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The Client – continued Part 4 by Mads van Duessen
Our dessert was definitely going to be of the carnal variety. I'd thanked Bob again for treating me on his expense account before we'd left the fancy restaurant. It had been a very nice meal, made nicer by spending it with a very nice, sexually stimulating man.
As we were walking outside the restaurant I instinctively reached out and took Bob's hand in mine, not really thinking about anything other than that I really liked this guy. Bob, however, was stunned. He didn't yank his hand back or anything, but he stopped dead in his tracks, which stopped me, and he looked at his hand and then at me and then around us at the other people out walking on the street. He held on, though.
Before I could say anything, a couple of great looking, built guys passed, one of them clamping Bob on the shoulder and startling him. "You two make a great looking couple. I'd hang onto that one if I were you, dude," the guy said with an exaggerated gesture my way. They kept walking, and Bob blushed.
We were standing farther apart that two people holding hands should be, making it obvious to anyone looking that one of us wasn't quite comfortable. It was Bob who was obviously not quite comfortable, yet he was grasping my hand.
I had intended to let his hand go when he first stopped in his tracks when I'd taken his hand, but with him holding my hand back, I changed my mind. I took a step into him instead, and right there on the street I pulled him into a full-on kiss.
Bob was surprised, but he clamped his free arm around me and gave me one hell of a kiss back. When we finally broke the kiss, and I couldn't tell which one of us did, we both inhaled deeply.
"WOW!" I exclaimed, grinning at him. And I realized that a couple of people had stopped and were clapping and whistling. WAY TO BE DISCREET AND NOT MAKE HIM ANY MORE UNCOMFORTABLE I, thought to myself, and my grin wavered.
Bob, on the other hand was not only grinning, he raised our arms, hands still clasped together, as if he was declaring the victor at a boxing match, and looked around to make certain everyone was enjoying the show. Turning to me, he said, "Guess that makes me officially OUT, now!" and laughed.
"Okay, okay, show's over, folks," I mugged to the crowd, and I pulled Bob as I started walking again. "Why is it I get the feeling that `Go big or go home!' is your fundamental life philosophy?" I asked as we walked.
Bob's grip on my hand was tight, but it also conveyed an electricity that was in him. His steps were bouncy, his mood was clearly high. "Jerry, you have no idea how free I feel all of a sudden. He took a few bouncy steps ahead and turned so he was half-hopping sideways beside me. "This is so FUCKING awesome to just be ME! I've been dreading what it would be like for so fucking long, and it isn't anything like what I thought it would be at all," he gushed.
"Easy, tiger," I cautioned, and I used our clasped hands to rein him in a little, pulling him back into step beside me.
I knew the high he was on. I knew what it was like to take that first step out of the closet and find out that the world didn't end because it found out you like to suck cock or take it up the ass. But I also knew that this wasn't a short trip; it's a journey, full of twists, turns, ups and downs. I didn't want to be a killjoy for him. But I also felt some responsibility for him, like I was this hot, sweet young man's gay mentor or something.
We'd walked a couple of blocks, just holding hands, quiet. Bob was smiling the entire time. "Was it easy for you when you came out, Jerry?" he asked suddenly.
"UH, NO!" I answered in a gross understatement and laughed.
We walked on, and Bob didn't push it. Strangely, that made me want to say more. "I was part of a corps, literally the Marine Corps, but I was part of a corps of manly men who weren't GAY," I said, emphasizing the word like so many of my brothers did. "We only used each other for sexual gratification when it was necessary; we didn't ENJOY it! OH FUCK NO! That would have been wrong, perverted, disgusting. Well, the Pentagon removed the prohibition, and I said, "FUCK YES, I'm gay! And it's about damn time I can stop hiding it, because it's part of me, and that's the ME that's been fighting beside you, had your backs, you've depended on, your FUCKING BROTHER for Chrissake! That's the same FUCKING ME who's always been here. And yeah, when I sucked your cock those times, FUCK YES I enjoyed it!"
I didn't realize I'd gotten so worked up until a guy who was passing joined in and said, "RIGHT ON, BROTHER!" and gave me a power pump with his fist. It broke the spell . . . and I laughed.
Jerry seemed a little taken aback. I could feel in his hold on my hand that he was a bit tentative, and his posture next to me seemed like he was uncertain of what to say or do.
