, or an ear to bend, if you come looking for advice.

    Welcome home, Jess. Thank you, HR.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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

    Give 'em Hell, Skittles.

    C'mon guys, come out of the woodwork and Give Jess and HR a little appreciation for their past and present efforts.

    They don't ask for payment for their hours invested in developing the prose that we so eagerly devour.

    The least we can do is like RonR18 demanded in his thread, before his life took an unexpected turn -- give them a little written praise via public accolades on this thread.

    Jess, in particular, has bared a lot more than his soul in the previous works, and in the opening volley of this one. I'm sure most if not all of us have had at least some of the feelings that Jess has described -- it takes a brave person, indeed, to bare oneself as completely as he, Billy, and Justin have done, with HR's tireless help.

    I think this is going to be a very touching, intense telling of self-discovery and exploration, and public revelation second thoughts.

    Jess, we admire your strength in being willing to come back to us and continue to bare your inner soul for and with us.
    Thank you, once again. And thank you, too, HR, for being both his mentor and not-so-ghost writer of this compelling (auto)biography of a young man's transition from teen to tween in a sexually charged point in his life.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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

    I want to thank the guys who have commented. skittels and donquixote you guys are too much. But that's ok with me. lol
    i wanted to let everyone know that it's my fault that H.R. hasnt posted the next chapter. when i read the next two chapters they just didn't feel quite right to me. I think H.R. had misunderstood what I had told him. After we talked about it a long time he said he thought the only way to fix it was a complete new version.th at's what he's working on. Im sorry I caused the delay but it's my stry and I really want it to be right. Don't blame H.R. It my fault.

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

    Jess,
    NothingtoSay is right. It's extra tough writing to an "online" deadline. Published authors have the luxury of rewrites, and the only one(s) bitching are the publisher's reps who want to get it printed and out, so they start to crank in the cash.

    We much prefer that you be happy. I'm sure HR is fine with it - he is a perfectionist of his own right - at least with the steamy sex scenes(LOL).

    BOTH of you, take care, take your time.

    YES, we want to read it and relate to you; but it's almost as important to us that it be what you want to represent as it is to you. (I'm not so arrogant as to remotely assume "we" would be "AS" concerned as you would be -- it is your life, afterall!)

    Thanks for taking the time to let us know.

    Sleep easy.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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

    PLEASE take your time - all of you... HR is also a perfectionist and he wants you to be proud of "your" story. He can take as long as he needs to write it the way you want ... It is an amazing collaboration and none of us want to rush it! We relish it too much ...

    Great of all of you to bring us this amazing tale ...

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    Jess,

    There is no need to appologize for the delay. it your story and should only be posted when you feel it is just the way that you want it.

    I started reading I thought i knew on nifty. I loved it and i told HR that every time the new chapter came out. Then i was told that it was on here. I started reading it here and feel in love with it. boht for the story and how people felt about it.

    This story needs to be how you feel and how you felt. And only you know that. I would rather wait longer to read a story that you are proud of and that you support then a story that you are not fully insupport of.

    Skittles, if there has to be a cheerleader for the story. I think that you are a great one. From the post's you have made since it have started, it seems that you love both jess and H.R. It seems that you want poeple to express how they feel about the story. that is a good thing. The more people see how much we like the story, the more likely they are going to post their comment.
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    Re: Jess' Story -- I Thought I Knew, Book 3

    Hi, guys. Jess has already explained the delay. It's a first, but I guess I messed up understanding exactly what was going on. At least what was going on in his head. He's read my latest draft and says it's OK. So now I just need to get it cleaned up. Hopefully I can still do that today.

    I want to add my thanks to Jess' for all the support we have received from skittles, DonQuixote and Bodhi. And also thanks to the rest of you who have shared your comments and even a bit of your personal experiences.

    For those of you looking for the kind of sex scenes you may have cum to expect from this project, this next chapter isn't it. But I can assure you that once you get into this book, you will not be disappointed in the sex department. Obviously there is a lot more here than just sex, but I'm saying there will be plenty of sex ahead for even the most demanding of you.

    I'll be back with the revised Chapter II soon. Until then, stay happy. And stay hard!
    "Reading should be easy. Only the reader should be hard." -- hardreader

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

    Jess’ Story
    I Thought I Knew -- Book Three
    Chapter 2

    From Jess' viewpoint


    I was having lunch with a friend of mine named Ann. We’d become friends during our freshman year. And since most everyone we knew had left campus for the summer, we’d become closer. Well, what I mean is that we saw more of each other.

    It was only a few weeks into summer session and I was already thinking of this as my Summer of Masturbation. Everyone I had ever fucked around with, or even thought about fucking around with, was gone until fall. It was just me and Ann. And a lot of solo jack-off time.

    I was still jacking off the way I had since I was a kid. Rocking up on my shoulders. Lining my cock up right above my mouth. Licking and sucking on my cockhead until I shot my load directly into my mouth. With all the practice I’d been getting lately, I found I could get more and more of my cock in my mouth. More than I ever had before. he whole head, which felt so good, and even a little bit of my cock too. I liked that. I wondered if maybe my cock was getting longer, but when I measured it was still right at 8 inches.

    I liked being able to suck on my cockhead. Feel its heat against my tongue. Taste what pre-jizz I had as it drizzled from my cocklips. My pre-jizz was really sweet, even if my cum wasn't nearly as sweet as some guys I'd tasted.

    When I was wound up in myself like that with my cock in my mouth, I could smell what I really smelled like. What other girls and guys smelled when they were sucking me. And I have to say, it turned me on. Thinking about all the mouths that had sucked my cum out, All the times I’d shot. How they'd tasted me. And even swallowed me. How cool was that!

    But I seem to have gotten distracted from my story. Oh ,yeah, I was talking about Ann.

    I still remember when I first asked her out on a date. It was the beginning of the second semester. I don’t know why I asked her out. I wasn’t really attracted to her or anything. But we had a creative writing class together and had started talking to each other fairly regularly after classes.

    One day we were talking and I asked her if she wanted to catch a movie or something that Friday evening. A guy I had been planning to go with had just cancelled. Anyway Ann said yes and we went.

    I thought it was going to be a date, but it wasn’t like a date at all. More like an extension of our discussions after class. We talked about our writing projects and other kids in the class and the teacher. Stuff like that. After the movie we got some ice cream and talked some more and I took her home. I got nothing. Not even a peck on the cheek.

    That doesn’t happen to me often because I usually make sure I know what the person I’m with wants from me and I’m clear about what I’d like from them. I’m not shy about talking about sex, as you can probably tell.

    With Ann, the topic never came up. But somehow at the end of the evening I still expected something. It just didn’t happen. That, I figured, was Ann.

    It seemed clear to me that we were meant to be friends and that anything more would only complicate our friendship. After that, we saw each other regularly for lunch. Occasionally for dinner or a movie. Sometimes I paid. Sometimes we split it. We never talked about our relationship. It just was what it was.

    Now that it was summer and neither of us had anyone else much to turn to, we were seeing even more of each other.

    So we were at lunch one day and all of a sudden she looked at me very seriously and asked, “Do you know my friend Paul?” When I didn’t answer immediately, she added, “Paul. He went to high school with me. From my hometown.”

    “I don’t think so. Is he in one of my classes or something?” I asked.

    “No. I just thought maybe you knew him. He’s taking two classes here this summer. He’s transferring and needed the hours to stay on schedule to graduate,” she explained.

