Urban Delights

by Emeric Varady

  “Hot-assed son of a bitch,” Diego grunted. His thighs punished Sandor’s buttocks with their pounding rise and fall. “Cock-hungry whore! Take it! Take it all! Every fucking inch of my goddamn cock!”

  “Give it all to me, buddy!” Sandor demanded. “Ream me out!”

  “You want it? Here!” A rending thrust from Diego wrung screams of ecstasy from Sandor’s lips.

  “More! More!” My friend was in agony and ecstasy, egging on his fucker, reckless of the possible consequences of being screwed too thoroughly, too roughly, by the guy’s gargantuan prick.

  “Take that!”

  “More!”

  “You’re almost as big a whore as your buddy Emeric,” Diego told Sandor. (An unsolicited testimonial! Hearing that, I glowed with pride.) “Now, shut up and lie there and get fucked!”

  As he spoke, Diego spanked Sandor’s ass cheeks with both of his hands, and Trent laughed as he squeezed his own long, thick cock in his fist, letting go of it only to free his hands long enough so he could snort the poppers.

  “Fuck me right, and maybe then I’ll shut up!” a defiant Sandor shouted.

  “I’ll tear your hot asshole wide open!” Diego threatened.

  “Go right ahead! I’ll wrench your dick off with my asshole, and keep it for a souvenir. My own personal dildo! Now, you just pretend my ass is a nice juicy cunt, boy. Maybe that’ll inspire you! And while you’re at it, stud—I wouldn’t mind some more of that spanking, thank you very much.”

  Diego obliged, smacking Sandor’s butt cheeks repeatedly with both hands. “There! Maybe this’ll satisfy that slut ass of yours! Prostituta masculine húngara!” [“Hungarian male whore!”] he raved.

  “Oh, just shut up and fuck, you two horny motherfuckers!” Trent moaned. “Watching this—it’s driving me crazy! This is better than porn!”

  “Better not yet our buddy Brash hear you say that,” the irrepressible Sandor quipped.

  After the poppers made the rounds again, all three men went wild. Sandor’s big, muscular body shuddered. Once again, I could empathize. I was willing to bet that my buddy’s asshole was like molten lava, stirred up by Diego’s cock. Sandor’s hips wrenched this way and that, seemingly guided by a will all their own. Trent was masturbating, furiously. As was Sandor.

  Diego’s prick was surely about to burst inside Sandor. The supposedly straight guy had all the symptoms of a man who was rapidly approaching orgasm—the tensed muscles, the clenched teeth, the heavy sweat, the mews and whimpers emerging from his mouth which sounded more like expressions of agony and frustration than pleasure. Sandor’s cock, and Trent’s cock, were like two blazing sticks of dynamite clasped in their owner’s hard-squeezing and hard-pumping fists, about to go off in a twin explosion.

  Then, suddenly, Trent decided that jerking off wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy him.

  Adroitly, he moved on the bed to straddle Sandor’s massive chest. Seating himself on the Hungarian bodybuilder’s pecs, which cushioned his buttocks, Trent shoved his dick toward my friend’s panting lips. Wide-eyed, Sandor reached out with his free hand, clutching and caressing the older guy’s erection before guiding it to his mouth. Trent’s penis bucked within Sandor’s grip like a skittish ram as Sandor fed it between his lips and sucked it deep into his mouth, suctioning on it furiously. Trent howled with renewed lust when his prick sank into Sandor’s hot, moist throat. Sandor had blown me so many times that I knew exactly what Trent must be experiencing. He was receiving the full benefit of my buddy’s skill at deep-throating!

  The three men pumped away for another minute or two, a spectacle which was absolutely mesmerizing to watch.

  “I’m coming, you horny, hot-mouthed cocksucker!” Trent shouted exultantly. “Fuck him, Diego! Blast in this sexy bastard’s ass! I’m coming, guys—now! Jesus Christ, am I ever coming!”

