Urban Delights

by Emeric Varady

  While I turned down the bed and dimmed the lights to a soft, seductive glow, Sandor pulled out one of the little brown glass bottles which Brash had given us, its screw-on cap sealed with cellophane.

  “Let’s see whether these American poppers are anything like the kind we have back home,” he said, setting the vial down on the nightstand beside the bed.

  “I’m not used to them,” I admitted. “That stuff tends to fuck up my head. But yeah, I’ll give them a try.”

  “Poppers are great,” Ramon insisted, enthusiastically.

  The guest bedroom was actually a quite large space. But with two big bodybuilders in it, along with Ramon’s smaller but still nicely muscled physique, it suddenly seemed to be wall to wall muscle—and wall to wall cock! None of the three of us suffered from anything which could be described as inhibitions, and each of us was already springing a boner.

  In the dim light of the bedroom, it was easy to concentrate on Ramon’s beautiful brown body and large uncircumcised cock, although I also admired his handsome young face, which was distorted by a satyr-like leer at the moment.

  Despite his lust for Ramon, Sandor stayed on the sidelines for a moment, casually stroking his cock with one hand and playing with his nipples with the other, watching while Ramon lay down beside me and rubbed his sleek body restlessly against mine. His breath felt hot in my ear when he showered wet kisses all over my face and neck. I felt the mattress shift under our combined weight as Ramon slid down my torso to my crotch, sucking on my nipples and darting his tongue into my navel along the way. I next felt his breath on my abs, and his hands fondling my balls, one of them releasing my testicles in order to grasp my cock and hold it up for his waiting, hungry mouth.

  “Fuck, both of you Hungarian dudes have big pieces of meat. This motherfucker looks like it could be damn suckable. A real mouthful,” Ramon mumbled, and he kissed my cock.

  “Go ahead and find out for yourself,” I invited him.

  “Let’s all have a snort, first,” Sandor suggested.

  He picked up the bottle, wrested off its cellophane wrapper, unscrewed the cap, and raised it to his nostrils, breathing in the vapor through one while pinching the other nostril shut.

  “Aw, shit,” he reported. “Good stuff.”

  He repeated the sniffing process on the other side of his nose, and then he handed the bottle to Ramon, who used it before offering it to me. Inhaling, I caught the full force of the aroma, which was strong and sharp, seeping through my bloodstream, firing up my brain and my lungs. I could feel my prick pulse more urgently, all readiness now.

  “Feels good, huh?” Sandor asked me.

  “Yeah,” I admitted.

  “I want to blow you, Emeric, you goddamn muscle stud!” Ramon declared. Of course, I liked to hear that Ramon found me attractive. “You just lie back and let me suck you, stud! Yeah—you can fuck my face for me, shove all of this cock of yours right down my throat and make me choke on it! You can pretend it’s a hot, tight asshole—or a nice, juicy cunt!”

  “Nobody needs pussy, when they’ve got a hot guy like you,” I assured him.

  He laughed. “Thanks, man! It’s funny, though, isn’t it, how the other guy always looks better when you’ve got a hard-on? When you want to get off? When you want to suck and fuck, or be sucked and get fucked?”

  “I’m so hot,” I complained. Huffing the poppers had jacked up my usual level of arousal to a whole new level.

  “I can tell you are. Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you. I was watching you and Brash fuck, for the video. I could tell what a hot number you are. Can’t wait to find out for myself.”

  “Do it, dude,” Sandor coached Ramon, excitedly. “Suck him. He’s got a beautiful cock.”

  “So I see.”

  “Take it from me, that’s a real mouthful.”

  “A choker, huh? A gagger?” Ramon looked and sounded positively inspired, as though he was being presented with a challenge which he couldn’t resist. “Nothing I can’t handle,” he bragged. “Let’s take another hit, before I get down to work.”

  He snorted the poppers again. So did I. I was flying! This American amyl was potent shit!

  “Shit,” I gasped. “Now I’m even hotter!”

  “Now you want me to suck you, don’t you?” Ramon teased me. “Don’t you? Don’t you, you sexy muscle stud?”

  “Yeah,” I gasped. “Get your mouth on it, you prickteasing little motherfucker!”