    I started to wonder if maybe she was getting ready to try to set me up. Then I couldn’t remember if she even knew I was “undeclared.” I guess we’d never talked about anything like that. I hadn't told her I liked sex of all kinds. With all kinds. She probably thought I was just a straight guy.

    As I was trying to remember what she might or might not know about my sexual orientation, or lack thereof, she said, “We’re going out tonight. Paul and me. Second date.”

    It was like I had heard each word just fine, but they didn’t fit together. Not in a way that seemed to make sense. Ann? A date? A second date? I had just completely stopped thinking of her in that way. I guess I had forgotten that anyone would.

    She wasn’t ugly or anything. She was good looking in a girl-next-door sort of way. She was smart and funny. And nice. I liked her. It was just that since that first night when we went to the movies, I guess I had buried those kinds of thoughts about her.

    I was kind of at a loss for words. “Do you like him?” I finally asked.

    “I kinda do. Yeah,” she said and looked a little embarrassed.

    “So why so shy about it?” I asked.

    “I think he’s expecting something . . . you know, something more.” She couldn’t bring herself to look at me as she strained and stuttered to get the words out.

    I was glad she wasn’t looking at me, because I’m not sure I concealed my surprise at the direction our conversation had suddenly taken. It was virgin territory for sure. At least for us. But maybe she didn’t mean what I thought she meant.

    “Well, do you want to, you know, do something ‘more’?” Questions. I was always good with questions.

    There was a long pause and then she finally said, “I really think I like him . . . a lot.”

    “So . . . ?” I left the word hanging between us. I have to admit that the thought of her getting it on even with another guy was kind of turning me on. Hell, the thought of sex was turning me on. After all, I’d had nothing but my own devices to get me off for more than a month.

    “I don’t have a lot of experience dating. My parents made it difficult when I was in high school . . .” and with those words she started to explain.

    It seems she had been quite “smitten” – her word – with Paul in high school, but her parents didn’t “think he was right” for her. So she never went out with him. I couldn’t really tell from what she said whether he had even asked her out.

    They had met again on campus this summer and her interest in him had quickly rekindled. She had gotten up the nerve to ask him if he wanted to go out. He called her a day or two later to make more definite plans.

    On their first date she had let him kiss her good night “for quite a while.” Her words again. She told me how as she had loosened her hands from holding him close to her, her hand brushed against . . . How did she put it?

    “As I withdrew my hand from his hip, it accidentally brushed against the front of his slacks. I could tell that he was extended.” I’m pretty sure that’s just about exactly what she said.

    Apparently she didn’t do anything to help the guy out. She had no experience whatsoever with such things. And she had worried ever since that she was going to lose any chance she had with him if she didn’t “respond to his needs” this next time.

    “So, you’re a guy. Tell me what I should do if it happens again?”

    It popped into my head at that moment that Ann could be the answer to my dream. My nightmare. I could help her and she could help me. I didn’t know exactly how it would work, but I felt confident that it would . . . or at least that it could.

    If I helped her with this problem she was having, she’d have to help me with mine, I figured. Maybe I could share with her my fears about how people would react if they knew that I had shared the intimate details of my life with thousands of guys online.

    With a renewed interest in this conversation I eagerly asked, “So what do you want to do to him?” Again with the questions.

    “I just want to make him happy. To have him like me. To . . . you know.” Again she could not bring herself to look at me as she said those words.

    I took a deep breath as I gathered my thoughts and then plunged in. “Well, if your hand should again . . . by accident . . . brush against his extended . . .” I hesitated myself as I searched for the right word. Without thinking about it, I let the back of my hand brush against my crotch. I felt my cock respond. This conversation was starting to turn me on.

    Fortunately, Anne couldn’t actually see what I had done because the tabletop between us blocked her view. But I think she got the idea. I guess I figured it didn’t really matter what she saw me do at this point, so I kind of brushed my growing cock with the tips of my fingers a few times as I continued, “If your hand should again brush against his penis, let it pause there. Just let your hand rest on it for a moment or two. If he doesn’t do anything to show you he’s uncomfortable with that” and I’m thinking fat chance of that, “wrap your fingers around it and hold it. You can squeeze it gently.”

    I made an appropriate squeezing gesture on my own cock, which was now pretty hard and felt good in my hand. I could feel its heat. Its solid mass. Its throbbing pulse. I was feeling horny.

    I had to sort of adjust myself to make more room for my growing cock. Ann didn’t react. I guess she must not have realized what I was doing. She couldn’t see it. Just some movement in my upper arm.

    Then thinking more of me than of Ann’s would-be boyfriend, I added, “Maybe stroke it up and down it a little. I think he’d probably like that.”

    Suddenly I’m wondering what the hell am I doing? This is crazy. I’m sitting at lunch in public telling this girl, this friend, how to jack a guy off. And as I tell her, I’m jerking myself off in the seat across from her.

    “That’s all I need to do?” she asked me so innocently. It was all I could do not to freak or burst out laughing. But I did great. I stayed in my good-friend mode.

    “Yeah. I think that should do it,” I said, trying to extract myself from this conversation before I came in my pants. I was also trying to think ahead to how I could move things along so I could suggest that I had questions to ask her. Questions about my problem.

    But the time just didn’t seem right and so I figured I could ask her later. In the end, I just said, “Good luck with that tonight. Let me know if I was of any help. I hope you’re both, you know, happy with the outcum.” I kinda stressed the “cum” part, bit I don’t think she got the pun.

    “Gee, thanks,” she said as we prepared to leave and head our separate ways.

    Gee? Does anyone say “gee” anymore?

    I was standing at the counter to pay our bill. Ann walked up and stood close behind me. Too close really. I kind of jumped when I felt her warm breath on my ear. Was she gonna kiss me or what?

    I froze. I didn’t know what to do. “Jess,” she whispered in my ear too quiet for anyone else to hear, “I hate to ask you this, but do you think you could show me how? This afternoon? I really want to . . . you know . . . get it right and everything.”

    I didn’t answer. Hell, I didn’t move, or even breathe. But my cock was suddenly hard again.

    “Please!” she begged. My cock twitched. What the hell was going on?

    If it wasn’t for the dream and my fears and the feeling . . . no it was more a belief or even a certainty . . . that Ann held some part of the solution to my dilemma, I could have made up an excuse. Any excuse. And gotten the hell out of there.

    At least that’s what my head was saying. My cock was thinking, easy sex. Easy sex!

    I guess I was thinking with my cock again because what I said was, “I’ll see what I can do. What time?”

    Even as the words left my mouth, I started to doubt whether Ann could help me in any real way with my problem. But my cock seemed mighty pleased with the prospects of what it might mean to help her with her problem.

    “3 o’clock at my place would be great,” she said and flashed me a big and very genuine smile before she gave me a little kiss. On my cheek.

    As I headed back to my place, I started wondering what the hell had I gotten myself into. What did Ann expect? Was I supposed to demonstrate what it’s like when a guy . . . hell, when a guy blows his load? Does she know shit about all this? About any of this? How basic do I have to get? I could show her videos from some of the porn sites. She’s probably completely clueless about such things. That’s what I was thinking.

    As I reached my apartment, I started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she would possibly . . . Could she want to practice on me? To jerk me off? No, she just wanted to make sure she understood what to do. What guys like. To try to understand what it felt like. At least that’s what I thought. I really couldn’t quite get my head around Ann jerking anyone off. Certainly not me. But my cock seemed to have ideas of its own. I gave it a squeeze.

    Then it popped into my head that maybe there was no boyfriend. No Paul. Maybe she was just trying to, you know, have sex with me.

