It's been a little while but I've wanted to write about what would happen if Hudson and Jack met up again after their adventures at 'Gunk the Hunk'. This is a little different and doesn't follow the same gameshow format, but it's still a thoroughly messy story.

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New year passed and I got a text to say the show had done very well. The festive period is a busy time of year with dinners, parties and gift buying that I didn't get a chance to watch the show back until January had settled in.

I clicked on the link Steve sent me to watch the show. I loved the way it had been edited together and it looked incredibly professional. First had been the vote, and I did think about taking a screenshot of me wearing the swim briefs as I looked pretty hot in them. What drew my eye the most was how much glee Jack had on his face as he got to gunge me for the first time.

"Have you seen the show back yet?" I text him.

Almost immediately, my phone pinged back alive. "A few times".

"Just watching it now. Your smile as you gunge me is too much!" I reply adding a few emojis.

Hudson: "Haha you look way too happy dumping that gunge on me! Your face is priceless"

Jack: "What can I say, it was a dream come true How are you liking the rest of it?"

Hudson: "Just got to the present opening game. Oh man, I forgot how much mess we got into there! The beans down my shorts were brutal"

Jack: "Don't remind me about the tomato sauce I can still smell it if I think too hard"

Hudson: "Lol your snowman jumper didn't stay white for long! Poor Coolio"

Jack: "RIP Coolio. At least he went out in a blaze of red glory"

Hudson: "Haha just got to the wrestling. We look ridiculous!"

Jack: "I know right? But also kinda hot Those singlets left little to the imagination"

Hudson: "True! Though not as revealing as those reindeer mankinis at the end "

Jack: "Don't remind me! I'm still finding cranberry sauce in places I didn't know existed"

Hudson: "Lol same. Just watched you get your first pie to the face. Your reaction is priceless"

Jack: "Hey I handled it like a champ! Unlike someone who kept licking the cream off their lips..."

Hudson: "What can I say, I have a sweet tooth Oh man, here's the part where I dump that bucket of cold gunge on your head"

Jack: "Cruel and unusual"

I left it a moment. And then I went for it.

Hudson: "Remember we said that we should do our own messy day?"

Jack: "I do"

Hudson: "You still keen?"

It felt like an eternity waiting for a reply. In reality, it was about 90 seconds.

Jack: "Yeah dude! I've been thinking about it too. What should we do?"

Hudson: "I could come to yours or you come to mine and we could play a messy game or two with some forfeits. Definitely some payback needed."

Jack: "I should say! I ended up losing! I've got an empty spare room we could use."

From then, we text over the next few days to sort out a date and sort out our materials. I promised I'd bring some more of the food bits while Jack would have the task of ordering the gunge and making up the buckets.

A few weeks later, not too long before I was due to drive down to Jack's. He sent another text.

Jack: "I've got a wild idea."

Hudson: "What?"

Jack: "I think we should decide what each other wear."

Hudson: "Haha, seriously!"

Jack: "Well, this one is not going on sale, so I'm happy to push my boundaries a bit."

Hudson: "We talking silly fancy dress?"

Jack: "I reckon we keep with the silly but sexy theme."



I chuckled as I read Jack's text about dressing each other in "silly but sexy" outfits. At first I felt a bit nervous - what ridiculous getup might he put me in? But the more I thought about it, the more intrigued and excited I became. This private messy day was our chance to really let loose and embrace the silliness, away from cameras and viewers.

Hudson: "Alright, I'm game. Nothing's off limits then?"

Jack: "Nope! Sillier and sexier the better. Let's really go for it. Wait until you see what I have in mind."

Hudson: "Two outfits. One sillier, maybe one sexier."

Jack: "Done."

I grinned, my mind already racing with possibilities for Jack's outfit. He had such a great physique - broad shoulders, defined abs, strong legs. I wanted something that would show off his assets while still being utterly ridiculous.

I found myself standing outside Jack's front door, nervously shifting my weight from foot to foot. I had a backpack full of messy supplies - custard, whipped cream, baked beans and other goodies. My heart was racing with anticipation as I rang the doorbell.

Jack opened the door with a big grin. "Hudson! Come on in, man." He was wearing just a tight white t-shirt and gym shorts. I tried not to stare as I followed him inside.

"Thanks for having me over," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "I brought plenty of messy stuff and two of your outfits."

"Awesome," Jack replied. "I've got yours in two bags in the bathroom. The spare room all set up and mixed up some colorful gunge. You ready to get messy?"

I nodded eagerly. "Let's do it! But, cup of tea first."

Jack led me into the kitchen and took out some mugs. I filled the kettle. "Making yourself at home?" he said with twinkle in his eye.

"Ah, just helping. Might be my final act of kindness today," I said smiling.

We helped each other to prepare tea, his much sweeter than mine. We then sat on his sofa. I sat there, quiet, thinking about how today would go. "Don't think I've ever heard you this quiet" Jack said.

"I was just thinking about when we first met over tea and what happened then. How history is kind of repeating itself now." I paused. "I did enjoy that day you know."

Jack smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "Have you ever thought how weird it is to have actually enjoyed being gunged and messy? But I loved it! Both times. Was there a favourite gunging you've ever had?"

I thought for a moment, sipping my tea. "You know, as much as I complained at the time, I think my favorite was actually that first tanking I got right at the start of the Christmas special. The anticipation of not knowing what was coming, then that flood of cold gunge... it was intense but exhilarating. And it got getting messy out of the way at the start of the day."

Jack nodded. "I can see that. For me, I think it was the wrestling match. Getting to roll around in all that slime with you was pretty fun," he said with a wink.

I felt my cheeks flush slightly. "Yeah, that was a good one. Speaking of which, should we get changed into our first outfits and get this messy day started?"

"Absolutely," Jack grinned. "Your outfit options are in two bags in the bathroom. Pick the one on the left to start with. I'll change in my room." I passed him his first outfit in a plastic bag and went into the bathroom. It was funny how similarly set up it was to what Steve had. A basin to chuck in the messy clothes, scrubbers everywhere to wipe away the mess.

Of course, most intriguingly, was the bag with my first outfit. I peaked inside. "Wow, he really has gone for silly and sexy" I muttered under my breath. This is what he wanted to see me wear.

