Musclebros

by Emeric Varady

  Musclebros

  A Young Bodybuilder’s Adventures

  by

  Emeric Varady

  Translated from the Hungarian

  by

  Sandor Vass

  Copyright © 2019 Emeric Varady

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or to persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Author’s Introduction: The Secretive Fraternity of Iron Men

  Book One: Large and In Charge

  Chapter One: A New Guy at the Gym

  Chapter Two: A Muscle Man’s Mentor

  Chapter Three: On the Rebound

  Chapter Four: Another Kind of Workout

  Chapter Five: A Muscular Masseur

  Chapter Six: Bouncing Back

  Book Two: For Both Profit and Pleasure

  Chapter Seven: Doctor’s Orders, Given and Taken

  Chapter Eight: What the Doctor Prescribed—for Himself!

  Chapter Nine: Recruiting Some Extra Muscle

  Chapter Ten: Not So Poor, Not So Little

  Book Three: Hard Gains

  Chapter Eleven: Returning a Favor

  Chapter Twelve: American Muscle

  Chapter Thirteen: Entertaining the Visitors

  Chapter Fourteen: After Hours in the Gym

  Chapter Fifteen: A Muscle Orgy

  Chapter Sixteen: A Little Privacy

  Chapter Seventeen: A Floor Show

  Chapter Eighteen: A Muscle Marathon

  Chapter Nineteen: More Than Just Gym Buddies?

  Also by Emeric Varady

  Author’s Introduction: The Secretive Fraternity of Iron Men

  Musclebros!

  They exist in every large city, but they can be found in small towns and in remote, isolated rural communities, as well.

  They’re the guys who are obsessed with weightlifting and bodybuilding. They’d rather pump iron and force their muscles to grow bigger than eat, sleep, or fuck. Well—let’s not get too carried away! Most of these men wouldn’t really pass up on an opportunity for sex, should it come their way. And especially not if the party of the second part is an appreciative muscle admirer and worshipper, who’s ready and willing to pay homage to a hard-earned, impressively well-developed physique.

  There’s no doubt about it—muscle sex is the best gay sex. Maybe I’m prejudiced, but that’s my opinion.

  And, as I trust, this decidedly brawny narrative makes a persuasive argument for that point of view. Once again, one of my muscular young acquaintances has shared stories of his sexual adventures with me, and he’s encouraged me to publish them, in slightly fictionalized form.

  “Whatever you do, just don’t use my real name, Emeric,” the hulking lad upon whom my protagonist is based begged me. “God, I’ve been such a slut! I’d never live it down if you told the truth about me.”

  Point taken. Been there, done that, my young friend! I have my own sordid secrets to conceal. And as a result I’m well aware of the value of discretion.

  I’ve rebaptized my young friend as “Markus.” I’ve changed the names of his various partners in sex crimes, too. But everything else in his sexy story is accurate, and true to life. My friend is hardly unique. He has many counterparts, not only in Budapest, but in any large city.

  As I often say—you can’t make this stuff up. The lewd, naked luridness of fact is indeed often truer than the most feverishly imaginative erotic fiction!

  This is a rather lengthy narrative. Markus has racked up quite a few erotic adventures, and I’ve left none of them out, describing them all in uncensored detail. As a result, I’ve divided this manuscript into three “Books,” for the reader’s convenience, as can be seen in the table of contents, above. Sometimes, in the course of one-handed reading, a guy needs to take a break, and the division into books may help the reader to find his place. The individual chapters, however, are numbered consecutively, throughout.

  Book One: Large and In Charge

  In which we meet our muscular young protagonist, Markus, and we learn something of his easygoing approach to life and lust. We also make the acquaintance of some of his musclebros.

  Chapter One: A New Guy at the Gym

  Markus didn’t really have a swelled head, to go along with his bulgingly muscled, pumped-up physique below his chin. He was well aware that his impressive weight-trained body elicited admiring—or, in some cases, incredulous and disapproving—stares when he went out in public. But he was narcissistic enough to enjoy being looked at. That, after all, was the whole point of bodybuilding—to become big and hard, to stand out in a crowd, to be the object of people’s attention.

  Well—come to think of it, there was being a sex object, too, as a by no means unimportant secondary consideration!

  Markus was accustomed to checking out guys, sizing them up, cruising them, and flirting with them, at the gym in downtown Budapest where he trained. Often, he was used to hooking up sexually with these fellow iron pumpers, as well. That was all part of the chase, of the game.

  At the end of his work day, he’d gone, as usual, to the gym to which he belonged.

  During his long, taxing workout, he noticed a young guy about his own age, whom he’d never seen before. Either he was a new member, or if he was a regular, then he must be working out at a different time than usual today.

  The newcomer was a boyish-looking blue-eyed blond, with a nice, amateur bodybuilder’s physique, which rivalled Markus’s own impressive build. A little more bulk and definition, and the blond could be a contender for that coveted unofficial title, namely, as one of the half dozen or so hottest members of the gym! Out of the corner of his eye, Markus observed him grunting and sweating his way through his weightlifting routine. The guy didn’t spare himself, and Markus respected that.

