“Oh, buddy,” he heard Adolar exclaim, under his breath. “You’ve got such a hot mouth! All the way, please. Take me all the way down! I know you can do it. Suck me, Bob. Suck all of me! Please!”
Bob wanted to do exactly that.
Gingerly, he opened his hand and took it away. He closed his eyes, struggled to suppress his gag reflex—and, whimpering, he forced his mouth down another inch or two, shoving the rest of the other bodybuilder’s hotly pulsating cock inside his mouth. He choked, once; but he held on. He forced himself to go all the way down on that cock!
At last Bob had it all inside his mouth. His lips closed possessively around the very root of Adolar’s massive shaft, gradually growing accustomed to the unfamiliar feeling of distension.
Fuck! the boy thought, dazedly. What a big fucking penis. It’s like something out of a freak show. This guy is hung like a horse! Like a goddamn porn star! But that’s right. He is a porn star! I’d forgotten all about that. I’m sucking Adolar Mezey’s dick. Adolar Mezey, Mr. Hungary … and a real porn star!
He knew that simply holding the cock inside his mouth wasn’t enough. He had to suck it, too.
Bob’s head began to climb back up the throbbing tool, his firmly compressed lips pulling their way reluctantly up along the saliva-lubricated cockshaft, retracing the path they’d just taken. Eventually, the cockhead threatened to pop free of his mouth. Snatching a quick breath around the glans, Bob paused. He licked the cockhead with a few rapid swipes, marveling at the salty taste of the pre-cum which he could feel welling up out of Adolar’s pouting piss slit. He was tasting semen, tart and salty, for the first time in his life—and it intoxicated him!
He swabbed the head of the penis with his tongue, lapping up all the pre-cum. Only then did he push his mouth back down on the tumescent prick.
Am I doing it right? he asked himself. Am I sucking his cock, the way a gay guy would suck it? Or does he think I’m doing a lousy job?
But it was though the other man could read his mind. “That’s right, Bob,” Adolar whispered, running his fingers through Bob’s hair, and maintaining a gentle pressure on the back of his head. “That’s the way. You’re doing just fine. Yeah, that’s my boy … that’s a good boy. Oh, your mouth feels so good on my cock!”
As always, another man’s praise inspired Bob to greater efforts. It was though the soccer team was out on the field during a practice scrimmage, and Coach Kozma was evaluating his performance, telling him what he was doing right and wrong, and how he could do better. Now, Bob was equally eager to win Adolar’s approval.
Bob’s mouth began its slow, exploratory re-ascent, as he familiarized himself orally with the feel of the cock. Once again, the rounded, bloated cockhead, slippery wet with saliva, tried to escape from his mouth. But this time, Bob was determined to retain his oral grip on it. Recklessly, he pushed his mouth back down on the tumescent prick.
Adolar was thoroughly enjoying the pleasure being given to him by the sensuous touch of that mouth and tongue on his cock. He would have quite content to lie there and let the young stud service him, and eventually bring him to the delirious verge of orgasm. Adolar had no doubt that Bob would gladly do just that. But he decided that their first sex session was really too one-sided, so far.
“Here, buddy. Let me join in the fun,” Adolar said, shifting his body on the quilt to get himself into position with Bob’s cock near his own mouth, without pulling his own prick away from the boy’s passionately nursing lips. “We can suck each other at the same time, you know.”
Adolar could feel his cock driving itself into Bob’s throat as he turned his body and pushed his hips toward Bob’s face. It was obvious by the ease with which the older man moved into the sixty-nine position that he had done it often before, with other partners.
But Bob, given his inexperience, was a fast learner. Despite Bob’s boy-next-door look of innocence, he had deftly lifted his leg to let Adolar’s head slip under it, without interrupting his mouth’s playful manipulations up and down on the other man’s cock. No professional male prostitute—such as Adolar himself!—could have executed the maneuver with greater skill. The result was that the two men’s naked bodies were now locked in a tight sixty-nine.
