Musclebros

by Emeric Varady

  But Markus was wrong. Ferenc could hold his liquor, and it only heightened his lust, freeing him what the few inhibitions he possessed.

  He crushed one of the amyl nitrite ampules, which he dropped into a small bullet-shaped metal inhaler, with screw threads which could be opened or closed to release or contain the fumes. When he offered the inhaler to Jozsef, the older bodybuilder politely refused.

  “That stuff makes me too crazy,” Jozsef claimed.

  Ferenc shrugged. “More for us, then.” He took several deep hits in his nostrils before passing the inhaler to Markus.

  While he snorted the poppers, Markus surmised that Jozsef abstained from the amyl because of its possible interaction with his ED pill. Jozsef wasn’t just an experienced male whore—he was a smart one, with an instinct for self-preservation. Under no such restriction, Markus enjoyed a good, hot rush.

  What followed was a wild, undiscriminating melee of alcohol, poppers, and sex. In other words—it was business as usual, whenever Markus and Jozsef reported to Ferenc’s place, for a frenzied, orgiastic sex-for-hire session!

  “All right, you studs, Jozsef, Markus,” Ferenc announced, trying to sound tough. “You two big, dirty muscle fucks! You guys know what you’re here for. What I’m paying for. We may as well get started.” Barefoot, still in his designer underwear, he went to the side of the bed. “Come here, both of you. Oh, I want you! Been looking forward to this, all week. I’m so sexed up. So hot, just from thinking about you two muscle bastards, about what a good time I always have with you. I’m going to go crazy unless I get to taste some cock,” Ferenc declared, a feverish arousal evident on his face, in his body language, in his voice. “I want to suck!” He turned to Jozsef. “You first, big guy, big man, Mr. Muscle Champion, with all of your frigging titles and trophies. Tonight, dude, you’re mine! All mine! Bought and sold. My goddamn property, my muscle sex slave. Lie down on the bed, stud! Give me that meat.”

  Ferenc was being slightly contemptuous, domineering, and insulting, but, accustomed to such treatment from some johns, Jozsef overlooked it, and he showed every willingness to please the man who was paying him and Markus for sex.

  Shrugging, Jozsef moved toward the bed, and he barely had time to stretch out on it, flat on his back, before Ferenc was all over him. The doctor’s athletic body, still attired in his fancy jockey shorts and tank top, moved provocatively as he knelt between Jozsef’s parted thighs and he lowered his head to the veteran pro bodybuilder’s crotch. Ferenc’s warm red lips kissed Jozsef’s cock.

  Markus stood there, naked, near the bed, observing the action which was now taking place on it, in the middle of those soft rose-red sheets. Chemically enhanced or not, Jozsef’s erection lacked nothing in size, tumescent, or staying power. Proudly, he offered it to Ferenc’s slavering mouth.

  The cock-hungry doctor’s agile tongue-tip darted out from between his parted lips, and it drilled into Jozsef’s prominent, wide-open piss slit and tasted the drop of fluid oozing out of it. Jozsef squirmed when the oral-genital contact sent tremors of arousal shooting through his big body. Eagerly, displaying a depraved hunger, Ferenc employed his hot tongue to lick every inch of Jozsef’s penis, coating it with his saliva. Jozsef’s dick twitched restlessly, and another drop of pre-cum appeared in the groove of its tip and ran slowly down the shaft, over the pulsating veins which stood out from the smooth surface of the dark-pink column of flesh.

  Groaning, Ferenc ran his tongue up the cockshaft, along the throbbing veins, licking up the drop of cum and savoring it by rolling it around inside his mouth before he swallowed it. His handsome, rugged face was a study in pure carnality, the features twisted into a mask of sensuality and glowing desire.

  “Come on, you hot dirty muscle-loving bitch, quick fucking around,” Jozsef dared to address the john. “If you’re going to suck it, then suck it! Get your mouth down on it!”

  It didn’t escape Markus’s notice that this unexpected show of aggression seemed to excite Ferenc, who promptly stopped his teasing and got down to work.

  The doctor smiled lewdly around the huge hard cock which he now had stuffed in his mouth. His lips slid up and down over the swollen member. The cockhead pushed against his throat as the horny bodybuilder thrust his groin blindly up into the physician’s face, and Ferenc struggled to suck the entire length of Jozsef’s prick down his throat.

