Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 17:39:52 -0500
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: Gym Stretch Part 6

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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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