Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2014 11:01:55 -0500 From: Mads van Duessen Subject: Gym Stretch Part 13 Hope you enjoy reading my stories. If you do enjoy these types of stories and the convenience of entertaining yourself with a few clicks, PLEASE donate to nifty.org using this URL/link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Part 13 – Gym Stretch I laid there, Jack's thickly muscled furry arms around me and his slightly sweaty warm softly-pelted muscular chest and abs against my back. I was really having two experiences at once. I wanted to grind my ass against his cock until I could get it inside me and ignite his fuckengine which had the horsepower of a gladiator and then some. At the same time I wanted to lose myself in Jack's body encasing me. As he'd done so many times in the twenty-four hours since we met, he was inside my head and voiced what I was thinking. "Relax and enjoy the moment . . . and the pleasure you're giving me by letting me savor what we just did together." His soft deep voice in my ear and warm breath on my neck was intoxicating. My ass stayed immobile. In fact, the only part of me that moved was my head, and that just slightly, just enough to nuzzle the side of my face against his. And I cooed . . . or moaned . . . or something decadently indulgent. It didn't matter – it surprised me either way. "I was thinking that maybe . . . " His words trailed off, and he kissed my neck, gently, but prolonged contact, and then nuzzled his face against mine again. "What were you thinking?" I asked quietly, when it was clear he wasn't going to finish telling me his thought. "You're going to tense up and want to run if I tell you," he answered, his arms around me tightening. I thought about it, and there was a track in my head screaming to let it go, to finish this moment, get my lights banged out again and move on to discourse I could participate in without danger. Instead I found different words passing my lips. "I can't think of anything that you could say that could make me want to be anywhere, any WAY, but just like this now." TRAITOROUS MOUTH! Jack squeezed me and gave me a long kiss at the base of my neck on my shoulder. My entire body tingled and craved him, craved him fucking me, marking me, making me his again and again. But this calm me, the me that had just spoken, the me that moaned earlier, the me that wanted to just be held against him, that me was . . . hopeful. "I . . . was . . . thinking . . . " he began hesitantly and paused again. I was going to wait – I was NOT going to fill the gap this time, no matter how much one part of me wanted to deflect this, wanted to protect me, to avoid the danger of what was building between us. "Well, shit," he said and laughed, his body jostling me as he laughed against me. OK, that wasn't what I expected. "Give me a minute here, Mads," he choked between deep laughs that I could feel he was trying to get under control and couldn't. "This must be good!" I observed, with less enthusiasm than I felt. "I can't wait to laugh, too." He was probably realizing that whatever sweet thing I'd been hoping he'd say to me was too ridiculous to say, even in jest. He finally calmed and pulled me back tight against him and kissed my neck again. In my ear he whispered, "You make me feel so uncertain of myself, like a teenage boy with his first crush." OK, maybe I wasn't wrong. He continued before I could speculate on the myriad possibilities of what he was going to say next. "I'm just going to say this. I don't care if we only just met. I'm falling for you. There, I said it!" His voice had been a bit loud in my ear in his determination to get it out, and I guess the fact that I was straining my head sideways away got his notice. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to yell." He kissed my ear. I waited for the "maybe" he'd been thinking, but he seemed to be stopped, and that seemed like it meant I was supposed to say something. And I had no fucking clue what to say. I'd hoped he'd say something stupidly mushy more than I knew he shouldn't, for both our sakes, because I'm not a good risk in this area. A terrible, disastrous one, based on the past. I hugged his arms against me and said, "That was nice. And what were you thinking that maybe before?" "I . . . was . . . thinking . . . that . . . . . . . . . . Oh fuck this!" He startled me with the words and also by flipping me over until I was facing him. He'd held me and was holding me against him, but we were face to face, his head back so that we could focus on each other. "The second I saw you I wanted to fuck you . . . and about ten thousand other intimate acts that flashed through my head. And I still want the other nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-some we haven't done yet. OH FUCK do I want those!" he said, his eyes turning to fire. "Sounds fucking awesome to me, Jack!" I jumped in, having lost my nerve but knowing this was my sweet spot. "We can pick up on that punchlist right now in fact," I offered helpfully, reaching