Smelling Jakob’s manliness made Konrad tremble with desire. His penis was rock hard, sticking far out in front of him as he knelt, its tip wet and dripping a sticky thread of pre-cum, which resembled a spider’s spun thread.
I’m so hot, Konrad thought, dazedly. So fucking hot!
He was afraid that, overcome by sheer lust, he might actually faint. Fighting to keep himself together and focused, he bent his head down over Jakob’s groin and he stuck out his tongue, using it to lick and wet the head and shaft of the blond stud’s virile phallic projection.
Konrad nuzzled his nose into the other guy’s tawny blond pubic hair, and he rubbed his tongue salaciously all over the weighty mass of Jakob’s ball sac. All the while, Konrad could feel himself shivering helplessly, all over, from head to foot, as though his massive, solid, hard-earned muscles had suddenly been reduced to jelly.
“Your mouth feels good down there, on my balls,” Jakob conceded. “But don’t be such a goddamn tease. Get your mouth on my cock. Give it a good suck.”
Whimpering, Konrad adjusted himself, so that he could slide his face up from Jakob’s testicles, along the veiny underside of his cockshaft, and, opening his lips wide, in an obscene yawn, he could engulf the head of the prick inside his mouth. He was filled, orally, with that glorious male meat. His lips were distended around it, and his tongue was stroking restlessly all over its surface. The thick cockhead, resembling a ripe plum in size and color, was jabbing insistently at the back of his throat, mutely encouraging him to suppress his gag reflex and swallow its awesome, inflexible bulk. Emitting grunts and gurgles from deep down in his throat, Konrad did just that.
Jakob fucked his face, none too gently, but Konrad welcomed the abuse.
Got myself a mouthful of muscle cock! he gloated.
“Uh—shit!” Jakob exclaimed. “There’s nothing like a big, butch muscle stud who really likes to suck dick, and who knows how to do it right! Damn! Everybody down at The Body Shop thinks you’re so frigging butch—such a stud. Wonder what they’d have to say if they could see you now—sucking cock like a dirty sex pig? That’s right, boy. That’s the way. Be my bitch. Suck my cock, you muscle cunt!”
Konrad had no shame, no pride. He wanted to be Jakob’s bitch! Desperate to prove himself worthy of the blond stud’s attention, he sucked in a veritable oral frenzy, gorging himself on the meaty sausage which Jakob was force-feeding him.
“What a mouth,” Jakob moaned. His cock seemed to tremble, extra hard, within the firm clasp of Konrad’s lips. Was he getting ready to come? Konrad fervently hoped so!
But he was denied his wish to taste Jakob’s cum, at least for the time being.
“You’re good—too good,” Jakob told him. “I don’t want to come. Not yet! Stop sucking it for a moment, will you?”
With the utmost reluctance, Konrad curbed his lips off the other guy’s cock, which glistened with the saliva he’d deposited upon it.
Like Konrad, Jakob took a moment to catch his breath. He looked at Konrad, in a searching manner.
“Do you like to fuck?” he demanded, his eyes blazing.
“I like to fuck and be fucked,” Konrad admitted. “I’ll take it, either way.”
“Good! I want you to fuck me.”
Konrad almost swooned, at the mere thought of possessing Jakob’s ass.
“No kidding?” he gasped.
“I don’t kid around, not when it comes to sex,” Jakob declared, matter-of-factly. “This is your lucky night. I’m in the mood to get fucked.”
He repositioned himself on the couch, on his hands and knees on the cushions, with his hands gripping the upright back of the piece of furniture to stabilize himself.
“We don’t need any lube,” he announced. “Just shove it in me—dry and raw. I can take it. You’ll see.”
Konrad thought he must be dreaming. Surely, it couldn’t be true that his idol was asking him to fuck him, that he’d soon have his cock buried in that tight, virile manhole?
“Go in slow at first, though,” Jakob coached him.
Konrad roused himself from his shock. That beautiful male ass was there, bared to him, waiting for him. What he’d fantasized about for so long was about to become a reality.
He was leaking so much pre-cum from his piss slit that he made good use of the discharge, pressing it into service as a natural lubricant, gathering it in the palm of his hand and smearing it all over his bloated, throbbing glans. He nudged his wet prickhead between Jakob’s buttocks, against the puckered entrance to his anus. Jakob pushed his behind backward into Konrad’s groin, mutely urging him to penetrate him.
