“But I don’t, really. Well, forget it. It’s no big deal.” Laszlo looked and sounded somewhat mollified. “Listen. When I can see you again?”
Adolar caught the eagerness in Laszlo’s voice, and he grinned, more than a little smugly. He had this dude hooked, all right!
“Any time you want,” he said, casually. “Well,” he added, after a moment’s thought, “as long as it doesn’t conflict with my workout schedule. No offense, buddy. I like you, and you’re hot. But I don’t let anything get in the way of my training!” He flexed his arm and preened, for Laszlo’s benefit. “Got to keep this body in shape, you know, or you’ll lose interest in me,” he teased.
Laszlo stared at the massive bicep muscle which Adolar was flexing.
“No danger of that,” Laszlo said, softly. “No danger at all!”
Chapter Ten: Take a Look on the Bed
An hour later, when Adolar arrived home, he was in exceptionally good mood. Laszlo had certainly gone out of his way to satisfy Adolar’s sexual needs. And the bodybuilder had his prescriptions, for the performance enhancement drugs he wanted. He found Vanessza in the living room, humming happily to herself. Naked under her robe, she was treating herself to another stiff scotch. She needed it, after the physical exertions she’d just put herself through, in the bedroom.
“Sorry I’m late,” her husband apologized, after greeting her with a kiss.
“Oh, that’s all right, darling. I managed to keep myself entertained.”
“You seem to be in a good mood.”
“The best. You have no idea. And I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh? Do you? What’s the occasion?” Adolar asked.
“No occasion in particular, lover boy. I don’t need one. It’s just that, every now and then, I like to remind you how much I love you. How much you mean to me. How grateful I am, to be your wife.”
“Vanessza, you are so sweet.” Adolar embraced and kissed her, passionately.
“Um, don’t get me started,” Vanessza warned him. “Save it for later. Right now—go check out your present. I hope you like it. Actually, I’m sure you will.”
“You’re getting me more and more intrigued.”
“I’m trying to do just that. But I won’t tease you any longer. Help yourself, baby. In our bedroom. On our bed. That’s where your surprise is waiting for you. Why don’t you go and unwrap it, right now? Try it on for size … and see whether it suits you. If it doesn’t, we can always exchange it.”
“I can’t wait to see what it is.”
“You don’t have to wait. Go ahead and check it out.”
“Aren’t you coming along?”
“I have a couple of things to take care of here.”
Adolar knew that his wife was up to something, but he couldn’t guess what. Curious, he made his way down the hallway, to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, the drapes were closed, shutting out the late-afternoon sunlight. Still, there was enough light in the room for Adolar to see that it was a bit of a mess. Clothes were strewn across the floor, between the doorway and the bed. The bed itself was unmade. One of the pillows had fallen onto the floor, and the bedclothes were a rumpled tangle.
Adolar recognized the symptoms. The bedroom had all the telltale signs of having been the scene of a vigorous sex bout, the kind that he and Vanessza especially enjoyed.
The real giveaway, however, was the presence on the bed of a naked male body!
The guy was lying face down on the mattress with his face buried in the other pillow. Adolar’s practiced eye determined that he had the physique of an athletic young man. His limbs were relaxed in sleep, and he was breathing slowly and regularly. Even though he couldn’t see the boy’s face, Adolar would’ve recognized that bare butt, so enticingly exposed, anywhere. That ass belonged to his young bodybuilder protégé, his muscle pup lover, Bob!
“Fuck!” Adolar exclaimed, under his breath. Maybe he was daydreaming—having some sort of a flashback to the past weekend’s homoerotic excesses.
Bob stirred on the bed. “Huh?” he asked, drowsily, without raising his head from the pillow. “Oh—I guess I fell asleep, didn’t I? I’d better get up … I’d better get out of here, before your husband comes home and catches me here in his bed.”
Adolar snickered. “Too late.”
Shocked by the sound of Adolar’s voice, Bob sat up quickly. Staring at the other man, he grabbed for the sheet, to cover himself.
“Oh, Jesus! It’s you, Adolar!”
“None other. You seem surprised to see me, Bob. I live here, remember. What are you doing here, if I may ask?”
