I didn’t bother to straight-proof my living quarters. In addition to the bodybuilding and fitness magazines set out on the coffee table, there was a periodical on display of a decidedly more sexually explicit nature—namely, a magazine titled Hardcore Hungarian Muscle Fuckers.
Konrad picked this publication up and leafed through it. “Wow,” he breathed, as he stared at the photos of naked muscle men engaging in just about every sex act imaginable. I thought his sexy blue eyes would pop out of his head.
I leaned back languidly against the couch and sipped my wine. “Do you like what you see?”
“These pictures are kind of wild. Do you do things like this?”
“Um … my repertory includes most of that stuff, I guess. Some of those positions do look a little uncomfortable, though.”
“Do you have a lot of lovers?” Konrad demanded, curiously.
“Enough, I guess. I don’t keep count. And you?”
“Me?”
“How many girlfriends have you had?”
He actually blushed, his already pink cheeks darkening. “None.”
“None? What about boyfriends?”
“None of those, either. I’m still a virgin.”
“No kidding?”
“No kidding. I know it’s disgusting.”
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everybody’s a virgin, at first.” And some of us, I couldn’t help thinking, have been known to make the transition from virgin to slut in record time!
“Well, I can’t wait to lose my virginity.”
“With the right girl,” I suggested.
“Or the right guy. Or any guy,” Konrad retorted, with a boldness I hadn’t thought him capable of. “But it’s going to be hard. With me still living at home, and my parents keeping track of all my comings and goings. I can’t wait until I can move out and be on my own. Then, the first thing I’m going to do is find myself a boyfriend. He wouldn’t have to be a bodybuilder, or even all that good-looking. Just horny, and interested in having sex with me. That’s how desperate I am.”
Our conversation was taking an interesting turn. “Have some more wine,” I invited him. “Now, come on. Let’s talk this through. You’re too attractive to have to settle for just anybody. Tell me. You must have a preference. Who would be your ideal sex partner?”
Konrad took a gulp of wine before he answered. “Somebody like you,” he blurted out.
Well! As the English slang expression goes, the cat was out of the bag. Hell, the cat was not only out of the bag, he was prowling restlessly around my living room, obviously in heat.
Konrad and I talked some more. He was sure he was gay, he told me. He always thought about bodybuilders and other muscular men when he masturbated. A few guys had hit on him, of course, but he’d always been too shy and nervous to respond to their advances. He was seething with frustration.
“I need sex. I really want to find out what it’s like. I’m sure a guy like you could teach me everything I need to know,” Konrad said.
“Well, I’m not exactly a walking, talking encyclopedia of sexual knowledge,” I joked. “But I do know a few things.”
“Then show me, Emeric. Please. Be a pal. Don’t make me sleep here, on the couch. I’ll go crazy, lying here thinking about you in your bedroom, so close to me. I’ll have to beat off, all the while wishing I could be with you. Let me sleep with you.”
“If you’re sure about this—?”
“Oh, I’m sure!”
“Then we might as well go into the bedroom.”
Soon, Konrad and I were naked on my bed.
He was quite wild. Our open-mouthed kissing was almost enough to make him come. I did my best to try to slow things down a bit, caressing his muscles, urging him to stroke and rub and squeeze mine, ignoring our genitals for the time being.
Soon, though, Konrad’s pent-up lust got the better of him again.
He twisted himself around so that he was pressed against me in a sixty-nine position. His rigid dick jabbed at my face. He jerked my cock, and I jerked his. He parted his lips, stuck out his tongue, and licked my prickhead. I retaliated by lapping away at his exposed glans, wetting it thoroughly with my saliva, and guiding the tip of my tongue underneath the flap of his foreskin. Squirming about restlessly, he became even bolder. He sucked on my cockhead while his fist stroked my shaft. Feverishly, I did the same to him.
We were sucking each other, quite energetically. For a novice cocksucker, he was a fast learner, and doing a good job of pleasing me. His mouth made such passionate love to me that I soon felt my cum churning away in my nuts. Gaining confidence, he sucked my bloated prick all the way down. Once again, I did the same to him, showing him how it was done. He gagged once or twice, but manfully he held on, refusing to relinquish my dick.
At last, however, as though by mutual, unspoken consent, we broke away from each other, perspiring wetly and panting for breath. After a moment, I slid my arm around his waist and I tried to draw him back against me, so we could resume our sixty-nine.
