Konrad wasn’t sure he liked the idea of himself being thought of as something to be “scrounged up.” But he wanted to have sex with Jakob again, and he was always interested in making money.
“Yeah? ‘In the mood for more than one man?’ Been there, done that,” Konrad quipped. “So your john is a horny bastard, huh?”
“Aren’t they all? This job would be a hell of a lot easier if they all had lower sex drives.”
“What’s the catch? There must be one. Let me guess. This guy’s a creep?”
Jakob laughed. “Hardly. You couldn’t be more wrong. This guy is kind of special, actually, as johns go. He’s young—about our age—and he’s loaded. And he’s a bodybuilder, too, believe it or not. He goes to one of those fancy gyms in the suburbs. Wouldn’t be caught dead at The Body Shop, even though I keep telling him what he’s missing.”
“He won’t even check out our iron pit when he’s out slumming?” Konrad asked. “He sounds kind of stuck-up, to me. If he’s such a catch, why is he paying for sex?”
“Who knows what goes through these johns’ minds? I’ve given up trying to understand them. All I care about is whether their money is good. And this dude—his name’s Moric, by the way—he’s not tight-fisted. He’ll pay us each one hundred and fifty thousand. And he always tips.” [One hundred and fifty thousand forints is approximately five hundred and twenty-four US dollars.]
Jakob paused, letting what he’d said sink in—while Konrad wondered whether he’d heard correctly.
“A hundred and fifty thousand? For all night?” he asked.
“No, just for a session. For that amount of money, you can’t clock watch, though. Expect to be there for two or three hours. Having sex nonstop. Think of it as giving your dick a workout. Come on, Konrad, do this for me,” Jakob coaxed. “I’m thinking that a threesome with you could be hot. And you won’t regret it.”
“All right,” Konrad agreed. “I’ll do it.”
“That’s my boy. I’ve been to his house, but he usually comes to my place. You see, he does go slumming, sometimes! See you there at eight tonight, okay?”
“Okay.” Konrad was looking forward to meeting this fellow muscle man who had so much disposable income to throw around.
“Be pumped up and ready to fuck—and to be fucked,” Jakob urged. “Moric is versatile. Likes a lot of variety in bed.”
Sounds like one of those gigs when I’m going to feel as though my dick has been put through a meat grinder, afterward, Konrad told himself.
Moric was already at Jakob’s apartment when Konrad arrived.
“Am I late?” Konrad asked, anxiously, after Jakob introduced him to Moric.
“Not at all,” Jakob assured him. “We’ve just sat down and started to have some beer. Look—Moric brought us a whole case of this fine brew, in honor of the occasion. You’ll have some, won’t you, Konrad?”
“Sure.”
The beer was an expensive Belgian import. Moric did seem to be generous, as Jakob had told Konrad he was.
The guy was attractive, too. He had a nice, rather boyish face. Although Moric was dark-haired, he rather reminded Konrad of his pretty blond muscle pup, Sandor.
Moric was short and stocky. That could be an advantage for a bodybuilder. On a smaller guy, it took less sheer muscle mass to make him look imposing, in his own right. Of course, the optical illusion didn’t hold up so well when the short guy was in the company of larger, heavyweight muscle men, as Moric was now.
“It’s kind of warm in here tonight,” Jakob remarked. “Why don’t we lose some of these clothes and get comfortable?”
Konrad knew where this was headed, and he nonchalantly followed suit when Jakob stripped down to his underwear—a tight-fitting, skimpy pair of bikini briefs. Konrad almost felt overdressed in his rather baggy boxer shorts. He hadn’t anticipated that there would be an underwear fashion show, as a prelude to the evening’s other activities. Moric had no inhibitions about stripping down, either. His underwear, in a sheer black synthetic fabric, looked expensive—the brand name, which Konrad didn’t recognize, was embroidered on the elastic waistband.
Moric also removed his wristwatch, which he set down on the end table beside his chair. The watch, Konrad estimated, was probably worth at least two million forints. [Six thousand, nine hundred, and eighty-four US dollars.] By Konrad’s standards, that was a fortune, and a large fortune, not a small one. Konrad hoped that Moric wasn’t in the habit of wearing it, and leaving it lying around, when he was in the company of hustlers. If he did, he risked being robbed. Not all of Budapest’s man whores were as honest as Konrad prided himself as being. Of course, Konrad had no way of knowing how honest Jakob was. Moric was one of Jakob’s regular clients, the blond bodybuilder had told Konrad, so presumably he felt safe with him.
