Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2014 18:12:06 -0400
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: The Client Part 4

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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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