"The moral of the story, Bob?" I threw in, but I didn't wait for him to reply. "The moral of the story is that some people can handle the truth and some can't. Colonel Jessup was sure right about that!"
"Was he your commanding officer?" Bob asked.
At that I really laughed. "Oh, man," I said, trying to get hold of myself. "Bob, you do realize that as a gay man you're expected to be completely versed in movie trivia, particularly movie trivia about hot actors and even more specifically about hot actors playing hot military roles where the testosterone is flying faster than blood in a slasher flick, right?"
Bob laughed. "Guess this really is just one small step for gay man, not one giant leap for gay mankind." But after he said it, he suddenly did that bouncing around sideways thing to me again and then JUMPED in the air pumping his fist, shouting "WOO HOO!"
I loved his youthful exuberance. It was the other side of the serious, calm, professional man, who'd come for a job interview in a new place where he could restart his life on his terms.
"This is MY step, though, Jerry!" he said, facing me, doing that sideways walk-hopping thing again. "And every step from now on is MINE. No more hiding who I am. No more worry about who will think or will say what. NONE OF THAT!" he shouted, twisting around and shaking his fist in the air again. "And the best part," he said, hopping around to face me, "Is that I have this HOT guy holding my hand, and in a very short time he and I will be naked again, enjoying each other again."
Then he stopped short, his face looking stricken. "What?" I blurted.
"We ARE still having our DESSERT?" he asked, looking a little embarrassed to have assumed we'd be fucking our brains out.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I almost shouted at him, and the poor guy actually cringed. Sometimes the marine in me comes out. I quickly broke into a wide grin and followed it with, "Private? It's a damn good thing you've embraced your inner gay . . . because you're going to give it a full workout tonight, THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE!" I leaned in and kissed him, and it was no peck; it was full of nasty intent.
"SIR, YES SIR!" he mumbled into my lips, and we both broke into a laugh, thereby ending a really HOT kiss.
I'll say this for Bob: he turned me on . . . brain, cock, everything in between!
We walked the rest of the way back and into the hotel still holding hands, goofy smiles on our faces. If that had all there'd been to the day, I'd think it was awesome. I thought maybe Jerry would break the hand hold when we got inside the hotel, but he didn't. If anything he was closer to me, our shoulders touching, than we'd been before.
In the elevator he turned to me and leaned up just enough to push his lips into mine, along with pushing his body into mine. The short elevator ride was long enough to get both of us fully hard again, like we'd been heading to when he laughed away my dirty-dancing kiss a bit earlier. When the doors opened we were both adjusting ourselves in our pants, trying to walk without injuring our protruding members. We both cracked up, and then I said, "Here, let me help you with that," and reached out and unzipped his pants and tried to reach in, laughing even more.
To that, my brave new gay man, did take umbrage, looking around quickly as he batted my hand away and covered his gaping fly with his hands. I laughed more, but I was also suddenly sorry we weren't holding hands anymore.
Bob got the key and fumbled it a couple of times and then got it into the door slot and tried it a couple of times before he got the green light and click that signaled we could go inside. He looked relieved. He looked cute. Bob opened the door and pushed it in against the spring-loaded hinge, and he held it open awkwardly for me. Yeah, definitely cute!
On my way into his suite, as I passed him, I brushed his face with my hand, enjoying his reflexive blush and downcast bashful look. I couldn't help grinning at him and tosseled his hair, too, just because, which caused his blush to increase. The same effect occurred in my dick – rushing blood!
When Bob closed and locked the door, he turned around and was suddenly a little shy. He just stood there, still blushing. I, on the other hand, was giving him my best "hot and ready" pose, leaning back against the back of the sofa, legs crossed in front of me, arms back, hands out behind me on the sofa, smiling.
Bob fidgeted a little, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He really was adorable.
"Your fly's already open, big boy," I said in a low voice. "Wouldn't be too much effort to get you the rest of the way ready to have your nasty way with me!"
Bob's shy, flushed face changed instantaneously to a grin. "So what am I waiting for?" he asked, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants.
"Oh yeah, big boy. Take it ALL off!" I goaded him.
Bob got into it. He opened his pants, but instead of taking them off, he slowly pulled his shirttails out as he began gyrating his hips and then unbuttoned a couple of buttons and dance around more erotically. I pointedly looked down at my own crotch, my pants tented, my excitement obvious. When I looked up again and met his eyes, Bob was licking his lips.