A bright blue superhero bodysuit, complete with a red cape and yellow briefs to wear over top.

I chuckled, shaking my head. Jack had certainly delivered on the theme. The bodysuit looked like it would be skin-tight, showing off every muscle. And those briefs on the outside...well, that was just ridiculous.

With a deep breath, I started changing into the outrageous outfit. The spandex clung to my body as I wiggled into it. I pulled the briefs on over top, feeling slightly ridiculous. The cape swished dramatically as I fastened it around my neck. Finally, I slipped on the mask.

I turned to look in the mirror and burst out laughing. I looked like a slightly discounted version of Superman.

I went out of the bathroom, picked up my bag of supplies and tried to find the spare room. Only one door upstairs was ajar, so I tentatively pushed it open. Jack had blown up a large paddling pool which was in the centre of room. Surrounding it where buckets and buckets of multicoloured gunge. On a table, he'd placed stacks of paper plates. I started emptying the contents of my bag onto the table: baked beans, golden syrup, mushroom soup, custard, whipped cream.

"Oi oi, seen you've already taken a look."

Jack had come in. It was impossible to miss him. I had given him this oversized banana outfit from which his head poked out. Most impressively though, his large shoulders protruded from the sides of the banana. I burst out laughing. "You look ridiculous!"

"I feel powerful as a banana. Full ofpotassium," he giggled. "Not as powerful as a superhero though. You're looking good there Captain Underpants!"

I did a superhero pose, proudly showing off the briefs. "Ok, I've left my stuff on the table. So tell me, what's our first game?"

Jack grinned mischievously. "Our first game is called 'Messy Truth or Dare.' We'll sit opposite each other in the paddling pool and take turns asking each other truth or dare questions."

"Sounds fun," I said, trying to hide my excitement. "What kind of messy punishments are we talking?"

Jack gestured to the array of gunge buckets and food items. "Anything goes. Pies to the face, gunge over the head, beans down the pants - you name it. The messier, the better. Let's do 5 rounds of it. One point for a truth, two points for a dare."

We climbed into the paddling pool and sat cross-legged, facing each other. I was acutely aware of how the tight superhero costume clung to my body. Jack's banana suit looked even more absurd up close.

"You can ask first," Jack offered.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

I waited, having a think. "What's the most exposing shoot you've done? Have you ever done a nude shoot?"

Jack laughed. "What, wearing a mankini isn't revealing enough for you?". I blushed. "I'm teasing. Yes, I've done one nude shoot. Nothing where you seen anything down there, we had some well placed props like a pineapple. Was a fun shoot. I don't mind getting naked." There was stillness in the air. "One point to me, your turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

With a false hesitation, he asked "have you ever been with another man before?"

Neither of us dropped eye contact, but I could feel my blood pulse through my body. "Yes, one time. You?"

"No, no, that wasn't my truth. You'll have to ask that as your question if you want to know."

I grinned. He knew how to play the game. "Fair, we're even though. Truth or Dare?"

"Oh, I think it's time we got a bit messy. Dare!"

I grinned mischievously. "Alright, I dare you to let me pour this entire can of baked beans down the inside of your banana suit."

Jack's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded gamely. "Bring it on, superhero."

I grabbed the can of beans and stood up. Jack opened the top of his banana costume slightly, creating an opening. I tried to peak inside to see if he was wearing any underpants underneath, but all I could see was as far down as his belly button. Slowly and deliberately, I began pouring the cold, slimy beans down his front.

Jack squirmed and gasped. "Oh god, that's so gross! It's going everywhere! And it stinks!"

I laughed as I reached halfway, before changing tact and emptied the remaining down his back to his protestations. "How's that feel, Mr. Banana?"

"Like I'm filled with potassium and protein now," Jack chuckled.. The outline of beans juice streamed down the perfectly yellow costume. "Alright, Truth or Dare, Captain Underpants?"

"You know, the first time we met, I get very messy very quickly first, so I'm going to enjoy staying clean a little while longer. Truth."

Jack smirked. "Alright, playing it safe. Tell me then - what's the most aroused you've ever gotten during one of the 'Gunk the Hunk' shoots?"

I felt my cheeks flush. "Who says I got aroused at all?!" Jack raised his eyebrow at me. "Oh man, ok." I paused, considering. "Honestly? Probably during our wrestling match at the Christmas special. All that skin-to-skin contact while covered in slime... it was pretty intense."

Jack's eyes widened and his mouth twitched. "Really? I had no idea."

"Yeah, well, I didn't think the tight singlet helped hide things," I laughed. "If you go back and watch, you might be able to tell," I said as my cheeks went red. "Alright, your turn again. Truth or dare?"

"Let's go dare," Jack said boldly.

I grinned. "I dare you to let me smash three cream pies in your face, one after the other."

Jack groaned but nodded. "Do your worst."

I went back to the table and loaded up three paper plates with custard before using an entire can of squirty cream on top of all them. I picked up two and headed back to Jack. I held the first one just under his chin. "Any last words?"

"Let's get creamy!" And with that, I shoved the first pie in his face, cream splurting out around it. As the paper plate fell down into his lap, I immediately followed it up with the second. "Wow, you went for it." I picked up the third pie, pulled down the top of the banana suit and smashed it on top of his head. Jack beamed and laughed as he felt the custard and cream fall down his head. "Nice job," he said, wiping his eyes. "Now, are you going to be a cowardly superhero or are you going to take a dare."

I sat back down. "I guess it's time I took a dare."

Jack's eyes lit up with mischief. "I was hoping you'd say that." He glanced around the room, considering his options, before his gaze settled back on me with newfound intensity. "I dare you to let me pour that entire bottle of golden syrup down the front of your superhero suit, nice and slow."

My breath caught in my throat. This dare felt different somehow - more intimate, more charged. I nodded slowly, my heart racing. "Alright, do your worst."

Jack stood up, grabbing the bottle of syrup. He moved closer, until he was standing right in front of me. I could smell the sweet scent of the custard still clinging to his skin.

"You might want to stand up for this," Jack suggested, his voice low.

I rose to my feet, very aware of how close we were now standing. Jack's eyes roamed over my body and he peeled open the top of my superhero suit. He started to squeeze the bottle of golden syrup into it. He only occasionally met my eyes. It felt sticky and warm as the syrup clung to my body. Eventually, Jack squeezed so hard that it made a farting sound, piercing the tension in the air.

