Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2014 14:49:43 -0500
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: Gym Stretch Part 10

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Part 10 – Gym Stretch

It was an intense moment, standing there, eye-to-eye with a man who'd just
drained me, who'd just CLAIMED me, and who'd pledged himself to me.  He
kissed me gently, holding my shoulder and my face.  It wasn't the first
gentle long kiss between us, but this was different, it was . . . deeper,
maybe more intrusive, yet it was a feeling of me welcoming him in that
deeply.

When it started getting more heated – OK, I got more heated, having gone
from feeling warmed by the kiss to ignited – I began groping him,
pulling him closer, grinding my still-dripping-cumdregs and
now-dripping-precum hardon into his fine slacks and polo shirt.  Jack got
both hands on my face and broke the kiss and without letting his hold on me
change he stepped back, putting some distance between our demanding
crotches.  I leaned out to capture his lips again, but he held me that way,
just smiling, our eyes now open and again boring into each other.  His need
was obvious, but he was, apparently, resolute.  "Let me enjoy this," he
said, his voice husky.

"Oh, trust me," I said with a smirk.

"Not that way!"

Jack's hand and body moved so fast I hardly reacted.  He had reached down
and pulled up the boxer briefs and gym shorts and had them, albeit
crookedly, up at my waist and was holding me by the shoulders.

"What the f---"

I couldn't finish it because Jack moved in and kissed me again, adjusting
my waistband with one hand, his other having moved to the back of my neck
and rubbing the back of my head as he kissed me.  I fell into it again, but
this time he sensed when I went from warm to needy and was passing to
enflamed, and before I ignited he pulled back and then stepped back,
leaving me panting for more.

"I LOVE fucking you," he said with great emphasis.  "And I LOVE sucking you
and you sucking me and eating you and everything else we do naked that gets
us sweaty and satisfied."

"Oh, yeah," I rasped, having trouble controlling my breathing as I simmered
inside at his words.

"I also LOVE the idea of having some time together, of getting to know each
other a little more, too, Mads.  The idea of the next time we're naked and
satisfying each other is almost as hot as when we're doing it."

I just stood there, dumb.  I couldn't think of anything to say that
wouldn't involve FUCK ME or GIVE ME YOUR COCK or something.  He was that
damn sexy.  And then after a few moments of an intense stare his face
morphed to a big grin, the one that made my knees weak, and I finally let
slip out a pained moan, which made his grin even wider, more devilish.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he said with a chuckle.  And then he
turned around and said, "I like your place by the way."

To that I laughed, because we were still in my back hallway, and although
he could see into the one large room it led to – my bed-sit as they'd
say in England – he really couldn't see all that much of it from where
we were.  "Guess that's my cue to give you the tour," I retorted.

"Actually it's your cue to offer me your bathroom.  I need to . . . well, I
need to use your bathroom."

I laughed at his reticence to be any more explicit and walked past him,
making a show of adjusting myself in his boxer briefs inside my gym shorts
as I did.  Jack's eyes smoldered a bit, which was enough for me right then,
but damn I wanted more of him!

I walked to the end of the hall, and Jack followed, and I heard him say,
"Oh!" behind me.  No doubt it was because he then saw that there was quite
a bit of space there, a very large master bedroom to the right, open to a
large sitting area to the left with a galley kitchen along the inside wall
of the sitting area backing the hall we'd come in through.  Well, we'd done
more than that – we'd come in through it, and I'd cum IN it.  Hmmm
. . . I owed him for that.

And, as Jack had some uncannily several times already, it seemed he'd read
my mind again.  "Oh, and that DID, in fact, put us at even."

I just laughed, and he did, too.  I pointed through the bedroom area to one
of two doors.  "The bathroom is through there.  Sorry it's not exactly what
you're used to," I said, but was really just ribbing him a little.  "No
urinal in mine!"

He was on the move, and I followed him.  "I'm sure I'll cope," he said over
his shoulder.

"You do that, Mr. Torrance, and do it quick, ok?  I'm next."

He'd opened the door and turned back to me with a smirk.  "I think you
already know I have no problem sharing," he said through a smirk and then
turned and went in.

As I got to the door I heard him unzipping and was torn – do I go and
piss with him or do I wait?  I only hesitated a moment.  I got to the
toilet, and he had heard me coming and moved to stand at an angle instead
of straight in front of it.  He had his beautiful big floppy cock out and I
got mine out, and there we stood, pissing together.

