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The Client – continued Part 6 by Mads van Duessen
Sleeping in a strange bed, with another man, was not something I generally did. But I awoke with the sun shining and a man in my arms. And my morning wood was pressed against his warm back, against the furry patch around his waistline above his buttcrack. It felt great.
"Did you just wake up?" Bob asked me, startling me a bit. "It felt so good laying here with you I just didn't want to get up and risk waking you up.
I ran my hand over his furry chest and stomach and then down to brush his soft, warm cock. "Well, you're not TOO awake, are you?" And of course, I felt his cock growing in my hand.
"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned and pushed into my hand. I laughed at his enthusiasm and pressed my hardon hard into his back again.
To my surprise Bob made a quick move and got his asscrack above my raging cock and pressed himself over me. "Careful what you work for there, buddy," I joked, but my cock wasn't joking.
Bob moved over me, sliding my shaft between his cheeks. I felt my precum slicking him up with each pump of his butt up and back the length of me. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, wondering how long I'd be able to hold out.
I was rubbing Bob's nipples with my arms around him, and I'd begun to pump with him, meeting the slides of his crack over my slick cock with mini-thrusts. And then he pushed back into me at a slightly changed angle, and when my drooling cockhead would have bumped over his virgin hole, this time I pressed directly into it. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah," he grunted.
"You can't," I started, but he was having none of it, and he pushed back harder, grinding his ass onto me HARDER. I couldn't stop myself and drove into him, too, feeling his pucker unyielding despite our forceful efforts.
"GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he growled and pushed harder, and finally I felt him yield to me. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he shouted as I spread him and felt his ring tighten around me, burning hot.
"Breathe," I choked out, even though the tightness and the heat was almost unbearable, and I thought I might lose my nut right then and there with just my fat cockhead barely in him. "And push out," I added.
"Push?" he asked.
"Yeah, don't think about it not making sense, just do it. Relax your body, but push out, like you're . . . you know," I told him.
"What if," he started.
"Unless you feel like you need to,"
"I don't, not right now, anyway," he told me.
I rubbed his nipples and told him "Now."
I felt him try to push me out, and I pushed in more, past his now looser ring. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he hissed, and I stopped.
"Now breathe and relax," I told him, holding myself still inside his burning hot muscular vise grip. I wanted so bad to be fully inside him. It would come.
I felt him relax around me, still TIGHT but not gripping any longer. I pinched his nipples and got a moan in response. So I put one hand on his groin and held him and pushed into him. "OHHhhhhhhhhhhhh YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," he cried.
"Relax baby," I told him and rubbed his groin to relax him as I pushed myself into him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWHATTHEFUCK!" he shouted as my head brushed over his internal pleasure point. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" he cried again. "What was that?"
"That, baby," I growled into the back of his ear, "Is the secret."
"FUCK DO IT AGAIN!" he shouted and moved so that I was coming out of him.
Bob was grinding his ass, trying desperately to get my cock in the right spot. I couldn't help but chuckle. I increased the pressure on his groin to hold him. "Let me," I told him.
With Bob still, I pulled out slowly, feeling his tightness and heat all the while. And then I pushed back into him, deliberately punching his prostate, eliciting a roar of pleasure.
And then we were going at it with whatever leverage we could muster on our sides that way. Good core strength came in handy once again for me to thrust into him deep and hard and faster and faster.
"OHMYGOD!" he was moaning on and on, over and over, and with every knock to that bundle of nerves, I'd get a "FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
SO of course I continued doing it over and over, faster and faster, high on the sounds of his pleasure and putting every ounce of my energies into holding myself back so I could last long enough to see him through.
When Bob finally reached down to touch himself, I grabbed his hand roughly. "Just let it happen," I told him and started slamming his knob with fierce determination.
It wasn't but a few of those hard punches to his prostate before Bob was yelling, "OHMYFUCKINGGOD I'm going to CUMMMMMMMMM," and I felt his entire body explode with spasms as his cries went to a long "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
I felt his tight channel spasming and gripping my cock and felt my own nuts exploding, and I was pumping into him while he was pumping out all over the bed.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD," he panted.
"YUP!" I sputtered. "Fucking HOT!"
I was still holding him, sweaty in my arms, my chest slippery against his back now, my cock deflating inside him. And I had to piss.
"This is going to sting," I told him, and before he could react I pulled out of him.
"AAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" he groaned.
I kissed the back of his neck quickly. "Told ya!" Another kiss. "Now I've got to see a man about a horse," I told him, disentangling myself and heading for the bathroom
After taking care of things and rinsing my mouth out, I stood at the bathroom door. Bob was laying on his back, his arm over his eyes. "Too much for ya?" I asked.
Bob slowly took his arm away and looked over to me grinning. "That was amazing," he said. "But you know, what happens now, when I, uh . . . ?" I looked at him quizzically. "When I, uh, have to, uh . . . "
"OH!" I said. "Well, there's no easy way to say this. No pain no gain." I gave him a goofy grin.
