Urban Delights

by Emeric Varady

  I speculated whether Lee was some kind of a precociously successful entrepreneur or business executive, or whether he was a spoiled trust fund baby, who didn’t need to work for a living. Either way, it was none of my business. I’d been paid in provide sex, in advance. Now it was time for me to do my thing, and show this young guy that I was worth my fee.

  “I’ve got champagne on ice,” he announced. “You’ll have some, won’t you?”

  “Yes, please,” I replied.

  “After all, this is a special occasion.”

  “Is it?”

  “You’re the first Hungarian escort I’ve ever hired.”

  I smiled. “Have you found that escorts of different nationalities do things differently? Have different skills?”

  “All the ones I’ve had so far have been hot. They have that in common.”

  “I’ll have to make sure I don’t do anything to break the pattern.”

  “You shouldn’t have any trouble acting as hot as you look.”

  While we enjoyed the champagne, Lee mentioned some of the other escorts he’d hired. I recognized a few of the names. Some were internationally well-known porn stars, and another was a bodybuilding champion who, like so many guys in the iron game, did some high-priced hustling on the side.

  There was a sort of boyish naïveté about Lee which I found appealing. He was so chatty that I began to wonder whether we’d ever get down to the sex. But I’d been paid well, ahead of time, and I wasn’t about to start clockwatching. I was prepared to give Lee my undivided attention, and maybe run past the time we’d agreed upon. A wise escort doesn’t nickel and dime his johns, telling them “Oops, your time’s up! I’ve got to go!”

  Eventually, though, after we’d killed the bottle of champagne, Lee got to the point of my visit.

  “How do you like Florida, so far?” Lee asked me.

  “I love it here,” I said, sincerely.

  “Must be different from Hungary. Experiencing any culture shock?”

  “A little, perhaps.”

  “How’s the porn shoot going?”

  “Great.”

  “That’s good to hear. The truth is—I like to hire porn performers, for sex,” Lee confessed, suddenly looking and sounding extremely turned on, indeed.

  “You—and a lot of other guys,” I told him. “Back home—a lot of my clients are fans. They’ve seen me in my videos, and they want to experience the real thing.”

  “My thought, exactly. I’ve jacked off over your videos so many times that I wanted to take things slowly, tonight, at first. I was afraid I’d blow my wad too soon.” I hadn’t considered that possibility, which now explained why Lee had delayed. Suddenly, though, he seemed to be in a hurry—the precise opposite. “Take off your clothes,” Lee said. “Let’s get naked. And let’s do it. Have sex,” he specified, unnecessarily. “I’m not really into a lot of foreplay, you know? I always like to get right down to it. Maybe that’s crude and disgusting, but I can’t help it.”

  “I understand completely,” I assured him, as I began to strip.

  He lost his own clothes, too, and soon we were both nude. Instead of taking me into his bedroom, he reseated himself on the living room couch, gesturing for me to sit beside him. I did so, the leather upholstery adhering to my skin.

  I pulled him against me and I kissed him quite passionately on the mouth. I have to admit it—I was really enjoying myself. Lee was a hot guy, and making love to him was more play than work. Still, I remained conscious of the fact that I was there to please him, and to earn my fee.

  He responded to the kiss, opening his mouth and pushing out the tip of his tongue, to meet mine. We kissed rather intensely like that for several minutes, our tongues slithering across each other’s lips. His mouth opened wide, and mine did, too. His tongue darted inside my mouth, aggressively attacking mine, as we kissed deeper and hotter. We seemed to be in a playful competition to see which of us would run out of breath first.

  Lee was the one who broke the kiss and pulled his face away.

  “Damn, Emeric!” he exclaimed. “You’re everything I thought you would be—and then some, stud!”

  “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” I replied.

  He grinned at me. “I can think of something I’d enjoy even more. A favor you could do me.”

  “Name it.”

  “Not here. Let’s go into the bedroom and get comfortable, first.”

  Once we were lying in his bed together, I asked, “Now, about that favor—?”

  “Suck me. Please.”

  “No problem. I want to. But first—!” Breaking off without specifying my intentions, I slid partway off of him and I straddled his body. Bracing myself on my knees, I began to kiss and lick my way down his delectable torso. His flesh was smooth and creamy, and it tasted delicious.

