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Part 6 – Gym Stretch
We'd both just blasted our wads into each other's throat in an intense sixty-nine on Jack's big bed, and now we were laying facing each other, and I'd just taken the biggest leap I'd taken in my life since leaving my country and coming to the USA as a freshman thirteen years before. We'd been fucking, sucking and a few other things for several hours since I cruised him at the gym and he did me one better and flashed his bull nutsac and horsecock at me in a long stretch at the gym. And in between he'd said there was more to this connection than stellar sex. I'd resisted because I don't DO relationships, but he was right, and I finally acknowledged it.
I had no fucking idea where this would lead or how I wouldn't fuck it up royally. But strangely, my inner track of mental resistance was quiet, other than butterflies in my stomach. I lay against him and had his enormous cock in my hand, enjoying the feel of it, turgid and getting harder again because of my touch. And I was gazing into his beautiful light-brown eyes, which rolled back every time I squeezed his cock.
"I don't even know how I can be getting hard again this soon or even at all after as many times as I've cum this afternoon," he said.
"You're a stud, Jack – admit it!"
"HA HA. Trust me if you and I start up and you think this is the norm, you're in for a sad disappointment, Mads," he said with a laugh.
"I couldn't even sit down to eat dinner, remember? If this was the norm I'd be running out that door and running the other way any time I saw you after this," I said, totally joking. I was, in fact, aDICKted – there was no question of that.
We lay that way, him now hard in my hand, me hard again between us, both of us riding waves of the endorphin deluge we'd created that afternoon and evening, but neither of us rushing to the next round. It seemed like we'd been laying there, me fondling him, him rubbing so very slightly his groin against my hardon, for a LONG time without any words or anything more than an occasional light kiss by one to the other's neck or shoulder or ear or lips. My mind just floated, and although intellectually I knew I was never idle, never comfortable not doing SOMEthing, my body knew THIS was what I wanted to be doing.
Finally, I tightened my grip on him and as I did and as he tensed and his eyes rolled back again slightly I hissed, "I WANT!"
Jack's eyes snapped open and a prelude to a grin flashed on his face. "You . . . you think you can . . . I mean, you said you're so sore and all but . . . " he couldn't grab the words.
I struggled to get my other hand down there and grabbed his nuts with it – TIGHT – and said, "Just. Fuck. Me. NOW!"
Jack was up in a flash and back with a tube of lube and gestured for me, if I wanted to lube myself. I shook my head, and he pulled my legs up with a big hand around both my ankles. I took over and pulled my upper legs back against my chest, exposing my brutalized fuckhole to him for the next round. I was sore as fuck, but I wanted MORE . . . and I wanted it NOW!
Jack's fingers, though so gentle, at first caused me to hiss in a breath through my teeth to keep from verbalizing the sting. I really was butt-hurt in the true sense of the word. Jack stopped, and I said, "NO, DAMMIT, I want THIS," I spat, grabbing his bobbing hardon.
After that I controlled my reaction and half dreaded and half couldn't wait to feel him inside my sore asshole. When he finally lined up his well-lubed cockhead and pushed, I just pushed back onto him as hard as I could and YOWLED LOUD as I did it, driving myself up onto him. Jack involuntarily shoved IN as I did it, and just like that he was balls-deep in me again. The half of me that was in pain felt like my ass was on fire; but the other half of me WAS on fire, ignited by his entry. "COME ON FUUUUUUCKKKKK MEEEEEEE!" I yelled, rocking myself on that huge skewer up my cunt.
Jack took a few long slow strokes, and I was maniacally trying to get him to go harder by pulling back and shoving back onto him. I wasn't playing – I NEEDED that cock AGAIN, no matter the pain or maybe in part because of the pain. When he finally started slamming into me like he'd shown he loved to do a few fucks earlier, the pain was pushing my mind to that place where it suddenly just forced all relation in my mind to invert, and the pain became pleasure and overwhelmed me.
"FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKK Mads, are you sure—"
"AWWWWWWWWWWWWFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK," I screamed, popping through that mental buttonhole and splashing into the ecstasy on the other side. I had my hands on my feet, my knees behind my ears, and I had a horsecocked stud slam-fucking my cunt and growling and groaning and moaning. THIS was heaven.
I forced myself to ignore a twinge of pain that snuck back through that buttonhole when I started to clench my muscles and massage his marauding cock. "OHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK YES!" he shouted when I did that, and for good measure I cocked my ankle up on his shoulder and got my one hand around and took his nuts in a TIGHT grip. He threw his head back when I did. "AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH," he yelled, but I hung on and pulled those hairy bull-sized cumtanks as I rode with him, fucking back as hard as I could, matching his thrusts and yanking those balls around to remind him I wanted what was in them . . . if there was anything left.
"YOU FUCKING WANT THAT COCK, DON'T YOU BITCH?" I spat down at my face.
He actually did spit, right into my mouth as I was about to reply. It stoked my flames to feel his fluid on my tongue. "FUCK ME GOD DAMMIT! YES I WANT THIS FUCKING COCK!" I yelled, and I squeezed his nuts so hard he literally roared.
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He was slamming me so hard my entire body was jolting, and he began to do to me what he'd done the first time. He would shift slightly and aim for my prostate, knock it so that my entire body would shiver, keep doing it until my head was thrashing back and forth and then back off and miss it with that huge head but just massage it with his veiny shaft for ten or twenty strokes. And then when I was not expecting it he'd SLAM that tennis-ball-sized head into my button on the way in and send me into outer space again, slamming it over and over until I was thrashing like a possessed person.
Jack edged me like that at least ten times – I lost count. Each time I would go from zero to sixty – actually from sixty to two hundred – faster and faster. I had let go of his balls long before. My body would thrash so violently as he pounded my prostate that I couldn't hold on without snapping my spine. I was clawing at his ass, pulling him into me, grinding into him, totally in the controlled power of his fuck.
Our exclamations and cries and moans were constant. And although he could play me and shove me into hyperspace with those well-aimed jackhammer assaults on my prostate, I could also work him with my cuntmuscles too, enough to see his head get thrown back or a particularly loud "OHhhhhhhhhhhh FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" from him.
His sweat was rolling off him and splashing off him down onto me and everywhere, and I was just as sweaty. Add to that a building pool of my precum all over my upper abs and running down my sides. I don't even know how I had anything left in there to come out, but plenty was flowing as he just kept drilling me, powerfucking me, the consummate power bottom, within an inch of my endurance.
I NEEDED his load inside me, needed it to join the rest of his cumloads deep inside me. I fucking WANTED it, and I wanted it NOW. I worked his cock as aggressively as my very well developed assmuscles could, and he shouted, "That'll do it." And then he started slamming my prostate relentlessly, and it wasn't but ten or twelve strokes until that ache in my over-taxed balls went critical and I felt the explosion rip through me. "YEAH, FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK YEAAAHHHHHHHH!" he shouted just as my first blast was ripping up my shaft. "OHHHHHH FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he shouted and slammed DEEPER into me and I felt him pulsing inside me, his seed blasting nine inches or more deep in me.
My head was spinning, and I was sure I'd lost consciousness at least momentarily. Jack was still balls-deep in me but now his body, which had gone totally rigid when he came, was slack above me. I pulled him down onto me, our sweat and my cum splatting as our chests and abs smacked together. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTT" I screamed as his cock pulled out of me a little. Yes, THAT much pain.
"Oh, babe," he said, holding me as well as he could in that position.
BABE . . . wow, how I liked that. But my ass was on fire, and it was just going to be worse when he pulled the rest of the way out. "Let me up, OK?" I said. Jack propped himself up a minute and looked at me, and I gestured with my head toward the bathroom.
"OK, here goes," he said.
I gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes shut, and he pulled out of me quickly. "SHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT!" I yelled. To which Jack pulled my legs up and kissed me gently there and then took a gentle swipe with his tongue. I gasped.
Jack smacked his lips. "I've only eaten my cum out of one guy before. And I'll tell you this right now – I don't know if it was him or if it was me then or what, but he didn't make me want to lap him clean like I want to do with you!"
"Like you DID with me earlier," I offered through a groan or three as I moved my ass getting off the bed.
"Yeah, that was fucking HOT!" Jack said, enthusiastically, and he jumped off the bed. Where the FUCK did he get all that energy when he'd just fucked me for forty minutes the what fifth time or something like that and I could barely fucking move!!! "Hey, tell me you're not pee shy, are you?" he asked.
"Huh? WHAT?" In fairness, I was still a little light headed from ANOTHER amazing fuck and climax AND my ass was sending lightning bolts of pain with every movement I made, so it was natural I was a little slow.
"Pee shy – can't pee with someone watching you or near you. You're not, are you? Because I really want to piss with you," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
"Uh, piss WITH me?" I asked tentatively, now close enough to the bathroom – we'd somehow gotten into the closet – to make this in imminent issue.
Jack put his head back and laughed hard, and he put one big hand out and up on my shoulder. "Don't get scared or anything. Sucking my cum out of your freshly fuck-slimed ass is about as kinky as I get, Mads. But I do want to see you piss, to piss with you – NOT on you or anything!"
"Well, now's your chance, because I'm about to," I said, heading on into the bathroom.
"Hot!" he said behind me. UH, OK . . .
When I turned into the toilet room, I noticed what I hadn't seen before. One wall was a stand-up urinal! HOW FUCKING COOL! He had a one of those tall urinals which go all the way to the floor installed in a tiled area that included tile on the floor and not only the drain in the urinal but also two drains in the tile floor. I turned, and he said, "Cool, huh?" with a big smile.
It was. Very cool. But right then I'd have pissed in a bucket. I walked up and planted my feet and relaxed into it. It took a minute, and then it started and got forceful quickly, and I heard Jack say very softly next to me, "Beautiful."
And then there was a second stream, his, in the urinal, mixing with mine. And damned if I didn't think BEAUTIFUL myself. He finished first and shook off. And when I was down to a last few blasts, I went to take my cock to shake, and Jack knocked my hand away and said, "Please." I looked at him like ARE YOU FUCKING WACKO, but by then he had his hand gently wrapped around my floppy shaft and was shaking my cock . . . and it didn't feel bad at all.
And then he did something that made me both HOT and put off at the same time. He swiped his fingers over my tip and brought them to his lips and licked. I don't know if there was any of my piss there or not after he'd shaken it, but . . . uh . . .
Jack's eyes closed as his tongue swiped his fingers. "Mmmmmmmm." When he opened his eyes a second later he saw me looking at him. "It was just—" he started.
"Jack, are you into water sports?" I blurted.
He suddenly looked worried, a little ashamed. "Was that really gross?" he asked. I just looked at him, and he knew I wanted an answer. "Truth is, I've never done anything remotely like that before, Mads, and I don't even know what made me do it." I didn't know what to say and just kept looking at him as my mind said, BUT IT WAS HOT SEEING HIM WANT YOU THAT WAY TOO, WASN'T IT? "And like I said, I only ever ate my lover's ass after fucking him one time before you, but I HAD to do it with you."
Reminded of that, my body felt like a fire reignited. "That was fucking HOT, Jack," I said.
He squared off with me, pulling me to the side and moving directly in front of me, putting his two hands on my shoulders. "OK, look. This IS more than just amazing sex – I know it is. You are hot and amazing and handsome and beautiful and cute and perfect and . . . Shit, what I am trying to say is that we've got a lot to learn about each other, and probably some of the stuff we did today a normal couple wouldn't do for quite a while when they get comfortable with each other."
