Musclebros

by Emeric Varady

  It was Jozsef who had spoken. The naked older bodybuilder stood beside the bed with a fresh plastic bottle of mineral water in his hand, looking down at the two men who’d just fucked. At some point while Markus had been plowing Ferenc’s butt, Jozsef had left the bedroom, gone to the kitchen for additional liquid refreshment, and returned—in time to witness the climax of the frantic bout of anal intercourse. Somewhat dazed, Markus came back to reality.

  “Aw, fuck, that was hot! Yeah! It was even better—than watching freaking, fucking—goddamn porn!” Markus heard Jozsef stammer out. Jozsef sounded a bit sarcastic, but Markus caught the undertone of genuine sexual excitement, and even of envy, in the man’s voice. Jozsef raised the bottle to his lips and sipped the water. Over the neck of the bottle, his eyes twinkled when he met and held Markus’s gaze. Markus thought he saw approval in his mentor’s look. For once, Jozsef wasn’t jealous. After all, Ferenc was just another john, and as such he presented no real threat to Jozsef, no matter how Jozsef was infatuated with Markus. No, this was just business as usual, and Markus, as part of their two-escort team, had done a good job of giving Ferenc what the doctor had ordered from the escort agency! Namely, hard muscle, and harder cock!

  Markus had gotten so caught up in the just-completed sex act that he had forgotten all about the fact that Jozsef was right there in the room with him and Ferenc. And during most of the while Markus and Ferenc had been fucking, in fact, the other bodybuilder had taken his ease on a chair there in the bedroom, only a few feet away from the occupied bed—drinking the doctor’s mineral water while he observed Markus screwing Ferenc so mindlessly, to the two men’s obvious mutual pleasure and exhaustion.

  With their sweaty flesh flushed and hot in the warm, close air of the room, the doctor and the young muscle man who’d just fucked him lay there on the bed in silence for a few minutes, savoring the aftermath of their sex, and once again ignoring Jozsef, their horny and appreciative onlooker.

  “You manned up that time, Markus,” Ferenc groaned. “You’re one hell of a fine stud, when you choose to be, my young friend. That was just about the best fuck I’ve had in ages, muscle boy! Certainly, the best,” the physician added, wryly, “since the last time you and Jozsef were here, and both of your bastards reamed me out!”

  “Jesus, thanks, doctor!” Markus said, with a laugh which he intended to lighten the mood, but which didn’t disguise his sincerity. “And you’re the just about the hottest piece of man ass I’ve ever come across here in Budapest, so far,” he added, just as fervently.

  That statement made Jozsef pretend to sulk. “How quickly you’ve forgotten, buddy,” he grumbled. “What am I? Second best?”

  Markus rose from the bed, stepped toward Jozsef, and kissed him. “Never mind, old mam. I still think you’re hot as hell. And let’s not spoil things by making comparisons, shall we, guys? We’re all hot men, and there’s more than enough meat here to go around.”

  “Markus, you express yourself rather crudely. I’m not sure it’s appropriate for an enlisted man to speak so frankly in his elders’ presence.” Ferenc suggested, putting on a show of primness which was more than a little incongruous, given the circumstances.

  “Oh, sorry, sir,” Markus said. “No offense meant—”

  But Jozsef called Ferenc on it. “I’d say a lot of inappropriate speech—and behavior—has been going on in here tonight, Ferenc,” he reminded the doctor. “I’m willing to overlook it, if you are.”

  “True,” Ferenc muttered. “You have a point. Very well. I suppose we can all relax and loosen up. Speak freely. Act freely.”

  Jozsef quickly recovered his usual good humor—especially when Markus, kissing him again, took his cock in his hand and he began to fondle it more than casually, soon bringing Jozsef to the verge of an explosive orgasm. Assuming that Jozsef had taken his erectile dysfunction pill, the drug certainly seemed to have kicked in, proving its efficacy.

  “Careful,” Jozsef warned. “Watching you two guys fuck almost made me pop. Take it easy, before your hand finishes the job. That’s a hair trigger you’ve got your finger on.”

  “And I want you—in fact, I insist, Jozsef,” a drunken Ferenc said, pompously, “not to waste your load by shooting it prematurely. I demand that you fuck me, and that you come in my ass!”

  “Oh, you believe you can command my cum, and make me lose it on cue? But no problem, doctor. I was about to volunteer to take over the ass fucking duties from Markus, anyway!” Jozsef vowed.

  “Yeah, fuck him,” Markus urged. “I have that hole warmed up for you. He’s ready! We put on a pretty good sex show for you, didn’t we, Jozsef? Now it’s your turn to entertain me.”

