Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 18:04:02 -0500
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: Gym Stretch Part 5

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The first installment of Gym Stretch started with . . .

I was close to finished stretching in my gym's free-style area, when I
noticed a HOT older guy who I'd seen around campus.  He shucked off his
hoodie and was ready to go, starting his own stretching routine across, on
the other side of the same area I was stretching in.  And when I say HOT
. . .

And the fourth ended with Jack and me, stinking of sex AGAIN, headed to
bathe after three wild fucks and an intense blowjob . . .

"Mads, I know we just met a few hours ago." He paused, and I was about to
stay something when he gulped and then continued.  "What I am trying to say
is . . . well . . . I feel like we have an opportunity here, and I don't
want to lose it.  I want us to . . . " and he stopped.

"Shower again because we stink of sex again?" I lobbed into the pause.  He
laughed, but there was that tinge of regret again in his eyes, and that
made me feel like a dick.  "OK, sorry, I just really am very bad at this
kind of stuff, Jack."

"Come on," he said, moving and wrapping his arm up around my shoulder and
moving me with him.  "Take that bath with me.  Talk to me," he said softly,
guiding me back toward the stairs.

I walked with this hot man I was literally aDICKted to.  It seemed in my
mind like my consciousness was split, between wanting to melt into Jack and
hold him for as long as I could and the other side of me was telling me I'd
already gone way too far, enjoyed this too much, needed to get back to my
own safe space, both literally and figuratively.  The staircase ahead of us
seemed like the Rubicon.

And just as I was about to tip over to the influence of that
self-preservative impulse and express my thanks and need to go, to be
somewhere, anywhere, Jack leaned over and stretched up and kissed the back
of my neck . . . and I melted . . . and slipped my arm around him and
pulled him tight as we continued toward the staircase.

Gym Stretch Part 5

The decision, however coerced, pushed some of the noise in my head to the
background.  I enjoyed the feel of him, even the awkward bumping as we
walked through Jack's apartment joined my his arm reaching up to be over my
shoulder and mine down around his waist.

I also had a flash of heat go through me when I realized we'd been naked
for hours together.  Images of his hot furry muscular body seared my mind's
eye, but also just the easy comfort of being naked with him, walking
through his apartment, being in his kitchen while he prepared and, much
later after a sex-delay on the play, while we were eating.  Easy was the
best description – easy, comfortable, enjoyable.

I leaned my head to the side and rubbed my face on the top/side of his
head, the few inches difference in our height causing me to get more of his
sexy brown hair against my stubble than skin.  Either way, any – all! –
contact with him was HOT!  In response, Jack stretched and tweaked my
nipple with his fat fingertip, sending a jolt from that nip straight to my
nuts and cock.  "Ummmm, like that?" he said, doing it again, and sending
another jolt through me.

I looked down, and my cock was stiffening . . . again.  "Couldn't deny it
if I tried, could I?" I laughed.  "God, you play my body like an instrument
after this short a time, what will happen when we've –" I stopped
abruptly, both speaking and walking.

Jack moved his hand from over my shoulder to up on the back of my neck and
massaged it – amazing technique for one-handed, I must say, though I
already knew his big hands were talented.  "Hey, don't get ahead of
anything, Mads," he said.

I was looking down at the stairs in front of us, and again the noises in my
head were telling me we'd gone too far, I'd let myself get too into this,
into HIM, that it was a fool's errand to respond to the potential because
it always ended badly anyway.  JUST WALK AWAY NOW, my thoughts urged, JUST
ENJOY THE AMAZING SEX AND THE ENJOYABLE TIME WITH HIM AND WALK THE FUCK
AWAY!

Jack turned enough to face me but to still be able to massage my neck.
DAMN that felt GOOD.  And then he put his other hand flat on my abs, like
he'd done before, and very slightly rubbed my mounds of muscle with his
warm hand.  I looked at him then, and I saw his handsome studly face.  Our
eyes met again.  "You're not making a life commitment by taking a bath with
me and talking about the possibilities, Mads," he said softly, and he moved
his hand which had been massaging the nape of my neck around and caressed
the side of my face again.

FUCK THE SUGGESTIONS.  I leaned down enough to press my lips against his
and brought my hand around to the back of his head and played with his hair
with my fingers while I kissed him.