    I thought about that and every other possibility I could come up with for the next two hours until it was time to go. I even thought back to when I was in high school. How Justin, the only gay kid I knew at the time, had taught me about such things. Like how to give a good blowjob.

    Oh, man, Justin sure did give good head. I loved the way H.R. wrote that part. I couldn’t resist reading it again:

    Justin cupped my cock and balls in both his hands and then leaned forward and started licking. First my cock and then my balls. Then back to my cock. He was right. He was good at this. I thought Billy’s handjob was nice. This was better.

    I didn’t need to tell Justin I liked it. My cock was already telling him as it stretched out in his hands. Wet with his spittle, he was now gently stroking my cock, licking it, stroking it. God it was getting hard really fast. Standing straight up, presenting its sensitive underside to his tongue, giving him a rock hard column to stroke and lick.

    And then he said, “Ready?” I didn’t know what he meant, but before I could inquire as directed, he had begun to suck on my cockhead, slurping it in and out between his lips. I looked down and he was looking up, my cockhead in his smiling lips. His fist wrapped gently around my shaft. His saliva dripping down around my nuts. I was fascinated by the view. I loved the sensation.

    He stopped and lifted his head enough so my cock was standing free just in front of his warm, welcoming lips. “Remember what I’m doing. Go slow. Watch your teeth that you don’t scratch him. Dicks don’t like teeth.”

    I could feel his breath on my cock as he talked and couldn’t resist leaning forward to get my cock closer to his lips. So this is what blowjobs were like?

    And then he started again. I gasped.

    “Are you going to cum?”

    “No,” I said. “Not yet.”

    “Let me know if your gonna cum. That’s important.”

    And he went back to caressing my cockhead with his lips, stroking my cock with one hand and now pinching one of my nipples with the other.

    I pulled away suddenly, almost in a panic. “I don’t think Billy’s gonna go for this. Maybe a blowjob, but not the stuff with the nips.”

    “OK,” Justin said reassuringly. “You should focus on his dick, if that’s what you think he wants, but don’t be afraid to ask him. You might be surprised.”

    “I couldn’t.”

    Justin looked a little discouraged, but then smiled reassuringly. “Just relax and try to enjoy it. Remember, you’re doing this for Billy, not to Billy. So make it as good as you can. Now relax.”

    And he started again, minus the nipple. Before long he started to take my cock deeper into his mouth. In and out as his tongue played all around my swollen cock. I could see why guys went crazy for this. I watched as my cock went deeper into his mouth. I felt my sensitive cockhead being stroked by the roof of his mouth, caressed by his warm, slippery tongue. It was so wet. So welcoming. So warm.

    He started to hum gently almost like a cat purring. And I felt the gentle vibration in my cock. His lips smiled as my hard meat slipped in and out. In and out. I couldn’t resist. The urge was too strong and so I started to pump my cock deeper. It must have been going down his throat. That’s what I could feel. I was fucking his throat. I could feel the surge building in my balls. I could sense every muscle in my body contract.

    Then I exploded with a massive blast of cum. “I’m cumming,” I shouted and shot again and again. I could see Justin swallowing, but still cum was dribbling from the edges of his mouth. I could see it on his lips. His lips swollen from sucking on my cock. That was my cum. On Justin’s lips. My cum. His lips. Down his tight throat. Fucking A. So this was being gay.

    As I looked into his eyes, I again had that great view of my still rigid cock deep between his lips, his smiling face looking up at me. My cum dripping from his mouth. On his lips.

    He pulled back and my cock stood free. It felt cold in the air out of the comforting warmth of Justin’s mouth.

    By the time I finished reading that, I was so hard. It may seem kinda weird, but reading this had turned me on. My own story in pretty much my own words with a little help from H.R. It had gotten me really hard.

    As I sat their stroking my aching cock, I began to realize that it wasn’t just remembering what had happened between me and Justin that had gotten me so hard. It was the idea that we were changing places. I was gonna be the teacher. I was gonna be the one to show Ann how to give Paul what every guy needs.

    There was something so . . . I don’t know. Just the idea that I was gonna be teaching someone else how to get a guy off was what really turned me on I think.

    As I stroked my cock, all eight rigid inches of it, I started thinking with my head again. What I should do is make this as good an experience for Ann as Justin had made it for me. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to make that happen, but that was my new goal.

    And I started telling myself, Whatever happens, it’s just sex. You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again.

    To Be Continued . . .

    I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Jess and I are starting this story off kind of slow to get you into the frame of mind he was in when it happened. Believe me, you are going to enjoy reading what happened to Jess that summer.

    Leave us a message. Let us know what you think. And until next time, stay happy. And stay hard!
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    Jess & HR,
    Slow, huh? It was pretty amazing, any way you slice it.

    Thank you, Jess, for letting us into your mind, to truly experience what was going through your head - the big one on top!

    As for the slow, warm up - the cafeteria was enough to start the blood flowing, and reliving the earlier espisode along with Jess was almost enough to make me embarrassed - since I'm reading this AT LUNCH in a PUBLIC restaurant!

    You're cumming full circle - the student becomes the teacher. It might be a bit tricky for you to demonstrate on Ann, but . . . how did you show her -- did you repeat your own masturbation techniques, after running your hands along her special sweet spot, and having her do you - through your respective clothes?

    I know, be patient, let you tell your story. Bad habit, I like to explore the possibilities and guess what's next. (-:

    Thank you, again, for being so open and up front with us.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    It's great ! You have got me hooked already , eager for the next chapter!

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    I loved the newest chatper jess and HR.

    to me it feels like im in your head, seeing everything as you saw it. and i think that it is wonderful. you both have a gift for this.

    It was worth the wait to read this chapter. i look forward to reading the next chapter, no matter how long away that is.

    love ya,
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    Hey TimTom (to use Cody's pet name for you)
    Are you sure your well enough to read this thread right now?

    We don't want you to overheat and get sicker! lol

    Just kidding. Glad you're feeling well enough to get into the fun, again.

    Jess/HR, my earlier post stands - great installment.

    Looking forward to another, as time provides.


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    Fabulous new chapter!!! Scorching - I don't like the thought of sex with a woman but since it's being told so convincingly from Jess' point of view, it will be hot, whatever happens!

    Maybe her can go on the date with Ann & show her by giving Paul a hot blow job ... just sayin' ...

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    Jess and HR,

    Thank you for finally bringing us Book 3. Haven't been on here in a while and didn't know you had already started. You asked for us to tell our stories about problems we had after/during coming out.

    Well I posted most of this to ITIK Book 1 and 2; at 18 I was having trouble just coming to terms with being 'bi-sexual'. I tried to commit suicide twice. Tried slitting my wrists the first time, not sure why I stopped; it hurt; but it wasn't the pain that stopped me. I have a 3/4 inch scar on my left wrist as a badge from that day.

    The second I had a mouthful of prescription pain killers and was just about to take a drink. I had just brought the glass to my lips when I heard a voice say, "This is wrong. This is not the way it is supposed to happen." I heard the voice not only with my ears and mind, but my heart and soul too. I was alone in my apartment at the time. I believe I heard God that day.

    Fast forward: Met a girl, fell in love, got married, had kids. Then about 2 years ago my life started falling apart. I was having trouble lying to myself about being bi-sexual. Then last year I 'met' HR online and he told me about ITIK. I started reading it. He was already well into Book 2 when I started. I read all of Book 1 and what he had posted of Book 2 in 4 days to include most of the reader comments. I couldn't believe it and neither could he when I told him I was caught up.

