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Part 11 – Gym Stretch
We both lay there catching our breath, me on my back, my legs akimbo, Jack on his side sort of crossways by my feet. I don't think my fuckhole was this sore after my 25th birthday gang bang my best friend at the time set up for me. (Though that was GREAT! Just not many men with equine-sized cocks like Jack's.)
Speaking of Jack's cock, it was flopped against his thigh, gooey with cum on the end and frothed with churned cum from some of his prior loads still inside me . . . thick, HUGE bulbous head, and, generally so fucking awesomely delicious that I really wanted to be fucked again, right there, right then. A pang emanating from my wrecked assring seemed to say, "UH, NO!" though the rest of me sure said, "FUCK YES!"
"You're amazing, Mads," Jack panted, and I looked up his body to meet his eyes. On the way I mentally salivated over his perfectly sculped groin and Adonis belt, his eight-pack under a layer of sweaty dark fine fur, his pecs which looked like Michaelangelo (or his gay twin brother, who'd appreciate them more) had chiseled them, his pelt darker there and glistening with more sweat, his thickly corded neck, movie-star chin . . .
"I can't believe after all you've taken in the past twenty-four hours you're looking lustily at my cock like you're ready to restart!" he said, breaking my thoughts.
For my part, I don't really think my salacious yearning was all that apparent – I'm a decent poker player, even when a HOTTER THAN HOT stud is naked in my bed. But Jack had been mind-reading me since we'd met, which was something I wasn't used to beyond "You know you want me to fuck your brains out," from men. "As you like `the record'," I said, emphasizing the last part, "It's been about nineteen hours now, since we met, not 24."
"Point taken," he mock peeved.
"Cock taken here," I smirked, and we both laughed, though Jack's eyes were definitely looking toward my fuckhole, which given my position he couldn't really see but was definitely going that way. "Like what you see, stud?"
Jack's eyes moved slowly over my body, everything he could see he devoured with his smoldering eyes. He took his time, every slow movement of his eyes heating me – like an inferno! – and stoking my desire for him. When he finished with my legs and focused on my limp cock, laying across my thigh in his direction, his eyes widened, and he'd licked his lip and took a louder breath . . . and my soft cock literally jumped, as did my awareness of everything around me but him. When his eyes finally met mine there was a mixture of the filthiest, raunchiest, most appreciative desire I'd ever seen on a man but also something deep and compelling that seemed to be reaching deep inside me and pulling me to him.
I started to move, everything telling me I had to be joined with him, as much of our surfaces in contact as was possible as soon as possible for as long as possible. But Jack's hand moved too fast for me to see, and I'd barely tightened my abs to sit up when his warm hand was flat on them, not pushing but holding me that way. "I like this, Babe. Let's just relax for a few, OK? I really like just BEING with you, Mads."
Of course, no matter how many times Jack told me things like that, which he had in the short time we'd been together, it not only made me worry that he would figure it out and cast me aside, but it also just put me way outside my wheelhouse. I'm so not good at "relationships" – fucking, absolutely awesome; friendship, better than average; but relationships, well, in a word, rubbish! And when I'm uncomfortable, I . . . deflect.
"You like fucking me more, Jack," I said, straining against his hand which was now pressing against my abs and defeating my effort to raise myself, holding me down. "AND I know you like it when I suck that beautiful horsecock of yours, which is EXACTLY what it's time for me to do!"
He was impassive, simply exerting a strength of hold on me that was impressive, yet it was also a very gentle touch on his part. I began to wriggle to my side to get free, and then the hold was less gentle, his fingers wrapped a bit over my side, defeating any idea I had of moving at all. DAMN he was strong!
"Mads, relax," he said softly with warmth in his eyes. You'd never know with one hand he was restraining a six-five two hundred twenty pound man – there was no evidence of effort on his part whatsoever. DAMN that turned me on!
