He tugged at the youth’s shoulders, gently urging him to sit back on his heels and let go of Markus’s cock. “There seems to be a perfectly good bed going to waste, right over there,” he said.
Bertok grinned up at him. “Yeah, let’s get on it, you nasty muscle fuck. We might as well get comfortable. And there’s more light over there. I want to see all of you, and I want to touch and kiss and lick you, everywhere, too.”
“And I want to do the same things to you—and more. Much more!”
Bertok groaned. “I knew you’d be hot, man.”
Bertok lay down beside Markus on the bed, eagerly seeking Markus’s mouth with his own lips. Markus threw his arms around him and caressed his broad tanned shoulders and back, rejoicing in having such a physically desirable sex partner. He usually didn’t fool around with guys that young, but with Bertok, he was willing to make an exception. Martin’s nephew was quite a stud, almost too good to be true!
Markus moved his hands down from Bertok’s hairy chest to his belly, and he was delighted to confirm his previous impression that the kid’s penis was huge and, at the moment, very hard, obviously as ready to fuck Markus as Markus was willing to be fucked.
“Fuck me,” Markus told Bertok. “Give me a good fucking. I want you in me. Let’s do it, quick. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“I’ve only screwed a couple of guys, and we were pretty drunk at the time,” Bertok said. “I hope I do it right.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll show you exactly how it’s done,” Markus promised. “All you have to do, for now, is keep that big thing of yours hard. Shouldn’t be a problem, from the looks of it!”
Sliding open the drawer of his nightstand, Markus took out the lube. He slathered it over Bertok’s prick, the pressure and the massaging motion of his hand on the long, thick organ making Bertok moan with pleasure. Then Markus greased his own ass, as well.
He relaxed his anal muscles, knowing that in his highly aroused state he wouldn’t have any difficulty swallowing up every hard-fucking inch of the phallic weapon which Bertok had waving in front of his groin. But, sensing also that the young guy was a bit shy about taking the initiative in an act of anal intercourse, Markus straddled him, lowering himself gradually upon his cock until their bodies were completely united.
“Oh, Christ,” Markus moaned in delight. “It’s so big and hard inside me, stud! Fuck me, fuck me hard! Let me ride it. I can’t stand it, I’m going out of my mind from wanting to be fucked. Oh, yeah—yeah, you stud fucker, you! That’s just how to do it. Give it to me just that, really fuck that big thing up into me, now!”
His shyness forgotten now that his prick was securely lodged inside Markus’s hot, tight-gripping asshole, Bertok began to get into the spirit of the fuck, pumping away at the older guy in a steady accelerando, his prick long and thick and rigid, undeniably potent, as it stabbed deep into Markus’s rectum again and again. Markus rode the boy’s erection hard and fast. He spread his thighs—and, reaching down with his hands, he also spread his buttocks. Then, like the hottest man whore not just in Budapest, but in the whole of Hungary, he eagerly, greedily accepted each of his precocious, youthful fucker’s rough, ass-abusing upward thrusts.
“Uh, I can’t believe I’m fucking a guy with a body like yours, dude!” Bertok exulted.
“Believe it, boy. Make the most of it. Fuck my hot dirty muscle ass! Pound my freaking manhole, kid! Show me how much of a man you are. Don’t wimp out. Screw the holy hell out of me.”
“Sexy stud,” Bertok moaned. “So sexy—so hot!”
“I’m a whore,” Markus reminded his young john. “Use me like a whore. Just help yourself to my hole. Ream out my trashy slut ass for hire. It’s all yours, because you’ve paid good money for it. Fuck your muscle whore, baby. Oh, fuck my nasty ass for me!”
Markus’s pecs filled Bertok’s palms as he leaned over Bertok, with the younger stud’s cock jammed far up his ass, and Markus’s butt cheeks grinding lewdly against the boy’s crotch, their naked bodies pounding together in the fierce rhythms of sex.
Markus’s lustful shouts and moans echoed from the bedroom walls, shattering the silent of the quiet suburban night. He urged his fucker on.