  “I thought so—” His warm hand, damp with perspiration despite the air conditioning cooling the room, squeezed my cock with a near-crushing force, and I felt as though my penis was already about to erupt in a shower of cum. I experienced such a rush of sensation, a combination of the amyl and his manipulation of me, that I almost fainted from the intensity of it. My hips rose with an aching need from the bed, thrusting my cock through his fist, aiming it blindly toward where his mouth had just been.

  “Do it,” I invited, or rather I begged, him.

  “You want it sucked? You want to feel my hot, dirty mouth sucking that cum from you, big guy? You want to shoot that cum right down my nasty, cocksucking throat? Are you going to make me swallow that cum?”

  “Yeah,” I moaned. “Fucking hell, yeah!”

  With my brain completely under the influence of the amyl, his words seemed to hang in the air, impacting my ears with an exaggerated vividness which made it seem that he was doing what he was merely saying. “Sucked!”—I could feel the wet warmth of a mouth rubbing up and down on my cock. “Sucking that cum from you!”—I groaned, as though a load of semen was in fact spurting from me. “Shoot that cum! Swallow that cum!”—I could hear him choking on my fluid as I shot it down his throat.

  “You want it now, don’t you?” he taunted me, smugly, with a laugh. “Yeah, you want it—and I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to suck this big, fat cock of yours like it’s never been sucked before in your life!” He seized the poppers from Sandor’s hand and he shoved the bottle under each of his nostrils in turn, taking deep whiffs before handing it back. “Give him another hit,” he gasped.

  Sandor held the vial under my nose. At the same instant when the fumes began to spread through my body, I also felt the heat of Ramon’s mouth surround my prick and take it, quickly, effortlessly, all the way down to its base.

  What a cocksucker that boy was!

  I went wild with lust. I lay there, panting desperately for breath, experiencing the amyl rush, my legs thrashing, my pelvis straining up from the bed to thrust my cock still deeper into Ramon’s throat. All I cared about, all that mattered to me, was that mouth of his on my dick, servicing me so well. I closed my eyes in order to concentrate on how good the blow job felt. Every muscle in my body seemed to be tensed and vibrating. I exulted in the wet, slick, tugging sensation of his warm lips sucking me. I fucked furiously in and out of his mouth, trying to drive my prick all the way down his throat and strangulate him with it. I couldn’t believe how hot it felt. I seemed to have more than one mouth down there on my cock, enveloping it, sucking me. More than one agile, slippery tongue licking my flesh. More than one hungry young stud eating my meat, swallowing it all the way to my balls, and burrowing his snub nose deeper into my bush of pubic hair in his frenzied attempt to cram even more of my cock inside his mouth.

  At that moment, I thought that Ramon was the hottest, sexiest, handsomest sex partner I’d ever had! I was in love with the guy!

  “Feels good, doesn’t it, buddy?” Sandor asked me, insistently. “See what a good friend I am, letting you have Ramon first? Don’t worry, I’m going to have him, too, before the three of us are done! Bo and Trent have told me what a good job Ramon does of taking care of them—usually, both of them at once. Guess we’re going to find out for ourselves just how good he is! Don’t be shy, Emeric. Don’t hold back. Give the guy what he wants, what he’s working so hard for. Come for him, buddy. Shoot that hot shit right down his throat. He wants it, he likes it. He wants to drink you
r cum! Here, maybe this will help.” Sandor held the poppers under Ramon’s nose. An instant later, the young Hispanic man began sucking me faster and harder, even more voraciously, as though his oral efforts up until now had been only a warm-up, and it was just now that he was really getting into devouring my cock.

  The popper bottle was shoved under my nose, again, by Sandor, and with Ramon blowing me so fiercely and this fresh wave of chemically enhanced arousal surging through me, I could endure no more.

  “I’m going—to come!” I moaned.

  My legs lifted themselves from the bed and they wrapped around Ramon’s shoulders. I was smothering the poor guy’s handsome face between my thickly muscled thighs. My cock was all the way inside his mouth, the head lodged far down in his throat.

  “Take it!” I yelled. “Take it, goddamn you, you cocksucker! I’m coming!”

  “Give it to him,” I heard Sandor growl. “Give him your cum!”

  “Uh, he’s going to get it—all of it—!” I warned.

