Nikola and Markus, who were still lying on the gym floor in repose, their eyes fixed on the two naked athletes who’d engaged in the pose-off, began to get worked up. Without bothering to get up from the floor, they stirred, and they wriggled their way out of their remaining sweaty gym clothes, until they, too, were both stark naked, lying with open legs, their hard, long extensions of solid prick throbbing along their flat, muscled bellies.
With Arpad observing them, the other two young bodybuilders began to make love.
Markus reached out and grasped Nikola’s massive penis firmly with his hand. “So,” Markus said, casually. “You and Jozsef have been seeing each other?”
“We—uh—he’s been giving me some training tips,” Nikola stammered.
Glancing at Jozsef, Markus saw that the gym owner had a big, smug smirk on his face.
“I bet he has,” Markus said. “And who better to show you the ropes? Right now, though, let’s exercise this dick of yours. It looks as though it’s ready to be pumped up!”
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Nikola responded. “Not in front of Jozsef and the others guys.”
Markus scoffed. “It’s an orgy, buddy!” he reminded Nikola. “We’re here to have sex. Don’t be shy. Jozsef won’t mind, I’m sure. And neither will anybody else!”
Still a bit shy, Nikola instinctively pulled away slightly, but Markus didn’t let him go, and this had the effect of exciting Nikola further. His beautiful body, already flushed from sexual excitement, turned a deeper rosy hue. Markus began to manipulate him slowly, and Nikola closed his eyes, breathing heavily, his deep breaths quickly escalating first into sighs and then becoming loud, passionate moans.
Suddenly, without opening his eyes, he grabbed Markus’s dick and he began to pump forcefully—almost brutally—on it. As hypersensitive, as keyed up as he already was, this unexpected gesture made Markus nearly explode in a torrent of semen on the spot. But, wanting to postpone his ejaculation for as long as possible, he slid out of Nikola’s grip.
“Stand up,” Markus told the boy.
When Nikola did so, Markus repositioned himself, too. He got down on his knees on the floor mat before the other young man. Markus was perspiring, the result of the bench pressing he’d done with Arpad, combined with his intense arousal. The hot sweat emerged as beads of moisture on his face, chest, and back, and it ran in wet trickles down over the rest of his body.
With one hand under Nikola’s balls and the other stroking his thick cockshaft, Markus seized his prickhead between his lips and he began to suck on the bloated meat. Nikola gasped with excitement and he pulled Markus’s head in against his groin until Markus nearly gagged. Gradually, Markus slipped his face backward from the other guy’s groin, relinquishing Nikola’s cockshaft inch by inch, and grazing it with his teeth.
“Don’t bite, dude,” Nikola pleaded. “Just suck!”
Markus held Nikola by his smooth, hard buttocks, and Nikola pulled him into his crotch again, running his fingers through Markus’s disheveled, sweaty hair. Markus worked his mouth more and more furiously, sucking the cock until he lost all track of time. The tension in Nikola’s sturdy physique, his knotted muscles, betrayed the fact that he was enjoying what Markus was doing to him—as did his stifled, guilty grunts and mews of pleasure.
But then, suddenly, after long delicious minutes, Nikola’s cock began pulsing madly. Stifling louder sobs of pleasure, he ejaculated, and he forced-fed Markus his thick, creamy, salty-flavored cum. Gulping, choking, Markus swallowed it all, the semen searing his tongue and the inside of his mouth before it slid down his throat and sent a hot wave of wild, utterly sexual response tingling through his entire body.
Markus held the cock in his mouth until he was certain he had ingested every drop which Nikola had to give him, including the final sluggish dribbles which emerged from the boy’s spent male organ.
Tastes so good, Markus exulted. Oh, his cum tastes so damn good! There’s nothing like the taste of another muscle man’s fresh, hot load—in your mouth, down your throat! Cum! Yeah, cum! It’s got a flavor like nothing else. A flavor which makes you want to eat a lot of it!
You may be Jozsef’s new fuck boy, kid, but now I’ve had you, too! Okay, I admit it. Generous of Jozsef, to share his boy toy with me!
Markus got up, brushing against Nikola’s legs with his knees, and when he was standing erect against the other young man he kissed him on the mouth. Nikola, to his delight, not only let him do it—he returned the kiss. He even slipped Markus his tongue. He’d gotten over his shyness, and quite decisively! After long, breathtaking moments, reluctantly, Nikola broke the kiss and pulled away, wiping his lips.
