Jakob grunted again, and he fell forward, driving more of his dick into Moric’s ass and making him moan loudly in reaction to the deeper penetration.
“Let’s make that sandwich,” Konrad suggested.
Rolling a bit to the right on the crowded mattress, he drew his legs up to his chest and he turned around, until he was crouched on his hands and knees. His muscular ass was facing the front of Moric’s body. Grabbing the lube, Konrad used it to slick up the john’s cock. Then he pushed his butt into Moric’s groin, in mute but unmistakable invitation, his body language more eloquent that any words.
As Konrad backed up, Moric moved forward, wrapping one arm around the bodybuilder’s massive chest, while he guided his cock into the groove between Konrad’s glutes and inserted it through his trembling hole. With a quick jerk thrust of his pelvis, Moric took possession of the anus, driving his dick hard into the hustler’s body.
“Uh, my God! Fucking hell, that cock of yours feels huge,” Konrad gasped, deep in his throat, as his ass was stretched by the unfamiliar male organ. He could feel Moric’s hard-muscled body quivering behind him. “And it’s going in deep.”
“Take it,” Jakob advised.
“Yeah, give up that hot, tight muscle ass, stud,” Moric insisted. He slid more and more of his cock into Konrad’s ass.
The three men rested for a moment, panting loudly, perspiring heavily, their cocks throbbing in unison. Reaching under Konrad’s thighs, Moric found his dick, which he began milking, lightly, teasing the hypersensitive flesh with skilled fingers. Konrad whimpered, aware that his balls, as well as his cock, were aching for relief. Then Moric began fucking him, slowly at first, easing his prick all the way into the hustler’s anus, touching bottom against his prostate, and retreating until only the thick knob of his cockhead was still distending Konrad’s sphincter ring. Moric repeated the process, over and over again, gradually speeding up his thrusts and withdrawals, driving Konrad wild.
Meanwhile, Jakob rode along with the john’s motions, keeping his cock firmly wedged inside Moric’s ass, holding onto Moric’s shoulders with both of his hands. At the same time, Konrad instinctively, mindlessly shoved his butt back into Moric’s groin, in a mute plea to be fucked even harder and faster.
“Oh, yeah, this is just what I wanted,” Moric moaned, while hot wet sweat broke out all over his body. The perspiration ran down his forehead and got into his eyes, stinging them, momentarily blinding him. He raised one hand to wipe his eyes. “Two hot goddamn stud bodybuilders,” he went on, in a heated whispered. “One on either side of me—me in the middle–fucking and being fucked! Ah, it’s good. It’s so damn good!”
The three men’s sweaty bodies slid easily over one another. Their groans mingled with the slick sounds of hot, wet muscle and flesh, smacking against more muscle and flesh, banging and grinding together in a flurry of flailing limbs.
Jakob began to slam his meaty prick more roughly into Moric’s ass. Konrad had to give the john credit—he could certainly take it, as well as dishing it out! Jakob’s more savage plowing of Moric’s manhole had a welcome side effect. The pressure and friction inside his anus made Moric fuck Konrad just as forcefully. It was as though Jakob’s dick had penetrated right through Moric’s body and he, not Moric, was the one who was drilling so deeply into Konrad’s spasming, agitated rectum!
Konrad could feel his fucker’s tool swelling larger inside him, vibrating more rapidly against his anal membranes. The lewd suctioning noises generated by hard cocks pistoning in and out of tight assholes drove the three men insane with lust, and they pounded their bodies together with total abandon, with real violence.
Konrad felt Moric’s fist tightening on his cock, pumping away on it with an insistent, wrenching motion now, giving Konrad a hand job which was almost more painful than pleasurable. Afraid to protest, though, Konrad didn’t complain. The customer was always right, after all! Moric was mumbling obscenities into Konrad’s ear, between grunts and gasps, while he frenziedly worked the hustler’s big, hot dick. Konrad’s heavy balls swung back and forth. He fought his desire to squirt his semen prematurely all over the wadded-up bedsheets he and the other two men lay on. He could feel Moric’s hairy groin rubbing against his butt cleft and ass cheeks, chafing his skin, while the wealthy young man’s upper thighs slapped noisily against the undersides of his glutes.