    Well there was one chapter of Book 2 I couldn't bring myself to comment on. I talked to HR about that and my reasons why. That I will not rehash here. He knows and that is enough. But it brought something from my past back for me. Something I thought was dead and buried 20 years ago. How wrong I was. Our past has a way of returning when we least expect it.

    Anyways, I relived that horrible experience with him over the next couple of days, and after that I was finally able to admit I am gay, not bi like I had been telling myself for 20 years.

    So after being married for 16 years I was finally able to say 3 little words, probably the hardest words in the english language to say together, "I am gay." I owe that to HR, Justin, Billy, and you Jesse. You gave me the courage to stand up for myself, live my life my way, not society's.

    HR knows how close I came to a 3rd attempt at suicide and if it would have come to that I know I would have been successful. That's how bad it had gotten for me. But ITIK and HR kept that from happening. I owe my life to all of you.

    Thank you for sharing your story, it has done more good than you will ever know. Don't be ashamed of it. BE PROUD OF IT!

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    Totally honest! Be Proud of this story - it is a beacon of hope and love to so many. Yes, I know it took courage to share your lives so openly, however there is a huge payoff in the goodwill you have created. Be PROUD!!!

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    Here's an update: I think Chapter 3 is almost ready. Jess is going to read it over tonight and I'll do the final edit tomorrow morning. With any luck it should be ready to post by tomorrow afternoon.

    I have to say that this Book is getting pretty many hits (assuming they aren't all from skittles). So thanks to all of you who are reading. It's time, I suppose, that I answer a bit of mail:

    NothingtoSay -- "What a great start. I know that this will help many people with their struggles. Thank you Jess for allowing H.R. to share your life with us and thank you H.R. for taking Jess' experiences and writing them down in such an amazing way." I think what Jess was going through probably does happen to a lot of gay guys. Keeping a secret, any secret, isn't easy. I hope others can benefit from reading his story.

    ukbrit -- "I have always thought Jess had a deeper side to him and this chapter has started and delved into something that many of us have been through, outing ourselves. But as we say "if I knew then what I know now" I look forward to this book which I think will be more thought provoking than 1 and 2. Waiting with anticipation." This Book is proving harder to write because Jess has dug so deep into how he was dealing with things. I think it will get easier for me when we get a chapter or two down the road and I can get back to writing about sex. Writing sex between guys, particularly my three guys, is kind of a break for me.

    tommy296 -- "This looks like the beginning of another great story - thank you! And Jess - thanks to you also for bravely going forward with it. Looking forward to the next chapter!" Thanks, tommy.

    TimWhite07 -- "Coming out is a very hard thing to do. everyone has those worries. "what will my friends think? What will my family do? will they still love me?" The truth is, there is no one that can answer that question except for them. You have to be the one to make the leap and tell them. Then, hopefully, your friends and family will understand and still love you. Then when you tell them you can stop hiding and live your life." Damn, Tim, you said that so well. But then your own writing shows what a command of these issues you have.

    thermodynamics -- "That's a great start. I read book 1 of ITIK, and loved it, though it's been a while. I remember that I was always pulling for Jess, hoping he would find happiness." Thanks. You've been a fan for a long time!

    kyanimal -- "Wow! Not quite the beginning that I was expecting! It seems that Jess's story will be a deeper look into the thoughts, and concerns, behind the "action". And, that is more than commendable!" Old friend, don't worry, there will also be plenty of "action" ahead, too!

    hornymike_uk -- "It's great ! You have got me hooked already , eager for the next chapter!" Thanks and welcome aboard.

    kk-lonewolf-37 -- "Thank you for sharing your story, it has done more good than you will ever know. Don't be ashamed of it. BE PROUD OF IT!" Thanks. And know that Jess reads and remembers each of these words of kindness.

    And then there is skittles and Bodhi1 and DonQuixote. What can Jess and I say to you guys? You've been so supportive. Thanks for pushing us to make this project a reality.

    Until I finally get Chapter 3 posted, stay happy. And stay hard!
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    [QUOTE=hardreader;5448456]TimWhite07 -- "Coming out is a very hard thing to do. everyone has those worries. "what will my friends think? What will my family do? will they still love me?" The truth is, there is no one that can answer that question except for them. You have to be the one to make the leap and tell them. Then, hopefully, your friends and family will understand and still love you. Then when you tell them you can stop hiding and live your life." Damn, Tim, you said that so well. But then your own writing shows what a command of these issues you have.QUOTE]

    I know this from experience. I dont have a command of those issues. i just know what they are. The writing that i did that most summerized this, was a therapy thing for me. i just decided to share it with the public. and maybe, just maybe it would help someone, like jess and others, to maybe understand what could happen when you come out. Im not saying that i know all there is to know about coming out. i woul dnever make that claim. all i was doing was sharing my experience.


    This story, like the other itik, is simple amazing. there are so many other words that can describe this life story. but that is one words that comes to mind. Every time there is a new post, i click the story just to see what possitive comment someone has left. or to see if Hr has posted the new chapter.

    Until nest time, i love you jess, and love you HR. and love everyone else.
    "If I have to choose between loving you, and breathing. I would use my last breath to say I LOVE YOU."

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    Hi guys --

    Jess and I ran into a little trouble yesterday. As I was sending him the final edit, my computer locked up. I ended up losing the entire chapter somehow. I tried for an hour to find at least an earlier version, but there was nothing. Just notes and stuff like that.

    So since I last wrote I have completely rewritten the chapter from scratch and Jess has quickly given his OK this a.m. I hope it turned out alright. It made for a long day, but I was determined we could get it done.

    So with no further delays . . .




    Jess’ Story
    I Thought I Knew -- Book Three
    Chapter 3

    From Jess' viewpoint

    I tried to act cool and relaxed as Anne let me into her dorm room right at 3. I noticed her name by the door. I never knew it was spelled with an “e” on the end.

    She thanked me over and over again. Even gave me a big thank-you hug. For some reason she quickly pulled back mid hug and seemed to blush. I think she probably had detected the not-so-slight bulge in my shorts. I couldn’t seem to get it to go down and she had inadvertently been pressing her body against it.

    “This is so embarrassing for me,” she said. “And for you, too, I’m sure. We really don’t need to do this. I think I know enough from what you told me. You’re such a friend. Really, we don’t need to do this.”

    She looked a little awkward, but then smiled again and offered to get me a Coke or something. I declined and tried to show her my it’s-all-cool act.

    “Don’t worry. It’s no biggie,” I said nonchalantly and then sort of cupped my junk in my hand like . . . I don’t know. I didn’t really know where that came from.

    There were two single beds in the room like in a lot of dorms. But since it was summer she had the room to herself. I sat on one bed. She sat on the other facing me. I thought back to when I was sitting on Justin’s bed. I could remember how uncertain and probably afraid I was. But how curious too. And how hard I was that fist time. You know how you can get so hard it almost hurts. Your cock just aches from the strain of being hard, but it feels so good. You just want to stay that hard forever.

    I was starting to get hard like that. Hard enough that all of my thoughts were channeled through the stiffness in my cock. Its throbbing. Its heat. Talk about thinking with your cock. I was doing everything with my cock. I wasn’t turning back now.

    I think I was so determined because . . . Well, sure I wanted to help Anne, but . . . No guy wants to spend his summer jerking off alone in is room. So I guess it was really both things. Help Anne. Get off. And, oh yeah, get her to help me with my other problem.

    But I really did want to help her. To return the favor Justin had done me in some way. I really think that was at about the top of my mind.

