Istvan’s fingers sought out Bob’s butt crack, and then he slipped one fingertip into his asshole. At first, Bob tightened up, resisting the anal invader. But, in another instant, he had relaxed his sphincter, and Istvan’s finger sank deep inside him, all the way to the knuckle. Bob moaned in ecstasy, rolling on the bed, responding to both the intrusion of Istvan’s hand between his buttocks and the way Istvan’s mouth continued to nibble at his hip and thigh flesh, with an almost carnivorous lust.
Finally, Istvan released his hold, moving his mouth quickly over to the other guy’s cock, the heat of it searing him upon contact. In such close proximity, Istvan was vividly reminded just how enormously Bob was hung! Istvan’s chin hit the prickshaft, and he reared back to gaze at the penis for a moment.
It seemed gigantic, bathed in the revealing light thrown on the bed. It was shining, lusty and virile-looking, as the long thick shaft pointed up from Bob’s groin toward his chest, the cockhead actually touching his navel. Istvan sucked in his breath, quickly, while he contemplated taking all of that male meat orally. He’d sucked large cocks before, and he’d enjoyed the experience immensely, but doing it on camera was different, and the prospect rather daunted him. What if he became self-conscious and he choked up—literally?
He dropped his head down before he had a chance to lose his nerve, pressing his lips to the pulsing hard-on, running his tongue up and down over it. Bob groaned, pushing his hips up to Istvan, mutely begging him to take his penis—but Istvan wanted to delay a bit, to tease Bob and inflict upon him just enough erotic anguish to arouse him to fever pitch. He wanted Bob to be so hot that when he did ejaculate, he’d do so in a torrential cloudburst of cum!
Istvan’s tongue tickled the glans just below its crown, where it joined the shaft—a highly sensitive area, as Istvan well knew. Bob was already gasping with quick, short spurts of breath, his hands on Istvan’s head, gripping his dark hair, his legs lifting up and going around Istvan’s back.
Istvan touched the other guy’s balls, which were heavy and pendulous. He held them lightly at first, but then he squeezed them in his palm, hefting them, marveling at their fullness.
The other muscle man was more than ready for even more intense stimulation now, so Istvan slipped his other hand around the shaft of his big dick and he pulled its tip toward his lips, at the same time pushing the foreskin back to bare the glans. While he did so, his mouth opened wide and his lips enclosed the exposed and vulnerable cockhead, taking possession of it with greedy abandon. Then his mouth sank down as far on the erection as he could go without choking on it.
His brother’s body contracted in the throes of intense sexual response, his legs tightening around him, and Bob cried out in agonized pleasure. He was on the verge of coming, and Istvan was determined to let him experience this delightful frustration to the fullest possible extent. Istvan rolled Bob’s balls frantically about within his fingers, while he moved his head up and down with all the speed he could muster.
He sucked with tremendous pressure. Quickly, efficiently, he established a routine. He’d draw back and thus let his mouth just barely touch the circumference of that stud cock, before he slipped his lips back down around its bulk. This alternating pressure—unpredictable, first heavy and demanding, and then light and teasing—was beginning really to work on the other guy. Sweat broke out all over Bob, and his moans were more like sobs of despair than expressions of desire.
His body was bouncing up and down on the mattress. Istvan released his balls and he ran both of his hands up and down Bob’s torso, feeling and savoring every bit of it. He gripped Bob’s hips, whipping one hand around to his ass again. Without giving Bob any warning, or allowing him to relax his anal defenses, Istvan brutally shoved two fingers into his asshole, this time!
Bob screamed out loud then, and he bucked so hard that he almost threw Istvan off him. Istvan’s fingers probed his squirming, flexing butthole, and Istvan’s fingertips nudged and teased his prostate.
At that moment of supreme lust, Bob would have given anything to be able to shoot off inside the other young stud’s mouth, and let his semen pour down Istvan’s throat. But Bob remembered, just in time, that he had to provide a cum shot—and, preferably, a visibly striking one. He forced himself to jerk his pelvis backward so that his ready-to-explode cock slipped out from between Istvan’s fiercely suctioning lips. Istvan held onto Bob, though, sinking his two fingers even deeper up his ass, massaging his prostate, and at the same time keeping his own head positioned down at Bob’s groin, so that Istvan’s face was only inches away from Bob’s prick.