My cock started to grow, and his vision caught it, flicking away from my eyes just briefly, and one barely raised eyebrow told me he'd noticed. His hand on me moved imperceptibly, a very slight rub, which, inexplicably, sent calm waves rolling through me far in excess of what the very minor movement should have. "Relax with me," he said very quietly. "We have plenty of time for more of that," he said, flicking his eyes at my now-mostly-hard cock again then back meeting my eyes with a smile full of promise.
I had gone limp, laying back against my bed. "I'm going to get up and get a warm wash cloth and clean you up, but you're going to just RELAX here for me, right? I want to come back and BE with you."
"Yes, master," I mugged.
"Try that again for me," he said with a look of regret toward a misbehaving charge, and his hand did that tiny rub thing again, which that time made my mind limp as it had done my muscles before.
Could I actually say what I felt? Could I NOT say too much of the feelings warming me inside alongside the furnace of my desire for sex, the feelings for him, to be with him? Could I say anything without making a total jackass of myself? PULL IT TOGETHER VAN DUESSEN!
I took a very deep breath, almost too deep, and when I thought I was going to choke, that little hand rub thing on my abs eased it and me through it. He even knew that, knew to do that, knew HOW to do that.
I lowered my eyes and finally replied, "I'd like that, Jack."
Jack's beaming smile was amazing. "Be right back," he said, and he was off the bed and heading to my bathroom in a flash. I heard the water and just lay there, relaxing. And I really was relaxing. I wasn't thinking of anything except how much I wanted him back there, by me. And then in what seemed like an instant but was no doubt longer, as I reflected and relaxed, he was headed back, a towel and a wet wash cloth both.
He said nothing – just very gently washed off my sticky cock and abs and chest and chin where my cum had shot, smiling angelically as he worked. And then he had my legs up, using an impossibly light touch as he wiped my butt of lube and cum which had run out of my stretched, maimed hole. He finished by using the towel to quickly wipe me from chin to balls, obviously enjoying drying my cock the most, based on a quick grin and eyebrow waggle he gave me, then my ass, again impossibly gently. And then he laid the towel out under my butt before he let my legs down, smoothing it, covering the wet spot before he let me gently down and pulled my legs out straight so I was stretched and slack.
"I'll just put this back," he said, up again and heading to the bathroom with the wash cloth. When he got to the door he turned. "OK, so that neat freak thing is in my mind. Do you put wet used wash cloths in with the clothes hamper, which I saw where it was, or rinse it out and hang it up for use again?"
He was SO serious, as if he was asking a very technical question and prepared to absorb every single syllable of response to convert to instruction. I just laughed out loud. "You can do either with it, Jack, and it'll be fine." And to myself I thought: actually ANYthing you do will be far more than fine all the time. "I'd rinse it and hang it, if I were doing it, which I should be, since it's my place, after all, and since I should be catering to you, stud!"
"In case you hadn't noticed, you've `catered'," he said, drawing out the word with a smirk, "To me about ten times in the past – what did you say – seventeen hours? Trust me, I'm the one who's happy to do for you, sexy Mads."
When Jack came through the bathroom door he stopped short and his smile dropped and then morphed into a scowl . . . directed at me. OK, granted I was not laying there as he'd left me – I was sitting up on the bed, back against the wall-mounted headboard (better to avoid the banging sound!) with my fully hard cock in both my hands, pointed right at him like a weapon . . . or the invitation it was. "Gee, usually hot men emerging from my bathroom with a scowl immediately smile when they see me naked and ready," I said with a laugh, and I bounded over onto all fours and wagged my savaged fuckhole at him. "Better?"
I was looking over my shoulder and could see Jack's scowl crack, but only momentarily. "I'd say `I ought to spank you', but I know that would put me more in your court than where I'd intended."
OK, at least it was a not a grave response. I could work with that. I wagged my ass at him again. "C'mon, stud, you know you want to." And I could see he did, as his beautiful cock was rising as he stood there.
"HE," Jack spit out with an accusatory look downward, "Does not ALWAYS have the ultimate say," he asserted. His cock, however, was now better than half-hard.
