“Actually, compared to some, you’re pretty damn subtle.”
“Do you mind being hit on?”
“Depends on who’s doing the hitting. You’re doing all right, so far.”
“If I thought I had any chance at all, I’d, ah—?”
“Make a move on me?” Konrad suggested.
“Something like that.”
“You know what they say. No pain, no gain. No, wait—I meant to say, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”
“Tell me something. Do you hustle?”
“Ah—that’s kind of a leading question, isn’t it? The kind of thing an undercover cop might ask, when he’s trying to entrap a guy,” Konrad suggested, warily.
“What would a cop be doing in here, worrying about men hooking up in a gym, when there are street hustlers working the streets and sometimes ripping off tourists? That doesn’t make the city look good, so that’s what the police concentrate on.”
“You seem to know whereof you speak.”
“Well, I do like male prostitutes,” the older man admitted. “I’ve got nothing against them, if they’re honest and discreet. It’s the drug addicts who ruin it for the others, and who can make the customers feel unsafe. I usually deal with an escort agency.”
“Oh, how interesting.”
“You should be working for one of them. They collect the money up front, you know, from the john’s credit card. So the whore—sorry, I mean, the escort—doesn’t have to worry about that. The agency gets its cut, of course. But anything in the way of a tip that the escort receives in cash is his to keep.”
“This is all quite fascinating. I’d like to hear some more about your experiences, making such arrangements,” Konrad said. He remembered Jakob remarking to him about his reluctance to work for an escort agency. But maybe it was an avenue which Konrad ought to explore.
“I’d love to sit down with you and talk. But you haven’t answered my question. Do you hustle, or not? Are you available, are you gay for pay, for the right price?”
Another guy who thinks I’m straight, Konrad realized, rather smugly. I must be doing a damn good job of butching it up! Well, what this dude doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Let him play out his fantasy of hiring a straight stud for sex. And why should an agency get a cut? He can pay me the full amount! No intermediaries, no middle men. Just a wad of cold, hard cash, from his wallet directly into my hand.
“I go on dates sometimes, with gentlemen who are generous,” Konrad said. Even as he said that, it occurred to him that he probably sounded like some rustic (female) virgin who’d never been kissed. Well, he might as well pile one fantasy upon another, for his admirer’s benefit!
“How much do you charge?”
“Make me an offer. What’s it worth to you?”
“Fifty thousand? Is that enough?” [Translator’s note: fifty thousand forints is approximately one hundred and seventy-six US dollars.]
A hustler couldn’t score as big as Konrad had done with Moric very often. Konrad would’ve been willing to accommodate this new guy for much less, indeed for maybe a third of that sum, but he wasn’t about to tell him that. He wasn’t above taking advantage of a sucker. “Okay,” he agreed.
“I’m married. Do you have a place we can go to?”
“Sure. My place.”
“Is it a safe neighborhood?”
“Jesus, man!” Konrad exclaimed, with a hint of exasperation. “I live there! And it’s not a slum.”
“Sorry,” his john mumbled. “I have to be careful, you know. I don’t want to be ripped off, that’s all.”
“I understand.” Konrad didn’t want to antagonize the guy, and possibly jeopardize the deal, now. “Say, my friend, what’s your name? I don’t like anonymous sex. Calling the other guy ‘hey, you’ can be kind of awkward.”
“I’m Gregor.”
That was among the most common of Hungarian men’s given names, and maybe it wasn’t his real name, but Konrad didn’t care. He could always ask one of the gym’s employees about the guy, in the unlikely event that he wanted to confirm his true identity.
“I’m Konrad.”
“I know. Everybody here at The Body Shop knows you. You’re the star here, the alpha male. Large and in charge. The one the rest all look up to, and want to emulate.”
Hearing that, Konrad couldn’t help preening a little. “Do they? It’s nice of you to say so. Come on, let’s go.”
Gregor followed Konrad in his car, to Konrad’s apartment building. Once they were inside Konrad’s place, his new acquaintance didn’t want a drink. He didn’t want to sit down and talk. No, he wanted the two of them to get right down to business. He wanted them both to strip down naked and have sex!