    “So what can I do?” I asked. Always with the questions.

    “I just want to make sure I’m not making a big mistake with Paul. I don’t know a whole lot about boys and their . . . penises.” She said “penises” like it might leave a bad taste in her mouth. Who knows, I thought, maybe it will if Paul gets lucky.

    “So what can I do to help you exactly?”

    “Well, I’ve been wondering if what I thought I felt in his pants . . . how can I be sure I actually felt his . . .” She hesitated again at the very word. “. . . his penis?”

    “What did it feel like?” This was gonna be easy, I thought. I just need to keep asking questions.

    “I’m not sure it was him. That he was extended. How can I know for sure? Maybe he wasn’t and . . . I don’t want to scare him away, but if he expects me to . . .” She just couldn’t finish the thought. This was really hard for her.

    “Well first of all, guys don’t call it extended. They say they’re ‘hard,’ or they’re ‘sporting wood’ or ‘sprung a boner,’” I told her. “But if a guy is hard, it would be like he had a hotdog in his pants or, if he’s lucky, maybe a Polish sausage.”

    “Oh,” she said and her eyes widened. Then her expression changed and she looked right at me. I think she was scared and confused and probably feeling, I don’t know, like guilty or something just to be talking to me about this stuff.

    “So where would it be?” she asked in the shiest little-girl voice and glanced down quickly to check out my crotch. I’d gone a little soft and maybe she couldn’t tell I was still semi. Those shorts I was wearing make kinda like folds that can hide it when I’m sitting down.

    So using my thumb and index finger on both of my hands, I leaned back on one elbow and held my dick through the fabric. That made it stand out quite clearly.

    She quickly looked away.

    “It’s OK to look at it. It’s perfectly natural. Guys get hard all the time. Go ahead and look at it.”

    But Anne didn’t look. She blushed again. Then she put on a forced smile and said, “You are so good about all this. I don’t know how to thank you.”

    She glanced at my crotch for a second and then looked away.

    “So you can see just where it is?” I asked.

    “I didn’t think it would be so big,” she said. Now I have to admit that sent a jolt of pride to my cock.

    It was awkward sitting there not sure what to do or what to say. As I tried to figure out what my next move should be, I was suddenly thinking about Justin and all he had taught me. I could remember so clearly looking down as he sucked my cock that first time. It was so clear I could almost feel his lips on me at that very moment. Almost feel the tension I had felt.

    I let my head drop back and closed my eyes. The memories in my head and the sensations in my cock were combining to almost overwhelm me. It was hard to know the difference between what I should do and what I wanted to do. If there was any difference at all.

    I took a deep breath and looked back at Anne. She was so uneasy with what was happening, but it was what she had wanted. She had asked me to do this for her.

    “It’s OK. You can touch it if you want,” I said. It was my turn to be Justin. To be the teacher and take the lead. It was my turn to help liberate someone else who was so twisted up in their sexual hang-ups and fears.

    I guess I’m not as smooth as Justin at these things, because without even looking at me Anne stood and said, “I can’t. I can’t do that.” She turned away and walked to the window where she stood silently looking out at nothing.

    Seconds passed. Maybe minutes. It was awkward and I knew if someone didn’t speak soon, if something didn’t happen soon, I’d just have to leave. And that wouldn’t help Anne. It wouldn’t help Paul. And it wouldn’t help me.

    Just as I thought time was about to run out, I asked, “Do you have a picture of Paul?” I’m not sure where the question came from or why, but it seemed to do the trick.

    With her back still turned toward me, Anne sort of twisted her shoulders and seemed to stretch her arms at her sides. She turned her head from side to side trying to stand as upright, tall and proper as she could. Then she slowly turned around to face me.

    Our eyes locked. She wasn’t going to look down at my crotch. No way.

    “Sure, I do. Would you like to see it?” she asked.

    I nodded yes and watched as she walked over to her desk and opened her laptop. She sat down. Click. Click.

    I got up and stood behind her, looking over her shoulder.

    “It’s his high school graduation picture,” she said, looking up at me.

    It was a picture of a kinda geeky guy with bad glasses. It looked like maybe his mom or his dad had cut his hair. Not good! Typical yearbook picture.

    “He’s cute, isn’t he?” Anne said and the smile on her face told me exactly how much she was into this guy.

    I just nodded.

    Click. Click.

    We were looking at another picture. A guy bare-chested. Looking tan and fit and really pretty damn sexy. I could barely tell it was the same guy. But it was. I knew it was.

    “That’s from a couple of weeks ago when he was playing touch football with some friends back home,” she said.

    “He looks . . .” I searched for the right word. I wanted to say sexy, but that didn’t seem quite right under the circumstances. I finally managed to say, “. . . older.”

    “Yeah, he does, doesn’t he?” she said, again smiling in that way that told me so much about her feelings for him.

    “So that’s the guy you . . .” I didn’t finish the thought out loud as I got up and walked back toward the bed where I had been sitting.

    She followed me and sat across from me once again.

    She looked at me kinda nervous like is something gonna happen now?

    “You want to make him happy don’t you?” I asked.

    Seeing his picture had once again sent a charge to my cock. I sure as hell wasn’t having any trouble staying hard that afternoon.

    Anne nodded agreement but didn't say anything. She just stared like over my shoulder.

    “Then you need to know how,” I said. “You need to know what to do.”

    She didn’t respond at all.

    “Give me your hand,” I said.

    There was a long pause again and then at last she raised her right hand from her lap where it had been resting and closing her eyes she held it out toward me.

    I took hold of her hand. It was cold and trembling. Even with her eyes closed, Anne looked like she might cry.

    As I lowered her hand toward my crotch and my waiting, eager hard-on, it was like I could feel my heart beating in my cock.

    Images started swirling in my head. Justin and me. Anne and Paul. Paul and me. All of them variations of the same handjob. All with their own images, but all mixed together. All equally fascinating to me. It was like I couldn’t really sort them out.

    Was this just one more time when I was thinking with my dick? I didn’t know where this was going, but I didn’t really care as I felt Anne’s hand resting on my cock. Just the fabric of my cargoes separating the two.

    I closed my eyes and thought, It’s time to be the teacher.

    To Be Continued . . .

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    Jess, and HR.

    I have never thought about do anything with a girl. not once. but reading what you wrote here. wow. I think that Hr just has the gift for turning people on, no matter what sexual orientation they are. Or maybe it was the talk about Jess's cock. Either way, i was turned on.

    It is time for being the teacher indeed. and what a great teacher you will make. Dont try and be like Justin, he has his own style of teaching. and you have yours. use your strengths to win the approval of others, then they are going to be willing to learn.
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    HR & Jess,
    A great next step, and well timed. Been a bit of a rough morning, so having a chance to get out of my life and into yours for a few minutes is greatly appreciated.

    HR - not a bad effort at all, especially for a re-write from memory "rush" job.

    Jess, I can remember back to some pubescent investigations of mine. Never was as successful as I really wanted to be, but there was some intimacy.

    Putting on your skin/head, I can feel the emotions and desires welling up inside you and, yes, me. Erotic, Hot, Horny, Testosterone Laden, but also caring and sensitive underneath the intense need to get it on and off!

    As one who can appreciate the niceties of the "weaker" half of our species (yeah, right - they survive giving birth - what do you think WE'd do if we were asked to "shit a 10Lbs Watermelon"?!), this 'lesson' brings back fond memories of their own, and is particularly poignant.

    Jess, Thanks again, for baring your soul and life for us; thanks HR for your magnificently torturous technique in knowing how to accentuate the Arousing in all things and weave the texture and color into your subjects' stories.