I don't really know how to describe the intimacy of that basic function we
took care of together there.  Like any other guy, I've pissed in front of
other men for most of my life – since I was a little kid, in fact,
probably on account of having two older brothers.  And I've pissed with
plenty of men I was involved with, either just fucking or in a
relationship.  But that time, with Jack, maybe because we were so new and
this was so . . . comfortable . . . now in my own bathroom, both of us,
maybe that was the difference.

"Sure you're not into water sports, Mads?"

His voice jolted me, and I had to move fast to keep from making a mess
. . . which Jack thought was hysterical, based on his laughter.  "Yeah, uh,
I'm sure!" I sputtered.

"I don't know.  You had a faraway look, like you were having a moment
there, watching my cock . . . or was it my piss stream?" he asked, with a
smirk.

He was shaking the last of it out of and off his cock.  "Uh, in case you
haven't noticed, your cock is rather difficult to avoid looking at.  You're
fucking HORSE hung, studman!"

Jack laughed heartily, but I could tell he enjoyed the compliment.  "Well,
I'm exceptionally gratified that you appreciate my equipment.  And, for the
record—"

"What is it with you and `the record'?" I cut in.  "Are you a statistician
or court reporter or something?"  Now it was my turn to shake it off, as he
was zipping himself.

That made Jack laugh even harder.  "No, I'm neither."  And then he stopped
laughing.  "Wish that was actual interest in me and not just some need for
clarification of my manner of speech."  His look was serious as he adjusted
himself in his slacks.

I flushed the toilet and went to one of the sinks, Jack following.  We were
suddenly both very busy washing our hands and avoiding that moment of
discomfort in the aftermath of his observation.

"You wash your hands pretty aggressively.  Surgeon?" I threw out, hoping it
would be funny enough to deflect.

Jack looked at me in the mirror with a smile that I knew – not the one I
loved, but the one that said that might be the best he'd get out of me and
wasn't it sad for both of us.  "I'm in focused conflict resolution," he
stated flatly, reaching for one of my Wal-Mart towels, a good reason to
look away from me in the mirror.  The fact that he didn't follow it by
asking me what I did was in itself condemning.

"Think this limb we're out here on can hold both a man in conflict
resolution AND a bean counter?"  I thought that was pretty clever of me,
actually, and as I dried my hands I studied Jack's reaction in the mirror.

Jack turned to me, not to my image in the mirror.  After an audible intake
of breath, he put one hand on one of mine on the sink counter where I was
leaning.  "If I'm pushing you too hard, Mads, I can stop.  This can be a
great extended trick if that's what you want."  He paused, and I was about
to say something, but he squeezed my hand.  "But let me be absolutely
clear.  I think there's more here, more happening between us than
outrageously great sex, I think it's happening for both of us, not just for
me.  And I promised myself I wouldn't say this, but I am actually older
than you, and I have learned from my mistakes in the past when I had
opportunities and didn't take them.  So I WANT to get to know you
. . . almost as much and, at the same time, more than I want to keep
fucking you."

His hand on mine was all that kept me from just running . . . out of my own
apartment!  But his hand was comforting and loving and encouraging and an
anchor or tether to that spot, all at the same time.

I knew I needed to say something, to move, to do SOMEthing.  And despite
all my reflexes to run, to avoid, to escape, I WANTED to say or do
something, to reach out to Jack.  But I was stuck there, like standing
paralysis.

I finally forced my every energy on moving, and what I managed was my hand,
under his, just the slightest movement, but I was major excited – even
though I was still paralyzed otherwise – by making my hand move.

Jack misinterpreted my movement, thinking I was pulling away, and he slowly
took his hand off mine.  Fortunately that sparked my motor controls, and I
grabbed his hand with my other and pushed it back down on my hand, leaving
my other hand on his.

He looked at me still, but his hand caressed mine below it.  That somehow
sparked me to regain speech, however tentatively.  "I'm here," I said,
realizing it was a fraction of what I had tried to say.

Jack smiled, this one grateful.  "Me, too," he said, using his other hand
to reach out and rub my abs through my t-shirt.  That did it for me –
like a switch was flipped, and my entire body, every muscle previously taut
and immobile, relaxed, and I sort of fell, collapsed into Jack.

Jack caught me – two hundred twenty pounds of dead weight collapsing on
him – without the slightest difficulty, and then his arms were around me
and mine around his.  "Hey," he whispered next to my ear, "Hey, Mads, I've
got you.  We're fine.  It's fine," he murmured.

"I'm really bad at this, Jack.  I'm just very, very bad," I moaned
hopelessly.

