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Jesse - 1
by S.R. (sr_author@hotmail.com)
***
The story of a young, middle-class, fairly average
high-school sophomore who is struggling with the issue
of his own sexuality. To his surprise, the local
troubled slacker - whom he finds himself attracted to -
offers his assistance in the search for answers. Not
before, however, an incident of well-intended sexual
teasing to test the waters. Finding himself under the
power of his own hormones, our brighter-than-normal
protagonist learns more about both who he is and the
troubled slacker, Jesse, than he ever thought he would.
"Well written & captures the tone of teenage narration
quite well." - according to my editor. (MM-teens, voy,
1st-gay-expr)
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Further more, this story, and all other stories written
by myself, the author known as S.R., are complete works
of fiction. Though some characters may be loosely based
on actual people, no person/s within any of my works
are real people. No actions, sexual or otherwise,
contained in my stories, have actually occurred.
Everything written by I, S.R, are total works of
fiction.
After all, who here thinks the guy who created James
Bond was actually a British spy? Anyone think the
British woman who writes Harry Potter is a wizard? Or
that Tom Clancy is engaged in life-or-death struggles
to prevent wars?
In addition, if you find my writings, which are mostly
material of a sexual nature, to be offensive, I urge
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held within any of my stories to be offensive, please
remember it is simply a story. Thank you and enjoy...
Jesse - Part 1: By S.R.
(m/m, teen, 1st-gay, oral)
-------------------INTRODUCTION-----------------------
First off, let me tell you that I tend to tease a lot
in my stories. By this I mean that, you won't get any
actual full-on sex until part 3. What you will get is a
good, thought out story, with an actual plot, and a lot
of erotic stuff, leading up to the eventual full-on
sex. So I advise you to take your time with this story.
It's not a quick fix. Second, this story is inspired by
some photos I ran across during my travels on the World
Wide Web.
While looking for pictures of young men and woman in
their late teens to serve as a visual muse, or
inspiration for a story, I ran across photos of a young
man known only as Jesse. I have no means by which to
share with you the photos of Jesse which I used as a
basis for this work, but if you've ever seen him - a
blond haired, handsome, tough-looking, good near-
average (but strong) built young man, known web-wide as
"Jesse" - than you know of whom I speak of.
Anyone who truly wishes a photo of Jesse, you may e-
mail me at sr_author@hotmail.com and request one.
Please allow me a few days to reply. For the record, I
do not know Jesse in any way, nor even know if that is
his real name, nor know anything about him or his
background.
---------------------PART 1--------------------------
It was an unusually warm December day as I made my way
across the campus of Pressman High School, in the heart
of Southern California. These where the last days of my
freshmen year before Christmas break, and the air had
finally begun to chill earlier that month. Though
nowhere near the levels for a white Christmas (this is
California, after all,) it was more seasonable and
people where finally getting into the holiday spirit.
This morning when I had walked from home in to school
this morning, the grass had been covered by a find dew
and the air chilled like an icebox. I had of course,
worn full-length heavy denim black jeans, and a v-neck
sweater, anticipating the winter chill. However as the
noon sun blazed down upon me from above, the
temperature was already hitting the upper 60's, and
still climbing according to the out-door thermometer on
the window of the science department.
With no wind to break the head, and most of the heaters
in the classrooms turned on, I was dreading the rest of
the day already. Thankfully, my next three classes
where in the South building, which had a broken heater
since my Math teacher had broken the controls trying to
turn the heat on himself two weeks earlier. The class
after that and that was Phys Ed, so I'd be able to walk
home without the sweater and jeans. My first class that
afternoon was Science.
I was OK grade-wise in that class, but had drawn the
short end of the stick when it came to a lab partner.
Jesse - my lab partner, obviously - was the resident
troublemaker. He'd been suspended twice already this
year, and seemed to have detention every day for some
stunt or another. The only thing that kept him from
being expelled was the fact that his father, our town's
Sheriff, had been killed the year before while foiling
a bank robbery and saving a pregnant hostage.
It didn't hurt that the Principal and Jesse's dad, the
Sheriff, had been long-time friends since they where
kids. So put two and two together and he got away with
murder, suffering only detentions for things that would
have other kids expelled or arrested. Unfortunately for
me, I was stuck with the kid, who in addition to being
a troublemaker, was a lazy slouch who slept through
class.
Despite all of this, he was quite the hotty. Or at
least, a hotty with the potential to be even hotter.
His looks hadn't quite matured yet, so though he was
15, he barely looked a day over 14. His blond hair was
cut long and parted down the middle, and typically hung
down around the sides of his face, his bangs typically
in his eyes until he brushed them away. If you've ever
seen the movie Terminator 2: Judgment day, it's the
exact same haircut as the kid, John Connor in that
film. Similar attitude as well.
His body was pretty good too. He was lean and toned,
and I think he liked others to know it. Me being
someone who wasn't sure about his own sexuality, I had
to admit - if only to myself - if I where to be gay, or
have an bi-sexual/homo-sexual experience, I'd probably
want it to be with him. That didn't stop me from
wanting to slug him a dozen times during each and every
class.
He never really did his share of the work, had at least
a couple of times spilled things on me just to get a
laugh, and caused me to dread the class on certain
days. Not today though, as he had made the same mistake
as I had and dressed for a chilly winter day. As a
result, he didn't seem to have the energy to pull
anything and was fast asleep next to me on the table,
his hair fanning out over his arms as he buried his
head in them.