  That was all the encouragement from Markus which the ever-horny Jozsef needed. The two well-built, well-hung, and lightly inhibited escorts kissed again. Still manipulating Jozsef’s ramrod, Markus reached down between his own legs with his other hand to play with his own stiffened prick. Despite having just come in Ferenc’s ass, he’d lost none of his tumescence.

  “How about it, doctor? Are you sure you want an ‘instant replay’ of that hot fuck Markus just threw into you?” Jozsef inquired. “After that reaming out he just gave you, maybe you’re sore, and you need to recuperate a little.”

  Ferenc leered at the bodybuilder. “Do I look like some dumb young pussy boy, who can’t take a little anal stress? I’m ready for anything you can dish out, buster! Fuck me, and fuck me hard and rough, if you’re man enough to do it!”

  “That’s the spirit,” Jozsef declared.

  “Wreck my ass,” Ferenc demanded. “Show me no mercy. Take no prisoners!”

  “We’re going to need some grease,” Jozsef said.

  “Here—right on the frigging table, beside the bed—!”

  Jozsef grabbed the tube of lubricant, and then he approached the bed and leaned over it, eagerly. To Ferenc, lying there on the red sheets looking up at him, the mature stud’s body seemed to be sculpted out of marble, with hard veins standing out in high relief over swells of muscle.

  “Fuck, there’s a lot to be said for these pretty, pumped-up young muscle pups. But when it comes to real muscle sex, then give me a real, experienced, hardcore muscle man, every time! Like you!” Ferenc swore—perhaps none too diplomatically, considering that Markus was right there in the room, listening to his enthusiastic but unguarded outburst.

  Grinning, Jozsef seemed ready to prove the doctor right.

  Jozsef’s penis, thick and swaying in the air in front of him, was a thing of pure masculinity, an object which Ferenc wanted to worship—which he wanted to feel implanted deep within him, fucking him. The doctor licked his lips in lewd anticipation of taking every inch of the older stud’s imposing endowment up his just-fucked ass.

  But, when Jozsef unscrewed the cap of the tube of lubricant and started to squeeze some of it out onto his palm, Ferenc stopped him with a gesture, sitting up on the bed.

  “Wait, don’t grease it up yet, buddy. Let me suck it for a minute, first! Wait, though. I need another snort.”

  Ferenc snapped another ampule and dropped it into the inhaler. He and Markus passed it back and forth, with Jozsef once again abstaining.

  Experiencing a strong, hot amyl rush, Ferenc reached out and pulled Jozsef’s penis down to his face, smearing his cheeks with the fuck juices which were already seeping from the piss slit in its tip, and letting his hot breath play provocatively upon the sensitive skin which covered the rigid core of the bloated erection.

  The delay had tried Jozsef’s patience. Savoring his own rush, Markus watched his friend take charge.

  “With all due respect, Ferenc—suck my goddamn cock! Get your mouth all the way down on it. Swallow that meat! Work it with your mouth, with your throat. Yeah, lick and suck that dick,” Jozsef urged the doctor. He took the other guy’s fingers and he guided them to his nipples, which he encouraged Ferenc to pinch, hard, bringing little white welts to the smooth surface of his flesh. “I like it a little rough. So do yo
u, don’t you, or have you been kidding us all this time?”

  “With a stud like you—yeah,” Ferenc moaned, between licks. “Real rough! You can hurt me with your cock, you dirty fucker, when you shove it up my ass. I don’t mind. I can get off on it. You’ll see. You’ll soon find out how much I like it when a guy fucks me rough,” he gasped.

  “Jesus,” Markus muttered. “Who’d have thought you were so kinky—so wild!”

  “Relax, buddy,” Jozsef advised him. “It’s just a little harmless playacting. And we’re all muscle fuckers, who know how to give it and take it, how to fuck and get fucked like men. No wimps allowed!”

  Markus looked at Ferenc, who was now busy licking Jozsef’s cock with his moist, pink tongue. It was incredibly arousing to watch such a handsome, butch number, who usually came across as a top, as the kind of man who dominated other men and subjected them to his sexual whims, using his mouth to keep the equally macho Jozsef excited, in such an abject manner, fawning over him, acting like some kind of a goddamn stud sex slave!

  Jozsef deigned to let Ferenc suck his cock. The doctor was good at it, but soon Jozsef was too turned on to take the teasing and the delay any longer. He pushed Ferenc down on the bed, joined him on the mattress, and he straddled the other man’s stomach. His penis lay in the groove between Ferenc’s pecs, which were remarkably large, well-developed, and firm, for an amateur bodybuilder’s chest muscles. Jozsef took each massive curved chest muscle in one of his huge hands and he compressed them together against his cockshaft, capturing it between their firmness.

