Musclebros

by Emeric Varady

  “Okay, stud, you’ve nailed it, you’re in there—all the way—you big-dicked son of a bitch! Now fuck it! Come on, make good use of that hole! Come on, goddamn you, I need cock in there! Start pushing that dick of yours in and out of me. Yeah, like that. Just like that! Good job. Take your time, stud,” Arpad muttered. “Work that hole of mine. Yeah, work it slow and sweet! Give me a good fucking.”

  Markus was experiencing delicious torment. Fucking Arpad’s butch ass was getting him so hot that he fully expected his flesh to melt. Already, he knew that this extreme pleasure was too intense to last long. It would have to come to its inevitable explosive end, and soon. All too soon!

  “Oh, your ass,” Markus moaned.

  “Like it?” Arpad asked him.

  “I love it!”

  “And I’m loving the way you’re pounding my hole, buddy,” Arpad assured him. “Go ahead, don’t feel you have to hold back. Give me everything you’ve got. Fuck me rough. I can take it. I like it that way. When I get fucked, I want to be fucked by a real man, who’ll take charge and use my hole. I’m not one of those dumb macho guys who thinks there’s something unmanly about giving up my ass to another guy. Men should fuck and get fucked, back and forth, taking turns. That’s the really masculine way for them to have sex together.”

  Markus couldn’t have agreed more!

  “We get along just fine, don’t we?” Arpad asked. “That’s because we’re two of a kind. And you’ve got at least two of the things it takes to be more than just my gym buddy. A hot body and a big dick. Oh, make that three things. A strong sex drive, too. You seem to have plenty of stamina. I like a guy who can work out hard at the gym, and then pump with his cock as hard as he pumps the iron.”

  Spurred on by Arpad’s praise, Markus strove even harder to satisfy the other man—and himself.

  “Come in my ass,” Arpad begged. He sounded less cocky now, his arrogance yielding to his lust, to the intense pleasure he was deriving from having his anus invaded so thoroughly. “Yeah, come in my ass, stud! I want to feel your hot stuff squirting into me.”

  Markus groaned. “You’re about to get your wish,” he promised. “I’m just about there.”

  “Then come, Markus, buddy,” Arpad moaned. “Come!”

  Whorishly, he titled his butt up at a higher angle, at the same time pressing his ass cheeks back into Markus’s groin, and rotating them in a lewd grinding motion. That did it for Markus. The sudden, extra stimulation, the awareness that Arpad wanted his cum in his ass so desperately, was too much for him to withstand. Unable to delay his orgasm any longer, he gave in to it. He felt the familiar strong throbbing of his cock as it unloaded, and his liquid lust gushed out of it, into the depths of Arpad’s ass. Lost in the joy of coming, Markus fucked his way through his ejaculation, breeding the other bodybuilder’s ass.

  Finished, he pulled his cock out of Arpad’s butt, and he slumped down on the bed, amid its tangle of sheets. Semen still dripped from his piss slit. Slowly, voluptuously, Arpad turned around on the bed, raising one hand to brush a sweaty lock of his hair back from his face. He smiled at Markus.

  “I like the way you fuck,” he said.

  “I like the way you take it.” Markus replied.

  “I know you like it both ways—”

  “I do.”

  “But If you don’t mind, I won’t fuck you, not right now. Next time, okay? I always like to keep something in reserve, to keep the other guy interested and give him an incentive to see me again.” Before Markus could blurt out that he hardly needed an excuse to see Arpad again, nor was he likely to lose interest in him, his bedmate went on, “But I didn’t shoot when you shot off in my ass. I saved it. You’d like to see me come, now, wouldn’t you?”

  “Hell, yeah,” Markus declared.

  “I want you to get on your knees. Jerk off yours while I jerk off mine. Then, when I’m just about ready to shoot, I’ll let you know. Then you open your mouth, so I can come right in it. I want you to swallow it.”