"COUPLE . . . Hmmmm . . . . " I was startled to realize I'd said that out loud, and I guess my eyes were wide.
"Relax, babe. Remember, there are two of us on this limb – two, as in a couple. Now it's for us to figure out a couple of what, or said better, what type of couple are we?" I just nodded dumbly. "C'mon, let's take a quick shower and then I'll give you some clothes to put on and we can relax for a bit."
He started to pull away, but I took him by the waist with my hands and pulled him against me and pressed my lips down into his. There I went, kissing again. You fucking know I was!
His arms went around me as mine were around him by then, and we stood there on the edge of his really cool urinal and kissed and kissed. I literally felt weak in the knees, a little squishy, like my body was floating, yet on fire with desire for him at the same time. His fur on his ass as my hands grabbed and rubbed electrified me, just as every sensation of our chest fur, our pecs, abs, groins, cocks and legs together all were like sparks igniting between us. The stink of us, sweaty again and cummy, was heady in and of itself. And our quiet moans and growls into each other as the kiss continued were the perfect sound track, along with our panting.
It was a LONG kiss, and we'd had a few LONG kisses already that day. He broke away this time, and my head just lolled for a minute until I pulled myself together. When I opened his eyes he was looking squarely at me. "God, you're gorgeous!"
I'm not, but I was grateful he thought I was. I just blushed and looked down.
Jack took my hand and pulled me out of the toilet room, swiped the magic panel as we passed and the shower space at the end of the room came alive with sprays. And then we were amidst that deluge again, and he was washing me again, and I was loving it again. My head was spinning at every touch and rub, and I was randomly feeling his shoulders and sides to steady myself as he made quick work of lathering me from head to toe with the big sponge. I finally took it from him and pigged out on the feel of his hard furry body with my free hand and soaped and scrubbed him with the sponge. I also took the opportunity while I was down there to suck in his cock again – soft this time, still big but soft and oh, so yummy – and he literally beat me on my shoulders and back and threatened me that I might wear it out if I didn't give him some rest. His cock argued with him, completely hard when I finally did let it go, and mine to match, so excited I was feeling him get hard in my mouth.
I pushed Jack against the wall and took the liquid soap and filled one hand with it and then I reached down and, careful NOT to touch his bobbing hardon which was difficult because it's so fucking BIG, I took his balls in my hands and lathered them and massaged them. "OH FUCK THAT'S GOOD, Mads," he said softly, the back of his head hitting the marble wall. I worked and worked his balls that way, and he moaned and purred and never moved, just letting me. I tickled behind his balls and got loud "AAAAAA" and "Ohhhhhhhhhh" and then went back to my two-handed work and rubbed and massaged and manipulated those huge nuts and rubbed his sac all over. Finally, when he was moaning continuously, I took my soapy hand and ran it along his shaft and around his cockhead, and his entire body shuddered. I left one hand on his balls and got more of the liquid soap and coated that fuckrod with it and went to work, stroking it determinedly as I worked his balls with my other hand. "I can't, I swear I can't," he moaned at one point, but it was at the point where his cock was steel-hard, his head was flared WIDE, and his body was shaking and writhing, his hands steadying himself against the wet marble wall of the shower. And then he shouted loud and then screamed out a long, painful scream as his cock pulsed in my hand and only a drop or two came out. I kept stroking him, and he deflated quickly, though his spasms increased as his cock deflated. Finally he suddenly grabbed my wrists and stopped me. "JESUS!" he said.
"No," I smirked, "I'm Mads. And I think now we're even."
He looked at me quizzically and then said, "I've lost count!"
"Well, my count is we're even," I said and started to clean him with the sponge.
Jack ripped the sponge out of my hand and said, "I'll take care of that. Get over there and grab a fucking towel."
Somehow we got out of the shower without molesting each other again, though not for lack of want, if Jack's burning gaze and my burning balls were any indication, which they were. I started to wrap the towel around me, but he said, "Hang on – I'll get you something."