When Mr. Price - our Science teacher - told us to get
out our homework and text books, I slid out from the
table and turned in my seat, bending over in my chair
to retrieve the papers and book from my bag. As I did,
I found myself staring at the waistband of Jesse's
boxer-briefs. Tommy Hilfiger. The internal questions in
my mind started up again: Am I gay? Bi? Straight? Just
Curious? What?
After a few seconds, I continued to rifle through my
belongings until I found what I was looking for and
returned to looking and sitting forward. After a few
moments, Jesse stirred.
"Hey," Jesse said blinking rapidly as he apparently
woke up. "what's he want now?" he asked in a groggy
voice, obviously meaning Price, who was moving around
the front of the class collecting papers.
"Last nights homework." I replied.
"Oh." he said, and simply put his head back down. I
wasn't surprised by his reaction. The last time Jesse
had turned in an assignment was the last time I let him
copy mine at the last minute.
"Jesse," Said Price as he took my paper. "wake up." he
said, shaking him somewhat. Jesse ignored him. "Do you
have your homework?" Price asked, frustrated, as Jesse
finally began to stir.
"Nope." he said simply, and switched positions so he
was now facing me. Price sighed and closed his eyes for
a moment, then walked away, having given up weeks ago
at trying to get any work done by Jesse.
As Price prattled on about next weeks test, I
considered Jesse for a moment. I'd never really known
him other than by reputation, which he seemed to live
up too. We'd gone to the same schools all our lives,
but never really had any classes together until this
year. As kids, he'd always been more popular than
myself, but he'd never been a bully and jerk until his
father got killed. The thing that bugged me was how
nice Jesse had apparently always been before.
I knew deaths like his father's could change people,
but I couldn't see Jesse turning into the kind of jerk
that would later become the kind of scum that killed
his father. It just didn't make sense. As the bell rang
and class ended, Jesse and I both stood up. I had to
gather my papers, but he had nothing with him and
brushed passed me, bumping into me as he did. I
actually felt a cheap thrill at his slight touch.
Brushing the thought aside, I moved on to my next
class.
The rest of the day was relatively un-eventful, as I
sweated through the rest of my classes, looking forward
to Phys-ed when I could run around in the cool air in
my uniform of shorts and a t-shirt. Though I did dread
the locker room and optional showers. Seeing my fellow
classmates in the buff, or at least nearly so, usually
brought my internal battle to the surface, giving rise
not only to my doubts and wonders about my sexuality,
but my manhood as well.
Typically, the fact that changing was required and that
I'd have some nice mental images to savor later, won
out however. So I managed to pull through, and have a
standard, though not quite as fun as normal class that
day. Since Gym was, for me, the last class of the day,
and I lived only three and a half blocks from the
school, I was able to avoid being in the locker room a
second time with the other guys as they changed again,
or even showered.
Sometimes I'd go in if I was feeling like I wanted too,
but most times I simply avoided it and helped out Coach
Franklin. This would allow me to avoid the possible
boner from seeing the other guys, as well as the added
bonus of being able to change and, if I wanted too,
shower in relative privacy. I suppose the fact that
Coach Franklin let me slide by on days when I forgot my
uniform or was late didn't hurt either. It was an "I'll
scratch yours if you scratch mine" relationship.
I helped him pick things up outside and bring them in,
or stack basketballs, maybe put others things out on
certain days, and in exchange he let me slide on little
things most of the time. He also wouldn't bitch about
me staying behind alone in the locker room at the end
of the day when he had administrative crap to do in the
Main Office.
So, as the rest of the guys swarmed out of the locker
room and ran for their busses, I casually continued to
stack basketballs in the equipment room, biding my
time. As fate, luck, god -- whatever you wanna call it
-- would have it, I would not be so lucky today. In
fact, the one guy I could admit to myself I was
attracted too was about to come in and shatter my
solitude.
"Hey," said a voice from behind me. The tone alone made
me recognize it as Jesse's. I turned to see him
standing in the doorway, his long baggy cloths seeming
to hang off him. "Where the fucks Franklin?" he asked
before I could respond to his 'greeting'.
"He should be in his office," I replied, turning away
and continuing to stack the basketballs. "if he's not
there, he went to the Main Office." I continued,
growing concerned why Jesse -- the kid who never did
anything -- was here.
"Thanks." he said, not even meaning it, as he walked
away. I pushed the thought of out my mind, thinking
Coach Franklin wanted to tell him he had failed the
quarter or something, and continued stacking the balls.
After about four of five minutes, I finished and exited
the equipment room. As I began shutting the door, the
locker room doors opened and Jesse and Coach Franklin
stepped out. Jesse though, was now wearing standard gym
shorts (though they where a bit low on him, and covered
his knees), and a army-green Nike tank top. Seeing him
in less clothing than usual was a bit of a turn on.
Shorts and a t-shirt where one thing, but this tank top
showed quite a bit more of his arms and chest.
"You mind hanging out for a while longer?" Franklin
asked me suddenly.
"I.. uh.. guess not?" I replied, preferring to keep on
his good side.
"Good. I've got some errands to run, paper-work to sort
through, but I need someone to watch him." he said,
gesturing to Jesse as he raced around the Gym. It was
surprising to see him move so fast, since he normally
just wandered by everyone. "Just keep an eye on him,"
Franklin continued. "Make sure he runs twenty-five
laps, and twenty-five sit ups. Then you can both go."
he said. With that, he walked passed me and left the
Gym.