We stood that way, him holding me, not saying anything after that.  He held
me tight, and I clung to him, and my panic, which had turned to despair,
finally settled into minor despair offset by probably-false comfort in his
arms.

Jack must have known I'd gotten to a stable point because he kissed my neck
and said, "Why don't we think of something we can do together that's normal
and comfortable, and we can talk on the way there or during, if it's
something we can do and talk."

"Hmmm," I replied, emboldened.  "I can think of a couple of things," I
said, bringing one of my hands around to his crotch.

"UH, I'm male, Mads.  I can't keep refusing sex indefinitely here!"  His
chuckle sounded a little helpless.

"I'm VERY clear," I said with a big handful of his maleness, "That you're
male," I said, biting his neck.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he said, still holding me but letting me handle his cock and
balls, which were clearly enjoying the attention, as I could feel.  The
only counter to my implied proposal was him holding me just a bit tighter,
which might have been because his body was responding to my moves.

And as much as I was enjoying the promise of his hardening cock, I was
strangely aware of him holding me, like he was holding on to me to keep
from abandoning his plan altogether.  I found my teeth, which had been
nibbling his neck, had stopped, and instead I was kissing his neck more
gently and nuzzling him.

After a bit more like that, Jack kissed my neck and softly asked, "Take a
chance?"

I guffawed into his neck.  "Apparently," I said, having no clue if I was up
for it but certain I was giving it a shot.  "I'm thinking . . . we hit the
gym."

Jack backed away from me, still holding me, but now more at arms' length.
"Very poetic, that, given how I first lured you there!"  He was grinning
that irresistible grin.

"How about a compromise?"  I still had my hand on Jack's cock, which seemed
definitely to favor the compromise.

"Oh HERE we go!" he said in mock exasperation, trying to stifle his
laughing.  "What's the offer?"

"Well," I started, giving his cock a very meaningful squeeze through his
pants, "Since it's a few hours until the actual one day anniversary of our
meeting at the gym, we could maybe find a way to spend those hours wisely."

"Uh huh," Jack grunted.

"Uh HUH," I confirmed.  "And it seems like I have agreement from Jack
Junior here," I added, giving the very prominent bulge in Jack's pants
another meaningful squeeze.

Jack laughed and kissed me.  "GOD I want you," he breathed into my lips
when we'd stopped our tongue duel.

"Fuckn A!"  I had got my other hand in my waistband without loosing my grip
on him, now on his huge nuts, which I knew were well-recharged, if the past
seventeen hours was any indication, and I had my gym shorts and his boxer
briefs I'd been wearing down to my knees and was kicking them down to my
ankles.  "One of us seems to be overdressed, Mr. Torrance," I mugged.

"Not for long," he retorted, yanking my shirt up.

"Hey!  I meant you."

"Yeah, well, I like you naked and ready.  What can I say?"

"Grrrrrrrmmmmmmmm," I growled, both my hands now back on him, one with a
good grip on his nuts, the other on his throbbing cock.  "You can say that
ANY time.  Why don't we retire to the bedroom, and you can fuck my brains
out properly?"

"One condition," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"At this point, I'll agree to just about anything," I confessed, squeezing
his cock and balls to remind him of my need and our priority.

"After we fuck, we talk, if only for a half hour, but we TALK to each other
about ourselves.  Deal?"

"Damn, you're good." I hammed.  "CONFLICT RESOLVED!"

"I'll take that as agreement," he said, coming in close and kissing me
again.

"And I'll be taking THIS," I said, squeezing him hard enough to send a jolt
through him.  I enjoyed the moment of his reaction – the way he hissed
when I squeezed him, the way his eyes fluttered.  "My bed.  Now," I ordered
and let loose of my hold on him to head out of the bathroom.

As I turned around, I bent over to pick up my clothes I'd shucked,
purposely planting my feet wide apart so that my ass was well in Jack's
view.  To my surprise, as I was snatching up the clothes on the floor, bent
way over, he grabbed my big low hangers with one hand and ran his finger
along my crack, purposely bumping over my sore swollen fuckentry as he did.
"You'd better be prepared for me," he growled, and I shook my ass at him in
hopes of more hole-to-finger contact and enjoying the pressure on my nuts.
Turnabout was such sweet fair play!  He gave my balls a yank, which caused
me to give a pain/pleasure yelp, and then he teased my hole again, which
caused the yelp to morph into a moan of pure desire.  "Jesus, I can't
resist you!" he growled behind me.

"Let go, and you can have me, unless you're trying to make me your eunuch,"
I said, straining a little against his tight grip on my sac.

