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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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