This was fine with Konrad, who suddenly found himself feeling quite aroused, eager to interact erotically with another naked man and get off. Gregor wasn’t exactly young, nor was he exactly an Adonis. But he was fit for his age, far from repulsive, and at the moment he was sporting inside his trousers a most impressive erect cock, good-sized, potent, ready for action. Konrad had agreed to fuck around with the man for the money. Now, though, he realized that he might be able to enjoy himself, quite aside from the mercenary consideration.
Still, he hadn’t forgotten that this was, first and foremost, a commercial transaction.
“Let’s see the color of your money,” he suggested.
“Oh. Yes. We may as well get that out of the way.” Gregor took out his wallet and handed Konrad six ten-thousand banknotes.
“Thanks.” Konrad pocketed the King Stephens. [Translator’s note: a reference to the fact that King Stephen’s image is printed on the front of ten-thousand forint banknotes.] Now he was definitely in the mood for sex!
Soon afterward, Konrad and Gregor were in his bedroom, on his bed, which Konrad, as usual, hadn’t bothered to make after he’d gotten up that morning. His john didn’t seem to mind the flung-back covers and rumpled sheets. He was too preoccupied with using his hands, his lips, and his tongue, on every part of Konrad’s naked body.
“Oh, what a hot fucking body you’ve got,” Gregor raved, between his frantic, indiscriminate licks and sucks at Konrad’s flesh. “I can’t believe I’m really here with you, doing this. This is like a dream come true for me. When I see you big, hard young muscle studs at the gym, I get so turned on, all I want to do is go home and jerk off. I have to do it in the bathroom, goddamn it, so my wife won’t know. Sometimes, when I screw her, I pretend I’m really in bed with one of you guys.”
“Well, there’s no need for you to do any pretending, now. Go for it. Do whatever the hell you want to, whatever you’ve been fantasizing about,” Konrad invited the closeted married man, generously.
“Cock,” Gregor gasped. “I want cock! I want to touch a man’s cock—rub it—feel its hardness—shove it my mouth, and suck on it—!”
“Well, mister, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got a nice big, hard cock all ready and waiting for you, right here. Don’t be shy. Make good use of it. You’re paying for it,” Konrad reminded Gregor. “You may as well suck it. Go on, be my guest. Get your mouth down on my meat and give it a good suck.”
Gregor nodded, raising himself upward until his mouth was positioned at the right angle to take Konrad’s ramrod. His tongue licked at the half-exposed glans. Konrad relaxed, enjoying the light, wet, tantalizing pressure of the other man’s tongue on his cockhead. Gregor inserted his tongue-tip under Konrad’s partially retracted foreskin, swabbing it out, which made Konrad writhe and moan in response to the assault on that most sensitive part of his penis. His dick was quickly expanding to its full rigidity, the foreskin now retracted, the prick knob completely bared.
“Uh, I love it, I love the taste of a young man’s smegma, trapped in there under his foreskin,” Gregor mumbled, in between his rapid, agile licks. “Uh, shit, you scrubbed your dick, in the showers, at the gym, didn’t you? Damn, I wish you’d let it stay dirty for me, with a nice cheesy buildup! Yeah, that cock sm
ell and that cock taste. I love it. It drives me wild!”
It certainly seemed to be doing so, on this occasion!
While he licked Konrad’s cock, Gregor also ran his hands over the bodybuilder’s hard torso, fondling his pecs, pinching his nipples, and then sliding his palms farther down, over Konrad’s tensed abs, to his groin. He massaged the muscle man’s thick thighs, and then he moved his hands upward again, to Konrad’s ball sac. Gregor toyed with the big testicles, rolling them about within their crinkly-skinned, hairy bag.
Finally, his mouth opened wide and it descended upon the swollen head of Konrad’s cock. Closing his lips firmly around the shaft, Gregor began to stroke it with his tongue, while he applied a strong, steady, highly stimulating suction.
“Uh! Fuck! You goddamn hot-mouthed cocksucker,” Konrad moaned. “Don’t just keep it your mouth and play with it. Go down all the way on the fucking thing. Take it all. Suck it for real. Suck it good!”
Obediently, Gregor’s mouth slid lower around the circumference of Konrad’s veiny, bloated, inflexible shaft, inching its way down toward his balls. Konrad’s foreskin was now pulled back completely, exposing the entirety of his vulnerable, lemon-sized glans to the warm, wet mercy of Gregor’s clasping mouth.