Janos, the cameraman, had been darting about the perimeters of the bed, with his video camera perched on his shoulder, its lens aimed at the two naked bodybuilders. Now, Janos moved in closer, to capture the all-important cum shot.
He didn’t have to wait long!
“Here I come,” Bob announced. It was an understated, laconic statement. The words scarcely prepared Istvan for the deluge of cum which followed, a few seconds later!
Bob came again and again, the hot, fiery liquid smacking onto Istvan’s face. Istvan opened his mouth wide, and, with semen dripping down his face, he received a direct hit upon his tongue, which he stuck out from between his lips. Greedily, Istvan swallowed that one wad which stung his tongue, but then he remained motionless, holding his pose, throughout the duration of Bob’s ejaculation. He let Bob give him a real facial, accepting the stud’s full spurted load. Some of the cum got into his eyes, stinging them, but still he persevered, refusing to wince, let alone back away.
He felt a perverse excitement when he realized how large a load Bob was firing onto his face. They’d agreed, in anticipation of this sex act, that both of them would abstain from sex for several days. They’d even refrained from masturbation! The idea was to allow themselves to get exceptionally horny, to the verge of frustration, and also to build up their supplies of sperm.
This strategy seemed to be working out spectacularly well. Bob looked as though he might never stop coming. He was erupting as copiously as though he’d denied himself sex not for days, but for weeks! But Istvan was equally on edge, just as ready—indeed desperate—to come. Like Bob, Istvan was loaded with sperm, and now, at last, he no longer needed to hold it in.
His brother seemed to sense his need.
“You come, too,” Bob demanded. “I want you to shoot your fucking load!” Despite the fact that he’d just ejaculated, he was still hotly aroused. Carried away by lust, he choreographed their next sex act. “Sit on my face!” Bob insisted. “Jack off while I suck your ass. Shoot your cum all over me!”
With his own face still dripping cum, Istvan squatted over Bob’s face. Lying flat on his back on the bed, Bob grabbed his own cock in his fist and pumped on it, not trying to achieve another ejaculation just yet, but just to keep himself at a high pitch of excitement. Flexing his knees, his thigh and calf muscles bulging, Istvan lowered his butt onto Bob’s face. Masturbating himself furiously, he ground his sphincter muscle against Bob’s lips. Kissing Istvan’s ass, Bob penetrated it with his tongue, which he swirled around rapidly inside the anal aperture in vigorous scouring motions,
“Fucking hell,” Istvan gasped. He stared into the lens of Janos’s camera, inadvertently providing the viewers of the finished video with vivid proof that was genuinely aroused, and faking nothing. The tongue action in his anus quickly pushed him over the edge. His fist, flailing away on his dick, was almost superfluous. “Coming—!” he warned, hoarsely.
Once again, Janos was right there, bringing his camera on so close that it nearly collided with the two men on the bed.
Istvan blew his load in wet white streaks of semen which jetted free from the tip of his cock and fell down upon Bob, slashing across Bob’s chest and stomach and thighs. After Istvan had stopped coming, Bob continued to rim him, hungrily, for a few moments. But then he pushed Istvan off him. Sitting up, leaning over Bob’s body, Istvan attacked his soiled flesh, using his own tongue to l
ap up the mingled sweat and cum on Bob’s skin.
Then, smiling, the two men fell into each other’s arms and joined their lips in an impassioned post-orgasmic kiss.
“And—cut!” Peter shouted. “That’s a wrap! Oh, guys,” he exclaimed, enthusiastically, addressing Bob and Istvan, “you have no idea how hot that looked!”
“Yeah?” Istvan gasped. “Well, you have no idea how hot these lights are! I’m sweating like a pig. I’m probably dehydrated. I thought I’d pass out, a couple of times!” Istvan sat up on the bed, while Janos backed away from it, lowering his camera from his shoulder.
“Occupational hazard,” Bob said. “You can lose all sorts of bodily fluids, apparently, in this line of work!”
Janos shut off the large photographer’s lamps which had bathed the bed in a strong, even harsh, pool of bright light. Imre offered Istvan and Bob fresh towels, and plastic bottles of water.