After five more laps, as I just stood there looking
around like a goof, Jesse slowed down and stopped when
he got to me.
"OK, I'm outta here. You gonna squeal?" he asked. He
then pulled up his tank top and rubbed it over his
sweat-soaked face. His abs where equally drenched, and
I couldn't help but stare at his naked stomach.
"Naw." I said as he let the shirt fall back down. I
then fallowed him as he moved to the locker room doors.
As he pushed through them he began to disrobe, taking
his tank top off in mid-stride. His shorts where nearly
falling off him, as my eyes locked onto the Tommy
Hilfinger waistband and tops of his boxer-briefs as he
moved to one of the lockers near mine, but one row
over. The lockers where only about waist high, and
separated by a good amount of space. So as I stood at
my set of lockers, I could clearly see all of Jesse in
front of me.
As he tossed his shirt in an empty locker, I began to
open my locker. I stopped though as in one fall swoop,
Jesse removed his shorts and underwear. His ass was
small, tight, and toned, and I could feel my cock jump
in response to the hot, naked body in front of me. As
he stepped out of the clothing bunched up around his
ankles, I caught a glimpse of his balls and dick
hanging between his legs. I was astonished that he was
totally hairless! With the exception of his head, it
seemed he was totally bald across his body.
I had heard that he was a swimmer, but didn't think
that required that level of shaving. I was also
surprised at the length of his prick in comparison to
the rest of him. It was a good 6 or so inches. I was
also glad he was circumcised like most men. The few
guys in my gym class who where un-cut always looked odd
to me, like they'd had the heads of their cocks cut off
or something. I got a better view of his package as he
put one leg at a time on the bench in front of him to
remove his grass-stained Adidas socks. He then turned
to the right and walked off towards the showers.
I managed to take my shirt off as I stood, still awe
struck, and quite horny. I heard the water turn on as I
pulled my shorts down around my ankles. Then I saw
movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head
slightly to see Jesse, walking out of the shower. His
dick now semi-hard, but still flailing as he walked
over to the pile of fresh towels. I at first wondered
why he was getting aroused, then realized how natural a
reaction it could be under the circumstances. Even
involuntary. I mean, how many mornings had I had to
simply sit on the curb for 5 minutes and be late to
school because of so-called 'morning wood'?
After rummaging through the stack, I saw him pick up
two and begin to walk back to the showers. "I grabbed
one for ya." he said as he tossed both of them down on
the bench next to the doorway leading into the showers.
I wasn't quite sure what to do next. Obviously, he
thought I took showers. I did - just never with anyone
else. Certainly, I'd love to stand there and watch him
soap himself off, but with my raging hard on I wasn't
sure I could risk it. For the next few seconds, I tried
to decide what to do next.
In the end, my hormones won out over my sense of fear.
I quickly stripped off my own underwear, and moved to
the showers slowly. I stood there in the door for a
moment and glanced in. Jesse's dick was now hard as a
rock as he applied a healthy lather of soap to his
face. It was at least 6 inches long and at least an
inch around, wider right around where he'd been
circumcised. Unlike other guy's dicks I'd seen via the
locker room, or the two porno films I'd seen, Jesse's
dick didn't curve upward, but rather somewhat downward.
His ball sack was a darker skin tone than the rest of
his body.
I couldn't help but feel a combination of envy, lust,
and embarrassment as I stepped into the showers. I
choose the shower opposite him, letting the spray run
down my back as I stood, watching him from behind, as
he lathered up his arms and chest. I stared at his
small, tight, almost sculpted ass and wanted more than
anything to run my soapy hands over it. After rinsing
his face off, he began to turn. I quickly shut my eyes
and put my head under the spray to make it seem like I
was rinsing soap off my face. I wondered if Jesse was
staring at my rock-hard manhood. It may only be about
5.5 inches, but I actually hoped he was. The thought in
itself was almost enough to make my jizz all over the
place.
I realized that I had no soap, and hoped Jesse thought
I was simply getting drenched before soaping up. To
that end, I forced myself to open my eyes. Jesse was
turned to the side, as he added shampoo to his hair. As
he let the soapy lather sit atop his hear, he kept his
eyes shut as it began to run down his face.
Picking up a bar of soap myself, I began to slowly move
it across my chest, distracted as Jesse began to rub
his soap-covered hands over his long, slender, gleaming
dick. It seemed from the relaxed expression on his face
as if he was enjoying his own gentle touch. I could
feel my breathing slow as my pulse began to race. The
sight of this awesomely sexy young man before me was
enough to make me want to simply scream how I wanted to
fuck him.
After forcing myself to turn away from Jesse's perfect
body, it took me only three or four minutes to complete
my shower. I quickly removed myself from the showers
and picked up one of the towels on the bench waiting
outside and began to dry myself off. My mind was racing
a mile a minute, and yet not moving at all at the same
time. I was obviously in some state of shock at what
was or had been going on.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I stopped a moment
to think. I noticed Jesse's clothes left bunched up on
the floor, and considered them for a moment as I
listened to the water run. Knowing I could make no move
for Jesse himself, I walked over to the shorts and
boxer-briefs on the floor, and waited a second as I
stood over them, keenly aware if I was discovered even
just standing over them it would open a Pandora's box
of rumors, that though most likely true, could very
well destroy me.
