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The Client – continued Part 5 by Mads van Duessen
We'd had a delightful dinner, fucked and sucked ourselves to oblivion, both before and after dinner, and now there we were in Bob's soon-to-be employer's hotel suite . . . and things got weird. We'd been catching our breath, then Bob said, "Well . . . "
So I, being the witty soul I am, said, "That's a deep subject," with an asinine grin.
Bob laughed obligingly. "Uh, what I meant was . . . " again he trailed off.
AH, got the message! "Oh, right! Well, this has been incredible," I said, getting my feet under me, heading to the living room and finding various items of my clothes.
Bob's tone of voice clued me in that I'd got it wrong. "Oh, ok," he said softly, still standing by the bed after I'd headed out to the other room. Big choice.
Then I heard Bob moving, like he was getting on the bed, and I turned and went to the doorway. I saw he'd sat down on the edge of the bed, and he wasn't looking out the windows at the beautiful mountains in the moonlight. He was looking down. "Did I screw that one up, Bob?" I asked with a goofy smile, hoping I hadn't and hoping I had at the same time.
"I was I guess maybe hoping . . . " he started but again stopped.
I contemplated pointing out that he had a lot of "maybe" buried in that and little conviction. Marines are like that – we are taught to have conviction. It becomes reflex. But Bob wasn't a marine. He was an uber-sexy, uber-nice and, if I was honest, way-too-young-for-me man I'd met as a client . . . and we'd clicked. Instead, I went over and stood in front of him. "What would you like to happen right now, Bob?"
He looked up at me and hesitated. I just looked down into his eyes from my stance in front of him and gave him time to decide. "I'd like," he started and paused, then took a breath, "For you to stay the night with me . . . at least," he finished, and exhaled a long breath he'd been holding.
I took note that he held eye contact. Major manliness points there. I grinned, and his face became hopeful. "At least?" I asked, with a smirk.
He went from hopeful to a grin, emboldened. He was so handsome! "Yeah, at least," he confirmed.
"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ," I blared, my best imitation of a buzzer. "Rewind that, mister, and try again. You'd like me to AT LEAST stay the night, ANNNNNNNNNNNND?" I prompted.
Bob's grin faltered for a moment, and he took another big breath, but he came back strong. Looking up at me square in the eyes, he answered. "If I could have anything I wanted, it would be to spend the entire rest of the weekend with you, Jerry," he said definitively.
I bent down over him and took him by the back of his neck in my hand and held him while I pressed my lips to his. "You've already DRIVEN a HARD bargain, Bob," I teased him. "DONE DEAL!" I finished the kiss after that, and he stood up and wrapped his arms around me, enhancing the kiss and pressing us together tight.
When we separated enough to get our legs strong again – or at least mine were weak from the kiss – I said, "Why don't we do this?"
He moved his hands from the embrace to cup my buttcheeks. "Mmmmm, can't wait to hear your idea!" he smirked.
I had to laugh . . . and he did, too. "Ya see, it's like this, Bob. You've got my attention. And I think I want to be with you and know you think you want to be with me this weekend. But if we can't just SAY whatever is going on for us, it's going to be awkward," I told him, gesturing with my shirt and boxer briefs still in my right hand. "Like that false move!"
Bob's face got serious. "But this is kind of awkward, Jerry," he confessed. "I'm SO into you!"
I reached around and put my free hand on his, which was still cupping my sore ass. "You sure were," I mugged. "Several times!" I added with an exaggerated look of pain, mouthing OUCH as I rubbed his hand on my ass.
"You know what I mean," he retorted. "I don't get why you're—"
"Bob!" I interjected sharply, and he jumped. "We talked about that, didn't we?" I cautioned. He was quiet, but still met my gaze, so I went through it again. "You're nice, you're handsome, you're smart, you're engaging, you're easy to be with, you fuck like a fucking STUD," he blushed at that but held my gaze, "You have done me more and better than I can remember, and if I'm not dehydrated from all the cum you've fucked out of me I'll be surprised! And you seriously want to deprecate yourself? Get a fucking grip, mister!" I ordered, having once again having slipped to command tone.
