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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 it ended with . . .
I finally felt him getting harder and thicker inside me and knew he was close to giving me the prize. He knew it too, and he adjusted himself to drive that cock right into my prostate HARD, every thrust making me yelp louder and sending fireworks through my body. The filthy talk was unintelligible by then. Staccato bursts of "OH FUCK YE—FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK OH FUCKKKKKKK" and "THAT'S IT, FUCKKKKKKK THAT'S FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" and the like until his balls weren't slapping my ass any more because they were pulled up, his body was coiled and tense as he slammed the last few strokes before he exploded into me.
I was riding that wave, too, working against his thrusts reflexively, completely powerless to do anything but let my body work with his, react to his, knowing my own climax was close. Wanting it. NEEDING it. And just as he let out a long howl and slammed in deeper than before, I felt his cock surge as my own body started spasming with my load blasting out of my nuts. Jack's body convulsed as he shouted out, unloading strong blasts inside me that felt like cum bullets. And in response I was thrashing about under him, joined with his cock, throwing my head side to side and yelling my own shouts of release as my cum splattered my face and both our torsos as it drained my nutload.
He shot longer than I did, but he finally stopped, and his body was tense and rigid above me, still balls-deep inside me, his loud gasps for breath the only sound above my own panting. I got enough control to raise my head and licked the sweat from the upper part of his pec up his neck, which caused his body to spasm. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I said and went to his other pec and licked toward his armpit, not easily enough accessible to my tongue because he was propped up on his hands over me but close enough for a taste and whiff of him. "Fucking YUM!" I said to that, as he shivered some more.
"Jesus!" he said through a pant, and he started to move to remove himself out of me, but I reached up and around him and held him tight in me, pulling him down onto me. He collapsed onto me as if his last bit of strength had been holding himself rigid on his extended arms. His panting in my ear was as intoxicating as the feel of his body fully against mine, our sweat and my cum wet and sticky between us in his and my fur. And then, after a moment, he turned his head and lightly kissed my neck.
My body shivered in response, and I tightened my arms around him. "Mmmmmmmm," I murmured.
Jack struggled to get his arms under me. I helped him, wanting it, and then sighed deeply when he was hugging me as tight as I was hugging him. I kissed his ear and whispered, "We could have skipped the workout and still got our workout in."
He kissed my neck again, harder and longer, and when he pulled back he raised to look into my eyes. "You're the Shaun T of sex, Mads. That was insane!"
"I hope that's good insane, not like a few of my exes insane!" I quipped.
He brought his lips to mine and kissed me long and deep, and I returned the kiss, at first evenly with his, then, when I felt his still half-hard cock inside me stir, hungrily. Jack's response was immediate, both his mouth and his cock, and we were sucking face frantically. He broke the kiss with a loud intake of breath and looked at me and moved inside me slightly, causing my breath to catch and my eyes to close momentarily. "Yeah?" he said, eyes wide, giving me a thrust.
"FUCK yeah!" I said.
NOW FOR PART 2 . . .
Was I sore? GODDAMN was I sore! Did it feel like heaven when Jack, the hot, furry, wrestler-built trick who'd just fucked my lights out started thrusting again inside my cum-filled fuckhole, FUCK YEAH IT DID! But I had other things in mind.
I bucked him off and out of me, to a "What the—" from him, and I threw him on his back. If he was really a wrestler, I'd caught him unaware, and I figured even if he wasn't I'd probably pay for that at some point . . . some point I would look forward to. In the meantime I dove on him and gobbled up his fuck-slimey cock and tasted our sex and his throbbing fuckpole. Mmmmmmm, even better than when I'd sucked it pre-fuck! I grabbed hold of his big hairy nuts and simultaneously sucked hard on his big cum-covered cockhead, and that got me a loud "OH FUCK YEAH!" from him, along with both his hands clamping on my head and shoving me down further on that tree trunk of a cock.
I gagged, choking on his cock which he was determinedly shoving farther into my throat than physics would allow. I'm a damn good cocksucker, but that huge fuckstick of his had a head on it that felt like the size of a tennis ball! He was damn strong, too, holding my head in a grip I couldn't escape while thrusting into my mouth like he had my ass not long before. The more I yanked and squeezed his bull balls the harder, the held me and thrust into me. I can't say I wasn't turned on – I was – but I also just couldn't possibly take that huge cockknob down my throat! DAMMIT!
