Date: Sat, 10 May 2014 18:39:53 -0400
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: The Client Part 7

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The Client – continued Part 7
by Mads van Duessen

We'd walked to my place, got my car, hit Wal-Mart and were in my gym in
less than an hour. Bob's body had shown that there was ample muscle beneath
his scorned bodyfat, and his strength was good.  At the risk of overworking
him, I did a full-body assessment, and he handled it well.  He was well
above beginner level for most lifting, though his upper body and core
needed the most work; his legs were phenomenally strong.  And I put him
through a half-hour of medium-high effort cardio on the elliptical and then
walked him at a brisk four miles per hour on the treadmill.

"Jesus, Jer, if you wanted to wear me out, I liked yesterday's and early
this morning's way better," he joked, when I told him we were calling it a
day.

"Oh, make no mistake, private," I leered back at him.  "You'll have plenty
more `wearing out' of that type coming!"  For good measure I waggled my
eyebrows.  I was rewarded with a blush from him, his good skin glowing pink
to red below the sweat.

We'd taken almost 2 hours.  The strength assessment was a full hour's
workout, really.  Then an hour of cardio, mostly to see if he could take
it, since his objective was to lean down and tone up.  I walked him through
the gym floor again after the cardio, and quizzed him on the weight levels,
number of reps and sets, and settings and techniques we'd gone over as he
did the exercises before, this time having him put it all in his phone.  He
impressed me that he remembered most – he credited "a frightening mind,
with an accent for memory of numbers and numerical sequences", geek-speak
which, frankly, I thought was HOT . . . and told him so, eliciting another
appealing blush.

We headed to the lockers, and I had him stand – albeit uncomfortably –
in front of the big mirrors and showed him how his body had responded to
the pumping we'd done.  It was visible, just this start, as it often was
with men in his body condition, and it was an invaluable method to give
incentive by showing them positive results, however nascent, that they
could see after every time they worked out.

"Wow, that's amazing.  I've got a LONG way to go," he said, as I showed him
the pumped muscles and the increased definition in his shoulders and chest
and legs, particularly.

"Concentrate on the progress and know it's steps to YOUR goal, not the
length of the journey, Bob," I counseled.  "And consider that you're not in
terrible shape whatsoever, so achieving YOUR goal will be a cakewalk if you
choose to stick with the program.

"I know I'll never look like you, though," he said, his admiring glance at
my shirtless torso alternative between the mirror and directly at me.

"No, you'll look like YOU!" I joked, but with a serious intent.  "Your body
will emerge as it changes, Bob.  You have a great, strong structure for
your musculature to hang on, and you'll look even hotter leaned and toned
than you do now."

Blushing wildly, and all over, as was obvious because he was in his extra
boxer briefs I'd told him to bring for the Jacuzzi and sauna –
improvising – he shrugged off my compliment.  "Dude, you KNOW I'm not
hot."

I'm not shy, never have been.  And sometimes I'm lucky.  There was a guy in
the locker aisle adjacent to where we were who I knew was gay and had a
killer bod.  I also knew he liked bigger guys, not guys with close to no
bodyfat like me.  "Curtis," I yelled, causing both his head, which he'd
been trying to cover watching Bob as I narrated his body, and also Bob's.
"This is my friend, Bob.  And I've been working with him exactly once, have
shown him how easily his body is responding after just this first workout,
and he doesn't believe he's hot already.  What's your opinion?"  At the
last, Bob looked shocked and anguished, the blush had strengthened.

"DEFINITELY hot," Curtis proclaimed, with eyes that practically raped Bob
as he ran them unabashedly from head to toe and back to head again.
Approaching us, in just his jock strap, which was a decidedly HOT sight, he
continued, close to Bob, "Don't let Lieutenant Colonel here ruin your
flippin' HOT bod, Bob," he admonished with a lewd tone.  "You're delicious
JUST the way you are!"

"OK, down, boy," I chastised.  "By the way: when I introduced Bob as my
"friend", the "hands off – he's mine!" was implied.

Curtis was not so easily put off, as I knew he wouldn't be and had counted
on to boost Bob's ego.  "Well, Bob-Sexy," he said, stepping in close to Bob
and running the back of his hand down his chest, "When you've had enough of
this glamor-boy marine officer and are ready for a REAL man, an ARMY man,
you just remember I'll be waiting with open . . . arms."  He delivered the
last with a filthy wink which left no doubt that his arms were NOT what
would be open to Bob.

Bob surprised me and jumped in before I had a chance to squelch Curtis's
burning desire.  "So happens I'm a former jarhead myself, and though your
compliment is huge because you're a HOT man, Jerry's not only all I can
handle, but he's all I want."