  “Give it to him! All of it! Shoot it all in his mouth, buddy! Feed the sexy little fucker your hot jizz! Lő, lsten átok Ön, lő!” [“Shoot, God damn you, shoot!”] Sandor was so excited that he shouted out the last exhortation in Hungarian.

  “Fucking hell, I’m coming!” I cried. And I was! I was ejaculating. Helplessly! Copiously! Spewing out my full, fiery load of manly sex fluid, with no regard for whether my obviously talented cocksucker could comfortably absorb the livid torrent, or not! My semen scalded him, orally!

  Ramon emitted a sound as though he was retching, strangulated by my sperm. His throat was filled with my cum, his lips dribbling the overflow from both of their corners as it came too fast for him to swallow. I could feel my semen dripping down, obscenely, onto my balls, and the awareness, the sensation, only made me seem to shoot off more and more! All of my cum came gushing out of me like a spring torrent after a thaw.

  Ramon stayed down my dick all through my orgasm, until he’d drained and swallowed every drop of my jism. When he finally did lift his mouth off me, the lower half of his flushed, sweaty face was smeared with my cum. Grinning, leering at me in a way which was truly satyr-like, my hungry cocksucker pushed his face down against my balls, and he lapped up the cum which had dribbled over them, not wanting a drop of my fuck fluid to go to waste. Smacking his lips, he looked ecstatic, as though my semen was some intoxicating liqueur.

  I lay there on the disordered bed, limp and exhausted, close to total collapse—fucked out! I was aware of the mattress shifting and rocking under me, as my two heavily muscled bedmates moved on it, changing their positions. I smelled the sharp, acrid aroma of the poppers, after the bottle’s cap was unscrewed again. But this time, the amyl wasn’t intended for me. I heard Sandor snorting the poppers, and then he emitted a deep grunt from far down in his throat. A moment later, the bed began to move back and forth, in a regular swaying rhythm, and the grunts from both of the other two men’s throats blended into a steady rumble.

  Curious, I lifted my head and looked. I saw Sandor bent over, on his hands and knees. His head tossed wildly from side to side, his sweaty, disheveled hair flying. His eyes were glazed and gleaming with amyl-enhanced lust, and a sticky string of glistening saliva dripped from his slack mouth to his chin, and then down onto the bed. He was being fucked up the ass, quite savagely, by Ramon, who knelt behind him on the quaking mattress, jackhammering his big dick in and out of Sandor’s squirming, spasming ass. Ramon was fudge packing Sandor’s ass, and it was obvious that both men were enjoying the obscene act, immensely.

  “Don’t worry, buddy,” Ramon assured me, as he humped away. “Your turn will come, in a minute. I’m going to screw you, too, as soon as I’m done pounding our buddy Sandor’s butt!”

  Ramon didn’t make idle promises. The guy was an animal, insatiable once he got started. The three of us had ourselves quite an orgy.

  “Infierno! Una dosis doble de pene culturista y culo!” Ramon yelled, so excited that he reverted to Spanish. I’d had sex with enough Spaniards to pick up some of the language, and I figured out that he was saying, “Hell! A double dose of bodybuilder cock and ass!” (Afterward, when I explained this to Sandor, I suggested that we ought to start offering ourselves to guys for threesomes, as “the double dose.” He pointed out that this might be misinterpreted, and make us a target for “bug chasers.” Oops!)

  Ramon fucked Sandor while Sandor jacked himself off. After Sandor sprayed his jism all over the bed, Ramon didn’t come in his ass, though. He pulled out of Sandor’s butt.

  Fueled by more amyl, Ramon announced that he wanted to compare the taste of our asses. Like a hog rooting around in search of food, he rimmed first me, then Sandor, soon bringing us both back to a high level of arousal, our cocks hard and ready for action again. He had an unusually broad, nimble tongue, which drove me absolutely insane with lust when he poked it deep inside my manhole and wriggled it around inside me. I’m afraid that, speaking of hoggish behavior, I was quite a sex pig, myself. After Ramon was done sucking Sandor’s ass, I selfishly pleaded with him to eat out my butthole again! Grinning, he complied. Sandor, to give him credit, didn’t seem to mind. He masturbated while he observed Ramon licking my ass.