"You want this?" I teased, taking my hardon in a healthy grip.
Bob pulled his shirt over his head and twirled it, unintentionally, trying to get it free of his shirtsleeve, but he hadn't unbuttoned his cuff, and it was caught on his wristwatch apparently. I stifled a laugh, and Bob got a little angry with his shirt. For a moment I thought he'd rip the sleeve off, but finally something gave, the shirt came off with a whoosh, and his watch flew across the room. Like a short stop for the Rockies, I launched into the arc of his watch and slid on the faux wood floor as I caught it just before the bounce. I held it high in the air in victory, as I came to a stop, mostly on my back, against the wall.
"HE SCORES!" Bob yelled.
"Um, I think you meant `he's out' there, dude," I corrected, waving the watch I was holding like a caught line drive.
He laughed and blushed again. "Oh, yeah, right."
"Don't stop. I'd much rather have my hand on your two balls than on this," I said, with as much lewdness as I could project while laying on the floor.
Bob kicked off his shoes. Unfortunately one of them narrowly missed my head. "WHOA, SORRY!" he said, as I ducked. Further unfortunately, I slammed my head against the wall ducking Bob's flying shoe. "OH MY GOD!" he yelled and ran over to me. And, as if we were in a slapstick of bad luck, Bob's socks caused him to slip on the faux wood when he got close to me, and he toppled over me, landing on the far side of me, him also splayed against the wall.
I momentarily thought he was hurt, and then I realized Bob was laughing, his well-padded torso heaving before his laughed was audible. He was full-on laughing a moment or two later, and I couldn't help but join him.
As we both came close to getting ourselves under control, I couldn't help saying, "This has definitely been killer sex, but with any luck, it won't kill us!"
We both laughed a little at it, but we both knew it was pretty lame. "Jerry, don't take this the wrong way, but keep your day job, man, because you haven't got a hope as a comedian."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," I balked at that, and I turned and attacked him, tickling him around his midsection and hitting paydirt.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," he screamed, and he curled up into a ball and tried to push me off him.
I was having none of it, and I kept tickling him, and he kept screaming and squirming and thrashing about for a good bit. Until Bob had a great strategic idea. He clamped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down and him up until he clamped his mouth over mine and kissed me roughly. It worked.
Within moments I had my arms around him and had maneuvered myself on top of him and was grinding into him. And Bob was grinding right back. His open pants made it easy for me to get my hand between us and around his hard cock, eliciting a long moan from him.
Bob was groping at my ass, and his cock was wet . . . and I wanted those two body parts joined . . . again. I pulled away from his mouth, which itself got me a moan from him. "What say we get undressed . . . maybe a bit less sensationally than we tried before."
His eyes were a bit glossy, and his desire was as evident there as it was in his throbbing cock, still in my hand. "Yeah," he said simply.
I raised up, straddling him, and was about to stand when Bob reached out and took a firm grip on my raging cock. "SSssssssssssssssssssssssssssss," I hissed at the feel of him.
Bob let go and immediately started unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. I let him. He was unzipping me, and his eyes were devouring my cock through my pants. "I want your cock . . . now!" he said.
When he got me unzipped, and when he'd reached in and had my cock out, Bob actually licked his lips, which made a burst of heat flash through me. I arched my back, causing my pelvis to shift forward, and my cock was suddenly close enough to his mouth for me to feel his hot breath on my wet cockhead.
Bob leaned forward, and I pushed forward, and his mouth was on me, his tongue swirling around my head. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned and threw my head back, enjoying the moment.
The positions were all wrong, but the sensations were all riiiighhhhhhhhttttttttt. I didn't even have to caution him about teeth. MAN can he unhinge his jaw or something?
I had one hand braced on his shoulder and the other behind his head so I could skull-fuck him. "You want my fuckn load this way, BITCH?" I shouted, feeling a surge of power.
"MOHHGMMMG PHFFFHUGGHHHH EESSSHHHHHHHHHH" was roughly what he got out around my cock. I honestly didn't have any idea what he said, but I also made no effort to figure it out, because I intended to skull-fuck him in this position and blast my nearly-ready load down his gullet in exactly this position.