    We appreciate it greatly.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Well I knew this was coming, so I was more or less prepared. However it is MY reaction that you are looking for, and I have to say that straight sex scenes - even under these "exploratory" conditions - are a total turnoff for me. I'll skip very quickly through the next part & hope that perhaps Jess might get to play with Paul ...

    I admire your courage to tell your story .... Hugs!

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    HR, and Jess too ...

    I'm a newbie to your stories. Book 3 is pretty much where I'm starting.

    Totally hot, this bi-curious guys says. Will never forget the first time a girl touched my naked penis. The anticipation, the realization that she didn't have what I had. Knowing that she was exploring me, was curious, was hot for me. Mmmm. Thanks ...

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    It looks from the view counter like lots of guys are still reading this project, even if only a small core have joined in to comment. We've been working at our latest chapter and it should be ready within the next 24 hours. So stay tuned.

    Now it's time to answer what mail we do have:

    TimWhite07
    -- "I have never thought about do anything with a girl. not once. but reading what you wrote here. wow. I think that Hr just has the gift for turning people on, no matter what sexual orientation they are. Or maybe it was the talk about Jess's cock. Either way, i was turned on." I take that as a great compliment. I make no secret of the fact that I love be able to write in a way that gets guys off. It is a turn on for me to realize that there are guys out there reading this project, their hard cocks in hand as their cum sprays or flows or spatters where it may. Knowing that even when I was writing about Jess with a girl I could get you hard . . . Well, it gets me hard. I know a lot of guys out there would prefer this project not portray guy-girl sex, but, of course, I have to stay true to the facts. Tell things the way they happened. But let me assure you, that if I was able to write the last chapter in a way that got you hard, you're gonna bust your nut dozens of times before this story is through.

    skittles -- "It's really fun to get an idea of what makes Jess tick. HR, you've done wonderfully. I really can't tell it's a rush job at all. Tim was right on with his feelings about the Anne situation too; Girls just don't do it for me, but I was also turned on by HR retelling Jess' experience." Explaining what makes Jess tick is a lot harder for me than explaining Billy or Justin, that's for sure. (I don't mean that to sound negative about either of those great guys.) As for the sex/turn-on issue. see comment to Tim above.

    DonQuixote -- "Putting on your skin/head, I can feel the emotions and desires welling up inside you and, yes, me. Erotic, Hot, Horny, Testosterone Laden, but also caring and sensitive underneath the intense need to get it on and off!" I guess the rewritten version got the job done in more ways than one. Thanks, Mr. Q.

    Bodhi -- "However it is MY reaction that you are looking for, and I have to say that straight sex scenes - even under these "exploratory" conditions - are a total turnoff for me. I'll skip very quickly through the next part & hope that perhaps Jess might get to play with Paul ..." I have to admit that I mostly agree with you. I don't much get turned on by thoughts or images or descriptions of straight sex. But I urge you not to skim too much through Chapters 3 and 4. They are there because they show an important side, in my opinion, of Jess. And as I have not so subtly hinted elsewhere, there will be plenty of chapters for you to wallow in ahead.

    sfcfml -- "Totally hot, this bi-curious guys says. Will never forget the first time a girl touched my naked penis. The anticipation, the realization that she didn't have what I had. Knowing that she was exploring me, was curious, was hot for me. Mmmm." It's great to have your fresh perspective on this. Welcome to our project and please feel free to join in this discussion any time. (For those of you who don't know. sfcfml is posting his own scorching hot and intelligent story at JUB -- www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=257574 I find it very reminiscent in some ways of Book 1 of this series. I whole-heartedly recommend it to you.

    Well, that seems to bring me to the bottom of the mailbag for this week. Until we meet again, stay happy. And stay hard!
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    *Heavy Sigh* HR, When I saw that you were the last poster when I logged in tonight, especially after our quick PM back and forth yesterday, I was Soooo hoping it was the mailbag recap followed by the next installment, which has been your modus operandi in the past.

    The past week was one Ol' Man Murphy/Full Moon Rising Fucked up frenzy. Everyone appears to have had similar weeks, because the New Chapters posted this past weekend have been pretty much non-existant.

    I don't like rushing our authors because I know they have real lives that are much more important but, DAMN!, I'm starting to Jones from withdrawal. I need my fix, man! lol

    Seriously, take as long as it takes. I'll survive, barely, but I'll survive!


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Jess’ Story
    I Thought I Knew -- Book Three
    Chapter 4

    From Jess' viewpoint

    I wanted to do the right things for Anne. I really wanted to help her with Paul. Helping her would be kinda like repaying Justin and Billy for all they had done for me to help me find my way.

    But I guess I didn’t really know how to help Anne. She was so closed in by her fears and her parents and all of that stuff we get dumped on us.

    I held her hand in mine just above my aching cock, trying to decide what to do. I could feel resistance from her. She wasn’t ready to touch a guy’s dick. At least not my dick. Not right then anyway.

    But the aching need in my cock was so strong. Like there was a force field of sexual pressure that it was generating. Like that force field was hugging my swollen dick. Making it ache. Making it throb. I was torn between her needs and mine. I struggled with it for what seemed like forever, but was probably no more than a second.

    “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said to Anne in a tone that I thought sounded like Justin’s voice when he was being helpful. At least I tried to sound like that. I let go of her hand. I could see it hovering above my hard cock, which was still shut away in the fabric of my cargo shorts.

    Her hand remained frozen. So close but so far. My cock began to twitch with need. “But you can touch me if you want. You can get an idea what Paul’s should feel like when he gets . . .” I paused looking for the right word. A word that wouldn’t upset or scare Anne. “. . . when he is attracted to you.”

    For the first time since this all started, she looked me directly in the eyes. She seemed to be pleading for me to give her a sign. To let her know it was OK. I just gave a little nod of my head and a small smile.

    Anne bit her lower lip and looked down at my crotch. Or maybe at her hand. My gaze followed hers.

    “It’s OK,” I said again so gently I could hardly believe it was me talking. Particularly since I was so jiggy I thought I could explode at any second.

    Her hand went slowly to my hard cock. She knew where it was. She knew what it was. And now . . . Oh my fucking god, now she was running her fingers gently up and down its length. I stopped breathing. I think my mouth fell slack. And then I let out a sigh. Mostly just my breath but a slight groan as well.

    I was so turned on and tuned into her touch, my eyelids were drooping closed. The strength was going out of my body. I was almost limp. Except for my throbbing cock.

    Her fingers were making their second trip from the base of my rigid cock toward the tip. As they slowly passed over the ridge of my cockhead, my dick twitched under her touch.
    She drew her hand away quickly. And as I looked up to see her face, she was already headed back toward the window. Her refuge.

    I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. Not that I did try. My hand went straight to my cock and stroked it through the fabric of my cargoes. The long familiar stroke I had practiced for almost 10 years. I wanted to cum so bad right then.

    I didn’t know what to say. Or do. Should I leave? Should I try to talk to her about it? See what she was thinking? What she wanted to know? What she needed to know?

    But before I could sort through all of that, she asked in a very timid, little-girl voice, “You liked it, didn’t you? That . . . what I did . . . that felt good to you?”

    “Oh yeah,” I said, probably too enthusiastically, but she seemed to take it OK.

    “You weren’t pretending, you know, to make me feel good or anything?” she asked.

    “Naw, not at all,” I said. She was still looking out the window and I was stroking my cock, but going easy because I didn’t want to cum just then. It didn’t seem the cool thing to do.

