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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 third ended with Jack and me, stinking of sex AGAIN, at the kitchen counter after three wild fucks . . .
Jack's tongue left me as my "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" reverberated through his loft, and my cock started pumping blasts I thought must be dry for all the cum I'd already emitted.
Somewhere in the background I heard Jack say, "Babe," and that came through all I was feeling, just as I felt his hand flat on my ass, warm and comforting and concerned. And then I felt the first blast leave my cock, and Jack's hand gripped my ass hard and he yelled, "OH FUCKN A that's fuckn HOT!"
I was fully conscious this time, unlike the last one Jack fucked out of me, which I later found out blacked me out for several minutes, apparently, as that was the time between my climax and Jack's. I felt every pump, both in the excruciating pain of my overworked nuts, every blast as it surged through my cock and, most significantly, Jack's grip on my ass.
I was gripping the counter as if my life depended on it, and Jack was still kneeling behind me, amazed with me . . . and with himself, too. My life, in fact, was changing, my body was becoming – well, honestly, HAD become – his, I just hadn't realized the extent of it yet.
Jack slowly got up and gently turned me around to face him. I winced a bit at the movement – I don't think my ass was that sore after my 25th birthday gang-bang my best friend arranged for me. Jack tentatively moved into me, our eyes locked, and he slowly put his arms around me. When I moved mine to match his embrace, he pulled me tight against him. Our stubbly faces rubbed against each other, and he kissed the base of my neck at my shoulder gently. As I moved my head involuntarily to nuzzle him, I heard him say, quite evenly, "You're incredible, Mads."
"You're the incredible one, Jack – truly," I said, not nearly as gravely as I felt it.
"Hungry?" he asked with a chuckle.
"I need another shower," I answered, and I quickly followed with, "But I need food more! Think you could eat with a stinking slut you've totally dominated for the past several hours?"
Jack's gaze turned intense. "As long as I'm within reach of you, Mads, I'm reasonably sure I can do anything."
Of course, my reflex took over. "Well," I smirked, "I'll make you prove that, AGAIN, just as soon as I get some energy replenished!" and I yanked on his slimy, hanging cock.
Jack jumped and grinned broadly, but then his gaze went intense again, and he said, "I'll hold you to that, stud!"
Gym Stretch Part 4
I winked at Jack and then pushed him away and turned to grab my dinner plate. It was still on the counter, barely, after being flung about when Jack jumped my ass after I showed him where I'd oozed his cum out of my ass onto his counter stool I'd been sitting on. Jack grabbed the plate away from me and pushed my salad plate in front of me. "I'll heat up our dinner. Start with the salad; this won't take long."
Jack went around the counter and reached over for his plate, too, and I reflexively licked my lip while looking at his strong shoulders and arms flexing.
"What?" he said, catching me.
"DAMN, you're fucking HOT, Jack!"
His grin was both studly and endearing. "EAT!" he said, motioning toward my salad. "You're going to need the energy if I have anything to say about it!"
A frisson went from my balls out through my cock, and my body shivered a little. In my defense, because I am not usually so completely entranced, even by the hottest stud, my blood sugar was undoubtedly low, I was probably dehydrated and we were both stark naked in Jack's kitchen, and he was, in fact, a hot sight to behold.
I took my water glass and drained the rest, and I took a bite of my salad. WOW! Just the right mix of greens, a hint of onion and a drop or two of vinaigrette that was unique but not overpowering. He'd whipped this all up while I watched. It looked effortless for him, and yet the salad was perfect, not adequate, the vinaigrette he mixed himself was superb and there wasn't too much of it on the salad, in fact it was just right.
As I was savoring bite after bite of the salad – I'm afraid my hunger overpowered me after the first bite and I was stuffing it in – I watched Jack separate our vegetables from our chicken breasts, both of which he'd grilled quickly on his built-in downdraft into two identical and interesting pans – devices, really – he'd pulled from a cabinet. Then he turned to one of many ovens on the far wall, and as he punched buttons and got soft beeps in response I enjoyed the sight of his shoulders, beautiful traps and delts rippling with the movement of the settings and then putting the chicken inside.
