Adolar broke the popper, which made a distinct snap, and loaded it into the inhaler. He treated himself to an experimental hit in each nostril. The results were so dramatic that he repeated the process.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed, as Laszlo joined him on the bed, took the inhaler from his hand, and used it himself.
“It really does enhance sex,” Laszlo said. “When used in moderation.”
“I’m all for enhancement, of any kind,” Adolar retorted. “Moderation, though, I’ve never had much use for.”
They passed the inhaler back and forth. After several hits of the unusually strong poppers, both men were experiencing a fierce, hot, irresistible rush. What few inhibitions either of them may have had immediately evaporated. They rolled heavily over the bed in each other arms, kissing, caressing, and writhing against each other. It was an erotic wrestling match with no holds barred. Their lust steadily mounted and peaked.
Adolar suspected that Laszlo was so aroused by him and by the poppers that he’d do just about anything Adolar asked him to. He decided to put the question to the test.
“What you want to do?” he asked. “I mean—what do you really want to do? Don’t be embarrassed to tell me.”
“I want to worship that body of yours,” Laszlo blurted out.
“I like the sound of that.”
“I want to be your sex slave.”
“I could use a good sex slave.”
“I want to be your bitch.”
“You’re going to be my bitch,” Adolar responded, allowing a hint of menace to creep into his voice and manner this time. “You’re going to do everything I tell you do, aren’t you, no matter how nasty? And you’re going to like it.”
“Yes,” Laszlo gasped.
“Then you might as well get started. Suck my tits,” Adolar grunted.
The words were barely out of his mouth before Laszlo was attacking his chest, nuzzling Adolar’s firm pecs and mouthing his big brown nipples, wetting them with his saliva and teasing them into erection with his tongue. Laszlo moaned and panted with excitement as he sucked each of the nipples in turn. Adolar had extremely sensitive and responsive nipples, and having an eager guy work on them always got him hot, more quickly than any other form of foreplay.
His hard-on was soon positively painful as it pulsated and jerked about freely in the air, rubbing against Laszlo’s belly and thighs and the doctor’s own thick cock. The two naked men pressed their bodies together at full length, groping each other, eagerly exploring each other’s physiques.
“Now my balls,” Adolar gasped, when he felt that he could withstand the wet, swabbing pressure of Laszlo’s hungry lips and tongue on his tits no longer without firing his load prematurely. “Get down there and lick my balls! They’re good and sweaty for you. Suck them right inside your mouth and use your hot tongue all over them. Do it!”
But Laszlo was already scrambling down between the bodybuilder’s huge, parted thighs to do his bidding.
“Don’t suck my cock until I give you permission to,” Adolar warned him.
A second later, Adolar tensed, but then he relaxed and groaned softly in selfish, sensual pleasure, as he felt Laszlo’s nose rub against the base of his cockshaft and the warm wetness of Laszlo’s tongue flicking all over his hairy, swollen, highly responsive testicles.
“That’s right. Lick the motherfuckers! Get them wet. Suck them. Put them inside your mouth and suck on them!” Adolar urged, heatedly.
But the commands were really superfluous. Laszlo was doing exactly what Adolar wanted him to. Laszlo was clearly enjoying being submissive, and he seemed to know, instinctively, what turned Adolar on.
“Oh, that’s a pair of nice big stud balls,” Adolar heard him mumble, between licks.
Adolar helped himself to another potent, penetrating blast from the inhaler, and then he twisted himself down to thrust the inhaler into one of Laszlo’s nostrils, pinching the other one shut as he did so, so that the black-haired stud could get a rush, too.
Laszlo now had both of Adolar’s big balls inside his juicy mouth, and when the amyl hit him, he went wild, sucking and tugging on them, milking them with his pursed lips, while his hot tongue seemed to lap restlessly over the surfaces of both testicles at once. Adolar loved the way it felt to have his nuts suckled like that. It was all he could do to restrain himself, to keep from jerking off with one hand—and burying three or four fingers of his other hand up his ass, to help bring himself off. But he knew that this was only the beginning of what Laszlo would be willing and eager to do for him. Adolar forced himself to save his cum, in anticipation of even more stimulating and ultimately satisfying sexual acts.
