“It must be annoying,” Markus suggested. “I mean, having to sneak around. Worrying about your parents finding out.”
“Tell me about it! I’m just a poor little rich boy,” Bertok quipped. “Well—maybe not so poor, and not so little!” he bragged. He flexed one arm, pulling up the sleeve of his T-shirt and displaying his bunched-up biceps muscle for Markus’s inspection. “Eventually, I hope I’ll have really big muscles, like yours. I guess there’s not much I can do about enlarging my dick, though. If there were, then I’d hustle, too, and maybe even do porn. That’d piss up my folks, for sure!” He giggled, again. “In your photos on the website, your cock looks huge, dude! Are those pics for real, or are they photoshopped?”
“Ah—what you see is what you get. As I’m sure you’ll want to, soon. The agency doesn’t do false advertising.”
“Yeah,” Bertok said, snickering. “I guess it wouldn’t do for one of you studs to show off a big schlong on the website, and then, when you show up in person and drop your pants, you’re hung small!”
“Could be embarrassing,” Markus agreed.
“God, I like guys with big muscles and big dicks!” Bertok declared, his facial expression and tone of voice betraying frank enthusiasm. “Last time, I had Lajos get two guys for me—so I could have a threesome,” he said, with relish. “They weren’t as well-built or as good-looking as you, but shit, did those dudes ever know how to fuck! They really liked to party, so that night was well worth the expense. I had so much of that hot, hard hustler cock in my mouth and up my ass that I could barely talk or sit down, afterward!
“My Mom and Dad were home, so I had to meet those two studs at one of their places. I made the excuse that I was just going to hang out with a couple of my buddies, and of course I had to be home by my curfew. It was a crummy little studio apartment in a bad part of town, but, hey, I wasn’t there to admire the décor! These two hustlers—their names are Kolos and Marton, do you know them?”
“No,” Markus said. “But then, you have to realize I don’t have any real opportunities to socialize with the other guys who work for the agency.”
“Too bad. I sort of had this idea that all you hustlers get together and party, on your own time! Oh, well. Another jerkoff fantasy shot to hell! Anyway, once I saw Marton and Kolos in person, I was really excited by the thought of taking on both of those well-hung brutes at once.
“We all got stoned first, of course, on this amazingly high-grade coke I’d bought and brought along. No wonder my allowance never seems to last long! Once the three of us were good and coked up,” Bertok went on, “we got naked. God, I was horny! I started to give Kolos head. Christ, Markus, was he hung! His dick was uncut, of course, and it had a slight curve to it. And all that blood rushing down into it made it this dark reddish-purple color, so it looked like a huge, ripe frigging eggplant. He filled my mouth and my mouth with that thing, just about choking me. He tasted delicious, very masculine, sort of cheesy under his foreskin when I poked my tongue in there and licked it. My mouth didn’t stop watering the whole time I worked on him, so his prick slipped in and out of mouth and throat on a bath of my saliva, and my spit started to leak out of my lips and drool down my chin. I let some of it fall onto my fingertips, and then I reached down and I began to jerk myself off while I blew him, using my spit for lube on my dick.
“But then Marton started to get impatient, and he wanted the same treatment. I had to keep moving back and forth from his cock to Kolos’s, sucking them both in turn. Those horny young animals never gave me a chance to catch my breath!
“Then they shoved both of their pricks into my mouth at once! ‘Suck, rich bitch!’ they told me. ‘Suck our cocks! Yeah, eat the meat, pretty boy!’ I really did think I’d choke to death on that hot hard man whore dick then, but somehow I held on and I managed to suck on them both. Oh, fuck, Markus, I was in cocksucking heaven! Two bastards working me over, fucking my mouth, using me like a goddamn whore—uh, no offense, dude. I mean ‘whore’ in a good way.
“Next, the guys reciprocated, which kind of surprised me, because they were so butch, so goddamn macho, and I’d assumed they might be just trade. But no, once they got into it, they really got into it! They took turns sucking me, and they were damn good at it. And that wasn’t the end of their oral talent. After I’d been sucked for a while, I got hungry again, myself. I went back to work, blowing Marton, and he swung his body around on the bed and he turned it into a sixty-nine. I sucked him while he sucked me, and then Kolos started to tongue-fuck each of us in turn, while we went on blowing each other. That was wild! That hungry son of a bitch shoved his tongue halfway up my ass and swabbed me out as though I had a warm, wet rag in there, wiping me!