I expected a bath robe or something, but Jack hurried out of the bathroom, I heard a drawer, and he came back with some clothes in his hands. He handed me a t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. I started to look at the size, but then I figured I'd just try them. I got into the boxers – which fit perfectly – and he got his on, and DAMN did he look hot in them. As he got his light blue t-shirt, which incidentally matched his boxer briefs precisely, over his head I whimpered audibly as the sight of his incredible torso, fur, rippling muscles, disappeared from my view under a loose t-shirt. Jack looked up and smiled, and then he struck a pose, both arms up, biceps flexed, and his t-shirt just added to that image, making my cock stir. His smile at my obvious appreciation warmed me like a sunlamp, and I must have blushed, I know I looked down bashfully.
Jack took a few steps over to me and wrapped me in his arms, my bare chest against his soft t-shirt, his muscles against mine, cocks together through soft cotton. "You're amazing, Mads," he said. "You make me feel both like a teenager, crazy for you, crazy for sex with you, and like a real man who has met a real man for the first time."
I just held onto him and enjoyed the rumble of his words and the feel of his head against my cheek. I had no idea what that all really meant, but it made me feel great that he felt good, that I made him feel good, that he wanted me . . . because I sure as HELL wanted HIM.
Jack broke our embrace with a kiss to my neck that sent a thunderbolt through me, landing square in my balls and exploding, but he'd already moved away when my muscles caught up to my nuts and went to grab him. Jack smiled widely and laughed, and he took the t-shirt he'd brought for me and unfolded it and put it over my head. My t-shirt and boxers were very dark blue, both with tiny yellow pinstripes down the side-seams. He held me at arm's length and looked at me. "Mmmmm, beautiful," he said. And, yes, I blushed again.
Jack held his hand out. "Let's go relax," he said. I didn't think – I took his hand and followed him.
As we walked through the bedroom we both heard a chirp. "Do you need to check your phone?" Jack asked, stopping by where my gym clothes were piled.
"I, uh," I stuttered, suddenly realizing how many messages and calls I'd probably missed. "Go ahead, Mads," he said, and he walked on. He turned and said, "If you want some privacy, I'll be downstairs. Otherwise, come on down – I don't mind it if you need to return calls or messages."
Another now or never moment, I thought, and I knew Jack could see it on my face, but he didn't react, just turned to go down. "Wait up," I said, quickly grabbing my phone from my gym shorts pocket and catching up with him.
We got downstairs and got settled in a beautiful big room on a big surprisingly warm leather sofa in front of the biggest flat-screen TV I'd ever seen in a house. Thank God the cushions were very soft, which minimized my wince of pain when my mangled ass hit the cushion. "Jesus FUCK!" I let slip. Jack looked at me as I eased into my sitting position, willing my muscles to relax despite the stinging in my ass. "Why is it that the HOT men always are in the 99th percentile for huge cocks?"
Jack laughed. "Thanks for both compliments. And sorry if—"
"Oh, no," I interceded. "No sorrys about what we've done! Oh, hell no – this has probably been the best sex ever for me!" I said, and realized I absolutely meant it.
Jack had gotten us some water – my choice of everything he offered – and he'd grabbed his phone. We were seated, slouched a little, him against the end of the sofa and me next to him, against him. He moved enough that he could put his arm around me, and with his other arm he checked his phone and then put it aside, obviously done with it.
I had my phone in one of my hands and the glass of water in my other. I drank a second time, bringing the water level to about a third and leaned over and put it on a table in front of us and leaned back again. When I did, Jack put his legs out and propped his feet on the table, crossed at his ankles. "Make yourself comfortable. This is my favorite place in the house. And really, I'm sure you've had plenty of activity on your phone you need to take care of. I don't mind, and really, if you need privacy, go ahead."
The end of the now or never moment. "OK, Jack, here's the deal," I said, looking down at my phone.