Curtis pantomimed an exaggerated two-handed
stabbed-in-the-heart-and-collapsing routine that was comical, as he'd
intended.  Grinning broadly, he said, from the floor now, "Geez, I'm
slipping.  Last time I was on the locker room floor it definitely was not
because I'd been shot down.  Shot IN, but definitely NOT shot down!" he
finished lewdly.

"OK, OK," I broke in, giving him a hand to get to his feet.  "I think we're
in TMI-land there," I said, laughing with Bob.

Curtis, standing, put his hand out to Bob.  "Kidding aside," and turning to
me, "And with apologies for overstepping Connell's territory, nice to meet
you, Bob.  And yeah, you're a very hot man, and if what you want is to
become a musclehead, you're in great hands with Connell.  He's the best
guide a guy can have.  I actually owe this bod," he said, sweeping his hand
over his own chiseled hulk, "To him," he continued.  "Connell guided my
trainer when I was working on leaning and toning after I'd bulked and
over-bulked, and his guidance to my trainer made all the difference."

The unexpected accolade was added incentive to Bob's commitment to working
out and his confidence that he'd achieve the results he wanted.  I didn't
say anything to that other than, "Thanks, Curtis."  The fact was his
trainer was a novice and hadn't learned how to tailor his approach to a
man's bodytype and metabolism, and he was, luckily, open to advice when I'd
first met them at the gym shortly after I'd joined.

"Well, then," The handshake, although over, still had their hands clasped
together awkwardly, and Bob's eyes went to their hands after saying that.

"Oh," Curtis laughed, releasing Bob's hand.  "Guess you're doing with me,
huh?"

"Yeah, thanks again, Curtis.  But maybe you should finish getting into your
gear and get to your workout before you waste any more time ogling my
friend Bob here?"

Curtis leered.  "What makes you think I was only ogling him, Connell?" he
teased.  "You guys hitting the showers now?  Maybe I should join you and
wash off whatever I got on me on the floor."

I laughed and shook my head.  "Curtis, you're too much."  Bob was laughing
with me.  "C'mon Bob, let's hit the showers and then relax a little in the
Jacuzzi and sauna."

"Yeah, you men go ahead.  I'll just . . . take care of myself here," Curtis
said as we got our towels and my kit.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw
him adjusting his jock strap as obviously as he could.  He never gave up –
one of the things I liked about him!

"Er, Jer, I think he was starting to get hard in his jock strap," Bob told
me, almost under his breath, as we walked away.

"Yeah, I noticed.  See I was right – you're hot, Bob."

"Or he's just a horndog!" he laughed, now that we were at the other end of
the locker room.

"He's definitely that, but he's also an honest man, and between his
admiring looks and his obviously-interested dick, I've proved my point."

Bob just shoved me with his shoulder and kept walking.

We enjoyed the Jacuzzi and sauna, and Bob, surprisingly, was envigorated
after we showered up and dressed.  I'd expected at least some comment about
me having put him through his paces.  Instead, he said, "Man, this was
awesome!  I'm more awake now than I was earlier.  Is it better to work out
in the morning or when?"

"There are plenty of approaches to follow on that.  The important thing is
to make sure you have the right fuel in your body and plenty of hydration
when you do work out and you feel your body's need for protein after you
work out.  Which reminds me, we should catch a protein shake now.  I think
we have time before you have to go with your realtor, right?"

Bob looked crestfallen, stopping in his tracks as we were nearing the gym's
exit from the lobby.  "I thought you were going to go with me," he said
glumly, having turned to me.

"I'm intending to if you still want me," I quickly told him.  "I didn't
phrase that right.  I just meant it's your appointment with your realtor
was all."

Bob looked not only relieved but elated.  "OH, great!"

"Hey do me a favor, OK?" I asked, as we still stood there in the lobby.

"Sure, anything, Jerry."

"Relax.  Don't be so quick to think the worst, particularly about me.  I
want to be with you as much as you want to be with me."  I'd delivered it
earnestly, looking him square in the eyes.  And to emphasize my intentions,
I leaned in and kissed him on the lips quickly, surprising the hell out of
him, which made me laugh.  "Oh, and deal with the consequences, formerly
closeted boy!" I teased him.

The clerk at the gym desk gave a whistle and grinned at us.  And Bob's
surprise turned to a grin, too.  I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.
"Now, what say we go grab the protein shakes," I said as we exited.

"Ummmm, how about we give each other," and he raised his hands in air
quotes, "Protein shakes?  We've got time before the realtor appointment,"
he urged.