First it was a gentle kiss, then we both ignited.  My cock was hard, and
his was hardening as we jammed ourselves against each other and groped and
pulled and hugged and sucked each other's faces.  It wasn't until later
that I thought to check to see if our intense face sucking had caused any
of my teeth to be chipped after the number of times mine knocked against
his.

Our moans and growls into each other's mouths, his one leg locked around
one of mine, humping into me, it was all just uncontrollable.  The breaths
I managed to get through my nose were ripe with his sweat from our sex
after we'd showered before, and the scent alone would have made me
light-headed and hot for him.  And the taste of him on my lips, in my
mouth, the feel of his tongue as I sucked it HARD in my mouth . . . MAN!

I was the one to finally push away and push him back, a little too hard
based on the surprised look on his face.  "FUCK!" I said.

"Oh, DEFINITELY!" he said, and he moved toward me again.

I laughed and held him back.  "Uh, unless you want to be carting me to the
ER, that particular functional area of my body needs some . . . recovery
time."

He reached out and grabbed my rock hard cock, causing my body to react, and
his eyes were smoldering, his face nearer to mine again.  "DUDE, as hot as
you get me I'd take this if you're not ready for it again."  "Down, boy," I
said, swatting his hand away playfully.  "I can't even believe that thing
is hard again.  Who the fuck are you and what have you done to my penis?" I
laughed.

He reached out and took it in his searing hot hand again, and my entire
body shivered, hard enough that he took his other hand and steadied my
shoulder.  My eyes rolled back, too.  DAMN this man had the way about him
with me!  "I'm the guy YOU just blew and literally blew my mind," he said,
quietly, and I noticed his chest against mine, his breath close to my lips.
"AND," he continued, with a firm squeeze on my cock, "I'm the guy who's
thrown every vestige of his dignity out the door and is telling you I want
you any way I can have you, as much as you'll give me of you.  That's who I
am.  And in case you missed it, YOU are the STUD who's taken me, both my
cock, my loads and my desires."

I'm sure it wasn't, but it seemed like we stood together like that forever
until I finally said, raspily – where was my voice anyway? – "And
we're the two guys who reek from our sex and are headed to your bathroom to
clean up."

"And talk," he reminded, and before I could respond he added, "About this,
about us."

With his hand on my cock, not even my saner thoughts could comment.
"Yeah," I said, but more enthusiastically than I expected.

So filling in some details here, I have to add to my impression of Jack's
apartment and, by extension, about him.  The building he lived in was in a
nice area of town, downtown-adjacent in the "Knowledge District", the other
end of that area from where I lived.  I'd not paid much attention to the
building other than to notice it was nicely kept, and the lobby area was a
little grand, not as modern as mine.  Jack lived on the third floor –
well, actually, the fourth floor here in the USA, a manner of reference
which was still not second nature to me after almost thirteen years here –
which we got to by vaulting up a fairly nice, maybe even grand staircase.

Once we were inside, I didn't notice anything other than that he had
multiple levels until after he'd fucked me twice we decided to shower.  And
then he took me through a big room which I realized was a huge closet and
into an equally huge bathroom.  Both the closet and the bathroom were
elegantly appointed.  The closet had racks of what looked like expensive
suits, coats, slacks and shirts, and it had shelves upon shelves with
folded clothes, vast spans of drawers and a triple rack of shoes that ran
the either length of every wall.  All of it looked pretty full at the
glance I'd had.  I really was too hot for anything other than getting under
the hot water with him, still naked, so I didn't think about the obvious
conclusions – either he was a total clothes whore or he was rich
. . . or both.

The bathroom was amazing.  Wide tall walls of marble, slate floor, a room
with a toilet and a bidet in it, two long sink counters, the sinks raised
glass bowls and the hardware gleaming oiled antique brass or something.
And at the end of the bathroom, after a padded bench, was an entire space
as big as my closet at home that was a walk-in shower space.  It turned out
that it had more sprays than the fountain at the Bellagio hotel, and there
was a four-foot-square area of the ceiling that dropped sprays from there.
AMAZING, but again, I hadn't really thought much about it more than
enjoying being in it with Jack, naked, still horny, guys fucking around.

His bedroom was huge with a big king bed, but I honestly didn't retain much
else.  Note to self: take a better look when we got back upstairs.