Crouching down, I found myself feeling keenly aware of
my nudity with the exception of the towel, as I placed
my hand on Jesse's garments. Making sure the shower
water was still running and splashing around, I picked
them up from their bunched-up state of disarray on the
floor, and brought them to my face. Having something so
intimate of Jesse's so close to my face made my heart
skip a beat as I inhaled the musky aroma from the
boxer-briefs, well aware it was the scent of Jesse's
manhood.
Suddenly, the water stopped running. Dropping the
clothes onto the floor I stood and darted swiftly
around the lockers towards where my own was. As I sat
down on the bench, Jesse strolled out from the showers,
his dick now half-limp. As he began to dry himself off,
starting with his hair, I stole a long glance at his
prick. I could see in my mind the image of my mouth
over the long, slender gift from god, as my hands
caressed and massaged his firm buttocks.
As I pushed the day dream from my mind, and brought
myself back to the land of the living, I looked up to
find Jesse staring at me. My first instinct was to turn
away, or maybe to apologize and pass it off as simple
curiosity. But I suppressed my instincts as I caught
something in the way Jesse looked at me. His gaze was
not that of accusation, embarrassment, or anger. I
couldn't say if it was one of lust, but I could say it
was one of pleasure or at least satisfaction.
"Gay, or Bi?" he said after a long, semi-awkward
silence, as he wrapped the towel around his waist. I
was taken aback by the question. What could I say?
Could I still pass my self off as curious? Could I say
I was wondering how he'd so effectively shaven 'down
there'? Before I could make up my mind as to a lie, the
truth became an option.
"I'm Bi, myself." he said as he walked around to my set
of lockers and began to stole down them. His revelation
made me feel much more comfortable. He'd at least
understand what I was going through, maybe even have be
able to explain some of it, or have an answer for me.
"I'm...not sure." I managed to say. I tried kept my
eyes on his face, though they refused to stop ogling
his smooth torso.
"You wanna fuck me?" he asked. The shock must have been
evident on my face, as he quickly corrected himself.
"I'm not offering, yet." he said, the statement only
adding to my mounting shock. 'YET?!' I screamed in my
head to myself. "I just wanna know if you want me or
not." he said, clarifying.
"Uhmm.. I...I...uhh." was all I could manage. I
honestly wasn't sure of my answer. The prospect of anal
sex was still a bit iffy in my mind. I was willing to
possibly try it, especially on Jesse, but less willing
to have it done to me. Either possibility though still
made me utterly confused.
"I'll take that as a yes." he said, as a smirk washed
over his lips, as he turned to the side and leaned back
against the lockers, putting much of his weight on his
elbows. The damp towel held tight against his skin, as
gravity pulled it slightly back. The slight protrusion
between his legs was very evident to my amorous gaze,
but 'his general wasn't at attention' if you get my
drift.
"How did you... I mean, how where you, sure you
where...bi?" I managed after a few moments.
"I don't think anyone's really sure until they do it
with both a guy and a girl." he said. "Doing both at
the same time is good, but even just each individually
works. Lets you know if you where just curious or, most
likely, your bi. I mean if your even willing to fuck a
guy, you've gotta prolly be bi or gay. No doubt." He
said, speaking so frankly on such a subject. It was as
if everything started to fall into place for me. I knew
I liked girls, and I knew I liked some guys. I was bi,
and I finally could say that to myself.
"I know what your goin' through," he said "I'd be...
happy to help you out, if you want." he offered kindly.
I didn't sense any hidden agenda in his voice, but
there was something flirtatious in his tone, and was
able to shake my head yes.
That afternoon when I went home, I jacked off a good
three times in a row I was so horny from the prior
experiences of the day. It was an amazing feeling, not
only to remember what I had seen and to climax three
times too it, but the fact that I was finally 'out' -
at least to one person - was so liberating. The phrase,
"I'd be happy to help you out if you want" and him
saying "You wanna fuck me?" and "I'm not offering, yet"
where perfect whack-off session materials. What did he
mean by he'd be happy to help out? Needless to say, I
was curious to find out. I didn't have to wait long to
do so, either...
--------------------PART 2-------------------------
I think it was Einstein who said that time is relative.
By that he meant that it's all perception. Between that
day with Jesse and the next day, a Saturday, only
twenty-four hours had passed, and yet it seemed like an
eternity. I'd spent the seemingly endless hours
contemplating and fantasizing possibilities.
I even did a few dozen push-ups and sit-ups as I began
to feel anxious about my own appearance. It wasn't as
if we hadn't seen each other in all our respective
glory just the day before, and I know an hours worth of
exercise wasn't going to turn my tall, but slim
physique into Jean-Claude Van Dame's, but I suppose I
figured every little bit helps.
When Jesse called that morning, my mother answered the
phone. The one or two times a girl had called the
house, she had had this silly little smile on her face,
one that was less than embarrassing, but certainly had
the potential to be so. I half expected her to have the
same silly smile when Jesse called, but thankfully she
didn't.
She was clueless, and figured Jesse to be just a pal of
mine. She was from a different time after-all. Being
born in the 1950's really had its disadvantages (for
her, advantages for me). One of them being a total
intolerance for other ways of life, whatever they may
be. Though she tried to feign acceptance, it was
obvious to anyone who knew her well what she thought.
I stammered as I put the phone to my ear, squeaking out
a 'hello?' in a slightly cracked voice. I wanted to
kick myself. Why couldn't I just be calm, cool, and
collected?
"Hey," Jesse began in that casual, combination smart-
ass/I'm-too-good-for-you tone. "You wanna get
together?" He said. I wasn't sure what he meant as he
didn't elaborate on any further details, but I knew I
wanted to be with him.