down and taking a big handful of his amazing cock and bull balls. Jack's eyes rolled back and he growled through a moan. "FUCK I love it when you-- WAIT, dammit!" he ordered, and he pulled my arm roughly off his awesome manparts. I whimpered and moued an exaggerated pout. "JESUS FUCK, Mads, would you let me just get this out?" he bellowed, and it shocked me. "Trust me you'll be doing a lot of cock-handling VERY soon!" he promised. I'd stiffened my entire body involuntarily, and I'm sure my eyes were wide, fixed on his face. I could only nod. "I WAS THINKING MAYBE," he started, "We could grab a protein shake and a shower and take our time before thinking about dinner and then we could go out and spend more time together and MAYBE, just MAYBE we could get to know each other a little. I kind of like to know something about the guy I am pretty sure I'm falling in love with cock-first." The L-word stunned me, but his delivery delighted me, and I couldn't stifle a guffaw. "There, I fucking said it!" he said, lowering his gaze. "Now you know what's going on in my head – the big head this time, because you know you definitely won over the little head yesterday within minutes! Go ahead, laugh. I'm sure this happens to you all the time. You're such a hot young stud, you are such a fucking AMAZING sex-acrobat. And you're so sweet. And I'm just falling off the deep end here—" "Shuddup!" I said forcefully, this time my hand covering his mouth, as he'd done – far more gently – several times to me. And, this time, it was he whose eyes went wide. He, being HIM, could speak though, unlike me, before. "Sorry for all that." His eyes were locked on mine, but his voice was tentative. "OH NO, no way you are allowed to be sorry for any of that . . . except maybe the part about THIS happening to me all the time." He blinked a couple of times, too fast, but he didn't break out gaze. And I gave it some time to just sink in and for the room to stop spinning in my head from what I knew I couldn't stop myself from saying. "I didn't mean anything about you, Mads, when I said that, just that I couldn't imagine any man having you and not falling for you," he clarified softly, his hand caressing my face. I nuzzled my face into his hand and luxuriated in the feeling of him touching me. "So . . . yes." "Yes?" I opened my eyes again and grinned at him. "Yes, but let's get the protein drink before the shower. I'm just guessing here, or maybe I'm hoping, but I think we both might need the nourishment." "Is that a yes to the rest, too?" he asked, a bit tentative again. I leaned in and kissed him, and it was another long, passionate kiss that lit me from my toenails to the ends of my short hair, but I didn't insist, and neither did he, and we just lingered, licking, sucking and rubbing our lips together. "It's definitely a yes to all of it," I answered through a grin. "And remember, you're not falling anywhere, Jack. We're here on this limb together." I kind of wished we were in Jack's shower, with the water streams from every direction and the cool digital controls. But mine was awe-worthy, just on a lesser scale, and had plenty of room for two men to enjoy each other in it. And enjoy each other we certainly did. Fueled by a quickly-blendered protein drink, which Jack pronounced excellent – I was a little giddy over his praise and his open appreciation for the results of my hard work renovating my kitchen and my condo overall – and we had PLENTY of energy. We'd taken our time soaping each other in the shower, lathering each other with my inferior-to-Jack's wash cloths, enjoying every wet soapy curve and contour of each other's body until I finally grabbed Jack's nuts while I was stroking his magnificent cock and yanked him toward me. I turned around and pushed it against my very very sore hole, which didn't seem to mind too much at that particular moment, and I shoved myself back onto him, getting about four of his inches inside me with a loud "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" I couldn't help loosing when my ruined hole was breached again . . . and my traumatized mancunt's muscles reflexively pulled him right in. "You fucking wanted it," Jack growled and shoved me into the wall. "FUCK YES! FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" As my body hit the shower wall, his balls slapped into my ass, and his pubes ground into my crack when he bottomed out. "You wanted it, now TAKE IT!" he growled louder, arching his back and slamming his groin into my butt, every inch of him DEEP inside me. Oh, FUCK, I was in heaven! That massive fuckrod thrashing my chute had my head spinning within seconds, the intensity of the pain and the magnitude of my elation at having my man fucking me, having him using my hole to satisfy his man-needs, it was all making me howl and float and soar and desperately fuck back all at the same time. "Fucking GIVE IT TO ME, Jack. Just fucking use me!" It was rough and loud and seemed to go on forever but not nearly long enough. I felt his shaft like steel inside me and