  “Yeah, stud, go ahead, pec-fuck me,” Ferenc urged him, lasciviously, clearly relishing the lewd treatment and the closeup view he had of Jozsef’s prick stabbing toward his chin.

  “Oh, yeah, man,” Jozsef moaned. Markus, who had never known that such a sex act as pec-fucking existed, watched, fascinated. He and Jozsef, and he and his other muscular fuck buddies, such as Arpad and Gusztav, would have to try that, together! Ferenc was masturbating. He bent his head forward and, at the risk of developing a crick in his neck, he tried to lick the fat head of the uncut cock which Jozsef was rubbing back and forth inside his pectoral groove, but it remained tantalizingly out of reach.

  “I’m going to have to come, man,” Jozsef warned. “Seeing your ass get reamed out by Markus like that made me wish I was the guy plugging your sweet, hot ass. And now this! I’m going to come, fucker, I can’t hold it back. Don’t worry, though. I can still screw you! And it’ll be better this way, when I do stick it in you. I’ll last longer. Much longer,” he promised.

  “Don’t hold it back. I don’t want you to, Jozsef. Come if you want to! As long as you give it to me. Come on my face. Let me have it!”

  Jozsef’s heavy phallic ramrod plunged back and forth between Ferenc’s unnaturally compressed pecs, his cockhead actually striking the man’s chin once or twice. Jozsef was simply too turned on to have the pec fuck last for very long. A hot, wet wad of scum shot out of his penis and streaked across Ferenc’s eager face, landing on it in a white slash, followed instantly by another blast, then another and another.

  Jozsef felt the doctor’s own cock being pounded by Ferenc’s fist behind his back. A lewd grin spread over Ferenc’s semen-soiled face and he licked up as much of Jozsef’s cum as he could reach with his tongue. When he caught the pungent, utterly masculine taste of it, Ferenc moaned loudly, and his hips stopped their flailing motion under Jozsef, who was still seated on top of him. Ferenc had ejaculated, too, and Markus almost thought the two men’s sex play might be over.

  But it wasn’t—not by a long shot. Markus had reckoned without his two other men’s unusual capacity for lust, their quick recovery time. And then there was Jozsef’s trusty ED pill. The drug was undeniably doing its job. Better sex through chemistry!

  Without hesitation—without even so much as bothering to wipe Jozsef’s fresh sperm from his handsome, flushed face—Ferenc grabbed the other man’s big buttocks and he pulled him forward on his chest. Jozsef’s still-shaking, still-stiff prick pushed against Ferenc’s lips and disappeared inside them. Ferenc was just getting his second wind, the horny cocksucker!

  He pursed his lips together at the base of the bodybuilder’s cock while he held it within his mouth and he sucked the last drops of salty jism from it. Even as he wrung it dry of its load of cum, he started a new explosion slowly, inexorably building, deep in Jozsef’s scrotum.

  Reluctantly, Ferenc relinquished the bodybuilder’s meaty, mouth-filling erection.

  “Now in my ass,” the doctor demanded. “Oh, shove that cock up my ass!”

  “And that’s an order, Jozsef,” Markus chimed in, mockingly, from his nearby vantage point. “Ferenc isn’t kidding. When he wants cock up his ass, he wants cock up his ass. I ought to know!”

  “The boy’s right,” Ferenc moaned. “Oh, give it to me! Quick! Don’t torture me. Don’t make me wait. Let me have more cock up my ass!”

  Jozsef got on all fours on the bed, his ass aimed at the ceiling of the room, with Ferenc squirming in under him, on his back, looking up. Ferenc took Jozsef’s erection back inside his mouth. The cocksucker’s head bobbed slowly up and down between Jozsef’s crotch and the mattress. Ferenc’s hot wet mouth caressed the hot mature bodybuilder from the glans of his sturdy penis to the tangle of crinkly pubic hair around its root. With a finger slick with his own semen, Ferenc insinuated it into Jozsef’s butch asshole, playing with his sphincter and his prostate, and teasing him closer to another violent orgasm.

  “Fuck!” Ferenc howled, absolutely beside himself with lust. “Fuck me! Come on, you big muscle stud. Come on, you man whore. Man up! Screw me! Hard! Oh, fuck that hot ass of mine! Pound my hole—pound it into submission—oh, take me, use me, rape me, I want to be fucked, and I want to be fucked hard and rough! I want to be hurt!”