Eagerly, Konrad did so, violating the man’s yielding sphincter. While he drove his dick into Jakob’s ass, he also reached around and grasped Jakob’s prick in his hand, which he closed in a snug fist around the swollen prong. He shoved his cock deeper into the blond stud’s ass. God, he was tight! Tight and hot! Konrad rammed himself, roughly, the rest of the way inside that provoking hole, and Jakob tensed and let out a yelp as he accepted the phallic invader.
“That’s a big dick!” he cried.
“That’s a hot ass!” Konrad responded.
“Okay, stud, you’ve nailed it, you’re in there—all the way—you big-dicked son of a bitch! Now fuck it! Come on, make good use of that hole! Come on, goddamn you, I need cock in there! Start pushing that dick of yours in and out of me. Yeah, like that. Just like that! Good job. Take your time, stud,” Jakob muttered. “Work that hole of mine. Yeah, work it slow and sweet! Give me a good fucking.”
Konrad was experiencing delicious torment. Fucking Jakob’s butch ass was getting him so hot that he fully expected his flesh to melt. Already, he knew that this extreme pleasure was too intense to last long. It would have to come to its inevitable explosive end, and soon. All too soon!
“Oh, your ass,” Konrad moaned.
“Like it?” Jakob asked him.
“I love it!”
“And I’m loving the way you’re pounding my hole, buddy,” Jakob assured him. “Go ahead, don’t feel you have to hold back. Give me everything you’ve got. Fuck me rough. I can take it. I like it that way. When I get fucked, I want to be fucked by a real man, who’ll take charge and use my hole. I’m not one of those dumb macho guys who thinks there’s something unmanly about giving up my ass to another guy. Men should fuck and get fucked, back and forth, taking turns. That’s the really masculine way for them to have sex together.”
Konrad couldn’t have agreed more!
“I hope you charge more to give up your ass,” Jakob remarked. “I always do. That makes the john think they’re getting something special. I always give them a song and dance about how I don’t get fucked very often. That I hold out until I meet a really masculine man. That’s a laugh, but they eat it up. Just think—you’re getting it for free.”
“Thanks,” Konrad gasped. “I appreciate it.”
“We’ll get along just fine,” Jakob predicted. “We’re two of a kind. And you’ve got at least two of the things it takes to be my buddy. A hot body and a big dick. Oh, make that three things. A strong sex drive, too. You seem to have plenty of stamina. I like a guy who can work out hard at the gym, and then pump with his cock as hard as he pumps the iron.”
Spurred on by Jakob’s praise, Konrad strove even harder to satisfy the other man—and himself.
“Come in my ass,” Jakob begged. He sounded less cocky now, his arrogance yielding to his lust, to the intense pleasure he was deriving from having his anus invaded so thoroughly. “Yeah, come in my ass, stud! I want to feel your hot stuff squirting into me.”
Konrad groaned. “You’re about to get your wish,” he promised. “I’m just about there.”
“Then come,” Jakob moaned. “Come!”
Whorishly, he titled his butt up at a higher angle, at the same time pressing his ass cheeks back into Konrad’s groin, and rotating them in a lewd grinding motion. That did it for Konrad. The sudden, extra stimulation, the awareness that Jako
b wanted his cum in his ass so desperately, was too much for him to withstand. Unable to delay his orgasm any longer, he gave in to it. He felt the familiar strong throbbing of his cock as it unloaded, and his liquid lust gushed out of it, into the depths of Jakob’s ass. Lost in the joy of coming, Konrad fucked his way through his ejaculation, breeding the long-haired blond bodybuilder’s ass.
Finished, he pulled his cock out of Jakob’s butt, and he slumped down, landing half on the couch, half on the floor. Semen still dripped from his piss slit. Slowly, voluptuously, Jakob turned around on the couch, raising one hand to brush a sweaty lock of his hair back from his face. He smiled at Konrad.
“I like the way you fuck,” he said.
“I like the way you take it.” Konrad replied.
“I know you said you like it both ways—”
“I do.”