his head like a tennis ball now ripping through my chute in oh such incredible ways. My entire being was dependent on his conclusion, his seed inside me after fucking me makes him lose all control and he emptied himself into me. I was working his cock with every bit of my control and strength and ignoring the pain in my mancunt. I'd once been gang-banged – a gift from my best friend on my twenty-fifth birthday – by twenty-five guys. If even a quarter of them had been hung like Jack, I'd probably have ended up in the ER. I thought afterward, for the week or ten days when I couldn't take a step or even move without being reminded rudely by my aching ass, that this must be what it's like for athletes who play through their injuries and ignore the pain. It made me proud to have taken it. And I was proud, now, besides all the ecstasy, to be giving my man this, to be enabling the satisfaction of his manly need. I redoubled my effort to get my man off. I fucked back onto him as hard as I could, and in doing so arched my back and shoved my ass out enough that his cockhead nailed my prostate. "OHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK!" I shouted, and I went crazy fucking myself on his cock as he pounded me onto the lauchpad and straight to blastoff. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as this climax ripped through me like an earth-destroying earthquake right as Jack's thrusts got hard enough that if I wasn't cumming, I'd probably have worried for my tailbone and his pubic bone. "OH FUCK I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMINNNGGGGG DDAAAAMMMMNNNAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" his shout rang out over mine and over the pounding sprays. The last thing I sensed was his seed blasting deep inside me, the sting as intense as the pain of the assault . . . and just as bliss-inspiring. We were in a heap, still standing, against the shower wall, water still whooshing around and over us, Jack still inside me, both of us struggling for breath, based on our bodies heaving against each other. "Fuck, Jack!" I exclaimed with what little strength I had. "I think we just did that," Jack said with a laugh. And then he slowly pulled out of me. "Hoerenjong!" I shouted through clenched teeth, clenching my fist! "Sorry," Jack said, leaning in and kissing my ear as I was still pounding my fist against the shower wall. "And I sincerely hope that did NOT mean what I think it did about my mother!" Jack wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me into him. He felt wonderful. And he made me feel wonderful. I turned my head so we could awkwardly kiss. "I didn't mean it literally," I said, when we came up for air. Jack easily flipped me around and kissed me properly. "DUH!" He was grinning that grin at me again that made my entire body flush. "God, you're amazing," I thought but realized I voiced as I gazed at him . . . wet, furry, ripped, HOT! The way you fuck me, even when we're standing with our height difference, GODDAMN you're fucking amazing, Jack." Jack actually blushed a little – that or the water had gotten hotter and I didn't realize it. When he looked down sheepishly, I knew I was right about the blush. "Am I embarrassing you, stud?" I teased him and put my hand in front of one of the sprays and angled it to go directly at his face. "I can't wait to get you in my pool and have a waterfight with you – you're so going DOWN!" he said, after he'd shaken the water off his face. "I'll go down with you ANYtime, stud!" I waggled my eyebrows for good measure and looked down and made a slurping motion with my lips. "Okay, okay, I need to learn to not give you an opening like that, don't I," he laughed. "As long as you remember that I give YOU an opening," and at that point I turned and didn't quite twerk but close to it, "To you ANYtime," I finished, looking over my shoulder. Jack just laughed and shook his head. "You're a handful, Mads." I turned and reached and took his formidable parts in my hand and hefted his big cock and heavy hanging balls. His look was suitably changed to enjoyment of my hand on him, despite his desire to stay away from the sexual right now. "And you, Mr. Torrenz, are MORE than a handful." I gave his parts another appreciative heft. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I added. As he let out a moan, I felt him growing in my hand, and that was exactly the opening I'd been waiting for. I was down on my haunches and almost had him in my mouth before he reached down, caught me under my pits and hoisted me up to face him. I exaggerated a pout. "There's plenty of time for more of that, Mads," he said silently, his gaze deep in my eyes. He kissed me very softly, and I was swooning and appreciated that he hadn't let go of his hold on me. "Plenty of time," he said and hugged me to him. The water, the intimacy, the aftermath of the kiss . . . I was just floating there in his arms. He flicked off the nozzles at some point, and all the spray stopped, but we just stood there holding each other. I liked