Jack was continuing to shout out his pleasure as he skull-fucked me HARD. "OH FUCK YESSSS you love my cock, don't you bitch?" and "Yeah TAKE that fucking cock, take it DEEP!" and stuff like that streamed out of his mouth LOUD and reverberating over the sounds of my gagging and choking. My cock was rock hard again and dripping – I could feel my flow as I was both struggling and also riding the high of the intensity of our sex together.
I finally got a grip on the base of his cock and managed to thwart his deep thrusts by using my fist as a block. My nose might be broken tomorrow – yes he was thrusting that hard – but at least my throat would be intact, and I could work his cock better this way. Which I did. I used my tongue and lips and sucked that cock like the near-pro I am, and just like before he fucked me I could feel him starting the slide to his release. This time, though, that nutload was mine to luxuriate in as it blasted down my throat and to savor the dregs on my lips. YES!
The more I worked his balls, the rougher I yanked on them an squeezed them, the more he yelled with pleasure. "FUCK YES, you want what's in those cumtanks, don't you bitch?" and "SHOW ME YOU WANT IT!" and "GODDAMN you take cock GOOD! C'mon, show me what you got!" and more.
The second time he was close to cumming and I backed off so that he wouldn't go the distance, he roared, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" and I thought I might have misjudged and was about to feel him blast my mouth full. That time Jack caught me by surprise, though. With the east of tossing a Nerf ball, he bucked me up and off him, taking me under my armpits with his hands and threw me down across the foot of his bed. He was on top of me, across me, our chests together, both of us panting in a fraction of a second.
"Yeah?" I said up to him, taunting him.
He moved slightly, maintaining his chest pressing down on mine, both his arms still pinning mine back against the bed, just enough movement to cover my lips with his, and then he invaded my mouth with his tongue and took control of me that way. What his cock had done, his tongue was now doing almost as well, and my tongue parried against his tongue thrusts as our lips and occasionally our teeth knocked together.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned involuntarily. He'd already kissed me savagely, repeatedly before, thus shattering my usual no-kissing rule. And God help me I'd loved it . . . just like I was moaning like a bitch now as he ravaged my mouth and raped my soul completely.
Somewhere in that LONG kiss he'd move his hands from holding down my arms to caressing the sides of my face, and my arms had wrapped tight around him. Our bodies were filthy with sweat and my cumload he'd fucked out of me all over the both of us, and the feel of our scummy torsos sliding together was heaven in itself. I could feel his abs and pecs against me, and that and his tongue in my mouth were as incendiary as his cock had been eight or nine inches deep in me.
Suddenly Jack pulled his lips away from me, and like he'd done earlier, he put his forehead against me, panting. "GodDAMN, Mads, you set me to blazing!"
"Funny, you don't fuck like a flamer!" I quipped back.
He chuckled, and our foreheads knocked together. "Ouch," he said.
"Ouch? Seriously?" I taunted. "You shoved a log up my ass and pounded me for the better part of an hour and YOU are saying `ouch'?"
Jack pulled back that time as he laughed heartily. "You're damn good for a top's ego; you know that?"
"A fuckrod like THIS," I said, reaching down and grabbing his formidable cock, which evoked a gasp from Jack, "And you need your ego boosted? In case you hadn't noticed, you not only had me screaming, you fucked my nutload out of me, stud!"
This HOT stud actually blushed at that. BLUSHED! My entire body re-ignited at that. At the same time as a stray thought about the vagaries of what fuels our passions I took a better grip of him, this time with my hand firmly around his huge shaft and balls. I gripped and pulled and growled into his face, "And I want all of that again . . . NOW!"
We wrestled around a bit on his bed and he finally got me shoved face down and got between my legs and roughly spread them apart. He had both my legs pinned under his arms and was surprisingly able to keep me pinned despite my struggling. Jack even got his one arm under my leg and reached up and yanked my cock down so that it was straight down, uncomfortably, between my legs, and then he shoved my ass firmly downward and used both hands to spread my assglobes WIDE.
The next thing I felt was his tongue swiping the underside of the head of my cock and up my shaft. As I was loudly exclaiming "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" his tongue continued up along my shaft, over my sac and up my crack, broadly swiping my swollen, sore and sticky hole. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!" I yelled and shoved my ass up into his face.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he growled, and his tongue slipped inside my eager fuckhole. He slurped inside me and then said, "FUCKKKKKKK, we taste GOOD!" and went back to it.