I was pounding the back of his throat, and he was gagging and bucking under me, but he was also holding tight on my ass with one hand and he had a firm grip on my nuts with his other hand, which was in itself stoking my need to drive my cock as deep and as hard into Bob as I could and to DRAIN my boiling nuts.
"MMMMMFFR RRRMMMMGGGM MMHJHHHGGGGFFFFFHHHHHHHHH," Bob was moaning between gasps, gulps and gags.
I had NO idea if it was enthusiasm, desperation or some desire to communicate. My entire focus was on face-fucking this hot man and making him suck my nutload out. My force of skull-fucking I knew was intense . . . but dammit if he wanted to play with the big dogs then he'd have to get used to it. And frankly Bob was sucking like a fucking champ.
Shifting to a more maintainable center of gravity allowed me to take the hand I'd been using to steady myself on his shoulder away and instead to reach back and find Bob's wagging hardon. I grabbed hold clumsily, my hand slipping off his precum-soaked head the first time, and I gave him a squeeze. His response was to give my balls a firm yank which had me halfway to blastoff. So of course, I began to firmly squeeze his throbbing fuckrod and stroke it with as firm a grip as I could.
Bob was bucking under me into my hand, obviously loving the hard-stroke approach I was taking on his cock. But more importantly, his grip on my nuts had gone to very aggressive, and his hard sucking and aggressive grip had me right on the edge.
"OHHHHHFUUUUCKKKKKYEAHHHHHHHH!" I shouted, and I managed to get a handful of his hairy balls and gave them a firm YANK. That did what I expected it to, and Bob YANKED my balls HARD, which ignited the fuse inside me.
I shoved my cock HARD down his throat, and I enjoyed the sight of his eyes bulging out of his head as he took me to the root, just as I shouted out, "FUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK I'MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGG!" and began to BLAST my load so hard my entire body was bucking and spasming above him.
I blasted every drop of my ballload of spunk down his throat and only incidentally realized my cock was still shoved down too far for him to breathe. His muffled cries and bulging eyes confirmed, and I pulled out, smiling.
Bob immediately took a HUGE inhalation of breath and then coughed and sputtered some. I was about to apologize for getting carried away when he beat me to the punch. "THAT," he wheezed, "WAS FUCKING AWESOME!"
I still had a good grip on his nuts, and I took my other hand from behind his head and reached back and swiped his cock. He hadn't cum, but the amount of precum there told me he wasn't far. "A bit of unfinished business back here," I said devilishly and gave his slick knob a good swipe.
"GOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" he exclaimed and threw his head back. Sadly the wall was STILL there, and he cracked it good. "FUCK!" was his next exclamation, but then he laughed a little as he rubbed his head.
"I think I was saying something before about getting you to a safer place to do this," I said, standing up off him but leaving my feet planted to the sides of him. When I was fully standing a perfect drop of post-cum dropped off my drooping cock and fell right center between his eyes. "Whoops," I said.
Bob didn't miss a beat. He reached up and massaged my juice into his forehead. "Mmmmm," he cooed. "My head feels better already!"
I laughed and reached down and got a wrist-grip on him, and he gripped mine, and as I stepped so I wasn't straddling him I pulled him up, pivoting him as I did until he was standing straight again, firmly on his stockinged feet on the slick floor. "Damn, those muscles aren't just for show, are they Jerry?" he quipped. "Fuck! What I weigh? Amazing!"
Not really, but glad he thought so. His cock was still hard as a lead pipe. I gave it a swat with my hand and laughed when he yelped. "Don't be a pussy!" I taunted him.
He gave as well as he got. "You weren't calling me a pussy when I had your huge manmeat stuffed down my throat so far it was about to come out my ass!"
I laughed and clapped my arm around his shoulders. I started to guide him into the bedroom, his cock leading the way. "As your gay mentor I am compelled to tell you that the term `manmeat' is a little cheesy."
Bob reached over and grabbed my soft, swinging cock as we walked. "And just what should I call this slab of beef you have hanging here, SIR?" he asked.
I crossed over with my left arm and grabbed his raging stiff member. "Fuckrod. Cumpipe. Powertool. Weapon of ass destruction. Cock. Dick. Tallywhacker. Pleasure pole." I sped up as I went through them, getting sillier, mostly because I was riding my endorphin high, but also because Bob made me feel . . . light-hearted and like I wanted to have fun . . . with him.