    “So is that all there is to it?” she asked, turning around slowly. Fortunately I caught her movement out of the corner of my eye, because I had been staring at Paul pix. It must have been like the screensaver on her laptop or something. I left my hand on my throbbing cock, but stopped stroking it. I didn’t want to upset her in any way.

    I was so thrown off by her looking at me and the aching in my cock and nuts, which were pulled up so damn tight, I completely lost track of the conversation. But I knew she had asked me something.

    “I’m sorry, what did you say.”

    “I asked if there was anything else I needed to do or know,” Ann repeated.

    “Well . . .” I was at a loss for words again. How should I put this? Or should I just let it go? Had we done enough for one lesson today? Enough to keep Paul interested in her?

    The powerful feeling raging in my own cock and nuts at the moment was my clear answer. No guy wanted to be left like this. Not by a girl? Not by another guy? It didn’t matter. The guy was gonna want more. I knew I sure as hell did.

    “Well, guys have certain needs,” I started tentatively.

    “Oh, we studied that in sex education,” she said, sort of dismissing the importance of what I was trying to explain.

    “Well, they can be really powerful needs and he may want to . . . you know . . . eject his . . . his semen . . . You understand what I’m saying?” Anne looked away and nodded yes. “Well, Paul might feel like he needs to . . .” So much of this was almost impossible to talk about to her.

    There was a long silence between us. She wasn’t looking at me.

    I broke the silence. I had to. I had been tried to hold off, but I needed to . . .

    “I really need to get off before I go to class. Do you mind if . . .”

    “I can’t. No. That’s something . . . No,” she said and returned to her spot at the window.

    “Well, do you mind if I just take care of it myself?”

    Her only answer was a slight shrug. I took it to mean she didn’t care, but wasn’t gonna get involved. I thought about going into the bathroom, but then changed my mind. I thought maybe she might change her mind when she realized the opportunity she had at hand. Maybe she really did want to know more. See more. Experience more.

    Maybe I had something more to teach her that day that would help. I stayed where I was.

    I opened my shorts and let my cock stand free. It looked bigger than usual to me. Maybe just having it out and hard there in Anne’s room changed how it looked to me. But I think it looked bigger.

    I spit into the palm of my hand. When I wrapped my fingers around my cock, I could feel the slime of my spit as my hand glided over the taut skin on my cockhead, It was so damn swollen, almost purple with the blood filling it. It was begging for this attention. The power and strength in it. So damn hard! So warm. So demanding of my attention.

    I started to stroke. At first I thought maybe Anne would hear that familiar sound of a guy jacking off. But maybe she wouldn’t know what it was. Probably not. Maybe she didn’t even hear it. I kept looking over at Paul’s picture still up on her laptop. It seemed to help give me a bit of inspiration. Anne sure as hell wasn’t.

    I decided to try to attract her attention. As I twisted my hand back and forth around the head of my cock, I let out a gentle sigh. No reaction from Anne.

    I cupped my balls with my other hand and started stroking more aggressively, focusing more and more on Paul’s picture and the thought that it could be his hand stroking me instead of my own. Within a minute or two, my cock was getting close. I started to moan. That deep guttural moan that guys make when they’re getting close. No reaction from Anne.

    Something in me said that Anne should see me cum. It was part of what she needed to know. Needed to see. Needed to experience. Touching Paul’s dick . . . touching any guy’s dick through their pants was not gonna be enough to keep them happy. She needed to understand that eventually. And sooner rather than later, the guy was gonna need to get off. Or move on. That’s just how guys are.

    Finally I was going at my cock wicked furious. Not my usual approach, but it was getting me where I needed and wanted to get. The image of Paul stripped to the waist with his hand working the head of my cock was plastered in my brain. Giving my cock and nuts the buzz they needed to bust things wide open.

    “Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck me hard! Goddamn fuck!” I was calling out like any guy about to cum and at last I had Anne’s attention. She turned around so fast and gasped when she saw me beating my meat like that.

    I thought she’d look away real fast, but instead she stood transfixed. Staring at me. Well, not so much at me as at my raging cock about to explode.

    Some instinct inside me told me to slow down. Be more gentle. Show her another way.

    I let my head fall back and started slow fisting my dick. I was running my tongue across my lips, imagining I was kissing Paul. His picture had really worked its way into my head.

    As I thought of him, or maybe it was Justin or Billy . . . I guess it didn’t really matter . . . just a hot guy sucking my tongue damn near down his throat, I felt my cum begin to rise.

    I raised my hips. Pulled my shirt up as high as I could. I felt the surge beginning in my nuts. The overpowering sensations. And then I came. Two hard long shots. One to my neck. One to my cheek. Warm and wet. And then as I moaned and groaned as quietly as I could, the rest of my cum began to flow and spill from my swollen cocklips and spill over my fist. Dripping off my knuckles onto my abs.

    It was then that Anne turned away again. I couldn’t resist putting my hand to my mouth. Sucking in as much of my fresh cum as I could get to cling to my fingers. I loved that taste. The smell. The freshness of it. As I got that first salty taste, it triggered a fresh surge of cum from my cock. I reached down and swiped the freshest from the tip of my cock with the end of my index finger and sampled that, too.

    I looked down at my body. I was a mess. There was a lot of jizz splattered across my chest and pooling on my abs. I needed to clean up.

    “Anne,” I said as politely as I could.

    “Are you finished?” she asked. It wasn’t harsh. It wasn’t angry. It sounded kind of sad. I didn’t understand then. But as I think back on it, I guess this marked the end of her innocence. I had taken that from her without even touching her. And it made her sad, I guess.

    “Do you have a towel or rag or something I could use to clean up?”

    Turning so as not to look at me, she went in the bathroom and came back with a huge towel. Like a beach towel.

    I was surprised when I saw her face. She was looking at me as she handed the towel to me. “Here,” she said, holding it out.

    As I took it from her I saw her look down at the cum splattered across my body. She continued to surprise me by almost studying it from where she stood. She was clearly looking at my jizz rather than me or my shrinking dick.

    As I started to wipe the cum from my face, she turned politely around as though this were something girls should never watch. I finished cleaning up as best I could and then lowered my shirt and closed up my shorts.

    I guess she could hear or sense or whatever that I was done and she turned around and sat across from me.

    “I hope you’re not mad at me for . . .” She held up her hand to silence me.

    “No, I asked you to come here to help me make sure . . .” She didn’t seem able to finish.

    After a brief and awkward silence, I said, “I just . . .” She raised her hand to stop me again.

    “It’s OK. I guess I need to know all this. Whatever happens, I guess I need to know. I can’t imagine. . .” She sat silently again, searching for words. “I can’t believe you did this for me. It can’t have been easy for you. I may have seemed . . . upset or uptight or something like that, but I’m OK. This was . . .”

    “That’s OK,” I reassured her. “You don’t need to explain. I was glad to help. A friend once helped me in kind of the same situation. So I understand. I just hope it works out better for you than it did for me.” And I meant that sincerely.

    I told her – using the politest words I could think of -- what else I thought she needed to know. Some guys are bigger. Some smaller. She knew about how some guys aren’t cut like me. I told her all guys don’t cum the same. Some more. Some less. Some shoot. Some dribble. Some go fast. Some flow. Just stuff like that. But as fast and politely as I could.

    Then I just wanted to get out of there. She had listened. I hoped she had learned. I really wanted her to able to make Paul happy, even though I didn’t think she was ready to try much of what we’d been talking about.