“Ah—Vanessza—I mean, Mrs. Mezey—you know, your wife? She invited me to come in and wait for you.”
“It looks as though she did a hell of a lot more than just that. While you were waiting, you seem to have lost your clothes, Bob.”
“She and I … it was her idea, I swear to God! She talked me into it.”
“I can just imagine. She took advantage of you, is that it? Is that your story, and you’re sticking to it?”
“Uh, I—”
“Oh, save your breath, Bob. You fucked my wife, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth.”
“Yes, sir. Mrs. Mezey and I—we did it.”
“More than once?”
“A couple of times, I think. I wasn’t keeping count. That’s why I fell asleep. I was pretty tired, afterward.”
“Yeah, been there, done that,” Adolar muttered, although not without a certain wry humor. “She fucked you, and then she tucked you in, for a nap. Very hospitable of her. Did you enjoy it? The sex, I mean, not the nap.”
“Please, Adolar. You’re embarrassing me.”
“I can’t see why. If you’re going to screw a man’s wife, Bob, then there’s no reason why you shouldn’t be upfront about it. That way, you and the man can still be good friends. Did you enjoy fucking Vanessza?”
“Yeah. I did. She’s great,” Bob mumbled.
“See? Making that admission wasn’t so hard, was it? No harm done. What, did you think I’d be jealous?”
“Something like that, yeah, Adolar.”
“Don’t be silly. All three of us—we’re adults. I think it’s fine that you’ve finally met my wife, and that the two of you seem to have gotten along so well together. It hasn’t changed how you feel about me, has it, Bob?”
“No.”
“Good. Then, as I said—no harm done.”
“You’re being awfully nice about this, I must say. Awfully understanding.”
“What is there not to be nice or understanding about? God, you are still such a little innocent, such a baby, in some ways.” Adolar leaned over the side of the bed and ruffled Bob’s hair. Then he gave the boy a kiss, on the mouth. “Um, you taste good … and, as usual, you’re so damn sexy. I can’t help myself. I’m starting to get turned on. How about a quickie?”
“Now?”
“I can’t think of a better time. Or a more convenient place.”
“But what about Mrs. Mezey? She’s downstairs, isn’t she?”
“She is. She won’t mind. Actually, I think she sent me up here, more or less expecting that you and I would have ourselves some fun.”
“Wow, man. You and Mrs. Mezey—some people might think your idea of ‘fun’ is kind of strange!”
“Yes, and those people don’t know what they’re missing.”
Quickly, Adolar stripped. He joined Bob on the bed.
“I want to get fucked,” he declared.
He didn’t give Bob time to respond; instead, he quickly climbed into position, straddling Bob’s thighs, with his knees resting on the mattress on either side of the boy’s body. Adolar moved his body forward until his cock stood up with its shaft rubbing erotically against that of Bob’s own thick tool, which Adolar seized and held upright in his hand. The older bodybuilder squeezed the two dicks together, as though he was comparing their size, shape, and degree of rigidity. Bob’s penis throbbed in r
esponse to his touch in a way which told Adolar, more eloquently than any words, that the young stud hadn’t been completely debilitated by the no doubt extraordinary sexual demands which Vanessza had made on him. No, Bob was once again ready for action—and more than willing to screw his handsome idol.
“Let’s do it bareback this time,” Adolar suggested, impulsively and recklessly. “I want to feel your cock inside my ass, with nothing in between them … no rubber. All right?”
“Okay,” Bob gasped.
“Stay put. Don’t move. I want to sit on it.”
Adolar lifted his butt a bit. He kept Bob’s cock aimed upward, and he readjusted himself until his ass crack was poised directly above the tip of the boy’s erection. Adolar lowered his butt again, and he felt the head of the penis slip into the cleft formed by his two hard round buttocks. Then the cockhead nuzzled against the pucker of his sphincter muscle, deep within that cleft.
“Yeah,” Adolar whispered, eagerly. “Let me put it inside me—!”