Bob jerked his body to mock attention and took one of his hands from my ass, much to my chagrin, to salute. "SIR, YES SIR!" he shouted.
I reached down and grabbed his cock and balls roughly, and he jumped but didn't break from attention. I stared hard into his eyes. In a low growl I asked, "Have I made myself clear?"
"Sir, yes SIR!" he immediately answered, though he feigned a high squeak to correspond to my grip on his balls.
And then we both broke into laughter.
"So the addendum to the deal is agreed?" I finally asked. "We'll hang, we'll fuck, we'll suck, we'll do stupid mundane things I have to get done and anything and everything else you need to or want to do while you're here, but most importantly, we'll just SAY what's on our minds and go with whatever whenever, even if it's that we're done?"
He bent forward and kissed my lips gently. "Sir, yes sir," he murmured against my lips, grinning.
I pushed him away scoffing and laughing. "How about a shower. I love the stink of sex, but this is a bit over the top!"
Bob smiled broadly. "Oh, thank you. I didn't specifically say it, but having you in my shower was definitely on my wish list."
I reached around, grabbed my ass, gave the pained look again. "Have me in the shower, huh?" I asked and then winked.
His cock responded immediately, though he had no words in response. So I kind of waved it again. "I'll take that as a YES!"
Bob's eyes kind of rolled a little. "It's like . . . It's like I was sent a gay angel to bring me across to the gay side," he said with grave appreciation. "This is like a fucking dream!"
"It's no dream, Bob. It's two men, sharing an attraction and an opportunity and not worrying about anything other than what we want and enjoying the now. That's what this is. And if you do move here, and if we can do more of this or make more of it, then so much better!"
"Yeah," he agreed breathily. "It's my dream of what my life would be like if I just said FUCK IT and came out. I could be myself and do what made me happy. Like holding your hand out in public. That was as awesome in a different way than all the sex we've had. And kissing you in public blew that away. And shit, even standing here naked with a HOT man, two guys talking and fucking and talking, FUCKING HOT!" Then his face suddenly screwed up. "Sorry about the s-word," he apologized very seriously.
I melted. What a sweet guy. "Wow, Bob. I want to say `we're two guys and guys swear' but what I'm feeling is it's hot that the only swear words you're comfortable with are when you're talking about our sex. That's FUCKING HOT, man!" I gave his fully-erect-again cock a strong squeeze.
He was blushing again. Cute! "I really am not much into swearing, but I've let myself go with the filthy talk during sex, and I FUCKING LOVE IT!" he almost shouted.
"FUCK ME in your shower, you hot fucker you!" I demanded and pulled him by his cock and headed to the bathroom.
We got the water regulated in the nice walk-in shower in his suite and got in. I took the soap and began soaping him all over, and he let me, enjoying it, raising his arms when I went up his sides and soaped his hairy pits and closing his eyes as I lathered his coat of fur all over. When I got to his cock I soaped and lathered it until it was a BIG white sudsy protrusion. Then I turned around, put my on hand flat against the wall of the shower, planted my feet wide apart, and with my ass out toward him began soaping my asscrack and hole lasciviously. FUCK I was sore! AND F U C K I wanted it AGAIN! Hell I got a young buck, so I'm gonna ride him for all he can give!!!!
It was longer than I'd expected before Bob grabbed my hip with one hand and shoved his cock into me, guided with his other. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I shouted, but I also pushed back onto him so he was balls deep instantly, lest Bob misunderstand.
"OH FUCK, Bob!" I exclaimed, his hands now on my hips, his cock so deep in my battered, sore musclecunt that I hung my head and touched the tile with my forehead in a bow of thanks to the sex Gods. And then I clenched on that big fuckrod in me. "FUCK ME!"
Bob pulled out quickly that first swipe, and it burned enough to make me hiss loudly, and I expected him to slam himself back inside me. But he didn't. He moved slowly, his cock making love to my fuckchute as he slowly pressed into me, and he even shifted his weight enough when he was in just enough, and his bulbous cockhead knocked my prostate, sending sparks showering through my entire body. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I moaned, like a bitch.