I just pulled him into me and laughed, squeezing his shoulder.  "How about
we do both, since that's a myth about IT being PURE PROTEIN." I'd
emphasized the two with air quotes of my own.

"OH, right, you told me that already.  But hey, your idea works!" he
grinned.  "Let's do it!" he yelled and walked faster.

We stopped at Jamba Juice and got protein-infused smoothies and then were
at my place in no time.  We were all on each other before the door to my
condo was shut, and I had his cock out and in my mouth within moments.
"MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned around his already-drooling cock as I
struggled to get it all in my mouth.

"OH FUCK MAN!" he shouted when I had him in and had one hand on his butt
cheek guiding him in and out of my mouth and the other on his nuts, my
fingertips rubbing his taint.  "Jesus FUCK, you're going to make me cum!"
he cried, his hands on my skull now pumping into me.  I couldn't answer
that was the idea, but my attempt to talk had me growling around his cock,
which excited him all the more.

I teased him that time, edging him up and back about five times, though it
was becoming increasingly difficult to edge him off.  Bob was so responsive
to my oral and digital and manual ministrations.  It was actually both
difficult for me to keep him from spilling over the peak because his
excitement was raging and the edges back and then sucking him up to the
edge again were becoming shorter and shorter round trips despite my rather
considerable skills controlling a man's responses.  And for me, that in
itself was so FUCKING HOT all I wanted was to pull him over the edge and
enjoy his loss of control and emptying of his nutload down my hungry
throat.

"I want to fuck you!" he cried after he'd cried out in protest when I edged
him off again for about the sixth time.  He continued, however, to
skull-fuck me, shoving his oversized cockknob down my throat with each
thrust.

"THHHHEeeeeeeeeeeccckkkkkkkkshhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnndddddddddddd
rrrrollloooooooodddddthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I croaked out.  I'd gladly take
his second load, which I knew he'd easily have in him, with him fucking me,
but this one was going down my gullet.

So I got to work and sucked and licked and rubbed and tugged and massaged
and tickled until he was screaming
"OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" as
his climax ripped through him, his hands tight on my head to keep himself
from falling as I sucked him and teased his over-sensitized head long after
he'd stopped blasting his seed down my throat.

Finally, in a burst, he shoved me off him.  Struggling to catch his breath
between laughing because I'd tickled and teased him beyond any polite level
for a man's cock after he's cum, he stumbled back into a table by my wall,
upsetting a lamp and catching it barely, looking surprised that he had.
"SHIT!" he exclaimed.  "GODDAMN, Jerry!"

Smacking my lips and coming up to him and taking his balls in a firm grip
with one hand and smearing my precum on my ass to lube it with the other, I
asked, "Complaining?"

"HOLY THE FUCK NO I'm not fucking complaining!" he shouted, and I gave his
balls a yank anyway.  "SSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!" he inhaled.

"You got another load for me, stud?" I begged, licking my hand clean of my
precum I'd lubed myself with and then taking another swipe at my cock and
feeding it to him.

"OH FUCK YES!" he answered, greedily slurping my precum.  "Let me eat you."

"I'm yours, stud," I told him in a husky, urgent voice.  "Just DO ME NOW!"
I told him.  "Do whatever you want, but I need you NOW!"

I didn't need to say it again.  He flung me across the hall and into the
back of my love seat and pushed me down over it while falling to his knees
behind me.  His hands were roughly pulling my asscheeks apart, and his
tongue was spearing my hole instantly.  "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned into my
crack.

"OH GOD YES!" was all I could get out, enjoying his devouring of my hole.
His tongue was all in me then traveling my crack then teasing my pucker
then tongue-fucking me again.  His hands had my ass spread WIDE, and he'd
often take a long swipe from my balls up my taint and along my crack before
plunging back into my hole again.

I could feel my precum running out of me like a running hose, and soon Bob
was gathering it and smearing it on me and licking it off me again and then
over and over.  The stimulation to my cockhead of just his hand swiping
over me, combined with his tongue, had me so close.  I couldn't decide if I
wanted to just let go and blast my wad or to make him fuck it out of me.

The decision turned out to be his, however, when he abruptly pulled his
face out of my crack and got to his feet behind me.  He had his enormous
cockhead jammed against my slimey wet hole and SHOVED it into me without
waiting.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I
shouted, as his log-sized shaft followed his tennis-ball-sized head,
ripping into me.  I'd screamed, but I fucking loved it, and I shoved my ass
back and impaled myself on him fully, feeling his balls against my
buttcheecks.

