Musclebros

by Emeric Varady

  The other pieces of furniture in the room—an armoire, a chest of drawers, a desk, a chair, a free-standing screen—were painted wood, with stylized floral patterns stenciled on them. They were the kind of old-fashioned Hungarian rustic furniture which people inherited as family heirlooms, and which they either sold at a loss or kept stored away to gather dust in attics or basements. Jozsef, however, used them. He was sentimental, and a traditionalist, in some respects.

  Jozsef turned on a shaded lamp on the nightstand beside the bed.

  “Light on, as usual?” he inquired.

  “Sure,” Markus agreed. “You know I like to see what I’m doing, when I have sex,” he added, with his customary frankness.

  “So do I. Especially when I’ve got a guy like you in here with me.”

  Both men stripped.

  “Goddamn it, you’re pretty,” Jozsef breathed, gazing at Markus’s nude body in the lamplight, as though he couldn’t quite believe the other man was there in his bedroom, naked and available. “You seem to get better looking, all the time.”

  “You’re so damn hot, too,” Markus responded, sincerely. “You have such a nice body.”

  “Improving with age, am I? Like certain wines and cheeses? It’s good of you to say so,”

  Jozsef said, humorously. “Come here, boy!” he demanded, suddenly looking and sounding much more urgent. “I want you!”

  “Then you can have me!” Markus vowed, throwing himself into the older man’s strong arms.

  Markus moaned with raw desire, and he writhed against the older bodybuilder’s sturdy frame as he eagerly let him have his will with his own body. While Jozsef kissed him with increasing urgency, Markus guided the man’s fingers down between their bodies, where their already overexcited dicks dueled, rubbing restlessly against each other, hot and hard, potent and prepared to be put to lustful use.

  “Touch me. My cock. Grab hold of it. Play with my bare naked prick,” Markus whispered. “Oh, stroke that fucking thing. Make me feel my goddamn pre-cum dripping out of it. Get me so hot, so fucking turned on. You know how to do it, how to push my buttons.”

  “It’s so hot when you talk dirty to me like that,” Jozsef replied. “Say some more.”

  “Then take my hot, dirty, horny cock in your hand and rub it, until you can feel the jizz start to drip out of the slit in the tip,” Markus instructed him, explicitly, the verbal vulgarity exciting him as much as it did his virile sex partner.

  “You’re a big-dicked motherfucker, aren’t you, muscle boy?” Jozsef commented, admiringly.

  “Yeah. Just like you’re a big-dicked grizzled old gray-haired muscle daddy! Just because there’s snow on the roof, though, dude, that doesn’t mean there still isn’t fire in the furnace!”

  Jozsef had the grace to laugh. He fondled Markus’s prick in his warm, sweaty hand, which was calloused from years of gripping the knurled metal of barbells and dumbbells, and he used his free hand to explore Markus’s bare torso, rubbing his pecs and abs. After kissing Markus again, he bent his head and he sucked one stiff nipple between his lips. Groaning, Markus pressed the other man’s head against his chest.

  “Yeah, go on, suck on them. suck on my nips, Jozsef. Lick them. Bite them! Get me hot and ready for you to fuck, ready for your cock!”

  Jozsef did as Markus asked, his lips and tongue doing a real number on Markus’s nipples. Reaching down between their bodies, Markus grasped and manipulated the older guy’s prick, which jerked so violently in response that Markus almost lost his grip on it.

  “Uh, that’s a big fat cock! Still one of the best ones in Budapest. Let me suck on it for just a minute,” Markus begged. “And then you can shove it up my ass.”

  As he spoke, Markus got down on his knees on the bedroom floor and he stuffed Jozsef’s cock into his mouth. He sucked it lustily, not touching the other man’s body anywhere with his hands just yet, working his lips back and forth around the shaft of the stiff, throbbing penis. It was one of the most satisfying pieces of meat that Markus ever had sucked on, and, joyously reacquainting himself with its bulk and potency, he attacked it with real relish, slurping and licking, easing the fat head of the prick down into his throat and half choking himself on its sheer bulk.

  After a few minutes of sucking, though, he decided that they’d better move on to the main event. His anus seemed to be on fire, smoldering within its depths with a burning, insistent need.