  I grasped each of his nipples between a thumb and forefinger, and I squeezed and pinched them until they stood out from his pecs in stiff cones. I put my mouth on each nip in turn, sucking them, forcefully, and then I licked my way down to Lee’s navel. Poking my tongue-tip into the little depression, I swabbed it out, making Lee jump and squirm in response to the tickling. I could see and feel his dick hardening, pushing up against my chest. I slid down to it and I positioned myself on my knees between my john’s widespread thighs.

  His cock sagged slightly under its own tumescent weight, hovering over his abs, the shaft long and thick and solid, the head pulsing with excitement. I caressed the penis with my fingers and it twitched in reaction to my touch. I tightened my grip around the shaft, guiding the glans to my lips. Lifting the erection perpendicular to Lee’s groin, holding it straight up, I fastened my mouth around it.

  Lee moaned, and he grabbed hold of my big shoulders, his fingertips pressing into my muscles but making only slight dents in them, as my lips slipped over his thick cock knob and my tongue washed it with my saliva. I held just the head of his fuck tool inside my mouth at first, sucking on it with a light pressure, teasing Lee, giving him a foretaste of coming attractions. Then I pushed my hungry mouth all the way down around his dick, taking every inch of it. I let the head of the prick penetrate my throat, and I could feel the shaft pulse hotly as my tongue stroked the root of the swollen male organ.

  He was getting the Emeric Varady Special—one of them, anyway. In this case, a hot blow job, complete with deep-throating, courtesy of my well-trained and experienced lips, tongue, and seemingly elastic throat!

  “God, yes!” Lee cried. “This is unbelievable! Even better than I imagined it would be. This is just I wanted—a hot stud bodybuilder going down on my cock, sucking me! Oh, damn! You’re so beautiful, and you’re sucking my cock so well! You really know how to do it—how to use that mouth of yours!”

  We were off to a good start!

  Bracing myself on the bed, holding Lee by his hips, I pumped my mouth up and down on his juicy young prick with faster and harder strokes. My tongue slithered all over his shaft while my lips fed it in and out of my mouth. I applied a firm suction on his cockhead from deep in my throat. In short, I did everything I could to keep Lee hotly aroused and to coax him toward orgasm.

  “I can’t believe how good this is,” he moaned. “The only thing that could make it better would be—! Yeah, swing yourself around! Shove your cock in my mouth! Let me suck yours while you work on mine!”

  Lee turned out to be a quite talented fellator, himself. With his hands now cupped over my buttocks and his fingers kneading them, he pushed on my ass to drive my dick in and out of his mouth. I continued to work on him orally, too, my lust undiminished.

  For several long, delightful minutes, during which time seemed to stand still, we moved our hungry mouths back and forth on each other, sixty-nining, sucking dick simultaneously, thrusting our pricks into each other’s mouths and throats in the steady, rhythmic, mechanical motion of a see-saw. I knew that my john’s climax was close, and I began to suck on Lee’s cock furiously, as though my life depended on sucking his
dick and drawing the manly essence from it. I wanted his cum! And, mad with thirst, I was determined to have it. Nothing was going to stop me from bringing him to orgasm and ingesting his seed.

  Gasping, Lee released my dick from between his lips.

  “If you keep this up—!” he warned. “Yeah! I think I’m going to come!”

  His legs began to tense. I increased the speed of my oral strokes. I could feel his cock throbbing even more strongly within the clasp of my lips, and it seemed to swell thicker as I sucked it. I was giving the blow job everything I had. Abruptly, Lee dug his fingers into my glute muscles more roughly, and at the same time he thrust his lower body up from the bed, ramming his dick deeper into my mouth, plugging my throat. He came, all right, the semen spurting from him wet and thick, almost choking me, there was so much of it. The hot spray of cum filled my mouth and, when I swallowed it, it lubricated and soothed my throat.

  I clung to Lee until he was finished shooting and his body went limp under mine.

