Musclebros

by Emeric Varady

  His lips, completing their descent on the dickshaft, collided with and caressed the twin swell of Lajos’s balls. His nose was filled by the intoxicating odor of another male in heat, as he relaxed his throat and he allowed the cockhead to slide inside it. Then Markus began to suck. He licked Lajos’s prick tantalizingly, suctioning hard on the glans, swallowing it right down into his throat, while his tongue kept up its steady rubbing and tickling of the pulsating shaft which filled his mouth and which kept his lips stretched obscenely wide open around all of that solid flesh.

  “Uh, shit! You’ve got to have the best mouth in Budapest, dude!” Lajos exclaimed. “No—the best mouth, the hottest, in Hungary! Cocksucker! Oh, you sexy, horny fucking cocksucker, you!”

  Spurred on by the praise, Markus used his fingers to tickle Lajos’s heavy balls. He tugged on them, as though he wanted literally to milk the hot sperm right out of them and squirt it down his throat in order to soothe his burning sexual thirst. Markus was sure that his erotic oral performance would make Lajos want to come in his mouth—but, as things turned out. Lajos didn’t.

  Instead, Lajos suddenly eased his wet prick out of Markus’s mouth, and then he pushed him flat on his back on the bed and he jammed his hand up between Markus’s legs to torment his asshole, by rubbing and even pinching the taut flesh of the sphincter rim, stimulating the pucker until Markus started moaning and thrashing from side to side on the mattress under Lajos in hot, unashamed anal arousal.

  Markus was frantic to be fucked, as ready for Lajos as he’d ever been to receive another man’s cock up his ass—and eager for Lajos to take advantage of the fact. Markus wanted his friend to ram that huge, hard dick of his up into his asshole and fuck him until his rectum was filled with cock as thoroughly, as excitingly, as his mouth and throat had just been plugged.

  Lajos, panting, knelt between Markus’s thighs and forced them open with his knee, his fingers still exploring the rim of Markus’s manhole, teasing it, driving Markus wild.

  “Can’t wait to get in there,” Lajos said. “Yeah—you’re horny for it already, aren’t you?” he observed, with a hoarse grunt of satisfaction. “You want to get fucked tonight, don’t you, big man?”

  “I want you to give me a fuck to remember you by,” Markus responded. “One that’ll hold me until the next time you set me up with a john who wants to pound my whore hole.”

  “You’re going to get it. I’m ready to fuck you, stud. I’m going to fuck that hot ass right off of you!”

  “Do it, if you’re man enough,” Markus retorted, feverishly. “I’m so hot for your cock tonight, I can’t stand it. Hurry up and fuck me, Lajos!”

  “Then shut your mouth and open your hole,” was the other young man’s crude response. Panting, he lifted his hand to his lips, drooled a mouthful of saliva onto his palm, and smeared it over his cock.

  “I’ve got lube, you know,” Markus said.

  “I’m in the mood to take you with just a little bit of spit,” Lajos declared. Then, gasping for breath, he lifted Markus’s legs, guiding them around his waist, and his throbbing erection forced its way between the handsome muscle guy’s buttocks and then inside his lusting anal channel, inch after thick, solid inch.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s good. Give it to me—all of it, every fucking inch of your prick,” Markus moaned.

  “Take it!” Lajos grunted.

  Markus choked with passion, his throat going dry, his entire body rocking from the sudden impact when his new fuck buddy drove the full length of his cock deep into his asshole, jabbing at his prostate. Then Lajos began to fuck him, furiously, raising and lowering himself on top of Markus’s shuddering body to pump his prickshaft in and out his guts, again and again.

  He fucked Markus with a monomaniacal abandon. Twisting his head down, he closed his mouth around the peak of one of Markus’s firm pectoral mounds and he sucked on the nipple, his tongue caressing the swollen tit flesh, rubbing back and forth over it with a scraping pressure, like a file working on metal.

  Markus groaned. He could feel the muscles in his anus straining to fit themselves around the very thick, unyielding cylinder which Lajos was pounding deep into his rectum. He could also feel his body melt and tingle and smolder with pure physical desire, from the bottom of his cock-stuffed bowel all the way to his hot, burning sphincter ring, which was stretched taut around the bulk of Lajos’s dickshaft.