“After enjoying that for a few minutes, I let Marton get on top of me, in fucking position. His prick felt as hard as a steel girder when he rammed it up my ass, and even with the lube, I screamed like a dumbass girl losing her cherry as he took me. He and Kolos had told me, while we were talking, before we got started, that when they weren’t working for the agency, they always took turns fucking each other, and they loved it when they had a third man’s ass at their disposal, either on or off the job. I have to tell you, I like it rough sometimes, Markus, but this fuck was really rough! Still, I manned up, and I just lay there and took it.
“Jesus, Markus, if only you’d been there! Getting fucked liked that while I was high on the coke was fantastic! Soon I forgot all about the pain in my ass, and all I felt was pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of that nasty guy’s cock!
“Kolos growled that his buddy was being a selfish prick, and that it was his turn to take a crack at my ass. So Marton pulled out of me, and a moment later Kolos was inside me, instead. I had his strong body on top of mine, holding me down. His mouth slobbered all over my nips, while his dick pumped in and out of my rear end like a jackhammer. I felt my asshole burning and clenching around his shaft, and my own cock was getting hotter and slimier, dripping my jizz all over my belly. Then, in mid-fuck, I had one of the biggest orgasms ever!
“My whole body started to shake and shudder with lust. I grabbed Kolos’s shoulders, and then his butt cheeks, and I literally pushed his ass down against me so that every inch of his cock went up my ass and it really reamed me out the whole time I was coming! I had a huge ejaculation, my wet cum flying everywhere, my body arching up against his again and again. I could feel his big dick filling my ass, stretching it out, and hammering in and out of my guts so violently that it became painful again. Kolos didn’t come, though—maybe because he was too stoned and the coke had slowed down his flow of jizz. He just kept screwing me!
“He ripped his dick out of me, and he told Marton to take over. ‘Pound that boy’s sloppy, cummy hole for him,’ he said. As though Marton needed his buddy to tell him what to do! I was fucked some more, even more roughly, because Marton had enjoyed a break. He humped me as though he’d gone without sex for a month!
“When I got tired of lying in that position, with my legs up over Marton’s shoulders, and I begged him to ease up for a minute, he grunted in a kind of disgusted-sounding way, no doubt thinking I was a wimp. But he did pull out of my ass. He changed places with Kolos, who turned me over onto my belly and got on top of me. Kolos gave me every inch of his thick, throbbing fuck tool. Oh, Markus, that felt great! He was so strong, so butch, and he was such a dirty, horny animal in bed, not sparing me, just using me for his pleasure! I was in love! With both him and his buddy! And, suddenly, I wanted him to hurt me while he humped me!
“I begged him to spank my ass cheeks for me, as hard as he could, while he fucked me. He did it, and he fucked me even harder, because spanking me seemed to turn him on, too. His big hands smacking my behind started to sting and burn, and I went out of my frigging mind, I was so hot for cock!
“After that, things maybe got a little out of hand. I was ‘forced’ to suck their assholes, and sniff and lick their sweaty, smelly armpits. Even lick their feet and suck on their toes. All sor
ts of kinky shit like that. And of course I got fucked again, by both of them. Fucked hard! Maybe they got a bit too rough with me. But I didn’t complain, or tell them to stop. I liked it! I wanted it! I was feeling quite masochistic, and the more they abused me, the hotter I got!” Bertok smirked. “I was one well-satisfied slut after that session, believe me!”
Feeling that some sort of a response was called for, Markus murmured, “That sounds like a hard act to follow. I hope I’ll be able to make you every bit as happy, tonight.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, big guy, I’m sure you will. In fact, now that you mention it—! Telling you about those dudes Marton and Kolos, thinking about they worked me over—that’s gotten me hot. Why don’t you get naked?” Bertok suggested.
“Would you like me to?”
“Fuck, yeah!”
“But—right here, in this room?”
“Why not? Like I said, no one will interrupt us.”