  “Fuck me,” he gasped, breaking the oral-genital contact and standing up again. “Get it in me, quick. I want to feel all of it going into my asshole,” he told Jozsef, shamelessly.

  Jozsef grasped him around the waist and manhandled him onto the bed, where Markus got on his hands and knees. Jozsef climbed up onto the mattress behind him and mounted him, his turgid dick clutched in one sweaty fist.

  “No lube, this time,” Markus said. “Don’t bother to grease it up. Just my spit on your dick—!”

  Jozsef grunted in assent as he gave himself a few hand strokes to make sure his cock was fully hard. Markus licked his lips in wanton anticipation. The delay, the erotic suspense, was agonizing! But he didn’t have long to wait. Jozsef drove the empurpled head of his dick deep into the younger man’s delicate-looking asshole, grunting again while a few quick thrusts buried his prick completely up Markus’s ass.

  “Ah, yeah, go ahead, man, own that ass of mine!” Markus cried. “Take it! Fill it! Fuck it! You stud—oh, you stud!” he moaned, ecstatically. “I love it when you use my hole!”

  Then Jozsef collapsed on top of Markus, enjoying the sensation of having his horny prick surrounded, compressed, and massaged by Markus’s well-trained and highly responsive anal muscles.

  Markus let out a stifled cry of joy. He pushed his behind back into Jozsef’s crotch and he began to hump himself on the stud’s cock, getting a good, steady fucking rhythm established. Jozsef’s cock slammed ruthlessly in and out of Markus’s bunghole. Moaning, Markus grabbed two fistfuls of the bedsheets and he held on to them, trying to brace himself against the repeated impact of his fucker’s body against his own butt, afraid that the sex act would be over much too quickly, with his fellow muscle man’s fuck tool spurting inside him, before he could reach a climax himself.

  “Uh, damn, you pretty, hot-assed muscle boy,” Jozsef gloated. “That’s a nice hot ass! Feels tighter than usual tonight, for some reason.”

  “Loosen it up. Split that fucking hole wide open,” Markus invited him, recklessly. “Pound that cock in there hard. Make me know I’m really getting fucked!”

  Without lifting a single weight, the two bodybuilders still managed to put in a good, hard, sweat-inducing workout together. Jozsef was like a sex machine, his dick piledriving into Markus’s seething anus with a piston-like monotony. But even his impressive staying power had its limits. With his cock continuously stroked and stimulated by Markus’s highly responsive anal muscles, the bearded stud eventually found himself being drawn past the point of ejaculatory inevitability.

  “Christ—you sexy motherfucker—can’t hold it back—!” he bellowed. “Bitch!” Jozsef screamed. “Dirty young muscle bitch, sucking the cum right out of me—!”

  And then Jozsef did ejaculate into Markus, abruptly, copiously. But then, to Markus’s infinite relief, the guy’s prick remained quite hard, his lust seemed unabated, and he went right on screwing Markus, with tireless energy and admirable stamina.

  Soon, Markus too came, his asshole clenching and unclenching like a huge warm fist gripping his fucker’s prick and milking it hard in order to drain it of all its cum, all over again!

  “Aw, hell, this feels so good,” Markus bleated in ecstasy, as he felt Jozsef fucking him even more passionately than before.

  Markus’s cum was showering down upon the bedclothes, saturating them. He reveled in the sex which he and Jozsef were enjoying together, in the sound of the two men’s obscene gasps and groans of pleasure as they balled so furiously.

  With a loud, if choked, cry, Markus ejaculated fo
r the last time, just as Jozsef got ready to pump a second thick load of semen into his guts, his long hard cockshaft jerking and shuddering within Markus’s body as he shot.

  “Knew I wasn’t done with you yet,” was Jozsef’s laconic comment, as he unloaded.

  Whimpering, Markus took the unexpected second deposit of sperm, feeling the fronts of Jozsef’s sturdy thighs banging against his buttocks with such force that Markus was sure he’d end up bruised. Not that he cared. It would be a very small price to pay for such intense pleasure.

  “Don’t think I have any more to give you, boy,” Jozsef said, sounding almost apologetic, which was hardly necessary after his heroic performance. “You’ve got it all, all I’ve got to give.”