“But If you don’t mind, I won’t fuck you tonight. Next time, okay? I always like to keep something in reserve, to give the other guy an incentive to see me again.” Before Konrad could blurt out that he hardly needed an excuse to see Jakob again, the blond stud went on, “But I didn’t shoot when you shot off in my ass. I saved it. You’d like to see me come, now, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell, yeah,” Konrad declared.
“I want you to get on your knees. Jerk off yours while I jerk off mine. Then, when I’m just about ready to shoot, I’ll let you know. Then you open your mouth, so I can come right in it. I want you to swallow it.”
“Sure,” Konrad agreed, gasping for breath. He was so intensely aroused, so hot for Jakob, that he would have been willing to do anything the other guy demanded from him, no matter how perverse or humiliating. Having another man masturbate in front of him and ejaculate in his mouth scarcely even qualified as kinkiness.
Konrad moved quickly to obey, getting down on his knees at Jakob’s feet. He couldn’t wait to see the other muscle man’s huge cock explode and spew out its charge of semen. He was certain that the sight would be overwhelmingly erotic, and would help to trigger his own orgasm. Next time the two of them got together, Jakob would fuck his ass. Konrad intended to hold him to that promise. It would give him something to look forward to and to fantasize about, in the meantime. The mere thought of surrendering his ass to Jakob made Konrad feel even hotter.
He crouched in front of Jakob, masturbating, as Jakob had instructed him to do. Jakob began jerking off, too. His foreskin, like Konrad’s, was peeled back, exposing his swollen, agitated glans. Both men were leaking jism, evidence of their intense mutual arousal. Shamelessly, covetously, Konrad gaped at the other guy’s prick. What a piece of meat, he thought, dazedly. Thick! Thick and hard! What a pair of big balls, too. Uh, I want to see that thing unload! I want this guy’s hot cum! In my mouth—down my throat—!
Jakob was enjoying himself. Exerting his dominance over another bodybuilder increased his excitement, to the extent that he had to struggle to maintain self-control and prevent himself from coming too soon. He looked down, with a stern expression on his handsome face, at the equally good-looking stud who knelt so servilely at his feet. Konrad had a rapt, worshipful look on his face, which was just what Jakob wanted to see. Both men were flushed, their skins turning red and perspiring heavily. Their eyes were glassy with desire.
“Are you going to swallow my jizz, like a good boy?” Jakob asked.
“Yeah. Let me have it. Give it to me, please!”
“Not until I’m good and ready.” Jakob’s hand was pumping more rapidly on his prickshaft.
Konrad groaned in frustration. He started jacking his own cock faster, more roughly.
“Don’t come until I do,” Jakob warned him.
Konrad quaked with erotic anticipation. Being ordered around by the big blond Visigoth was incredibly arousing. There was a perverse pleasure to be found in submissiveness. He couldn’t ejaculate until Jakob did—he’d have to pace himself, prolong his masturbation, and time his self-induced orgasm just right. Oddly enough, he was finding this mutual masturbation to be almost as satisfying as having Jakob fuck him in the ass. He remembered fucking Jakob, how the other guy had taken his cock, obviously enjoying it. Konrad was sure that Jakob would be every bit as good when he assumed the active role in anal intercourse.
Konrad had been mildly disappointed when Jakob hadn’t come while he was screwing him. Now, though, he was grateful that Jakob had saved his load. Soon, Konrad would be able to watch that huge, dark-pink cockhead pulsate uncontrollably as it spat out its thick, wet white load. The delay, the suspense, was agony for him!
“Not yet,” the hard-breathing Jakob gasped out. “How’re you holding up?”
“My balls ache,” Konrad complained. “I want to come so bad, it hurts.”
“Good,” the blond muscle man taunted. “I want you so hot that when you do pop, you’ll go crazy.”
Konrad groaned. He already felt crazed, insane with lust.
“Keep jacking that big hard thing of yours,” he was instructed by his stern blond muscle god. Konrad groaned again, in frustration and despair. Jakob was a deity who demanded nothing less than total adoration from his worshippers.
Jakob began to edge himself, prolonging his pleasure, delaying his orgasm. He would give himself a few light, teasing strokes with his hand, but then he would pause. More fluid leaked from the gaping piss slit which split the tip of his prick. Collecting the pre-cum on the ball of his thumb, Jakob slowly, voluptuously spread it over his glans, making it slick. Konrad stared at the other bodybuilder, unwilling to avert his gaze, afraid even to blink, for fear he might miss something. Konrad had done something similar to himself many times, toying with himself while he masturbated—but it was even more exciting to watch another guy do it.