We returned to our seats. "What's the scores now?" I asked.

"I've got 5, you're on 4."

"Ok, Truth or Dare?"

"I could do with a break. Truth."

I sat and thought this through carefully. What did I want to know? "Did you hope we would just get messy today or where you hoping that something else might happen?"

Jack laughed. "What do you mean by something else?"

This time, it was my turn to raise the eyebrow. "I think you know."

Jack leaned back. "I guess so. I wanted to see how it went. I'd be up for it. Take it to a new level."

I nodded. "Well, let's do that. Your turn."

"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." I said it with confidence. I wanted him to know I was ready for whatever he had to throw, perhaps quite literally, my way.

Jack's eyes gleamed with mischief as he considered his options. "Alright superhero, I dare you to let me give you a very thorough, very messy massage."

My breath caught in my throat. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

Jack stood up. "First, I want you to unzip your costume to show off your back and lay down on your front." He then grabbed a bucket of bright blue gunge. "Then, I'm going to pour this all over you. I'm going to work every drop of this gunge into your body."

I nodded, my heart racing. "Bring it on."

Jack motioned for me to stand up in the middle of the pool. I did so, unzipping my spandex so the top half of my costume hung around my waist. I lay down, face looking at the plastic sheeting of the bottom of the pool. With agonising slowness, Jack began pouring the cold, slimy gunge over my head, shoulders and back. I gasped as it ran down my face and neck, quickly coating the entire back of my body. I'd missed the feeling of being gunge.

Once I was thoroughly drenched, Jack set the empty bucket down. I felt Jack's strong hands on my shoulders, beginning to work the gunge into my muscles. His touch was firm but gentle as he massaged the slippery mess across my back. I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure as he worked out a knot between my shoulder blades.

"Feels good, huh?" Jack murmured, his hands sliding lower down my spine.

"Mmm, amazing," I sighed. The combination of the cool gunge and Jack's warm hands was incredibly sensual.

Jack took his time, thoroughly massaging every inch of my gunged-up back. His fingers traced along my ribs, dipped into the small of my back. I was acutely aware of how intimate this felt, despite the silly costumes and messy scenario.

After what felt like an eternity of blissful massage, Jack's hands stilled. "All done."

We got up and sat back down. "One round left. Truth or Dare, Jack?"

Jack paused, considering. "Let's end this with a dare."

I grinned mischievously. "I dare you to let me dump this entire bucket of red gunge over your head before you do your best 'banana dance'."

Jack laughed and stood up. "You're on! But I warn you, my banana dance moves are pretty epic."

I grabbed the bucket of thick red slime and stood facing Jack. "Whenever you're ready, Mr. Banana." I slowly poured the red gunge over him as he looked up to me from his seat, gasping as his face became drenched in the red gunge. Slowly, it became unrecognisable under streams of slime cascading down onto his lap. "Bucket's empty," I said, placing it down. "Now, dance for me." Jack stood up and started swaying side to side, waving his arms in ridiculous motions. I couldn't help but laugh at the absurd sight. Soon, he started laughing with me. "Ok, ok, that's enough!" I cackled. I could see his smile from under the slime under his face.

He sat back down. "Ok, one final round for you. I'm on 8, you're on 6. You need a dare to get level. So, what's it going to be?"

"I can't have you beating me after one round. It's going to have to be dare."

"Are you sure?" he said. For a moment, it looked like his eyes were twinkling, but I wasn't sure if that was just because some slime had got into them and they'd slightly glazed over. "Because, now I've finished, if I give you a dare, I don't have to worry about retaliation. I could make you do something sosilly and sexy."

Jack's playfulness was keeping me on my toes. "Yeah, go on. Do your worst."

With purpose, Jack stood up and perused the remaining gunge on hand and messy items on the table like hawk finding its prey. We both knew that some mess had to be left over for the rest of the day, but he was right, he really could do anything now. He grabbed a large bucket of thick purple gunge and a can of whipped cream before turning back to me with a wicked grin. "Alright Hudson, here's your final dare," Jack said, his voice low and husky. "I want you to strip down to just those yellow briefs. Then I'm going to pour this entire bucket of gunge all over you. After that, you have to do your sexiest dance while I spray you with foam."

My breath caught in my throat. There was no pretence now. This was escalating things. But I found myself nodding. "Bring it on."

I stood up, peeling off the syrup-soaked superhero suit. I could feel Jack's eyes roaming over my body as I stripped down to just the tight yellow briefs. "Back wearing briefs, like the first time we met and got messy." And with that, Jack poured the entire bucket of purple slop over my head. He did it nice and slowly, covering my shoulders. I relaxed as the warm goo coated my body. Then he suddenly stopped. "It's your turn to look up now." I obliged, facing up to him as he emptied the remainder of the gunge onto my face, my eyes clasped shut to avoid the gunk getting in there.

Once he'd finished, I stood up. "Well, isn't there any music for me to dance to?"

"Nope, you can sing if you want."

Normally, that would be my worst nightmare. But, somehow, when you were wearing just briefs covered in purple slime and had golden syrup coated on your body, worries about being embarrassed go out the window. "Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me," I sang, thrusting my crotch into random directions. Jack immediately started laughing and launched the bright white foam at me. It latched onto my body and quickly started to cover my chest. I turned around. "Don't cha," I continued, slut-dropping my way to the ground. Jack didn't miss the opportunity, and quickly started to foam my ass up as much as he could. I started to bend over in a laughing fit. "That's enough, that's enough." Jack gave me an applauding cheer as he finished to spray the can of foam at me.

Then, for a moment, the two of us were stood, in his spare room, dripping in slop, staring at each other. If I moved, it felt like I would get an electric shock the air was so charged. I could see Jack's chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his banana costume.

Slowly, deliberately, Jack took a step towards me. His eyes never left mine as he closed the distance between us. When he was just inches away, he reached out and gently wiped a glob of purple gunge from my cheek with his thumb.

"You've got a little something there," he murmured.

I swallowed hard, very aware of how close we were standing. "Thanks," I managed to reply. "So, I guess we're tied now."

Jack's hand lingered on my face. "We are," he said softly, "and I've got one more thing for you to wear."