Adolar continued to enjoy the sensations created by Bob’s cocksucking, as he found himself looking upward into the young man’s crotch, which was now hovering directly above his face. It was an exciting view to look at. Bob’s belly was too well muscled to sag; his thighs were two chiseled columns supporting his torso above Adolar’s head. His cock jutted out horizontally, the enormous balls swaying like two eggs caught inside a velvety bag coated with soft hairs.
Adolar wasted no time. He couldn’t afford to. Bob’s expert oral caresses on his swollen prick had increased in intensity, as a result of Bob’s anticipation of having his own cock soon sucked inside Adolar’s mouth. If Adolar didn’t start sucking soon, even his skill at fellatio wouldn’t guarantee that he’d be able to coax an ejaculation out of Bob before Adolar’s already overstimulated male organ exploded first.
Adolar wanted to suck Bob to a more or less simultaneous climax, if possible, because he knew from past experience that erupting at the very moment of taking another man’s hot, blasted semen down his throat was even more satisfying than if the two of them had separate orgasms. Sucking each other in tandem, coming at the same time, feeding each other their cum—that was what sixty-nining was all about.
Adolar flung his arms up around his new sex partner’s hips, clamping his fingertips into the muscular ass cheeks, which didn’t give way at all in response to his squeezing of them. Using his hold on the buttocks for support, he raised his head from the quilt. His mouth opened wide. But, instead of capturing Bob’s cock, which was no doubt what the hot young college jock had anticipated, instead it gulped up both of Bob’s balls.
The testicles, as well as their thick, furry surrounding flesh, almost overflowed Adolar’s mouth. But he held them inside his lips, with his nose pressed into the cord which connected the scrotum to the perineum muscle. In this position, his chin was jammed tightly against the root of the enormous dick protruding from Bob’s sweaty groin.
He sucked on the balls, rolling them from one cheek to the other, rinsing them in his spit, almost trying to swallow them. He knew that any discomfort he might be causing Bob would add to, rather than detract from, the boy’s steadily mounting pleasure and lust.
When Adolar finally surrendered Bob’s balls, he didn’t immediately claim the nearby penis instead, as Bob might have expected. No, in order to tease Bob some more, Adolar went after another target.
His fingers dug deeper into the two mounds of butt cheek muscle, the pressure his hands exerted prying the glutes as far open as possible. Adolar lifted his head higher, pushing it between Bob’s opened thighs. The boy’s testicles dragged lewdly across his chin and fell upon his throat as Adolar’s tongue wantonly licked its way upward inside the cleft between the buttocks, toward the asshole itself.
Now Adolar could see his target. The gaping buttocks—held open by the continued pressure applied to them by Adolar’s strong hands and arms—were parted obscenely wide, to expose the pucker of Bob’s asshole. His sphincter was encircled by a fine down of the same light chestnut hairs that grew along the cleft between his buttocks.
Adolar’s hunger mounted, spurring him on. His flattened tongue poked out from between his lips and he used it to lap wetly at the anal opening, drenching it with his saliva and plastering the hairs against the wetted butt flesh. Quickly, his tongue rolled and stiffened, and he pressed its pointed tip against the pucker.
Bob moaned loudly around his mouthful of cock. He shook his head from side to side around Adolar meat’s when he felt the unexpected, thrilling penetration of his asshole by the other man’s tongue. His whole body shivered as Adolar’s lips kissed his anal opening, hard, the darting tongue probing as far as possible into the hole. Adolar possessed an unusually long, agile, and powerful tongue, wh
ich went so deeply up Bob’s ass that the younger guy could almost imagine that it wasn’t a tongue at all, but rather a small, stiff prick, which was pushing its way inside him. Damn! The man seemed to be fucking him with his tongue!
Bob retaliated by searching for Adolar’s bunghole with one hand. His palm rubbed restlessly up and down within the cleft of the older man’s ass—and then the tip of his middle finger found the anal pucker, rubbed it, and penetrated it. Soon, Bob’s finger was inserted into Adolar’s ass up to its third knuckle. Aggressively, he diddled that stud ass.
