27: Jeremy (Vermont)

Jeremy and the outline for this story were developed in collaboration with a member who prefers to remain anonymous. The story itself was then written by me. This installment is a testament to the vibrant, hot creativity of Louche Lothario readers. I invite you to celebrate this art by diving into the narrative. If you’re interested in collaborating on your own story, please fill out this form with all your depraved details. Your ideas could inspire Leo’s next steamy adventure.

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The Vermont slopes were a stark contrast to the concrete jungle I called home. The air was crisp, the snow pristine, and the sky an endless canvas of blue. I'd been skiing all morning, but the mountain seemed determined to knock me on my ass. The third tumble left me sprawled out, breathless, with the wind knocked out of me. I lay there for a moment, staring up at the sky, contemplating my clear lack of ski skills.

"You alright, man?" A voice cut through my self-pity, accompanied by the crunch of snow. A figure slid into view, blocking out the sun. He pulled off his goggles, revealing a handsome face with high cheekbones and dark eyes.

"Yeah, I'm good," I replied, propping myself up on my elbows. "Just having a moment with the snow."

He chuckled, extending a hand. "Here, let me help you up."

I grasped his hand, feeling the strength in his grip as he pulled me to my feet. "Thanks. I think I'm done with the slopes for now. Might go grab some coffee."

"No problem. I'm Jeremy, by the way." He flashed a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Leo," I replied, returning the smile. "Nice to meet you, Jeremy. Thanks for the assist."

He nodded, sliding his goggles back into place. "Anytime. Enjoy that coffee."

With a wave, I set off down the slope towards the lodge, leaving Jeremy behind. The lodge was a welcome sight, promising warmth and caffeine. I stomped the snow off my boots and stepped inside, the heat wrapping around me like a much-needed and oh-so-welcome blanket. The chatter of fellow skiers filled the air, mingling with the clink of mugs and the aroma of fresh coffee, hot cocoa, and the ubiquitous santal smell you get at any hotel or resort anywhere these days.

The lodge buzzed with voices. I scanned the crowd, my eyes landing on a familiar face near the entrance. Scott, a friend from college, was zipping up his jacket, with a brunette tucked under his arm. Maisie, if memory served. They'd met on that cruise last year, though on the cruise I had spent more time with the captain and another passenger than I did with Scott and Maisie. I was glad to have this time with them now.

"Leo!" Scott's face lit up, a grin splitting his cheeks. "Thought you were hitting the slopes today."

"I was," I said. "The mountain had other plans. Retiring for the day."

Maisie chuckled, her breath misting in the cold air seeping in from the open door. "You should've seen Scott earlier. He wiped out so hard, I thought he was going to need a stretcher. I didn't know your legs could do that, babe."

"Well now that we know I can bend that way, I feel like we should explore that knowledge recreationally," Scott answered his smile bright and smitten. He extended a hand, and I clasped it, giving it a firm shake.

"Glad you're in one piece, man," I said, then leaned in to kiss Maisie's cheek. "Good to see you again."

"You too, Lee," she replied, her eyes warm as she seemingly bestowed a nickname upon me.

Scott gestured towards the slopes. "You sure you don't want to come out with us? Maisie's been dying to show off her skills."

I held up my hands in mock surrender. "I've had enough of the snow for one day. I'm heading to the lounge. You two have fun, though."

"Suit yourself," Scott said, pulling Maisie closer. "Catch you later."

With a wave, they disappeared into the crowd, leaving me to make my way to the lounge. The promise of a warm drink and a comfortable seat was too tempting to resist. The lounge was up ahead, the glow of the massive fireplace at the center of the room casting a warm, inviting light.

The second-floor lounge was bathed in the warm glow of the sun just a few short hours later. The panoramic windows offered a postcard-perfect view of the slopes. In the time since I'd seen Scott, I'd returned to my room for a hot shower and changed into my most comfortable clothing.