Adolar eased more of his weight down on the swollen shaft. His sphincter stretched, slipping like a hungry mouth over the thick cockhead. Applying still more leverage, Adolar allowed his own body weight to impale him on the phallic spike. He grunted, because he experienced a moment of slight discomfort, when the bulky glans entered him and was immediately followed by inch after inch of solid shaft, sliding up into his rectum.
“Don’t move yet,” Adolar warned Bob. “Let me get it all the way in me, first. Let me get used to it, before we fuck. Jesus! You fucked me all weekend, boy, but I’d already forgotten how big your goddamn dick is. You’re hung really huge for your age. Taking you is like losing my cherry, all over again!”
Adolar continued to push himself down onto the rigid pole, his mind commanding his reluctant anal muscles to yield and stretch in order to accommodate that big cock. They obeyed at last, yawning even wider apart to accept the base of Bob’s prickshaft, which was thicker than the rest of it.
Finally, Adolar touched bottom, his buttocks resting on the firm seat provided by the tops of Bob’s thighs. With Bob’s cock now buried fully inside him, Adolar leaned forward slightly and placed his palms flat on Bob’s chest, stroking his taut, swollen nipples. He felt the hard cones swell out even stiffer in response to his caress. He heaved his ass upward cautiously along the inches shoved inside it, pulling his plugged asshole partly free of the impalement. He could tell from the extra distension of his sphincter ring when he now had no more than the head of Bob’s prick still inside him.
Adolar pushed his body down again, dragging his anal lining downward around the solid, unyielding shaft of the young college jock’s erection, until all of it had vanished into his butthole again. His ass cheeks once again pressed themselves against Bob’s hard-muscled thighs. Adolar squirmed lewdly on top of the young athlete, enjoying the way the boy’s buried dickhead once again jabbed itself against his swollen and responsive prostate, high up in his butt.
Bob’s prick fit his anus comfortably. The fullness and friction were a source of pleasure in themselves, radiating heat through Adolar’s body even when the married man paused in his movements and he didn’t try to fuck himself on Bob’s plunger. The ample proportions of Bob’s manhood filled him nicely, leaving room in there for nothing else.
It felt so good to take the kid’s cock up his ass! Adolar worked his hips and buttocks, stirring the cock within his ass. He began to ride Bob’s shaft hard, pulling and pushing his body around upon the fuck tool, until he resembled a human horse on a merry-go-round. His tight, butch asshole virtually masturbated the cock which was plugged inside it, massaging it repeatedly. Fucking himself on Bob like that wasn’t entirely comfortable; but even the slight pain was something which Adolar could enjoy. He relished the thought that his lusty, strapping new boyfriend was screwing him, taking him up the ass—using his manhole for his own pleasure.
“Is this how you screwed my wife?” Adolar demanded.
“No, sir. We never tried this position. I guess we did it in what they call the missionary position. And also, doggy style. Mrs. Mezey told me she especially likes that.”
“Oh, she does. I bet her cunt felt hot and wet around your dick, when you shoved it into her pussy from behind.”
“Please, Adolar. Let’s not talk about that, not right now. It’s kind of distracting me.”
“Yes, God forbid anything should interfere with your concentration. I want your full attention focused on what that big dick of yours is doing to my ass. Fuck me, boy. Use my ass for your pleasure. Be a man, and give yourself a man’s pleasure. Pound that stud prick of yours in and out of me! Does my asshole feel nice and tight around your cock?”
Bob groaned. “It sure does. You’re really doing a number on my cock, big guy.”
“Does my ass feel good?”
“It feels great.”
“Does it feel better than my wife’s cunt?”
“Oh, please, dude,” Bob pleaded. “When I’m this fucking horny, I can’t tell the difference! All I know is … I love you, man. I really do. I wish we could spend some time like this in bed together, every single day. I love being with you, like this.”
“So do I, Bob. And I love fucking myself on your big, hard dick. I wish I could have your cock up my ass, all the time.”
Bob pressed his head back into the mattress, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth, to pant out his pleasure. His chest rose and fell like a bellows from his labored breathing, and his tousled hair fell over his forehead. His fingers reached out blindly and roamed over Adolar’s body, finally grasping the pro bodybuilder’s uprisen cock, which sprang out from Adolar’s crotch almost as though it was an extension of the long, thick cock which Bob was working in and out of his butt.