I squirmed and moaned and thrust my ass into Jack as vigorously as his tongue swirled and lapped inside me, growling all the while with loud "Mmmmmmmmmmmm"s and "Arrrrggghhhhhhh"s. He was splitting my ass apart savagely with his hands – like he forgot those buttcheeks were attached in the middle! – and was eating me like a man starved and my sex-slimed fuckhole was his feast. And I was loving every fucking minute.
"GODDAMMIT Jack FUCK MY ASS!" I growled, pounding the bed with my fists and shoving my ass into his face even harder. "Just give me what I NEED, FUCKER!" And as quickly as I said it he was lined up and SHOVING into me HARD, mercilessly, holding me by my hips and driving that impossibly thick pole past my shattered rim and into my savaged chute. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I screamed, and it was a scream worthy of a slasher flick.
"You fucking wanted it, didn't you, BITCH? Now you'll fucking TAKE IT!" he yelled back, slamming into me as hard as he had before when we'd been at full fuck.
I was clawing at the bedsheets and pounding the bed and yelling "OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK ME YEAH!"
Jack's stamina was beyond impressive, and thankfully apparently my ass was sufficiently up to the task, and I fucked back at him every bit as hard as he fucked me. I ground my ass into him, clenched my mangled muscles around his fuckrod despite the excrutiating pain. And in truth I was in orbit, loving the way he used me and the shouts of his pleasure doing it.
It went on that way, him by then with his hands clamped on my shoulders to give him greater leverage to thrust into me, which he did, relentlessly. He'd be jackhammering my prostate and have me on the edge of my nuts exploding (again!) and then he'd slow down and stroke my prostate with his thick shaft and somehow avoid knocking my button with his enormous cockhead so that my boil would slow. I'd try to shift myself to get that spectacular jolt again, but Jack was quite good at fucking me like HE wanted to, driving me wilder as minutes and minutes passed. "GODDAMN, JACK!" I shouted.
Interrupting his stream of filthy exclamations, Jack laughed, maniacally it sounded like, in response to my shout. "You KNOW you'll get it . . . when I'm ready for you to," he said and then SLAMMED into me so hard my head was shoved off the edge of the bed. Jack's grip on my shoulders held me firmly enough to start pounding me pounding me HARD and FAST again, making my head spin.
"OH FUCK YES YOU FUCKER – JUST LIKE THAT!" I cried and got my balance again and fucked back onto him with wanton abandon.
I had no clue at the time how long he fucked me, truly like a bitch in heat in that position. I knew my ass was screaming at the same time it was flooding my senses with pleasures so extreme I very likely would have had to think for a bit if someone had asked my name. And suddenly, just when I expected him to edge me down again, his thrusts incredibly got harder and more directly onto target and as I was yelling "OH GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I felt him growing inside me, reaming my insides in a way that made my ass feel like I'd shoot sparks. My response was to clench down HARD on him.
"OH FUCK, MADSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" he shouted, just as my cock started to blast and I felt his first surge through his fat fuckrod and then spray inside me.
"SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" I screamed from the burn of his most recent cumload on my savaged cunt.
We were both bucking and spasming through our explosions, and I was grateful for his tight grip on me so that I didn't pitch off the edge of his bed.
I was hanging limp in his grasp, gasping for breath, feeling like I'd be shitting into a bag for the rest of my life, savoring the sound of Jack's rasping gasps to regain his breath behind me, still connected to him the way we were meant to be joined . . . and quite proud of myself to have given this hot stud such a great fuck. Jack slowly pulled me up by my shoulders and wrapped his strong hairy arms across my chest and kissed the back of my neck breathily. I pushed my head back, rubbing the side of my face against his, savoring his rough stubble and the stink of his sweat. "You're amazing," he whispered into my ear and then kissed me blow my earlobe.
"YOU'RE amazing, Jack," I murmured and reached up and behind me to caress his head, again rubbing our cheeks together awkwardly.
Jack slowly pulled me over sideways with him, and we both landed on the bed, his arms still wrapped tight around me from behind. We were spooning and still both panting, and he was still inside me. This time, though, I felt his cock deflating and relieving some of the pressure inside me. He rubbed my sweat-soaked chest and stomach, and my body quivered under this HOT man's touch. "For the record," I said quietly, "This was WAY beyond anything I expected . . . and as hot as you are, and as excited as you got me at the gym, I expected a lot." That earned me a kiss on the sweaty nape of my neck and a long deep inhale.
