Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2014 23:40:17 -0500
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: The Client - Part 2

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The Client – continued Part 2
by Mads van Duessen

I walked to Bob's hotel in a light mood.  What almost-forty gay male
wouldn't with a hot mid-twenties guy who was interested in him at the end
of this walk?  I had to laugh to myself.  Younger men weren't really my
style exactly, though I'd certainly partaken of many when I was still
serving in the USMC.  God knew there were plenty of horny Marines, the
young ones especially.  I'd never been great at denying myself, though my
duty always came first (no pun intended!).

I laughed to myself and also smiled wickedly at a particularly attractive
businessman who passed.  He blushed!  I should have whipped out one of my
cards, but what I'd been thinking when I grinned at him had nothing
whatsoever to do with conducting business, his or mine.

Bob's hotel was one of the nicest in the city.  I'd never done "outcalls",
but I had hooked up with a few travelers there over the past year.  I could
see it rising above most of the other buildings ahead, and my mind strayed
to the one really HOT time I'd had there and to the two others, which had
basically been only one or two notches above jacking off.

The one hot guy, however, was REALLY hot.  Retired Army, in town to visit
some friends at Fort Carson, and he'd decided to spend a couple of days in
Denver "treating himself".  I was one of the "treats".  And so was he for
me, actually.

I've always been most comfortable around other servicemen.  There's a
unique camaraderie, particularly with brothers in the Corps, but with any
military man.  Sometimes, some of the more extreme death and destruction
personalities are to be avoided, though they, too, usually make for HOT
fucks, though one-timers, not more.  But there had been that one
particularly macho, rough fucking, power vers former ranger that I couldn't
"quit", to coin a phrase from an, in my opinion, overrated movie.  Unlike
the whiners in that particular movie, neither of us whined, except perhaps
when we were edging each other, pounding DEEP and HARD and hitting his spot
until I could see his head so expanded it looked like it would explode and
his veiny shaft looked like it had been scored, and then backing him off
that edge and then fucking him right back up there again until he finally
shouted a snarling threat if I didn't fuck him over the edge.  Good times!

Whoa . . . my cock was raging in my boxer briefs inside my slacks, and I
had nothing to cover it.  DOWN BOY!  Baseball – ooops, no, those hot
sweaty bods and stinking jock straps.  Football -- NO!  Uh, battle
. . . casualties . . . SHIT, no, not that.  But the few images that flashed
from my memory through my consciousness did the trick, and I wasn't going
to get picked up for indecent crotch display while I walked down the
boulevard.

I'd just had an amazing afternoon of getting fucked and then getting sucked
again afterward, and here I was horny as a stoat.  What exactly is the
nature of a stoat's libido – I'd heard that as a line from some TV show
I think, and it must have been the delivery or the character that caused it
to make an impression on me without having a clue as to the real meaning.
Whatever, as I walked along, I was looking forward to MORE with Bob.  Well,
what man wouldn't want MORE when the more was great sex with a hot,
masculine man?

The last couple of blocks I tried NOT to think about sex.  It was a
beautiful early evening, the sun was not quite past the Rockies to the west
yet, but the street canyons were shadowed.  It wasn't warm, but it wasn't
cold, either.  My light jacket would be too warm if I'd had to walk too
much farther or walked faster, but later on it would be just right.

I was startled at the door when I heard my name.  I didn't recognize the
voice, but when I turned toward it I recognized the face.  "That is you,
Banning," a guy I'd served with whose name I didn't remember said.  He was
wearing a valet's uniform, and he was my age.  Rough!

I strode over to him as he did toward me, and we clasped hands and then
bro-hugged.  His name tag said Tracy B.  I was trying to think what the B
stood for.  "Hey man, how's it going?" I asked him as we broke the hug
after one too many slaps on the back.

"It's going," he said, and I could tell times were tough.  I could place
him, but I remembered little else.  "Got my pension after twenty, but it's
not enough, so doing this, looking for something else.  You look good.
Then again, you always did look good," he added with a wink and a grin.

I just stood there.  I remembered him – sans his name – but I knew we
hadn't fucked around when I knew him.  And as well put together as he was,
that was only because my generally impeccable gaydar hadn't sussed that
out.

"Surprised you, didn't I?" he asked, his grin wider.

"When's your birthday?" I asked, the age-old code question from one gay
marine to another.

He laughed at that, but his head snapped when the doorman yelled,
"Cummings!  Got a guest here," somewhat peevishly.

Cummings – great name for a gay retired marine.  I didn't realize we
were close to the same age, but it made sense, and he retired after twenty
years as I had.

"Hey bud, let's grab a beer sometime," he offered, heading toward the
idling car and the impatient doorman.  "Or something," he added with a
wink.

I laughed and said, "Both a drink and a something."