The downstairs, I noticed when we went down to get some food, was vast and
pretty open.  Three sides had windows, a big sitting area, another looked
like a study, a huge kitchen which, like the bathroom, looked like some
celebrity's mansion or something.

On the way back up the suspended staircase I looked out and around and took
in more rich but sparse and understated furnishings.  It was a beautiful,
elegant space, but not oppressive like some people's spaces were when they
had money to buy many things.  Comfortable and pleasant – not a
spectacle of conspicuous consumption.

And going back through the bedroom and closet I reinforced the same
impression – rich, definitely, but also tasteful and comfortable, not
for show, or at least not for show at the expense of function.  When we got
in the bathroom and Jack hit a panel on the wall, making it come to life,
and punched a few buttons which obviously responded but silently, I noticed
then the temperature readings as six – yes, SIX – water spouts
started in a massive tub around the corner from the toilet room.  "So
that's how you controlled the shower water flow and temperature, isn't it?"
I asked.

"Yeah," Jack said, "Here, let me show you."  And with something close to a
giggle he added, "It's so cool!"  And I admit it was.  An entire touch dark
glass touch panel that looked more like the Starship Enterprise than a
bathroom, much less the bathroom of a trick of mine.  And it wasn't just
the bathroom; no, it controlled everything from the faucets in there to
thermostat anywhere, lights, drapes, shutters, blinds, alarm system, music
system.  All the while he was showing me, water was WHOOSHING into the tub,
and Jack went on and on showing me all the fun things the panel did,
everything it controlled, and while we were selecting music.

I started to worry about the tub overflowing.  It was literally huge –
like four men our size could easily fit – but the faucets were huge and
there were six of them.  Just when I was going to ask if we should go in
and check the water level, the water stopped.  I whipped my head around,
looked in to confirm what I'd heard then shot my eyes back to him and the
panel.  "Did you do that?" I asked, almost accusatorily, but really just
wondering.

He laughed.  "No, look," he answered, and he went back to the bathroom
menu, the bathtub control section and showed me the setting for
"MEDIUM-HIGH WATER LEVEL".  It even had a sensor to know when it was full.
"C'mon, the water will start getting cold."

He led me in, and once in that nook of the bathroom I realized how vast it
was, including windows all along the tub with a nice view out.  There were
steps down into it, as Jack showed me, and they even had a texture that
caused my foot to grip and not seem the least bit in danger of slipping.
Once we were standing knee-deep in the hot water – perfect temperature,
of course – I wondered how we were going to be in the tub.  It was
certainly large enough for four men, as I'd see from the distance, but now
standing in it the question was how were we going to arrange ourselves.
Jack solved it by sitting down with his back to the lengthwise side of the
tub and motioning for me to sit opposite him.  I lowered myself gingerly,
my ass stinging like crazy at the first touch of the hot water because I
was that sore.  And then, once I sat down, my ass cheeks spread enough to
force my ravaged rim around and against the tub floor, I had to force
myself not to moan for the pain.  Then Jack moved my feet over his thighs,
so my feet were on either side of his butt, and his feet were the same by
me, and suddenly my butt hurt was on some other wavelength from my
consciousness.

There were a few soap bars and squeeze bottles around the edge and several
sponges.  Jack hadn't reached for one, so I waited, too.  He did lean
forward, and I thought he was going to try and suck my cock, but instead he
just dunked himself down low in the water and then sat back up and moved
enough toward me so that his shoulders were submerged.  Seemed like a good
idea, so I followed suit.  It was warm enough in the room that my wet head
wasn't cold, and Jack used his feet to massage the side of my butt and my
waist a little, and I was suddenly warmer.

"So, ready to leap with me, Mads?" he asked with a grin.

Just as I was about to stutter something – he obviously was not going to
give up on this discussion, this highly premature, ridiculous, out of the
question notion of this being more than a hookup – I noticed he'd pushed
a button and the water started swirling silently.  "Wow," I said.

"It'll help keep the water warm – there's an in-line water heater.  So
that means we can stay here until we're so shriveled and waterlogged we'll
need days to recover."  He waggled eyebrows at the last part.

"I'll tell you one thing, Mister Torrance, which you might better know as
we go into the `conversation' – I rarely lose a dare."

"NICE!" he said with enthusiasm.  "But that was more an invitation than a
dare."