Abruptly, the muscular john paused in his erotic frenzy, his body going taut, and quivering like a tightly-drawn and strummed wire. A low-pitched, bestial growl rumbled up out of his throat, and he jerked himself forward, pressing his chest against Konrad’s back. At the same time, Moric’s head snapped back, and, in strange contrast to the deep growl he’d just emitted, he let out a sharp, strained yelp.
Konrad felt the man’s cock expand to still larger dimensions inside the narrow tunnel of his anus, and then the bloated male organ pummeled him in a rapid, uncontrolled pumping motion. He knew that Moric was ejaculating, firing volleys of jism into his well-fucked ass.
“Ah, motherfucking hell!” Moric shouted, his fist tightening around Konrad’s dick in a stranglehold. “This is what I wanted, all right! Take it, stud! Take my jizz in your ass!”
The knowledge that the stud john was about to dump his cum into his ass was too much for Konrad. He let himself relax the controls which he’d been struggling to impose on his own aching dick. Almost immediately, he could feel his sperm rising from deep within his body, like lava surging up through the cone of a volcano. The liquid began its impetuous rush through the tingling core of his cock, and there was no way to stop it now.
As Moric thrashed and heaved about on the bed, even in the throes of near-orgasmic passion he did not let go of Konrad’s prick. He massaged the swollen cock flesh with an ever more efficient roughness, until he felt it expand slightly within his grasp, pulsating strongly against the inside of his fist. Moric shouted out incoherently when Konrad’s body tensed against his, and then he fell forward.
Konrad threw his head back and he echoed Moric’s hoarse cry, before he collapsed on the bed, burying his face in a crumpled pillow. His fingers scrabbled to find a purchase on the mattress, clawing at it through the folds of the disordered sheets, and he began to shoot his cum, in hard, fast spurts which wet the fabric. Moric stopped pumping his fist up and down on Konrad’s cock. Content now just to hold and squeeze the throbbing shaft, he gripped it while it unloaded in jet after jet of frothy jism.
Jakob was the next to shoot off. The blond stallion jackhammered his pelvis hard against Moric’s buttocks, the repeated impact flattening them, his balls swinging forward and smacking against Moric’s. Rotating his behind around in lewd semi-circles, Jakob felt the sperm pressure build up and peak inside him, and then, abruptly, the cum exploded through his ass-embedded prick. His hot thick seed flew out into Moric’s welcoming ass. The muscular young john squeezed his sphincter tightly around his fucker’s ramrod, milking out every drop of the potent fluid from Jakob’s contracting balls, until the spasms racking both men’s bodies slowed and stopped.
Chapter Eight: His Secret Admirer
A few days after his physically exhausting, but financially highly profitable, threesome with Jakob and Moric, Konrad was at The Body Shop, putting in a long, hard workout.
Afterward, in the locker room, he stripped and hit the showers, soaking himself under the soothing hot spray for longer than usual.
Returning to his locker, rubbing himself dry with his towel, he saw something unusual.
The locker doors had rows of small parallel vertical slots cut in them, to allow for ventilation. Into one of these slots, on Konrad’s locker, a white business envelope was inserted, and was sticking out.
“What the fuck is this?” Konrad muttered to himself, aloud.
Konrad assumed that this was some correspondence from the gym’s management, although it seemed strange to him that his locker was the only one being used as a mailbox.
He unlocked the door and opened it, and then he pul
led out the envelope. Konrad was machine-printed neatly on the front of the sealed envelope.
He tore open the envelope and extracted a single sheet of paper. Unfolding it, he saw that it contained a text, apparently written using a computer’s word processing program, and printed out. It was a quite enigmatic and provocative message.
Hello, Konrad—
Let me be anonymous for now. I’ve been admiring you and following your progress as you build your body for quite some time. You have an amazing physique, and you are definitely one of the hottest men who works out here at The Body Shop.
I lie awake at night on my bed, and before I go to sleep, I often jerk off thinking about you, seeing your naked body and your huge hard muscles in my imagination, and wondering what you would be like as a sex partner.
I love to pump iron myself and I enjoy pushing myself past my limits, stressing my muscles and forcing them to grow. Although I’m not quite at your level of physical development yet, I am getting there, gradually, and I think I look pretty good.