“Thanks,” Istvan said, and Bob echoed him, as they mopped their perspiring bodies with the towels, and they drank.
“No, thank you, guys,” Imre said. “We’ll take a break,” he decreed. “And then we’ll keep going.”
“Was it really okay?” Bob asked.
“It was terrific,” Imre assured him. “I couldn’t be more pleased. Nobody would’ve suspected that this was Istvan’s very first time. Which reminds me. Congratulations, Istvan, on having just made your porn debut! And, I must say, a very successful one. Now we’ve got two new porn stars, two new porn gods, are now blazing away in the firmament!”
“You’re too kind, Imre,” Bob insisted. “Too flattering. Istvan and I—we’re just two horny guys who like to fuck.”
“That’s all it takes,” Imre insisted, “to become porn stars and porn gods, on the internet! And speaking of stars, you guys are my favorite kind.”
Istvan took the bait. Puzzled, he asked, “Yeah? What kind is that?”
Imre grinned. “Shooting stars, of course!”
Chapter Thirty-Seven: No Need to Fake It
Bob was trembling with lust, his body shuddering with violent spasms. He tried to force himself to relax on the bed. Istvan drew away from him, looking down at the other reclining masculine body.
Istvan ran his hands down his sibling’s thickly muscled legs, which rested on either side of his own body. He was sitting back on the mattress on his heels, staring down at Bob, admiring the perfection of his physique. Istvan’s cock was as hard as a rock, standing straight out over Bob’s thighs, impatiently awaiting its moment in the spotlight, when it would be put to further use.
Istvan owed his tumescence to the hot blow job which his brother had just performed on him, for the benefit of Janos’s camera. After having taken a well-earned break, the twins were shooting a second scene for the porn video, under Peter’s direction. The rumpled sheets had been smoothed out, and once again the lamps were switched on, pouring out a merciless glare of light.
“This time, we’ll do the anal scene,” Peter had announced, matter-of-factly, just before they got rolling. “Okay, guys? Are you ready for that?”
“Sure. Can’t wait! Which of us do you want to do the fucking?” Bob had inquired.
Peter shrugged. “Does it matter? I still have trouble, sometimes, telling you two apart. You guys decide.”
“I’ll be the bottom,” Bob volunteered, with a suspicious promptness. “Okay, brother?”
“Okay,” Istvan agreed.
“You ready to roll, Janos?” Peter asked the cameraman.
“Yeah,” Janos replied. “But I may have to switch to a wide-angle lens, to fit all that prime beef in the frame,” he joked.
“I’m good to go, too,” Gerome chimed in.
Now, with the scene well advanced, Bob’s hands glided down and, with his eyes closed, he reached for Istvan’s dick, one hand grasping it, the other gripping Istvan’s waist.
“Fuck me, brother!” Bob demanded, perhaps a bit melodramatically, playing to the camera. “I want you inside me—deep in there, where I can feel your big cock going in and out of my hot asshole! Aw, hell, man—being fucked by you is almost like screwing myself!”
Istvan had to fight back a smirk in response to that extravagant statement. He had to admit, though, that it had an element of accuracy in it.
And Istvan’s heart jumped at the mere thought of possessing Bob anally. His brother once again wanted Istvan to fuck him! Another chance to enter that magnificent body, to plunge into the hot, tight depths of that ass! Istvan was more than willing to accommodate his twin.
He slid down easily until he was lying on top of Bob, their heads together, their bodies tightly meshed together as well.
“Yeah, brother, yeah! Oh, shit, yeah! Let me screw you!” Istvan moaned.
They kissed, Bob’s sensual mouth on Istvan’s, his lips tender, hot and wet. Istvan’s body arched toward the other man’s flesh. He longed to see and feel Bob stretched out beneath him, his legs widespread, his powerful buttocks shining with sweat and their muscles tensed, while they pushed up to receive Istvan’s hot prick between them.
Istvan pulled away, and, with a quick movement, he turned Bob over onto his belly. He knelt between his brother’s sleek, glistening legs, his hands rubbing up along them to feel the hard muscles, before he reached higher, to fondle the smooth skin of the cheeks of Bob’s ass. Bob breathed heavily into the pink bedsheets he was lying on, moaning obscenities softly while his pelvis shifted restlessly from side to side and then humped up, his buttocks opening.