"I was afraid you'd say that," he laughed. "Now I don't want to get up and use the bathroom." He was still laughing. "CHRIST!" he finally exclaimed. "It hurts when I laugh!" he groaned. "But dammit, that was even more amazing than that finger job you gave me last night!"
"Man up, bud. It'll pass." He looked pained. "Oh, sorry, bad choice of words!" I laughed.
"Ugh!" he groaned dramatically. But he got to moving, enjoying exaggerating every movement's effect on his sore ass and faking limping to the bathroom. When he got to me at the doorway he reached around and patted my ass. "Got new respect for you, Jerry!" he said.
I took hold of his cock. "This club you call a penis and my experience versus my considerably lesser endowment and your virginity – we're about even."
"Felt like you had a log between your legs, Jer," he joked.
Once in the bathroom he gave a good performance of a woman having a baby as he took care of things, and I laughed my ass off. His laughter finally rang out, too.
Later, after we'd ordered breakfast and showered and were waiting, Bob out of the blue said, "You know, it feels good."
"It's a pain/pleasure thing – a cycle, or a yin/yang thing. The question is really which did you enjoy more, which made you FEEL the most or the best? And there's no right answer here, Bob. It's what you like, what you want, what you decide to do."
Bob hesitated. "Would it make you feel bad if I told you I felt more when I was fucking you?"
"YEEEEEEE HAAAWWWWWWWW!" I cried ridiculously. "Whew!" I added, wiping imaginary sweat off my brow.
"IF I could move without my ass screaming, I'd give you as good as you gave me just now."
Right then the hotel suite's bell rang. "Saved by the bell," I said. "I may be more accomplished, but I could use some more recovery time back there," I pointed to my still-sore ass, "Myself!"
We both scrambled into the hotel's bathrobes, and I let Bob get the door. When the cute room service waiter was rolling in the cart and saw me and the king-size bed behind me, he grinned. He made a bigger production than I suspect he normally did, setting out everything and narrating as he went. "Hope you two gentlemen enjoy your breakfast. >From the looks of it, you must have worked up a huge appetite!" he smirked.
As Bob was blushing and signing the check I threw out, "We're definitely doing our best," and went and put my arm around Bob.
The waiter grinned broader, taking the signed check back. "Well, I'll let you guys refuel – enjoy!" he said, heading for the door.
"Oh we are definitely enjoying!" I shot after him, and Bob elbowed me a little.
The waiter turned at the door. "If you two men need anything I can do for you, my name is Thomas, and I'll be only too happy to help out ANYway I can." His intent was obvious, and his smile was a beautiful sight.
Two young men and me – wouldn't THAT be fun!
"Ahem!" Bob elbowed me again. Apparently the waiter's and my eyes were locked for longer than I'd realized.
"Uh, thanks, Thomas, looks like you've done enough for us," I told him. "Thank you, and have a great day."
"I probably don't have to say this, because you can't help but do it, but you two men have a great day, too!" he said with a wink and left.
"Is that the way it's going to be?" Bob asked me.
I looked at him and realized he was serious. "You mean men flirting?"
He looked away. "I guess I mean you flirting."
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Okay, Connell, I asked myself, HOW are you going to handle THIS? I stepped into Bob and put my arms around him. "Are you jealous?" I asked, my lips close to his.
"Maybe a little," he admitted.
I kissed him, and he didn't hesitate to return it. It got a little more heated than I'd intended, not that I was complaining. When we broke the kiss I asked, "Any questions?" He just looked at me, and I knew he did have questions. "How about we eat and talk, Bob?" I suggested.
"It's okay, we don't have to talk about it. I'm just being stupid."
"C'mon," I urged and pulled him to the chair. "I love talking to you almost as much as I love eating."
Bob smiled at that . . . and we got down to business with the breakfast. After a bit I asked him, "Do you want me to guess what you were thinking or do you want to tell me?"
"It's nothing. I was just being a dumbass."
I stopped eating and pointed my fork at him. "So it's going to be me guessing?" I challenged.
Bob looked down. I waited. Finally he looked up. "Okay, I'm going to tell you, but no way am I saying it wasn't stupid."
"Bet it's not, Bob," I encouraged him.
He took a big breath. "Okay. I was just thinking that if you were my . . . boyfriend or something, if what gay guys do is always flirt with other guys. So see? Stupid, unrealistic."
"Neither, actually, and yes but no," I answered, confusing him deliberately.
"I think I lost you," he admitted.
"Neither stupid nor unrealistic. Premature perhaps, but not unrealistic and definitely not stupid." I stopped there and enjoyed Bob's expressions as he processed it.
I could see his smile widening as he made sense of it. "Really?" he finally asked, his smile broad and bright.
I briefly thought about saying yes, really premature, but I had to be careful because his ego wasn't up to that kind of banter . . . yet. "So, NOT getting ahead of ourselves, but I could use a hot young guy in my life. A smart one would be even better." I paused and again used my fork to point at him. "BUT," I said, and I saw his smile dissolve, "We need to let things go the way they go and not push things. Especially, Bob, you have a lot of living to do in your new life, and that life will evolve for you, and we'll just have to see how it all goes."