I'd never in my life enjoyed slow-fuckers, but Bob's big hard cock sliding slowly balls-deep into me, knocking my prostate just enough to spark me and then rubbing against it with the length of him the rest of the way in and then lazily out again until his flared head knocked it again. And all the while my body was sparking at low but powerful RPMs, he had his hands around my chest and was rubbing and squeezing and twisting my nipples which provided a background buzz emanating from my nuts.
I was floating on a wild wave of rolling pleasure in cycles that were ecstatic at their lows, which weren't lows at all, and the spikes were like nothing I'd ever had with the hardest, best fuck ever. The waves of pleasure buffeted me from every sensory angle, some of the sensations being odd and unusual to me in their composition within me.
Bob caressed my waist and hips as he held me, rolling into and out of me, and those sensations of his gentle but possessive touch added yet another dimension to the many points of sensory superlatives within which my entire being existed at that time. I began floating even beyond the specifics of the individual sensory seas which roiled inside me as they merged within me in a groundswell that started somewhere in my nuts and began to radiate with and impossible intensity through me. All I could do was to emit a very low keening that went on and on and on, something like "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
As I felt myself cascading into an even greater oblivion of ecstatic bliss, I felt Bob bend and kiss the back of my neck and groan long as he nuzzled against the nape of my neck with his face. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
And then I felt him erupt inside me after his strokes suddenly stopped, and his bursts of boiling seed inside me burned and delighted as my own balls ejected every last bit of seed I had in me into the shower's stream.
Bob wrapped his arms around me tighter, and his weight was heavier over me, on me, and I struggled joyously to maintain my posture with my shaky hands slipping against the shower's wall tiles. Fortunately my feet were not slipping, or we both might have climaxed in the hospital rather than the ones we'd just experienced.
"You feel amazing," he said against my neck and kissed my shoulder.
"I have no words, Bobby." And I meant it.
I felt him deflating inside me . . . just that slow change bringing back the pain to add to the sting of his hard-shot hot jizz. I couldn't help but groan. "Unnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"
He held me tighter and kissed me between my shoulder blades, and as his lips touched me, he pulled out in one movement. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Bob kissed me again and then gently moved away behind me and turned me around. "I've never done that before, Jerry," he told me.
"Um, not to nitpick, but you've done that TO ME several times before! That was one helluva fuck if you really have had your brains fucked out!" I laughed.
His gaze was intense, and it seemed like he was making a tough decision. Finally he said, "We had a deal, and I'm keeping my deal and telling you what's on my mind."
"Sorry, Bob, I wasn't making serious fun of you at all, babe," I apologized from my heart, and I moved to close the narrow gap between our chests.
But Bob stopped me, gently putting his hands on my shoulders. "I've never made love to a man, Jerry," he clarified.
I was flattered and uncomfortable, given the VERY short time we'd known each other. And yet . . .
"Sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything. What I really meant was to thank you for another amazing mansex experience."
I was, strangely, disappointed that we went from "making love" to "mansex".
He was still looking at me, and he suddenly ran his eyes over the length of me. His eyes narrowed. "FUCK you're hot, Jerry!"
"Hey I may be hot – and I appreciate the compliment – but you're the hot FUCKER!" I told him honestly, giving his soft, hanging cock a light slap with my hand.
"Hey HEY!" he said, jumping back playfully. "Compliment me then assault my equipment? I see how you marines are!"
"Whatever we both are, Bobby, we're HOT together," I pronounced with finality and took the soap and began gently soaping his cock and balls again.
"Uh," he said, looking down at my ministrations, "Isn't this how we started that?" he asked, smirking.
"And if it happened again, that would be TERRIBLE, wouldn't it?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows.
His beautiful heavy cock and hairy low-hanging balls felt awesome in my hands, just as they had before. But this time he wasn't getting hard, despite the look of pleasure which had settled on him. I loved the feel of him and took my time, far more than was necessary to cleanse his privates.