“More, goddamn you, more!” he demanded. “Let me feel more of that cock, going up in there! Uh, what a nice thick, hard dick! I want it all the way up my hungry ass, pounding into my hot, horny hole. Fuck me shitless, stud! Hurt me with your cock, if you want to, I can take it. Whatever you do, don’t stop screwing me. Squeeze my nips, my ass cheeks, my balls. Go on, bite me. Play with my dick, make me come while you hump me. But fuck! Whatever you do, fuck!”
“You’re wild, dude!” a wide-eyed Bertok exclaimed. “But—shit!—I think I’m going to come!”
“Do it! Shoot that cum right into me! Breed and seed me, fucker! Let me have that cum!” Markus yelled.
Their bodies almost flew off the heaving, groaning mattress as they came together in a surging mass of seemingly liquefying flesh, spurting their hot fuck fluid together. Bertok ejaculated helplessly in Markus’s ass, and Markus’s whole body shook in an answering orgasm, his prick spraying his fucker’s torso with a thick, slimy hail of jism.
While he shot, Markus’s hungry ass clamped itself shut around the shaft of Bertok’s exploding fuck tool and milked it dry of its rich, thick cream. Only when he was confident that he had gotten all of the sperm did he relax his anal grip on the depleted penis. Both men sank back, shuddering, onto the bed—spent, their bodies wet and slippery with the sweat of their torrid lovemaking.
Markus left the house after midnight, physically exhausted, sexually drained. But, as compensation, he had an envelope stuffed with several twenty-thousand forint notes which Bertok had given him. Each was the equivalent of seventy-one US dollars. The precocious lad wasn’t a tightwad, when it came to tipping in acknowledgment of services rendered.
Book Three: Hard Gains
In which Markus expands his range of erotic adventures, and, after many digressions and false starts along the way, he glimpses the elusive possibility of true love. Or, at least, the possibility of passionate desire between gym buddies—which, in this case, is more of a sure thing.
Chapter Eleven: Returning a Favor
“Don’t you ever get a night off?” Markus asked.
Lajos laughed. “It does seem, sometimes, like I’m on duty here, twenty-four seven,” he said. “But yeah, of course I get nights off. This Saturday night, coming up, as a matter of fact. One of the other guys will be talking to the johns, then.”
Lajos had Markus on the phone, advising him of a new, upcoming appointment. After they’d concluded discussing business, with no other calls on hold at his end at the moment, Lajos had remained on the line, chatting with Markus, killing time.
“Why do you ask?” Lajos inquired. “About my free time, such as it is?”
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Markus said. “But I get the impression that you steer a lot of business my way.”
“Not necessarily,” Lajos insisted. “I look at the schedule to see who’s available, on the date and at the time the client wants one of you guys. If the john doesn’t have a preference, I go in strict rotation, so each of you studs gets his chance. Of course, usually the customers have already taken a good look at your profiles and pics on the website, before they call me on the phone or they start a computer chat. They’ve decided which guys they like, and they want to know if they’re available. Lots of times, they do ask me for a recommendation, or they just want to hear what I can tell them about one of you men. I’m here to drum up business, but I do try to be honest. When a client asks about you, Markus, I never have to prevaricate, or sugar-coat it. I can say in all honesty that you’re one hell of a hot muscle fuck, and that every customer who’s ever hired you has had nothing but good things to say about you, afterward. And a lot of them, once they’d had you, they want to book you again, as you well know.”
“Still—I bet you’re not entirely obj
ective,” Markus suggested.
“Okay, I have my favorites, among the stallions here in the stable,” Lajos admitted, lightheartedly. “There’re the ones I’d like to ride, if I were ever given the chance.”
“You’ve never hooked up with one of us?”
“Never. That wouldn’t be very professional, would it? Then, I might be tempted to play favorites, and give my boyfriend preferential treatment. Or, worse, I could start getting jealous, and not want him to get any work! Anyway, with what I’m paid, the pittance—I can’t afford you guys’ services!”
“Listen,” Markus said. “In all seriousness—I’d like to do something nice for you, to show my appreciation of how well you always take care of me. If you’re not doing anything else on Saturday night, let me take you out to dinner.”