I don't know whether it was the water or the riches or the feel of his legs
against mine or the great sex we'd been having, but I'd slipped INTO the
MOMENT.  "So, Jack, yeah, this is all amazing.  FUCK – you're amazing,
the sex is amazing, and your apartment is incredible and you're obviously
rich.  What now?  What did you have in mind?  Looks like you're not bad at
achievement, so probably you've already got a plan or are formulating one."

Jack's look was intense, but there was something more, maybe I was reading
into it, but it seemed there was something he was assessing, and not
tending toward the positive.  He took a breath and then stroked along my
legs, which I admit had my body responding to his touch.  "Well, OK," he
said, but stopped.  "OK, so, yeah, I've been successful, and I live well.
If that's putting you off, we'll talk about that, too.  But there's
something here, Mads," he said, leaning forward and caressing my thighs and
then back down over my knees to my calves and shins, "There's something
really awesome between us.  And if I have to go out on this limb alone and
tell you that it was more than just incredible sex, well, then, here I go!"

He almost looked defiant at the last.  But his touch and what I'd
experienced told me he might be right.  "Yes," I said, softly.

"Hmmmmm," he said with a smirk.  "I was taught in business school the first
rule of sales is when you get a `yes', shut up.  I don't suppose that was
an all-encompassing, you're all-in, you're mine sort of `yes'?"

It was said in jest, but it was also the core of where we were.  And the
simple fact was that when he climbed out on a limb, I'd followed him,
because I was blown away by the force of our connection.  "It's a I'm not a
guy who has relationships, I'm a guy who tricks then leaves or the trick
leaves until the next time guy, but this is good – great even – and I
don't know why but I have no desire or need to leave and hope you want me
to stay for a while sort of `yes', Jack."  Wow, where had that all spilled
out from?

Jack didn't move, and for a minute I thought I'd failed, I hadn't answered
sufficiently, I had over-answered, I'd messed-up somehow.  And then a smile
broke across his face, a wide high-wattage smile that quickly turned to a
grin and went right into a devilish grin, and Jack leaned across and pulled
me in to him with a hand around the back of my neck and kissed me.  I think
that was our longest kiss yet that didn't result in us plastered together,
rutting against each other and on our way to fucking or at least sucking.
The water swirled around us, and we were suddenly warmer than the water, or
at least I was, warmed by an incredible deep long kiss and by his hands on
my neck and face.

He finally broke the kiss and put his forehead against mine, again, the act
and feel of him against me now familiar and desirable.  "Wow," he said.

"Yeah, wow," I said.  But I also now had some courage, and I asked, "So,
what are you going to tell me about you, Jack Torrance, to close this
sale?"

He didn't know but I'd taken one of the big sponges within my arm's reach
and had it under the water while he was kissing me, and when he snapped his
head away from mine in surprise, I brought the sponge up on his head and
squeezed it, dousing his face in a waterfall.  In response he splashed
water at me – a rather accomplished splash, I'll admit – and a wave
of water hit my face and splattered all over me and the side of the tub.
And from there we got in a full-fledged water fight – splashing, dunking
each other and, without much effort, grinding into each other HARD,
kissing, biting, sucking each other's faces and necks and ears while our
hard cocks slipped and slid against each other between us.

"WHOA!" I finally said, getting some leverage with my foot against the end
of the tub and pushing myself away.

"Whoa?" Jack asked, advancing on me.

"Yeah, whoa.  As in one of us is going to drown or crack our skulls on the
tiles or something if we keep this up." I was panting from the exertion of
the past few minutes, and so was he.  He'd stopped advancing on me, but he
looked ready to pounce.  "Proposition for you, Mister Torrance," I said.

"Shoot," he said.

"Oh, trust me, that's part of my proposition," I shot back with a smirk.

"Then whatever it is, I'm in," he quickly answered.

So I proceeded to suggest we do one of the things we'd come to the bath for
– bathe.  And then we'd fuck, suck and, generally, ruin our bodies on
each other sexually.  And then maybe we'd be so exhausted and sore we
couldn't do anything but talk . . . about us, about if there might be an us
in the offing.  As you might imagine, I had no objection from Jack to my
suggestion.