  “You dirty, horny, degenerate son of a bitch!” Jozsef dared to insult Ferenc—who, to Markus’s astonishment, took the verbal abuse without complaint. The doctor, if anything, seemed turned on by being the recipient of such rough treatment from a mere stud for hire! “You really do need to be fucked, dude,” Jozsef threatened, fiercely. “My dick’s going to put you in your place. I’m going to show you up for what you are, yeah, for nothing but a cock-loving man pussy. I’m going to ream the holy hell out of your ass!”

  Jozsef rolled away from Ferenc, and he retrieved the lube and he quickly slicked up his prick with it. Cursing luridly, including a volley of spouted blasphemies, he grabbed the doctor and pulled him on top of him, so that Ferenc sat facing him on his lap, with Jozsef’s prick unceremoniously rammed deep into his rectum.

  “There we go. Just what you want—just what you deserve, bitch. Sit on it and ride it. Open that hole! I’m going to fuck you, you goddamn, sex-crazed prickteaser!” Jozsef growled, looking and sounding downright bestial in the grip of his impatience.

  “Ah, shit—ah, yes, in me, in my ass!” Ferenc squealed. “Fuck me!”

  “Pounded,” Jozsef taunted Ferenc. “You’re being pounded, doctor, sir. Just like a handful of grain tossed into the mortar, and pounded and ground up by the pestle!”

  “Pounded—fucked, yeah,” Ferenc groaned, in erotic agony. “You brute! You animal! You swine!”

  “You whore!” Jozsef retorted.

  “Look who’s talking!” Even in his advanced stage of erotic mania, Ferenc didn’t lose his sense of humor.

  “Yeah, fuck him, man—fuck him good,” Markus commented, lustfully. He was enjoying the sex show. He was, in fact, getting a hard-on again, while he watched Jozsef butt-fuck Ferenc with such brutal, demanding force. Markus hoped it hurt the doctor! A lot! It was about time the arrogance rich bastard, who thought he could pay to have other men at his beck and call, acting as his personal sex slaves, got a taste of his own medicine! “Fuck his ass!” Markus yelled. “Fuck him hard enough to make him scream!”

  “I am screaming!” Ferenc declared, accurately enough. “Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!” he yelled, shrilly.


  “Sit on it! Take my cock up your ass and fuck yourself on it!” Jozsef panted. Ferenc obediently rode him, impaling himself on the long, thick, inflexible fuck pole with what looked like ass-punishing, painful, potentially harmful violence.

  “Oh, you disgusting brute! You muscle stud! Sure, big guy—whatever you say!” Having said that, Ferenc smiled in masochistic pleasure and he shut his eyes in order to concentrate on the sensations in his anus. Jozsef leaned forward and he licked Ferenc’s face clean of his own jism, which still dripped down it.

  Then Jozsef kissed and sucked Ferenc’s semen-splotched neck with his open mouth until the blood came to the sweaty surface of the flesh in purplish-red splotches, fresh suck marks, the result of the love bites. Jozsef bit savagely into Ferenc’s upper pec muscles, too, but the other muscular stud didn’t seem to mind the pain. He only humped his butt down upon his fucker harder, allowing Jozsef to drill his dick deep into the other man’s anus.

  And, all the while, Ferenc rotated his ass around the fulcrum of Jozsef’s hot shaft, and Jozsef’s fingers dug into his buttocks, and Jozsef’s pecs ground into his chest.

  “Oh, I’ve had a lot of you goddamn man whores here in my bed, with your dicks shoved up my ass—but, fucking hell, Jozsef! I don’t care how old you are, man, you’re one of the best. Harder,” Ferenc whimpered. Once again his lust had loosened his tongue and inspired him to speak less than diplomatically. Hearing the rather backhanded compliment, Jozsef emitted a disgusted-sounding grunt. But Ferenc was oblivious to such nuances. “Fuck me harder, old man!” he shouted. “As hard as you can. Don’t you dare hold anything back. I know you’ve still got it in you. Punish my ass! If you slack off, I swear to Christ I’ll toss that muscle butt of yours out of this bed, and I’ll let your pretty young boy Markus take over!”

  “Yes, sir,” a hard-breathing, perspiring Jozsef replied, mock humbly, as he strove manfully to meet the doctor’s exorbitant demands. “Whatever you say!”

  Markus had never seen anything so exciting—not even in a gay porn video. Those were, after all, mere two-dimensional images, however explicit and arousing. They paled in comparison to the live, three-dimensional, flesh-and-blood action in real time which Markus was witnessing now. And the thought that he’d already had both Jozsef and Ferenc as his sex partners, often, with every likelihood of enjoying their favors again before this night was over, acted as an additional spur to his lust.