He lay back, closed his eyes, and concentrated on the pleasure the other man was lavishing so unselfishly upon him.
“Now kiss my thighs,” Adolar told Laszlo. “Lick them all over.”
Laszlo hesitated, obviously impatient to suck the muscle god’s cock, which wavered so tantalizingly right in front of his flushed, reddened, sweating face. Adolar half opened his eyes, looked down, and saw Laszlo gazing at his body with a mixture of admiration, apprehension, and frustration, his mouth still stuffed full of Adolar’s scrotum.
“Do it, man,” was all that Adolar had to say.
Laszlo made a little moaning noise, and then he shifted his head and let Adolar’s saliva-soaked balls slip from between his lips as he thrust his head deeper between the bodybuilder’s thighs. He began to kiss and lick them, as Adolar had told him to do. It felt good, but Laszlo evidently realized what Adolar would want next. He anticipated the other man’s command. He guided Adolar’s legs up and over his shoulders, as he licked his way quickly down the backs of Adolar’s thighs and began to kiss and bite his firm, smooth-skinned ass cheeks.
Adolar’s flesh was burning hot all over by now, and he felt warm and languid, but very aroused, although not urgently so. He could relax and savor what the other man was doing to him.
“Rim me,” he gasped—and Laszlo immediately plunged his face between the buttocks that Adolar thrust upward and reached down to grasp and part for him. Adolar pulled his butt cheeks wide open, and he felt Laszlo’s hot, moist breath waft between them and strike his sphincter muscle. A moment later, Laszlo’s lips pressed against the pucker and his tongue pushed through it, penetrating Adolar’s asshole as deeply as he could force it to go. He began to lick the anal flesh furiously, grunting in wild, uncontrollable excitement.
There were few things Adolar enjoyed more than a really good, enthusiastic rim job, and so he deigned to allow Laszlo to eat his ass for a long time, occasionally urging him on with barked commands such as, “Rim it! Suck that ass! Get your hot tongue right up in there and lick it good!” He interrupted the act from time to tome only in order to give Laszlo hits of the popper, emptying the used ampule from the inhaler and replacing it with a full-strength new one.
Adolar had rarely felt his cock stay so hard for so long. It felt close to bursting with lust on its own volition, without even being touched. It was leaking a steady flow of pre-cum. His balls, too, ached with a need for ejaculation. The pressure soon became unbearable. Adolar would have liked to feel that hot, wet slippery tongue of Laszlo’s cleaning out his anus for him all night long; but there was a limit to how much of such intense stimulation the burly bodybuilder could endure. Right now, he simply had to come, to relieve that insistent, horny pressure in his cock and balls. Otherwise, he was afraid his tormented genitals might explode—literally!
“Sit on my dick!” Adolar moaned, thrusting the inhaler down at Laszlo’s face with one hand and reaching clumsily for the jar of petroleum jelly with the other. His hand shook with lust as he grasped the container of lubricant and opened it.
Laszlo, on his knees between Adolar’s widespread legs, had straightened up and he was taking deep breaths from the inhaler, pressing it up into each of his nostrils in turn. His chest heaved as the amyl nitrite made him breathe even harder, and he let out a moan of satisfaction at the rus
h he got.
Adolar was already greasing up his dick with the petroleum jelly, the slick contact of his hand on his cock bringing him once again dangerously close to coming. He had enough presence of mind to use a tried-and-true squeeze technique on his overexcited penis, gripping the shaft of the violently throbbing prick just below the head with his thumb on one side and his first two fingers on the other. A couple of firm squeezes applied just to that spot calmed his erotic fury somewhat. The urgent need to ejaculate subsided, and Adolar’s cock even began to soften somewhat—but not for long!
Laszlo handed Adolar the inhaler, and straddled his hips, reaching down for Adolar’s prick and aiming it up between his buttocks. He lowered himself onto it, quickly and recklessly.
“Fuck me,” he begged—unnecessarily; because Adolar had every intention of doing exactly that.