I nursed a hot tea, the steam curling up and caressing my face as I turned the last page of my book. The skiers outside looked like colorful ants, zigzagging down the white expanse. I stretched, the muscles in my back protesting slightly from the day's adventures.

Setting the book down, I decided it was time to hit the hot tubs. The main ones would be crowded, filled with families and kids splashing around. But there were others, tucked away on the far side of the lodge, promising a quieter, more relaxing experience. I made my way over to those.

The hot tubs were a welcome sight with steam rising into the crisp air. I stepped into the empty tub, the hot water enveloping me like a comforting embrace. The view was breathtaking: a frozen lake stretched out below, surrounded by snow-covered mountains bathed in the soft glow of the sun.

I leaned back, closing my eyes, the tension in my muscles slowly melting away. The sound of distant laughter and the soft hum of conversation from the other tubs was oddly soothing, a reminder that I wasn't entirely alone in this winter paradise.

"Mind if I join you?" A voice cut through my relaxation, smooth and confident. I opened my eyes to find none other than Jeremy standing at the edge of the tub, a towel draped over his shoulder. His slim, defined physique was on full display, a stark contrast to the bulky jackets and snow gear I'd seen him in earlier.

"Of course not," I replied, shifting to make room. "Come on in."

Jeremy peeled off his shirt and pants, revealing a pair of fitted swim shorts. My eyes traced the lines of his body—he was slim, sure, but every inch of him was toned, defined. The kind of physique that came from hours in the gym and a strict diet. I was impressed.

He slipped into the hot tub, a sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back against the edge. "Man, this feels good," he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his gaze fell on my chest. "You've got some serious pecs, man. I've always had trouble getting mine to grow."

I smiled, running a hand over my hairy chest. "Thanks. It's all about the bench. You've got some serious muscle tone yourself, though. Don't sell yourself short."

Jeremy chuckled low and easy. "Appreciate it. I work hard, but I'm not bulky and beefy like that, you know? It's all about the definition for me."

"It's seriously paying off. You look great."

"Thanks, man. It's a struggle to keep this toned, but it's my job. Gotta avoid all the good food if I want to keep my muscle tone and put food on the table, you know?"

He stood up, the water sluicing off his body, revealing his waist above the surface. My gaze dropped to his abs, each muscle sharply defined. He flexed, and the ridges of his six-pack tightened, the shadows deepening. Then he relaxed, and his stomach softened, the muscles loosening but still visible. My cock twitched beneath the water, hardening at the sight.

"Damn, that's impressive," I said, my voice low.

Jeremy chuckled, running a hand over his stomach. "It's really difficult to keep this up, but I'm proud of the work I put into my body. It's landed me some great contracts. Actually, I'm here in Vermont to meet with another director. He's using me in a campaign this spring."

I let out a low whistle. "Ah, you’re a model, then? That's awesome, man. Well deserved."

Jeremy's smile widened, and he flexed again, the muscles in his stomach contracting. "Thanks. I appreciate that."

Jeremy settled back into the water, his shoulders dipping below the surface. He scooted closer, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, I really enjoy getting compliments on my abs. They're my most prized asset."

I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah, I can see why. I've got a thing for abs myself."

Jeremy's grin widened, a challenge sparking in his gaze. "Test mine out?"

My smirk matched his, my heart rate quickening. "You're on."

He laughed, softly. "My room's nearby. Wanna go?"

Without another word, we stepped out of the hot tub, the cold air hitting our wet skin like a slap. I grabbed my towel, rubbing it briskly over my body as Jeremy did the same. We bundled our warm clothes up under our arms and walked toward the lodge. He led the way, his stride confident, his shoulders straight. I followed, my eyes lingering on the muscles of his back, the curve of his ass in his swim trunks.

We reached his room, a cozy space with a king-sized bed and a stunning view of the mountains. Jeremy tossed his towel aside, turning to face me. His abs were on full display. He caught me looking and flexed, the ridges of his six-pack tightening.

The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us off from the rest of the world. The two of us now face to face, alone, in only our swimsuits.