“Yeah, that’s right. That’s the way to do it, that’s how to suck cock. Oh, that’s just what I need.” Konrad ran his fingers through the other man’s disheveled gray hair. Gregor shivered with lust, and he bobbed his head slowly up and down in the muscle man’s lap, sucking him more energetically, now.
The older man was an experienced cocksucker, who knew just how to take care of a potent young prick. He teased the erection, varying the pressure which his lips exerted upon it, keeping the recipient of then blow job guessing, never allowing him to become complacent and take the oral stimulation for granted. Playing with the penis with his mouth, he prolonged Konrad’s pleasure, not allowing him to get anywhere near ejaculation.
Konrad groaned with mingled delight and frustration. He knew what Gregor was doing to him, how the guy was edging him, stringing him along—keeping him hotly aroused, making him want more. He didn’t complain. He’d rarely been blown so provocatively, to such excruciatingly pleasurable effect. His orgasm, when it did come, would be well worth waiting for. At this rate, getting there was more than half the fun!
“You’re incredible,” he praised Gregor, hoarsely. “You’re doing just fine, dude. Oh, you’re doing such a number on my dick! You’re going to drive me crazy, if you keep this up. But don’t stop. Please, don’t stop! I can’t remember the last time I’ve had it so good—when I’ve had such a hot mouth working on me.”
Gregor interrupted his cocksucking, letting Konrad’s dick slip free from between his lips. He gazed up, ecstatically, at the bodybuilder.
“Stud, I want you to come harder than you ever have in your life, and give me a huge load of cum,” Gregor panted.
“I will,” Konrad vowed. “Just keep sucking me!”
Letting out a whimper of pure lust, Gregor opened his mouth again. He resumed his cocksucking, once more accompanying it with a lively up-and-down tongue action on the throbbing shaft inside his mouth. Konrad couldn’t believe what he was experiencing. This hot-mouthed bastard was really good at giving head. He was one of the best!
“There you go, you cock whore,” Konrad encouraged his john. “Go ahead and treat yourself to a nice good fix of stiff dick, enough to hold you for a while when you go home to your wife. When you’re in bed with her, think about my cock, about how good it feels in your mouth right now. The whole time you’re screwing her, I want you to look forward to the next time you’re here with me, working on my prick with your mouth, guiding it down into your throat, choking on it—and loving it! Yeah, man—when you shoot your cum inside your wife’s pussy, I want you to pretend you’re getting my cum in your mouth, instead. Tasting it—swallowing it—eating that muscle cock cum!”
Recklessly, indifferent to any discomfort it cost him, Gregor was indeed now taking Konrad’s cock all the way inside his mouth and down into his throat. He was in the grip of an oral madness, a frenzied need to suck and suck, heedless of the consequences. Scarcely able to breathe, he pumped his head violently up and down in Konrad’s crotch, force-feeding himself every inch of the hot young bodybuilder’s steely cock, grunting and gurgling around its throat-raping bulk, while he masturbated himself, his fist moving on his own dick more rapidly, wrenching away painfully at his tortured erection, trying desperately to squeeze the cum out of it.
“Mother of God!” Konrad blasphemed. “I swear by all the cocksucking saints, you’re going to get a really big mouthful of cum! You’re going to get too much for you to swallow. You’re going to choke on it!”
With his mouth and throat stuffed with potent young cock meat, Gregor couldn’t reply in words. All he could do was suck on the bodybuilder’s solid, swollen male member more forcefully, to let Konrad know that he wanted nothing so much as to receive “a really big mouthful of cum,” too much semen for him to be able to swallow comfortably all at once, enough thick sperm to make him choke on the torrential flow!
“Fucking hell!” Konrad raged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, dude! Here it comes! You’d better be ready! You’re going to get it all, man, all the cum I’ve got to give you—aw, fuck! Oh, shit! Damn, I’m coming! So hard! I’m coming so hard it hurts, you cocksucker! Uh, I can’t stand it, I have to unload, you’re going to have to take it. Take it all—!”
Konrad ejaculated so violently that he almost expected to kill his cocksucker with his cum! Surely, his eruption of high-pressure sperm would snap Gregor’s head back and cause him to suffer whiplash? Or the thick outpouring of jism would clog his windpipe and suffocate him? Konrad could see the newspaper headlines now. Hustler arrested, charged with death of married man in sex encounter gone wrong.