Much later, we were squeaky clean, dry, and he was chasing me back through
that huge closet into his bedroom.  I was pretending I was trying to get
away, when inside what I wanted was him on me, in me, possessing me, making
me his, all his.  It had taken all we both could muster to keep ourselves
to the bathing, but we did, amidst frequent kisses and rubs which, in a
strange way, were as erotic, some even more, than our fucking and sucking
had been before.

I landed on my back on the bed and couldn't stifle a cry of grief when my
ass hit.  Jack stopped short and eased himself up on the bed and then went
straight down on my cock, which was prominently pointing to the ceiling.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" I gasped as
he took about three-quarters of my rather significant length in his mouth
and took hold of my balls with his hand.  He was working my cock
aggressively up and down the shaft, taking more and more, and finally in
one gulp he swallowed, and his nose was shoved into my pubes, grunts and
groans, muffled, coming from him as he enthusiastically worked me.

I was clenching the bedcovers, which we should have changed after our prior
session-s, but I guess now it didn't matter.  I decided to clench something
more interesting than linens and groped at Jack until he moved around until
I could reach his horsecock swinging about as he continued to aggressively
huff mine.

Once I'd got my hand on his cock it wasn't enough, and I wanted it in my
mouth, so I squirmed around and got my other hand on his full hanging sac
and pulled him toward my mouth the rest of the way.  Jack squeezed my nuts
harder, and then I HAD to have his cock in my mouth.  I yanked him harder,
and he finally got his knee over my head and positioned so that I could
suck that monster in again.

Oh, right – he was fucking HUGE, and my jaw was still sore from the
blowjob I'd given him downstairs.  But I gobbled that thing and forced my
mouth up on it and was rewarded with a loud groan, a yank on my balls, and
his nose again in my pubes.

We went at it like that, him considerately not thrusting down into my
throat – maybe because the angle and my jaw and throat fatigue already
had me gagging more than I wanted to anyway.  But I was also getting close,
closer than he was, so I got a finger inside him and began rubbing his
prostate, and suddenly he was bucking down into me.  I was still gagging,
but his balls were tightening, and I knew I had him close . . . as close as
I was.

I put all my energy into his cock, as my own cock was having its own time
as Jack worked me more enthusiastically and had me . . .

I felt my first explosion in my nuts, radiating through my entire body,
right as I felt his cock spasm and blast in my throat.  I swallowed eagerly
and slurped and gave him another jam of my finger just to enjoy his body
jolting over me.

Both of us were moaning into each other's cocks, grunting, growling and
fighting to catch all each other's seed.  I pulled off him first, and with
a last gulp of what I hadn't yet been able to swallow I exclaimed "OHHHHHH
MYYYYYFUCCKKKKKKKNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"

Jack slurped one last time up my shaft and over my head, which about sent
me into convulsions, and then he was off me and collapsed on his back next
to me.  "Holy Christ!" he said, and then he turned his head and kissed my
foot.

"Man!" I exclaimed, with my arm over my eyes.

"Yeah," Jack said, "ALL MAN," he continued, his hand running up my leg to
my flagging cock and worn out balls.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I sighed as his touch
electrified me all over again.

I got myself up and turned around so our bodies were the same direction,
and we were both on our sides, just laying and facing each other and
touching each other's faces.  "Jack, the sex is amazing," I blurted out.

His hand had been gently stroking my face, and he abruptly stopped.  "Do I
sense a `but'?"

I took a deep breath, and I felt Jack's body tense, anticipating something
bad.  I pulled him closer and kissed him gently.  His lips were warm but
reluctant.  "The sex is amazing," I reiterated.  "And I wanted to say,
well, what I mean is . . . "  I trailed off, not knowing exactly how to say
it, not having any earthly clue, actually.

"Listen, Mads," Jack jumped in.  "I get it.  This was great, exponentially
beyond my even my wildest expectations when my imagination ran wild in the
gym after I saw the sexiest guy I'd ever seen was looking at me.  So—"

I stopped him, as he had me several times that evening already, with my
fingers gently against his lips.  "Jack, what I was trying to say was that
I hope that limb you climbed out on is strong enough to hold both of us,
because I'm right here with you."

His face brightened, and he grabbed me and pulled me against him tightly.
Against my neck he said, "The key is we move slowly and together."

"Yeah, but not always SLOW," I sighed into his ear, and my hand was already
reaching down to take hold of his big beautiful cock . . . again.

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