“Damn,” he gasped. “I can taste my own cum in your mouth, big man! That was one hell of a good blow job. Jozsef’s told me how hot you are. Now I know he wasn’t kidding!”
Markus pressed his body against Nikola’s to demonstrate the ferocity of his own need, and he began to push Nikola down by his shoulders, to urge Nikola to blow him in return. But then Markus glanced up and he saw Arpad standing there, nearby, looking at them—in an acute state of arousal.
“No, wait,” Markus suggested. “My buddy—take care of him.” He pushed Nikola, who was quite willing, toward Arpad.
Arpad still stood where he was, his own cock unfurling into erection quite uncomfortably inside his jockstrap, which kept his hard-on pressed tightly against his stomach. Then he was aware that Nikola was standing nude by his side, pressing his sizeable, thick, juicy-looking prick against his thigh. Arpad could smell the aroused animal maleness of the other young guy, and, like a sleepwalker, he lifted his arms and allowed himself to be undressed by his fellow weightlifter. Nikola pulled Arpad’s tank top over his head and off, and then he opened the waistband of Arpad’s sweatpants and drew them down to his ankles, so that Arpad could step out of them and kick the pants aside.
Once he was completely stripped, jockstrap and all, Arpad felt Nikola grab hold of his man-sized weapon, fondling it, squeezing the wet, pulsating knob.
“Ah, Arpad, you’ve sure got a nice big one,” the other bodybuilder exclaimed, excitedly, in a voice hoarsened by desire, which made everything he said sound sexy. Nikola’s other hand was between Arpad’s ass cheeks, stroking the soft hair which lined the cleft between them, rubbing the puckered rim of his anal opening with urgent, passionate strokes. “Muscle cock,” Nikola declared. “I like it!”
“Yeah? How do you feel about muscle ass?” Arpad retorted.
“I like that, too.”
“Then try this hole on for size, dude!” Arpad urged.
With a moan of delirious desire, Arpad pushed his butt back into Nikola’s palm, inviting the other tautly-muscled stud to push his fingers up inside his craving anal canal.
He had now caught hold of Nikola’s own thick, hefty dick and he was kneading the throbbing phallus in his hand, hot lust sweeping through him in waves.
Nikola didn’t hesitate, but hastily jammed two fingers up into Arpad’s waiting asshole and began mercilessly to finger-fuck him, while continuing to pump on the other guy’s rigidly outstretched penis.
Arpad felt the fingers push their way deep into his anus. Continuing to moan with excitement, he swayed his hips and forth, feeling the hot jism rising in his loins while his cock was erotically massaged by Nikola’s fist.
Meanwhile, Markus hadn’t been idle. Far from showing any jealousy at the sight of Arpad indulging himself with Nikola, he smiled at his fuck buddy, urging him on. Then Markus approached Jozsef.
“With your permission, sir—?” Markus asked, archly. “If a mere novice can dare to approach a famous bodybuilder like you—?”
“Yes? Want my autograph?” Jozsef joked, playing along.
“No. I’d like to lick and suck every part of that magnificent body of yours!” Markus blurted out, mimicking the way he thought a starstruck kid like Nikola might make the request. He was also determined to prove that his buddy Arpad had no monopoly when it came to boldness!<
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Jozsef grinned. “Permission granted, my boy.” He raised his arms above his head. “You can begin by working on my sweaty pits. Get a good taste of them. And, when you get to my nipples—you know I like to have them bitten, not just sucked! Chew on the motherfuckers. Knock yourself out.”
Soon, while Arpad and Nikola continued to play with each other, Jozsef found himself the object not only of Markus’s attentions, but of Gusztav’s and Otto’s, as well. With Markus hungrily kissing and licking the big bodybuilder’s chest, remembering to sink his teeth into the nipples and tug on them with his teeth, Gusztav got down on his knees in front of Jozsef and sucked his cock. Otto squatted behind his friend, separated his butt cheeks, and buried his face between them. Jozsef shuddered with delight, reacting to the triple stimulation of Markus’s lips and tongue and teeth on his nips, Gusztav’s mouth on his prick, and Otto’s tongue probing and swabbing out his ass.