Adolar’s hips rose and fell on the quilt. Each upward thrust fed the entire length of his prick into Bob’s sucking mouth; each return to floor level impaled his asshole even deeper on the finger which had penetrated far inside his bunghole and was chafing his anal lining. And then, without warning, orgasm gripped both men simultaneously. Both men heaved and trembled—giving themselves up to the deluge of passion that spurted out of their bodies and engulfed them. They basked in the heat from the nearby fire, savoring the pleasure of filling and being filled orally with fresh hot semen, their hungry mouths swallowing up the blasted cum, sucking in search of more of the fluid even after the last of the potent flow had ceased—and had been quickly claimed as a prize.
When it was over, Bob rolled onto his side. He shuddered uncontrollably. The highly sensitive head of his cock slipped free of the vise of Adolar’s lips. His own mouth reluctantly released Adolar’s dick, the bulk of which he eyed once more—with intense pleasure, heightened by a thrill of satisfaction at the thought of having sucked that huge male member off. Then he twisted his body away from Adolar’s and he fell onto the quilt and the piled-up pillows beside the other man, no longer in a crotch-to-head position, but face to face.
“Fuck, but that felt good!” Bob exclaimed. Despite the fact that he felt temporarily drained of all of his bodily strength, as well as his semen, he was exuberant.
“Did you really like it?” Adolar asked.
“You bet I did. Why’d you ask? What made you think I wouldn’t?”
“Oh,” Adolar said, casually. “Past experience, that’s all. Sometimes guys your age tend to come and run. They get all worked up during the actual sex; but afterward, they can cool off awfully fast. Then they start to have second thoughts—misgivings—and they decide they want nothing more to do with me.”
“You sound kind of cynical.”
“Just realistic, that’s all. So many guys your age tend to take sex quite casually. Not that I can blame them.”
“And,” Bob couldn’t help adding, “you talk as though you’ve had sex with lots of guys my age.”
“I have.” Adolar spoke with a nonchalance which Bob found rather disconcerting.
“Other bodybuilders? Guys who work out at your gym?”
“Must we go into the sordid details, Bob?”
“We don’t have to. I guess I’m a little jealous. I’d like to think I was … well, not just another hookup, but maybe somebody a little more special to you, Adolar. That’s all.”
“You are special, Bob. Now, let’s get some sleep. We can go into the bedroom … or we can stay right here, and bed down in front of the fire. I sometimes do that, on a cold night.”
“Let’s stay here, please.”
“Sure. Just let me check on the fire. It’s starting to burn down. And the fire screen’s in place. We’ll be safe.”
“I feel safe when I’m with you, big man.”
“Good boy. Lie down. Relax. Go to sleep.”
Lost in his own contentment, for the moment, Bob allowed his post-orgasmic physical lassitude to get the better of him. His sweaty limbs felt warmed by exposure to the fire’s heat, heavy, weighed down and reluctant to move.
Bob made one last effort and he sat up, reaching for the down-filled comforter thrown over the sofa nearby and pulling it over both their bodies. Then he once again slipped down next to Adolar. Once they were covered by the comforter from their waists down, Bob rolled closer to Adolar’s warm, naked body. Sensing his partner’s movements, Adolar turned toward him and put his arm around the sex-warmed flesh nestling in beside him. The two men lay quietly, their muscular limbs loosely entwined and their cocks growing soft in the space between their bodies.
Bob could tell that Adolar was already more asleep than awake. He took advantage of the fact by running his fingers lightly over parts of the man’s magnificently well-developed body, and he let out a soft sigh of contentment. It had been good sex. In fact, it had been much more than just good sex. Bob knew that he was dangerously close to falling in love with his very first male sex partner. All this, after only one, admittedly impassioned, sixty-nine! What would Bob feel for Adolar after they made love again—after Adolar taught him more about same-sex lovemaking—after they did even more exciting things together?
Married … Adolar was married, of course. He had a wife. In the heat of passion, Bob had temporarily forgotten that fact.
He felt a fierce, stabbing pang of jealousy.
It was obvious to him that Mrs. Mezey, whom he’d never met, didn’t understand her husband, or his true sexual needs. She couldn’t satisfy him, and she didn’t deserve him.
He’s mine, Bob told himself, as he drifted off to sleep in Adolar’s embrace. She can’t have him. Adolar Mezey is going to be mine from now on. All mine!
