Bisexual Bodybuilders Vol 2

by Emeric Varady

  And then Barto said something which, given the circumstances, might have seemed strange. After all, he was sitting on Istvan’s cock, which was still stiff and still stuck up his ass. Istvan had just fucked him. Both men had just shot off their semen together. They’d joined their bodies in a homosexual act, and they’d both enjoyed every minute of it.

  Istvan recalled the title of one of the porn videos. No Women Allowed! He couldn’t argue with that. He’d just been given vivid proof that two men could satisfy each other, sexually.

  But Barto had other ideas.

  “I can’t wait for you to meet my wife,” Barto told his new fuck buddy.

  Chapter Eighteen: A Victory Celebration

  The Eötvös Loránd University soccer team was going to travel by train from Budapest eastward, to the city of Debrecen—a trip which took just over three hours—to play the University of Debrecen’s team. Instead of catching a train back late at night, the athletes from Budapest would wait until morning. They’d stay at an inexpensive hotel.

  “This’ll be our chance,” Urban told Bob.

  “What, to beat the Debrecen guys?” Bob asked, naïvely.

  “Well, yeah, that too, I hope. But also—to have a threesome with me and Coach.”

  “Too risky.”

  “Not necessarily.”

  The players had already been informed of the sleeping arrangements in Debrecen. All of the hotel’s rooms were doubles, with two twin beds. Coach Kozma would have a room all to himself. The others would double up. Bob and Urban had already requested to share a room, which wasn’t a problem.

  “Let me guess,” Bob said. “The idea is, Coach sneaks into our room, or we sneak into his. What if one of the other guys notices?”

  “For one thing, there needn’t be any ‘sneaking’—not on our part, anyway. After the game, there’ll be our usual curfew, and bed checks. You know damn well that later, some of the guys will sneak into other rooms, to party, or they’ll even try to sneak out of the hotel, to go barhopping. That always happens during these away games. We’ll go to Coach’s room. And if anybody sees us, and questions us about it later—nothing could be simpler. Our story is, Coach called us on the room’s phone and asked us to come see him. Because he took some notes during the game, about what either went wrong or could be improved next time, and he wanted to run through them with us while it was still fresh in his mind. And he’ll stick to the same story.”

  “Pretty slick,” Bob had to admit.

  “Furthermore, if some of the guys manage to smuggle booze into their room—and you know they’ll try!—and they get caught, then they’ll be the ones who’ll have some explaining to do, not us. If they don’t get caught—then they’ll soon be so wasted they won’t be in any shape to pay attention to our comings and goings.”

  “Have it all planned out, don’t you?”

  “Yeah. All that’s missing is for you to agree to it. What?” Urban demanded, when Bob hesitated. “You like Coach, and he likes you. You want to fool around with him, don’t you?”

  “Yeah—I do.”

  “No surprise there. The only thing that’s surprising is that it’s taken this long to set it up.”

  “I’ve been so busy with Adolar—and Vanessza—as you, of all people, know,” Bob reminded Urban.

  His buddy grinned, lewdly. “Yeah! The bi stuff is great, but this’ll be a guys-only get-together. A change of pace for you.”

  “I’m almost looking forward to it,” Bob admitted. “Men are less demanding than women. And they understand that sometimes your penis just needs to take a break, before it can go again.”

  “That’s why it’s a good idea to have a backup dick or two on hand,” Urban remarked. “In fact, while we’re at it, maybe we should make it a foursome. I’ve already run that possibility by Coach, and he said sure, if we can swing it.”

  “Jesus, there’s just no satisfying you, is there?” an exasperated Bob said. “And who’s this fourth guy going to be? Have you been screwing around with one of the guys on the team behind my back?”

  Urban smirked. “Jealous, are you?”

  “Don’t flatter yourself. Just answer the question.”

  “It’s a guy who lives in Debrecen. His name’s Daniel. We’ve been chatting on the Internet.”

  “I see. Good-looking?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Nice body?”

  “You bet.”

  “Athletic?”

  “That, too. As a matter of fact … he plays on the University of Debrecen’s soccer team.”

  “What?” Bob exploded. “You’ve been consorting with the enemy?”