  “Sure,” Markus agreed, gasping for breath. He was so intensely aroused, so hot for Arpad, that he would have been willing to do anything the other guy demanded from him, no matter how perverse or humiliating. Having another man masturbate in front of him and ejaculate in his mouth scarcely even qualified as kinkiness.

  Markus moved quickly to obey. Arpad stood beside the bed, and Markus joined him, getting down on his knees at Arpad’s feet. He couldn’t wait to see the other muscle man’s huge cock explode and spew out its charge of semen. He was certain that the sight would be overwhelmingly erotic, and that it would help to trigger his own orgasm. Next time the two of them got together, Arpad had said he would fuck his ass. Markus intended to hold him to that promise. It would give him something to look forward to and to fantasize about, in the meantime. The mere thought of surrendering his ass to Arpad again made Markus feel even hotter.

  He crouched in front of Arpad, masturbating, as Arpad had instructed him to do. Arpad began jerking off, too. His foreskin, like Markus’s, was peeled back, exposing his swollen, agitated glans. Both men were leaking jism, evidence of their intense mutual arousal. Shamelessly, covetously, Markus gaped at the other guy’s prick. What a piece of meat, he thought, dazedly. Thick! Thick and hard! What a pair of big balls, too. Uh, I want to see that thing unload! I want this guy’s hot cum! In my mouth—down my throat—!

  Arpad was enjoying himself. Exerting his dominance over another bodybuilder increased his excitement, to the extent that he had to struggle to maintain self-control and prevent himself from coming too soon. He looked down, with a stern expression on his handsome face, at the equally good-looking stud who knelt so servilely at his feet. Markus had a rapt, worshipful look on his face, which was just what Arpad wanted to see. Both men were flushed, their skins turning red and perspiring heavily. Their eyes were glassy with desire.

  “Are you going to swallow my jizz, like a good boy?” Arpad asked.

  Fuck! a lust-dazed Markus thought. He sounds like Otto! Bossing me around. Calling me “boy.” Looks like that damn sex party put some ideas in his head. But what the hell? I kind of like it!

  “Yeah. Let me have it. Give it to me, please!”

  “Not until I’m good and ready.” Arpad’s hand was pumping more rapidly on his prickshaft.

  Markus groaned in frustration. He started jacking his own cock faster, more roughly.

  “Don’t come until I do,” Arpad warned him.

  Markus quaked with erotic anticipation. Being ordered around by the big muscle stud was incredibly arousing. There was a perverse pleasure to be found in submissiveness. He couldn’t ejaculate until Arpad did—he’d have to pace himself, prolong his masturbation, and time his self-induced orgasm just right. Oddly enough, he was finding this mutual masturbation to be almost as satisfying as having Arpad fuck him in the ass. He remembered fucking Arpad, how the other guy had taken his cock, obviously enjoying it. Markus knew from past experiences that Arpad would be every bit as good when he assumed the active role in anal intercourse.

  Markus had been mildly disappointed when Arpad hadn’t come while he was screwing him. Now, though, he was grateful that Arpad had saved his load. Soon, Markus would be able to watch that huge, dark-pink cockhead pulsate uncontrollably as it spat out its thick, wet white load. The delay, the suspense, was agony for him!

  “Not yet,” the hard-breathing Arpad gasped out. “How’re you holding up?”

  “My balls ache,” Markus complained. “I want to come so bad, it hurts.”

  “Good,” the other muscle man taunted. “I want you so hot that when you do pop, you’ll go crazy.”

  Markus groaned. He already felt crazed, insane with lust.

  “Keep jacking that big hard thing of yours,” he was instructed by his stern muscle master. Markus groaned again, in frustration and despair. Arpad was like a muscle god, a deity who demanded nothing less than total adoration from his worshippers.