His face lit up.  "You're on, bud.  Do me a favor and leave me your number
at the front desk, and I'll get in touch.  Great to see you, Banning."

Well, well, well, I thought and went to the doors.  It's a new hotel with
an old fashioned motif, so there was still an actual doorman there to open
the door for me.  From the look on his young face, he was "family", too,
but we just smiled at each other, his being the far more handsome of the
smiles.

I was headed to the desk to have them call up for Bob when I caught sight
of him coming out of the elevator.  "Hey Jerry," he called.

We had an awkward moment when we met – hand shake, bro hug, real hug?
After all, we'd just that afternoon been naked and draining our nutloads
on/in each other.  We both laughed at the awkwardness.  "You're right on
time," he observed.

"Sort of my thing.  Years of training to be where you're supposed to be
when you're supposed to be there, or something like that."  My mind
wandered for only a moment as I said or something to Cummings and the
promise of that to come.

"You have a grin I can't quite interpret, Jerry," Bob said, looking at me.

"Take me upstairs and you won't have to interpret it," I teased and waggled
my eyebrows.

"OH, MAN!" he exclaimed with a broad grin of his own.  "You don't have to
ask me twice."

Yet, we stood there.  Finally I threw out, "I will ask twice if I have to,"
with a wicked smile.

Bob looked startled and then sputtered, "It's just a lot like this might be
a dream, and I'm hoping this is real."

I stepped in close to him and lowered my voice.  "If I knew you better and
knew you wouldn't freak, I'd grab your cock right here in the lobby tight
enough that you KNEW it was real, Bob."

His nervous quick look around the lobby made me laugh, and then he looked
embarrassed.  "I'm not all that demonstrative in public, even with girls,"
he explained.

"Bob, it was a joke?"  He looked relieved and then forced a laugh.  "The
cock grabbing part was.  The getting us to your room, was NOT!" I
clarified.

Bob jumped and grabbed my arm and headed for the elevator.  "Right!  What
the fuck am I waiting for?"

We got to his floor without making a scene in the elevator, though I really
wanted to just pounce on him.  I doubted either of us would see the three
other people in the elevator again anyway.  But I knew Jerry was just
taking this step about his life, and I couldn't force him to be
comfortable, much less force him to be uncomfortable.  His hands were
shaking when he was trying to get the card key to read, so I turned it over
and around and slipped it in with the desired result.  "Sorry," he mumbled,
which I thought was cute.

We got inside his room – or I should say his magnificent suite – and
I turned him and held him by his shoulders.  "Relax, Bob."

He looked at me and smiled.  "I'm about to shoot my load in my pants I'm so
excited to be with you, Jerry.  And I'm not even close to being comfortable
with being GAY in public, but I just met a HOT man in the hotel lobby.  And
I've got to get my body in perfect shape for this.  I'm a fucking mess!"

He really was very cute.  "Luckily, I know some aerobically charged
activities we can undertake right now," I said with my most wicked smile.

Jerry grinned, but just stood there.

"OK, Bob, here's how this works.  You say something like `I'm so excited I
can't wait,' to a guy who's in your hotel room to get naked with you.  Then
that guy – ME! – tell you that's exactly what he's here for.  THEN
you JUMP HIM and have your way with him."

He took a step toward me and then stopped.  "I don't know how to really do
this."

"You don't know how to do what?  You showed me at my place that you know
how to do LOADS of things!" the emphasis on loads intended.

He blushed.  "Can I tell you what I really want?"

"Either that or JUST DO IT!" I said, now really ready for IT, whatever that
turned out to be with this cute hot young man.

"Okay, it goes like this.  We get into my room—"

"Which we've done and we are," I pointed out.

"And I tackle you and am all over you, ripping your clothes off, licking
you everywhere, sucking, grinding into you, all of it."

Jerry suddenly looked embarrassed again, so I decided this had to be
jump-started.  I lunged toward him and spun him around by his shoulders and
pulled us both back, me flopping onto the sofa, him right on top of me, my
hands moving to cup his ass so I could grind into him hard.  I covered his
lips with mine, so roughly that our teeth knocked together, but we were
both sucking face in no time.

I gradually became less aggressive, and although I ground into him, I let
him grope me, work my shirt off and get my slacks unbelted and open.  I
prompted him to get naked by working on his buttons, pulling his shirt out
of his pants and pushing it up over his head, but by the time he threw his
shirt somewhere he was off and running.

When he got his pants kicked off finally he pulled mine down my legs and
off me and carefully folded them over the back of the end of the sofa.  I
forced myself not to roll my eyes – it was sweet, right, his
consideration?  Who the fuck knew where my shirt was!

Then he was looking down at me with an almost transfixed look, and I was
giving him my best smoldering COME FUCK ME look.  Almost reverently he
hefted my big balls in one hand and rubbed his other hand along the ridges
of my abs and up across my pecs.  I hissed as his hands brushed my nipples
and moaned with genuine enjoyment of his touch.