  “Uh, since when are we at war with Debrecen? What’s this ‘consorting’ crap? And for ‘the enemy’—whatever happened to good sportsmanship? I want to play against his team, and I want to beat their asses. But, win or lose, I also intend to fuck him. The one thing’s got nothing to do with the other. Except … an idea’s occurred to me. They ought to rewrite the rules so that the guys on the losing team have to be the sex slaves of the winners. That’d be a lot more incentive than just winning a cup.”

  “Maybe. Except that a team with a preponderance of bottoms on it would be tempted to throw the game, so they could get their opponents’ dicks.”

  “You’ve got a point there, Bob.”

  “I’m impressed. From what you told me, Coach was reluctant to fool around with one student. Now he’s willing to play with three of us.”

  “He’s taught us to be better athletes. I’ve taught him to be a better gay man,” Urban quipped. “Well—a happier one, anyway!”

  Bob winced. “You truly have no shame.”

  “Just trying to be more like you, buddy. My next step will be to date a married porn star.”

  Bob couldn’t come up with an effective retort to that, because what Urban said was literally true.

  The Budapest team won the game. The Debrecen players were good sports, and good losers. They may not have been happy about losing, but they tried not to show it. There was a nice display of camaraderie when the two teams interacted after the game.

  But the Debrecen coach was as strict a disciplinarian as Kolos Kozma ostensibly. He finally whisked his players off to the team bus. It would drop off the students who lived on campus at their dorms, and then it would make the rounds of the city, depositing the students who lived off-campus at their various homes.

  Kolos, in turn, ushered his players back to their hotel.

  During and after the game, Bob had had his opportunity to get a good look at Daniel, who was quite a hunk. Kolos, Urban, and Daniel, of course, all showed no signs that they were planning a foursome, and Bob imitated their example, playing straight, as though the thought of desiring another male had never entered his head.

  “All right, men, to bed,” Kolos commanded, upon their arrival at the hotel. “I’ll be coming around doing bed checks soon. I don’t want any of you guys to leave your rooms until morning.”

  Kind of hypocritical of you, Coach, Bob couldn’t help thinking. Because I’m sure you’d be damn disappointed if Urban and I stayed in our room, instead of coming to yours!

  “Now what?” he asked Urban, when they were in their room.

  Urban checked his wristwatch. “We wait. Shouldn’t be long.”

  And, about twenty minutes later, there was a light tap on the door. It was Daniel.

  He and Bob shook hands, rather formally, for two young men who were planning to participate in a homosexual debauch.

  “Good game,” Daniel remarked.

  “Yeah. How’d you get here?” Bob asked.

  “I still live at home with my parents. After the bus dropped me off, I went right into the house. Told my Mom and Dad I was tired, so I was going right to bed. Luckily, my room’s on the ground floor. I climbed out the window and walked to the bus stop on the corner. Came right here. Now all I have to worry about is getting back in the morning. But my parents will expect me to sleep late, so they’re not likely to loo
k into my room. And even if they do, and I’m missing—then when I do get home, I’ll pull the ‘I got up early and went for a walk’ thing. See, I’ve changed my clothes.”

  Bob shook his head. “You’re quite devious.”

  “Yeah, it’s funny, how the prospect of getting laid can either sharpen your wits—or do the exact opposite, and let your dick take over, doing your thinking for you, and getting you into trouble.” Daniel turned to Urban. “Ready to pay a visit to that hot boyfriend of yours?”

  “Yeah, we should be okay by now. His room’s right down the hall.”

  Kolos was waiting for them. He too shook Daniel’s hand.

  “It was a close match, but I’m afraid we won,” the coach gloated. “Good isn’t always good enough—” Kolos was in a suspiciously ebullient mood.

  “Coach, you’re been drinking!” a scandalized Urban exclaimed.

  “You bet I have,” the older man said. “I downed a few, in the bar downstairs.”

  “After all the lectures you’ve given us, about the evils of boozing.”

  “So I’m a hypocrite. Sue me! In fact … you men should join me. But you shouldn’t be seen drinking in the bar. And I didn’t want to bring any booze with me on the train, because I was afraid somebody would notice it in my gear. But there’s a liquor store near here. I’ll make a run there, while you guys get comfortable. Wait for me, I won’t be long.”