  Then it was over. Jozsef had pumped his last drops of cum in Markus’s ass. Quaking, gasping for breath, both men went limp and they tried to regain their composure, as well as their breath, after their impetuous, prolonged coupling. Markus reached for Jozsef and kissed him on the lips, with tenderness rather than lust. He felt completely satisfied, his hot desires quenched for the time being, his body satiated with sex. His hard-fucked anus tingled with pleasure, and he could feel his fuck buddy’s warm, creamy semen inside him.

  “Nice fuck,” Jozsef concluded, with a verbal economy which was the result of temporary, but extreme, shortness of breath.

  “Yeah,” the equally fucked-out Markus agreed. “See? We always have a good time, whenever we do get together.”

  Chapter Three: On the Rebound

  Inevitably, a lot of cruising went on down at the gym. Markus was guilty of doing his fair share of it. Or more than his fair share! He enjoyed the game of flirtation, which sometimes went no further than that, but which on many other occasions resulted in him hooking up with another well-built member.

  One of the gym regulars with whom Markus had a slight acquaintance was a guy named Arpad. Like Markus, Arpad was serious bodybuilder. With that in common, their casual, fleeting conversations at the gym tended to center around their training routines and diets.

  Markus had a couple of favorite gay bars which he patronized, and occasionally he ran into guys from the gym, including Arpad, there. Arpad was always cordial, but he gave Markus no indication that he might be interested in a sexual relationship. Not with Markus, anyway!

  Gym gossip said that Arpad had a lover, an older man who might be his sugar daddy. Oddly enough, the lover never came to the gym. He was a bit of a mystery man.

  Markus made it a policy not to poach on other men’s territory. As a result, even though he was definitely attracted to Arpad, he didn’t think of him as a potential sex partner. Supposedly, the guy was already taken, after all. Markus was willing to keep his distance, and not intrude.

  But there was no law against fantasizing.

  Arpad was a black-haired, brown-eyed guy with saturnine, brooding good looks. He had a rather dark complexion, with an olive tone to his skin. Markus though he was sexy as hell, and his seeming unavailability only added to his allure.

  Accordingly, the unsuspecting Arpad supplied Markus with vivid raw material for masturbation fantasies. Markus lay in his bed one night. Earlier that evening, he’d gone to the gym, where he’d chatted briefly with Arpad when they took breaks during their workouts.

  Markus felt restless, unable to fall asleep right away, and he had sprung a hard-on which, although he tried to ignore it, stubbornly refused to go down. His aggressive, insistent boner was like a tent pole, holding up the sheet which was all that was covering Markus’s body on this warm night. His penis was making increasingly urgent demands for immediate manual attention, twitching like a divining rod pointing the way to underground water, except that it was aiming upward, toward the ceiling. The fucking thing throbbed like mad between Markus’s belly and the sheet he’d pulled up to his chest.

  Shit—I’m so goddamn hard—I need relief. Any kind of relief, Markus realized. Even my own frigging, fucking hand, on my dick, stroking it, pumping out my load—!

  Kid stuff. Jerking myself, like a dumb horny young kid! When I could have another muscle stud here in bed with me. Aw, fuck!

  Giving in at last, Markus flipped the sheet aside, baring his groin. He reached down, took his cock in his hand, and fondled it, absentmindedly, stroking it into full and demanding erection, while he thought about Arpad. He tried to imagine what the other young man would look like naked, and how large his cock would be when it, like Markus’s, was wholly engorged. Markus examined the smooth surface of his fuck tool with his fingertips, rubbing its shaft lightly, using the sweating flat of his palm to massage and tease himself. It felt good, to play with himself like that.

  He was leading such a promiscuous sex life, with a variety of partners, either for fun or profit, that he rarely had to resort to masturbation to relieve himself. Now, though, he lost himself in his self-pleasuring.

  In a matter of minutes, Markus had worked up his cock to its full rigidity and he had begun a slow but effective hydraulic pumping of the looser flesh surrounding the hard core of his shaft. He visualized Arpad again, pretending that it was he who was giving him the hand job. Uh, what a looker that stud was! How hot he’d probably be in bed, if only Markus could have a chance at him!