And Jakob seemed just as fascinated by his own cock as Konrad was obsessed with it. The blond stud was proud of his big cock, Konrad surmised, and with good reason. He was exceptionally well hung. No wonder he peddled that dick and got paid for it, the way Konrad did. He was real competition on the meat market!
“You look like you’re about ready to bust your nuts,” Jakob observed, in a husky tone of voice. “Are you?”
“Yeah, I’m getting close,” Konrad panted. “I want to come when you do.”
“I like to drag it out for as long as I can,” Jakob admitted. “Until I can’t stand it any longer, and I just have to shoot. That’s always hot. And it always makes me come extra hard and thick.”
His cock jutted upward at an angle, like a derrick, its head aimed at the ceiling. He would have to use his hand to pull it down in order to jettison his load into Konrad’s mouth. When he did so, Konrad realized, that would be Konrad’s signal that he needed to open his mouth. Wide! Jakob would surely force-feed him a mouth-filling, throat-choking torrent of fresh hot sperm! Konrad’s lips and tongue, the interior of his mouth, his throat—they all felt dry and parched. He was thirsting for the soothing relief which the other guy’s semen would give him.
“Work that prick,” Jakob demanded. “Get ready. I’m just about there.”
At last! Konrad wanted to shout, in triumph. But he maintained a tense, expectant silence, except for his labored breathing—and the steady, rhythmic slap of flesh upon flesh which his uninterrupted, increasingly desperate, masturbation created.
Jakob was emitting similar sounds. He stared down at the way Konrad was pumping on his cock with his fist, at the way Konrad’s arm muscles bulged from the effort he was exerting, trying to squeeze the semen from his overexcited, tormented dick. The blond bodybuilder’s facial expression grew more intense, screwed up into a satyr-like mask of lust, an effect which his bristling mustache and long, shaggy, disheveled locks of hair only emphasized. His whole big, hard-muscled body began to shake. He was getting close! So close, Konrad realized with glee, that he wouldn’t be able to keep holding his orgasm back, even if he wanted to!
“You hot goddamn muscle fuck!” Jakob yelled, abruptly, his face contorted, his body quivering. “Here it comes, you cocksucker
!”
Konrad felt lightheaded and dizzy, almost faint, with longing. Frantically, he sped up the pumping action of his hand on his own tortured prick. Jakob lunged forward, pushing his cock downward, aiming it at Konrad’s face.
“Open your fucking mouth!” Jakob roared. But the command was superfluous. On cue, Konrad had already opened his mouth, as wide as he could, and stuck out his tongue, also as far as he could force it from between his lips. At the same time, he thrust his face forward, toward that penis which was now pointed at him like a weapon.
Cum erupted like a geyser from the gaping piss slit in Jakob’s glans. He sprayed his first few spurts of semen all over Konrad’s face, before he corrected his aim and he fired his next thick wads directly into Konrad’s mouth, and onto his protruding tongue.
“Yeah, take that fucking jizz all over your face!” Jakob barked.
Konrad’s fist had finally done its work. He was ejaculating, too, with a force which was almost painful, his cum flying through the gap between Jakob’s legs and splattering all over the floor behind where he stood. Whimpering, Konrad swallowed the other man’s sperm, while he milked himself dry of his own unusually copious load.
Jakob maintained his domineering stance until he had finished ejecting his seed. Only then did he stumble backward. Konrad slumped back with his buttocks resting on his heels, his mouth tingling with the lingering salty taste of Jakob’s cum, his throat coated with the residue of the male slime he’d swallowed so greedily.
Panting for breath, Jakob stepped forward again. “Clean it off,” he commanded.
Abjectly, Konrad took the guy’s softening cock back inside his mouth. He sucked and slurped on it, soaking it in his saliva, which was flowing freely again, and licking it with his tongue. When he was confident that he’d washed it thoroughly, he released the now-flaccid male organ, with the greatest reluctance, giving it an impassioned goodbye kiss. Goodbye just for now, he promised himself. I’m going to suck that thing again, soon—and often!
“You’re not bad, dude,” Jakob deigned to say. “I like a guy who knows how to follow orders.”
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