Bob ran his hand back down my torso, seeming to enjoy every ridge,
particularly my Adonis belt, and then gripped my raging cock.  The
two-handed grip – `nads and shaft – was hot!  "Take me, Bob!"

That time I didn't have to ask twice.  Bob hoisted my legs roughly and
pushed my knees back to my chest.  He dove into my ass face first, and his
tongue was all over my rim and shoving into me before I could do much more
than gasp with the initial pleasure.  "FUCK that's hot!" I huffed, pulling
my knees back farther and shoving my ass into Bob's face.

He took a break from laving my chute and looked up through my thighs at me.
"FUCK YES it sure as fuck IS hot!" he growled, and then he dove back in.

"OH FUCK yeah eat that hole, stud!"

Bob couldn't seem to get enough of it, like a man starving and ass was his
diet.  He kept spearing his tongue into me, tongue-fucking me deeper and
deeper.  NICE TONGUE on him!

He kept licking, tongue-stabbing, chewing and, basically, making me writhe
and moan like a bitch in heat.  "FUCK I want you inside me!" I yelled at
one point.

Bob licked up my crack, up my taint and up my cock until his tongue was
flicking the tip, and he was sucking in my precum.  "Mmmmmm everything
about you tastes awesome, Jerry," he said, his lips teasing my head as he
said the words.

When Bob's mouth returned to my hole, I gasped hard, and I again shoved my
ass back onto his face.  He resituated himself a little and got both his
big hands on my thighs, rubbing up and down from my ass to my knees.  The
sensation of him rubbing my legs while his tongue licked my most intimate
personal place was wildly electrifying, and I honestly thought I might
combust from the passionate enjoyment.

I wanted him inside me, and I wanted him NOW.  "God, Bob, FUCK ME!" I
demanded.

Bob suddenly stopped and looked up at me, his eyes barely visible over my
throbbing, bobbing cock.  His eyes were intense.  "FUCK it turns me on that
you want me!" he said, almost with surprise.

"FUCK.  ME!" I growled.

His eyes rolled back a bit when I said it, but then they flamed, and his
nostrils flared.  Bob climbed up onto me and swiped his hand over my
drooling cock and rubbed it into my hole, and then he used his own pre to
lube his own cock.  I had my legs around him and pulled at him with my
heels.  Bob grinned.

I thought he was going to make me beg because Bob started rubbing my legs
and squeezing my muscles but not making any move to enter me.  And just
when I was about to throw him down and jump on him, he suddenly moved
forward and started rubbing his cockhead against my hole and crack.

I threw my head back and pushed myself into his cock, trying unsuccessfully
to shove my hole onto his teasing cock.  Bob laughed a little, clearly
enjoying my desire . . . and frustration.  "Dammit Bob I want it!"

Then, without warning, Bob SHOVED inside me, and I cried out and trailed
off into a loud hiss as my mancunt radiated pain of intrusion.  He stopped
suddenly and froze.  "OH, SHIT, I'm sorry!  I shouldn't have—"

"Just.  Fuck.  Me.  Bob!" I panted.  Bob started to say something and
hadn't moved, but I headed him off.  "MOVE, soldier!" I barked.

That got him going, and go he did.  He pounded into me, in and out, hard
and deep enough to make me gasp.  "FUCK you're tight!"

"GOD, Bob, with that club you call a cock, only a cow wouldn't be tight
around you!" I laughed and fucked back into him.

"Oh, man, I'm not going to last long, Jerry," he said, his eyes toward the
ceiling in a struggle to get himself under control.  Of course I was having
none of that.

I clenched my assmuscles around his pistoning horsecock and saw his body
spasm in response.  Then I began working my ass around his cock and making
sure I got my spot well-knocked, too, in the process, making me see stars.

"Oh FUCK!" he yelled, but I knew he wasn't really close – I remembered
the feel of him when he was close and this wasn't it.  This was just him
enjoying the fuck.  Which, in turn, made me HOT!

"Turn me over and fuck me from behind.  You can really pound my ass that
way!"

Bob was all over that, and he jerked himself out of me so hard I yelped
again when his fat head popped out of my rim.  "Oh, sorry!" he said again.

I was up and grabbed Jerry roughly and pulled him to me so we were face to
face.  "I swear, if you say `sorry' again and it's for anything other than
not fucking me hard enough . . . "  I didn't actually know what else to
say, where to go with it, so instead I pulled him closer and kissed him.
That surprised him, but it didn't take him long to open his lips and teeth
to my tongue and to be sucking face with me HARD, our bodies pressed
together.  His cock was ass-slicked and mine was just gooey from all my
precum, and together they slid and ground into our groins as our kiss went
from hot to nuclear.