  “We could just call room service,” Urban pointed out.

  “We could, but … I wouldn’t begrudge the bellboy his tip. Hell, if he’s cute, we could invite him to join the party! But alcohol is always marked up sky-high in a hotel. No, I’ll make the liquor run.”

  “Many one of us should go, instead of you,” Bob suggested.

  “No, I’ll be fine. You’re supposed to be in your room, remember. In bed. Asleep.” Kolos let out an inane little giggle, which sounded incongruous coming from such a macho and ordinarily reserved man.

  Kolos left on his errand—in a boisterous frame of mind, to put it mildly.

  “Well, he’s in a good mood,” Daniel commented.

  “And it’ll only improve, once we get going,” Urban predicted. “He’s loosened up quite a bit—at least off the job, in private!—since he and I started screwing around together.”

  “I see he’s already got the lube and the towels put out beside the bed,” Daniel said. “Party time! While we’re waiting, we might as well strip down. Damn, I’ve been looking forward to this,” he added, as he and the other two soccer players began to undress. “To meeting you in person at last, Daniel. And meeting you and Kolos, too, Bob. Fuck! Look at you two guys. What a pair of goddamn stud bodies!”

  “You’re embarrassing me,” Bob protested. “You’ve got a nice build, too.”

  “Well, you’re not embarrassing me,” the irrepressible Urban said. “I like it when a dude gets off on my muscles.”

  All three of them were now naked, and already displaying the preliminary signs of developing erections, Stepping forward, Urban kissed the Debrecen boy, who showed no hint of shyness whatsoever when their lips touched.

  “Yeah, that’s hot to watch,” Bob declared. “But I want some of that, too.”

  He too gave Daniel a deep, open-mouthed kiss, and then he turned to Urban.

  Bob took Urban in his arms and gave him a tender, comradely kiss on the mouth. Daniel embraced Bob from behind and played with his nipples, at the same time nuzzling his lips against Bob’s shoulder muscle and licking his smooth skin. Bob had exceptionally responsive nipples, which stood out from his big pecs like miniature traffic cones. Picking up on this immediately, Urban and Daniel worked on his chest together, each man sucking on a tit while they used their hands on Bob’s huge, very hard cock, fondling his balls, as well.

  Um, two hot guys, not just one, Bob gloated. Either of them would be great by himself, but together, they’re fantastic! This is perfect. This is fucking hot! And Coach’ll be back here in a minute, and that’ll make three guys for me to fool around with. Yeah, this is definitely the way to unwind and celebrate after a game! I wouldn’t mind losing, if I had this waiting for me!

  Daniel made it clear that he wanted to suck Bob, so the soccer player from Budapest lay back on one of the two beds in the room, spread his legs, and allowed the guy from the rival team to work on him.

  “Why don’t you straddle my chest and fuck my face, Urban?” Bob invited his buddy. “Let me suck you while he sucks me.”

  Urban was never a guy to refuse such an invitation. The smacking and suctioning sounds of wet mouths working on stiff dicks filled the air in the hotel room.

  After a few minutes of this intense oral play, Bob wanted to make love to Daniel.

  “You’re just about the hottest jock I’ve seen in a long time,” Bob told him. “I just want to eat you up. A tongue bath, stud. I think I’ll start off by giving you a tongue bath—! Yeah, I’m—!”

  Hoarse with lust, Bob broke off before completing his sentence; but his body language soon proved to be more eloquent than words.

  Bob attacked Daniel with his lips and tongue. The other college boy’s sturdy well-developed physique, and his flawless skin, pale and smooth, seemed to incite Bob to a frenzy. He licked Daniel’s armpits, sucked on his balls, and rimmed his ass. Then, kneeling on the bed, Bob grabbed Daniel’s ankles and lifted his legs up high. He used his mouth on each of Daniel’s feet in turn, kissing the soles, taking the toes inside his mouth and sucking on them, and swabbing his tongue into the spaces between the toes.

  “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first saw you out there on the field,” Bob mumbled, between licks and sucks and swabs. “I wanted to rip your uniform right off you, and do you right there, in front of the crowd!”