  The raw sexual excitement of being blown so well struck Jozsef like a body blow to the gut. His belly tensed. His hips ground in uncontrollable reaction to the abandoned deep-throating. His buttocks clenched and unclenched, and he raised them high off the bed to drive his fuck tool still deeper into Ferenc’s throat!

  Watching his friend fuck the doctor’s face so roughly did nothing to calm Markus down. His rock-hard prick twitched in barely pent-in erotic fury, and his balls ached. His piss slit was dripping pre-cum.

  “Choke on it—please,” Jozsef demanded, sarcastically. “Don’t just suck that cock. Swallow it! Ream out your goddamn throat with that motherfucking thing! You wanted that meat. Now eat it! Come on, eat the whole thing!”

  Obscene grunts and gurgles emerged from Ferenc’s cock-crammed mouth as he labored to satisfy Jozsef.

  Markus watched, fascinated. Jozsef’s aggressive tactics seemed to be paying off. Maybe, Markus speculated, he’d been wrong when, on past occasions, he’d tended to be so submissive and pliant when he was in the doctor’s company. Maybe Ferenc was the kind of guy whose tough macho act was a well-maintained but still vulnerable façade. Maybe he was the kind of top who secretly longed be treated like a bottom! If that was so, then tonight, in Jozsef he’d certainly found the right domineering stud for the job!

  Jozsef gestured to Markus with one hand. “Come here, kid,” he urged. Markus went to stand nude beside the bed. “Do my big muscle buddy, too,” Jozsef told Ferenc. “Suck his big dick!”

  In an oral frenzy, Ferenc abandoned Jozsef’s prick, only to swoop down on Markus’s equally hefty, potent fuck tool.

  “Yeah,” Jozsef gloated. “Look at him suck! The horny cocksucker really gets off on it, doesn’t he?”

  Too aroused to reply verbally, Markus shuddered. His hard-on seemed to swell like a balloon being pumped full of air, to take on monstrous proportions, with Ferenc bathing it in his warm wet spit and exerting a steady, confident suction upon its entire length, blowing Markus with skillful ease. Jozsef sat up, Markus leaned over him, and they began to kiss, while Markus fucked the doctor’s face, using his hand to penetrate his damp, tousled hair and press down on Ferenc’s scalp, to push his mouth lower down on his erection, not hesitating to get rough with him, wanting to punish the john with his prick.

  “What’d I tell you?” Jozsef moaned, against Markus’s lips. “Looks like the doctor is in need of some intensive ‘therapy,’ himself. Looks like he’s willing to take orders from us.”

  “Yeah! You know something, buddy?” Markus asked Jozsef, between kisses. “This time, I think I’d like to do the fucking. The doctor, here, has pounded my ass. Lots of times! I believe he’s due to return the favor. Isn’t that right, sir?” Markus inquired of Ferenc, mockingly.

  “His mouth feels like a cunt,” Jozsef said, insultingly. “I bet his ass feels just like a pussy, too!”

  “Well?” Markus dared to taunt the doctor. “Is it true? Is your butch ass really just a man cunt, ready to have a cock shoved up it?”

  The doctor’s mouth made a loud popping noise when he wrenched his lips away from Markus’s dick.

  “Yeah!” Ferenc ranted, like a wild man, spittle flying from his mouth. “Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Fuck me, you muscle sluts! Both of you!”

  “You, first,” Jozsef invited Markus. “Take him! Fuck him!” Jozsef swung his legs over the edge of the bed and he stood up. He grasped Ferenc by the elbow, and he encouraged him to stand up, too.

  “Strip out of those undies,” Markus growled. “We want you naked, just like we are!”

  “Bare-assed, yeah,” Jozsef agreed,
with relish.

  “I’m paying,” a blustering Ferenc reminded them. “I ought to be the one who calls the shots.”

  “Yes, sir,” Jozsef said. “We wouldn’t dream of forgetting our place. Now, with your permission, we’ll just help you to get more comfortable—”

  Without waiting for Ferenc to remove his underwear, the two hustlers took charge. Jozsef grabbed a double fistful of Ferenc’s tank top, at his sides, and he yanked the garment free from the waistband of the jockeys. Jozsef drew the shirt up over Ferenc’s pecs, to his armpits, and then the doctor automatically raised his arms, so that Jozsef could help him strip out of the tank top altogether.