  In my imagination, I shared everything which Sandor was experiencing. I was with my buddy, all the way, suck for suck, fuck for fuck, jerk for jerk! Dimly, caught up in the rapture of his own climax, Sandor realized that Diego, too, was coming. Hot cream poured into my buddy’s mouth and ass simultaneously, again and again. Liquid fire seemed to lick at the outside of his body, and then penetrate his skin and flow hotly through him from head to foot, searing him, making his blood boil over and turn to steam. Trent’s spurting cock was stiff and throbbing as it shot off in his throat, half choking him while he fought for breath around its bulk. And all the while, Sandor’s anus convulsed and clenched in the hot rhythms of orgasm around the monster cock which Diego kept thrusting in and out of his butthole, and also all the while, that Hispanic stallion’s cock continued to discharge its thick, warm, pearly fluid.

  Like three marionettes whose strings had abruptly been slackened, the three men stopped jerking their limbs and pelvises, and they collapsed in a heap of sweaty flesh.

  Diego was the first to look up and notice me standing in the bedroom doorway.

  “Looks like we’ve got company, guys,” he gasped, as he slumped over Sandor’s writhing body, with his cock still jammed up my buddy’s ass. “A peek freak,” he joked.

  “Yeah, a peeping Tom,” Trent agreed. “More like a peeping Emeric. Did you enjoy the show?”

  “I sure did,” I said. “What’re you guys doing—rehearsing for Brash’s next video shoot?”

  “We’d ask you to join us, Emeric, but I’m afraid we’re all fucked out, for the moment,” Trent said, apologetically. “I can’t speak for these two young guys, but I know I’m going need a little while to recuperate.”

  “That’s okay,” I replied. “I’m ‘just resting,’ myself, as they say at the bathhouse.”

  Trent eased his deflating prick out of Sandor’s mouth. My buddy looked fucked out, drenched in his own jism. He smiled at me, languidly. “I wonder if I can get a refund on my plane ticket? I don’t want to leave here—ever.”

  “And how will you support yourself, since you won’t escort, and you won’t do porn?” I asked.

  “Oh, when Ramon changes his mind about working for Brash, and he becomes a big porn star, I can take his place, as Trent and Bo’s houseboy,” my friend suggested, facetiously.

  Laughing, I excused myself.

  And, speak of the devil! There in the living room, on one of the couches, was Ramon, whom we’d just been talking about. And, ironically, it almost looked as though Brash was indeed recruiting him to appear in his next porn video—or they were rehearsing for it! Both men were naked. And they were involved in a hot, sweaty, highly homoerotic sex act!

  “Eat my ass!” Ramon grunted. With his legs spread wide, he was lying on his back on the couch cushions. He used his hands to hold open his buttocks for Brash, who knelt on the couch with his face buried between those tempting brown satin-skinned ass cheeks, licking and slurping noisily as he rooted around inside the houseboy’s ass with his tongue.

  Brash sucked the boy’s ass until he was sure it was relaxed and well lubricated with his spit. Then he moved into fucking position, guiding Ramon’s legs up over his shoulders.

  “Ah, qué pene tan grande!” [“Ah, what a big penis!”] Ramon yelled, as Brash penetrated him. “It’s too goddamn big, dude! I don’t think I can take it. You may have to take it out.”

  “Oh, you’ll get used to it,” Brash predicted. “Hundreds of other guys have!” Brash happened to turn his head, and he saw me standing there, watching them. “Ask Emeric,” he said. “He didn’t have any trouble taking my dick!”

  “Yeah, but Emeric’s a whore,” Ramon pointed out. That was a rather tactless statement, but it was an accurate one, so I really couldn’t pretend to take offense.

  “Even I had a little trouble taking on that moneymaker of yours, Brash,” I said. “So go easy on him.”

  “Aw, man up!” Brash told Ramon, dismissively. “And while you’re at it, open up. Take that cock! Take it and love it, pretty boy! It’ll make a man out of you.”

  “Uh—you’re a fucking animal—such a stud!” Ramon cried.


