Body Shop

by Emeric Varady

  He leaned forward over the woman, whose whorishly spread legs opened even wider and moved far back. Her cunt lifted to meet his cock, and a moment later, he was pushing his erection into her seething slot, which was a tight fit despite her generous outpouring of natural lubricant.

  “Oh, you’re so big and hard!” Katalin squealed, staring up at him, wide-eyed with surprise and delight. “Fuck me, lover! Oh, fuck me good and hard. Give me everything you’ve got. I’m so wet down there, so juiced up. My clitty feels like it’s on fire! I just know I’m going to come, big time!”

  “Fuck the whore,” Todor encouraged Konrad. “She’ll do anything you want.”

  “Oh, my pussy’s so hot and wet,” Katalin gloated. “What a cock! God, what a cock! I thought all you big muscle boys were fags,” she declared, none too diplomatically. “But you’re all man, baby! You really know how to ring a woman’s bell!”

  “You’re damn right I do,” Konrad swore, angrily. He’d show this slutty bitch just how well a fag could screw her and make her come! It was extraordinary, how rage could be an aphrodisiac. A whole new level of lust took possession of him. He wanted to punish her pussy with his cock!

  Think about Jakob, Konrad told himself, while he pumped his prick in and out of Katalin’s smoldering vagina in an erotic fury. I bet his asshole is nice and tight. His body is so hot. That long blond hair falling down over the back of his neck, over those big shoulders of his, and getting into his eyes, in front—! Yeah, what a stud! I wish I was in his ass, fucking his ass, right now. Come on, earn your money, fuck this bitch, make her come. Shoot your cum in her cunt, unload—!

  Katalin, thoroughly aroused, was moaning. Her cunt was tightening and flexing around Konrad’s steadily plowing prick. Her breasts were jiggling, the nipples two hard, swollen cones. Fucking away nonstop, indefatigably, Konrad turned his head and glanced at Todor, who was furiously masturbating his own rigid cock while he watched his wife being fucked by the hard-muscled young bodybuilder.

  “Ooh, you’re going to make me come! Again!” Katalin squealed.

  “Fuck her through it, Konrad,” Todor urged. “But try not to come, yourself. Not yet, stud. I want your cock in my ass. I want you to shoot your cum in my ass.”

  Konrad groaned. He was going to have to pace himself, if he hoped to satisfy these two horny, demanding, seemingly insatiable customers! But he steeled himself, and, manfully, he drove on, giving Katalin what she wanted, but conserving his semen, saving his load for Todor. He was actually looking forward to fucking the hot married man’s ass.

  And how hot and receptive Todor’s ass turned out to be! Konrad fucked the guy like a demon, driving his dick deep into his rectum. But, the more savagely he jackhammered the married man’s manhole, the more ecstatically Todor accepted the anal abuse and begged for more, while his wife looked on, masturbating herself, wildly aroused by the sight of her spouse being screwed by a muscle stud.

  The most surreal part of the whole experience, in fact, was the glee Katalin took in seeing her husband being buggered.

  “Is he in you, lover?” she asked Todor. “Is he in your ass? Deep in your ass? Fucking you? Fucking you the way you like?”

  “Oh, yeah, this young muscle stud really knows how to fuck another man,” Todor assured her. “He’s tearing me up! Don’t stop, Konrad. Give it to me rough. Punish my goddamn hole. That’s what I want. I want it to hurt.”

  “Hurt him, stud,” Katalin moaned. “Hurt him good! Make him come, with your prick in his ass.”

  “Fuck me!” Todor demanded, as he took Konrad’s cock with a shameless greed.

  “Fuck him!” Katalin squealed, as she frigged her cunt lips and her clit with her fingers.

  “Fuck you, dude!” Konrad roared, as he prepared to unload in the married man’s ass. “Oh, you’re going to get it. A big load of cum, up your fucking bi hole, man!”

  Katalin came. Todor came. Konrad came, in Todor’s ass.

  But the lustful married couple still weren’t satisfied. They wanted more! Konrad’s mouth, his tongue, his hands, his cock, his ass—every part of his body was pressed into service, to participate in one lurid sex act after another. Even his feet and his toes were sucked on, at one point!