In fact, his amazing cock was now out and away from his body in a sort of downward arc, which from my angle looked like it had been over-gorged but not quite propped yet. It was a truly amazing piece of manmeat, and my seriously sore ass began to itch for it. "Is this one of those times?" I asked, using my most seductive voice and giving him another shake of my waiting, ready ass.
"Fuuuuccckkkkkkkkk!" he intoned softly.
"NOW you're talking!" I encouraged him by putting my face down in the pillow, my back arched, ass jutting up and out toward him.
Jack came over slowly to the bed, and my pulse raced. He climbed onto the bed with on knee, slowly, and he reached out and that magnificent big warm hand of his which felt so good on my abs when he held me there was then on my asscheek. I took in a quick loud breath at the contact. But he just held his hand there and didn't come any farther onto the bed. "I'll definitely take you up on this offer in the not-too-distant future. But yes, now is one of those times where my dick isn't making the choice."
As I was about to whine, his hand caressed my asscheek, and my skin warmed and I calmed under his touch. He seemed to almost have hold of me, like a basketballer or footballer palming the ball I thought randomly, and he pulled me toward him, somehow guiding me until I was on my back.
His cock was raging, and I reached out to take it and sway his resolve, but he caught my hand gently and brought it to his lips and kissed the inside of my palm. And I melted.
Jack settled into a seated position next to me on the bed, his leg bent under him, his raging bone there in full view but out of my reach. His smile was a mix of adoration and amusement for a misbehaving child. OH, maybe I could get that spanking after all. THINK MADS!
"Tell me something about you, Mads. Or, if you prefer, ask me something about me." Jack's hand was on my thigh, now, and as much as I wanted the rest of him ON me, IN me, his hand on me felt wonderful.
My mind raced, but my lips moved seemingly without my control. "When you touch me, everything else stops in my world," I heard myself saying, and it felt like the most brutal betrayal of the most dangerous secret I had. Oh my god, even my eyes were mooning at him.
Jack grinned under a spreading blush, but he never broke eye contact with me, and his hand moved on my thigh in an almost caress. "That's good because I intend for you to feel my hands on you often."
I felt a flush over most of my body, most because I couldn't think clearly enough to take a full inventory, Jack's eyes were burning into mine so deeply. Yet I couldn't pounce on him – his hand on my thigh was at once completely paralyzing my body into a calmness and serenity and also sending waves of pleasure through me.
"Now something about me," Jack offered. "Hmmmm," he murmured, seemingly adrift in an ocean of choices.
"How about the most intimate thing you've ever told anyone?" I heard myself saying and wondered who the fuck had invaded my body and what they'd done with the Mads who never even wondered about such things from my men, much less dared to ask.
"Well, that could mean one of several types of intimacy, Mads, so you either have to be more specific or I have to give you several answers."
"Do I get my choice?" I smirked? His smile was wide and bright, and the flush this time was like a furnace door opened and fire licking me from toe to scalp.
"First, one of the most intimate things I've ever told anyone was my birth name, date and place. I was born Ian Maria de Blacks Torrance."
"Maria?" I blurted out with a laugh.
"Yup. And since we're both naked I'll even tell you how to spell my names. I – O – N for Ian. Maria like it sounds. D – E – space – B – L – A – C – Z for my mother's family name. And T – O – R – R – E – N – Z."
"And here I thought you were just your average horse-cocked Wasp," I joked, reaching over and taking hold of his magnificently enormous cock which was hanging over the leg attached to the foot he was sitting on.
To my surprise, Jack didn't shuck off my hand. In face his smile went to a hiss of pleasure, but just momentarily. To my further surprise, even having his beautiful bauble of a cockhead and thick shaft in my hand, I remained relaxed, his hand on my thigh continuing to subdue my wilder impulses. His smile returned, with a strong tinge of wickedness. "I really, REALLY like you touching me, too, Mads," he said, and in thanks I hefted him just a bit and caressed that monster flaccid python in my hand. "Really," he said on a sharp inhale, "Very much."