"Sure." I replied, trying not to sound like a total
loser - or too anxious.
"Cool." He replied. From the tone of his voice, I could
easily see him kicked back on a couch, feet on a coffee
table, in comfortable and cool clothes. He was the kind
of guy I both wanted to be, and wanted to be with. "You
know the Sea Mist development by the beach?" he asked.
"Yeah." I replied, recalling the place. It wasn't
exactly a plush, exclusive community, but it was the
closest thing our area had to one. The Mayor, most of
the City Council members, and a lot of local business
owners and police lived there.
"Good. Be there in an hour, west entrance. I'll meet
you there." He said. I had ample time to reply, but
couldn't manage to get anything out before he hung up.
Forty minutes later, I was at the west entrance to the
Sea Mist development. My stomach was flip-flopping as I
nervously paced a small stretch of sidewalk.
"Your early." Said a voice from behind me. Turning, I
found Jesse leaning against a 6 foot high stone wall,
smoking. He wore a pair of black jeans that looked a
half-dozen sizes too large, a funky little blue and
white Hawaiian shirt, un-buttoned, and a white ribbed
t-shirt that while not tight, wasn't as loose as
everything else, and showed off his chest and abs.
Taking a drag from the cigarette, he polished it off
and tossed it onto the sidewalk. Stepping away from the
wall he took a few steps towards me, and stopped,
looking me up and down. I loved having his eyes run
over my body, and wished they where his hands instead.
"Come on." He said after a moment. He began walking
away from the development, and I followed. We walked in
silence for about three minutes until we came to a long
driveway that went uphill at a sharp angle. It was
gated, and Jesse stopped at a small metal control box
and input a code that opened one of the gates. I
followed again in silence, not sure where we where
going or why I was being so complaint.
As we ascended the steep incline, Jesse offered an
explanation. "Gotta love million dollar life-insurance
policies," he said, knowing that it'd be enough. He
obviously meant his dad.
At the top of the hill, around some tall trees, was a
place out of the fucking movies. A ranch-style home
with exterior walls of almost all glass. It was sweet.
Tall trees surrounded the place except for one side,
where a cliff over-looked the highway about 120 feet
below. Beyond the highway was another cliff which lead
to the beach, then the ocean. I suddenly found myself
wishing my father was a dead hero cop instead of an
insurance salesman.
"Someday," Jesse said as he walked to the cliff, me
trailing behind like a lost puppy, "Just do a swan dive
off this thing... splat. I time it right, take some
stupid fucker with me." He said, chuckling a bit. I
didn't say anything. What could I say?
Turning, Jesse lead me to the house and in through the
front door. The place was nice with a very post-modern
look to it. It was a bit darker inside because of the
tinted glass walls that seemed to make up the bulk of
the houses exterior. As I stepped in, Jesse closed the
door behind us and then entered a code into an alarm
console opposite it. I looked to him and opened my
mouth to question, but he beat me too it.
"Just incase Mom actually comes home before 2 AM." he
explained. I nodded, like an idiot, as if I'd known
that all along. Thankfully he seemed either abnormally
polite or simply oblivious to my bumbling.
Prying off his sneakers, he kicked them off, letting
them fly through the air and land wherever they may.
"So how many times did you jack off last night?" he
asked unexpectedly.
"What?" I replied, unprepared.
"Dude, OK, some ground rules," he said, moving into the
kitchen and heading for the stainless-steel fridge,
opening it and leaning inside. "Rule number one, total
disclosure. Honest, full, without hesitation. It works
both ways. I answer anything you ask, you answer
anything I ask. OK?" he said as he closed the fridge
and tossed me a can of something. I was surprised to
find a beer in my hands.
"Uh, yeah, OK." I replied.
"Rule number two, confidentiality. Just like Doctor-
patient. Whatever is said between us, goes on between
us, stays between us. Understood?" he said, popping
open the can and taking a long swig. I opened mine as
well, but didn't drink any.
"Sure." I said.
"Rule number three, relax, before you sprain
something." he said with a smile. I laughed at this
one, and smiled like a idiot in an uncontrolled
response to him smiling at me. "Always relax. Always
stay cool. I'm not who you think I am, and I'm not
gonna bust on you for saying the wrong thing, alright?"
he said, taking a step towards me. I felt a bit more at
ease, and nodded in agreement and understanding.
"OK. Now. My question: how many times did you jack-off
last night?" he said again, taking another swig from
his beer.
"Uh.. three times..." I said, a bit nervous, "...as
soon as I got home." I finished, smiling.
He nearly spit his beer back into the can as he
laughed. "Damn, you're either too damn horny or I
pushed more of your buttons than I thought." he said.
"Oh, so that whole thing yesterday was just you being a
tease?" I replied with a grin, finally finding myself a
bit again.
"Damn straight." he said with a smirk, "I wanted to see
which way you swing. I found out." He then noticed my
untouched beer. "What's wrong, not a beer drinker?"
"Oh, uh.. never tried it before, actually." I admitted,
wondering if I was being too honest.
"So, try it." he encouraged. I did. I then spit it out.
On him. I must have turned six different shades of red.
I was all set to apologize when he just burst out
laughing. "Not a beer drinker!" he said. I laughed too,
glad he wasn't pissed at being covered in beer.
Putting down his own near-empty can, he removed the
Hawaiian style shirt and tossed it on the counter. He
then peeled off the beer-drenched sleeveless ribbed t-
shirt, revealing his defined chest and abs. I felt my
heart beat a bit quicker at the sight.