  Meanwhile, Markus boldly groped Ferenc’s crotch. He freed the guy’s hard-on from the pouch of the cotton briefs and he stroked it with one hand, while with the other he yanked the shorts down to the doctor’s knees. Markus pressed the man’s rigid and obviously frustrated member between his own husky thighs. The shaft of Ferenc’s dick rubbed excitingly against Markus’s perineum muscle and balls. Ferenc shuddered, his lust so intense that he could barely keep it contained within him. His jockeys fell down around his ankles, and he stepped out of them. Now he, like the two escorts, was completely nude—and ready for anything, no matter how depraved. So long as it was sexual!

  He was wildly turned on, prepared to engage in any erotic act, no matter how lewd or perverse. He stepped boldly forward and he eagerly took Markus’s tight balls in his hands, while Markus’s penis pressed against his stomach.

  Ferenc’s two hard nipples bored into Markus’s bare chest. Markus slid his hands down the naked doctor’s hips to his thighs and gave them a little squeeze and pinch, and Ferenc, moaning with pleasure, rubbed his cock against Markus’s between their bodies.

  “I want you, you fucking goddamn gym stud,” Ferenc whispered. “I want you in my ass!” His voice was growing huskier with desire, and his fingernails scratched Markus’s shoulders when he pressed himself against the other guy’s chest and he humped into his crotch even more brazenly, letting their two stiff dicks duel and collide and rub together.

  They stood slightly apart, with Ferenc holding onto Markus’s neck. Markus pushed his penis downward, inserted it between Ferenc’s muscular thighs, and pushed it back and forth in a mock-fucking motion, allowing Ferenc’s testicles to ride on top of the shaft.

  “How’s that feel, doctor?” Markus asked. “Good, huh?”

  “Oh, Christ,” Ferenc moaned. “You know it’s good. Your prick—it’s so big, so hard, so hot. God, my asshole is burning hot for it already!”

  Markus put his hands under Ferenc’s buttocks and, with a sudden effort, he lifted him bodily off the floor. Ferenc opened his legs wide, and then he locked them around Markus’s waist and arched his back, his chest thrusting forward and the muscles of his thighs tightening even more. His cock pressed against Markus’s midsection, leaking a drop of pre-cum onto his sweaty skin.

  Used to lifting heavy weights, Markus had no trouble at all holding up Ferenc, even though the man was no lightweight.

  While Ferenc rode him, like a little boy playing pony with his daddy, Markus leaned over and sucked and bit on one of Ferenc’s nipples until he was sure it must hurt him—but Ferenc didn’t protest or try to evade his mouth and teeth. The stud liked it!

  Ignoring Jozsef’s presence in the room completely, at least for the time being, in their absorption with each other’s bodies, Ferenc and Markus sank down together onto the waiting bed, still locked together by Ferenc’s legs wrapped around the other man’s waist.

  The next thing Ferenc knew, Markus was lying on top of him on the broad expanse of mattress, his big, muscular body covering Ferenc’s. Ferenc took Markus’s face in his hands and drew it to him. Their open mouths met. Their tongues and teeth grazed each other, grinding as fiercely as their groins.

  Ferenc caught the young weightlifter’s tongue between his teeth and he sucked on it desperately, as though it were a second, more limber penis upon which he could perform fellatio. He wanted every bit of Markus’s flesh which he could fit inside his ravenously hungry, drooling mouth.

  When Markus began to push his penis deeper between Ferenc’s thighs, trying to find his asshole and penetrate it, Ferenc suddenly pushed him off with a choked cry. For a second, Markus thought that the other man was having second thoughts about being fucked, that on this occasion he was going to turn out to be some sort of an ass-shy prickteaser. Which would have been very uncharacteristic of him! But then, with both men writhing together on the bed, Ferenc gasped, “Not yet! I want to suck it some more, first!” He leaned forward to press his face against Markus’s cock.

  He ran his hand up and down the shaft with admiration, and then he put his mouth around the swollen head, gulping noisily, and stuffing inch after thick inch of cockshaft inside his lips. At first, Markus just stroked the older guy’s flanks with his hands while Ferenc blew him, but then he pushed Ferenc down on the bed and he turned himself around, with his prick plunging roughly in and out of Ferenc’s mouth, fucking his face.

  With his weight resting on his right elbow, Markus reached for Ferenc’s own dick, grabbed it, and drew it to his lips. He put his tongue out and eagerly lathered the prickhead with his saliva, grinning when Ferenc squirmed under him, but sucked him even harder than before.

  Finally, Markus buried his face in his wildly aroused sex partner’s groin, letting the man’s coarse pubic hairs tickle his cheeks. He pushed Ferenc’s hard-on deep into his mouth, tasting the salt and the slime of the pre-cum, and, running his tongue rapidly up and down on the cockshaft as it quaked and quivered within his oral grip, he felt it swell even larger, grow much more rigid.