  While he pounded away at Ramon’s ass, Brash leaned over him. His gleaming white teeth found one of the young Hispanic stud’s large brown nipples, and they fastened around it, nipping at the flesh with the ferocity of a vicious dog. The two men thrashed about wildly on the couch, as Brash licked and sucked and bit Ramon’s tits, rubbing his tongue over the tortured cones with a tongue so rough that I could’ve sworn I heard its sandpaper-like surface rasping over the tender, swollen flesh.

  When his jackhammering deep into Ramon’s anus had driven the hot Hispanic lad to a state of frenzied arousal, breaking down his resistance, Brash guided their interlocked bodies into a different position. Now, Brash sat on the couch, and he continued to fuck Ramon briskly, with the younger guy astride him, riding his legendary porn star dick. Ramon squealed and moaned, his body shuddering with thrills, his buttocks obscenely spread on either side of his fucker’s ruthlessly impaling prick. Ramon rose and fell, his hips gyrating, his buttocks slapping against Brash’s hard-muscled thighs.

  “Take my raw cock up your hole, bitch,” Brash growled.

  “Fuck me, ah, hell! Fuck me hard! Come on, man, give me that big cock! All of it! All the way up my ass! Oh, Jesus—it’s so fucking big!” Ramon gloated.

  Brash let out a breathless little laugh as he plowed away. “Funny, isn’t it, Emeric?” he asked. “How these ass-shy, tight-holed little prickteasers start to sing a different tune, and they beg for it, once it’s in them?”

  “Yeah,” I agreed, perhaps rather callously. “That’s always been my experience.”

  We were joined by Jerry, our intrepid cameraman. He’d obviously just had a swim, or at least a soak, in the pool. Nude, he was rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

  He laughed when he saw Brash, reaming out Ramon so energetically.

  “Doesn’t Brash ever stop?” Jerry asked me.

  “You just wind him up, and he fucks,” I suggested.

  “You’ve got quite a hard-on there, Emeric, yourself,” Jerry pointed out.

  “Ah—yes—I guess I do.” Observing three sex acts in rapid succession had indeed given me an insistent boner, which stubbornly refused to go down, much as I’d been trying to ignore its existence.

  “Want it sucked?” Jerry volunteered.

  “Sure,” I blurted out, without thinking. Everybody else in the house seemed to be indulging in orgiastic activities. Why shouldn’t I? “No, wait a minute,” I protested. “When we were first introduced, Jerry—didn’t you tell me you were straight?”

  “Listen, dude,” he retorted, with a droll look on his face. “You spend as much time as I just have, looking at guys having sex with guys, through the viewfinder of a video camera, and see how straight you manage to stay! Suppose you were exposed to ‘live’ hetero sex, for hours on end. You’d turn straight, or at least bisexual, yourself.”

  I couldn’t argue with his logic, although part of me doubted that anything could make me straight! As aroused as I was, I didn’t want to debate the issue! “Guess you have a point,” I said. “Go ahead and suck my dick, if you want to. I don’t mind.” Talk about an understatement!

  “I do want to—!” And, without further ado, Jerry tossed aside the damp towel, and he got down on his knees in front of me. “I’m new to this, dude,” he warned me, apologetically, “so tell me if I’m not doing it right.” And then his lips closed around the swollen, fiercely agitated head of my cock.

  “Micsoda száj! Szopni!” [“What a mouth! Suck!”] I shouted, in surprise and delight. I was so excited that, momentarily, I reverted to my native Hungarian. Jerry was a natural! True, he was mouthing my cock, moving it around inside his mouth, with the kind of experimental trial-and-error which I did associate with novice cocksuckers. But he was highly motivated, and he learned fast! Working just on my glans at first, he locked his lips around it, and he began to apply a strong, steady, maddening suction. Lewd grunts emerged from his throat as, emboldened, he began to inch his lips down around my shaft, taking more and more of my manhood inside his mouth. He began to use his tongue on me, too, timidly at first, but then with increasing abandon.

  “Fuck me!” I heard Ramon scream.

  “Suck me!” I shouted, in response.