He squeezed my shoulder. "Mads, relax," he said softly.
"Just let me get this out," I said, more irritably than I meant it to be. Jack just kept his hand on my shoulder, his arm tight around me, and he was quiet. I took a deep breath, and he rubbed my shoulder a little, pulling me against him just slightly tighter, as if he was willing me to relax. "Yeah, I probably have a shit-ton of messages on here," and I took a deep breath, "because . . . on Friday nights I usually hook up with fuckbuds early in the evening and then a friend with benefits later on," I finally blurted out.
I looked up at Jack finally, and he was just looking at me, with the same beautiful smile he'd had before. "Well?" I said.
"Oh, I'm supposed to react to that?" he asked, not snidely, just with obvious surprise.
"Well, I'm definitely not some—"
Jack stopped me with his left hand gently on my face, having not loosened his arm around me, but he had turned slightly toward me. His strong leg was warm against mine, and the friction of his thick fur against my light fur was like static electricity. I forced myself to focus. "Mads, we hooked up at the gym after I flashed my equipment at you. I'm definitely certain you aren't a monk, you definitely weren't a virgin, and I have no judgment about how you choose to spend your time whatsoever. If anything, after what you just told me, I feel pretty fucking studly that you blew off a bunch of men who are probably studs, because it's pretty obvious you're not a sexual minor-leaguer, for me."
His hand hadn't left my face, though his fingers had left my mouth after a swipe over my lips. He'd caressed my face gently again as he spoke, his eyes intense in their hold on mine. I was still a little off-balance by the weight of my confession, and I was off-balance by his easy acceptance of it and his perception of compliment in my choice to be with him. And I was thinking about what he'd said earlier about this turning out to be more than just a hookup, and I was also wondering if he still thought that after what I'd just said. And then there was his obviously different place in life than mine, based on his obvious wealth. Just as I was re-disecting what he'd just said and was focusing on him saying we'd hooked up, thinking that obviously was different than when he said this was more, we'd had a deeper connection, so . . .
"Mads, I'm right here. Talk to me," he said, still caressing the side of my face and holding me with his arm around me.
"OK, so you suspected I'm a slut and now you know," I said, meaning it lighter than the way it came out.
"What I KNOW is that technically that may be true." I inhaled loudly, involuntarily at that, and Jack rubbed his hand on my shoulder. "AND I know that it's inconsequential, at least as it is just background, and what's far more important is that I KNOW you're a beautiful, sexy, sexually talented, smart man who's absolutely far more to me than a hookup."
He just looked at me. And I had nothing coming to me to say. Lamely, I said, "Really?"
"OK, Mads, here's a fun fact about John Trevor Torrance. Ready?" I had started a bit at the vehemence of his response, and I just nodded my head slightly, quickly. "Unless it's for a purpose in a business negotiation, or unless it's to ease my mother's troubled soul about her most wayward son," to which I snorted, and his very straight face cracked just a tiny bit, "I NEVER say ANYthing I don't mean. Including using `never' in that sentence. That's just something you need to know about me. So, my beautiful studly man in my arms and, recently, in my bed and shower, as you so eloquently put it, yes, REALLY!"
My whole body went slack at that with relief for worry and tension I hadn't even realized I had. Jack guided my head over onto his shoulder and kissed the top of my head. "This isn't going to be boring or predictable, is it?" I said, my arm rubbing his warm thigh.
"I didn't predict you'd come home with me, Mads, even though I fantasized about it the moment I saw you, saw how HOT you are and that you were looking at me and decided that my stupid mistake in not realizing that the liner in those old workout shorts was completely slit open was a very lucky break indeed for me. And I sure as hell didn't predict that you'd not only rock my world, my very sexy stud, but that you'd rock my entire life and future."
I rubbed my hand up under his t-shirt until my hand was between his ripped furry pecs, over his heart. "Me, too, Jack – me too bigtime!"
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