“Aw, fuck, fucking hell! You guys are driving me wild. Ganging up on me—God, I’m so fucking turned on! I’m glad I decided to throw this party,” Jozsef gloated. “This is my idea of a workout! Hot men—a gym full of hot muscle men—yeah, that’s what I like to see!”
Gently, Arpad disengaged himself from Nikola. “I’m going to come, if we keep this up,” he warned the other young man, whom he kissed on the mouth. “Give me a minute to catch my breath and calm down.” Arpad smiled. “Why don’t you go over there and help yourself to a slice of that stud Jozsef?” he whispered. “There seems to be plenty of him to go around.”
Nikola went over to Jozsef, and Markus generously stepped back and let Nikola take over the body worshipping duties. Meanwhile, Gusztav and Otto continued to service Jozsef, fore and aft, blowing and rimming him with unabated lust.
“Ah, lick me, suck me, kid!” Jozsef cried, addressing Nikola. “Damn, boy, you know what I like!” he moaned—inadvertently confirming, in the heat of his passion, Markus’s suspicions about just how intimate he and Nikola were. “And you, Gusztav, you suck my cock! Swallow it! Choke on it! Deep-throat the motherfucker, boy! Suck! And you, Otto, you old whore—kiss and lick and suck my ass! Eat out my hole! Yeah, we both know how much you like the taste of it! Suck ass, buddy! Suck ass! Don’t you dare stop. And that’s an order, you ass-licking muscle bitch!”
“Uh, your ass tastes so good, Jozsef.” Otto avowed, between tongue swipes of the other man’s flexing pucker. “Hot, like paprika—!”
“Like garlic, too,” Jozsef taunted him. “That’s a spicy butt! Get in there, deep, with that fucking tongue of yours! Clean out that shitter of mine, buddy! You know you’re hungry for it. Go on, bitch. Eat your fill! Eat out that ass!”
Chapter Sixteen: A Little Privacy
During a break in the activities, the men availed themselves of the various liquid refreshments.
But it wasn’t long before their hyperactive libidos kicked in again, stirring up new surges of desire in their groins.
Otto, who’d been chatting with Jozsef while they drank, drew him toward where Markus stood. Familiarly, Otto threw one huge arm across Markus’s broad shoulders.
“This is a big, strapping boy! So, Jozsef—would you mind if I borrow your handsome boyfriend for a while?” Otto asked.
“Go right ahead. But Markus will be the first to say that he doesn’t think of himself as my ‘boyfriend,’ I’m afraid,” Jozsef replied.
Otto glanced around. “I know this is a strange thing to say at an orgy, but I wouldn’t mind a little privacy. So that Markus and I can amuse ourselves, away from prying eyes—?”
“Use the couch in my office,” Jozsef suggested. “It’s seen plenty of sex in its time. I left the door unlocked.”
Markus had been in Jozsef’s office, often, although—interestingly enough—he’d never been invited to have sex there. He couldn’t help speculating which members of the gym, or its staff, Jozsef may have entertained on that couch!
Meanwhile, he showed Otto the way.
The couch in question, positioned against one wall, was a long, roomy, old one, its leather well worn by age, and its cushions thoroughly broken in.
Otto sat on the edge of the couch. His sexual equipment, jutting up from his groin, was large and impressive, as befitted his physique.
“Jozsef’s told me so much about you,” he said. “How hot you are. He promised me I’d have a chance to play around with you.”
“Don’t I get a say in the matter?” Markus joked.
Otto leered at him. “What’s the matter? Do you find me unattractive? Repulsive?”
“Well—hardly,” Markus admitted.
“Okay, then,” Otto grunted. “This is our chance to get to know each other—sexually. Come on over here and get down on your knees. Get down on your knees, and suck me. Suck my cock!”
Otto was behaving a bit arrogantly, taking Markus’s willingness for granted. Markus experienced a flicker of resentment, but he quickly got over it. He was willing, indeed eager, to have sex with Jozsef’s pro bodybuilder buddy.
Fuck it, Markus thought, but the son of bitch is hot! I want him!
Markus walked over to the big muscle man and knelt in between his spread legs, leaning his forearms on Otto’s thighs, which were hard and inflexible, providing him with no cushioning. Markus took the guy’s big, thick cock in both of his hands, and the penis responded immediately, stiffening into a fuller degree of erection and pulsating with lust. Markus wet his lips and brushed them back and forth over the head of the penis, squeezing its shaft with his hand and feeling it respond even more avidly. Then he gave other man what he wanted—a hot, wet mouth surrounding his cock. He blew the sexy visitor from out of town with all the oral skill he had at his disposal.