  An hour later, Konrad left the couple’s apartment—sexually spent. But in his pocket he had not just the amount of money he and Todor had agreed upon, but a generous tip, as well. He’d earned every forint! What a workout!

  Chapter Five: His Blond Muscle God

  The next time Konrad and Jakob happened to be at the gym at the same time, and they got into a casual post-workout conversation, Konrad finally worked up the courage to make his play for the big blond muscle god whom he’d been worshipping from a distance.

  “Maybe we could get together sometime for a drink—or something,” Konrad suggested, looking, sounding, and feeling far less self-assured than he usually did in such circumstances.

  Jakob gave him a shrewd, knowing look. He let the other bodybuilder stew for a moment before he answered.

  “Maybe we should,” he said. “But why do I get the impression that it’s the ‘something’ you’re really interested in, and not the drink?”

  “I don’t know,” a flustered Konrad lied.

  Jakob smiled. “You like me, don’t you, dude?”

  “Sure I do. What’s not to like?”

  “You hardly know me,” Jakob pointed out. “Just from here at the gym. For all you know, I could be a real prick. And not the kind of a prick a guy like you wants to get closely acquainted with,” he joked.

  Konrad could feel himself blushing, to his annoyance. “A guy like me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “A cocksucker,” Jakob explained, bluntly. “You are gay, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah,” Konrad admitted. “Aren’t you?”

  “When it suits me to be.”

  Konrad thought this was a strange, enigmatic answer.

  “You mean you’re gay for pay?” he asked.

  “When the guy is old or ugly, or both, and I can use some extra money.” Jakob’s facial expression was bland, his tone of voice frank. “I’ve seen you leave here, or exchange numbers with, some guys who don’t strike me as exactly your type. I assumed those were commercial transactions, too. Correct me if I’m wrong.”

  “You’re not wrong. I thought I was being pretty discreet.”

  “Oh, you are. I’m not blind, though. I tend to be observant. That’s all.”

  “So we’re both working the same game,” Konrad suggested.

  “Just a couple of muscle whores—yeah,” Jakob agreed, not without humor. “The johns get their money’s worth, though. It’s funny, when a guy’s wallet and his money starts flying out, how my cock starts to stand at attention, and I’m ready to do just about anything. And nine times out of ten, I end up enjoying it.”

  “What about—doing it with a guy who appeals to you—for free?”

  “Depends on the guy. If he’s my type, I’ll toss him my boner, for him to gnaw on.”

  Now it was Konrad’s turn to be blunt. “How about me? Am I your type?”

  “Could be. Got to warn you, though. All I’m interested in is sex,” Jakob insisted. “None of that needy, clinging, possessive shit. If and when I ever decide I want a boyfriend, then he might as well be a rich one.”

  “Seems kind of cynical.”

  “Seems like just plain being honest, to me.”

  “Well—obviously, I’m not rich,” Konrad said. “Which must mean all I can hope from you is a casual thing.”

  “Would you be willing to settle for that?”

  “With you—yes,” Konrad avowed.

  Looking thoughtful, Jakob nodded. “Okay. That could work for me. Are you a hot fuck?”

  “You don’t expect me to say ‘no, I’m afraid I’m not,’ do you?” Konrad responded, wryly. “I don’t walk around carrying written testimonials or references from my other tricks in my pocket.”

  Jakob smiled. “Aw, lighte
n up. I’m just teasing you. If you’re not busy tonight, if you don’t have anywhere you have to go right now—?”

  “I don’t,” Konrad said, quickly. “I’m free.”

  “We can go to my place. We can drink there, for free. No charge for the ‘something,’ either,” Jakob added, wryly. “I’m usually a little uptight after a workout. All pumped up, not just my muscles, but mentally and sexually, too—you know? I need to get rid of that extra nervous energy, before I can unwind. You look like you’d be better than a hand job.”

  Talk about a backhanded compliment! But Konrad wasn’t offended. He was thrilled. He wanted Jakob so badly that he was willing to take the stud on any terms. There was a saying to the effect that a stiff prick has no conscience. In Konrad’s case, he was perfectly ready to admit that his stiff prick didn’t have any pride, either!

