He was going to come! But he knew he had to provide a cum shot.
He yanked his dick out of his brother’s butt, the sudden evacuation making Bob tense up and yelp in frustration. Grasping his aching fuck tool in his fist, Istvan aimed it at Bob’s broad back and ripe, squirming buttocks. He ejaculated furiously, bathing his sibling’s hot sweaty flesh in his cum. The semen ran in wet rivulets down Bob’s shuddering body. The voyeuristic lens of Janos’s camera, like an unblinking eye, caught the whole scene in a tight closeup.
“Fuck, yeah!” Istvan gloated.
His body collapsed against his twin’s body, their flesh seeming to melt into each other, their muscles going slack in total, post-orgasmic relaxation. And then they lay silent, content, fucked out for the time being.
Istvan was actually taken by surprise when he heard Peter say, “Cut!” He’d forgotten they were fucking, not for their own mutual pleasure, but professionally, so to speak.
“It’s in the can! Great work, guys,” Peter declared. “I think we’re going to have a blockbuster on our hands. I predict this is going to be just the first in a whole series of videos, starring you two.”
“I bet you say that to all the twins you work with,” Istvan said.
“No, I’m perfectly sincere,” Peter protested. “And it’s not as though a pair of studs like you comes along every day.”
“Speaking of coming—!” Bob exclaimed. “Come on, Janos, reload! I’m not done yet. This time, I’m going to do the fucking. Any arguments?”
“None from me,” Istvan assured him.
“Nor from me,” Peter said. “Go for it, guys!”
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Their Muscle Mentor
After the successful completion of the one-on-one taboo, incest sequences, everybody involved in the videotaping took a well-earned break.
“How are you holding up?” Istvan whispered to Bob.
“Okay, I guess. I haven’t gone limp-dicked yet! But at the rate we’re going, this is going to turn into a real epic.”
Istvan laughed. “A fuckathon, to coin a term.”
The crew went into the kitchen for a quick lunch, consisting of coffee and sandwiches. Istvan and Bob ate, ravenously. Fucking on film was hard work! More debilitating than they’d anticipated. They needed to replenish their energy levels.
Adolar, it turned out, had his own ideas about accomplishing that goal. He pulled out a small plastic pill bottle, which looked familiar to Bob.
“Each of you may want to have one of these, for dessert,” he told the brothers.
“Is that what I think it is?” Istvan asked.
“It’s to combat erectile dysfunction,” the more experienced porn performer explained.
Istvan snickered. “I can’t speak for Bob, but I can assure you I’m not suffering from penis failure.”
“Not yet,” Adolar said. “Come now, as I’ve told Bob before, it’s just a precaution. You guys take diet and performance enhancing supplements, don’t you? This is the same principle.”
Istvan looked at Bob, and shrugged. They each swallowed one of the tablets.
“We’ll do the threesome with Adolar,” Peter told them, “and then, when that’s in the can, you two guys will be done.”
Adolar sighed. “Not me, though. I still have two scenes to do with the other guys. The stepfather’s fuck buddies, with whom he sneaks around on the down low, behind his wife’s back.”
“Nothing an experienced stud like you can’t handle,” Peter assured his star. “Anyway, this scene is going to be the big climax of the video. So make it good!”
“Leave it to me,” Adolar said. “I’ll put these two muscle pups through their paces.”
As the scene began, the three participants—Bob, Istvan, and Adolar—were all fully dressed, for a change. Bob and Istvan, portraying the two bad boy brothers who’s just discovered the joys of incest, were eager to repeat the experience. They were kissing, and groping each other through their clothes, when “stepdad” Adolar happened to catch them in the act.
“If you oversexed bastards are going to play with each other, then I want my share of the action.” That was the economical line of dialogue with which Adolar got the actual sex started.
Istvan soon found himself on the bed with his real-life brother and his pretend “stepfather” lying on either side of him. All three muscle men were naked. When Adolar and Bob had shed their clothes, Adolar had interrupting his own undressing and he’d taken a bottle of liquid poppers out of his trouser pocket. He set the vial down on the nightstand, next to the potentially incriminating container of lube which the brothers had carelessly left out in full view. It was a good thing that “Mom” hadn’t checked to see whether Bob had cleaned his room!