“All right.” You’re paying, Markus thought, and the customer is always right! If we end up getting sweat and body fluids on any of this fancy upholstery, that won’t be my problem.
He stood up and he began to undress.
He deposited his shoes under a chair, and he folded and stacked his garments on the chair’s seat. Nude, he stood, waiting further instructions or demands, with his hands at his sides and his bare feet sunk into the soft wool pile of the rug.
But Bertok was stripping, too. He was more careless with his clothes, flinging them nonchalantly onto the floor. When his body emerged from the discarded garments, Markus could see and feel his own cock getting hard in response to the sight. The stuck-up little rich bitch had a fine body, which had evidently benefited from some weight training. His skin was flawless. His nipples looked like two pieces of conical chocolate candy perched on his pecs. His belly was enviably flat and hard, with the beginnings of a six-pack. His uncircumcised cock swung out long and thick and veiny in semi-erection, the head still sheathed in its foreskin, the shaft acing outward above a pair of man-sized, lightly furred balls.
Better yet, Bertok possessed a cheeky ass, the two mounds of buttock muscle resembling perfect hemispheres, held up high in defiance of gravity, and covered by creamy flesh. The thought that, before the evening was over, he might be inserting his cock between those ass cheeks and driving it far up inside that highly fuckable-looking ass, made Markus’s dick stiffen even more, achieving its maximum degree of erection and readiness.
Bertok noticed his tumescence. “Aw, hell! Nice dick, man! Shit! No false advertising there, that’s for sure!”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Are you going to let me have it?”
“Of course, any way you want.” Sorely tempted to add, you’ve paid for it, after all, Markus managed to restrain himself.
“I want it in my mouth and up my ass,” the precocious young john announced.
“Sounds like a plan.” Markus continued to fight the urge to let sarcasm seep into his tone of voice.
“First, put on a muscle show for me,” Bertok insisted. “Pose and flex for me. Let me touch those big, hard muscles. Let me feel them—rub them.”
“Go right ahead.”
For Markus, this was familiar territory. His johns often wanted him to display his physique for them, while they indulged in some muscle worship.
Bertok had him stand in front of the fireplace, with his back turned toward it, between the two massive dragon vases. The boy’s hands roamed all over the escort’s nude body, exploring it, touching, squeezing, and rubbing his muscles.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Bertok murmured. “You’re the best whore the agency’s set me up with yet!”
Markus accepted this blunt assessment as a compliment, as it was no doubt intended to be.
“Thanks,” he said. “I pride myself on being the best.” This was no time for false modesty.
Bertok began to bring his lips and tongue into play, as well as his hands, kissing and licking and sucking the bodybuilder’s flesh. Markus groaned as the kid worked on him. Bertok might be young, but it was obvious that he was anything but inexperienced. He sucked on Markus’s nipples. He urged Markus to lift and flex his arms, so that he could sniff and lick Markus’s armpit, from which rivulets of sweat were already tricking down over his serratus and external oblique muscles.
“Uh, dude, you smell good, and your sweat tastes good,” Bertok moaned.
Markus assumed that they’d move on quickly to more explicit sex acts. But Bertok surprised him. He tore himself away from Markus and he went to the drink cart. There, methodically, a nude bartender with a stiff prick, he mixed two fresh citrus flushes.
“Here,” he said, handing one of the glasses to Markus. “Let’s take these upstairs with us. You can leave your clothes right there.”
Naked, they went back to the vestibule and climbed the staircase—all the way to the third floor of the house.
“This is my room,” Bertok told Markus, as he opened the door and turned on the ceiling light. “Let’s get high. I’ve got some of that good coke left.”
This was another luxuriantly furnished and decorated room, although here the prevailing color scheme was brown, tan, gray, and deep rust red, no doubt because that was considered “masculine.” The space was large enough to contain not only a king size bed, but a desk and chair, an armoire and a trunk in addition to the closets, and a small sitting area with a table placed between two leather armchairs.
The bed was turned down, and, obviously in anticipation of receiving the visit from his stud-for-hire, Bertok had placed a neatly folded clean towel and a plastic pump bottle of lubricant on the nightstand. He switched on a small table lamp on the nightstand, and he turned off the ceiling fixture. Then he got out his drug apparatus—a little mirror, a razor blade, a vial containing the cocaine, and a cut-off piece of plastic drinking straw, to snort the coke through.
