Bisexual Bodybuilders
Bad Boy Bi Muscle Men and Their Wanton Women
Volume Two
Big Brother Gives Bi a Try
by
Emeric Varady
Translated from the Hungarian
by
Sandor Vass
Copyright © 2019 Emeric Varady
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Table of Contents
Volume Two: Big Brother Gives Bi a Try
Chapter Thirteen: A Night in Budapest
Chapter Fourteen: Her Liquid Lover
Chapter Fifteen: His Not Quite So Much More Responsible Brother
Chapter Sixteen: The Fourth One’s Half Price
Chapter Seventeen: No Women Allowed
Chapter Eighteen: A Victory Celebration
Chapter Nineteen: Well Coached
Chapter Twenty: An Amateur Porn Shoot
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Volume Two: Big Brother Gives Bi a Try
Chapter Thirteen: A Night in Budapest
It was a typical night in Budapest. Urban was seeing his soccer coach, Kolos Kozma. The older man wasn’t just Urban’s coach, though. They’d become involved with each other, sexually. They were having an intensely physical fling. And they were enjoying every minute of it!
The potential riskiness of an affair between a faculty member and a student, on the venerable Eötvös Loránd University’s campus, didn’t deter the two guilty parties. On the contrary, the possibility that they might get caught only acted as a spur to their mutual lust.
Urban reported to Kolos’s apartment. Once he was inside there, safely behind closed doors and shaded windows, he and Kolos quickly got naked, with a perhaps rather indecent haste which demonstrated their fierce desire for each other.
“I have to warn you—” Kolos said, gasping, because he’d been rendered breathless by Urban’s impetuous, demanding kisses.
“About what?”
“I don’t usually hook up with a guy as hot as you. I’m likely to come too soon—right away—just from looking at you, let alone touching you.”
“Don’t worry about it, Coach. Calm down. Let’s take it slow. We’ll make it last.”
“If only we can,” Kolos sighed, as he joined Urban on his bed. His cock swung out from between his sturdy thighs.
“What do you really like to do, more than anything, in bed with another guy?” Urban asked, after Kolos had given him a rather shy, tentative kiss on the mouth, in contrast to their previous feverish osculations.
“With you? Anything. You name it, and I’ll do it.”
“Do you like to get fucked, Coach?”
“Yeah. I like to get fucked by a guy with a big dick, and you sure as hell would seem to qualify,” Kolos whispered, passionately. “You can have my ass if you want it, tonight, and any other time. But I like to suck and be sucked, too. Why don’t we sixty-nine for a while, and then you can screw me?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Quickly, Urban turned on the mattress so that they were arranged in the right positions to sixty-nine, and he pushed his head down between Kolos’s thighs. A moment later, the two men were sucking each other.
It was rough and brutal, pure sex, impersonal, without any tenderness, and yet Urban found himself getting off on it. He breathed in his mature, manly sex partner’s sweaty, masculine smell. Kolos’s body was warm and heavy with a distinct odor, that of hot, aroused male flesh. Urban felt the other man’s exploring hands slide over his buttocks and down between his legs to caress the shaft of his cock.
Urban put a hand out himself, to grip and squeeze Kolos’s hard, round, pale ass. He had already guided the fat head of Kolos’s fuck tool between his lips and begun to suck on it, groaning with pleasure as he did so. Meanwhile, Urban’s taut thighs quivered as his prick was enclosed by Kolos’s wet, slippery mouth.
Urban felt his body convulsively humping itself against that of the other cocksucking gay man, and, bucking his hips, he pushed his cock deeper into Kolos’s mouth and down his throat—taking Kolos’s prick deeper into his own mouth at the same time, until they were furiously deep-throating each other.
Only when he was afraid that he would shoot off if Kolos went off sucking him so well, did Urban relinquish the other guy’s juicy prick, pull away from him, and get up on the mattress on his knees, panting for breath. Kolos stretched out on his back and put his legs up over Urban’s shoulders.