"Oh?" I breathed. "Well, I'm looking forward to see what I've picked for you next."

For another moment, everything was very still. "Ok," Jack said very matter of fact, "I've only got the one shower. If you want to go first, I'll start tidying in here a little bit and then you can come and finish tidying after once I'm in the shower." He turned around and began stacking the empty buckets together.

"Yeah," I replied. "Sounds good."

I made my way down the hallway, trying to do my best of not leaving a trail of purple gunge and white foam in my wake. As I stepped into Jack's bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn't help but laugh. I was absolutely covered head to toe in a rainbow of slop - golden syrup caked to my chest, streaks of blue gunge down my back, and a thick coating of purple slime and white foam everywhere else. The yellow briefs were barely visible beneath all the mess.

I peeled off the sloppy briefs and tossed them in the basin before stepping into the shower. As I stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, I let out a deep sigh. The warm jet felt heavenly as it began to wash away the layers of gunge and syrup coating my body.

As I scrubbed myself clean, my mind wandered back to the messy game we had just played. The way Jack's hands had felt massaging the gunge into my back and the way his eyes roamed over my body as I stripped down to just briefs. I had wondered whether there had been tension building when we played 'Gunk the Hunk', but now, it was undeniable.

Having been gunged several times by this point, I'd become a bit of a pro of cleaning myself. All in all, it didn't take too long. I also knew better than to try and shampoo anything out of my hair. Chances are, in a few moments, more gunk would be in there. Once my skin felt clean, I hopped back out of the shower and picked up one of the baby blue towels Jack had left out on the side. I systemically cleaned myself, rubbing my hair dry first before making my way down my body until it was all dry.

My eyes then glanced over to the other bag with my second outfit in. I'd already been silly, so this had to be more 'sexy'. I took a deep breath. Reaching in, I felt a fabric I didn't recognise. As I peered inside, my eyes widened. There, neatly folded, was a shimmering gold wrestling singlet.

I pulled it out, feeling the slick, stretchy material between my fingers. It was even skimpier than I had imagined - the front had a very low cut. This would leave very little to the imagination.

My heart raced as I stepped into the singlet, pulling it up over my hips. The material clung to every curve and muscle of my body like a second skin. I adjusted myself in the pouch, which pushed everything up and out prominently. As I slipped my arms through the thin straps, I turned to look in the mirror. My ass was suitably plump and nestled into the singlet and it felt like one wrong move and I'd have a 'wardrobe malfunction'.

It was time to face the music, or Jack. I walked back into the spare room, which Jack had done a remarkably good job of cleaning.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked, my voice coming out huskier than I intended.

Jack turned around, his eyes widening through the multicoloured slop he was still in as he took in my new outfit. His gaze roamed slowly up and down my body, lingering on the way the shimmering fabric clung to every muscle.

"Wow," he breathed. "That isquite something!"

I felt a flush of heat and laughed out of embarrassment. "Thanks. You certainly know how to pick 'em."

Jack nodded, trying to avoid openly admiring my body in the tight singlet. "It suits you. Really shows off yourassets," he said with a wink. "Right, my turn. We're pretty much there for the next game. What I have started doing doing though is making a leftover slops bucket."

"Oh no," I replied. I had been on the receiving end of one of those before. It was not the nicest experience.

"Oh yes," Jack countered. "But, I will give you the chance to pour any of the remaining gunge you can scoop out from the pool into there and then anything else you want in there."

Without hesitation, Jack waddled out, also trying not to make more of a mess in his hallway than necessary. "Your outfit is in my rucksack outside!" I called out after him.

It was a strange fifteen minutes waiting for him. He really had done most of cleaning so all I could do is scoop out about five cups of gunge into the leftover bucket and add some beans, custard and gravy into it. I then sat back down on the seat wondering what follow-up game Jack had planned for us.

Before he came back in, Jack made an announcement. "I can't believe I'm wearing this."

He opened the door. As he walked in, my breath caught in my throat. The skimpy, neon green speedo I'd picked out for him left very little to the imagination. The tight lycra hugged his muscular thighs and accentuated his impressive package. His chiseled abs and broad chest were on full display. He even wore the black collar I left in there.

Jack struck a confident pose in the doorway, a playful smirk on his face. "Well, what do you think? Is this sexy enough for you?" He turned slowly, giving me a view from all angles. The speedo was cut high on his hips, showing off his sculpted glutes.

I couldn't help but stare, taking in every inch of his athletic physique. He exuded confidence in a way I didn't when I came in wearing the singlet he picked out for me. "You look good. I'm happy with my choice."

Jack got himself into the pool. "So, it's currently even between us, so this game makes it all to play for."

"Wait," I interrupted. "We hadn't set out a forfeit for whoever loses."

"Ah, that's where you are wrong my friend," Jack replied, wandering over to what looked like a pile of blankets in the corner. He lifted it up to reveal a dark green bucket of gunge. "This has been sitting here for the last week. It's freezing and stinky. We've also got the leftover bucket that I can see you've finished making. So, I say that whoever loses this gets that."

I was impressed. Jack had planned this out ahead. "What if we took it up one more notch for a final forfeit?" I responded.

"How do you mean?"

"Well you've picked those two forfeits. I want to pick one."

Jack paused and then shrugged his shoulders. "Go on then, best forfeit you can think of to cap it off."

I paused, my heart racing as I considered how to escalate things. This was my chance to make a move, to see if Jack was interested in taking things further. I took a deep breath and met his eyes.

"Alright, here's my idea for the ultimate forfeit," I said, my voice low. "You see those three cartons of custard over there. The loser has to strip completely naked and let the winner cover them head to toe in that custard." Jack's eyebrows shot up, but I didn't stop there. "And then," I continued, my voice growing husky, "the winner gets to lick off any part of their body they choose. For as long as they want."

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I watched Jack's face contort, his eyes narrowing and brow furrowing in concentration. It was as if the air around us crackled with tension and anticipation. Then, after a long pause, he responded with a nod. "You're not holding back, are you?" he said with a nervous smile.

"Sorry, is it too much?" I interjected. "Forget it, we can do something"

"No," he said. "We'll do it. I want to do it."