“Wait,” Konrad pleaded, suddenly, pulling away from me. “I want us to do something different.”
He rolled over onto his belly. He turned his head and looked at me over his shoulder. His pretty blue eyes were like the bluish flames of twin gas jets.
“Fuck me, Emeric. Fuck me with that big dick.”
“I thought you told me you’re a virgin.”
“Well, I was, until a little while ago,” he retorted, with a wry humor. “Now that we’ve started fooling around together, I’m finally having sex, aren’t I?”
“I’d say you’re off to a good start,” I conceded. “But are you sure you’re ready to try taking it up the ass?”
“I never had a dick in there before,” he admitted. “But I want to try it now. I want you to be the first guy to fuck me. I like to finger my asshole when I jack off. I like the way that feels. I really get off on it.”
He seemed hell-bent upon losing his cherry, and I was more than willing to pop it for him. Looking at Konrad’s smooth, round ass cheeks, with the blond fuzz lining the crack between them and surrounding the tiny pink puckered aperture which resembled a rosebud, I found myself becoming very aroused indeed.
“Come on, Emeric,” he coaxed me. “Be a pal. Do it for me. Help me find out what it feels like.”
“You’d better be careful what you wish for,” I cautioned him. “This might hurt.”
“I don’t care. I want it. I want your cock in my ass. I want to get fucked!”
He’d succeeded in talking me into it. My drooling dick was raring to go.
Spurred on by pure, mindless lust, I climbed on top of the young blond bodybuilder’s broad back. I rubbed my oozing prick back and forth in the deep cleft between his glutes, and he squirmed with barely contained excitement beneath me.
“Don’t fuck me raw,” he begged. “Get a rubber on that big thing of yours. And plenty of lube.”
“Coming right up.” I prepared myself, quickly, and then I resumed my former position on top of him.
“Stick it up my ass,” Konrad invited me. “Come on, stud, shove that big dick into me. I want to feel you inside me.”
I was afraid I might hurt him, because his hole looked so tiny and my bloated prick looked monstrous beside it. But I was thinking with my dick. I pressed my mushroom crown through his tight, resisting anal opening.
“Wait,” he gasped. “Your dick feels like a baseball bat.”
Too late! My horny member had already slid all the way up his anal tunnel, filling him.
“God damn. It’s going to kill me!” he cried.
“Want me to take it out? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No, keep it in me. I just have to get used to it, that’s all. Oh, you’re so big.”
Recklessly, he backed up onto my shaft, which his asshole swallowed just as his throat had. My pubes pressed against his split-open butt cheeks.
“How’s that feel?” I asked him.
“
So good,” he moaned. “Oh, do it, you muscle stud. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me in my ass. I think I can take it.”
I began to plow him. I exulted in the way my thick, throbbing dick slid in and out of his wide stretched, flexing hole. He was the best fuck I’d had in some time.
“Pound me. Let me have it,” he told me, his voice shaky and hoarse. “Oh, let me have that cock!”
Supporting myself on my hands and knees above him, I plowed his pliant butthole. He moaned in a way more suggestive of pain than pleasure, but he didn’t ask me to go easier on him, let alone stop. Instead, he pushed his behind up into my groin and ground his hips like an experienced bottom slut, making sure my fuck tool stayed jammed fully inside him. I sped up my pace and I really jackhammered him. He took it without complaint. My cum-heavy balls slapped repeatedly against his ass cheeks.
“That’s right, tear up my ass,” he cried. “Don’t hold back, really slam it to me. I fucking love it!”
“You’re so sweet,” I told him.
“And you’re so hot. You’re such a stud. So this is what getting fucked feels like. Oh, my God—I can’t believe how good this is! Am I doing it right? Is my asshole turning you on?”
“Oh, you’re doing just fine,” I assured him.
“Keep fucking me. Don’t stop.”
I never wanted to stop! I wanted to go on fucking this boy all night. I tried to prolong the act, but my cum was boiling up from deep within me, about to overflow.
“I’m just about to come,” I warned him.
“No, don’t. Not yet. I want to try it in a different position.”
“Jesus!” I exclaimed.
He was writhing under me, trying to pull himself off my cock. Grimacing with frustration at this unexpected delay, I wrenched my dick out of his hole. The sudden evacuation made him grunt in real discomfort, which served him right for being such a goddamned pricktease.