this. I could get VERY used to this. When Jack moved us around so that he could reach the towels outside the shower, I started to think again. "We're all clean – wouldn't it be a shame to waste our squeaky clean bodies by covering them with clothes instead of saliva, sweat and cum?" Jack just laughed and began toweling me off. "Don't get me wrong, Mads. If I have to have you over-initiating sex or disinterested in sex with me, I'm way on this side of things. But we're going to go have some dinner and spend some time together where we're NOT ejaculating. OK?" I barked out a laugh when he said "ejaculating" – I couldn't help it. "Cumming, Jack – that's what we've been doing. Ejaculating, to me anyway, is far more clinical – like what happens at the end of a session in a sperm bank or something." This time Jack laughed. "Well, in a way, I've BANKED plenty of sperm in the last day!" We both laughed at that, and somehow the drying continued without diversion. We were, not long later, talking heading to his house for him to get some dinner-suitable clothes and where we were going for dinner . . . with appropriate warnings about NOT jumping each other at his place and NOT jumping each other in the men's room at the restaurant or either of us ACCIDENTALLY dropping something and going under the dinner table. It was actually very fun, maybe fueled by our endorphin rushes, but light and full of laughs all the way to his place and while he changed. I did, however, comment on how HOT he is naked – MAN that bod is tight and furry and RIPPED! WOOF! But somehow we got out of there, both of us dressed like upscale metrosexuals and seated in a prime booth in a restaurant I'd only ever been as a business guest because it was far out of my budget. Jack had made it clear it was his treat; I'd argued on principle but not as much as I should have because DAMMIT if I wasn't still just fucked silly over this incredible man and, basically, agreeable to anything. We talked, too. For me it was more babbling – guess all the fucking over the previous day had just pushed me over the edge into giddiness or something. After we'd got through family (he has none; I have PLENTY), jobs (his somewhat vaguely entrepreneurial and European-based; mine boring bean counter at a university), pets (none for either of us), past relationships (both had some, none of which worked out; my stalker ex, now in jail, won for the most bizarre), then it got a little tougher. "How about we talk about us now, Mads?" Jack asked, looking deep into my eyes and holding one of my hands with one of his on top of the table. I didn't even try to pull away or tense. It was an inevitability in my mind now. As much as I'd fought it initially, knew it would end in flames and by now was allowing myself to want it NOT to, I knew this was a chance I had to take if Jack was willing to have me. "I like that word – us," I said, smiling broadly at the most handsome man in the restaurant. Jack's reaction was more than I'd expected. His eyes actually got a little teary when he responded. "Wow, Mads, thank you for not only not flinching or tensing or deflecting this time but for giving me that. I feel like such a schoolboy here about you. But I KNOW we have something here other than nuclear sex." It wasn't work to stay relaxed – I'd resolved to and to take this leap and now I wanted it. "You have to understand about me, Jack. I'm TERRIBLE at relationships – TERRIBLE with a capital T. I told you about my incredible boyfriend in university whom I cheated on and broke his heart . . . and mine. And I told you about my last boyfriend who I drove crazy enough to stalk me. And my almost boyfriend after that who went wacko and went to jail for assaulting me and a police officer. Those are just the ones I've had time to tell you about!" OK, maybe I wasn't relaxed now – my pulse was racing, and I knew I was right – I was a terrible risk and had no business even thinking about a relationship, much less with a hot, sexy, smart, nice, obviously-well-established, grounded man like Jack. I'd seen but hadn't processed that, without letting go of my hand, Jack had gotten out of his end of our half-circle booth and now stood in front of me. He bent down and kissed me – gentle but lingering. He pulled back from my lips, and I opened my eyes again to see him just looking at me. "I'm prepared to kiss you to stop you any time you say anything like that about yourself, Mads." "You might have to do that a lot," I said softly, looking at my plate on the table. He bent down again and this time used his other hand on the back of my head to pull me into his kiss roughly and to scorch my mouth with his hot, purposeful kiss, completely ravishing me with just his lips and tongue. When he pulled back from me that time, I moaned louder than I should have in the restaurant, and looked up at him longingly. "BUT, I'd much rather kiss you like that . . . A LOT . . . instead of having to deter you from self-deprecation." I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. I just wanted more of