In a flash Jack was at my side attacking his own salad, standing at the end of the counter as I was. "We can sit down. That'll take about three more minutes, then I'll put the veggies in for two or three with it."
"YOU might be able to sit down," I said, exaggerating a head gesture toward my SORE ass. Jack laughed heartily at that. And then he wiped his lips with his napkin and leaned over and kissed my neck. I guess I stiffened a bit, both at the gentle intimacy of it and because I hadn't expected it. "Oh, is that all right?"
No, it really wasn't all right. I DON'T kiss! No, it wasn't – it was fanfuckingtastic, and I wished he'd do it again and again. Jesus, I was really OD'ing on those endorphins! "It's better than all right, Jack," I said, having turned to gaze dreamily at him.
Jack leaned in again, and this time he kissed the base of my neck at my shoulder, long and soft, and inhaled deeply. "God, I love the way you smell, Mads," he said into my shouler.
"Yeah, like a filthy whore that's been fucked senseless three times and then sent into orbit by your tongue!"
He laughed, and so did I, and I went back to my salad as he shoved a forkful in his mouth and went around to the oven and checked the chicken and put the veggies in with it.
"Is that—" I started.
"So, about—" was his start at the same time.
We were both quiet for a moment, and then I said, "You go."
"No, what were you going to ask me?"
"Is that a microwave you're heating our food up in?" I asked, trying to figure out the timing, because it seemed too long to zap something but it obviously wasn't a regular oven because he hadn't had to heat it.
"OH GOD NO!" he almost yelled. And I realized that this wasn't just utility, his cooking, but it was art, too. "No, that's a really interesting type of oven which uses heat from light to cook and has settings for re-heating and stuff. It works really well, and unless something has gone totally cold, you almost can't tell it's not freshly served."
And with that, the oven dinged, and he was off to collect our food. Just in time, too, as we both had less than a full forkful of our salads, we'd wolfed them down so hungrily.
He was absolutely right, by the way, about the food tasting like it had never been reheated. Like it hadn't sat untouched while he attacked me when he saw his cum, which had oozed out of my freshly-fucked ass and wet the leather seat of his stool, like he hadn't fucked me long and hard and blown my mind so thoroughly that when I came, well before he did, I literally blacked out and only came to when he was blasting a third load into me. Like it hadn't sat cooling more when he got on his knees behind me and lapped his load out of my sorrowfully sore hole and gave me the most amazing rimming I'd ever had, so much so I blew another wad without him ever touching my cock.
Nope the chicken and veggies he'd grilled and just now reheated tasted like a master chef's tournament submission as we stood side-by-side at the end of his wide granite island and ate like pigs.
"DAMN, this is good!" I exclaimed ungraciously with my mouth full. Jack smiled at me and kept eating.
We were both famished, obviously. We'd worked up quite the appetite, and this was a really great meal. "Oh," I said suddenly. "What was it you started to say before when I asked you about your oven?"
"Uh," he started and hesitated.
"Uh oh," I mugged. "Don't tell me – we've got exactly four minutes to finish and for me to get my slutty ass dressed and out before your husband comes home?" I joked, shoving the last bites of my delicious veggies and chicken into my mouth.
"Hey," Jack said, too seriously, and I knew we were headed back into waters I had no business treading. "Look at me," he said and touched my chin to draw it toward him. I shivered involuntarily at my doom approaching.
"First of all," Jack started, his eyes locked with mine, his face serious, "There's nobody." I am pretty sure I gulped, because I was sure more was coming than I was ready for. "At least there hasn't been anyone, but I'm hoping maybe that there is now," he finished, and I was proved right.
"Jack," I started, but he put his hand on the side of my face and his thumb gently on my lips. I couldn't help but move my head to the side to increase the contact; it felt that good.