Jack's words sent a thrill through me. I could see the excitement and anticipation in his eyes, mirroring my own. We both knew we were crossing a line. But neither of us seemed eager to back down.

"Alright then," Jack said, his voice a mix of nervousness and eagerness. "Let's do this." He cleared his throat, visibly composing himself. "But first, we should probably focus on the game at hand."

I nodded, trying to refocus my thoughts. "Right, of course. So what messy challenge do you have planned for us?"

Jack grinned mischievously. "Alright, our final game is 'Messy Battleships'." From a cupboard, he took out two Battleship sets with 5 grids. "We'll each secretly place 3 'ships' on our grid - one that's 3 squares long, and two that are 2 squares long. Then we take turns calling out coordinates to try and hit each other's ships. If you get a hit, you get to cover your opponent in any messy substance you choose. If you miss, they get to mess you up instead."

I nodded, intrigued. "Sounds fun. What happens when you sink a boat?"

Jack grinned. "When you sink a ship, you get to dump an entire bucket of gunge on your opponent. First person to sink all 3 of the other's ships wins."

"And avoids that nasty forfeit," I added with a smirk.

We set up our grids, carefully placing our ships. The anticipation was palpable as we prepared to start the messy battle.

"You can go first," Jack offered.

I studied my grid, considering my first move. "Alright, let's try... B3."

Jack's face fell slightly. "Hit."

I couldn't help but grin triumphantly. "Yes! Alright, I think I'll start you off with..." I grabbed a can of whipped cream and shook it vigorously. "A nice cream facial."

Jack smirked. "Second time you've done that today."

"Might not be the last," I said before I could stop myself. Thankfully, Jack burst out laughing. I loaded up a paper plate with the whipped cream and went over to Jack. "Bye bye pretty boy!" I then smushed the cream pie right into this face, dragging the plate up and into his hair. When the plate dropped, Jack's jaw was dropped and he was sniffling hard. "You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, just loads of cream went up my nose," he said laughing. I sat back down. "Ok, I'm guessing D4 for you."

I grinned. "Miss." I quietly sighed a breath of relief. "I'll go for B2."

"Hit again," Jack sighed. "You're on a roll."

I grinned triumphantly. "But have I not sunk that ship?"

"Not yet."

"Oh well, I think this time I'll go for..." I grabbed a bottle of chocolate sauce. "A nice chocolate drizzle."

I walked over to Jack and slowly squeezed the thick sauce over his head, watching as it ran down his face and chest. He shivered slightly as the cool liquid coated his skin.

"Your turn," I said, sitting back down.

Jack studied his grid intently. "A4?"

"Miss," I replied with a smirk. "I'm going to go for B1."

Jack groaned. "You sunk my battleship."

I couldn't help but grin triumphantly. "Yes! The first full gunging." I grabbed the bucket of bright green slime and stood over Jack. "This will match your speedos! Ready?"

He nodded, bracing himself. I slowly tipped the bucket, watching as the thick gunge cascaded over Jack's head and body. He gasped as the slime enveloped him, coating every inch of his exposed skin. The green goo clung to his muscular chest and abs, highlighting every defined curve.

"How's that feel?" I asked teasingly.

Jack wiped some slime from his eyes. "Slimy. But I'm not out of this game yet." He studied his grid. "C3?"

"Miss," I replied. Jack cursed under his breath.

I considered my options carefully. "E2?"

Jack's face fell. "Are you cheating? Hit."

I grinned triumphantly. "Excellent. I think for this one, I'll go with..." I grabbed the can of baked beans. "A nice bean shower."

I walked over to Jack, who was already coated in green slime, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. Slowly, I began pouring the cold beans over his head and shoulders. He shuddered as they slid down his chest and back.

"Ugh, the smell," Jack groaned.

I chuckled. "Just enhancing your natural musk."

Once the can was empty, I sat back down. Jack wiped some bean juice from his eyes and studied his grid.

"B5?" he guessed.

"Hit," I replied, with a sense of relief that I would finally get messy.

Jack's eyes lit up. "Finally! Ok, I think it's time you got a taste of your own medicine." He grabbed another bottle of chocolate sauce and walked over to me with a mischievous grin.

I braced myself as Jack began drizzling the thick sauce over my head. The cool liquid ran down my face and neck, quickly coating my chest and abs. The golden wrestling singlet was soon streaked with rivulets of chocolate. I stuck out my tongue to taste of the chocolatey goodness.

"Practising your licking skills already?" he teased. I blushed underneath the chocolate. After emptying the bottle, he asked "How's that feel?".

"Tastes pretty sweet to me," I replied, licking the sauce from my lips. "My turn to guess."E1?"

"Miss," he said with a smirk. "My turn. How about... B4?"

"Hit," I groaned. "And you sunk one my battleships."

Jack's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes! Time for your first full gunging." He bounced over to a bucket of bright blue gunge he had prepared earlier, nearly falling over in the process.

I braced myself for the onslaught of slime. Jack approached me slowly, savoring the moment. "Any last words before you get absolutely drenched?" he asked with a wicked grin.

"Just get on with it," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant even as my heart raced with anticipation.

Jack lifted the heavy bucket, positioning it above my head. "As you wish," he said. Then he began to pour.

The sensation was overwhelming as the thick, cold gunge cascaded over me. I gasped as the initial deluge hit my head, instantly soaking my hair and face. The slime cascaded down and I relaxed into its warmth. Jack made sure no part of my body was left unclean before setting the bucket back down.

"Right, is E3 one of them?"

"Nope," Jack replied, proudly. "I'm going to guess C2."

"Miss." I paused. "D2 has to be one of yours."

Jack grinned. "Hit, and that's another battleship gone."

I cheered and picked up a bucket of bright pink gunge. "You know, the next time I pour a bucket over you, it's going to be that leftover one. Because two more hits and I'm going to sink your next and final battleship."

"Do one!" Jack retorted playfully. With that, I very quickly dumped the entire contents of the bucket on his head, the pink gunge flying off in all directions. Jack gasped in shock. "I didn't expect that!" I returned to my seat.

"Ok, I need a win here. I'm going to go for," he paused, studying his grid, "A2."

I grimaced. "Hit."

Jack punched the air. "Yes, I'm coming to get you!" He went over quickly to the table, grabbed a paper plate and started to load it with whipped cream. "You know Hudson, there's only one place worse that I can think of for a cream pie to go. Do you know where that is?"