To that he thumbed my hole hard and gave my nuts a last snap/yank and then
let me go, shoving my ass forward toward the bathroom door.  On the way I
shoved my clothes into the hamper in the wall by the door.  A fleeting
thought catching up with me as we were passing through the door that really
only Jack's boxer briefs I'd been wearing were dirty, with the residue of
the blowjob after I'd pulled them back on.  "You really are a fucking neat
freak, aren't you?" Jack voice behind me resonated my own thought.  HOW did
he DO that?

To prove the point I stopped at my closet door and propped it open as I
kicked my sneakers off and into the closet and wrestled my socks off.  The
diversion only slowed us a second or two, and I reached behind me to pull
Jack with me as we continued to my bed.

I deftly grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer beside my bed and tossed
it to Jack as I swiveled around to face him and sat down on my bed hard,
cursing as my sore ass hit, but maintaining my motion and getting his belt
in my hands, starting to undo it.  Jack caught the lube, too – points to
both of us for our abilities.  "Shirt.  Off," I ordered, as I had his belt
undone and was unfastening the waist of his pants and already had his
zipper in motion.

Jack stopped in mid-motion as he was pulling his shirt over his head when I
deliberately rubbed his raging hardon with the heel of my hand as I was
pulling down his pants.  "Mmmmmmm," he moaned and then continued with his
shirt, his body tensing again when his gargantuan cock sprung free and I
caught the already slicked-up head in my mouth.  I got a handful of his
hairy bull nuts, too, and I took about half of that monster in my mouth,
his cockknob slamming against the back of my throat as his pants slid to
his ankles.  "OH FUCK!" he shouted and threw his shirt to the side and
grabbed my head and SHOVED his cock down my throat.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" was my response, and
I felt his body react to the jolt of pleasure my vibrating vocal chords had
added.

"FUCK, you just—"

I pulled off his cock long enough to say, "That's fine with `fuck you'
. . . because you will be shortly," I huffed up at him and then swallowed
him deep again.

"You fucking know it, Mads.  I'm going to fuck you until you can't take any
more," he declared, as I worked that cock aggressively with my mouth and
throat and tongue and lips and yanked and squeezed his big hairy nutbag.
"FUCK YEAH!  Show me you want it!" he ordered, and I did, working him HARD
and FAST until I could feel his cock just starting to get harder, his head
starting to flare a little more.

That wasn't the way Jack was going to cum, not that time.  I eased up and
teased his piss slit and clamped my fingers tight against the base of that
telephone pole shaft of his.  Jack hissed loudly and threw his head back,
stretching his magnificently muscle-taut body as I moved my oral work to
his big balls.  "OH FUCK I love the way you suck my cumtanks!" he
exclaimed.

I ice-cream-coned those big hairy balls, together, then sucked one, then
the other, thoroughly laving them as Jack's dripping cock bounced against
my head and his moans all segued one into the other.  His hands were on my
head and on my shoulders, rubbing, groping, clawing at me, but he allowed
me my way with him, so caught up was he in the pleasures I was delivering.

Finally I had him quivering and moaning, his cock had drooled about a
half-quart of precum on my head and neck it felt like, and I was ready for
that cock to be put to its best use.  I let go of my hold on his balls and
scooted back a bit on the bed as I swiped the head of his cock and got a
fair amount of his prejizz on my hand.  I lasciviously rubbed it on/in my
fuckhole with my right hand, ignoring the pain of my abused fuckrim, my
other hand holding my ankle high, so Jack had a perfect view.

He stood there, transfixed, his enormous cock now just THERE, throbbing, as
I slicked myself with his lube.  "Why don't you get out of those shoes and
slacks and finish the job so we can get to the best part," I invited him
with hooded eyes as I continued to play with my entry.

Jack suddenly was a blur of motion, and he was free of his pants and up on
the bed, having pushed me back and had my legs up, my ankles over his
shoulders, all as if in one fluid motion.  He had the bottle of lube and
was rubbing my hole as I writhed against his scissoring fingers inside me.
"God YES, fucking YESSSSSSSSS FUCK ME!" I begged.

And with a swipe over his thick cock with a handful of lube, he had his
massive head at my opening and was pushing inside me.  "Take it.  You know
this is what you fucking want!" he said, as he SHOVED DEEP into me.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" I
yelled at the pain of his incursion, and my head thrashed side to side, my
assmuscles doing their best to eject him.