The mouthful of hot, hard cock which Markus now found himself slurping on drove all lingering resentment from his mind. Otto could be as smug and cocky, as demanding, as he wanted to be. Now, far from feeling that he was being used, the younger bodybuilder was half in love with the older guy!
“Suck, baby!” Otto cried. “That’s right, you pretty muscle boy. Suck! Suck cock!”
Otto didn’t stop Markus from caressing his thighs, his taut, ridged belly, his muscular yet resilient pectorals and the hot spikes of his nipples. He was responding eagerly to the blow job, breathing very deeply and suppressing gasps of excitement.
“I knew you’d be good,” Otto declared. “Every bit as good as Jozsef told me you’d be. I can’t be bothered, wasting my times on young guys who think they’re still straight. I like a gay muscle fuck! I can tell when a boy likes cock. When he’s no virgin, when he knows what he’s doing—how to satisfy another man—!”
Markus knew that Otto was coming close to the end. He felt the man’s hands on his shoulders and he thought for a moment that the stud’s tough-guy, top man posture, which had already been stretched to the breaking point, was going to collapse altogether, and that Otto would deign to enfold him in a man-to-man caress. But instead Otto took Markus’s shoulders in a strong grip and he pushed him away, forcing the naked young bodybuilder to pull his lips off his dick.
The hard-on, wet with saliva, throbbed hotly in front of Markus’s eyes. The kneeling youth stared at it lustfully for a long moment, wanting it back in his mouth. Then Markus looked up at the other guy’s face, imploringly. Mutely, he begged Otto to let him have his cock again—and to blast his sperm down his throat.
Otto’s face was aflame with desire, and his eyes gave his lust away. They were blue flames, with hot black coals in their centers.
“No,” he panted, getting up from the couch. “I don’t want it that way any longer. Lie down here. On your belly, boy. Ass up! I’m going to take that hole of yours. If it hasn’t been stretched by a really large muscle cock before, then it’s sure as hell going to be stretched by one now. You understand?”
“I think I get the general idea,” Markus said, lying on his belly and spreading his legs.
The other man didn’t waste any time. He climbed onto Markus’s back. Jo
zsef had provided lubricants, in the weight room, but they’d forgotten to bring one of the containers with them to the office. Markus paid for that omission now. Undeterred by the lack of lube, Otto simply rammed his unlubricated cock forward and down, its thick head rending Markus’s sphincter muscle so brutally that the younger weightlifter, who’d folded his arms under his chin to pillow his head, bit into his own forearm, to stifle a scream of pain.
“Shush,” Otto hissed, into Markus’s ear. “This is what we both know you like—having a hard, hot cock shoved up your ass!”
“I do want it, but, goddamn it! Go easy, can’t you? Not so rough. You’re hurting me!”
“Man up! Take it!” Otto advised.
“Please—!”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch. You’re getting fucked. Big deal! Plenty of other muscle guys have had this dick of mine shoved up their butts, and none of them complained. Man up and take it. Oh, yeah, take that cock, in your hot little manhole—you sweet muscle bitch, you—you hot fuck—! Raped,” Otto growled, savagely. “Have your ass raped, and learn to love it!”
“Oh, my God!” Markus screamed.
“God can’t help you, boy. Your hot daddy Jozsef, who’s so crazy about you, he isn’t here to protect you, either. He’s handed you over to me, for me to use. No, your ass is mine! I’m going to show you the meaning of a real muscle fuck!”
Otto’s arms went around Markus’s waist, and he shoved and pumped until his dickshaft was inserted in Markus’s rectum all the way and his hipbones were crushing Markus’s buttocks. For good measure, Otto grabbed Markus’s nipples, pinching, wrenching, and tugging on them, sending jolts of hot pain shooting through Markus’s pecs. Otto thrashed about on top of the other powerfully muscled nude body like a wild animal, obviously impatient to get his rocks off. Just as Markus was beginning to adjust to his fucker’s massive size and rough technique, just as he was almost starting to find a perverse pleasure in submitting to the abuse and he admitted to himself that he enjoyed having the guy’s cock in his ass, it was all over, in a hot wet shower of jism which seemed to saturate Markus’s traumatized anal membranes, soaking them completely.
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