Jack did that very slight, almost imperceptible caress thing on my thigh, and the combination of the fire stoked and blasting through me and the feel of his heavy cock resting in my hand made my cock jump. "Beautiful," he said quietly, looking me up and down, but definitely giving my own floppy cock more than its share of visual focus. I liked that a lot, and that blast furnace opened again as he ogled me. I imagined my skin pink or red with the flush I was feeling.
"Second, one of the most intimate things I've ever told anyone was my deepest fear." He'd surprised me by continuing, and he surprised me again by abruptly stopping. I was about to tell him he didn't have to tell me, but his eyes, which had never left mine but somehow had, in fact, left their focus on me, returned to full bore mode. "I fear that the opportunity to share my life with a perfect – or as perfect as exists – mate will present to me, and I won't recognize it or I'll be too busy with my work or other things in life, and I'll miss it."
I was suddenly very uncomfortable under his overly meaningful gaze, full of intent, full of want, full of expectation for something I was clearly the worst candidate to fulfill. "Jack, I –" I started, but Jack had leaned over and had moved his hand from my thigh to my lips, his thumb gently silencing me.
"This limb, remember we're out on it together, Mads. And it's a strong limb – that much I can tell, though we'll have to find out how strong." His hand caressed the side of my face, but he made no move to kiss me. Somehow it was more intense this way – his gaze intent, his caress meaningful. I almost felt embarrassed to be holding his cock in my hand . . . almost!
He moved his other hand to my abs, just resting the flat warmth of his big hand there, and I instantly relaxed again, not having realized how much I'd tensed. I thought of many things I could say to deflect, my usual reaction, but none of them were things I wanted to say. I rarely felt that angel-on-one-shoulder versus devil-on-the-other-shoulder thing, but this was close. Except that the devil was my reflex and the angel was an emerging force which clearly had the upper hand . . . or which responded to Jack's hands on me maybe.
"Wow," Jack exclaimed. "That's amazing."
His beaming smile was intoxicating, making me fell all kinds of giddy because he was clearly appraising me. "What?" I asked, my stomach fluttering and feeling like my entire body was beet red from blushing.
"Simply," he started quietly, and he brought his lips to within a millimeter of mine before continuing with, "You are because you didn't tense to jump like a gazelle when we hit that point in the conversation." And then he kissed me . . . deep . . . long . . . gentle . . . and so full of meaning. I involuntarily let go of his magnificent penis – WHO AM I?!?!?!?!? – and wrapped both arms around him and held on tight.
The kiss lasted, but it remained gentle, even when our tongues wrapped together and his hands were both then on my head, one caressing my face, the other holding the back of my head with his fingers twining in my short hair enough to send bolts of excitement through me.
"Wow," we both said though deep intakes of breath when we finally broke the kiss. And then we both laughed – me nervously, him joyously.
"That didn't count as the third part of your disclosure," I said, regaining my playful footing.
"No, it didn't," he said gravely and paused long enough to have my mind racing about what it might be. "Because I've never told anyone he was amazing before and meant what I meant about you . . . and me," he said, his eyes boring into me but his voice almost too soft to hear.
Jack got himself moved around on my bed until he lay stretched out beside me. He had his head propped up on his elbow, and when I moved to turn toward him, his hand smoothed down from my torso to my thigh and caused me to just relax on my back looking up at him. "Uh, you missed something," I said, with my best inviting voice and overtly threw my glance down toward my cock a couple of times.
He laughed heartily. And then he reached up and caressed my soft cock and sweaty balls. "You know, you are magnificently hung, Mads," he said, hefting my cock and balls together and looking longingly at them.
"Well I thought so, too, until I met you!" I guffawed.
"I think I'm going to change the third part of my answer, Mads."
I grinned. "Ah, now who's getting . . . nervous?"