I’m an openly gay man who really enjoys sex. Naturally, if the other guy has a great body, that’s a plus.
Let me tell you about one of my recent adventures. You might find it interesting. I only wish I could have done it with you.
A few weeks ago, this big fucking muscle stud got in touch with me, after another guy I know gave him my number—with my permission, of course. I’m always willing to have my reputation as a good fuck spread around town by word of mouth, so to speak, lol! The man sent me a few naked photos of himself, and I have to admit I was kind of impressed by what I saw. This dude is almost as big as I am, and he’s got a nice ass and a good-sized uncut dick.
He trains at one of those pissy fitness clubs, you know the type, places where the snooty clientele wouldn’t be caught dead working out at a sweat pit like The Body Shop. Fuck them, they don’t know what they’re missing, what with all the hot guys like you and me pumping iron here. This guy’s name is Lajos, and he works construction. He’s been in the military, and so it’s not surprising that like a lot of ex-grunts he’s used to taking orders and being dominated by tough-talking, virile men. I don’t know what it is about guys like him, but there’s something that makes them willing to be a real alpha male bodybuilder’s submissive little muscle bitch. You must have guys like that coming on to you all the time, begging for the chance to worship and service your incredibly hot body.
At first, Lajos just wanted to talk dirty with me over the phone, or sext. I wasn’t about to wear out my thumbs typing a lot of porn shit onto my phone, so I insisted that we talk. That turned out okay, though. I wasn’t shy. Over the phone, I told him in obscene, disgusting detail exactly what I wanted him to do. He loved having that nasty verbal cock play and muscle sex talk directed at him. We jacked off together during our phone sex session, and I made that horny son of a bitch beg me to be allowed to come. I edged him for over half an hour before I finally gave him permission to shoot. And then I blew my own load, and I sent him a selfie of my still-hard, semen-smeared cock. Lajos really got off on that, as you can probably imagine.
A few days later, after I sent him a little video showing me jerking off and telling him how I was going to make him take my slimy load all over his face, he responded by sending me a video of him shooting his cum all over himself, smearing it over his sweaty torso, and licking it off his sticky fingers. The guy is a real whore!
Remember, Konrad, I hadn’t ever met up with him in person, and at that point I really had no intention of doing so. But then he texted me, begging to see me face to face—or, rather, dick to dick, lol!
I agreed to meet him at a café, the Café Molnar, which is near The Body Shop, so it was convenient for me. And over our coffee we talked about some of the things we like to do with other guys, and some of our fantasies. Lajos told me he’s really into porn videos, especially American porn. He speaks pretty good English, and his job requires him to travel to the United States two or three times a year. On each of these trips, he stocks up on American porn DVDs. He has them shipped to his home, so they’re waiting for him when he gets home, and then he has himself a marathon jack-off session while watching them.
He invited me to his place to see one of them, from the most recent batch.
At his apartment, we got naked, and we settled down comfortably side-by-side on Lajos’s couch, with stiff drinks in our hands to go along with our stiff dicks, lol.
Konrad, you wouldn’t believe what was on that DVD! It was real hardcore shit. Huge, pumped up, steroid freak bodybuilders, pierced and tattooed, eight of the motherfuckers teaming up to gangbang a ninth stud! He had one big hard cock after another shoved up his ass, while one dick after another was fed into his mouth and throat. His buddies bred the son of a bitch. They’d pull out at the last moment while fucking him, they’d blow their wads over his asshole, and then they’d shove their wet pricks right back into his cum-soaked butt. Some of the horny bastards, while they were waiting their turn to screw him, would rim him, sucking another guy’s fresh cum out of the stud’s just-fucked hole. Talk about hot!
Lajos and I started playing with each other’s pricks while we watched the smut. Soon, though, we got more interested in each other than in the video. I showered the filthy sex pig with verbal abuse while I commanded him to worship my goddamn body, kissing and licking and sucking me everywhere. I got angry with him, slapping his face with my cock, letting him suck on it every now and then, only to take it away from him again, and telling him he’d have to earn the privilege of blowing me. I worked him into a real frenzy of frustration.