  His right hand slid in between Ferenc’s buttocks. He pushed a finger into the other stud’s anus, reaching his prostate and massaging it before Ferenc realized what he was doing. The extra pressure on his prostate goaded his penis into steely stiffness inside Markus’s hard-sucking mouth, making Ferenc’s entire groin ache and throb with raw excitement.

  Ferenc had pulled Markus’s prick all the way inside his mouth, his throat working around its tip. When he took it out from between his lips, it was only to replace it with the taut sac of Markus’s testicles, teasing them with quick thrusts of his tongue.

  He released the balls and he pushed Markus’s penis back into his mouth and pumped it furiously with his lips. Markus gripped Ferenc’s hammering hips to steady them, his own mouth plugged by the doctor’s solid length of meat.

  Ferenc groaned and gasped. Already, the fluid of his orgasm was beginning to flow hotly through the core of his trembling cockshaft. Sensing how close the other man was to coming, Markus relinquished his cock, turned around, met Ferenc’s wet lips with his own, and kissed him furiously. Markus’s penis, without the benefit of any artificial lubrication, slid between Ferenc’s buttocks and through the relaxed rim of his sphincter muscle and sank deep into the sheath of his anus—as easily as a piston filling the cylinder made to fit it.

  “Fucked,” Markus announced, somewhat redundantly. “Oh, yeah, you’re getting fucked, man!”

  “About time!” Ferenc retorted. “Come on, muscle boy, shove that dick deep in my hole! Rip me wide open with it! Fuck me until I scream for mercy. But then, don’t you dare show me any mercy. Just go on screwing me, like the nasty animal you are! Whore! Dirty, stinking gym whore!” he taunted Markus, in a masochistic frenzy. “Shit! Are you going to let me talk to you like that, punk? Man up. Make me sorry for mouthing off to you. Oh, hurt me with your big hard cock! Make me feel that thing pounding into me, punishing me! Oh, God, fuck me!”

  Markus’s cock grew larger and harder and hotter, bloating Ferenc’s asshole with its potent bulk. He began to hump—and Ferenc’s butt rose from the bed to meet Markus’s every lunge into him, craving not only his cock, but contact with his entire body.

  “Maybe this is how you want to get reamed out,” Markus suggested, sadistically.

  “Yeah, oh, yeah! More, aw, fucking hell,
more! Harder! Fuck me harder!” Ferenc gurgled, helplessly, caught up in the throes of his intense, overwhelming lust.

  “Fuck the shit out of him, buddy,” Jozsef advised. “Don’t spare him, Markus. Give him everything you want. The cunt can’t get enough of your cock. Uh, yeah, nail him good, son.”

  It didn’t take the hard-plowing Markus long to drive his hysterically agitated, sex-maddened paying customer over the edge.

  “Fuck me! I’m coming—goddamn it! Never mind, Markus, just go on fucking me, dude. Oh, it feels so good, to have your big prick in my ass like this!” Ferenc gasped, before his voice failed him, trailing off into gurgles of anal ecstasy.

  His face was drained of color underneath its tan, his head pushed back and his mouth sucking in air. Markus rose and fell on top of him in long, hard, ass-punishing strokes. Ferenc’s fingers clawed the bedclothes and then they rubbed restlessly over the skin of his belly and chest, smearing his own semen, which he’d just shot, into a sweaty paste. Next, they seized Markus’s round, muscular ass cheeks and, with his fingertips digging into the barely yielding glutes, he pulled the stud’s cock deeper into his butt.

  “Fuck me, you bastard,” he demanded, hoarsely. “Fuck me hard, and fuck me deep! Oh, God! My asshole can’t get enough of your cock!”

  Markus’s penis swelled to painful proportions and shuddered deep in the grip of Ferenc’s anus. When Ferenc began to ejaculate again, spraying his wet semen all over his torso and even splashing some wads of it onto his face, Markus could feel his own tormented sex organ exploding inside the other man’s hot body in merciful gushes of thick sperm.

  The two men’s naked bodies were joined only by the stiffness of his penetrating member, until—completely spent, but still embedded inside Ferenc—Markus let out a final, muffled groan and he collapsed on Ferenc’s chest.

  Chapter Eight: What the Doctor Prescribed—for Himself!

  “Awesome! Downright fucking awesome!”