Bob kissed Istvan hard on the lips, his tongue plunging deep inside his mouth. The kiss had its inevitable effect. Istvan felt himself responding, casting aside his fatigue. But his cock had already been given quite a workout during the shooting of the previous scene, and although it stirred within the warm, sweaty grasp of Bob’s hand, it got only semi-hard. In order to compensate for his dick’s sluggish response, Istvan opened his mouth wide and greedily sucked Bob’s slippery, wet tongue into his mouth, playing with it with his own tongue, licking and sucking.
Adolar wanted to be kissed, too, and Istvan gave him the same treatment with his lips and tongue, while Bob continued to stroke Istvan’s cock, trying to coax it into real stiffness.
“Suck him, Bob,” Adolar told the younger guy.
Istvan felt Bob’s mouth on his cockhead. The sailor’s lips began to nurse the hustler’s semi-flaccid shaft, coaxing and cajoling it.
What the fuck? Istvan asked himself, anxiously. Don’t tell me my goddamn dick is going to fail me now, with so much riding on it! I can’t afford to screw up this shoot! Looks like those freaking “give you a boner” pills of Adolar’s aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
“Shit,” Istvan said. “I’m not sure I can get it hard, guys.” He wasn’t improvising a line of dialogue; without thinking, he’d blurted out his secret, genuine fear.
But Adolar was too seasoned a pro to be thrown by any such unexpected developments.
“At your age, boy? A stud like you?” Adolar teased Istvan, staying in character. “We’ll see about that. Here, have a hit.”
Unscrewing the cap of the little brown glass bottle, Adolar held the bottle under Istvan’s nose. The smell was sharp and penetrating, and when he inhaled, Istvan immediately experienced a rush. As Adolar snorted the poppers himself, Istvan felt a wild hammering begin inside his chest and spread rapidly throughout his body, but especially to his brain and groin. He could feel his heart beating abnormally fast, his hot blood pounding through every artery and vein, rushing to fill every part of his body and surging with special violence through his cock—which was now gratifyingly hard and throbbing away inside Bob’s mouth. The pill had finally started to kick in, with startling rapidity, and the amyl had increased its impact.
“Yeah, that did the trick, I see,” Adolar said, with lewd satisfaction.
“It sure did,” Istvan replied. His hips and butt rose high from the mattress. His cock ached with sudden, undeniable need, and he thrust it blindly into Bob’s hot, wet face.
“That’s right, fuck your baby brother’s face,” Adolar urged.
Bob blew Istvan for some time, expertly. At last, he took a quick breath, pulling his mouth free from the saliva-soaked hard-on, and panting to get his breath back, while he massaged the cock with his hand. Adolar offered Bob the poppers, and Bob treated himself to a good hit in each nostril.
“You want your cock sucked some more?” Bob asked Istvan. “You want my hot mouth back on your dick, sucking it? Sucking that hot cum right out of you, bro? You want to shoot your load right down my throat?”
“Yeah,” Istvan gasped.
With his brain now completely under the influence of the amyl, Istvan heard and understood his sibling’s lewd words with a startling vividne
ss and immediacy, which made it sound as though Bob was already doing what he was only proposing to do. Suck! Istvan could all but feel the wet, clasping warmth of a hungry, growling mouth rubbing it furiously up and down the full length of his hard cock. Cum! The college jock groaned in excitement and anticipation, tensing and shuddering, as though the rich creamy semen was actually gushing from him. Right down my throat! He could almost hear and feel Bob choking on his thick hot load, as he shot it down the cocksucker’s greedy throat too fast and too heavily for him to swallow all at once.
“Yeah?” Bob echoed Istvan, with a laugh. “You want it? Don’t worry, I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to suck this big fat prick of yours like it’s never been sucked before!” He took the poppers from Adolar’ hand and snorted them, taking several deep whiffs before he handed it to Istvan.
Inhaling repeatedly, Istvan felt the potent, searing fumes seem to penetrate his entire body all at once and set it on fire from within. At the same time, Bob fulfilled his promise. Istvan felt the heat and wetness and pressure of his brother’s mouth once again surround his cock, sucking it hungrily and taking it quickly right down to the base.