  For a lot of johns—and, admittedly, for a lot of guys with whom I’ve had freebie casual hookups—ejaculating is the goal, the whole point of the exercise, and anything afterward is anticlimactic. But Lee was the exact opposite. Coming only seemed to reenergize him, make him more excited, and turn him wilder. Throwing aside all inhibitions—not that he seemed to have had many, to begin with!—he attacked me, licking and sucking on every part of my body which his lips and tongue could reach, groping me everywhere with his hands, and all the while telling me how hot I was. I liked the treatment, submitting to it gladly.

  Lee sucked my cock some more. He sucked my balls. He sucked my ass. He lavished oral attention on me, until my own arousal began to build to uncomfortable levels. My dick was so hard that it ached, and I started looking forward to ejaculating, myself.

  Lee noticed my acute priapic state, of course.

  “Huge,” he gasped, after he’d forced himself to pull his drooling mouth off my prick. “God, that thing is huge! Back in Hungary, they ought to name a sausage after you. That’s one hell of a meaty boner.”

  “I can’t recall when I’ve been given a nicer compliment,” I replied.

  “I’ve got a hungry hole. I need it filled! Stick that beefy fuck tool in me,” Lee told me. “Shove that big thing up my ass and fuck the hell out of me. And when you come, come in my ass. I want to tell all my friends that I’ve been bred by Emeric Varady.”

  Well, that wasn’t such an exclusive club. But I wasn’t about to disillusion Lee by telling him just how many men’s butts I’d seeded, not only for money, but for free. I correctly interpreted his request to be fucked as more of a demand than a polite invitation. But I was only too happy to comply. That tempting ass of his looked highly fuckable, and I wasted no time before I tried it out.

  He had a bottle of lube ready, on top of a small chest of drawers next to the bed. I greased my fuck tool up with plenty of the slippery gel. Even this brief delay made my cock throb with frustration. I was eager to get it inside Lee’s perky, boyish ass.

  “Use plenty of that stuff,” he requested.

  “I am.”

  “You’re hung kind of big. Sometimes I have a little trouble taking the big ones, at first.”

  Lee almost seemed to be having second thoughts. He looked nervous.

  “I’m sure there are escorts who have small and medium-sized dicks,” I joked.

  “Not many of the successful ones,” he replied. This banter, along with the champagne he’d drunk, seemed to relax him a bit. “Well,” he said, with philosophical resignation, “I wanted that big thing of yours. I might as well go through with it.”

  “I’ll be gentle,” I promised.

  But when I moved back into fucking position, guiding his legs up over my shoulders, he writhed, preventing me from guiding my cock between his buttocks and against his asshole.

  “Hold still,” I told him, impatiently. “Relax.”

  “Maybe I’m not ready for this. Maybe I won’t be able to take it.”

  “Sure you are. Sure you will.” Ignoring his protests, which only made me more eager to ravage him, I leaned forward over him, once again using my weight to hold him down. I touched my glans to his pucker, and I pressed forward, slowly, carefully, but inexorably.

  I felt the hot, tight pressure of his ass all around my cockhead, like a famished mouth sucking it, as I pushed myself through his hole and inside him. I was so aroused, so close to ejaculating already, that I suspected this fuck wouldn’t be a prolonged one. I was so hot that I feared it would take no more than a few frantic strokes inside him to bring me off. Thrusting harder, I buried my dick in his ass!

  He moaned with pain, his whole body tensing up, the muscles knotted and twitching. His anal muscles clamped down around me. What a feeling! It was like having a warm, slippery fist grasping my cock! And massaging it, with anal rather than manual dexterity, when those muscles convulsed around my shaft.

  Lee let out another loud moan, which I couldn’t tell was indicative of delight, or agony.

  “Are you all right?” I asked, praying that he wouldn’t beg me to stop, to take my prick out of him. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop, now. I might just go ahead and rape his ass!

  “Uh, it hurts,” he groaned. “But—damn!—it kind of hurts good! I think I can take it,” he said, bravely. “Go ahead. I’m not going to back out now. Go ahead and fuck me.”

  I began to move my cock back and forth inside him, slowly at first, taking it easy on him. He tossed his head from side to side on the mattress. His arms flailed about, too, sometimes flung above his head, sometimes stretched out at his sides, with his fingers clawing at the bedsheets. I began to hump him more rapidly, and to my delight, he didn’t object or resist. He rode with me, accepting everything I did to him.