  “Jesus Christ, boy! I always thought you were kind of a wimp. Guess I was wrong, huh? Screw me, Lajos! Make me come!” Markus yelled. “Fuck me, stud! Fuck me harder! Faster! Do it to me, fucker. Oh, hell, I’m so hot and horny down there, deep in my asshole. My ass feels like it’s burning up and melting around your big, hard prick. Shit! Your cock good feels so good in me, fucking me like this! I’m really horny, goddamn it. My asshole’s wide open for you, you hung son of a bitch! So take it—fuck it—take it and fuck it! Uh, that cock! That cock of yours, inside me, deep in my hole! We’re fucking, man—fucking—and it feels so damn good!”

  “Yeah, we’re fucking, all right,” Lajos growled lustfully in mid-lunge, his prick brutalizing the interior of Markus’s tender anal tunnel. “Beg me for it, Markus. Beg me to screw your hot ass for you, to blast a hot load of cum into your sexy, horny butt! I could always pull out right now, you know, and just use my hand on dick to get off, instead of trying to satisfy that hungry whore hole of yours. Yeah, I think I should just jerk off, and spray my goddamn jizz all over your butt—!”

  “Don’t you dare! God, no! You little bastard! You fucker! You prickteaser! You’d better keep it in me, buddy, and go on fucking me with it, if you know what’s good for you. I’m begging you for it, if that’s what you want, so have a heart, buddy. You know how much I want it in me. Fuck me until we both come. I’m going to shoot, Lajos, any minute now. I can’t help it, I can’t hold it back! I need to shoot off, too. But not until I can feel you sending your spunk right up into my asshole, filling me, breeding me. That’s when I want to come!”

  “Well—you hot-assed motherfucker—you’d better get ready. Because that’s exactly what’s about to happen—and right about now!” Lajos roared, as the searing, jerking ejaculatory spasms suddenly shook his powerful body from head to foot. A first hot wet spurt of his male fluid escaped from the piss slit in his cockhead, and it shot deep into Markus’s rectum. Markus felt himself being bred, and his own excitement peaked.

  His pleasure-wracked asshole began to clench and unclench, to convulse and ripple around the impaling bulk of Lajos’s unloading cock, spasming in the delirious throes of orgasm, with Markus’s own overexcited dick shivering and throbbing as it pulsed its way through an aching erotic release of the tension which Lajos’s expert and prolonged fucking had built up in Markus’s loins.

  Markus shot, blasting his sperm in thick white blobs all over Lajos’s chest and stomach muscles, the sluggish flow dripping down his fucker’s sweaty flesh to soil his own writhing torso as well. Grunting, Lajos only seemed to come harder, his fuck tool still implanted deep within the other guy’s ass.

  They came together that way, exactly as Markus had hoped they would. In fact, they came and came, until Markus thought that their lurid mutual ecstasy would never end, and that his asshole would end up clogged with its load of Lajos’s frothy jism. His own generous outpouring of semen oozed slowly over his hot, sweaty skin.

  Finally, though, Lajos stopped ejaculating. After a moment’s much-needed rest, lying on top of Markus’s limp body, he gently pulled his cock out of Markus’s ass. He rolled off the other man’s still feverishly excited body, and he stretched out languidly on the mattress beside him, with his broad, hairy chest pumping up and down from his labored breathing.

  Both guys were worn out after the intense fuck. But, paradoxically, Markus wasn’t really tired at all. He felt reinvigorated—ready to do it all over again, and then some. He might as well give Lajos a proper sendoff.

  “God, I’m wrecked,” Lajos admitted, happily. “Now, that’s my idea of a g
oing-away present! Which reminds me. What can I bring you back, from Europe?”

  “Nothing. Just get back safely, yourself,” Markus replied.

  “Maybe I can find something for that rustic vacation home of yours,” Lajos mused. “What goes with knotty pine and rattan? And along with infestations of insects and rodents?”

  Markus laughed. “You talk as though it’s a log cabin, or a shack!”

  “Country living,” Lajos said, with a sigh. “I still don’t see the appeal of it.”

  Markus rolled over on top of the other man, and kissed him. “Let’s explore the appeal of this,” he suggested, reaching down and grasping Lajos’s limp cock. Responding to Markus’s fondling, the male organ quickly began to recover its rigidity. “Fuck me again,” Markus invited Lajos, lewdly. “I can sit on it, this time, and ride this motherfucker. Or, if you prefer, I’ll screw you.”