Jack threw his head back and laughed loudly. "OH MY GOD, if you only knew! I've just had better training keeping my worries and uncertainties undetectable to others." He took my hand and put it in the middle of his furry chest and held it there.
It was like a movie, something trite but something I've never experienced before – actually feeling someone's heartbeat with my hand on his chest. Maybe it was just because we were sitting there naked, this awesome hunk of a man who'd fucked my brains out for the better part of the past day. His heart was beating fast. "See what I mean," Jack said, still holding my hand there. When I nodded and smiled, he pulled my hand up and kissed it.
I couldn't help it – unrequested, it was my turn to say the most intimate thing I'd ever said to a man before. Our eyes were locked. My breath caught. And before I lost my courage I asked, in a husky voice that was coming from deep inside me, "Make love to me, Jack?"
Jack's face didn't change, but he drew out the moment, our eyes still locked, mine I'm sure pleading more than my usual cocky challenging look when I wanted it. I was about to panic when the corners of his mouth turned up and his face softened into a very wicked grin. "THAT is a request I don't think I could ever refuse! But –"
"No `but's. MAKE. LOVE. TO. ME!" I demanded. "NOWWWWW!" I added, in case he didn't get it.
I looked down, and apparently one part of Jack was clearly not interested in him taking his time – his cock was near fully hard. I reached out and grabbed hold, and Jack's breath caught again. I'd made my point, though.
Jack rolled over on top of me – fully on top of me, his hardon jammed against my groin and abs. "OH GOD YES!" I exclaimed, reveling in the feel of this magnificent man on me, about to be IN me.
Jack pressed his lips into mine as he struggled his arms around me underneath me. Our kiss went from gentle to desperate with lightning speed. We were groaning, growling, moaning, groping, grappling and grinding, my cock now hard but shoved up behind Jack's ass rubbing in the crack of his ass as he ground his hardon into my groin. I could feel the slickness of his precum where his cock slid through it against my fur and skin, and I could also feel him pushing back against my shaft, teasing my cock. All the while our lips were pressed together roughly, joined, our teeth knocking occasionally, our tongues dueling, our mouths sucking against each other.
I broke the kiss and bit the base of his neck at his shoulder HARD and then sucked up a mark, to which Jack let out a loud growl throwing his head back, causing my bite/suck to be all the more vicious as he pulled back away and I held on. I held on tight, now wrapping my legs around him from underneath and planting my heels in his very hard firm hairy asscheeks, and that position made my cockhead knock against his hole on every return-stroke as he thrust against me. I admit the slickness of my precum in his crack and around his tight rim was enticing, but the need for him inside me was far more compelling.
I managed to get my feet back around and pushed his hips back up away so that my cock slapped up against my gooey groin and abs, and I reached out and got his cock pushed down, between my legs. When I snapped my legs up around his waist again, it was his huge fuckpole jammed into my buttcrack, his drooling head knocking my fucksore hole as we rutted together.
"Smooth move," he panted, "But I need to open you up."
"FUCK THAT!" I yelled, moving myself so his cockhead was positioned to where he could push it in me. "JUST FUCK ME, JACK – PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! NOWWWWWWW!" I finished, trailing off as I pulled him into me with my heels, shoving my ass up onto him. "OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I couldn't help but shout, as he breached my impossibly over-abused ring.
"Jesus, Mads!" he said and did his best to pull back, to stop his drive into me, but I was having none of it and shoved harder up into him and pulled harder on his ass with my heels. Jack resisted, but his body was shaking, and I knew it was because he wanted to be balls-deep in me as much as – or more than – he wanted to save me from the pain I was causing him to inflict. I just wanted him IN me, and I didn't give until he finally THRUST HARD deep into my cum-slicked fuckchute.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" I cried but finished with, "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
"Babe –" Jack started, and held his position bottomed out in me.
"MAKE me YOURS, Jack!" He looked like his desire mirrored my need, but he also seemed worried about me, as if I wasn't tough enough to take what I wanted him to give. So I decided to show Jack how much I wanted it.