  Then Ramon fucked me. My God! What a stud he was! My ass, relaxed by the poppers and well warmed up by all of that rimming, received one hell of a pounding—which, of course, was exactly what I wanted. While Ramon screwed me, Sandor straddled my chest and force-fed me his dick, so my mouth and ass were both stuffed with hot, hard, horny male meat. Aw, shit! At that moment, getting all that cock, I was the most sexually fulfilled gay man in the whole state of Florida! No—make that in the entire eastern seaboard of the United States! I wouldn’t have traded places with anyone!

  Sandor shot off for a second time, filling my mouth and throat with his foamy, salty cum. Gasping for breath, he eased his spent prick back out from between my slurping lips.

  Ramon was still jackhammering away inside my butt, as though he had no intention of stopping—ever!

  Sandor made himself useful, holding the poppers under each of our noses in turn, using his own fingertip to pinch our other nostril shut. Wildly high, I could feel my anus spasming around Ramon’s huge fuck tool, the inside of my body seeming to be burning hot. I half expected to see smoke escape from my hole!

  “I’m going to come soon,” Ramon announced. “Want me to shoot on your face? Like you guys do in the porn videos?”

  “Yeah,” I begged him. I was so hot, so frantic for sex, that I’ve have agreed to anything he suggested, no matter how perverse. And receiving a facial sounded good! “On my face, in my mouth—give me your cum!”

  He plowed me for another minute or two, displaying that same impressive stamina. Then, abruptly, he yanked his dick out of my ass. I yelped when I felt his penis scrape through my cringing, burning sphincter as it made its exit from inside me!

  Sliding forward on top of my body, straddling my waist, Ramon reached down and grabbed hold of his penis, jabbing it roughly, insistently toward my face. His piss slit was gaping wide open, like a fish’s mouth. I lifted my head, craning it forward, giving myself a crick in my neck, in my eagerness to get a closer look. Taking his dick in his fist, Ramon gave it two or three quick strokes—and it erupted!

  Thick white streams of semen escaped from his cockhead, spewed out and showered down all over my face!

  “Yeah, take that cum, dude,” he grunted, as he wet me down. “Take it all over your face. And in your mouth!”

  I couldn’t respond verbally, because one wad of cum smacked right inside my open, panting mouth, coating my tongue, filling the inside of my mouth with its sticky saltiness. Ramon unloaded, his sperm ending up all over my face, in my mouth, on my pecs—I was slathered with the stuff!

  “Looks like somebody could use a towel,” Sandor commented, laughing. No kidding! Obligingly, he got off the bed, went into the adjacent bathroom, and returned, with a wet washcloth as well as a towel. I wiped the c
um off myself.

  Ramon was calmly slumped down on the bed beside me.

  “Good sex, guys,” he remarked. “Want to do this again, sometime? Before you leave?”

  Sandor and I both spoke, simultaneously, and enthusiastically.

  “Yeah!” we declared, fervently.

  “May be difficult to fit it in, around the porn shooting schedule,” the houseboy suggested. “Brash intends to keep you pretty busy, Emeric.”

  “We’ll manage,” I vowed.

  And we did!

  Chapter Five: Rented by the Hour

  I was candid with Bo, Trent, and Brash. I admitted to them that I’d booked two hustling gigs there in Florida, during my stay. I assured them that this wouldn’t interfere with my responsibilities as a video performer.

  “Go for it,” Bo told me, with relish.

  “Just remember—you need to be able to get it up and keep it up, for the video,” Brash admonished me. “Don’t wear yourself out. Don’t go limp-dicked on me.”

  “No danger of that,” I bragged.

  I called a cab, which took me to my first appointment.

  My first john was a pleasant surprise. He evidently was extremely well off. He lived in a high-rise apartment building, complete with a doorman and a security guard. The guard called upstairs on the house phone, to make sure riffraff like me was expected, before he deigned to wave me toward the elevator.

  “Go right up to the penthouse, sir,” he told me.

  The penthouse, no less!

  My john, whose name was Lee, turned out to be a very young man, still in his mid-twenties—about my age, in fact. Very good-looking, he had a pampered look about him. And his penthouse was luxuriously, beautifully furnished and decorated, with spectacular views visible from all of its windows.