"What I started to say before was that this, this afternoon to now, the sex, the shower, just being with you, is SOMEthing, something more than just the hookup we both went into when we left the gym together. And I was hoping maybe we could talk about that look of worry I saw on your face earlier, because I have a feeling it's about this."
I picked up the glass Jack had refilled for me now twice and Jack moved his hand from my face to my shoulder. I slowly drained the full glass of water again, wetting my dry throat so I could talk. "I'm not very good at this," I said, the honesty surprising me.
I dropped my eyes to my plate, but Jack gently brought my face back up and I raised my eyes to his as he had turned and now had his other hand flat on my abs. His touch was warm and electrifying at the same time. I could feel my heart beating. THIS didn't happen to me. Complications didn't happen to me. I hooked up; I had great sex, a lot of it; and then it was me, myself and I – my life was very . . . safe, in a risky sort of way.
I felt Jack's hand on my abs pressing gently and he rubbed me there and caressed my face. "Let's go take a bath and relax and talk," Jack offered. I'm sure my face showed my reaction to . . . TALKING . . . and he surely could feel my body tense, but that soft rubbing on my stomach and his fingers around the back of my head in my hairline, both felt so fucking good.
I reached down and cupped his balls in my hand and rubbed them gently. Jack smiled, but it had a tinge of disappointment. That hurt more than my savaged butthole! I didn't take my hand away, but I did lean into him and kiss him gently on the lips. When I pulled back I saw he was opening his eyes slowly, and it melted me, so I leaned in again.
And there we stood, kissing like two boys on their first date, except that he had one big warm hand flat on my abs and one hand on my shoulder, and I had his big furry balls in my hand. Every surface where his skin met mine was electric, but the kiss was long and gentle. I was again the one to pull back, and that time I involuntarily whispered, "Wow," and Jack sighed.
"Yeah, wow," he said, his face glowing.
I was flying on two different tracks. This was way too dangerous, too good and therefore treacherous. And it was SO good. And just as I plunged into the cauldron of those thoughts bubbling, and felt Jack's cock, realized it had stiffened, and my body was on fire for him again.
I slipped out of his hold, and as I was sliding down to my knees I said, "I'll talk. But first I want my dessert." And I opened my mouth and took about half of that mammoth fuckstick in and heard Jack gasp and felt his hands fly down to my head. Good choice!
I didn't let go of his balls. I took my other hand and firmly gripped the four inches or so that I couldn't get into my mouth, evoking another loud gasp from Jack. And I went to work in earnest on that amazing fuckpole which had brutalized my rear three times now, much to my extreme and unexpected delight. So to show it I set my not inconsiderable talents on giving Jack the best blowjob he'd ever had.
I took a handful of his hairy bull balls, sticky from our sex, with my other hand and pulled in into my mouth deeper while swiveling my other fist around the base of his shaft, enjoying the feel of his wiry pubes, also sticky with his cum and sweat from fucking me and inhaled his musk.
"OH FUCKN A SUCK THAT COCK!" Jack yelled, his hands both still clamped on my head, pumping that cock as far into me as my fist on his fat veiny shaft would let him.
My nose was getting battered by his thrusts, and I was working harder to take more, too, so I moved my hand flat against his groin and used every bit of skill to relax my throat and open my jaw farther than it was able, and I YANKED his nuts toward me at the same time. "FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Jack shouted, and then he was thrusting harder, shoving his impossibly huge cockhead into my throat.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaargggggggggggggggggggggggggg," came out of me as I realized that I'd both been successful and had probably also put my life in danger. I fought the feeling of panic and concentrated on the intoxicating manscent right there in my face, and I managed to get my tongue moving on his shaft a little.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jack exclaimed, and his hands caressed my skull, strangely calming me.
I pulled back, or tried to, his cockhead was literally jammed in my throat, and I could feel his cockveins pulsing and his head throbbing. I didn't freak out because I couldn't pull back off his cock easily, and I forced myself to slowly relax my throat more and pull back and then suddenly it plopped free of my throat, and I was able to inhale deeply.