  The blond muscle man was still going at it when Markus headed to the locker room to strip out of his sweat-soaked workout clothes and hit the shower. Dressed, Markus left the gym and sauntered out onto the street.

  A couple of blocks away from the gym there was a coffee shop which he often patronized.

  Markus was seated at one of the shop’s small tables, enjoying his caffeine rush, when, through the windows, he saw the blond guy approaching. Glancing inside the shop, the blond saw Markus, and he did a double take. After a moment’s hesitation, he entered and went to the counter to place his order.

  When he turned around again, with cup and saucer in hand, Markus caught his eye and gestured to him.

  “Why don’t you join me?” Markus called out.

  “Thanks. I will.”

  Like Markus, the stranger had his gym bag within him, toting it in one hand.

  He’d changed into his street clothes—shorts and a tank top, with a short-sleeved shirt over the tank top, unbutt
oned all the way down the front and with its tails not tucked into the shorts, so the garment swung freely around his torso. His footwear was leather slip-on shoes, worn without socks, and he had a baseball cap on his head.

  He seated himself at the table, opposite Markus, placing his gym bag next to Markus’s on the floor.

  “I couldn’t help noticing you, back there, hitting the weights,” Markus said.

  “I noticed you, too.”

  “Hope I wasn’t being rude. You know, by staring.”

  “Oh, that’s all right. I guess I did some looking, too.”

  Markus smiled. “That’s typical when you see a new member working out. You want to size him up. Decide how much competition he might be.”

  “Competition?”

  “For the title of biggest guy in the gym. It may be an unofficial title, but guys fight over it.”

  “Yeah, now I know what you mean. I think that happens at every gym. You don’t seem to have anything to worry about, dude. You’re huge.”

  “Thanks. Still room for improvement, though. My name’s Markus, by the way.”

  “Gusztav.”

  They shook hands across the tabletop, taking care not to spill their coffee.

  “I am new to this gym,” Gusztav confirmed. “Just signed up last week. I used to go to a fitness club in the suburbs. But I’ve moved from there into the city, so this place is more convenient. And already, I like it better. The guys seem a little more serious about their training. Seeing another dude busting his ass inspires me to push myself harder, too.”

  “Same here,” Markus agreed.

  They’d finished their coffee, but they lingered at the table, over the empty cups.

  “Well—it’s been nice, talking to you,” Gusztav said. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave.

  “I guess we’ll be seeing each other at the gym—if not before,” Markus added, significantly, with a broad, ingratiating grin.

  “Before?”

  “I don’t need to rush off anywhere right now. Do you?”

  “No. Ah—um,” Gusztav mumbled, obviously at a loss for words for a moment. Then he seemed to summon his nerve. “I don’t want you to think I’m too easy—”

  Markus gave his new acquaintance a reassuring smile. “What’s wrong with being easy?”

  “Nothing, I guess.”

  “I’m easy,” Markus volunteered.

  Gusztav visibly relaxed. “Well—that’s good to hear.”

  “In fact, I’m so damn accommodating that I’ll say it for you. What I think you’re trying to get out. How’d you like to fuck around with me for a while? Go have sex,” Markus specified. “Just in case that isn’t clear.”

  Gusztav looked relieved. And excited. “I’d like that. A lot!”

  “Your place or mine?”

  They compared their living locations. Gusztav resided in the Angyalföld district of the city. Markus lived in a working-class district called Kelenfold.

  “I’m closer,” Markus said. “Let’s go.”

  Soon the two young men were in Markus’s apartment.

  “Nice place,” Gusztav commented.

  “It’s polite of you to say so, but it’s small. All right for one person. And I’m a lousy housekeeper. I apologize for the mess.”

  “No need to. Provided there’s a bed?”

  “There is. It’s unmade, though.”

  Gusztav grinned. “That saves time. Lead me to it, why don’t you?”

  “I like the way you think. Come on, it’s this way.”

  In the bedroom, they both got naked, and for a moment they stood facing each other, wildly aroused.

  “Wait,” Markus said. He went over to the windows. He had two sets of drapes on them. One set was heavy, amounting to blackout curtains. The other, between the heavy drapes and the windowpanes, were sheer white panels, which, when Markus drew them, still let in lots of the late-afternoon sunlight, albeit diffused. He left the heavier drapes open. “I like to see what I’m doing,” he told Gusztav, smiling. “Or rather, whom I’m doing! This’ll give us privacy. The people in the building across the street won’t be able to see in. But I’ll be able to see you.”

  “Likewise,” Gusztav agreed, as Markus moved back toward him.

  “This is what I wanted to do when I saw you, working up such sweat in the weight room,” Markus confessed. “I wished we could get it on, right there.”

  “I felt the same way. Just in case that wasn’t obvious. And there in the café—I hope I wasn’t too slutty,” Gusztav murmured.

  “Oh, you were just slutty enough,” Markus assured him. Stepping forward, he closed the distance between them, so that their chests and thighs collided.

  Gusztav embraced the other man. His legs opened, allowing Markus’s cock to slip in between them. Markus’s dick slipped downward over the other bodybuilder’s penis, gliding over Gusztav’s balls.