  “We really ought to get some sleep,” Lajos protested, not very convincingly.

  “You can sleep late in the morning. Right now, I want you wide awake, hard up, and horny.”

  “You may have to settle for two out of three,” a drowsy Lajos warned his bedmate. “But, what the hell? Go ahead. Have your way with me.”

  Chapter Twelve: American Muscle

  It was early on a Saturday afternoon, and Markus and Jozsef were taking advantage of the fine summer weather by enjoying a stroll downtown. They were on one of the promenades which provided a fine view of the Danube. Other people had obviously had the same idea, and there was a great deal of pedestrian traffic.

  “Everybody who walks past us turns his head to stare,” Jozsef claimed. “They envy me because I’ve got such a gorgeous young lover.”

  “You exaggerate,” Markus replied. “Not everybody’s looking at us. And lots of those who do, are more interested in you.”

  “I wonder if any of these pretty young boys are looking for a daddy,” Jozsef speculated, idly.

  “Feel free to ‘adopt’ one of them, if you find one who appeals to you.”

  Diplomatically, Markus didn’t say that he really thought of Jozsef as a very good friend, and a fuck buddy, rather than as a lover, in the sense in which the older man no doubt meant the word. The other bodybuilder was more “into” Markus than Markus was “into” him. That was too bad, in a way. Markus knew that if he wanted a real, steady boyfriend, he could do much worse than Jozsef. But Markus was honest, with himself and with others. He and Jozsef both never hesitated to prostitute themselves. But Markus wasn’t quite enough of a whore to suck up to his friend and give him false hopes.

  They’d paused at an intersection, waiting for the traffic signal to change, when they both noticed two bulgingly muscular men walking toward them on the sidewalk.

  The other pedestrians were young, in their mid-twenties, about Markus’s own age. They wore designer jeans and expensive looking track shoes, and tight-fitting T-shirts which showed off their torso and arms. One guy’s shirt was hot pink. The other guy’s shirt was lime green.

  They were a salt-and-pepper pair. The strapping youth in the green shirt was a fair-skinned, blue-eyed blond. His companion, in pink, was coal black, in striking contrast to him. The blond had pink, cleanshaven cheeks, and a boyish look about him. The black man could use a shave.

  The blond had in his hand a paperback book which, even from the distance, Markus recognized by its cover. It was a popular English-language guidebook to Budapest, sold in many places throughout the city.

  “That’s quite a pair,” Jozsef remarked. “Prime beef on the hoof, as I always say.”

  “Yeah,” Markus agreed. “Tourists, obviously. Do you think they’re a couple? Lovers? Fuck buddies?”

  Jozsef grinned. “If they aren’t, then it’s a waste.”

  They were observing the two hulks, perhaps none too discreetly. Then the foreigners glanced in their direction, and both young men gave a double take. They seemed startled to have encountered two fellow bodybuilders, unexpectedly, on the street.

  The blond guy peered at Jozsef more intently.

  “Oh, holy fuck!” he blurted out to his companion, in English, and in a stage whisper which carried farther than he no doubted intended. “You know who that guy is, don’t you?”

  “No, who?” the black stud responded.

  “That’s Jozsef Somogyi!”

  “Oh, yeah, I think you’re right.” Now the black guy seemed equally excited.

  “Fans,” Markus murmured to Jozsef. “You’ve been spotted.” It wasn’t the first time Jozsef had been recognized in a public place. Enthusiasts of the iron game often came up to him, introduced themselves, and engaged him in conversation, expressing their admiration of him. When this happened while Markus was in Jozsef’s company, he basked in the older man’s reflected glow. Jozsef always took care to include him in the conversation.

  “Let’s be friendly,” Jozsef suggested. “And see where it leads.”

  He and Markus tried to look casual as they strolled toward the two English speakers.

  “Americans?” Jozsef inquired, politely.

  “Yes. You’re Jozsef Somogyi, aren’t you?” the blond asked.

  Jozsef smiled. “I’m afraid I am. I’m flattered you know me. This is my friend Markus. Our English may not be very good, but if you gentlemen need directions, or—?”

  “It’s so exciting to meet you,” the blond gushed. “I’m Andy, and this is Neil.”