  “Goddamn it, you’re huge,” he gasped, although he didn’t sound as though he was complaining. “And you’re going in so deep! Uh, I haven’t been filled up and stretched out like this in a long time. Don’t hold back. I can take it. I want it!”

  Then he surprised me. He drew his legs back more tightly toward his chest, so that his knees rested on his pecs. His ankles crossed themselves behind my neck. He reached for me with both arms, his hands searching for my ass. When he found it, he dug his fingertips into my buttocks and he pulled me toward him, his behind jammed into my groin. Willfully, he was impaling himself on every inch of my cock.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me!” he started to chant, with a feverish urgency. “Oh, dude—fuck my ass! Keep that big hard cock in me! Keep it in me, and fuck!”

  “You like it now, huh?” I panted.

  “I love it!”

  “And I love being inside that sweet ass of yours, buddy—fucking your hot hole!”

  “Uh, pound it into me, big man, go in deep! I like the way that feels! I want that muscle cock! Deep in my ass!”

  I was impressed. Lee had progressed from ass-shy to hungry-holed, in one easy lesson! Well, maybe it wasn’t so easy for me. To my surprise and relief, I was managing to pace myself, to hold back my orgasm. I was working hard to please my client, as well as myself. Hot sweat broke out all over my body and dripped down my skin. But Lee was exerting himself, too, perspiring just as heavily as he squirmed under me, often not waiting for me to thrust into his ass, but pushing his butt forward against my groin to drive my dick deep into him. We were both breathing hard. Our sex was athletic, a real workout!

  “Don’t stop,” my sexy john moaned. “Fuck me for a long time. Make it last!”

  I didn’t stop. Not for a long time. And not before I’d satisfied us both!

  I left Lee’s place with a big wad of cash in my pocket. Lee was a good tipper. He’d worn me out, but I had a smile on my face. This was one of those times when I’d thoroughly enjoyed my work! Still, I knew that I needed to get back to my hosts’ house and go right to bed, so I could get a good night’s sleep. After all, I had another porn scene to shoot in the morning!

  I’d called a c
ab, from Lee’s place, before I bade him goodnight and I went back down in the elevator. I almost feel asleep in the back seat of the vehicle. When we arrived at Bo and Trent’s luxurious dwelling, I paid the driver, and then I staggered inside, where I shed my clothes and climbed into bed beside Sandor, who was still awake, reading a book. That was my buddy—always the intellectual!

  “What’re you reading?” I inquired.

  “A gay love story. So far, boy has met boy, boy has fucked boy, boy has cheated on boy with other boys—several of them—boy and boy break up, boy feels bad about being such a whore, boy schemes to win boy back. That’s as far as I’ve gotten. I suspect there’ll be a happy ending.”

  “Not unlike the typical Emeric Varady love story,” I quipped.

  “Ha! Lust story, is more like it. Trent and Bo have quite a library, here,” Sandor informed me. “Although—at the rate you’re going—you won’t have too much spare time in which to borrow any of their books. Speaking of lust—how’d it go, by the way?”

  “It went well. As johns go, this guy was exceptionally attractive. Nice personality. Generous, too. I’ll tell you all the details in the morning. Right now, I’m fucked out,” I admitted. “Turn out the light, will you, and let’s get some sleep.”

  “Whore,” Sandor told me, affectionately. He placed a bookmark in his book, set it on the nightstand, and doused the light. “Sleep tight,” he said, after giving me a goodnight kiss.

  To the accompaniment of the air conditioning’s subdued but pervasive hum, we fell asleep.

  Chapter Six: The Porn Star’s Protégé

  I was scheduled to do a scene with a young Hispanic guy named Israele Nieves—his real name, by the way. He was “out” to his family, who, interestingly enough, weren’t particularly upset or judgmental about the fact that he was doing porn. And Nieves, of course, was a common enough Hispanic surname, so he probably saw no need to change it, to avoid causing his family embarrassment.

  Israele was a protégé of Brash, who’d taken him under his wing, jumpstarting his porn career.