  “Fuck me, Markus,” Gusztav begged, pulling Markus with him as he staggered toward the waiting bed and fell down heavily on it, lying on his back with Markus on top of him, with Markus’s prick still wedged between his thighs. “Fuck me!” Gusztav spread his legs wide and raised them, hooking his ankles over the backs of Markus’s thighs. His fingers held tightly onto Markus’s ass cheeks.

  “Don’t you want the preliminaries?” Markus inquired.

  “Ordinarily, yeah, I would. Trade hand jobs, suck, sixty-nine, finger-fuck, rim—! I’d like to do everything with you, big guy. But—sorry—you’ve just gotten me too damn hot. I need my ass fucked, in the worst way. If that’s what you want us to do,” Gusztav added, the look on his face and the tension in his voice betraying the fact that he’d be bitterly disappointed if Markus didn’t want to screw him.

  Luckily for him, Markus was nothing if not versatile in bed. Markus slid open the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed, and from the items stowed away in it, he selected a large tube of gel lubricant.

  “We’ll need this,” he said. “It’s really slippery, and it doesn’t dry out too fast. Long lasting lube. Designed for fucking.”

  Gusztav groaned, his need very apparent. “Do it,” he begged. “Let’s put it to the test. Because I want you to fuck me for a long time!”

  “Great minds think alike,” Markus moaned. The sight of the blond stud’s upturned, vulnerable, and obviously quite willing ass was driving him mad with desire. Gusztav’s glutes were covered by a smooth layer of creamy, flawless, virtually hairless skin. It was the kind of boyish-looking behind which just begged to be fucked, or otherwise abused. “I’d like to spank those rosy butt cheeks of yours,” Markus confessed.

  His new sex partner giggled. “Don’t you dare! I’m not into that sadomasochistic shit.”

  “Aren’t you? Too bad. Stick around with me, and you might develop a taste for it.” Markus suggested. “Meanwhile—”

  “Meanwhile, just fuck me, man. Let’s confine ourselves to the basics, for now.”

  Gusztav was too turned on to resist the penetration, even had he wanted to. Despite its swollen dimensions, the thorough, efficient lubrication enabled Markus’s cock to slip inside his anus quite easily. Gusztav’s anal muscles yielded and stretched, adjusting themselves to the stabbing pressure of the other muscle man’s long, thick erection.

  “Oh, yeah,” Gusztav gloated. “This is the way to unwind after a good, hard work day! With a good, hard fuck! Cock in my ass—yeah, that’s one hell of a big cock I’ve got in my ass, man! And you sure know how to use that thing. Uh, shit, work it in around inside my ass! Don’t be shy. Don’t worry about hurting me. I can take it, whatever you want to do to me in there! I love it. Just love being fucked!”

  “I can tell you do,” Markus remarked, breathlessly.

  “Pound that hole,” Gusztav begged. “Oh, give it a good hard pounding!”

  Manfully, generously, Markus strove to comply with the other guy’s request, to satisfy his wildly responsive ass. Not that Markus wasn’t enjoying himself, too! Gusztav was just the ki
nd of eager, uninhibited sex partner that Markus always liked to divert himself with.

  “That’s a really tight ass you’ve got there,” Markus declared.

  “My shitter’s just like any other muscle,” Gusztav replied, crudely. “The more I work it, the stronger it gets.”

  As out of breath as he was, Markus had to laugh. “If that was really the case, then that thing between your butt cheeks would be swollen to the size of a tire. And so would mine.”

  “You like to take it up the ass too, do you?”

  “I love it.”

  “I assumed you were a top.”

  “I don’t bother with such labels. I like sex. All kinds of sex. Well, all kinds, provided it’s sex with another man. Or with more than one other man. Anyway, to clarify beyond any doubt—I like to get fucked, too. Want to screw me, next time?”

  Gusztav groaned. “Just the thought is making me even more horny! But you’re really good at dishing it out. Oh, shit, that muscle cock of yours is really doing a number on my ass.”

  “It’s a hot muscle ass you’ve got there,” Markus said. “I’m glad we hooked up.”

  “Me, too. Oh, fuck, dude! Me, too! Fuck me! Yeah, fuck me! Hard!”

  Markus went on jackhammering his prick in and out of Gusztav’s manhole. But the sex act was too exciting, too stimulating, to be kept up indefinitely. Markus could feel the all-too-familiar early warning signs of impending ejaculation, as his lust rose to a peak deep within his loins.

  “You’re too damn sexy, too fucking hot,” he told Gusztav, regretfully. “I think I’m going to have to come!”

  “Go ahead! Do it! Fuck, yeah! Come in my ass, man. Let me feel that hot cum shooting up into my butt! Breed and seed me, you goddamn muscle stud! Breed and seed my hole for me! Cum—I want your cum! In me—filling me up!”

  That was all the encouragement Markus, in his overwrought state, needed. It was time for him to unload! And he did so, freely, fully, forcefully. With an unintentional generosity, he gave his sex partner all that he had to give, an awesome outpouring of sperm.