The three men sat, comfortably near-nude, and drank the excellent beer. Moric was eyeing Konrad, scrutinizing him from head to foot, evaluating his physique and comparing it to Jakob’s—and making no secret of the fact that he was doing so.
“So—you and Jakob are lovers, are you?” Moric inquired, excitedly.
Konrad recognized this as a line of bullshit which Jakob had no doubt fed Moric, but he decided to play along.
“Oh, sure,” Konrad said, casually. “I’m just crazy about this big, dumb, ugly lug.” Hearing that, Jakob compressed his lips together in a tight-lipped smile. He probably wanted to pound Konrad into a pulp for making that crack, but of course he couldn’t do so in front of Moric. “Isn’t that right, lelkem [sweetheart]?” Konrad asked Jakob, tossing fuel onto the smoldering fire.
“You bet,” Jakob muttered.
“Jakob spoils me,” Konrad said. This was less of a mockery of Jakob, with Moric not in on the joke, than an expression of one of Konrad’s own long-cherished, but now abandoned, fantasizes.
“I’d do the same, if you were my boyfriend,” Moric avowed.
“But you, Moric,” Konrad suggested. “I imagine you like to play the field?”
“I do,” the rich young guy admitted. “The truth is, I’m just crazy about muscle. I can’t seem to get enough of it.”
“What’d you have in mind, for us to do tonight?” Konrad asked.
“Oh, the usual, to start off with,” Moric replied. This wasn’t particularly enlightening, because in Konrad’s experience with johns, “the usual” could cover a wide range of quirks. After taking a swig from his beer bottle, though, Moric became more specific. “Before we’re done, though, I’d like a sandwich fuck. With me as the meat, and you guys as the bread. Not to imply that you two studs aren’t ‘meaty’ enough,” he added, with a droll laugh. “That’s one of my favorite things—fucking and being fucked, at the same time. Especially when the two other guys are both big, hardcore gym motherfuckers. Being pressed between two huge, hard bodies—fuck, yeah!”
“Sounds exciting,” Konrad said. And he was being sincere. He was already having trouble deciding which would be more exciting—fucking Moric up the ass, or taking the man’s cock in his own hole. It was kind of a tossup.
Moric smiled. “This beer isn’t advertised as an aphrodisiac, but it’s sure as hell making me horny.”
Jakob knew this was his cue. “Me, too,” he said, as he rose from his seat.
Moric and Konrad got to their feet, too, and they followed Jakob into his bedroom. There, they all quickly wriggled out of their underwear.
Jakob climbed onto the waiting, unmade bed, and he rolled onto his stomach, spreading his legs and grabbing one of the pillows, which he stuffed under his head. He looked quite relaxed, perfectly at ease.
“Help yourself to my muscle ass,” he invited Moric. “I know much you always like it.”
For a moment, Moric simply stood there beside the bed and stared in admiration at Jakob’s large but perfectly proportioned buttocks. The big blond bodybuilder kept wriggling his ass cheeks at him in an enticing, provocative manner, as he lay on his belly on the bed. Then Konrad sat on the other side of the b
ed, also enjoying the sight of the other two naked men. Moric got onto the bed and knelt between Jakob’s widespread legs. Turning his head, he looked at Konrad’s thick, swollen cockhead, and the drop of pre-cum which gleamed in the piss slit.
Reaching out with his left hand, Moric pulled Jakob’s butt cheeks apart, allowing his fingers to run slowly and appreciatively over the hustler’s ass, until they were rubbing up and down within his deep, narrow ass crack, massaging his pucker. At the same time, Moric leaned toward Konrad. Mouth open, he stuck out his tongue and he licked the glans of Konrad’s cock, before he pushed his face farther forward and he captured the penis between his lips.
Groaning, Konrad closed his eyes and moved closer toward Moric. He put his hand on the back of the man’s head and gently encouraged him to take more of his dick inside his mouth. Soon, Moric had his mouth stuffed full of the muscle man’s meaty fuck tool, which he swabbed with his tongue.