  In his car, he followed Jakob to the latter’s place.

  “Let me toss these things in the laundry basket, before they start stinking up the place,” Jakob said. Unzipping his gym bag, he extracted his shorts, T-shirt, jockstrap, and socks. “Unless—?” Smirking, he brandished the jockstrap and socks at his guest. “Maybe you’d like to sniff on these, first?”

  Konrad grimaced. “No, thanks.”

  “Not kinky?”

  “Not particularly.”

  “Too bad. You don’t know what you’re missing. Aw, don’t look at me like that! You don’t have to worry—it’s not like I have a dungeon set up in here. Nothing like that. Sit down, for Christ’s sake.”

  After taking his gym clothes into another room, Jakob offered Konrad bottled beer, which his guest accepted.

  “So—what do you like to do?” Jakob asked.

  “Do?”

  “You know. Sexually.”

  “Oh. Most things, I guess. As long as they stop short of kinky.”

  “You’re a basic vanilla sex kind of guy, huh? I won’t say ‘no’ to having my cock sucked,” Jakob announced.

  “That’s generous of you,” Konrad retorted.

  “What’s the point of playing games? That’s what you want, isn’t it? Why you came here? To get my cock in your mouth?”

  “When you put it like that—so crudely—!” Konrad protested.

  “Aw, get over yourself! Come on. Let’s get out of these clothes.”

  Well, I suppose this is “take it or leave it,” Konrad told himself. And I’ll take it!

  Jakob had been sitting on his well-worn and rather broken-down old couch, with a coffee table in front of him, and Konrad was seated in an equally battered armchair at a ninety-degree angle to one side. Both young men stood up. Setting their beer bottles down on the coffee table, they both undressed, completely, depositing their clothes carelessly on the floor.

  They were both naked. And erect—in Jakob’s case, very erect. That was promising, Konrad thought. But Jakob, although he scrutinized Konrad’s nude body, with its burgeoning cock, sat back down on the couch, picked up his beer bottle, raised it to his lips, and drank, all with a studied nonchalance, as though two guys being nude in each other’s presence was the most natural thing in the world, unworthy of comment, and certainly not at all sexual.

  Konrad begged to differ! But, reseating himself in the armchair, he played along.

  “This is a hell of a lot more comfortable,” Jakob remarked. “I’m usually nude, or just about naked, when I’m here at home alone.”

  “And when you have company?” Konrad inquired.

  Jakob smirked. “Then, I like to be naked, too. Like now. And I like it when I’m with a horny, dirty little muscle slut, like you, who’s all hot and bothered at the sight of my body.”

  “I’m curious about something,” Konrad said, anxious to change the subject. Jakob had just described him, all too accurately!

  “Yeah? What? Don’t be shy. Ask me anything you want. Jesus, dude, here we are, bare-assed naked in front of each other. We’re already nude drinking buddies,” Jakob joked. “And we’re going to be fuck buddies, before the night’s over. Meanwhile, what do you want to know?”

  “Where you find your johns. At The Body Shop?”

  “Sometimes, not always. I like to keep a low profile there,” Jakob admitted. “I’ve thought about working for one of those escort agencies, but why give them a cut of the money? I’d rather pocket it all myself. The bars are always a good place to cruise, of course. And not just the gay bars.

  “You’re like me, Konrad. You must be used to receiving a lot of attention when you go out, huh? When I’m out in public, I always get a lot of looks. Sometimes it’s just guys admiring my body and wishing they could look as good as me, but I’ve learned how to tell the difference between that and sexual curiosity—what I call ‘cock lust.’ Know what I mean?”

  Konrad nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Last week, for example, I was at a straight club with a buddy of mine—a straight buddy, despite all my efforts to convert him to the cause,” Jakob went on. “And this other guy was sure getting a good look at me. My buddy was afraid he was one of these self-proclaimed tough guys who’s always out looking to start trouble, but I could tell it was something else. I waited until he went to the men’s room, and I followed him.