    As I got up to leave, I saw a string of my cum on the bed where I had been sitting. I thought for a second that I should clean it up. But I decided she needed to start dealing with the reality of all of this. Cleaning up cum is about as real as it gets.

    I was leaving her dorm when I saw a guy starting to cross the street toward me. At first I thought he looked like that picture of Paul, only with his shirt on. But that didn’t make sense. Paul wasn’t due for hours.

    I had to walk right by the guy as I crossed the street in the opposite direction. I couldn’t stop staring at him. The closer he got the more certain I was sure he had to be the guy in the picture.

    He must have noticed me staring because as we got just about five feet apart, I could see him looking me up and down. As his eyes came back up to mine, I nodded to him. Just a guy nod. He nodded back and then smiled.

    With that I was past him. I so wanted to look back at him one more time, but fought the urge. I even toyed with the idea of turning around and heading back toward Anne’s so I could . . . What? Get a better look? It was just an idea. I didn’t do it.

    But just as I heard the clank-clank sound of him opening the door to Anne’s dorm, I did look back. I thought I caught him looking away from having taken a final look at me. I couldn’t be sure.

    To Be Continued . . .

    Jess and I would love to hear from any and all of you readers out there. Obviously there are some interesting developments ahead. I hope you'll keep checking back to see what happens. We should be ready to post again in about a week. Until then, stay happy. And stay hard!
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    Wow! So hot! It wasn't as much a "bi" scene as I expected - it was much more an exhibitionistic performance ... And then the "meeting with "Paul" (?) almost at Anne's door... His cum was still on Anne's bed & as we all know it has a perfume/scent all its own which any guy would recognize ... This is getting very interesting ...

    Great writing!!!

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    Jess,
    I can tell how difficult that meeting with Anne was - you wanting to do the right thing by her in the spirit of Justin teaching you and Billy, while at the same time being incredibly HARD and having a desperate need for fulfillment of your own.

    And that, too, being a very real lesson for Anne to know.

    I wonder if Paul had any idea that Anne was asking you for help?
    Or, maybe he switch hits, too, and liked what he saw.

    Only time, and you and HR will tell - and I'm sure you will!

    To be a fly on the wall for your appointment with Ann, AND the next scene -
    did she clean your fluids up before Paul arrived? What did she do with the towel and, Oh, yes, Bodhi1 is right - we do have a pervasive aroma to our fluids. What will transpire between the two of them when he arrives hot on your heels?

    Jess, Once again, thank you for sharing your life story with us. It takes a lot of courage. I know it will also help a lot of people both posting and silent readers in the background, as they grapple with their own sexualities and lives.

    HR, a magnificent mastering of putting mind and action on electronic paper for us all to savour, relish, enjoy ~ in more ways than one!

    I can almost smell and taste Jess in all his glory through your words -- what an idea - electronic "scratch 'n sniff" sections! lol

    Thank you both, whole heartily.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    ok, wow. There is no other place that i would get turned on by a girl touching a guys cock, then reading about Jess's experience in the words of HR. But when Jess took over, wow. I couldnt help myself.

    Now i have never been in this situation, i have helped a few friends with sexual matters. i never went as far as showing them and helping them experince the action, i was dating zach. and that would be cheating in my book. but i did explain it. I was asked to help, but i told them that i had to say no, and they understood.

    So i kindof know what it is like on that front. more so with jess then Billy and justin. I mean with the giving help not getting it.

    It will be insteresting to see what happens in the next chapter. With paul walking in to the sweet sweet smell of Jess Cum. Oh it has me on the edge of my seat. I love Don's idea for the scrath and sniff section.

    Once again, Great Job on the chapter. Thank for taking the time out of your very busy schedules to share this with us.
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    Idk what I expected about how guys would react to my book, but it isn't axactly what I expected. I am not Justin or Billy so the sex is not going to be as hot. I guess Im more of a regular guy. It seems that almost everyone who writes is jerking off to my stuff even when nothing is really happening. I cant imagine what your going to do when HR writes about what coming next. I'm glad the ones writing me are enjoying it. Thank you for all the support and nice stuff you have written me.

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    Jess,
    We know HR REALLY enjoys the hot sex scenes, and we've probably based our comments around that, to an extent.

    Yes, it does raise our hormones, even when nothing is really happening in your mind -- remember, some of us aren't quite as young and active as you are, so the very fond memories you elicit have a magic all their own.

    I am trying to read ALL of what you are saying, not just trying to get one off, as it were. I hope you are seeing that.

    I know Tim's story has a lot more than rampant sex in it, too. You're a real, live, flesh and blood person to us, not just a sex toy. Know and believe that. We do.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Dear sweet Jess, you are very real and it is a rare privilege to have you share such intimate details with us. Sex is fun and all that but I am much more captivated by what you are FEELING as you experience everything that is happening.

    I salute you! Hugs!

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    HR, Jess and guys sorry I have not made an appearance here yet I still need to catch up on the story. I promise I will soon just got some stuff going on.

    Love Mike

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    We've been working hard for the past week or so. But we like working hard. The result is that we have cum up with a surprise this week: a double chapter. We decided that when we had finished Chapter 5, we hadn't given our readers quite enough. So it will be quickly followed by Chapter 6. Both are getting polished in the final editing process right now, so it won't be long.

    But before we present the next two chapters, it's time to answer the mail:

    Bodhi1 -- "Wow! So hot! It wasn't as much a "bi" scene as I expected - it was much more an exhibitionistic performance ... And then the "meeting with "Paul" (?) almost at Anne's door... His cum was still on Anne's bed & as we all know it has a perfume/scent all its own which any guy would recognize ... This is getting very interesting ..." It was fun talking to Jess about the material for this last chapter, because he remembered the JO scene so well and yet it was seeing the guy crossing the street that was really burned into his memory. Yes, it's about to get interesting!

    NothingtoSay -- "Yes this is a great chapter. Great job." True to your name, you are a man of few words. But thanks for letting us know you like it!

    DonQuixote -- "To be a fly on the wall for your appointment with Ann, AND the next scene - did she clean your fluids up before Paul arrived? What did she do with the towel and, Oh, yes, Bodhi1 is right - we do have a pervasive aroma to our fluids. What will transpire between the two of them when he arrives hot on your heels?" Ah, Don, always trying to predict the future. Let's see how well you did.

    TimWhite07 -- "ok, wow. There is no other place that i would get turned on by a girl touching a guys cock, then reading about Jess's experience in the words of HR. But when Jess took over, wow. I couldnt help myself." -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?

    skittles -- "I'm not and never have been bi (bi-sexual or even bi-curious), but there are so many emotions, doubts and insecurities that I can remember facing just by reading your story. Your story that's only just begun. It's bittersweet, and painful at times, but it is what I had to deal with." I know what a huge Jess fan you are, even if he is "undeclared" and you're 100 percent gay. Obviously that difference has not curbed your enthusiasm one bit.

    keigan86 -- "HR, Jess and guys sorry I have not made an appearance here yet I still need to catch up on the story. I promise I will soon just got some stuff going on." Well, Mike, we hope you get back to reading our project real soon. It's a good time to start, because . . . Well, I don't want to spoil what's ahead. You'll have to read it for yourself.

    It won't be long now, guys. So until we return, stay happy. And stay hard!
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    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!
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    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.
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    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'!!
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    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


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    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.

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    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!
    "Reading should be easy. Only the reader should be hard." -- hardreader

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

    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!
    "Reading should be easy. Only the reader should be hard." -- hardreader

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

    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 ....

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    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.



    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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

    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!

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