His smile came back. "But you're open to it?" he asked, his hopes clear.
"I think I've shown you over the past day how OPEN I am to you, Bob," I mugged, waggling my eyebrows.
He was grinning and stuffing his face with gusto. "I don't get it," he said with a mouthful of pancakes, "But who am I to question my good fortune."
My fork again, pointed at him, along with a grave look. "If by `don't get it' you mean what I think you mean, I do NOT want to have that conversation again with you, Mister!"
"Okay, sorry, but seriously, man—" he started.
"HAVE. I. NOT. MADE. MYSELF. CLEAR. MISTER."
"SIR, YES SIR!" he barked. "Permission to speak freely, Sir?"
Oh, clever on him! "Sorry, Bob, you can talk to me about anything. But I just have to remind you that you've been ringing my bell here, and a rather loud ring that's been, so I don't take well to you saying anything bad about the guy who's given me that much joy. Just sayin' and sorry I wasn't giving you the chance to express your feelings."
"I get it, and I thank you sincerely for the compliment. You're such a fucking HOT stud, Jer, so I can't help but compare my bod to yours."
"So because I have a rigorous physical regimen and great genetics, I'm too good for you?" I challenged him.
"Well, I didn't mean exactly that."
"Well, what did you mean? You're very handsome, Bob, far more than I am."
Bob jumped in. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm more handsome than you are, Jerry. You took my breath away when you opened the door yesterday. Maybe we both just happen to be handsome to the other? Eye of the beholder and all that?"
More points to him. "OK, I'll accept the compliment," I told him, smiling. "So about your body . . . "
Bob looked down. "Yeah, I know."
"I don't think you do!" I countered.
"What do you mean? Obviously I'm not in shape, fat even," he said, his voice slowing and his eyes down again.
"Would you like to be in shape?"
He looked up at me. "Well . . . YEAH!" he said.
"Are you willing to work at it and do what it takes?" I asked him.
"If I did, would you—"
"OH NO," I stopped him. "IF you want to change your body, you have to want it for you. Otherwise, you're wasting your time on something and even the result, whatever you achieve, will be for the wrong reason."
"Okay," he said tentatively. "I just wondered if it would be something you'd like, Jerry," he asked carefully, facing me again.
"Yes, I'd like it very much, Bob, but not for the reason you think." He was just looking at me, confused. "I'd like YOU to give yourself the best body you can have, Bob. I'd like you to have the best health and the best life you can have. So yes, I'd like it if you'd want to make that happen. But I happen to enjoy you already, so I'd enjoy you that way and all ways in between, but I wouldn't enjoy you MORE just because you're in better shape."
Bob grinned broadly. "You're amazingly good for my ego, Jerry!"
"You're damn good for mine, Bob," I responded honestly.
His grin was even brighter at that. To my surprise, he got out of his chair and took his robe off and put his hands on his hips, facing me. "Honestly, do you think I could get my body into great shape?"
"You remember what I do for a living, right? My real job, not my enjoyable sideline?"
"Yeah, so you can tell me now if I have a hope in hell of becoming a stud like you," he told me without realizing what he was really saying.
"How about this? You make a choice to get into the best shape you can." He started to nod but stopped when I continued. "But you're already a stud, and you have to know that it's YOU, not just your body that makes that the case, Bob."
His grin changed to devilish. "So you're saying I'd be completely irresistible if I got my hardbody and added it to the equation?"
"Okay, okay, Bob. But trust me when I tell you there are PLENTY of men with hard bodies who aren't half as desirable as you."
"Can you help me get into shape or would you prefer I got my own trainer?" he asked me.
I didn't hesitate. "I'd love to help you train, Bob. But you have to promise that if you at some point aren't comfortable with the way I'm training, you'll say so and we'll get you a trainer you're comfortable with."
"That won't happ—"
I put up my hand and stopped him. "Seriously, Bob, the important thing is that you have a trainer you're comfortable with who will help you get the results you want. Just because we like each other doesn't mean that will be right for us that way. This is my training here, Bob. I know what I'm talking about."
"Fair enough," he said. "But I bet I'll LOVE getting sweaty with you in the gym ALMOST as much as I enjoy getting sweaty with you naked."
I laughed, and he joined me.
"Speaking of that training, after that breakfast I may have to double my cardio! How about we hit the gym now?" I suggested.
"Um, I don't exactly have any gym clothes," he admitted sheepishly.
I looked at him and knew my gym clothes couldn't fit him. "Good thing Wal-Mart is open early," I told him. "You have sneakers?"
"Got those," he told me. "And I've got a t-shirt that'll be fine. I just need some gym shorts."
"That'll be easy then. Let's get going."
Bob gazed at me as I headed to where my clothes were. When I turned and noticed him, he was just looking at me, smiling.
"What?" I asked.
"You're so . . . resourceful."
"That's the difference between the army and the marines, Bob," I smirked. "Marines GET IT DONE! Now get your butt dressed and let's get to the gym!"
"SIR, YES SIR!" he shouted . . . and then laughed as he followed me to the bedroom to get dressed.
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