When I begin to soap the rest of his body again, he lazily put his arms out and laid his forearms on my shoulders loosely, his hands slack behind my shoulders. I loved that he just let me wash him, feel him.
His body could easily be leaned and toned. He clearly wasn't hugely out of shape, just not gay-fit. Knowing his self-consciousness, I wanted to help him train into it, but I also really, REALLY loved his body just exactly the way it was. And I didn't want to risk damaging his ego, any more than he was abusing it himself.
Bob let me turn him around, and I took my time and enjoyed all of him, ending with a thorough lathering and rubbing of his crack. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned as I massaged his hole, increasing the pressure until he finally growled, "DO IT!"
I slipped my sudsy finger inside him and gently rubbed his TIGHT rim from the inside. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" he exclaimed loudly. He moved his feet farther apart and pushed back a little, making his exclamation clearly pleasure not pain.
I worked in farther, rotating and pushing in and pulling out with my finger, and Bob continued to moan and move very slightly into my pushes. I finally got my long index finger in deep enough and gently swiped his prostate, eliciting a loud cry. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" It continued as I continued to gently rub his knob. When I finally stopped rubbing it he cried out, "OH FUCKN A, JER, DO THAT AGAIN!" He didn't have to ask twice.
As I reinitiated my easy rubbing motions against his bundle of nerves, I reached between his legs with my other hand and caressed his balls, which to my surprise were not hanging as low as before. As he moaned louder, I reached farther and felt him . . . rock hard again! "JESUS, Bob," I exclaimed with mock adulation, and I rubbed his knob harder.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he cried.
I knew exactly what I was doing, and I had him soaring and bucking on my finger. I slipped a second in and began scissoring inside him and using the two-fingered method that was infallible.
It was almost immediately after I began the two-finger prostate rub that Bob started literally screaming unintelligibly. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
His ass muscles were spasming in a way I knew VERY well, and his cries continued as I felt his body writhe and contort. When it was time to stop, I did, and Bob cried out as he whirled around to me, "HOLY FUCKING CHRIST! That was FUCKING amazing! JESUS CHRIST! No wonder everyone always wants to bottom!" he said, thinking he had it all figured out!
I laughed inside and smiled outside. I reached down and took his still-turgid, fat cock in my hand and put my two fingers along his shaft. Even as he was deflating, he was still far thicker than my two big fingers. I gestured down with my head, and he looked down. "Add half again to the diameter equivalent to the width of my two fingers, and consider that my two fingers weren't even fully round by the diameter of the width of my fingers. And you were so tight, I wondered at first if one finger was painful to you."
"It was fucking AWESOME!" he blurted out.
I just smiled and chuckled. "Why don't we table this for this moment, because there's no way my own cock is going to fully function without some rest after all you've done for me?"
"So you'll try me later?" he asked like a kid asking if he could go out and play as soon as the rain stopped.
I just pulled him to me and hugged him and spanked his ass as I kissed his neck. "Oh, I'm definitely TRYing you . . . but probably tomorrow, not later tonight. I'm fucking BEAT!" I admitted.
Bob laughed in my arms and then he kissed my cheek and pulled away. "Let me wash you," he said and got the soap on my skin.
"If you think you're going to get my cock hard and get me to fuck you . . . " I started.
"Jer, I meant it, and I heard you. I want to wash you like you washed me, to feel every surface of you. And then I'm going to take you to bed . . . to sleep."
I didn't refuse him, and I felt his hands all over me, like I was used to doing to others.
Bob gently rubbed, caressed and massaged my muscles and scalp and hands and feet . . . and feet and balls and crack and hole, though never pushing me beyond a gentle hum of pleasure in me. But that hum . . . man oh man!
I was almost comatose when he finally put one of his warm wet hands on my abs and gently kissed my lips. "How about taking me to bed, big boy?"
I opened my eyes and enjoyed the sight of him again after having closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch. I grinned.
For the first time in a very long time, I took a man to bed . . . to sleep . . . with hopeful intent that I'd feel his warm sexiness in my arms all night long.
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