Istvan was too horny by then to wait through any more preliminaries to anal screwing. Grabbing the lube from the bedside table, he rubbed some of it over his cockhead, working it down over the shaft as well. Then he dropped downward like a shot, his weight coming down on his brother’s back, his dick finding Bob’s asshole without any trouble at all, sinking into the tightness and heat of the other man’s body with an obscene suctioning sound.
Bob moaned, his hands clutching at the bedsheets, while he took Istvan’s prick up his ass. His whole hot body slithered like a snake uncoiling to strike under Istvan’s, the muscles cording up in his back. It almost hurt Istvan, the intense heat and constriction of the other man’s anus around his cock, but he rammed it into his brother without a pause, burying himself completely in that asshole until his balls were nestled in the crevice between Bob’s thighs.
The twins fucked! They demanded, and got, dynamic, lusty sex from each other. They fought there on the bed, with Bob’s body wrestling with Istvan’s, twisting up around and against him, his ass pinioning Istvan in him with a vise-like grip so that he could draw his cock out and away—only to slam it deep into his brother’s guts again.
Istvan’s cock expanded and it sought out even deeper recesses of that ass. He could feel it plunge into the hot anus, hitting all sides of the tunnel with smooth excitement. He braced his hands on Bob’s shoulders, rearing up and away from him.
He gazed down at their interlocked bodies, marveling at how similar they were, reveling in the physique of the man whom he was fucking, and admiring how the taut beauty of Bob’s buttocks squirmed around the shaft of his rutting prick. The hard glute muscles contracted and then relaxed in a regular rhythm of urgent need as Bob accepted Istvan’s punishing, hard-driving attack on his anus.
Istvan looked down at his own cock as he drew it out of the other man’s body. Then he slipped it into him again. His cock belonged there, in that ass, all the way inside Bob, fucking him deep and hard and long!
“Damn! Goddamn you, brother! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I love your big, hard cock in me! Fuck me hard and rough!” Bob’s voice was high and shrill. Lust had rendered him mad with desire. All he could think about was his desire to be fucked! And fucked not by anybody, but by his twin brother, the man who knew him best!
They were into the rhythm of it now, their bodies responding to each other with complete abandon. Istvan’s pelvis pounded away at Bob’s buttocks, the burning agony of Istvan’s tender cock flesh mingled with a thrillin
g sensation of really taking and force-fucking another man, for once. He knew there was no need to be gentle with Bob. The stud could take anything his twin could dish out!
Istvan’s hot, searching hands couldn’t find enough places to grab the other stud as they raced all over Bob’s body, with Bob’s mouth biting Istvan’s shoulders, his neck, his earlobes, and finally his mouth, when he arched up meet Istvan’s kiss.
When he did that, Bob’s body curved back in such a way as to allow Istvan to sink even farther into him. Istvan reached around his twin’s hips, his hand grasping his cock, so much like his own. Bob groaned into Istvan’s mouth, and Istvan slammed with all his power again and again against his behind, his cock stretching and expanding with a burning pain as he tried to bury himself totally into his brother’s fiery ass.
“Pound my ass!” Bob yelled, breaking their kiss. “Oh, pound my ass for me!”
“What the hell do you think I’m doing?” Istvan retorted.
“Harder! Fuck me harder! Much harder—as hard as you can!”
“Yeah! Take my cock! Take it and love it, you dirty man whore!”
They were both shouting, their spittle choking them, and they started to hurl themselves madly toward orgasm. Istvan’s cock was close to exploding. His hands dug into Bob’s side when Bob suddenly sprinted forward, in effect, beating Istvan to the finish line. Bob shot off, violently, copiously, spraying his semen all over the bed, soaking the sheets and also wetting his fucker’s fingers, which masturbated him frenziedly.
Istvan, on the verge of unloading, continued to fuck him, brutally, gloating in his possession of his brother’s ass, and wanting to prolong their shared ecstasy for as long as possible. Both men sobbed for breath, Istvan’s heart pounding in his chest, which was pressed into Bob’s sweaty back. He almost passed out from the sheer intensity of his physical exertions, to say nothing of his emotions.
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