Istvan lost himself in the sudden, violent rush of pure, animal lust which gripped and held and shook him. He lay there between the other two naked men, gasping, his legs thrashing wildly, his body straining up to thrust his cock deeper into Bob’s throat. Istvan’s fatigue was forgotten. He’d even forgotten that he was being paid for this! All that mattered, all that existed, was that hot mouth on his prick. His eyes were tightly closed, his every sense thrilling to that sweet, wet, tugging sensation of Bob’s smooth lips sucking him so passionately and with such devastating effect.
Istvan fucked his prick furiously in and out of the other young bodybuilder’s mouth, wanting to drive every inch of his manhood right down his throat.
Hot little muscle bitch, Istvan thought, abandoning himself to the fierce pleasure he was experiencing. My own kid brother … I still can’t believe he’s such a bisexual sex pig! Not that he’s acting all that damn bi right now. The bastard’s behaving awfully frigging gay! But then … so’s Adolar, who’s got a wife, for Christ’s sake! And do am I … this queer shit is really turning me on. Fucking around with other guys who have hot bodies and big dicks … Jesus, I’m having sex with my own brother! And I don’t care! I like it! I can’t decide which of these dirty, horny muscle motherfuckers is hotter, Bob or Adolar!
“Bob’s a good cocksucker, isn’t he?” Adolar asked, his hands running all over Istvan’s heaving and twisting body, caressing and stroking it. “I think he’s blown half the guys in town, at one time or another. Of course, I’ve been busy blowing the other half! Come for him, stud. Give your brother what he wants from you, what he’s been working so far to get. Shoot that hot scum right into his mouth. Right down the cocksucker’s horny throat!” Adolar held the amyl bottle under Istvan’s nose, and then under Bob’s. An instant later, as the hot rush hit him, Bob began sucking Istvan even faster, as though he intended literally to devour his brother’s cock!
With Bob blowing him so ferociously and a fresh rush of amyl blasting through his body and brain, Istvan could take no more. His legs lifted high off the bed and wrapped around Bob’s shoulders, squeezing his head between them, smothering Bob’s face between Istvan’s trembling, strong-muscled thighs. Istvan’s cock was thrust all the way into his brother’s mouth, the thick, pulsating head lodged in the back of his throat.
“You’d better be ready for it, because I’m coming,” Istvan warned. “Take it, you cocksucker! Swallow my fucking cum!”
“Give it to him,” Adolar urged. “Let the fucker have your cum!”
“Aw, fuck! I’m coming, all right,” Istvan gasped.
“All of it,” Adolar coached him. “Shoot it all in his mouth, stud1”
“Coming—!” Istvan moaned.
Bob made a loud, strangulated, gurgling sound, as though he was retching. His mouth and throat were flooded with Istvan’s hot semen. The surplus flow dribbled from the corners of his lips when it came too fast for Bob to swallow. Istvan felt the jism dripping thickly down Bob’s chin and onto his own balls, and the sensation only made him shoot more forcefully. His load came gushing out of him, a fountain of sperm!
Refusing to back off, Bob stayed down on Istvan’s erupting cock all the way, until he’d drained and consumed every drop of the other boy’s sweet, fresh cum. When he finally did lift his mouth off Istvan’s cock, Bob pushed his face down against his big brother’s balls, where he lapped up the semen which had trickled down over them, not wanting a single drop of the precious fluid to escape him.
Istvan lay there, limp and exhausted, close to total collapse. He heard the sound of the popper bottle being unscrewed open again, and he flung his forearm across his face to keep it away from his nose. But this time the amyl wasn’t meant for him. He felt a heavy, clumsy rush of motion on the bed beside him, making the mattress shift, and then he heard a deep grunt rippling up from Bob’s throat. A moment later, the mattress began to rock back and forth with unusual violence, one end of it repeatedly hitting the headboard of the bed in a rhythm which Istvan remembered all too well, from previous occasions when he and another guy had indulged in a really rough fuck. The grunts of bestial excitement coming from the other two men’s throats turned into a steady, hoarse roar of mutual lust and erotic abandon.