Between the citrus flush, which he drained, and the coke, Markus soon began to feel pleasantly befuddled. He and Bertok were seated in the armchairs, with the table between them.
“Ready to get started?” Bertok asked, eagerly.
“I was born ready,” Markus bragged. “What do you want me to do?”
“First, jerk off a little for me, please,” Bertok begged, looking at Markus with a sudden hunger in his eyes. “I want to see you play with your prick.”
“Sure, whatever you want.” Maintaining his languid pose, Markus leaned back in his comfortable chair, nude, spreading his legs wide and exposing his crotch. His dick sprang up, unencumbered by clothing, pointing toward the ceiling of the bedroom. He reached down, closed his fingers in a loose fist around his shaft, and he began to stroke himself.
“Fuck, man, that is a big dick!” Bertok gasped.
“Like it?” Markus asked, provocatively.
“You bet I do.”
“Want it?” Markus inquired, even more brazenly, although he was quite confident that the answer would be yes.
“Yeah,” Bertok moaned, confirming Markus’s assessment of the situation. Bertok was unusually young for a john, and his family was rich. But when it came right down to it, the boy behaved like any other guy who was paying for sex. He wanted to get laid. He wanted to get his money’s worth! It was time for Markus to perform, and live up to the customer’s expectations.
“You’ve got such a hot body, and such a big cock,” Bertok said, the words coming out of him in a rush. “Can I suck it?”
“You most certainly may,” Markus, all selfless magnanimity, deigned to say. “Be my guest!”
Bertok had been drinking, too, in addition to snorting the coke. He set his empty glass down on the table. Then he fell to his knees on the floor in front of where Markus sat, wedging his muscular young body in between Markus’s thighs. Glancing down, Markus saw that Bertok had a healthy young erection protruding from his groin which was every bit the equal of Markus’s priapic display. But, ignoring his own no doubt nagging tumescence, Bertok seemed to wan
t to concentrate his attentions upon his naked, muscular, aroused rent boy.
Bertok parted his lips, stuck out his tongue, and swabbed it over the insides of Markus’s thighs. Next, he licked Markus’s testicles, before running his tongue up the underside of Markus’s cockshaft, to his swollen, bulbous glans.
Markus lay back and groaned with pleasure as Bertok licked and sucked his perspiring, salty-tasting flesh. The boy’s mouth felt warm and moist on Markus’s skin, and his restlessly darting tongue raised goosebumps on Markus’s flesh, with Markus shuddering in ecstatic response to the light, flickering pressure.
Then, with shaking hands, Bertok parted Markus’s legs wider and he pressed his face deeper into his groin. His lips brushed their way through Markus’s sweat-dampened pubic bush, and then he used his tongue to wet the head and the shaft of Markus’s cock. Markus cried out in suffocated, hoarse passion when Bertok began to lick his cock and balls, darting lower between Markus’s thighs to lap at the cleft of his ass, with lewd fervor and agility.
“Uh—whore boy! You whore boy, you!” Markus panted, the words sounding, as he intended, not like insults, but rather as high praise. Technically, Markus was the whore, but Bertok was behaving more like a paid slut than a john at the moment. “You ass licker, you! Uh—eat that ass! Rim it, boy, and rim it good. Get that fucking tongue in there, deep!”
“Fuck, yeah, dude—you don’t know how much I’ve wanted to do this. Ever since I saw your pictures on the website, ever since you walked in the door tonight! Suck your dick—taste your ass,” Bertok groaned, between licks. “Looks like you’re pretty hard up, huh, guy? I’m all sexed up, too. I really need to drop a load. And not by jacking off. Fuck that shit! I want to do it with a man,” he declared. “A real man, like you!”
Even as his lust mounted, Markus felt a surge of gratitude. He’d struck pay dirt with this hot, uninhibited young number! Bertok’s lewd words, combined with his oral kill, resulted in Markus feeling very horny indeed, absolutely frantic to get fucked, if possible. As good as Bertok was proving himself to be at cocksucking, Markus wanted the two of them to ball.
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