I didn't know Jeremy, but I hoped I knew where this was going.

Jeremy's eyes roamed over my body, lingering on my chest before trailing down to my abs. "Damn, Leo," he murmured. "You're fucking ripped. Those abs are... mmh." He stepped closer, his fingers tracing the lines of my six-pack. "Playing with my abs is erotic as hell for me. You cool with that?"

I chuckled, the heat of his touch giving me goosebumps. "That's why I'm here."

Jeremy laughed. "Good answer," he said, his hands still exploring my body. He stepped back, his eyes meeting mine. "Worship my abs, Leo. Then, if you want, try to break them down."

A grin spread across my face.

I was right.

"You have no idea how much I'd love that," I admitted, my voice low. "I've got a huge fetish for gutpunching, Jeremy. Like, massive."

Jeremy's eyes lit up, but before he could say anything, I zeroed in on his belly to worship his hard, slim gut.

Jeremy stood before me, each muscle in his belly defined with distinct hills and valleys. I couldn't help but stare, my mouth practically watering at the sight. I reached out, my fingers tracing the lines of his six-pack, feeling the hard muscle beneath his smooth skin.

"Goddamn, Jeremy," I murmured, my voice low. "These are... fucking incredible."

He chuckled, his abs tightening under my touch. "I work hard."

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his stomach. I could feel the heat of his skin, the slight tremble of his muscles as I kissed his abs, my tongue darting out to taste him. I moved lower, my tongue dipping into his navel, exploring every crevice.

Jeremy moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. "Fuck, man…"

I smiled against his skin, my hands roaming over his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles. "You've got such hot definition," I said, my voice muffled against his belly. "Each one is like a fucking work of art."

He groaned in agreement, his cock twitching in his swim trunks with each compliment like I knew it would. I could see the outline of it, hard and eager. I moved my mouth to his lower stomach, kissing and licking my way up.

"This muscle tone..." I murmured, my fingers digging into his sides. "It's fucking insane. You must spend hours in the gym."

He nodded, his breath laboring as I licked a path up to his chest. "Every day, man. It's a fucking grind, but it's worth it."

I could feel his heart pounding under my lips, his chest heaving with each breath. I moved back down to his abs, my tongue tracing the deep V that disappeared into his trunks. His cock was rock hard now, straining against the fabric.

"And this..." I said, my fingers brushing against his bulge. "This is all because of your abs, isn't it? Because of how fucking hot they are."

Jeremy moaned, his hips bucking against my hand. "Yeah, man. Nothing gets me harder than having my abs worshiped."

I smiled, my mouth moving back to his stomach. I was going to worship every inch of him, every hill and valley, every crevice. I was going to make him feel fucking amazing. And then, per his request, I would gladly destroy his abs. I’d beat them until he was a moaning, writhing mess beneath me. Until he was completely mine.

Jeremy's eyes met mine, a challenge sparking in their depths. "Try and break my abs."

I stepped back, my gaze roving over his belly. I placed my knuckles against his stomach.

"You want it?" I asked, my voice low.

Jeremy nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Bring it on."

I started slow, my punches landing with a steady rhythm. Each blow was firm, testing the waters. Jeremy's abs tightened under my knuckles, his muscles contracting, absorbing the impact. He took each punch without even a grunt. He held strong, his abs not yielding at all.

"You're fuckin' strong, man," I murmured, my punches picking up in strength. I could feel the power in his stomach, the resistance against my knuckles. It was a testament to his discipline. And damn, it was hot.

Before long, Jeremy's body began to glisten with sweat. I could see the strain in his eyes, the challenge morphing into determination. He was pushing himself, meeting each punch with a fierce resolve.

"Come on, Leo," he grunted, his voice a low growl. "I know you can go harder."

Fuck.

Jeremy's muscles refused to yield. I could see the pleasure in his eyes, the raw, primal desire. He was enjoying this, feeding off the brutality, the violence.

No man asks me to try to break his abs and walks away without an ache in his guts.

