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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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