  Arpad began to edge himself, prolonging hi
s pleasure, delaying his orgasm. He would give himself a few light, teasing strokes with his hand, but then he would pause. More fluid leaked from the gaping piss slit which split the tip of his prick. Collecting the pre-cum on the ball of his thumb, Arpad slowly, voluptuously spread it over his glans, making it slick. Markus stared at the other bodybuilder, unwilling to avert his gaze, afraid even to blink, for fear he might miss something. Markus had done something similar to himself many times, toying with himself while he masturbated—but it was even more exciting to watch another guy do it.

  And Arpad seemed just as fascinated by his own cock as Markus was obsessed with it. The goddamn stud was proud of his big cock, Markus surmised, and with good reason. He was exceptionally well hung. He really ought to peddle that dick and get paid for it, the way Markus did. He’d be real competition on the meat market!

  “You look like you’re about ready to bust your nuts,” Arpad observed, in a husky tone of voice. “Are you?”

  “Yeah, I’m getting close,” Markus panted. “I want to come when you do.”

  “I like to drag it out for as long as I can,” Arpad admitted. “Until I can’t stand it any longer, and I just have to shoot. That’s always hot. And it always makes me come extra hard and thick.”

  His cock jutted upward at an angle, like a derrick, its head aimed at the ceiling. He would have to use his hand to pull it down in order to jettison his load into Markus’s mouth. When he did so, Markus realized, that would be Markus’s signal that he needed to open his mouth. Wide! Arpad would surely force-feed him a mouth-filling, throat-choking torrent of fresh hot sperm! Markus’s lips and tongue, the interior of his mouth, his throat—they all felt dry and parched. He was thirsting for the soothing relief which the other guy’s semen would give him.

  “Work that prick,” Arpad demanded. “Get ready. I’m just about there.”

  At last! Markus wanted to shout, in triumph. But he maintained a tense, expectant silence, except for his labored breathing—and the steady, rhythmic slap of flesh upon flesh which his uninterrupted, increasingly desperate, masturbation created.

  Arpad was emitting similar sounds. He stared down at the way Markus was pumping on his cock with his fist, at the way Markus’s arm muscles bulged from the effort he was exerting, trying to squeeze the semen from his overexcited, tormented dick. The standing bodybuilder’s facial expression grew more intense, screwed up into a satyr-like mask of lust, an effect which the lewd, gloating gleam in his eyes and his sleep-disheveled mane of hair only emphasized. His whole big, hard-muscled body began to shake. He was getting close! So close, Markus realized with glee, that he wouldn’t be able to keep holding his orgasm back, even if he wanted to!

  “You hot goddamn muscle fuck!” Arpad yelled, abruptly, his face contorted, his body quivering. “Here it comes, you cocksucker!”

  Markus felt lightheaded and dizzy, almost faint, with longing. Frantically, he sped up the pumping action of his hand on his own tortured prick. Arpad lunged forward, pushing his cock downward, aiming it at Markus’s face.

  “Open your fucking mouth!” Arpad roared. But the command was superfluous. On cue, Markus had already opened his mouth, as wide as he could, and stuck out his tongue, also as far as he could force it from between his lips. At the same time, he thrust his face forward, toward that penis which was now pointed at him like a weapon.

  Cum erupted like a geyser from the gaping piss slit in Arpad’s glans. He sprayed his first few spurts of semen all over Markus’s face, before he corrected his aim and he fired his next thick wads directly into Markus’s mouth, and onto his protruding tongue.

  “Yeah, take that fucking jizz all over your face!” Arpad barked.

  Markus’s fist had finally done its work. He was ejaculating, too, with a force which was almost painful, his cum flying through the gap between Arpad’s legs and splattering all over the floor behind where he stood. Whimpering, Markus swallowed the other man’s sperm, while he milked himself dry of his own unusually copious load.

  Arpad maintained his domineering stance until he had finished ejecting his seed. Only then did he stumble backward. Markus slumped back with his buttocks resting on his heels, his mouth tingling with the lingering salty taste of Arpad’s cum, his throat coated with the residue of the male slime he’d swallowed so greedily.