Before I knew it, we had changed our positions. I lay on my back, and he straddled my body and lowered himself onto me, impaling himself on my upthrust prick. He sat down hard, and all the way, not sparing himself. Gasping as though in shock at the way I now filled him again, he began to bob up and down, fucking himself on my tortured manhood.
While he rode my dick, he grabbed his own erection. He jacked off in a blur of hand and wrist motion while I thrust up into him.
“Oh, hell! This is even better!” he cried.
“Ah, that’s a hot ass,” I crooned, praising him. “You’re such a good fuck.”
This time there could be no holding back. I had to shoot, and he seemed to realize how rapidly my climax was approaching.
“Yeah, do it,” he urged. “Fire off that motherfucker inside me. Cream yourself in my fucking ass.”
“You’re going to get it,” I swore. It was no idle threat. I tensed my thighs and I held my breath. My cock exploded deep inside his quaking asshole. “Fuck!” I bellowed. “Ah, fuck!”
Grunting, he beat his meat savagely, until his thick, creamy drops of semen splashed all over my belly and chest. His butthole convulsed around my cock. I was drenched in his cum, which ran off my torso and soaked into the sheets.
After a moment, he raised himself a bit, allowing my softening cock to escape from his ass. I removed the sperm-filled rubber, and we lay in a loose, sweaty embrace, both of us breathing hard.
“How was that?” I asked him.
“Oh, that was terrific, Emeric! It was everything I thought it would be.”
“I’m glad.”
“I guess I’m not a virgin any more, am I?”
“I think we can now state with some certainty that you’ve become sexually active.”
“You’ve made a man out of me,” he gloated.
“One of my specialties.”
“Can we do it again?”
“In the morning,” I insisted, firmly. “Right now, we need our rest. Go to sleep, and I’ll fuck you again in the morning.”
“Do you promise?”
“Oh, I promise you, I’m going to want to fuck you again. Don’t you worry about that. I solemnly swear!”
And I kept that vow.
Author’s Afterword
I was riding high, back in those days.
I was living in Budapest, an exciting city where adventure seemed to wait around each corner. I was earning my living at my regular job, and I was supplementing my income by modeling, escorting, and performing in porn. I was beginning to realize my ambitions as a bodybuilder. I wasn’t exactly a household name, but I had my admirers. Some were bodybuilding fans who liked my physique. Others were connoisseurs of gay porn who enjoyed seeing me in action in my videos. (To some extent, of course, these two categories overlapped.) To other men, I was just another attractive, well-built young number with whom they wouldn’t find having sex. These guys were usually delighted when they found out that I could be had—and no always for a price, but for free.
It had not yet occurred to me to try my hand at writing. That experiment was still a couple of years in the future.
I had my friends and my fuck buddies—along with a steady succession of casual tricks. More of the latter than I could handle, in fact. Even my sex drive had its limits. There were only so many hours in the day. I hated it when I met an attractive guy and I had to turn him down, because I just didn’t have the time or the energy to hook up with him at the moment. Sex is great, but it isn’t everything there is in life. (Wow—I can’t believe that I, of all people, just typed that! Nevertheless, it’s true.)
The one thing missing from my life was a real, steady lover—a man I could feel truly passionate about. But you can’t make romance happen by wanting it, nor can you order it from a catalogue or have it made to measure. I told myself that, if I bided my time and went about my day to day routine, love would come my way eventually.
And so it did. Maybe I’ll share that story with you in another book.
The End
Also by Emeric Varady
Available exclusively on Amazon Kindle:
Bodybuilder Behind Bars 1: Caged Muscle
Bodybuilder Behind Bars 2: Under Heavy Guard
Bodybuilder Behind Bars 3: Doing Hard Time
Bodybuilder in Bondage 1: Basic Training
Bodybuilder in Bondage 2: Learning the Ropes
Bodybuilder in Bondage 3: Open All Night
Bodybuilder in Bondage 4: Give Him Enough Rope
Budapest by Night
His American Muscle Buddy
His Muscle Pup
Izom: The Hungarian Word for Muscle
Magyar Muscle 1: A Croatian Adventure
Magyar Muscle 2: Camera Shy
Muscle Lake
Muscle Voyeur
Muscular Man for Rent
My Muscle Mentors
My Personal Guest Poser
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