THAT. More of HIM. Jack caressed the side of my face and then sat back down across from me. "Just so I make myself clear to you, Mads, I don't allow anyone to malign anyone I care about, even if it's himself. That may sound possessive to you or controlling, but it's just the way it is with me." "I want you to possess me," I blurted out, apparently louder than I had intended, because Jack's eyes flicked around the room quickly and then back to me, and I saw at least two tables of people near us looking at . . . ME! "Ooooops!" At that, Jack just threw his head back and laughed, and his grip on my hand was tight and affectionate at the same time. "Well, Mads, one thing we're certain of – or at least I am – is that this will never be boring!" I laughed with him, my face heated from my blush. "Here's my idea," he started, his laughter having abruptly ended. "I'm all yours," I threw out, only realizing that I'd said yours instead of ears when he laughed again. "Well, then, we'll call that a deal!" Jack quickly asserted. I laughed. "Uh, OK, but what was the deal we just made, just so I'll know if I screw it up." "Do I need to kiss that talk away again, Mads?" Jack said, his eyes very seriously boring into mine. I was suddenly flustered. I really wanted him to kiss me, but I also really didn't want to disappoint him. And I didn't want to screw up anything between us, either, and clearly he wasn't allowing me to think it was an inevitability, with the only variable being when. "I'm sorry, Jack. I don't want to screw anything up. I meant what I said before, but I also know that it's not comfortable for you when I focus on my weakness in this area. But it was a light-hearted comment, and you might have to give me some grey area on this as you wean me off my reflexive thoughts." "Wow!" Jack beamed at me, and I felt myself flush again, embarrassed and also thrilled by his obvious approval. "What?" Jack just held my gaze, beaming. "In a day, we've gone from you deflecting any thought or talk of any future condition involving us to allowing me in, to giving way to me on your self-deprecation and to our future." The wetness in his eyes came again. "We're going to have something here, Mads. And it's going to be everything we've had – as HOT as it's been between us, AND so much more. I know it is." He squeezed my hand then and blinked his wet eyes hard. "So what was that deal we made without me knowing it before, just so I'll know how to best take advantage of the benefits?" Jacks eyes were wide and full of . . . admiration. And that filled me with something that almost made me choke or sputter or something, I wasn't sure, just that it was a great but very overwhelming feeling. "What I was going to say before was this: why don't we both just give ourselves to the other? I meant I'll jump in, you jump in, and we both agree that whatever happens we'll be in it together and work it together, but whatever happens, I'm yours and you're mine. And you – even though you misspoke, but I think maybe you KNEW, inside you, what you were saying and it wasn't really misspeaking but really you just agreeing before I voiced it – said you're mine. At least I hope you're willing for that interpretation to prevail." This time it was I who got up and went to him and kissed him, deeply and longingly. "I'm yours, Jack – all yours," I murmured against his lips. After another kiss, that one longer and deeper and hotter, I pulled away and went back to my seat. "And in case you're wondering, I've never said that to anyone, Jack. Nothing even close to that. So this is a jump for me – a leap." Jack's smile was devilish. "After that kiss, Mads, I can't even think logically anymore. All I can think of is getting you out of here and to somewhere private and getting naked with you again!" "Oh, NO!" My refusal took him aback, and I laughed at his reaction. "I want the WHOLE dinner you promised me, and I still have a fancy dessert and an overpriced coffee in my future! Besides, next dinner is on me, and it won't be in a place like this, so it'll be a while before I have this chance again." Jack just laughed. "Good thing anyway, because if you'd taken me up on that, I'd have to have you walk in front of me or I would have made a major scene, as worked up as you have me right now!" "I don't think I'm stressing this limb we're on here by saying I bet I won't have any problem revving you right back UP again when we get to where we can act on that." "We're going to be amazing, Mads." Jack's look was at the same time certain and also deeply wanting. "You can bet MY ass on that!" I responded with a wink. And I signaled the waiter to get the dessert and coffee part DONE so we could GET TO IT! If you enjoyed yourself reading this and want to send me feedback, it's welcome: madsvand@gmail.com. Now do not forget: being entertained this way with a few clicks and scrolls costs money for the site to be maintained to keep this available for us. PLEASE donate to nifty.org using this URL/link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html