"You fucking wanted this.  You KNOW you did!" he growled, bottoming out
inside me and shoving my legs back farther so my knees were beside my head
and he could get in just a little farther and grind into me.

That movement, respositioning my ass to get that extra depth, caused his
veiny fucklog to scrape my prostate just enough to turn my agony into
explosions of pleasure, and yes, I did want it, I craved it, I NEEDED his
cock pounding into me until he blasted me full of his seed.  I reached out
and grabbed his furry ass tight and pulled him into me tighter, now it was
me grinding my ass against his groin, working his cock fully buried inside
me.  "FUCK ME!" I begged.  "JUST.  FUCK.  ME!" I repeated.

With a snarl Jack began long-dicking me . . . again . . . and the pain was
far-eclipsed by the pleasure of his thrusts, of his impacts on my prostate
and the friction as his veiny shaft rubbed it all the rest of the way in
and then out again.  And each time his fat knob knocked my button on the
way out, it was another jolt of skyrockets through my body, just like when
it assailed me again with direct impact on the in-thrust.

"So fucking hot, Mads.  Such a hot fucking cunt on you," Jack was saying as
he drove into me again and again.

"OH GOD," seemed to be my only powers of speech at that time, as I repeated
that over and over, sometimes stuttering it as his cock slammed my
prostate.  "OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Jack reached down and got his hairy muscular arm under the back of my neck
and pulled me up and bent down until our faces collided.  He devoured my
mouth, our lips, tongues and occasionally teeth slammed together as his
cock jackhammered me even harder.  I sucked his mouth as if for my life.  I
wanted all of him, every bit of his essence, all my senses needy for all of
him.

I finally felt him thickening impossibly inside me, knowing he was closer.
He was holding himself back, I knew, snarling and growling and moaning,
occasionally coherent with some exclamation or praise.  But I know I could
pull him over the edge, force him beyond his control, make his body give me
what I wanted.

"OH FUCK MADS, OH FUCK!" he mimicked my limited ability to speak, and he
hissed again as I felt his thighs taut against mine as he pounded me
harder.

I mustered the last vestige of muscle control I had and CLENCHED on that
massive fuckrod as it pistoned into and out of me and back into me again,
and his growl was loud and long.  I milked that cock as he slam-fucked me
until I felt his cock as thick as ever I had felt it and hard as iron
inside me, his body going taut.  And just when I was clenching harder
still, determined to pull it out of him from his toes, suddenly my own
balls exploded, and I was thrashing about, spasming around him, and my cock
began to pump my own load out in hard thick blasts, coating my chin and
face as I finally felt the sting of Jack's jizz blasting deep inside my
ravaged fuckchute.  "OH FUCKING FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!" I
yelled as Jack was yelling
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
in one long chorus, both of us together in our ecstasy.

I felt every blast he delivered inside me, and we were still clutched tight
together, both of us crying out into each other's necks and shoulders as we
convulsed through our releases.  I felt Jack's body relax, his tensed
muscles releasing and was aware that my own body was doing the same.  His
back was sweaty against my arms and hands as I gripped him tight, and our
torsos came together as he relaxed down into me, my cumload all over me,
mixed with my sweat, merging with his sweat as our chests heaved together.

Jack kissed my shoulder at the base of my neck but said nothing, just
holding me, and I nuzzled the side of my head against his and tightened my
hug and felt his arm behind me doing the same.

We lay like that, catching our breath, still mated with his softening cock
inside me, still clinging to each other.  We were a gooey mess . . . and it
felt so fucking good!  I loved the feel of his muscled body against mine,
of his sweat-soaked fur against my sweat-and-cum-soaked fur, our fluids
mixing, of my battered butt aching and stinging around his soft cock still
inside me, the sound of our breathing, the stink of our sex better than any
cologne.

Jack finally raised his head and cradled the back of mine with his and
gazed into my eyes for what seemed like a very long, wonderful time.  And
then we kissed again, long, deep, gently, neither of us pressing it.  But
both our cocks finally reacted.  "Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," I moaned as his
started to grow inside my wrecked hole.  And my own cock was half hard
between us, reacting to the kiss and also to the tight warmth of our groins
pressing me between us.

We pulled back from each other without a word, again gazing into each
other's eyes.  He moved as gently as he could to pull out of me, and I
finally took my foot and pushed against his pec and shoulder and shoved him
off me roughly, hissing at the pain of his exit.  "Well, guess you're done
with me!" he laughed, falling over onto his side.

I turned onto my side with an irrepressible groan of pain and faced him
gravely.  "Not.  Even.  Close!"

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