Giving in to his mounting lust, Konrad pushed the rest of his prick between his cocksucker’s pliant, receptive lips, until he was easing his glans down into the guy’s throat. Konrad could feel his balls tightening up, aching with their need to release their load. Moric moaned around the thick dick in his mouth and throat, sending vibrations rippling through the penis. Saliva leaked from the corners of the handsome young john’s wide-stretched mouth, despite the fact that it was firmly sealed around the circumference of Konrad’s shaft. With slow, teasing movements of his head, Moric began to slide his mouth back and forth on the cock.
“Damn,” Konrad muttered. “That’s some damn hot cocksucking!”
“You two seem to be having yourselves some fun,” Jakob commented, more than a little sarcastically. “I’m feeling kind of left out, guys. I thought I was about to get fucked.”
Moric pulled his mouth off Konrad’s cock.
“You will get fucked,” he promised Jakob. “All in good time.” He drew Konrad down with him onto the bed, so that all three men now lay on it, with Moric wedged in between Jakob and Konrad, the former still face down, the latter on his back. Moric rolled over, half on top of Konrad, and kissed him on the mouth. At the same time, he inserted his middle finger into Jakob’s tight, butch manhole. He twisted his finger around inside the anus, as though he using a screwdriver to drive in a screw, and the blond bodybuilder squirmed in response to the stimulation, moaning into the pillow under his head, making humping motions, rubbing his cock against the mattress in an effort to find relief.
“That feels good, but I still need something bigger and stiffer than your frigging finger in my hole,” Jakob insisted, without shame.
“Um,” Moric mumbled. He took his mouth away from Konrad’s, and instead he used his lips on Konrad’s stiff prick. “I’m paying for this party, remember?” Moric said, between licks and sucks. “Let me call the shots.” He didn’t speak in an unkindly or arrogant tone of voice, but he’d effectively established who was in charge. All the while, he continued to diddle Jakob’s butt.
Konrad groaned, feeling his cum coming to a slow boil. The way Moric was teasing his dick with his mouth could, he feared, send him blasting off at any moment. But he didn’t want to risk disappointing the john by losing his load too soon.
It was interesting to see Jakob acting so accommodating, even submissive. In return for cold hard cash, the usually cocky bastard was obviously prepared to play the role of a passive muscle bitch!
“Easy, please,” Konrad warned Moric. “Take it a little easy, please. You’re too good at that. You’re making me feel like I’m ready to come.” The air in the bedroom seemed to grow hot and humid, and Konrad could see and feel beads of perspiration emerge and dot not only his own skin, but that of his two well-built bedmates. The smell of aroused male genitalia filled his nostrils when he took in a deep breath. He looked down at Moric, who continued to slurp hungrily on his dick for a few more moments, before, with obvious reluctance, he relinquished his oral grip on it.
“Don’t come yet. We can’t have that, stud,” Moric told Konrad, grinning. “Try to save your load, for now.” The handsome guy’s face was flushed from his oral exertions, wet and glistening with sweat. Additional rivulets of freely-flowing perspiration ran down his chest and belly, matting the dark pubic hairs adorning his groin above the firm upward-thrust mass of his cock.
As for Jakob, he seemed to be off in another world, one all his own, rocking his body back and forth on the bed, while Moric continued to push his fingers in and out of his ass—fingers, plural, because by now Moric had slipped two more fingers into the tight, butch hole next to the first one. The husky blond bodybuilder’s long hair streamed loosely over the back of his neck, his shoulders, and the pillow he had his head resting on. His big, hard buttocks gleamed with a thick, oily-looking layer of sweat. Konrad thought that the three of them looked as though they were professional bodybuilders, who’d oiled up their bodies before going on stage in a physique competition and show.
“Now, why don’t you suck me?” Moric invited Konrad. With a squishy sound, he pulled his fingers out of Jakob’s ass. He shifted his position, and he straddled Konrad’s chest.
Konrad smiled, indicating that he was perfectly willing to blow the man. Moric’s large, heavy balls, sparsely coated with dark hairs, hung down like two eggs in a fleshy sac, swaying lazily right above Konrad’s face. The guy’s cock brushed over the tip of Konrad’s nose. Konrad inhaled through his nostrils, savoring the manly aroma of Moric’s damp, heated crotch, as he angled his head forward and up, straining his neck, and he opened his mouth wide to swallow the john’s thick prick.