He was completely soft inside me and still filling my hole. For the first time I realized it was very cool in Jack's bedroom. The sweat on me was starting to feel cool, despite the heat of his torso against my back, and I shivered. Jack rubbed my chest and side, pulling me closer and again kissed my neck. "I wish I could lay this way with you forever, Mads," he said, sounding wistful or regretful.
I NEVER get caught up in the moment with a trick other than the physical pleasure of it. But Jack's embrace and kind words were reaching deep into me, something I was neither accustomed to nor equipped for. "As great a compliment as that is, Jack, it's probably time for us to both get on with our evenings," I said purposefully. Jack stiffened, and I added emphasis: "I don't even know how long we've been here and how late I am."
I eased myself away from him, wincing at the feel of his cock popping out past my battered rim, and turned to him. I could see a different look, clearly I'd wounded him, and it was difficult to take. Then again, I could get dressed and walk out and avoid any issue of more involvement.
But DAMN, he was handsome, hot, a sexual gold medalist AND cute in a wounded puppy sort of way. I leaned in and kissed his forehead and savored the richer scent of him, again that close to him. "This was AMAZING, Jack, awesome," I said softly. And then I found myself moving my lips against his and was kissing him with intent.
Jacks arms wrapped around me, and he kissed me back. Not the urgent, rough face-sucking we'd done before, but a long, gentle kiss that had us both sighing and moaning. God he felt good. And we fit so well, uncannily so despite our height difference.
"Shower with me," he said against my lips and kissed me again. "I want to feel every part of you."
I laughed at that. "You've felt most of me already . . . and tasted my best parts!"
Jack guffawed and kissed me again. I was at the same time ignited by his kisses and also feeling a foreign feeling of calm and safety. "C'mon, I have a," KISS, "GREAT," KISS, "BIG" and I laughed at that, "Shower," Jack said and giggled. Yes, this hot stud of a man giggled into my lips.
And I giggled back. "Of course you do!" I retorted, and I was aware that both of us were apparently enjoying the banter, if our growing cocks were any indication.
I reached down between us and grabbed his cock, eliciting a gasp. "OH GOD," he exclaimed, "You're going to KILL me, you stud!" he added.
"It's definitely YOU," I said, squeezing his growing hardon, "Who's going to kill ME. Death by ass-wrecking!"
"Oh, trust me, Mads, no way I want to wreck that amazing ass of yours, bud."
"Coulda fooled me, not all that long ago, when you were using my colon as a punching bag!"
"Oh, you charmer!" Jack laughed and pulled me in for a loud smack on my lips. "Come on. Bring your poor, abused colon and shower with me. I promise I'll be gentle," he added, reaching around and cupping my asscheek.
"Such a gentleman. How could I refuse?"
We both lay there still, not moving. He leaned in and kissed me again, gently but very erotically. I was powerless in every way at that moment, as if I was under a spell. Somewhere inside my head one track was shouting to get the fuck out, call it a great afternoon and evening and go back to my solitary and slutty life. But that track was muted and even if it had been shouting, I probably couldn't have acted on it anyway, so strong was his effect on me.
I was rolling on a wave of bliss as we kissed. It seemed to go by in an instant while at the same time it seemed timeless, a lot like forever. When Jack finally pulled away I wimpered and followed his lips. He gently kissed me again and parted again. "So good," he said. "But we NEED a shower . . . NOW!"
He got up and put out his hand to pull me up, and when we grasped wrists, he pulled me up across the bed with even greater strength than I knew he had. I'm not exactly a lightweight! My respect for his strength led my eyes to his bulging arm muscles and pecs as he pulled me onto my feet on the other side of the bed with him.
Jack led me by the hand, which he hadn't released when I'd got on my feet – and I quite liked it that he hadn't. We crossed his bedroom, and he led me into what I thought was a hallway but turned out to be the end of a large room that was entirely a closet. WOW! I thought, not only for the amazing size of Jack's closet but also for the rows of beautiful suits and shirts and ties and slacks and shoes and . . .
Then we were inside his bathroom, and I was really wowed! It was like something out of a magazine or a show about the rich and famous. Marble on the walls, slate on the floor, vastness and space everywhere, including a huge shower area at the far end. With a touch to the wall a ceiling of shower spray began raining down and several lateral sprays jetted out. Jack turned to me and grinned. "Like my idea?"
"Wow," was all I could manage. It suddenly struck me that Jack was some rich guy, way out of my league.