“Fuck me, stud!” Kolos urged, heatedly, already spreading his ass cheeks with one hand and trying to grab Urban’s prick and push it into his hole with the other. “I can’t wait to feel that big thing up my ass! No—you’re going to have to grease it up first.”
“Where’s the lube?”
“Right here. Hurry, boy,” Kolos groaned.
Kolos had placed a tube of lube on the nightstand beside the bed. Urban didn’t make Kolos wait long. He rubbed the lubricant over his dick, which was wet with the man’s saliva. Then he pressed his cockhead against Kolos’s anal pucker, feeling for it, while Kolos shifted his position slightly and moved his butt into a better angle for penetration. Urban managed to get his cock down into the crack of the guy’s lightly-haired ass, and he let it slide deep into the waiting, unresisting hole.
“Uh,” Kolos groaned, with delight. “Yeah—in me—shove it in me, in me all the way!”
Urban did so. A few strokes later, and he was inserted in Kolos all the way, fucking him. Urban closed his eyes in order to concentrate on his sensations. He grasped Kolos’s ankles to keep his legs raised and opened, and he humped his bedmate with lewd, energetic delight, letting himself get lost in the pleasure of the fuck, forgetting everything except the pressure of the anal flesh constricting around his rutting prickshaft.
Urban hadn’t exactly been celibate, lately. He was a good-looking, well-built young athlete, after all, the epitome of a college jock, and there were plenty of men in Budapest who were eager to go to bed with him. With his strong sex drive, Urban, who was promiscuous by nature, saw no reason to deny himself, or to limit his activities.
Urban didn’t know where his sheer stamina came from. After all the sex he’d been enjoying, he ought to be exhausted—but instead he felt miraculously reinvigorated, and as horny as hell!
Certainly, his current sex partner seemed to have no complaints about Urban’s sexual performance. The coach, infatuated with his soccer player, was in anal heaven as Urban fucked him.
“Oh, you’re hung so big, and you really know how to fuck!” an ecstatic Kolos cried. “Oh, you’re amazing! So goddamn beautiful, so sexy—such a stud! Give it to me, fucker, give me your goddamn cock! Fuck the hell out of me
, champ! Go for the goal!” He giggled.
“You’re a hot-assed son of a bitch, aren’t you?” Urban complimented Kolos. With his eyes still closed, he exulted in the suction of the other man’s asshole around his thrusting prickshaft. “Damn it! I can’t hold out much longer, not with that hot ass of yours sucking on my cock like a mouth!”
“That’s okay. Don’t hold back. Fuck me, come in me! Come in my ass, whenever you’re ready!”
“Jerk off while I screw you, man,” Urban told Kolos, excitedly, opening his eyes and staring down at the hot man he was fucking. “I want to see your dick shoot off while I come in your ass!”
Immediately, Kolos began to masturbate, the pumping action of his hand on his cock seeming to multiply his excitement. When he seemed about ready to spurt, his whole body shook and his breath caught desperately in his throat. Urban pressed his groin against Kolos’s squirming buttocks, and pushed his cock all the way in him, forcing it go deeper than usual.
Then, jerking his ramrod in and out of Kolos’s ass a few times, while watching the man beating his pulsating meat, Urban came, grunting and humping, and seeing the eager way Kolos took his cum up his plugged and pummeled ass. Urban felt Kolos’s body tighten up all over, and then he saw and felt him ejaculate. The hot thick semen shot out from Kolos’s cock, and it splashed wetly against Urban’s chest and the coach’s own hairy pecs.
Still planted deep in Kolos’s butt, Urban lay down on top of him, and he finished off the fuck with the last humps of his pelvis and he expelled the final drops of his cum. He mashed Kolos’s fresh sperm between their sweaty chests and bellies when he kissed Kolos and pushed his tongue inside the guy’s hot mouth.