  Urban laughed. “That would have given new meaning to ‘And the Budapest team scores,’ wouldn’t it?”

  Daniel squealed and squirmed, and muttered barely audible, inarticulate protests.

  “I think he’s ticklish,” Urban suggested.

  “Um, he tastes so good,” Bob moaned. “I want to suck his cock—I want to suck both your cocks, guys.”

  Urging Daniel and Urban to lie side by side, Bob went down on each of them in turn, moving his mouth rapidly back and forth between the two penises, as though he wanted to compare them. With the two cocks at his disposal, he was in gay jock heaven.

  At last, gasping for breath, he raised his head.

  “I need a break,” he admitted. “I’m too fucking turned on. If I’m not careful, I’m going to shoot my wad. And I don’t want to come yet. I want this to last.”

  “And Coach will be pissed, if we don’t save our cum for him,” Urban warned.

  “How come you guys always call him Coach?” Daniel asked.

  “Force of habit,” Urban said. “And respect, I guess. Even in bed, when we’re getting awfully goddamn intimate, I still call him Coach. I think he likes it.”

  They lay there on the bed, caressing one another, in a way which was more comradely than overtly sexual, trying to put their desire on hold.

  After a few minutes, though, the presence of three lusty young male libidos made restraint difficult. Fueled by their innate potency, all three men were ready to proceed.

  “Okay, I’ve gotten my second wind,” Bob said.

  “Your dick hasn’t gone down at all—not for a moment,” Urban observed.

  “It’s always had a mind of its own,” Bob retorted. “You’re hard, too. And so is Daniel.”

  “We’re all hard, we’re all hot, and we’re all loaded with cum,” Urban declared, happily. “So what the hell are we going to do about it, guys?”

  Bob found the tube of lubricant which Kolos had set out on the table between the beds. “I’m ready for some anal. Go ahead and fuck me, Urban,” Bob suggested. “Help yourself to my hole, buddy.”

  “Man, that’s one offer you’ll never have to make to me twice,” Urban said.

  Urban greased himself up. Then Bob spread his legs, a
nd with Daniel observing them, intently, Urban penetrated the other muscle stud, quickly and thoroughly. While Urban humped away, treating his fuck buddy to a good, hard anal pounding, Daniel greased his palm with the lube and used his fist on Bob’s prick, jerking it, and leaning over his torso to suck on his nipples again.

  “For such a big guy, with all those muscles, you’ve got such a nice, tight ass,” Urban gasped, as he labored between Bob’s buttocks, quickly establishing a fast, relentless pumping rhythm. “It’s like a little boy’s!”

  “But it’s not a little boy’s. It’s a grown man’s hole. Use it, dude,” Bob invited him.

  “Fuck his ass,” Daniel urged Urban. “Christ, this is hot to watch! Give him a deep, hard fuck,” Daniel instructed Urban.

  “Yes, sir. Good idea,” Urban told the guy from Debrecen. “You’d make a good sex coach!”

  “Fuck that muscle ass,” Daniel said. “Aw, shit! It looks like Bob has a nice tight, hot man pussy tucked in there between his glutes!”—a declaration which forced Urban to suppress a fit of the giggles.

  “You’re going to be in a position to find out for yourself before we’re done here, Daniel. I want both of you men up my ass. First you, Urban—then you, Daniel, later on,” Bob gasped. “I want you to screw me, too.”

  “It’ll be my pleasure, big guy. It’s a date!” Daniel promised.

  “Oh, you have such a big cock, Urban,” Bob moaned, happily. “Come on, fucker. Give me what you know I want. Don’t hold back. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, fuck me rough. I can take it. Show our friend Daniel, here, how we Budapest men fuck!”

  Bob could take it, all right. But, inevitably, Urban’s use of his body had its effect on him. He got too excited to postpone his ejaculation any longer.

  “Can’t help it. I’m going to come, guys,” Bob announced. And immediately he began to do so, his cock drenching his torso, white streaks of cum against the sex-flushed sweaty flesh. “Don’t stop, Urban,” he groaned, his dick still spurting. “Keep fucking me until you come, man. Let me feel your hot spunk filling me, until it feels like you’re giving me a goddamn cum enema!”