My eyebrows skyrocketed. "No?"

He turned around and looked at me in the eyes. "Stand up and bend over the chair." Without saying a word, I did as he said. I stood there, bent over, for what felt like ages. Suddenly, with no warning, a soft smack came against my ass. Jack's laugh must have been heard by all his neighbours. "Oh wow, that was worth it."

We settled back down. "Ok, hopefully it's time for revenge. C3?"

Jack grinned. "No. A3?"

"Not this time. I'm going to say A4?"

"No luck for you either. It's got to be A1 for you?"

I grimaced. "Yeah, you've hit and sunk my other two-square battleship."

Jack's eyes lit up. "Yes! Time for another full gunging." He went over to the bucket of thick orange gunge he had prepared earlier.

I braced myself, knowing this gunging would be even messier than the last. Jack approached with the heavy bucket, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"What was it you were telling me? That the next bucket you poured over my head would be the leftover one. I wouldn't be so confident."

"Whatever." I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

"Ready for round two?" he asked teasingly.

I nodded. "Bring it on."

Jack lifted the bucket high and began to pour. The cold, viscous gunge hit my head first, instantly soaking my hair. I gasped as it cascaded down my face and body in thick rivulets. The orange slime clung to every curve and crevice, quickly coating my entire body.

Jack took his time, making sure to thoroughly drench every inch of me. By the time he emptied it, I looked like I'd been involved in an explosion at a fake tan factory.

"So," I said, wiping the gunk from my eyes, "next battleship sunk loses. I've got to find a 2-square, you just need to find a 3-square."

"Shouldn't be too difficult," Jack said.

"C5?" I asked.

"Miss." Jack looked confident now. "D1?"

I kept my face neutral and waited for a moment. "Miss." Jack muttered under his breath. I looked at my board and what my options were. "I'm going to guess D4?"

I could see instantly what the result was. "Hit," he replied.

I grinned triumphantly. "Yes! One more hit and I win this thing." I surveyed the messy options still available on the table, my eyes landing on the can of mushroom soup. "You know, Jack," I said casually, picking up the can and turning it over in my hands, "I think it's time we add a new scent to your current... bouquet."

Jack's eyes widened as he realized what I was holding. "Oh no, not the soup. Anything but that!"

I popped the lid off the can, and immediately a pungent, earthy smell filled the air. "Mmm, smells delicious, doesn't it?" I teased, wrinkling my nose at the intense aroma.

Jack groaned. "That's foul. Please, have mercy!"

I chuckled, enjoying Jack's discomfort. "Sorry, no mercy in this game." I approached him slowly, savoring the moment. Jack braced himself as I held the can above his head. "Here it comes," I warned, then began to pour.

The thick, grayish soup slopped out of the can and onto Jack's head. He grimaced as it oozed down his face and neck, dripping onto his chest. The smell intensified as I emptied the entire contents over him.

"Ugh, it's so cold and it stinks," Jack groaned, shuddering as rivulets of soup ran down his back.

I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him covered in the gloopy mess. "I think it's a good look for you," I teased. "Very... earthy."

Jack wiped some soup from his eyes and glared at me. "I promise you, from now on, there's no mercy." I smiled back. "Right," he said, "looking at my grid, there's only one spot that almost guarantees me a hit. And that spot is E3."

I looked back at my grid. He was right. He hadn't struck anything in Row E, and as E3 was bang in the middle, it had to be right. "Yeah, that's a hit."

Jack laughed. "You're going to regret that soup, my friend." He grinned as he reached for the can of Broccoli & Stilton soup. "Oh, you think mushroom soup was bad? Just wait until you get a whiff of this."

I gulped nervously as Jack popped the lid off the can. Immediately, a pungent odor filled the air - the sharp, funky scent of blue cheese mingled with the sulfurous aroma of overcooked broccoli. My nose wrinkled involuntarily at the assault on my senses.

"That smells absolutely foul," I groaned, already dreading what was to come.

Jack chuckled darkly. "Oh, it gets worse. This soup has been sitting out for hours, so it's nice and room temperature." He swirled the contents of the can, the thick greenish-gray sludge sloshing around the can.

Jack approached me slowly, savoring my discomfort. "Ready for your green cheese bath?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself. "Just get it over with."

Without further warning, Jack upended the can over my head. I gasped as the lukewarm, chunky soup slopped onto my hair and face. The smell was overwhelming as it oozed down my neck and chest, coating my skin in a layer of pungent goop.

"Oh god, it's so gross," I groaned, fighting the urge to gag as slops of soup ran down my back and chest. The thick chunks of broccoli and cheese clung to my skin and hair.

Jack was clearly enjoying my suffering. "How's that smell now?" he teased.

I glared at him through soup-covered eyes. "You're evil, you know that?"

He just smiled back. "Good luck winning this. Plenty more where this came from."

I looked back at my grid, determined to win. But I still had four options. "D5?"

"Miss." Jack grinned. "E2?"

"Hit," I sighed. Another gunging.

Jack cheered and surveyed what was left on the table. "If I'm going to lick you, I want you to taste nice." He picked up the trifle that was on the table and walked back over. "Open up your singlet," he ordered.

I grinned at him and then obliged. He scooped his hand into the trifle and dropped a pile of sponge, cream, custard and jelly into my crotch. I let out a gasp as the cold hit my cock. He did it once more before emptying the rest of the trifle onto my face. "It's just a shame you won't get a taste of it," I said as he sat back down.

"Next hit wins."

I had to think carefully, but ultimately, this was a game of luck. I took a deep breath. "Alright," I said, my voice coming out huskier than I intended, "I'm going to go with... D3."

Jack's face remained neutral for a long moment as he checked his grid. Then slowly, a wide grin spread across his face. "Miss," he said triumphantly.

My heart sank. Jack had two more options and he'd win. I also had two more options but this was after. Jack had the advantage. Part of me was nervous, yet another part thrilled at what was to come.

Jack's eyes gleamed as he made his guess. "E4."

I didn't even need to check my grid. "Hit," I confirmed.

"YES!" Jack shouted triumphantly, jumping up from his seat. "I win!"

I groaned, knowing what this meant. "Alright, you got me. You know, we don't have to do the forfeits?"