Bob closed his fingers around Adolar’s ramrod in a fist, offering the other man a hole to fuck, just as Bob’s cock was screwing Adolar’s ass. Adolar’s penis felt full and heavy in Bob’s fist, its head and shaft slippery with Adolar’s dribbled pre-cum. Bob held tightly onto it, timing his strokes to coincide with those his dick made inside Adolar’s butt as the older man bounced up and down on him.
“I’m getting close,” Bob warned.
“Don’t hold back,” Adolar replied. “Come in my ass!”
“But I want you to shoot, too.”
“Oh, I’m going to. No problem. Jerk me, baby. Jerk my prick, just as hard as you can. Jerk it off!”
Bob’s fist worked Adolar’s cock even more roughly and rapidly. His own prick blasted out its first wad of hot cum while Adolar’s asshole was gliding in an upstroke around it and only the head of Bob’s dick was still inside him, stretching his sphincter wide open. Feeling the wetness of the semen against his asshole’s rim, hearing the groans of orgasmic pleasure from the young stud’s lips, and aware of his own impending eruption, Adolar quickly drove his buttocks back down hard, all the way. He shuddered as his anus spasmed frantically around the prick which was going off inside him. His anal lining turned wet and slippery, lubricated by Bob’s gushing jism.
Adolar’s own balls let go, discharging their load. Even as the last spurts of Bob’s fluid poured into him, less forcefully than the initial discharge, Adolar’s roughly manipulated cock unleashed a torrent of white, potent liquid. His cum splattered onto Bob’s chest and belly, and it wetted Bob’s caressing fingers which continued to pump his exploding cock.
Together, the two men shook their way through their lustful release. When they had both finished coming, Adolar didn’t want to free himself immediately from Bob’s cock. He leaned downward carefully, pressing his belly against Bob’s and trapping his emptied dick between their torsos. He crushed his chest and nipples against Bob’s pecs and tits, and he kissed Bob long and hard on the mouth.
“You’re my boy,” Adolar whispered, between kisses. “My special boy. Aren’t you, Bob?”
“Yes, sir. I’m yours.”
“I’m willing to share you with my wife. In fact, that’s fine. It’ll give you a
chance to learn what both kinds of sex are like. But you’ll always be mine, Bob … my lover, man to man. Won’t you?”
“You bet, stud.”
When the boy’s cock finally slipped out of his ass, both men felt a momentary regret. Adolar already missed that delightful sense of fullness and friction inside his butt. And Bob was already looking forward to fucking the famous muscle stud’s hot, tight hole again.
“We’d better jump in the shower and get dressed,” Adolar suggested. “Let’s not keep Vanessza waiting any longer than necessary.”
They showered together, which Bob found almost as exciting as their actual sex had been. Under the warm spray, he pressed his wet, soap-slippery body against Adolar’s. Kissing, playing with each other’s cocks and butts, they both got aroused all over again. But Adolar finally called a firm halt to their horseplay. The two men dried off, got dressed, and went in search of Vanessza.
“Here’s Sleeping Beauty,” Adolar told Vanessza. “None the worse for wear, as you see.”
She laughed. “Somehow I get the impression that you woke him up with a lot more than just a kiss.”
“He and I did work up a bit of an appetite. How’s dinner coming?”
“I thought I’d throw together something quick and simple, but I wanted to wait to find out what you men wanted,” Vanessza said. “You’ll stay and eat with us, won’t you, Bob?”
“Of course he will,” Adolar insisted. “But why don’t we order something to be delivered? You deserve a break from cooking, Vanessza. And I could use a break from my diet. Do you like Chinese, Bob?”
“Yeah,” the boy mumbled.
“Perfect. We’ll have ourselves a takeout feast.”
Chapter Eleven: Appeasing Their Appetites
“I wasn’t aware that Chinese food is an aphrodisiac,” Adolar remarked. “But there must be something besides the usual chili peppers in this Kung Pao chicken. I’m getting a hard-on.”
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