"OH FUCK I needed you!" he cried and started pumping me, his hands on my
shoulders for leverage as his pumping went to slamming.

"FUCK YEAH, STUD – JUST LIKE THAT!  FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I cried out.

He slam-fucked me like a man who hadn't fucked in months or years, not like
a man who'd owned my hole for the past day and had used it until I was
beyond sore.  His recent orgasm ensured that he would pump me for a good
long time, and even after he pounded my first climax out of me – thank
god for leather sofas, because I coated the back of it with my blasting
eruption – he kept on, his pace and force increasing, along with his
growls.

I worked back into him, causing our collisions to be loud and bone-jarring,
and I moaned and growled along with him, shouting when each thrust nailed
my inner spot and sent a new bolt of lightning sheeting through my whole
body.

Bob was far too big for me to edge as much as I liked with my assmuscles.
When your cunt is stretched beyond capacity, clenching is constant for the
most part.  So I settled for deciding to pull him over the edge and put my
all into clenching HARDER with each thrust when he pushed into me and again
when he was pulled almost out and his head was right at my opening.

"FUCK, Jer, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he cried, and I
knew from the way his already huge head got bigger inside me and his steel
shaft went to veinier iron that he was going to blow.

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING SEED!" I ordered.

"OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he shouted again, and his
body started spasming behind me.  I clenched HARD on him, holding him in
place like a bitch in heat being pumped.  "OH FUUCCCKKKKKKKKK
YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" he yelled again, his blasts continuing
inside me.

I began gyrating my ass around his cock impaling me, and he screamed for
mercy, his cock now again over-sensitized, but my anal clench still
unyielding.  "OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH GGOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" he cried, trying
to push back from me.

I growled.  "Say `uncle'!" I demanded, tweaking his cock again with my
impaled version of twerking.

"OH GOD FUCK!" he exclaimed.  "Uncle!  FUCKING UNCLE!!!" he laughed.

And I let him go.

Bob stumbled backward when he was standing on his own, and I whirled around
and caught him in my arms and pulled him into me.  He was panting, and so
was I.  We were both sweaty.  We felt awesome chest to chest and cock to
cock.

I clamped my lips over his while I held him tighter, and we shared a
sizzling, long kiss, which before it ended had us grinding into each other,
me rock hard again, him getting there.  "Mmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned, having
pulled my lips away just enough to articulate . . . sorta.

"Jerry, don't freak out but I have to say something."

"I won't freak out, Bob," I reassured him, holding him tight against me, my
lips still brushing his.

"I'm totally . . . ummmmmm . . . This is so . . . OH FUCK!" he finally
spat.  "I think I'm falling in love with you, Jerry!" he said, and then he
buried his face in my shoulder.

I held him tight and rubbed his back for a bit.  "It's pretty amazing," I
finally said softly, holding him even tighter.  "We've definitely gone from
fucking red hot amazing sex to something deeper, and I don't mean that
fuckweapon you call a cock and how DEEP it goes into me!" I said laughing.

"Is it OK if I feel this way?" he asked, into my shoulder.

"Yes, Bob, it is," I said simply.

I had no idea if he was falling in love with me or if he had fallen in
lust, both, whatever.  What I did know is that life is for living, we feel
what we feel and we were both enjoying this . . . a lot.

"We've got to shower and get to my hotel so I can change and we can meet my
realtor," he said softly into my shoulder.

"I have a better idea," I told him.

He pulled away to face me again.  "Yeah?" he asked.

"We put on the clothes we wore to the gym without showering . . . nothing.
We reek of sex and sweat all over again, and I LOVE the scent of it on me
and on you.  I'll take my clothes, and we'll go to your hotel, shower THEN,
after we've walked along enjoying the olfactory aftermath of our sex and
me, particularly, the way your seed feels in me."

"You realize, Jerry, it might be more than I can take, and I might pull you
into an alley or something and do you all over again?" he warned with a
wicked grin.

"I only wish it was farther a walk from here to your hotel then . . . to
increase the chances," I replied with a wink.

"Let's do it!"

"The walk or the alley?"

"BOTH!" he grinned.

I laughed, and so did he, but my cock was doing anything but laughing,
raging hard again, hoping for the wicked plan to come to fruition.

"Hey, do me a favor," I called over my shoulder after I'd yanked my clothes
back on from the heap they'd been in on the floor.  "While I grab my
clothes to change into from my bedroom, grab some paper towels and wash my
cumblast off my sofa, would ya?  It's only fair, since you caused that, you
stud-fucker you!"

I saw Bob's blush again before I looked back toward the hall and headed to
my bedroom.

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