Curious, Istvan turned his head, and he saw Bob beside him on the bed, supporting himself on his hands and knees, with his legs spread, and his ass thrust back and up. Bob’s head was tossing wildly from side to side, his eyes were unfocused and glazed over with the amyl and lust, and a string of saliva was dribbling from his slack, panting mouth down his chin, from where it fell to the bed. He was being fucked from behind, doggy style, by Adolar, whose thick hard prick, lubricated from the container on the nightstand, pumped in and out of Bob’s ass like a pile driver, reaming him out to the very depths of his rectum, while Bob moaned and shuddered, and begged the older bodybuilder, “Harder! Oh, fuck me harder, Dad!” With admirable professionalism, Bob remembered that Adolar was supposed to be his stepfather.
In the heat of passion, Istvan wondered why men went to the trouble of pursuing women and trying to seduce them, when they could easily hook up with other, likeminded guys. But it didn’t behoove him to look the gift horse in the mouth—or, in this case, up the ass!
Adolar and Bob, having seemingly forgotten about Istvan for the time being, were really getting into it together. Passing the poppers back and forth between them, they humped with violent, jerky motions of their hips.
The pro bodybuilder was clearly enjoying buggering his hot young fuck buddy with such thoroughness and abandon. His thighs slapped loudly against his protégé’s buttocks each time he drove his cock deep into his anus.
“Your ass feels like a cunt, boy, only better,” Adolar reported. “It’s tighter—hotter—and it’s really good to fuck!”
“Come in my ass,” Bob urged him.
“Sorry, I don’t think so, son. I can breed you any time. You live here at home. I’m saving this load for Istvan, who’s just here for a visit.” Adolar said. Once again, he’d remembered the video’s scenario, and he was improvising his dialogue accordingly. He pulled out of Bob, who groaned in disappointment. “On your belly,” Adolar told Istvan. “I want to pound your butt, too.”
First, though, the three men passed the poppers around. When Adolar eased his big cock between Istvan’s anal opening and thrust it deep up into his butt, Istvan felt that the mature muscle man’s entire body was penetrating him. But the amyl eased the momentary discomfort, and it instantly put Istvan in the mood to be fucked. He soon found himself in the thrall of lewd sensations which got hotter, more intense and varied, and more obscene, while Adolar began to fuck him with the long-driving, rapid strokes which Istvan craved. It was good—damn good!
“Hurry up,” Bob told Adolar. “I want to fuck him, too.”
Adola
r grunted. “What’s the rush? You’ll get your turn. What the hell—it’s all in the family!”
Istvan groaned, as he squeezed his anal muscles to ensure his fucker a good, hot, tight ride. Having his anus end up sore and chafed, before this scene was over, seemed to be a distinct possibility. But he aspired to become a professional porn performer, and his pride kicked in, making him determined to give his two horny costars a good time—and to give the eventual viewers of the completed video their money’s worth. The realization that men would be jacking off while they watched his performance spurred him on to new efforts of homoerotic excess.
“Fuck me, you goddamn muscle men,” he chanted. “Both of you. Fuck my ass!”
“Yeah,” Adolar exulted, driving his dick into the young bodybuilder’s ass with relentless force. “Muscle sex … definitely some of the best sex there is!”
End of Volume Four
Also by Emeric Varady
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A Porn Star is Born
Big Bad Cop: A Muscle Cop’s Story
Bisexual Bodybuilders: Bad Boy Bi Muscle Men and Their Wanton Women
Volume One: A Muscle Pup in Training
Volume Two: Big Brother Gives Bi a Try
Volume Three: Her Muscled Lovers
Volume Four: Pumped Up for Porn
Bisexual Gym Buddies
Bodybuilder Behind Bars 1: Caged Muscle
Bodybuilder Behind Bars 2: Under Heavy Guard
Bodybuilder Behind Bars 3: Doing Hard Time
Bodybuilder in Blue
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
Body Shop: Where Muscle Men Hustle
Budapest by Night
Foreign Body: An American Bodybuilder in Budapest
Gay for Pay Muscle: A Straight Stud Makes His Gay Porn Debut
Give Bi a Try: Two Muscle Men and Their Women
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