"If you really wanted my shirt off, you could've just
asked you know." he said, as he noticed my eyes running
up and down his smooth, hairless physique. Remembering
a question from the day before, I decided to test rule
number one out by posing it.
"I've gotta ask," I said, building up my courage and
confidence, "What's with the, uh, shaving?"
"I used to swim," he said. "I just grew to like it.
Most everyone I've fucked likes it too."
"Was it required? I mean, for your swimming?" I asked.
"Not really... 'required' so much as just a good idea."
he said. "Why?" he asked, curious as to my own reasons
for asking.
"Just... curious." I said. "I mean, it's not exactly
common for a guy to shave.. everything like that."
"I guess not. Like I said, I just got used to it and
now... I dunno, anything else feels weird for me. It's
fine on everyone else, I just don't like it for me.
Why, does it turn you off or something?" he inquired.
"No," I said. "Honestly... I think it kind of turns me
on more. Kind of." I said. Jesse smiled at this - that
warm, sensual, friendly, yet somewhat sly smile of his
that made me melt a bit.
"It's because it makes me seem even more naked than
just being naked. It's like... I've got nothing to
hide. I'm totally exposed, and that turns just about
everyone on. Some people don't like it though. This one
bitch, god, she got so hung up on it. It just turned
her off for some reason. But that's pretty rare." Jesse
said.
An uncomfortable silence then descended upon the
conversation. I'm not sure what Jesse was thinking, but
I didn't know what else to say, what else to do. I was
nervous. Every teenager wants to have sex, especially
every teenage boy. Yet presented with the opportunity,
I couldn't get up the nerve to make a move. Maybe it
was because of the type of sex. I mean, American
culture isn't exactly tolerant of homosexual anything.
The consequences, the possibilities, the realities,
they all just seemed to hit me like an avalanche.
"Hey," Jesse said, suddenly, softly. He was close to me
now, and yet I hadn't noticed him approach. I felt his
hand on my own. Felt my heart race, my breathing heavy.
"Relax. Nothing's going to happen that you don't want
to happen. Nothing you're not ready for. We're just two
friends, talking, alright?" he said, his voice gentle
and calming. I'd never seen this side of him, never
even imagined it.
"OK." I replied, feeling myself relax a bit. I felt
pretty silly, but not much, mostly because of the
understanding I read in Jesse's eyes. Or maybe it was
something else, something more than just understanding,
compassion, and care. I really didn't know.
Holding his hand in my own felt good. It was a bit
strange, very different from any other hand I'd held. I
mean, I'd held a few girls hands. My parents.
Grandparents. But I don't think I'd held a boys hand
for more than a few seconds, when helping someone up,
back when I was just a boy on the playground. This was
different. His hands felt rougher than mine, rougher
than any I was used to touching. They where nimble and
strong, and felt cool to the touch, but not cold.
As my right hand held his left, he raised his right and
put it on my cheek. He teased my flesh with the tips of
his fingers and I felt his thumb run across my lip,
parting them as he drew his hand down to my neck and
then back up again. Ready or not, I made my move.
Leaning in, I tilted my head slightly to one side. He
did the same. As our lips met, our eyes closed. We
simply kissed for a few moments.
I then felt his tongue brush against my lips. I did the
same to him, and soon we where kissing passionately,
our tongues brushing against each other and around each
others mouths, teasing, tickling. It, too, was quite
different than kissing a girl. Different is not a bad
thing, though.
He broke our hand-hold and placed his left hand on back
low back. I put mine on his hip as I put my right on
his face as he continued to do with me, though I moved
mine around to the back of his head and through his
hair. I could feel his long bangs tickle my face and
giggled a bit, breaking our kiss. He laughed too.
"Come on," he said, taking my hand again as he lead me
out of the kitchen and down a hallway.
---------------------PART 3---------------------------
We passed a number of closed doors and then came to one
that had four separate locks on it. As he reached into
his pocket to retrieve his keys, the front of his jeans
became taught and I could make out the hint of a bulge
behind the fabric.
After un-locking the door, he closed it again and
restored the locks before tossing the keys on a
dresser. The room was awesome, like a small apartment.
A set of three floor-to-ceiling glass windows looked
out over the cliff and onto the ocean, like no wall
existed at all. The furniture was all stainless steel
or jet black and had the same post-modern feel about it
as the rest of the house, only to more of an extreme.
There was a futon couch and two low to the ground
chairs, a mini fridge and microwave, a giant flat
screen TV, a brand new computer, an attached bathroom,
and of course, a bed.
"This place rocks," I admitted. I felt his presence
behind me and then felt his lips on my neck. "Glad you
like it," he replied, obviously not interested in talk.
Honestly, neither was I. Tugging at the collar of my
shirt, he kissed along my neck and shoulder as he
pressed the front of his body against the back of mine.
Grinding his semi-hard prick into my ass through our
clothes, my earlier doubts and hesitations seemed to
melt.
As he kissed along the other side of my neck and
shoulder, I leaned back into him some and put my hands
behind me. One I ran through his hair and on neck, kind
of massaging him, and the other I put onto his hip and
the left side of his ass. Even through the fabric of
our clothes it was electric to touch him, to feel his
firm, toned, tight ass in my hand. To feel his lips on
my skin.
