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Story title : Jesse

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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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Please, I urge you to go back now if you are not a 
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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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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,
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