My cock had responded to his grip and was half-hard again by the time we got to the bed. He looked down very seriously and then hefted my tool in his hand, almost reverently. "Whatever you want me to call it, it's a DAMN fine one, Jerry," he pronounced.
His cock, still in my hand, was literally throbbing and so hard I could have easily broken glass with it. I gave it a squeeze and Bob hissed. "Oh hell yes!" I said. "Now we're going to put this bad boy to work!"
Bob's eyes flashed and then went narrow. "OH YEAH!" he agreed.
I squared off with him. "Strip me and fuck me. NOW!" I barked.
"FUCK yeah!" he sputtered, and then he instantly followed it up with, "Er, I mean, SIR, YES SIR!" as he was getting me fully naked in a way that made me wonder if my clothes would be wearable again. He was so rough in his determination that at one point I toppled onto the bed as he tried to pull my pants off my legs.
The getting-me-on-the-bed move wasn't too bad, actually. There I was, laughing with delight, on my back, my legs in the air. Apparently Jerry had the same idea. He stepped up between my legs, one hand on each ankle, spreading me high and wide. "C'mon stud, FUCK ME!" I ordered.
"Lube," Jerry replied.
"Feel me," I said with as much lewd intent as I could inject.
Jerry's hand met my ass, and he pushed one finger inside me. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk!" he said in an almost reverent tone.
"See what you fucking do to me, Jerry? Now FUCK ME!"
Jerry used his hand that had the finger up my ass to grip his cock, and he shoved it roughly against my hole. I wasn't THAT slicked, but dammit I wanted it. He did give my hole several swipes with his cockhead, which was sopping with his pre, so it added slick, and then he SHOVED into me.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled as he split me open.
His body stiffened and he stopped. "OHHHH! DID I---"
"JUST FUCK ME!" I snarled at him and moved my ass back farther onto his cock to make certain he knew it was time to FUCK!
And he did. Bob's look of surprised concern went to surprised delight when I pushed back farther onto him, and then it went to sheer determination. He pushed my legs back farther – what the fuck did he think I was a gymnast? – and started banging my ass good.
"Oh God YES, Bob, OH YES. FUCK ME!" I encouraged.
With his feet planted on the floor, he really did, too. He gave it to me good and hard, long-dicking me with enough force to jar my entire body every time his pelvis slammed into my coccyx. His hulking body was in motion, and every pound of it was put into the force with which he drove into me. FUCKING HEAVEN!
"You're so FUCKING hot, Jerry!" he said at one point, amidst various exclamations and growls and moans. "Your your your ASS is SO FUCKING HOTTTTTTTTT!"
"Yeah, stud, give it to me. Use that fuckrod and pound me GOOD, just like you're doing it. GIVE IT TO ME!" I shouted in return.
I felt him getting harder inside me, and I also felt his balls were tightening, they weren't smacking me like they had been. I fucking WANTED his load. But I was also fully hard again, my own cock raging and dripping on my abs. I moved myself enough, gyrating in time with his thrusts so he began banging my prostate good with every thrust. My head was full of stars, and my balls were near explosion so quick I almost didn't realize I was that close.
"OH FUCK OH FUUUCCKKKKKKKK OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!" Jerry cried, and I knew he was about to blast me full. But at that same moment my nuts burst, my body exploded from somewhere near the root of my cock, and I began blasting my own cumload HARD.
"FUCK YEAHHHHHHHH!" Jerry shouted, seeing my first blast splatter in a perfect shot to my face, and he DROVE into me so hard and so deep I gasped amid my own cries of ecstasy. I felt his fat cock pulsing as it shot his hot thick load deep into me.
"OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I said, throwing my head back and thrashing from side to side as I drained my balls and took his load up my ass.
When we both stopped shooting, Jerry was grinning down at me. "FUCK that was HOT!"
My ass was sore from the rough fuck, and his cock was starting to soften inside, which wasn't helping things, but I grinned back at him. "You are one AWESOME top, Bob!" I praised him.
I began to disengage, gritting my teeth at the pain of his softening cock slipping out of my brutalized chute. "Really bad?" he asked.
I looked at him. He was sweaty, his chest heaving, catching his breath. His beautiful cock half-hard, dropping, slimy. He was carrying too many pounds, and his body could have been a lot more toned. But DAMN if he wasn't a SEXY MAN who'd just fucked me into the stratosphere. "Really GOOOOOOOD!" I answered.
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