Chapter Six: Who’s That Knocking on My Back Door?
So far as Bob was concerned, Dorottya was now out of luck. She could find herself another young stud!
Bob was infatuated with Adolar Mezey. They’d spent the entire weekend together, much of it in bed. The pro bodybuilder, Bob had discovered, had remarkable stamina. The man was a virtual sex machine! His lust matched Bob’s own. Every time Bob thought the two of them had surely worn each other out, he was proved wrong. A brief rest was all it took for their libidos to be up and running again.
Bob had practiced his cocksucking skills on Adolar all weekend long, honing them. But Adolar had repaid him in kind, setting an excellent example. He sucked Bob’s cock with such easy expertise, and such enthusiasm, that the boy often thought he would die, so intense was the pleasure the older guy gave him.
But when it came to anal intercourse, Adolar was an equally good teacher. He liked it both ways, and he quickly showed Bob that getting fucked could be every bit as exciting as doing the fucking, himself. Active or passive … Bob couldn’t choose between them. Adolar had taught him to enjoy them both!
It wasn’t all sex, of course. Even their intense erotic energy had its limits. They occasionally dragged themselves out of bed, showered, and got dressed. They sat and talked. On Saturday evening, Adolar took Bob out to a restaurant, for dinner.
Then they went back to the Mezeys’ house and made love again.
“My wife’s coming home tonight,” Adolar told Bob, over Sunday brunch.
Crestfallen though he was at this unwelcome reminder, Bob tried to put a good face on things. “I understand,” he said. “That means I’m going to have to go back to my dorm.”
“For now. We’ll see each other again, soon. I promise.”
“You’re not going to tell Mrs. Mezey about me, are you?”
“Of course I am. Vanessza and I don’t keep any secrets from each other.”
“What’s she going to think?”
“Knowing her as I do, she’s going to think it’s delightful that I’ve a developed a special friendship with a young man who has such class. You see, Bob, you’re not a kid anymore. You’re a young man. You’re old enough to start realizing that adult life isn’t always black and white. There’re always going to be people you love—but there are also other people you care about, and who you want to be a part of your life. The one thing doesn’t necessarily take anything away from the other. In fact, it can enhance it. The trick is for all the parties involved to be upfront and mature about it.”
Bob shook his head. “I guess I still don’t understand this whole bisexual thing.”
; “It’ll become clearer to you, eventually,” Adolar predicted. “In the meanwhile—there’s no reason why we can’t just enjoy ourselves, is there?”
“No. There sure isn’t! Can we go back to bed?”
Adolar groaned in mock despair. “It’s the middle of Sunday afternoon,” he complained. “We made love all last night—and again first thing this morning, when we woke up. What are you trying to do—sex me to death?”
“Yeah,” Bob threatened, playfully. “But what a way to go!”
During the next few hours, Bob did his best to carry out his threat.
On Sunday evening, Adolar picked up Vanessza at the train station.
“How was your visit?” he asked her, as they got into the car.
“It was tolerable,” she said. “I’ll spare you the details. Oh, except for the fact that you have a new title. You’re now ‘that awful man Vanessza married, the one who does porn.’ Unfortunately, there’s no trophy to go along with it.”
He laughed. “I guess that tells me all I need—or want—to know. Are you glad to be home?”
“I’m ecstatic. Did you miss me?”
“Not much,” Adolar claimed, flippantly. “I didn’t have time to think about it.”
“Oh, you bastard! I can just imagine how you amused yourself, without me.”
“I managed to keep myself occupied.”
“I’m sure you did. How’d your evening with Bob go, for example?”
“We had a good time.”
“You fucked him, didn’t you?”
“All weekend long,” Adolar boasted. “And the kid loved it. He couldn’t get enough. Once he got a taste of it, he was either on his hands and knees, taking my cock from behind, or on his back with his legs in the air, getting fucked face to face—and begging for more. His ass is mine! Of course, every now and then, I had to let him screw me, just to give my poor, overworked dick a break. He learned fast. It didn’t take him long to find out how to satisfy my hole.”
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