Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2014 11:01:55 -0500
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: Gym Stretch Part 13

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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!

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