When they had both started to get their breath back, Urban slowly pulled out his prick. He left Kolos lying there, panting, on the bed, and he stumbled into the nearby bathroom to clean off his cock.
Looking at himself in the well-lit mirror above the sink, Urban saw the lingering traces of the rough, energetic sexual encounter written on his features—in the lustful narrowness of his eyes and the loose curve of his half-smirking mouth. He had to admit to himself that he had enjoyed every second of the casual, promiscuous, animalistic sex. But he was aware that to him, Kolos wasn’t just another hookup. Like a lot of his teammates, Urban had a bit of a schoolboy crush on the ruggedly handsome coach. Kolos was a sort of a father figure to them. In Urban’s case, though, his feelings for his surrogate parent were definitely incestuous!
Urban returned to the bedroom.
“Want to do it again?” he asked Kolos.
“God, you are like a machine!” the older stud exclaimed. He rolled over onto his belly on the bed, offering Urban his ass. “Go for it, son! Pound my hole!”
Chapter Fourteen: Her Liquid Lover
It was a Friday night in Budapest, and Szonja was doing what any respectable young married woman ought to be doing at the start of her weekend. She was getting ready to masturbate.
When she heard other women complain about their husbands and boyfriends, about the men’s quirks and moods, she realized what a jewel Barto was. Her husband was consistently good-humored. He might come home from work tired, as he had today, but he was never in a bad mood. Fatigue could make him a little introspective, even melancholy, but that never lasted long. Once he’d had a chance to relax and unwind, he bounced back and was his usual cheerful self.
This evening, for example, he’d showered and had a brief nap before dinner. Now, unfortunately, he had to leave the apartment soon to report to his second, part time job. Two or three nights a week, on a rotating schedule, Barto worked as the sales clerk at an adult video store downtown. Szonja and Barto had nothing against porn. On the contrary, they enjoyed viewing it together—and often, inspired and stimulated by what they saw, they tried their best to imitate the performers’ acrobatics in their own marital bed. Still, salesclerk in the adult video store wasn’t exactly the kind of job they cared to brag about to their more conservative friends. Barto did it for the money, which came in handy each month when it was time to pay the bills.
But the nights when he had to report to his second job did take a toll on the couple’s otherwise satisfactory sex life. Szonja loved sex, and she had very few inhibitions about it. But she couldn’t expect Barto to be in the mood to make love to her when he’d worked one job during the day, and another at night. Sometimes he surprised her by coming home from the video store, waking her up, and treating her one of his trademark athletic, energetic fucks. On these occasions, she always teased him, accusing him of having “sampled the merchandise” while he was on duty.
And the video store gig did have one advantage. They never had to pay full price for porn, condoms, lube, or sex toys. Barto was entitled to an employee discount, and he took full advantage of it.
Now, while Barto was getting ready to leave for the store, it was Szonja’s turn to use the shower. She, too, worked, and although she enjoyed her job, she had to admit that she felt a little tired this evening. A nice long, warm shower would help her to relax.
Nude in the bedroom, she wrapped a large plush towel around her voluptuous body. It was odd … she enjoyed showing off her body, to Barto and, yes, to other men. She had no qualms about baring herself to their appreciative gaze. It was only when she was alone that she tended to be modest!
But not for long, she admitted to herself, with a rueful smile. I’m never too modest … and never for very long!
She went into the adjoining bathroom. There, Szonja discarded her towel, and, once she had the water in the shower stall adjusted to the temperature she wanted, she stepped under the powerful spray and turned her face up to it, gratefully.
As the warm water streamed down her body, wetting her breasts and smooth flanks and lush thighs, Szonja noticed that her nipples were getting erect. Maybe she wasn’t as tired as she thought!
She began to soap herself with slow, sensuous movements, pushing the bar of soap between her breasts, then down between her legs. The water gathered momentarily on her curves, only to fall in a thin, soapy stream from the dark mat of wet pubic hair between her thighs.