  “Nice to meet you both,” Markus purred, as handshakes were made all around.

  “And you’re from—?” Jozsef prompted the Americans.

  “Chicago,” Neil said. “We’re here on vacation. We just got in from Vienna last night. Took the train.”

  “I hope you’re enjoying your stay here in Budapest, so far,” Markus said.

  “We sure are.” Andy seemed quite outgoing and bubbly, compared to his traveling companion—who was just as friendly, but perhaps a little more restrained. “We’ve liked everything we’ve seen here so far.” As he spoke, perhaps unconsciously, his eyes darted back and forth between the two Hungarians, assessing their physiques through their clothes. Markus fought back a smirk. It was quite obvious to him that Andy liked what he was looking at, right now!

  Maybe Jozsef and I aren’t St. Stephen’s Basilica or The Museum of Fine Arts, Markus thought. But we’ve been known to be a couple of tourist attractions, in our own right!

  “Maybe you can help us,” Neil suggested.

  “Sure. Anything,” Markus said.

  “We’re looking for a good place to have lunch. We ate kind of heavy yesterday. All that rich Austrian cuisine! It was hard to resist, even though we knew it was bad for us. Now we’re hoping to find something to eat that won’t mess up our diets too much. Any suggestions?”

  “You’re in luck,” Jozsef said. “Markus and I know a place near here, which is excellent. They know us there, and they’re willing to cater to our dietary whims.”

  “If you’d like to give it a try,” Markus interjected, “then maybe you wouldn’t mind if we joined you? I’m getting hungry. Aren’t you, Jozsef?”

  “I’m famished.”

  “We can make it a foursome,” Markus suggested. This time he was the one who’d made an unconscious innuendo.

  “Oh, that’s be great,” Andy declared, with fervor.

  “We like to meet Americans. It gives us a chance to practice our English,” Jozsef said.

  “You both speak it really well,” Neil assured him. “I’ve got an English-Hungarian phrase book here in my pocket, but every time I pull it out and give it a try, so far all I’ve gotten are blank looks. I must be mangling your language something awful.”

  Markus laughed. “Well, at the restaurant, you’ll have us to translate for you, if need be. Come on. It’s this way.”

  Inside the restaurant, the four well-built men seated themselves around the rather small table, an operation which required them to squeeze in close to it, so that their knees tended to touch under the tabletop. No one in
the party found this intimate proximity and contact at all objectionable—rather, quite the opposite!

  Four pairs of massively muscled arms held up the menus for perusal.

  Their waiter, Dezso, was an old acquaintance, who greeted Jozsef and Markus by name. A young gay man, he flirted shamelessly not only with the two Hungarians, but with their American companions—who weren’t shy about flirting right back.

  Jozsef ordered a custom combo which wasn’t on the printed menu—two boiled chicken breasts, without any sauce, steamed mixed vegetables, without any seasoning, and whole wheat pasta shells, cooked al dente, again without any sauce.

  “Good Lord,” Neil exclaimed. “Dieting is dieting, but that sounds downright austere!”

  Jozsef smiled. “See that?” He indicated a third shaker on the table, next to the salt and pepper shakes. “That’s paprika. I’ll sprinkle a little of that on everything, to make it a bit more palpable. No,” he corrected himself. “That’s not right. I meant to say ‘palatable,’ didn’t I?”

  “I think so,” Andy said.

  “I’m afraid I’m going to shock you guys, too,” Markus warned. “I’ll have my steak tartare,” he told the waiter. “Made my usual way, please.”

  “Okay, I’m getting hungrier, just from listening to you men exercise such restraint,” Andy said. “What can I have that’s Hungarian, but not too high-calorie?”

  “You ought to try the stuffed cabbage,” Markus suggested. “It’s usually served with sour cream on top, but you can ask them to serve it on the side. Sour cream is fattening, I know, but a little bit can’t hurt you.”

  “Fine, I’ll have that,” Andy told the waiter. “And you, Neil? What looks good to you?”

  “Aw, what the—!” Neil broke off before he uttered an obscenity. “I can try to eat something lighter tonight at dinner, maybe. Right now, I’ve worked up an appetite, with all this sightseeing. Give me the potato and egg casserole. That sounds delicious, from the description.”

  “Very good, sir,” Dezso said, ogling Neil in a way which suggested he thought the black man looked quite delicious, himself.