  Panting for breath, Arpad stepped forward again. “Clean it off,” he commanded.

  Abjectly, Markus took the guy’s softening cock back inside his mouth. He sucked and slurped on it, soaking it in his saliva, which was flowing freely again, and licking it with his tongue. When he was confident that he’d washed it thoroughly, he released the now-flaccid male organ, with the greatest reluctance, giving it an impassioned goodbye kiss. Goodbye just for now, he promised himself. I’m going to suck that thing again, soon—and often!

  “Come back to bed,” Arpad gasped. “Whew! That was intense.”

  “Yeah,” Markus agreed.

  They climbed back onto the bed, where they got comfortable, relaxing and recovering from their violent orgasms.

  “You’re not bad as a sub, dude,” Arpad deigned to say. “I like a guy who knows how to follow orders.”

  “And I like a guy who knows how to give them. But don’t get too used to being the top,” Markus warned. “I like to fuck and get fucked, as the mood takes me. And just because I like to submit occasionally, that doesn’t mean I’m just a bottom. As you ought to know, by now.”

  “Got it, tough guy,” Arpad murmured. “Next time, you can order me around. Ought to be fun!”

  “We always have fun together, don’t we?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  “I’ve come to a decision,” Markus said, as he lay there in the other muscle man’s arms.

  “Have you? Which is?” Arpad inquired.

  “I want to try to be less of a whore.”

  Arpad, to Markus’s chagrin, couldn’t help laughing.

  “Oh, nice,” Markus complained. “You’re being very supportive.”

  “Sorry,” Arpad gasped, still fighting his impulse to guffaw. “You, dude, less of a whore? A tough sell, even you have to admit.”

  “Is it that impossible? Am I that much of a slut?” Markus asked, plaintively.

  “I guess you’re no better than you ought to be, as the saying goes.”

  “Oh, some endorsement!” Markus fumed. “Well, for your information, Mr. Sarcastic—it’s you I’m thinking about, as part of my resolution to reform.”

  “Thinking of me? In what capacity?”

  “Uh, in terms of a less casual relationship, maybe,” a suddenly tongue-tied Markus fumbled.

  “As in—us seeing more of each other? Outside the gym? Like this?”

  “Yeah. I’d like that.”

  “I’d like that, too. Are we going to be—?” Arpad broke off, hesitating.

  “Be what?”

  “I don’t know. Lovers?”

  “Yeah, if that’s the label we decide to stick on it. Lovers, yeah, why not? That has a kind of nice, old-fashioned sound to it.”

  “Exclusivity—I have to warn you, Markus. That’s a little too old-fashioned, for my taste. And too restrictive. Are we going to have an open relationship?”

  “Um, I’m thinking about something flexible. A reasonable degree of monogamy, without getting carried away and taking the concept to excess. After all, I’d hate to think we’d do without the occasional fling with Gusztav, Jozsef, and our other musclebros. Including any hot guys whom we have yet to meet. But you know what gay American bodybuilders say, when it comes to their sexual priorities, don’t you?”

  Arpad was mystified. “I have no idea. What do they say?”

  “Their expression is ‘izmos testvérek előtt férfi prostituáltak.’ I admit, it sounds kind of clumsy in Hungarian. In English, it’s ‘musclebros before male hos.’ Words to live by, wouldn’t you say?”

  Arpad laughed. “Yeah! Okay. I agree with what you’re proposing. About how we’ll manage our relations
hip, as it develops.”

  Markus was jubilant. “See? We think alike. We’re compatible.”

  Arpad laughed. “We’re incorrigible—degenerate—shameless. Among many other undesirable things. That’s what we are!”

  “And we both love it, don’t we?”

  “Yes, we do. Without getting too carried away, I love you, in my way. In a ‘more than just gym buddies’ way. I do know that.”

  “The same right back at you, fucker. Come here. Give me a kiss!”

  Their lips met, sealing the bargain they’d just made.

  The End

  Also by Emeric Varady

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