Konrad, you should have been there, you should have seen the huge load he shot off when I finally deigned to come on his face and slather his ugly mug with my sperm. Of course, Lajos isn’t really ugly. In fact, he’s a good-looking guy, for a stuck-up yuppie. But I kept insulting him, the whole time I was giving him the facial, telling him what a worthless piece of muscle-worshipping shit he was, and how I was doing him a big favor by giving him my jizz.
He’s asked me to come back a few times since then, but I’m playing it cool. I’m stalling him, getting him good and frustrated and desperate, all edged up, before I meet up with him again and I let him worship my physique and jerk me off, and suck my dick and my ass.
I’ll let you know when I do give the dirty little muscle freak what he wants.
Meanwhile, I’d like to get together with you, big guy. I’d like us to get naked and enjoy a mutual muscle admiration and masturbation session.
I’ll stay in touch. Keep working that body of yours, getting those big muscles of yours all pumped up and ready for me. I want to run my hands all over them, and lick them, and smell and taste your sweat.
Your cum, too. I can’t wait to lick it up and smell it and taste it.
Signed—Your Secret Admirer, lol!
“Lol, my ass!” Konrad exclaimed, under his breath. “Jesus fucking Christ! What a freak!”
He was being stalked. He couldn’t believe it!
Refolding the paper, he put it back in the envelope, which he shoved into his gym bag.
During the days which followed, Konrad tried to guess the identity of his anonymous correspondent. Unless the guy was delusional, he was a serious weight trainer, and well built. Obviously, he was oversexed. That didn’t exactly narrow down the field of potential perverts! He could be any one of a couple of dozen members of the gym.
And then, late one afternoon, the same thing happened. Konrad came back to his locker after showering, to find a second envelope inserted in his locker’s door.
It was another lewd epistle, written with an unblushing candor.
Hello again, Konrad—
You’re looking good. So pumped up. So big and hard. So sexy.
But I haven’t been idle, either. Not here in the gym—nor outside of it!
You know how it is. A lot of the time, the guys who want to worship me really get into exploring my body and my cock, obeying my orders and, no
matter how manly they are, behaving like meek little muscle bitches, giving me a tongue bath and working my meaty hard-on for me while they admire my physical development, my power, and my strength. It’s all about the cock jacking and the cocksucking for most of these physique enthusiasts, but I bet you, Konrad, wouldn’t be surprised by how many of these curious, submissive studs are willing to go all the way to please a man like me.
Even men who look and act straight, who think of themselves as straight, have been known to allow themselves to be caught up in muscle lust and turn gay.
Patrik is one of those guys. Know him? He’s a young muscle pup, just turned twenty-one, who works out at The Body Shop. The horny little jock dude started out in the usual way, by admiring me from a distance, lusting after me on the weight floor, checking me out in the showers, jerking off while watching me shower and then finally working up the nerve to get closer to me and ask my permission for him to feel my body. He’d never done anything with another man before, but one touch of his hands on my hard, bulging muscles changed all that. Konrad, you know what it’s like when these young guys see an incredible physique. It’s almost too damn easy to seduce them, because they’re so hot and bothered by the sight and the feel of some real muscle!
Konrad freaked out a bit when he read that. He knew a guy named Patrik, who worked out at The Body Shop. Patrik was a young muscle pup, like Sandor—less handsome and less well-built, perhaps, but still an attractive boy. Konrad had no more than a nodding acquaintance with him.
The letter writer had slipped up by mentioning Patrik by name, inadvertently giving Konrad a clue, providing him with a way for Konrad to learn his identity. All Konrad would have to do—assuming that the letter was factually accurate, and not just a description of masturbation fantasies—was interrogate Patrik about whom he’d had sex with recently.
Feverishly, Konrad read on.
Konrad, you know a dude like me needs to fuck some butch ass now and then, so when Patrik begged me to fuck his virgin male hole, I didn’t refuse the boy, and I didn’t hold back. He wanted to start out our sex session with some nude wrestling, so I unrolled the mat which I keep for just such occasions. We oiled up and grappled. Even though Patrik is a tight-bodied little muscle pup, what I call a pocket fuck, lol, he couldn’t defend himself against a big man like me. I was in full control. I got his ass pinned down on the mat and I told him that his ass now belonged to me, that his hole was my property by right of conquest, and I wasn’t going to spare him.
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