But, instead, stoically, Gregor took it all—swallowed it all. Konrad filled the married man’s mouth and throat, to say nothing of his stomach, with his frothy discharge of potent male seed! And it seemed as though Gregor was going to live to tell the tale—or, rather, to keep it to himself, as his own cherished, dirty secret.
“Christ, what a stud you are—what a muscle stud!” Gregor babbled, after he’d finally eased his semen-saturated mouth off Konrad’s emptied but still stiff prick. “What a load you gave me! God! That was worth every forint. I’d pay twice as much for that.”
“Feel free to do so, next time,” Konrad invited the man, cynically “Have you come, yet?” he asked.
“No,” Gregor whimpered. “I’m so close, though. I’m so hard, it aches—it hurts.”
“Good! Don’t blow your wad yet. Save it for a little while. Shove it up my ass and fuck the hell out of me.”
Gregor was stunned. “You get fucked?” he exclaimed, in disbelief. “A masculine man like you?”
“Let’s not get hung up on stereotypes,” Konrad insisted, caught up as he was in a fever of irresistible erotic need. Ejaculating, as satisfying though it had been, had made his ass begin to twitch in a way which was all too familiar to him. He had an unscratchable itch smoldering away, deep in there, which could only be soothed by the direct stimulation of a cock. “Just stick it up my ass, man. This is your lucky night. You get to fuck a guy with a body like mine. No extra charge, all part of the service. Don’t ask questions. Just fuck!”
Konrad found the lube which he kept in the nightstand drawer beside his bed.
“Lie back,” he told Gregor, while he quickly and efficiently smeared the lube over the man’s stiff dick. “I’ll sit on it,” he said, lewdly. “Yeah—I want to sit on your cock and ride it.”
After applying more of the lube to his anal opening, using his fingers to work it inside, Konrad carried out his plan. He squatted over Gregor and he impaled himself on the married man’s prick. Gregor wasn’t hung as big as some of the guys whom Konrad had let fuck him recently, but his more modestly dimensioned tool still did the job. The cock jabbed a
round inside Konrad’s anus, not stretching him out too much, moving about freely within his hole. But the usual burning sensation, where Konrad’s sphincter was closed around the shaft, was there, and it was highly erotic. Konrad tightened his anal muscles, bearing down on the dick which was screwing him. Bouncing up and down above the supine, gasping Gregor, the bodybuilder did most of the work, forcing the cock to slide rapidly up and down inside him.
“Fuck me raw, dude, and when you come, come in my ass and breed and seed my hole,” Konrad demanded. “In case you haven’t noticed, sir—you’re being used as a sex object. I’m raping you. I’m using your big hard dick to make my ass feel good, and you’ve got nothing to say about it. Fuck me, goddamn you, fuck me hard! Uh, that prick of yours feels good, there in my muscle ass. But it can feel even better. Get that motherfucker in there deep and screw the holy hell out of me with it, dude! Cock! I want your cock! In me, fucking me! Fucking me hard!”
“Oh, you’re incredible,” Gregor gasped. “I’ve never been with a guy as wild as you!”
“I’m an animal,” Konrad bragged. “A dirty, filthy animal. A sex pig. I want you to do anything you want to me. I want you to live out all of your fantasies, right here with me in this bed. And the best part of it is, your wife doesn’t ever have to know a damn thing about it!”
Gregor groaned. “Don’t mention my wife. Leave her out of it. Okay?”
“Okay. So much the better. It’s just us guys. Us guys, fucking! Your cock in my ass! Now, get busy, dude. That hole of mine isn’t going to fuck itself!”
Chapter Ten: Compensatory Sex at its Best
It was a case of being careful what you wished for.
Now that he’d finally fulfilled his cherished fantasy of having sex with Jakob, Konrad was a bit disillusioned. The blond stud was hot, all right, and the sex had been good. But his personality was lacking. He could be a bit of an arrogant, selfish prick.
Konrad had every intention of hooking up with the guy again, just because the sex was pretty damn good. Fucking around with Jakob some more might help Konrad to get the man out of his system, eventually. He was almost looking forward to being able to say he was “over.” Jakob. Konrad’s dream of him and the other big bodybuilder becoming lovers had evaporated. Fuck buddies was about all he could hope for.
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