We grappled that way, mouths stuck together, grunting, groaning, moaning
and groping each other at the same time until I finally broke away and
assumed the position bent over the sofa, my forearms braced on the back of
the sofa, my ass wagging at Bob.

He was behind me, one hand on my hip, his other guiding his cock into me
again.  I shoved back, surprising him, pushing myself onto him to his
pubes.  "OH MAN!" he yelled and started slamming my ass like a champ.

"FUCKN A!" I shouted, fucking back onto him just as hard as he was slamming
into me.

It wasn't perfectly synchronized, but it was a great, hard, fast-paced
fuck, and I was working that cock of his as tightly as I could, milking his
cock as he rammed me.  Bob's groans and moans were increasing, continuing
and getting louder, and I was enjoying him pounding me.

When he put his hands on my shoulders and leveraged himself so he could
thrust even harder, I pulled out all the stops and worked his cock with my
assmuscles with intent.  I felt his cock respond, hardening, thickening,
and I knew it was time to get us both over that edge.

I arched my back and got myself positioned to where his cock was assaulting
my prostate head-on, so to speak.  "OH FUCK YES!" I cried, enjoying the
jolts and the ride up as he continued to piston-fuck me hard and deep.

Bob was apparently enjoying my milking his cock and my cries each time he
slammed my button.  His cock was huge inside me – painfully so, which
was also making my entire body boil with excitement – the head feeling
like a plum reaming my channel.  "OH GOD, I'M GONNA—"

His words choked off right as my nuts exploded and my body was
skyrocketing.  "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I yelled, as I
felt my body spasming and erupting.  My cock pumped hard, and I felt his
cock spasming inside me, refilling me with his cum as I emptied my own onto
his sofa, splat by splat.

My head was hanging limp, Bob was still standing behind me, he was still in
me.  We were both panting, catching our breath.  His hands on my shoulders
felt like they belonged there – I liked it.

Bob finally moved one of his hands and rubbed my sweat-slick back gently.
It was nice.  "Guess you liked it, huh?" he asked.

I guffawed at that.  "Let me show you something," I said, sidling slowly to
the right, making sure he stayed inside me by reaching back and holding his
ass tight, pulling him into me.  I let go when we were enough to the right
that I could reach out and point at a massive cumload – mine –
splattered all over the back cushions and seat cushions of his sofa.  It
was an impressive load, if I could be so bold.  "See that?"

I was looking back, and Bob was grinning, looking at the considerable
evidence of my enjoyment.  "Yeah," he said with a long exhalation, his
smile going to a reverent, transfixed gaze.

"YOU did that!" I said, simply.

Bob blushed and snapped out of the reverie and looked up at me.  "Well, YOU
did that – I just know how to pump and shove.  You moved yourself to get
the most out of it, Jerry.  Hell, I'm the novice here."

I reached back and grabbed his butt to hold him again, and I straightened
up and turned my head around.  "Kiss me, stud!"

As Bob strained his head to meet my lips, I clenched on his mostly-soft
cock, still in me.  He gasped, which was perfect, because I took his mouth
while it was open and thoroughly kissed him.  When we pulled apart, I told
him, "Fucking is something two people do, Bob.  We did that together.  And
YOU did THAT," I said, pointing down to the mess on the sofa, "To ME!"

I pulled myself off him and turned around to face him.  He looked me up and
down.  "God you're hot, Jerry."

"Coming from a HOT man like you, Bob, I call that a huge compliment!" I
replied, meaning every word.

Bob blushed but that time he held my gaze.  And then he looked me down and
up slowly, a half-grin, half-leer on his face as he enjoyed the sight of
me, and that made a wave of heat pass through me.

His response to my enjoyment of his appraisal was obvious enjoyment.  I
liked that.  I liked him.  I reached out and touched his face, and he
looked a little uncertain, but then he just rubbed his head against my
touch gently.

We stayed like that for quite a time, until it was almost uncomfortable,
despite the intensity of attraction between two men who hadn't known each
other long.  I finally reached out and rubbed his furry pecs.  His smile
was . . . appreciative.  "You know what I think, Bob?"

He just looked at me expectantly, and I rethought my words.

"We're going to really enjoy getting to know each other, Bob."

He grinned.

We just stood there.  Finally, I looked down at our cocks, both hanging
long, his still slimy from my ass.

Bob followed my look down, and then he looked back at me.  "Dinner?  Or
more `getting to know each other'," he asked, grinning.

"Yes, and in that exact order.  You'll be my dessert."

"Right on, bud," he cheered, in a way that reminded me that he's been
straight all his life so far.  It was endearing.

"Right on, stud!"  He grinned at me.

"Let's get cleaned up so we can get our dinner and then get to that
dessert!"

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