  “He was a big bruiser, with a little too much body fat cushioning his muscles for my taste, but he certainly looked capable of taking care of himself in a fight. Some guys might have found him intimidating, but being the cocky fucker I am, I walked right up to the urinals and I stood right next to him, hauling out my nice thick muscle cock and taking a long, leisurely piss. I could have used one of the other urinals, but I wanted to see how that motherfucker would react to my invading his personal space.

  “He was nervous, which I thought was kind of amusing, after the bold way he’d been checking me out back in the barroom. But his cock was getting hard. I kept showing off mine long after I’d stopped pissing, while he just stood and he stared down at our pricks.

  “‘That guy you’re with,’ he said. ‘Is he your boyfriend?’

  “‘No, we’re just friends,’ I told him. ‘He’s straight.’

  “‘What about you?’

  “‘I’m gay for pay.’

  “‘How much?’

  “We agreed on a price. We stuffed our dicks back in our pants and zipped up. Back in the main room, I said goodbye to my buddy, who knew the score. Twenty minutes later, the big guy was back at my place, here, on his knees, jerking himself off and begging me to feed him my cock.

  “I really played that sucker. I wasn’t going to go easy on him. I made him work for it, and I made damn sure that he knew that I was the one who was in control. I slapped his face with my dick a few times, and I let him lick the tip and taste my pre-cum, but I told him he was going to have to worship my fucking body before he’d allowed to suck on my muscle man meat.

  “He was so hot for my cock, he did everything I told him to do. Licked me all over. Licked my balls and took them into his mouth. Rubbed his tongue around in my sweaty pits, and stuck it up my ass. Finally, I let him suck my prick. He was good at it, but he was too turned on to last long. Gagging on my fat dick, he shot his cum all over the floor, right there near where you’re sitting. That’s what can happen sometimes with some of these muscle-loving freaks—the first chance they get to taste my cock, it blows their minds, and they blow their load, too.

  “I jerked off over him, and I made him take my cum all over his face before I took the money from him and I made him leave. He was humiliated, but I could tell he liked it, and I know he’ll be back to worship my muscles and suck my cock again.

  “I gave him my number, and I took his. If I don’t hear from him in a day or two, I’ll send him a pic of my hard dick and invite him to come here and suck it—for money, again, of course—and I know he’ll be here within the hour. You have to be proactive with some of these johns, Konrad, and keep them on the hook.”

  “Good advice,” Konrad agreed.

  “That’s enough shop talk.” Jakob sank back
into the couch cushions, with his bare butt on the leather upholstery. He pushed the coffee table out of the way. Leaning back, he spread his legs. “Enough of this kidding around. Come here,” he insisted. “Warm me up. Suck my dick.”

  Konrad found it slightly humiliating to be issued such orders, so brusquely. He was accustomed to being the dominant partner, more or less the one who was in charge, during a sexual encounter. His trysts with Enre were typical. Konrad was the one who was desired, lusted after, who laid down the rules of the physical relationship. But now Jakob was taking charge, and Konrad had to either like it, or lump it.

  But he swallowed his pride. His lust for the rugged blond man outweighed any other consideration. Whatever he had to do to have sex with Jakob, he was sure it would be well worth it!

  “You’re kind of mean, aren’t you?” he accused Jakob.

  The naked blond stud sneered at him. “I’m kind of honest. What you see is what you get. You want it? Come get it. No game playing, no bullshit. Just your mouth on my cock, making us both feel good.”

  I hate this guy’s guts! Konrad told himself. But, immediately, he added, But I still want him! I want him so bad! Oh, how I want his cock! Bastard—big-dicked, good-looking, sexy smug bastard! Yeah, I want his cock!

  Unhesitatingly, he walked over to where Jakob sat, standing in front of him for a moment, before he crouched down, positioning himself on his knees between the other guy’s powerfully muscled legs and big bare feet. From Jakob’s groin, there arose just the faintest musky male crotch aroma. When he inhaled through his flared nostrils, Konrad got a good whiff of the scent, which intoxicated it, just as though he was sniffing poppers, or some other recreational drug. If anything, he wished that Jakob was dirtier—unwashed for days—or just come from the gym, after a long, hard workout, without having showered, so that the iron pumping stench was still on him!