And like he had earlier, he seemed to read my mind. "I almost never get the chance to enjoy this with anyone, and today I'm a guy whose incredible great luck has me with an amazing stud I'm not worthy of and can share this with." I was still outclassed, but I was also blushing myself at that. He put out his hand to me, and I took it and followed him into that amazing shower.
It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Like being in a warm downpour in the high wind whipping the rain around us. Jack pulled me to him and held me tight for a moment and then took a large sponge from a shelf and doused it under the sprays and with his other hand turned a bottle of liquid soap and drenched the sponge with it. He began by rubbing it across my chest, and then down my abs. I wanted him to go lower, but instead he began washing my torso in long sweeps and then my shoulders and arms. I raised them so he could soap my pits and wash my sides, all the while wishing he'd wash my stiffening cock. He rinsed the sponge out in one of the sprays and again drenched it with liquid soap and stooped down to wash my thighs and lower legs and tops of my feet, still maddeningly not touching my crotch.
Jack turned me around and did my back and over my butt cheeks but not between them and then down the backs of my legs. At the height of my frustration and desire, Jack gently pushed my legs far apart and gently eased the sponge into the crack of my aching ass and lovingly rubbed my swollen ring. I was braced for a much bigger sting than came, maybe because he was massaging my one butt cheek while he did it. And then . . . he reached between my legs and soaped my hanging sac and nuts and basically made my body shiver like he was shocking me over and over again. When he turned me around, he'd rinsed and soaped the big sponge again, and he began to wash my groin and my cock, and I was instantly fully hard again. He had some fun pulling my cock down and letting it bounce back up again, all the while rubbing my balls with his other hand.
I was floating, enjoying the spray, the stimulation of his sponge and hand, the warmth. And when Jack replaced the sponge on my cock with his mouth, it was too good and shocked me out of my bliss. "Oh, no!" I yelled, and I yanked him up by his armpits and took the sponge from him. "MY turn!"
Jack smiled and leaned in to kiss me. "Take me," he mumbled into my lips before he slipped his tongue back in.
I enjoyed every bit of his body, just as he'd enjoyed mine. The difference was I started with his huge beautiful cock, and when I had him hard as a light post again and having trouble with his legs being steady, then I went to work on the rest of him. When I washed his ass, I rinsed it with my tongue, just to make sure it was thoroughly clean, of course! Jack had his hands propped against the marble wall of the shower and his legs wide apart, grinding his ass with my tongue-strokes. I could feel the vibrations of his moans which I couldn't hear over the sound of the shower's deluge. For a top – and I could tell from his hole that he WAS a top – that hole was virgin or close to it – he sure loved having his ass eaten deep and aggressively.
I reached up through his legs and felt his cock and found it as hard or harder than it was before when I'd been "washing" it. Damn, I was amazed that fat pole fucked me as easily as it had. The flange on that huge head – amazingly flared.
I turned Jack around and smacked myself in the face with that beautiful piece of meat and went to take it in my mouth. "OH NO," he said over the sprays, grappling to pull me up. "I need some food before we do THAT again. Or are you a homicidal sexual maniac, and you're trying to kill me by draining every bit of energy out of me?"
"That's not what I'm trying to drain out of you, stud," I said with a smirk.
With that he grabbed a bottle and was sudsing my head and hair, massaging my scalp so great that I moaned in submission. He handed me the bottle and used two hands on my head, increasing my submission, but then I realized that I should be doing his head, too.
We stood there rubbing each other's heads and then were kissing again. And then our arms were around each other again, and we were grinding into each other, sucking wildly at each other's faces. I finally pushed away from Jack and took both our cocks in my hand side by side. I'm big and he's huge, and I could barely keep a grip halfway around the two of us with my big hand. "Is it food or is it more of each other, stud?" I asked.
Jack tensed and took a deep breath, his eyes boring into me through the downpour. Then he reached back and hit a button on the wall, and the water stopped all at once. Guess that settled it. DAMN!
I hadn't realized it was quite so loud . . . or that I still had a grip on our cocks. I let go, Jack moaning a bit when I did. Then he went over to a shelf outside the shower and yanked out two huge fluffy gray towels and flung one at me. "FOOD!" he said sternly.
I reluctantly let the towel unfold and was about to start drying myself when Jack wrapped his towel around me. As he rubbed me he looked into my eyes and said, "Can I have some dessert after we eat?" and grabbed my ass.
"YOU FUCKING KNOW IT!" I said before I could even think.
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