Jack's eyes sparkled with mischief and excitement. "Oh yes we do! And you picked one. Are you ready?" He grabbed the bucket of week-old gunge. "A few more gungings for the loser."

I leaned back, bracing myself. "Let's get this over with."

Jack approached slowly, savouring the moment. Without warning, he upended the bucket over my head. I gasped as the cold, stinking slime cascaded over me. It was thicker and more pungent than any of the previous gungings, clinging to my skin in thick globs.

"Ugh, that's foul," I groaned, fighting the urge to balk. "It really stinks!"

"I know," Jack replied. "That's why I'm so glad it's over you and not me." He then grabbed the bucket of leftovers and poured that over my head. I gasped as the second bucket of cold, chunky slop hit me. The mixture of leftover gunge, beans, custard and who knows what else sloshed over my head and body. The smell was overwhelming - a nauseating blend of sour dairy, rotten vegetables, and stale gunge. Suddenly, the thought of licking me didn't feel quite as sexy.

"Oh god," I groaned, spitting out a mouthful of the vile concoction. "That's absolutely disgusting."

Jack was grinning from ear to ear as he emptied the last dregs over me. "How's that feel, loser?" he teased.

I wiped some of the muck from my eyes and glared at him. "Like I need about ten showers."

"Well, you're not done yet," Jack reminded me with a wicked glint in his eye. "Remember the final forfeit you suggested?"

My stomach did a flip. "I do."

"Wipe that stinky and smelly mess off yourself and then," he paused, "strip."

My heart raced as I stood up, dripping with foul-smelling slop. Jack handed me a towel and I did my best to wipe off the worst of the muck, though the stench still clung to my skin. With slimy hands, I peeled off the sticky, golden singlet, revealing my skin to the cool air. As I stood there, exposed and vulnerable, I couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation and freedom. My body was mine and I was here with someone who wanted to have a good time. And for a moment, I relished in the feeling.

Jack's eyes roamed over my body appreciatively. "Now that's a good look for you," he said with a wink.

I felt exposed as I lay down in the bottom of the slimy pool but thrilled as Jack grabbed the first carton of custard. "Ready for your dessert coating?" he asked.

I nodded, closing my eyes as Jack began pouring the thick, cool custard over my head. It cascaded over my face, coating every inch of skin. Jack took his time, making sure to thoroughly cover me from head to toe. He grabbed a second carton, focusing on my chest this time, masking the odour of what came before. Finally, with the last carton, he poured it directly onto my crotch, the custard splattering about everywhere. Quite easily, I could feel my cock get hard.

I lay there, completely coated in thick, cool custard from head to toe. My heart was racing as I felt Jack's eyes roaming over my custard-covered body. "Where should I start?" he mused.

"Anywhere you want," I replied, swallowing hard.

I gasped as Jack knelt down and put his warm tongue on my neck, licking a stripe through the custard. The contrast between the cool dessert and his hot mouth sent shivers down my spine. Jack took his time, slowly and deliberately lapping up the custard with long, sensual strokes of his tongue.

He moved down to my chest, swirling his tongue around my nipple. I couldn't hold back a moan at the sensation. Jack chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on me. He continued his journey downward, licking patterns across my abs.

My breath hitched as Jack's tongue dipped into my naval where a small pool of custard had been created. "Tasty," he said. He then continued down to my cock and started with a few licks before sucking. I reached my hand to his gunge-soaked head as I began to feel high. Jack took his time and by the time I next looked down, my cock was clean.

Jack lifted his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. My heart raced as Jack crawled up my body, his own messy skin sliding against mine. He paused, hovering over me, his face just inches from my own. I could see flecks of cream and gunge still clinging to his eyelashes.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, suddenly serious.

I nodded, unable to find my voice. Jack smiled and closed the distance between us, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was sweet and sticky, tasting of custard and a little bit of trifle. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. My hands began to wander to the back of his briefs, slime soaking them. As I began to tug on the waistband, Jack's breathing suddenly became more erratic. I paused. "Go for it," he whispered into my ear. I slowly then pulled down his briefs, trying to keep my composure throughout. I could feel his shaft dig into my thighs as he used his feet to rid himself off the briefs.

He sat back up and I got my first look at his body. Streaks of pink gunge and mushroom soup covered his torso but his crotch still looked remarkably clean save for a few flecks of gunge that had found itself there after rubbing against me. "What now?" I asked, staring into his eyes as he towered over me.

Biting his lip, Jack eyes looked down his chest to what was under his waist. "Time to return the favour?"

My heart raced and lips smiled as Jack stood up. I spun around, trying not to fall back over in the mess at the bottom of the paddling pool. His hard cock hovered just inches from my face. I could smell the faint scent of gunge and sweat. "Good job I like mushroom soup," I said smirking.

With a small smile, Jack pushed his hips forward until the tip of his cock brushed against my lips. I opened my mouth, welcoming him in. As I took him deeper, Jack let out a low moan. His hands tangled in my messy hair as I began to suck and lick.

I took my time, tasting every inch of Jack as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. My tongue swirled around the tip before I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked. Jack's breathing grew heavier, his fingers tightening in my messy hair.

Suddenly, I felt Jack shift slightly as he let go of my hair. Before I could react, a flood of cold, thick slime cascaded over my head and shoulders. I gasped around Jack's cock as the gunge enveloped me, running down my back. The sensation was overwhelming - the contrast of Jack's hot, hard length in my mouth and the cool slop coating my skin sent shivers through my body.

As the gunge continued to pour over me, I redoubled my efforts on Jack's cock. The slime dripped down my face, getting into my mouth as I sucked. I could hear Jack's gentle moans as I made sure he was almost ready to burst.

"Wait, wait," I heard Jack call out. I stopped and looked up. "There's still another bucket left. Gunge me." Out of breath as he spoke, he smiled down at me. I looked to my right and saw that there was one bucket of yellow gunge left.

I grinned as we changed positions. "Your wish is my command," I said, picking up the final bucket.

Jack braced himself, looking up at me in a sexy and vulnerable way, as I hovered the heavy bucket above him. Without warning, I started pouring it over his head, watching as the thick yellow slop cascaded over his face. He gasped as the cold gunge enveloped him, running down his chest.