My cock was rock hard, straining against my own swim trunks now. The sight of Jeremy's abs, glistening with sweat, contracting under my punches, was fucking intoxicating.

"Fuck, man," I grunted, my punches growing harder still. "You're incredible."

I stepped back, my knuckles stinging from the impact against his abs, both his belly and my fists equally red.

I started to increase the power behind my punches, my knuckles finally beginning to drive into his stomach.

Jeremy stopped me, catching his breath as he rubbed his abs. I watched as he caressed his stomach, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. I reached out, my hand joining his, feeling the heat of his skin, the hardness of his abs, offering him a reprieve with my gentle touch, waiting for him to beg me to begin again.

"Goddamn, Jeremy," I murmured, my voice low. "Your stomach is fucking tough."

He smiled, a playful glint in his eyes as he sucked his abs into a vacuum pose, his stomach hollowed out and concave. He relaxed, his abs softening before flexing them again, the ridges of his six-pack tightening.

"Can you go for more?" he asked.

"Can you?" I responded. He smiled and put himself back up against the wall.

Okay, fucker.

I started hammering hard punches into the center of his gut, just above his navel. Jeremy grunted, his body trembling with each impact. His abs were still as solid as a brick wall. I could feel the power in his stomach, the resistance both physically and mentally he exerted against my fist, but I’d never met a gut I couldn’t break.

Jeremy's hands whipped up and gripped my shoulders, holding onto me as I slammed into him, his body shaking with each punch I delivered into his solid belly. But he held strong, his abs not still not giving in. But I knew he was getting close.

"Fuck, man," I grunted.

Jeremy's eyes met mine, "Don't stop, man," he growled. "Don't fucking stop."

My knuckles continued to slam into Jeremy's abs, each blow landing with a satisfying thud. His muscles were now slick with sweat — as were mine — glistening under the soft lights of his room. The strength of my erection only grew as I continued to admire what he could take, anxiously awaiting his break.

"They're not weakening, man," he grunted. "You gotta do better than that."

Bullshit.

I chuckled, accepting the challenge. I shifted my focus, zeroing in on his navel. My fist drove into the soft spot, and I felt him tense. A groan escaped his lips, and I knew I'd hit a sweet spot.

"That's it, isn't it?" I growled, landing another punch in the same place.

Jeremy's grunts grew louder, his body trembling with each new, harder impact to his navel. But he didn't back down, didn't tell me to stop. He was enjoying this as much as I was. I could feel his cock, rock hard and pressing against my thigh through his shorts, which sat tantalizingly low on his hips, opening up his lower gut to me if I wanted it. Not yet. .

I pulled back and slammed my knuckles into the center of his abs, and finally felt it — the moment his muscles gave way. My knuckles sank deep into his belly, crushing into his slim gut. Jeremy let out a hard grunt, his body collapsing into mine, the side of his breathless face resting on my pecs.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him up. His breath was hot on my chest, his body slick and sweaty. I could feel his heart pounding, his muscles trembling.

“You're fucking tough, man," I said softly, rubbing his back. "So fucking tough."

He clung to me, his body shaking with exertion. But he was smiling a wide, satisfied grin. He'd taken everything I'd thrown at him, and he was still standing. Well, mostly standing.

I held him tighter.

Jeremy let out a quiet chuckle, clearly pleased with how his abs had held up under my assault. I held him close, our sweat mingling, the heat of his body pressing against mine.

Then, without warning, he struck.

His fist slammed into my stomach, driving deep into my navel. The impact was brutal, violent, and — somehow — completely unexpected.

I have no one to blame but myself.

My thick abs did nothing to protect me, caving under the force of his fist. His knuckles crushed my intestines, flattening them into my body as the air rushed out of my lungs in a single, deep huff. The force of the punch sent shockwaves through my guts; a heavy churn rolled through my bowels, the sickening thud echoed in my ears.