The amyl helped Laszlo to relax his sphincter muscle. Adolar’s well-lubricated, but still unusually thick and fat-tipped, cock entered him easily, with most of the shaft sliding right up Laszlo’s hot, tight ass at once. The lustful doctor did tense up and groan in slight pain, as the turgid meat filled him. He hesitated, but then he bit his lip and forced himself to sink the rest of the way down. The last few inches of Adolar’s prick disappeared inside him; and Adolar, already gasping as the poppers he was breathing in struck him and made him feel hot and giddy and very horny indeed, let out a hoarse cry of lustful satisfaction when he felt all of his aching prick being gripped and massaged by Laszlo’s greedy anus.
The two men began to fuck, like two animals—or, more accurately, Laszlo fucked himself on Adolar’s cock. The bodybuilder really didn’t have to anything except lie there beneath his sex partner and enjoy the ride. Laszlo would lift himself up until only the head of Adolar’s cock remained stuck inside his sphincter ring. He would pause for a second, enjoying the way his asshole was stretched around that fat cockhead. Then, very slowly, groaning with pleasure all the way down, he would lower himself again and feed the shaft of Adolar’s cock deep into his anus once more, until his hairy cleft was rubbing hard against the bodybuilder’s balls and he was completed filled with Adolar’s manhood.
Laszlo’s own prick was rock hard, and it looked enormous. Adolar reached out and caressed it, along with Laszlo’s balls, with one greased hand from time to time. He also played with Laszlo’s nipples, pinching and tugging on them, which the other guy seemed especially to like. Laszlo fucked himself on Adolar’s prick faster and with less self-control. Both men’s mounting excitement had begun to get the better of them.
“I’m going to come soon if we keep this up,” Adolar admitted, warning Laszlo well in advance.
“Do it!” was all that Laszlo grunted in reply.
His ass tightened to milk Adolar’s prickshaft more and more efficiently, making the muscle stud grit his teeth and suck in his breath as the wild sensations rushed through his big body and he reveled in them.
“Come in my ass, man,” Laszlo pleaded. “Shoot in me! Fill my hole with your fucking hot cum!”
Adolar’s greasy fingers pumped faster on Laszlo’s throbbing hard-on, and then they reached lower, to tickle his balls, which looked as though they were about to burst, like two pin-popped balloons.
“Do you want me to shoot in you this way?” Adolar gasped. “Or do you want to get on your belly, so I can shove my prick even deeper up your ass?”
Long experience had taught Adolar that, exciting though it was to sit on a guy’s prick or have a guy sit on his, the prone position permitted even deeper penetration. Some men, in fact, couldn’t take Adolar comfortably that way.
“Oh, Christ,” Laszlo moaned. “I can’t believe it could go in me any deeper than it already is. Okay, let’s do it. I don’t care how we fuck, as long as you blast in my ass, one way or another. Only, give me some more of those poppers, first.”
Laszlo quickly pulled his ass off Adolar’s glistening prick and threw himself face down on the bed beside the bodybuilder, greedily sniffing from the inhaler Adolar handed him. Adolar got on top of Laszlo’s broad back. His horny prick wedged itself down between the other guy’s thighs from behind.
“Spread your legs,” Adolar instructed him, breathlessly. “Wider! That’s it.”
He positioned his own knees on the outsides of Laszlo’s thighs, and then he raised himself enough so that he could grasp his cock and aim it between Laszlo’s enticingly masculine buttocks.
“Now, you open your ass, and you take my cock!”
Laszlo was reaching behind himself to give Adolar the inhaler, his face buried in the pillow. He moaned in anticipation of having that prick up his ass again. Adolar seized the inhaler and put it in his nostril, pinching his nose shut against it with another finger of the same time. As he sniffed, he forced the head of his greased dick into Laszlo’s ass again. He sank deep into that hot, yielding anus, which closed around him like a moist, fleshy vise. Just then, the amyl began to enter his bloodstream, and a hot surge of pure lust shot through his cock.
The double stimulation was incredibly arousing, and Adolar began to fuck Laszlo as wildly as he could ever recall having screwed another stud inn his life. He tossed the inhaler aside on the mattress and wrapped both of his arms around Laszlo’s waist, his hands groping for the guy’s cock and balls. He humped him with a bestial abandon that made both men shudder and tense and cry out frenziedly.