Aware that her large dark nipples were now quite turgid and stiff, Szonja explored her cunt lips and clit with her free hand as she scrubbed her torso. Her clit was hard, too, sticking out from its sheath of protective flesh, and she trembled slightly with pleasure when she touched its highly responsive tip with her finger.
“Oh, fuck,” Szonja muttered under her breath.
She slid the thick bar of soap down her belly to her crotch, and began to rub it slowly across her cunt, building up a rich froth of lather. She strummed her clit between her thumb and forefinger, and her vagina tensed in a spasm of lewd, eager response to the stimulation.
“Fuck!” she repeated loudly. There could no longer be any doubt about it. She was getting horny!
If only her husband didn’t have to go to work that night! She knew she ought to be grateful that he had taken that second job, in order to bring in the extra money. But money wasn’t everything. If only Barto could stay home tonight. They could make any early night of it. In bed, he’d lick Szonja’s pussy until she exploded in orgasm, and then he’d fuck her, in that masterly way of his, that never failed to satisfy them both. Damn that lousy part time job of his! He’d probably come home too tired to want to make love to her. After getting a good night’s sleep, he’d be willing to throw an early-morning wakeup fuck into her on Saturday morning. He always was willing to do that! He rarely failed to wake up with a bad case of “morning wood” that needed to be felled, with her mouth and pussy serving as the trusty axe. But that was hours away. She couldn’t wait that long.
Luckily, she didn’t have to. In the meantime, she had an adequate, if not entirely satisfactory, stopgap measure near at hand. She bent her knees slightly, pressed the blunt rectangular edge of the bar of soap against her slippery slit, and slowly pushed half the bar inside her cunt. Her vaginal lips gripped it, and her horny pussy almost seemed
to be sucking at the bar, trying to pull the rest of it into her body!
Gasping with self-induced passion, Szonja stood there under the shower, letting the warm soothing water soak her hair and body, while she eased the bar of soap in and out of her cunt with one hand, and played with her hot clit with the other.
“Jesus!” she exclaimed. It felt good! It couldn’t compare to one of Barto’s trademark long, hard fucks, of course. But it was still fairly intense. If she closed her eyes, she could almost believe she had a man’s penis—preferably Barto’s huge, hard, rough-fucking prick, although another man’s would do—buried in her cunt, screwing her with mechanical force!
She masturbated herself into a frenzy with the soap, which squirmed in her grip, sliding wetly in and of her vagina.
Her breathing grew shallow, and she plunged a finger inside her pussy next to the soap, spreading her labia wide with two other fingers of the same hand. All the while, she kept expertly pushing the soap in and out her cunt by applying pressure on its other blunt end with her thigh. She put her free hand to good use, pinching and stroking and rubbing and teasing her clit, as she fucked herself manually under the shower. At this rate, she’d have the cleanest cunt in town!
“Fuck me, fuck me … finger me … frig me, oh please,” the sexy brunette woman begged her imaginary lover. “Frig me! I’m coming! Yes, I’m coming!” she announced, brazenly, her voice echoing from the tiled walls of the shower stall. In her sudden rush of lewd, exhibitionistic fervor, she hoped that her husband could hear her. She wished he was right there in the bathroom with her, watching her abuse herself to the point of orgasm! Let him know what he was missing!
“Coming,” she repeated, in a husky whisper. “I’m still coming … and it feels so fucking good!”
Her fingers, holding the slippery bar of soap inside her twat, were abruptly gripped and held tight by an unusually strong contraction of her vaginal muscles. It was an orgasmic aftershock! She gasped, her whole body heaving in a final convulsion of lewd pleasure, and she forced her trembling fingers to push the soap deeper inside her cunt and rotate it around—to probe with it in and out of her orgasming pussy—to prolong and intensify the lurid sensations that were devastating her vaginal depths.
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