  I once again watched Ramon sitting on Brash’s cock, riding it, but now, as arousing as that sight was, I also felt Jerry’s warm, smooth, wet lips massaging my own horny prick. The inexperienced guy gagged a few times when he tried to nudge my dickhead toward the back of his throat and swallow it. But then, once again as the result of sheer trial and error, or maybe of beginner’s luck, he suddenly succeeded! Emitting a series of truly lurid gurgling and gargling sounds, he began to deep-throat me, and soon he was servicing my prick like the hottest, whoriest cocksucker in the world!

  He began to masturbate while he worked on me so unselfishly, his fist flailing away on his own cock.

  Meanwhile, Brash was getting ready to breed Ramon’s sweet ass.

  “You ready to get a load of cum?” the porn star asked.

  “Yeah! Hell, yeah!” Ramon replied, nearly hysterical with lust. “Fuck me! Fill me! Come in me! Fuck me! Jizz me! Oh, God—come in my ass! But I want to come, too! Don’t stop fucking me, whatever you do! I’m so close. Fuck the cum right out of me!”

  I was too caught up in my own lust to pay much more attention to Brash and Ramon, as the pair on the couch humped their way toward their mutual goal of orgasm. After all, what the two of them were doing was an old story for me. I’d written the final chapter often, myself, so to speak. I knew what the inevitable outcome would be!

  I shoved my quivering, purple-veined penis into Jerry’s mouth—rather roughly, because it was obvious he could take it that way, and he liked it.

  “Suck it,” I moaned. “Oh, buddy, you’re driving me crazy with that hot wet mouth of yours! I need to come—I need to shoot down your fucking throat so bad it hurts!”

  Ruthlessly, I plunged my long, thick, absolutely inflexible phallic prong down into the kneeling guy’s throat. Jerry loved it! He gobbled, licked, sucked, and swallowed, in his erotic frenzy, until saliva was foaming from between his lips. I seized two handfuls of his tangled wet hair and I jerked his head back and forth, forcing him to suck my dick in the rhythm I wanted. I crushed my pubic bush under his nose, and the musky male odor of my crotch filled Jerry’s nostrils as he breathed hard and fast, and he kept up his oral exertions with eager glee.

  My muscles seemed to tighten and tremble, and I knew I wasn’t going be able to hold off my orgasm much longer. Nor did I want to! Jerry reached up with one hand, grasped my big balls, and he squeezed them, none too gently, while he continued to masturbate himself with his other hard-pumping fist. I responded to the sudden pressure on my nuts by letting out a roar, and I pumped my hips more violently, my solid length of meat swelling and vibrating inside Jerry’s mouth. Thrusting crazily at the poor guy’s face, I let go, spewing out streams of hot, foaming sperm. Jerry grunted, in a way which clearly indicated he was delighted rather than repulsed by receiving my load in his mouth, and he struggled to swallow my cum before I choked him with the seemingly endless flow.

  Gasping, I stumbled backward, pulling my cock out of his mouth. He’d drained me!

  “Oh—fuck!” Jerry exclaimed. “Oh, Emeric! Dude! That was the first cock I ever sucked! The first load I ever swallowed! Guess it won’t be the last! Aw, shit! From now on, to hell with women. I’m going to be gay! Thanks, stud! Oh, thank you so much!”

  “You’re entirely welcome,” I managed to say, as I caught my breath. That was me, the embodiment of altruism. Always ready, unselfishly, to help out another guy.

  I’d relieved Jerry of his virginity, when it came to sex with men. The experience didn’t seem to have been too traumatic for him! Rather, quite the opposite!

  I’d done at least one good deed during my sensual sojourn in Florida!

  Sandor and I returned to Hungary. But, already, we both were looking forward to visiting the United States again. There w
ere just too many damn hot men living there, whom we could hook up with and enjoy!

  Eventually, we both fulfilled that ambition, living and working—and lusting!—in the United States.

  We visitors from a foreign country were certainly made to feel welcome, from the uninhibited and welcoming inhabitants of America!

  But all that—it’s another story, which I may very well tell, in due course.

  After all, I don’t want to reveal all of my secrets, not all at once!

  The End

  Also by Emeric Varady

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