The sight of Jack covered head to toe in bright yellow slime, his hard cock now looking a sausage glazed in mustard, was too much to bear. I couldn't hold back any longer. I surged forward, him taking me back into his mouth.

This time, I couldn't help but moan loudly as he sucked, my hands roaming over his gunge-covered head. The slippery mess between us only added to the sensations as he worked me closer and closer. My moans got louder, more intense. "I'm going to blow," I shouted. At the last second, Jack pulled back, his lips leaving my throbbing cock. Before I could process what was happening, pleasure crashed over me. I cried out as I began to climax, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Thick ropes of cum erupted from my cock, splattering across Jack's face, mixing with the bright yellow gunge. I watched in awe as streak after streak painted his features - across his forehead, over his nose, coating his cheeks and chin.

Jack's eyes widened in shock, but a smile quickly spread across his messy face. He licked his lips, tasting the mixture of gunge and cum. "Mmm, salty," he murmured with a wink.

As my view came back into focus, I gazed at Jack's gunge and cum-covered face in awe. He looked absolutely debauched, streaks of yellow slime and white cum dripping down his cheeks and chin. "Wow," I breathed, still panting slightly. "That was..."

"Messy," Jack finished, grinning up at me. He wiped some of the messy mixture from his eyes. "I think you missed a spot though," he teased, gesturing to a clean patch on his forehead.

I chuckled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. "Sorry about that. Got a bit carried away there."

Jack's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I'm not complaining. But I think it's my turn now, don't you?"

I blushed and went down onto my knees. But Jack then climbed out of the pool, stroking his cock with purpose to keep it rock hard. "What you doing?"

Jack didn't answer. He just turned back and smiled as he reached the table. He grabbed a paper plate and started to load it up with a final can of whipped cream. He turned back to me with a glint in his eye that knew he had outclassed me today. The paper plate piled high with fluffy white cream. My eyes widened as I realized what he had in mind.

"Jack..." I started, but he just grinned and shook his head.

"Shh, just enjoy the show," he said, his voice husky with desire.

I watched, transfixed, as Jack began to stroke himself with his free hand. His cock was still slick with yellow gunge, allowing his hand to glide smoothly along his length. He moaned softly, his eyes locked on mine as he pleasured himself. I knelt there, mesmerized, as Jack's body tensed. With a loud groan, he began to climax. I watched in awe as thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, splattering into the mound of whipped cream. Streak after streak painted the fluffy white surface as Jack shuddered through his intense orgasm.

When he finally finished, Jack was panting heavily, his chest heaving. The plate of whipped cream was now marbled with ribbons of pearly white cum. Jack's eyes met mine.

"Hope you saved room for dessert," he said with a wink, approaching me with the cream pie.

I couldn't help but chuckle, even as my heart raced with anticipation. "You're ridiculous," I said fondly.

"You love it," Jack replied. He came over, his cock inches from my face. I closed my eyes before feeling the soft impact as he shoved the cream pie directly into my face. The cold, sticky mixture of whipped cream and cum coated my skin as Jack smeared it all over. While the cream was cold, the cum was still hot enough to leave a few patches of warmth on my face.

When he finally pulled the plate away, I blinked my eyes open, licking my lips and tasting the salty-sweet combination. Jack was grinning down at me, looking incredibly pleased with himself.

"Well, that was certainly the most memorable dessert I've had in a while," I said, wiping some of the sticky mixture from my eyes. I looked around. Empty cans. Turned over buckets. An indescribable colour of liquid mess in the bottom of the paddling pool. "I think we've outdone ourselves on the messiness scale today."

Jack laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. "I'd say so. Steve would be proud of our dedication to getting thoroughly gunged."

We looked at each other, both completely covered head to toe in a rainbow of slime, custard, whipped cream, and other messy substances. The sight was so ridiculous that we both burst out laughing.

"We look absolutely ridiculous," I managed to say between giggles.

"Speak for yourself," Jack replied with a wink. "I think this is a great look for me."

I stood up, feeling the various gooey substances sliding down my body. "Well, as fun as this has been, I think it's time we cleaned this up and then ourselves.

For the next thirty minutes, Jack and I just talked. We spoke about our favourite football teams, places we'd been on holiday, our favourite drinks at a pub. This conversation, where we actually start to get to know each other, done naked and covered in slime. After we'd scooped all the mess in the bottom of the pool into buckets to be poured out later, Jack offered me to go first in the bathroom.

As I walked out, I turned back and said "we could always save on hot water".

We stepped into the shower together, the warm water cascading over our messy bodies. Gunge, custard and cream swirled around our feet as we began to rinse off.

Jack grabbed a scrub and some soap, lathering it up. "Turn around," he instructed softly. I obliged, sighing contentedly as he began to scrub my back, working the soap into my skin to wash away the layers of gunk.

"This is nice," I murmured, enjoying the feeling of Jack's strong hands massaging my shoulders.

"Mmm," Jack agreed. "Much better than trying to clean up alone after Steve's shoots."

We took our time, carefully washing every inch of each other. Once clean, we had one last kiss under the hot water before getting out.

When we were both dressed, we sat back down on the sofa drinking another cup of tea. A comfortable silence settled between us. The events of the day played through my mind - the messy games, the forfeits, and the intimate turn things had taken. I glanced over at Jack, admiring the way his damp hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck.

"So," I began, breaking the silence. "That was... quite an afternoon."

Jack chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's an understatement. I don't think I've ever been that messy in my life - and that's saying something."

I smiled. "Not even on 'Gunk the Hunk'?"

"Nope," he replied. "That was a new level of messiness."

"I have to admit, it was pretty fun."

Jack's gaze met mine, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "Yeah? Even the, um, non-messy parts?"

"Yeah, especially those."

We lapsed into silence again, both lost in thought. As time slipped away, our little conversation over sips of tea became small talk.

As I grabbed my bag to leave, Jack laughed. "If you want, we can do this again."

"Really?"

"Really. I had fun. Although, you can host next time."

I smiled. "Who knows? Maybe next time will be back at 'Gunk the Hunk'?"

"That would be fun. You can't beat a good gunge tank."

As I opened his front door, I replied "only if someone is sucking your cock".

Jack burst out laughing. "Too right. I'll see you around. Text me."