“There’s really no need, Markus—”
“Please,” the bodybuilder cajoled Lajos. “I’d really like to. It’s kind of weird, always talking to you over the phone. I’d like to have a chance to talk to you, face to face. And not about business. About other things. Just hang out with you.”
“Well, if you insist—”
“I do.”
“All right. Where and when?”
“Know that place called the Hungarikum Bisztro?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve eaten there. It’s good.”
“Meet me there Saturday night at eight. Will you? Remember, my treat.”
“All right. See you there.”
Markus met Lajos at the restaurant. They enjoyed a good meal, and some lively talk.
Afterward, they went to Markus’s apartment. “For a nightcap,” Markus had said. But he was already scheming to get Lajos into bed. The escort agency’s hardworking employee was no real muscle man, admittedly, but he was nonetheless a most personable, attractive young lad, and Markus wanted to reward him with more than merely treating him to dinner.
“That was a really good meal,” Lajos said, after Markus ushered him inside his apartment. “Thank you again for picking up the check. You didn’t have to.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure. And I really like that restaurant. It doesn’t hurt that all the waiters there are so hot.”
“Yeah, I noticed that you noticed that,” Lajos teased Markus. “You’re such a flirt.”
“Oh, I hope I didn’t embarrass you,” Markus retorted. “You being so subtle about such things, and all. Now, listen,” he said, as he poured brandy into capacious crystal snifters for both of them. “Drink up. I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you stay here? Spend the night? It’d be silly for you to go home, all the way across town, this late at night. Why bother, when I can put you up here? I can make us breakfast, in the morning,” Markus said, by way of additional enticement. “I’m quite good at omelets, if I do say so myself.”
“Ah—!”
“What’s the matter? Got a boyfriend waiting for you, at home?”
“No. I’m between boyfriends at the moment.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“No problem, really. It’s just that—damn, Markus! You’re such a stud,” Lajos blurted out. “So fucking hot! I’m just a wimp, compared to you.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, little buddy. I like you. I think you’re cute.”
“Then—okay—I’ll stay, of you want me to.”
“I do want you to. Now that we’ve settled that—have another brandy.”
“If I get drunk, I may make a pass at you, big guy,” Lajos warned, giggling.
Markus smiled. “Looking forward to it. Saves me the trouble of putting the make on you!”
Lajos had done Markus many favors, and now Markus was ready to pay him back, in the most desirable coin Markus possessed—namely, his own body and cock, his own potent and reliable sex drive.
Now that Lajos had committed himself to the sleepover, the two men relaxed and drank. They got mildly intoxicated, in fact.
Markus, who was in an introspective, reflective mood, thanks in part to the good dinner and, now, the brandy, concluded that he and Lajos were both stereotypical metrosexuals. They were young, good-looking men, well dressed, well groomed, with gym-buffed bodies—which were undeniable assets, when they stripped down in front of their sex partners. And both of them had many sex partners. They were openly, unashamedly promiscuous. Sexual pleasure, after all, was one of the great gifts in life, so they didn’t hesitate to indulge in it.
Maybe Lajos, with his lithe swimmer’s build, didn’t have Markus’s herculean physique. But Lajos was damn desirable, in his own right, Markus now concluded.
“You know,” Lajos declared, a bit drunkenly. “You really are the sexiest stud in the agency’s stable. At least, I’ve always thought so. And you were definitely the best-looking, the hottest guy, in that restaurant tonight.”
Markus smiled. “Flatterer! You’re a little wasted, aren’t you, buddy? But no harm done. Let’s go to bed.”
In Markus’s bedroom, the two men undressed, took turns using the bathroom, and then they got into bed together.
“Just think,” Markus remarked, pulling the covers up over both of their lower bodies, as far as their waists. “If you’re not too drunk, you can have right now, for free, what all of those other horny men you deal with have to pay for. And, even if you are too wasted, we can still do it in the morning, when we wake up, before breakfast. So I’d have to say that no one loses in this deal.”
“This is like a wet dream, a porn fantasy, come true,” Lajos moaned. “Me, here in bed with you—!”