With quick, jerky movements, Konrad adjusted the position of his shoulders, neck, and head, so that he could suck the cock more comfortably and efficiently. He succeeded in absorbing it inside his mouth and throat all the way to the balls, making Moric gasp in surprise and delight.
“Uh! Big, butch muscle fucker!” Moric exclaimed. “Didn’t expect you to suck cock this well! Yeah, take it—take it all, big man—take it and work on it!” Moric slid forward on Konrad’s heaving pecs, leaning over him and forcing him to swallow every inch of his shaft, while he nearly suffocated Konrad with his groin.
Meanwhile, Jakob had risen into a crouching position. Obviously enjoying the sight of his gym buddy and fellow male prostitute sucking Moric’s dick, he reached toward the nightstand beside the bed and picked up a bottle of lubricant.
“You guys have gotten me all worked up,” Jakob complained, happily. “Let me fuck you, Moric, while my buddy Konrad sucks you,” he pleaded. “Then we can do that sandwich fuck thing you were talking about.”
“Sounds good to me. Go for it!” was Moric’s enthusiastic response.
In anticipation of his answer, Jakob was already applying the lube to his cock. Moving quickly behind Moric, with an agility unusual for a muscle man of his size, he nudged himself forward on his knees until he positioned right behind the other guy. The long-haired blond giant leaned back until he could feel his butt cheeks resting on his heels. Pressing forward again, he placed his hands on Moric’s behind and he spread his buttocks wide, searching with the glans of his slippery fuck tool for the familiar feel of the puckered sphincter opening. Without giving his john a chance to change his mind. Jakob bucked his pelvis forward and upward, and in one smooth, sure motion, he drove his stiff moneymaker all the way up his client’s asshole.
“Damn,” Moric breathed. “I keep forgetting how big that thing of yours is! Every time you screw me, stud, it’s like having my cherry busted, all over again! Go ahead. Get in there. Get in there, and fuck.” He squirmed, pushing his butt back provocatively into his fucker’s crotch, trying to obtain a still deeper penetration. “Fuck,” he repeated, gasping for breath. “Oh, yeah, fuck that hole!”
Jakob wrapped his huge arms around Moric’s narrow waist, enclosing him in a bear hug, pinning him firmly back against his massive chest. He drove his thighs under the john’s buttocks and he jackhammered his dick back and forth within the tight, const
ricting anal tunnel which he was possessing so thoroughly.
“Fuck me!” Moric cried. Then he resumed his impassioned, expert fucking of Konrad’s face.
Giving in to a wild, overpowering hunger which seemed to possess him, Konrad sucked harder on Moric’s cock. Meanwhile, Jakob’s erection continued to explore the innermost recesses of Moric’s hot, steamy asshole. The two hustlers worked together as a team, doing everything in their power to stimulate their customer.
Moric was almost mad with lust, now. His ass was stuffed with Jakob’s oversized fuck tool, while his cock was being sucked by Konrad’s experienced and enthusiastic mouth.
Konrad raised his hands and caressed Moric’s thighs. He slid his fingers inward, until they were touching the guy’s balls. He cupped the hot testicles in his palm, playfully rolling them back and forth, making Moric groan, and at the same time Konrad hollowed his cheeks and increased the force of his suction. Moric’s penis pulsed strongly inside his mouth. Moric moaned, softly, tilting his head back and resting it on Jakob’s shoulder, while his butt cheeks squirmed ecstatically in response to Jakob’s steady impalement of his anus.
“Fucked,” Moric panted. “I love to get fucked!”
“So does Konrad,” Jakob told him.
Still sucking away, Konrad grunted his assent. He worked on Moric’s balls harder, while he moved his other hand under Moric’s crotch and up, rubbing it the man’s perineum muscle, until he could feel the underside of Jakob’s cockshaft as it pumped in and out of Moric hole. Konrad tickled Jakob’s dick with his fingertips, but then, rather sadistically, he scratched its sensitive skin with his fingernails.
Jakob grunted. “Goddamn you,” he swore. “Like the way my cock feels, going into his ass, do you?”
Konrad jerked his head back far enough to free his mouth from Moric’s cock. “Yeah, that’s hot,” he acknowledged. He could feel the other bodybuilder’s prick throb more fiercely in response to his touch. “I want to get fucked, too.”
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