We kissed again like we had in the kitchen. As I rubbed
my hands across his smooth and warm back, I felt him
slide a hand beneath my shirt and do the same. Keeping
one hand on his back, I slid the tips of my fingers
beneath the waist band of his jeans. I felt his briefs
there and ran my fingers along the waist band, not
quite sure how much further to go.
Walking forward, Jesse forced me to back up until I
fell back onto the bed. It was at least queen size,
draped in black satin sheets. Standing between my
knees, Jesse moved his hands to the button of his jeans
and un-did it. The look on his face was teasing as he
slowly slid the zipper down along his crotch. As they
fell open, he let them drop around his knees as he fell
on top of me.
Nearly nude and laying on top of me, we kissed again as
our still cloth-clad crotches ground together. I ran my
hands all over his body, concentrating on his ass as
much as possible though as we kissed. Stopping, he
pushed my shirt up to my collar and slid down me, then
kissed my chest. First down the middle and then on
either side. I was a bit surprised when he licked my
nipples, but found I enjoyed it.
He kissed his way down my stomach and abs until he came
to my waist. The sensations across my body where nearly
overwhelming. His hot breath on my flesh, his wet lips
on my skin, his long hair teasing and tickling, his
hands running across my body. I was more aroused, more
alive, than I've ever been. Though horny as hell, I
wanted this moment to last forever.
Sliding his fingers under the front of my jeans, he
undid the button. Grasping the zipper of my fly, he
pulled it down, slowly, while pressing against my
swollen cock. I moaned at the ecstasy of the moment,
knowing full well this was but the tip of the ice berg
of pleasure.
Pulling my jeans from my body, he stepped out of his
own bunched up pants, kicking them into a corner. We
where both down to our underwear now, both keenly aware
of the others raging hard-on. While he wore briefs as
he had the day before, I wore boxers. I had the better
end of the deal though, with the best view, as his
prick pushed without success against the tight cotton
fabric.
Climbing back over me, we kissed again, our bodies
pressing together, our cocks straining for attention.
After a few minutes of this, he slid down my body
again. As he did, the opening of my boxers shifted and
my cock sprung out, finally free of it's fabric
constraint. Taking it in his hand, he jerked it slowly
a few times before kissing it along the shaft, then
licking the head.
When he stopped I almost screamed in frustration before
I realized he was just stopping to remove my boxers. My
throbbing prick didn't help matters, and after what
must have been 10 or 15 seconds but what felt like an
eon, I growled, "Just rip them!"
Again, that sultry and seductive grin crossed Jesse's
lips. Taking hold of the fabric near the opening, he
tore as hard as he could, shredding them down the
middle ad up to the elastic waist band. By aching balls
now exposed, he kept tearing until my boxers where
little more than shreds of fabric.
Falling to his knees, I got the message and slid down
to the end of the bed, my ass hanging off the edge. I'd
never been this exposed before, to anyone. The other
blowjobs I'd had had been in dark locales, movie
theatres, outside during a party, that sort of thing.
Always through the fly, and never a really good look.
Not that I had anything to be ashamed of from what I've
seen in the locker room. My cock was just about 6
inches in length, erect. It wasn't as thick as Jesse's,
but that sort of made it look longer. Unlike Jesse, I
had a fair amount of hair covering my body. Something I
was proud to show off when I could by being shirtless,
like while swimming or changing.
Right now though, I was completely exposed. On display.
My legs spread apart with Jesse now kneeling between
them, totally naked, my balls, ass, and rock hard cock
right out there in the light of day... it was a bit
intense, and I a bit nervous too. Thankfully though, my
hormones where in total control of my actions. Nothing
short of someone else coming into the room was going to
stop this from happening.
Running his hands up my thighs, he closed one around my
throbbing manhood as the other cupped and gently
squeezed my balls. Painfully slow, he began to pump my
cock with his fist as he teased the tender flesh of my
scrotum. Moving his head closer to my crotch, Jesse
kissed the tip of my cock, flitting his tongue across
the slit. He then licked around the head of my tingling
manhood slowly, driving me insane.
"You are such a fucking tease!" I shouted through
gritted teeth, a grin on my face despite my frustration
- or perhaps because of it. He knew just how to tease
and manipulate someone. Or, at least, me.
"And your loving every minute of it," Jesse replied to
me, taking his mouth from my cock the three seconds
needed to speak. Those three seconds where like 3
minutes without air.
As his lips re-engulfed my cock, I moaned with
pleasure. I could feel Jesse's lips curl into a grin
and smiled myself, glad he was enjoying things as much
as I was. Without any warning I felt him take my entire
cock in his mouth, he began to suck on it like a
lollipop, bobbing his head up and down, running his
mouth over my shaft. As he did he kept rubbing my
swollen head with his tongue.
Faster and faster he went, gently sucking, drawing his
mouth up and down, licking my hard swollen cock. He was
going so fast I had the stray thought he might get
whiplash, to which I chuckled a bit at. I could feel
his fingers on my scrotum, kneading and massaging the
sensitive flesh and contents.
As the pleasure grew and grew, I felt my fingers
tighten as they gripped the sheets beneath me on either
side of the bed. I could hear myself panting and
growling. Before I knew it, the mounting pleasure
reached an impasse and my cock exploded, my load
shooting into Jesse's mouth and throat. Jesse didn't
stop, didn't even seem phased by this, just kept on
going until every last ounce of cum had been drained
from me, until every last shiver of ecstasy had escaped
my body.