“Yeah, here I am, ready and willing to do your bidding,” Markus said. “Just think of me as your sex slave! Yours, to command. And the best part—no charge.”
“Shit!” Lajos squealed, excitedly.
Grabbing the covers, Markus flung them aside, so that both he and his bedmate were lying nude on top of the fitted bottom sheet.
Lajos was no fool. He knew a good thing when it was offered to him! He took full advantage of this extraordinary opportunity. Never one to be coy or shy in bed, Lajos embraced his muscular friend, his fingers eagerly kneading Markus’s bare flesh. He bent his head to lick at each of Markus’s large, pointed nipples in turn, and then he sucked one tit inside his mouth and bit on it, gently, but with immediate effect. The nipple stiffened even harder as Markus squirmed and shuddered with pleasure.
After Lajos had lavished the same treatment on the other nipple, he released it, reluctantly, licking his lips. Markus reached down and, in playful retaliation, he ran his hands down Lajos’s bare torso, from his shoulders down over his pecs, and then, sliding lower, rubbing over his abs to attack his groin. Markus explored Lajos’s warm crotch with his hands. Then, sitting up on the bed and maneuvering himself quickly into a kneeling position on it, he used his lips as well, kissing and licking Lajos’s penis, hungrily breathing in his warm male genital aroma. Markus savored the scent as though it was the smell of freshly baked bread. Twisting his head down, he tongued the stiff, throbbing shaft of Lajos’s big prick, taking both of his buddy’s swollen balls in his hand.
To his satisfaction, Markus saw that his attentions had already coaxed Lajos’s cock into full, proud, ready erection. Markus himself was equally stiff, even though neither he nor Lajos had touched his penis yet.
Markus pulled his panting lips for a moment after kissing Lajos’s cock. The hard-on twitched spasmodically, silently begging Markus not to tease it. Lajos’s pubic hair gleamed a glossy black in the dim light of the bedroom, and it was already beaded lightly with droplets of perspiration—the hot sweat of awakening lust. The meaty erection was like a column of smooth, polished dark pink marble streaked with protruding veins as it rose from his groin, stiff and potent, and moist with pre-cum at its very tip.
Lajos was uncut, as was Markus. The bulbous glans of Lajos’s rigid male organ was bared, its sheath of retracted foreskin crumpled up around the top of the shaft, just where the cockhead flared out. Staring at that prick, so like his own, Markus felt famished—starved for cock, and rea
dy to embark upon a mindless feeding frenzy!
“God, how I want to suck you!” Markus blurted out.
“Then be my guest! Go ahead and get down there. Suck it. Suck me, buddy!” Lajos groaned, pushing his hefty masculine endowment impatiently toward Markus’s waiting lips. “Blow me, man. Take my stiff dick in your hot, juicy mouth and all the way down your cocksucking throat. Suck the hell out of it! suck it, and give it a good licking with your tongue while you suck it. Suck it!” he repeated, wild with lust.
But there was no need for him to keep repeating himself. Markus needed no further encouragement or urging. He wanted to suck that cock, as desperately as Lajos wanted to be blown.
Ordinarily, Lajos was a polite-spoken, educated young man. In bed, though, he was transformed. Markus loved the crude way his friend talked to him during sex, the way Lajos treated him almost as he would a cheap male whore he’d picked up on the street. But it worked both ways. Lajos enjoyed it when his fuck buddy Markus let loose as well, giving as good as he got, matching Lajos in sluttiness.
The two friends would forget, temporarily, that they were refined young gentlemen, whenever they were naked and aroused together like this. On such occasions, each thought of the other as just another hot gay stud—just another mouth and ass for him to fuck, just another big dick for him to suck or to take up his own ass, in turn.
At moments like this, the two friends’ relationship became purely physical. And Markus loved it! He loved being treated like a sex object, screwed to exhaustion by his buddy.
Opening his mouth wide, Markus enveloped Lajos’s thick, turgid cockhead with his warm, juicy orifice, pushing his lips down around the circumference of the hard-throbbing shaft, until he had forced all of the penis inside his yawning mouth and his nostrils were being tickled by Lajos’s tangled, sweaty pubic hairs.
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