I used my left foot to maintain hold tight on his ass holding him inside me, and I got my right leg up on his left pec and pushed his upper body back. As he registered his surprise, I jerked my body left and, still holding him tight inside me with my heel dug into his buttcheek, I swiveled onto my side and backed up, grinding myself into his pubes. "DO IT!" I ordered . . . pled.
And Jack couldn't resist any longer and began both long-dicking me hard and smacking my ass every few thrusts. "OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I yelled over and over.
"Yes, you fucking take that cock," he exclaimed. "You fucking wanted it, now you TAKE IT!" he yelled, slamming me harder, his groin smacking into my ass hard and loud.
I was working myself back into him as best as I could to match his thrusts, but being fair, he was slam-fucking my needy mancunt hard enough on his own, so it was just my own rampant wantonness that caused me to meet his motion. "OH GOD, JACK, I love your big fucking cock!" I heard myself yelling, totally not in control of myself.
"YES," he growled and slammed me HARD in time with a HARD slap on my ass that made me yelp. "You're made for taking cock, aren't you?"
"I'm made for YOUR cock, stud! My ass is molded to fit your monster cock!" I panted.
"Flatterer!" he chided, and then he contorted himself slightly and made direct contact on his thrust with my prostate and causing skyrockets to go off in my head.
"FUCK YEAH, JUST. LIKE. THATTTTTTTTTTT!" I cried.
Jack's thrusts went from slam-fucking to jackhammering, fucking me up to the edge and straight over the edge. "OH FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I shouted as my body spasmed and spurt after ropy thick spurt of my cumload blasted out of my cock, two shots hitting me directly in the face.
"OH GOD I CANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN'T—" Jack shouted, and then JAMMED himself fully inside me and his body went rigid as I felt his steely veiny cock pulsing inside me, his cumload filling me.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, Fuckn SEEEEEEEEEED me, Jack!" I moaned.
Jack had, at some point, pulled my right leg up so that he could get deeper inside me, something I hadn't really taken conscious note of until he began to ease my leg back down, and my ass screamed with the movement now that the pounding was over. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" I groaned despite my effort to hold it in.
"SHIT," he panted. "Sorry, Mads. Damn!"
I couldn't help but laugh despite my posterior protest. "Is that my name? I think I'd forgotten it."
"You sure know how to stroke a top's ego!" Jack played along.
"YOUR ego," I clarified, "And you earned every word of praise I could possibly come up with."
Jack leaned down to kiss me, but the angle, me sideways, caused the stretch to pull him out of me some, eliciting another groan from me. "Just do it," I told him.
"Isn't that what caused the pain in the first place?" Jack joked. We both smiled and laughed uncomfortably.
"For that record, that was more like the eighth or ninth time," I quipped. He smiled, and then he pulled out of me, his smile dissolving to a grimace as I hissed loudly at the pain of that huge fuckweapon of his scraping out of me.
"Oh, and Jack," I said, forcing myself to move despite the buttpain and getting myself on my back with my legs straddling him and pulling myself up so that we were roughly face to face, him still on his knees.
Jack reached out and held me gently with his hand behind my neck, rubbing slightly, and my eyelids dipped with the pleasure of his intimate touch. Our eyes were locked. "Yes?" he prompted quietly.
I rubbed my face against his wrist and forearm, nuzzling him. "I was just going to say: GOOD JOB!"
"Uh, thanks," Jack said, a bit uncertainly.
"I meant good job doing exactly what I asked . . . or demanded . . . you do."
"Make love to you?" he asked, his look a bit bemused.
"Well, that, too," I answered. "But I was thinking of my request, er, demand that you make me yours. I definitely am, Jack," I said, lowering my eyes bashfully.
Jack used his other hand to tip my chin up, and after a long moment of just gazing into my eyes, he leaned in and kissed me . . . again . . . and my entire world made more sense than it had ever that I could remember.
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