  Fucker, you big-dicked, sexy fucker! he thought, feverishly. I bet that thick cock of yours which you’re always showing off in the locker room and the showers would feel good in my mouth—down my throat—up my ass! Yeah, that’s a big, fat, meaty uncut prick—and it has a nice flap of foreskin, for me to get my tongue inside! Yeah, man, give me a chance to get you in bed with me, just once. I’ll show you such a good time that you’ll think you’ve never had real sex before. You’ll start coming back to me for more! Begging me for sex!

  As for your boyfriend, the mystery man—he can go fuck himself!

  Markus’s climax came sluggishly, but very intensely, his sperm erupting like thick hot white lava over the flat, hard muscles of his torso, wetting him down, dripping in slimy rivulets down the creases of his solidly-muscled body. Markus grunted with satisfaction as his fist squeezed his dick dry, and then he wiped himself off with the towel which he always kept handy in the nightstand next to his bed, in anticipation of just such cleanups.

  He drew the sheet back over himself, and, relaxing on the bed which was warmed by his naked body, he stopped thinking about Arpad or anything else, as he sank quickly into a dreamless and restorative sleep.

  By coincidence, the next evening Markus received a phone call from none other than Arpad.

  “I didn’t see you at the gym tonight,” Arpad said.

  “No, it’s my day off, to recuperate. I put in an extra heavy leg day, yesterday.”

  “Are you started to feel rested, by now?”

  “Yeah, a little. Thanks for asking.”

  “Oh, I have an ulterior motive. Remember that night we met in the bar, about a month ago?” Arpad asked.

  “Ah—you’re going to have to refresh my memory,” Markus said. “Which bar?”

  “Club HK.” The HK was an abbreviation for hatvankilenc, or sixty-nine. “You were kind of drunk, Markus.”

  “Which is probably why I’m having trouble remembering.”

  “You told me if I ever broke up with my boyfriend, then you’d like to go to bed with me.”

  “Uh—okay, that does sound like something I’d say, especially when I was wasted.”

  “Did you mean it, or was it just the booze talking?”

  “Oh, I meant it.”

  “Good, because the son of a bitch and I have parted ways. So I’m available, of you want me. I’m in the mood for some rebound sex. How about you? Care to take advantage of me?”

  “I’ve always thought you were hot,” Markus confessed. “If you want to get together—sure.”

  “No strings,” Arpad insisted. “Just a hookup. Just down and dirty, casual, recreational sex.”

  “Fine.”

  “I’ve got to warn you, I’m in a foul mood,” Arpad said. “Although
I must say, it’s also a damn horny mood. I’ve got to vent it all on somebody. I hope you’re up to it. I want us to fuck like animals.”

  “Sounds good to me. My place, or yours?”

  “What’s your address?” Arpad asked.

  Markus told him.

  “I’ll come to you,” Arpad declared, decisively. “Because I can be there in twenty minutes. I’ll try not to pop my wad before then.”

  “I’ll try to restrain myself, too, until you get here. All this sexy talk is getting me hot.”

  “Good. Put it on ‘hold.’ See you soon.”

  Arpad arrived at Markus’s place in fifteen minutes.

  “I guess I sounded a little crude on the phone,” Arpad suggested.

  “Oh, don’t apologize,” Markus told him. “There’s no need. I understand where you’re coming from. I’ve had my own disappointments in love.”

  He gave Arpad a peck on the cheek.

  “What kind of a kiss is that?” Arpad asked.

  “Well—come to think of it, that was the first time we’ve kissed,” Markus pointed out. “Before now, I didn’t think I’d ever have the chance. I kiss my friends, of course. Even some of the ones I don’t have sex with. That’s just a bro thing. But you and I—we’ve always been sort of, you know, macho. Never that intimate. Until now.”

  “Maybe we should start making up for lost time. How about doing it again, for real?”

  “Sure.”

  This time, the osculation wasn’t casual. It became quite impassioned, the two pairs of lips pressed firmly together, tongues entering into play, the kiss creating a shortness of breath in both participants.

  “Whew,” Markus gasped. “Now, that’s more like it!”

  Arpad smiled. “I know I promised to attack you, the moment I got here. But maybe we can slow down a little. I wouldn’t mind having a drink, first.”