Laszlo’s strong anal muscles, flexing fiercely, milked the full length of Adolar’s cock so hard that Adolar couldn’t understand how the guy could keep up the pressure. But Laszlo not only kept it up; he seemed to wish that Adolar’s cock was even larger and that the muscle brute could fuck him even more violently. But that was literally impossible. Adolar was fucking as forcefully as he could, already. His ruthless prick was punishing the other guy’s butch ass. But Laszlo was getting off on the rough treatment, enjoying it even more than his fucker was, judging by his loud cries and moans, and his strangulated pleas of, “Harder! Harder, man! Really fuck that ass! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, shit—fuck me harder!”
“I’m fucking you, buddy,” Adolar assured him, breathlessly. “I’m giving that hot tight little ass of yours all I’ve got to give!” he insisted, just in case Laszlo’s well-pounded ass wasn’t already receiving the message clearly enough.
The sex was too good, too wild, to last nearly as long as either man might have wanted it to. Their mutual lust was simply too urgent to be sustained.
“I’m coming!” Adolar yelled.
“Yeah! Do it! Fuck me, come in my ass!” Laszlo replied.
Those were the only words they were able to exchange before the tidal wave of orgasm broke over both of their bodies at once. Adolar’s prick spurted a steady stream of what felt hot enough to be molten lava deep into Laszlo’s ass, flooding his prostate with the gooey stuff, and triggering Laszlo’s own ejaculation. Laszlo’s cock swelled even larger within Adolar’s grasping, masturbating fist before it began to pour out its own hot liquid all over the bed beneath both men’s thrashing bodies, wetting the sheets and splattering Laszlo’s sweaty chest and belly and thighs with his own sticky male seed.
But Adolar continued to seed Laszlo’s butt at the same time, filling his asshole with his cum.
Their orgasms went on and on, their pent-up passion erupting out of their bodies repeatedly, in spurt after spurt of draining, debilitating, yet wholly exhilarating lust. Adolar, especially, was lost for the moment in a selfish, utterly satisfying world of pure physical pleasure and release as he used Laszlo’s body. His powerful frame was shaken from head to foot by the fierce spasms of throbbing fulfillment he had attained. His muscular body pounded down savagely upon his partner, who lay helpless under him, impaled on Adolar’s rutting, exploding cock.
When his orgasm finally ended, Adolar felt totally spent, emptied of both lust and anger. The two men’s hot, impassioned fucking had quenched even his strong feelings of frustration and raw sexual need. He eased his still-stiff prick out of Laszlo’s semen-flooded as
shole and rolled off him, quickly bending down to kiss his face and mouth for the first time. This was a reversal of the usual procedure, in which kissing was a part of the foreplay. But they’d both been too horny to neck even a little before they’d gotten down to the nitty-gritty of the actual sex.
“Thanks, man,” Adolar told Laszlo, in a light, casual tone of voice, after breaking their long, deep kiss. He gave Laszlo a comradely slap on the butt. “Thanks for the fuck. That was just what I needed.”
But Laszlo didn’t seem all that happy, now that the fever of eroticism had abated. He was probably—and belatedly—feeling self-conscious, and possibly a little guilty, as well. This was a not uncommon phenomenon with men who paid other men for sex, Adolar had observed. Laszlo pulled free, away from Adolar’s kisses and caresses, and sat up on the bed. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, combing it back from his forehead. He avoided looking Adolar in the eyes.
“What’s the matter?” Adolar asked.
“Nothing.”
“Wasn’t that what you wanted? Didn’t I do it right?”
“You were fine.”
“Was I too rough on you? Didn’t you like it?”
“Sure, I liked it. Only … some of time, while we were doing it, I almost felt like you were just … well, you know. Using me. As though I was nothing but a hole, for you to stick your cock into. Before you remind me—yes, I’m perfectly aware that’s the treatment I asked for. I know what you’re thinking. ‘This guy needs to make up his mind.’ For some reason, when I give in to these tendencies of mine, I feel annoyed with myself, afterward. I’ve let my weakness take over and control me, against my better judgment.”
“Do you feel that you’ve been taken advantage of? Is that it?”
“Something like that, perhaps. I know it’s irrational. And even hypocritical.”
Adolar smiled. “Well, for the record, that’s a very nice hole you have there. And what it’s attached to isn’t bad, either. I like you, Laszlo. I don’t want you to feel bad about this.”
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