Energized by the breath and the success of the extraction, I worked that cockhead aggressively with my tongue. I got a healthy dollop of his savory precum on my tongue and moaned as my tongue teased his piss slit and flicked around the wide flange of his head. The feel of him on my tongue and the taste of him was making my head reel, and I couldn't think about anything other than worshipping that huge beautiful manmeat of his.
Jack's hands were all over my head, massaging my scalp and no longer pulling me onto his cock but just feeling me, and his moans and affirmations were continuous. When I pulled harder on his balls his moans got louder, and when I sucked on his cockhead instead of licking his moan became long and plaintiff. When I went down his shaft again his grip tightened and a long, deep, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" rumbled deep in his throat.
My knees were cold on the slate floor, and the rest of me burned hot with my need to suck another load of Jack's juice out of him. My cock, hard and throbbing again, smacked the floor with my movements on his cock. I craved it every bit as much as I'd craved air before, when his fat cockhead was stuck in my throat. I NEEDED him to be reduced to twitches and quivers and spasms again – NEEDED to feel him that excited and out of control for me.
I worked that boy long and hard, and I didn't let fear of ripping his nuts right off him stop me from working them HARD. And he apparently loved it, based on his constant stream of moans, growls and expletives. Those and his hands caressing my head both spasmodically and rhythmically, oddly synchronous yet totally random, every movement igniting showers of sparks which went from my neck to my nuts, swinging there between my haunches.
His engorged cock's veiny shaft was like a massage on my lips and tongue, and I could feel every throb through those veins along that magnificent suckpiece. I was somehow throating him in deep strokes and inhaling his pubes like poppers and was more and more worked up the more I worked that man. I finally felt his cock get even more rigid, like metal, and his head flared wider.
"OH GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD," Jack cried, sounding every bit like he was in pain.
I increased the suction on his cock and felt his body tense, his fingers twisting in my short hair. There was a moment where he was silent, his body taut everywhere. I could feel the sinew of his well-muscled hairy legs tense against my shoulders. And then another long cry, this one not words, but sound, and then I felt that steely shaft pulse in my over-extended jaws before I felt a splat of his seed in my throat.
"MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I exclaimed, really meaning OH FUCKING YES! THIS – this is what I want, what I need.
As pulse after pulse sent blast after blast flooding my throat and mouth, I felt Jack's one hand leaving my head and felt him leaning forward into me a bit, his legs now quivering. I'd loosened my grip on his balls but was fondling them, enjoying the feel, however illusory, that they were lighter than before. Jack's hand which was still on my head strayed down the side of my face, his caress familiar to me, too needed but overwhelmingly welcome. I slowly pulled my mouth of him, my tongue traveling the length of his shaft as I felt Jack's body quiver and twitch.
I caught the last drop of his cum as my lips left his head and my tongue cleared his slit. His cock deflated fast this time, so when I let it slip off my tongue it flopped down a little, turgid and still fat but no longer stiff. I couldn't resist it and tongued over his head from the tip with a broad stroke of my tongue flat over it and started up his shift.
"OH FUCK, Mads!" he exclaimed and pulled back. "I can't take anymore," he said and pulled at me to stand up with him. And then he looked at me, his hairline sweaty, and added, "At least not yet."
I wiped my lips with the back of my hand while I didn't take my eyes off his, and then for good measure I licked the back of my hand. Jack wimpered as I did it, and I smacked my lips and said, "Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm GOOD!"
Jack very gently, tentatively actually, pulled me in to him and put his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty torso and savored the smell of us and the feel of our sweaty chest fur against each other. It felt good – too good – and more frighteningly, it felt right. We FIT together. And once again, Jack was inside my head. "I like how we feel together, Mads," he said quietly, rubbing my back lightly with his warm hand.
"Yeah," I croaked without intending to, enjoying it way too much.
He pushed away from me but held me and looked at me. "I'm leaping, Mads."
"Jack –" I started, but he stopped me again with his hand on my face and his thumb on my lips.
"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.
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