Satisfied is too small of a word to describe how I felt
as I lay on Jesse's bed, my limbs spread out, my dick
still rock hard and covered in a combination of my cum
and Jesse's salvia. My eyes closed, my breathing short
but deep, I felt better in this moment than I ever had
in my entire life. Nothing, no blow job, no hand job,
no jacking off, had ever produced the level and
intensity of the feelings of pure joy and pleasure I
felt and had just felt.
I felt Jesse's warm body slide on top of mine, felt his
still un-pleasured cock on my skin as it pushed through
the tight fabric of his cotton briefs, felt the warmth
of his breath as he kissed my neck and chest. Jesse's
lips found mine and we kissed, I could taste my own cum
on his lips, but I kept kissing him. If he'd sucked my
cock and swallowed my entire load, how the hell could I
pull away from our kiss for such a stupid reason?
As our lips and tongues broke away from one another
again and he kissed my neck again, I did the same to
him. The taste of his flesh was beyond description.
Running my hands down his back, I found his ass and
gripped and massaged the taught and toned flesh there.
I wanted to fuck him so bad it hurt. After the intense
blow job, however, I needed time to re-energize my
satisfied cock.
Rolling over so I was now on top of him, I slid down
his body until I was kneeling on the bed between his
legs. Scooting upward into a sort of sitting position,
he leaned back against the headboard. Pushing at his
knees, I got him to spread his legs as far apart as was
possible and comfortable. I wanted the best access I
could get.
"Here," Jesse said handing me something small and cold.
Taking it, I found it to be a pocket knife. Flipping it
open, I ran the cold steel of the blade down Jesse's
chest and abs, across his cloth covered groin, and to
the right hip. There I carefully slid the blade beneath
the fabric and cut a small hole, tearing the fabric the
rest of the way by hand. I repeated the process on the
left side.
Placing my hands atop his throbbing cock, I rubbed and
massaged over the loose fabric, wanting to return the
teasing I'd received for more than just fun revenge.
After a few minutes of this, I slowly drew back the
loose fabric until his crotch was unwrapped like the
gift it was.
I continued to rub and massage his cock and balls,
jacking him slowly up and down, teasing the head. I
knew by the expressions on his face I was driving him
just as mad as he had drove me. I didn't have the same
patience he did, however, and after only half the time
he had teased my with this, maneuvered myself so my
mouth had perfect access to his cock.
I found myself marveling at the beauty of his rock hard
manhood. I can't claim to have seen any other cocks up
close like this, having only seen other ones at all in
the locker room, or the rare situation as a little kid,
but from all I had seen I recognized the beauty of
Jesse's. It was perfect in size and shape. No oddities,
nothing that made it stand out. It was like the
definition of what a cock should be.
Putting my head between his legs, I kissed and licked
along his scrotum, and then up his long, thick, shaft.
As I turned my mouths attention to his prick, I
continued to fondle his balls with my right hand as I
ran my left across his abs and chest. Licking and
kissing his cock was almost as fun as having mine
licked and sucked. Almost. Apparently I enjoyed it too
much, as Jesse suddenly spoke up.
"Fuck, man, I only teased you half this time!" he said
as he bit his lower lip. I wasn't sure how long I'd
been going on with the same activities, but if I'd
driven Jesse - who was, for all accounts, quite
experienced - to the point of vocal frustration, I knew
I'd probably been doing it too long. Finally, I
engulfed his cock in my mouth.
Sucking and licking his cock, I could taste his pre-cum
and realized just how much I'd gotten to him. I
couldn't help but smile at the subtle irony of it. Here
I was, giving my first ever blowjob to him, a guy who'd
no doubt had more sex than most people twice his age,
and I'd been able to tease him more.
"Mmm, god, yes!" Jesse said as his fingers ran through
my hair. I began to move my mouth up and down on his
hard prick. As I teased his balls with my hands, I
could feel them tighten, so I went faster and faster. I
could just barely see Jesse as his hands gripped the
headboard above him.
"Uhh! Oh! Fuckkk!" he shouted. "I'm gonna blow!"
Though he had swallowed my load, he'd also done that
sort of thing before, where as I hadn't. I wasn't sure
about it either, and knew he'd understand. Taking my
mouth off his prick, I fell to the side of him and
moved my one hand to his cock, jerking it, as he
exploded. He shot into the air at least a good four or
five feet, more and more as I continued to jerk him
with my hand.
Finally after about a minute, he stopped and I slowed
my hand down and then stopped. Looking at his face, I
saw he wasn't really home at the moment, and so I just
lay there, looking at him. After a minute or so he
blinked open his eyes, his breathing still hard but
slowing.
"Holy fuck," he said in a near whisper.
"Was it good for you?" I asked in a jovial voice. He
laughed and then sat up so he was next to me. Planting
a kiss on my lips, he drew back and leaned his forehead
against mine.
"You are such a fucking tease," he whispered. Falling
back on the bed, he picked his head up and looked at
me. "You sure you've never done that before?" he asked
me.
"Positive," I replied with a chuckle, "I think I'd
remember," I added, falling back onto the bed and
laying beside him...
-------------------EPILOGUE------------------------
According to Bill Clinton, what you've just read
doesn't contain any sex. I tend to disagree. I think
most folks do, though not the ignorant smart ass
teenagers of the world. What you've read isn't all
Jesse and I did that day, or on future occasions.
There's a lot more. This just isn't the time to tell
those stories. Consider this an introduction, of sorts.
I wanted you to see and know Jesse as I do, as he
exists. At least, to me, anyway.
The End??
S.R.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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