I grunted, a guttural sound escaping my lips, as I felt his knuckles tear through my soft belly. My insides squirmed and collapsed under the pressure, my legs buckling as I struggled to stand upright. The pain was intense, but fuck, it was exhilarating.

Coming into this, I didn’t think I get the pleasure of my own intestinal abuse.

Quickly, I regained my composure and slammed Jeremy back against the wall, his body hitting the surface with a loud thud. He looked up at me, shocked I’d recovered so quickly without so much as doubling over.

I launched a few hard punches into Jeremy’s gut, each one sinking deep into his slender belly. His abs were faltering, the once solid muscles now yielding under my knuckles. Each blow landed with a wet thud in his sweaty belly, his flesh giving way, soft and pliant. I could finally feel the satisfying softness of his insides churning, his intestines shifting to make room for my fist.

The fourth punch drove deep, and Jeremy doubled over, collapsing back into my arms. I held him there, his sweat-slicked body pressed against mine once again. His breath was hot and ragged, his heart pounding against my chest. I reached down and cradled his gut with one hand and could feel his abs trembling, struggling to stay tight.

"Fuck, man," I murmured, my voice low. His belly had softened, the muscles lost their definition, becoming vulnerable. I ground my fist into his bowels, feeling the warm, yielding flesh give way. It was like digging my fist around in a pillow, the resistance minimal, the force absorbing deep into his gut.

Jeremy looked up at me, his eyes glazed with pleasure and pain. "Finish me off," he whispered. He reached down, throwing his swim shorts to the floor, his hand wrapping around his cock, and stroking himself slowly. His other hand found my dick, as I'd just flung my own swim shorts to the floor in response. He began jacking me off in rhythm with his own strokes.

I started punching his weekend abs, what little muscle he had left completely exhausted. My fist drove through the remnants of his strength, sinking deep into his gut. Each punch drove in deep, his intestines sloshing around, crushed under the force of my blows. His belly was distending, bulging outward with each impact, the sight only making my cock harder — though I desperately wanted him to cum first.

Jeremy's belly began to distend from the relentless assault. My knuckles sank deep into his navel and lower bowels, his insides now totally pliant. His intestines squirmed and coiled around my fist, a writhing, living thing trapped within his belly. His abs, once a solid wall of muscle, were now a quivering mess. Each punch drove deeper, his belly bulging obscenely around my fist.

My cock throbbed, rock hard and aching. I could feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling in my balls. Each punch brought me closer, the sensation of his guts against my knuckles driving me to the edge.

Jeremy's moans filled the room, only making me want to cum even more. I knew the force of my fists in his guts must have felt incredible to him. He was jacking himself off in rhythm with my punches, his hand a blur on his cock. His eyes were glazed, his face contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy. He was close, too. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the tension of his body.

"Fuck, man," I grunted, my voice low and ragged. "Your guts feel fucking incredible."

He let out a strangled moan, his body convulsing as I drove another punch deep into his belly.

I was close, so fucking close.

"Come on, Jeremy," I growled. "Cum for me." His body trembled, sweat slicking his skin, as I relentlessly drove my knuckles into his lower belly. The sight of his distended gut, yielding to my punches, was driving me mad.

His cock throbbed, and with a final, guttural groan, he came. Ropes of cum shot out, painting the floor in thick, white streaks. The sight of him, undone and spent, pushed me over the edge. My own orgasm hit me like a freight train, and I shot all over his red, beaten belly.

Jeremy collapsed back onto my chest for a third time, his body limp and exhausted.

He really did like my pecs, huh?

I held him up, my arms wrapping around his waist, my hands caressing his back once again. His skin was hot and damp, his muscles trembling with each breath he took.

"Fuck, man," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "It's been a minute since I've had the chance to do that with someone."

I held him tighter, my fingers tracing patterns on his back. His belly was a mess of sweat and cum. I could feel his muscles slowly relaxing, his breath steadying as he came down from the high.

"You good?" I asked, my voice soft.

He nodded, smiling. "Yeah, man. Fucking good.”