Musclebros

by Emeric Varady

  “We’ll need drinks,” Jozsef said. “Wine?”

  “Why not?” Andy responded. “You choose, though. You must know what’s good.”

  “A bottle of Egri Bikavér, to start,” Jozsef told the waiter, decisively. “That’s ‘Bull's Blood of Eger’ in English,” he explained, for the benefit of the Americans. “It’s a nice robust red wine, goes with just about anything. Oh, and bring us some appetizers, Dezso, while we’re waiting for our food. The liver dumplings. Bring us a big plate of them.”

  The waiter went to the kitchen, to hand in the order.

  “He’s got a nice ass,” Andy commented, as he observed Dezso’s retreat. “Either of you guys ever nailed it?”

  “Don’t be crude, Andy,” Neil protested. “You’ll embarrass us.” But he laughed.

  “Dezso’s a nice guy, but he’s not quite our type,” Markus said. “I think I can speak for Jozsef as well as for myself, when I say we like them a little more masculine and a lot more muscular.”

  “Same here,” Andy agreed, salaciously. “The bigger the better, that’s my philosophy.”

  Leaning back comfortably in his chair, Neil matter-of-factly addressed the elephant in the room—namely, his dark skin. Some of the other diners were sending glances toward the quartet of muscle men, and, although their physiques may well have prompted some of the curiosity, Neil’s race was also obviously an item of interest.

  “No offense, men, but I thought there’d be a lot more racism here,” Neil remarked. “Of course, when you’re a bodybuilder, you expect to be stared at. You’d be disappointed if people didn’t look at you! So it doesn’t bother me to be gaped at. But I’ve noticed that Andy gets his share of stares, too. Which means it must be our muscles, not necessarily my skin color.”

  “Budapest is a pretty sophisticated city,” Markus said. “We get visitors from all over the world. So a black man isn’t all that much a novelty. It might’ve been different years ago, and it might still be different in a small town, out in one of the provinces. There, you’d probably really stand out.”

  “Maybe it’s unfair to make a comparison based on such a short stay,” Andy said. “But we like Budapest better than Vienna. You Hungarians seem friendlier.”

  Jozsef grinned. “I won’t disagree with you. We try to be hospitable.”

  The waiter brought their wine, and the liver dumplings.

  “Ah, this is living,” Andy said, as they all sampled the wine and dug into the tasty dumplings. “Do you guys eat like this every day?”

  “No, sometimes we have to grab something on the run, as I’m sure you men do, back home,” Markus replied. “On weekends, though, I do try to relax and enjoy myself. And I’m sure that’s true of Jozsef, too.” Jozsef nodded. “Anyway, meeting you two—that’s made it a special occasion.”

  Markus was already speculating about the sexual side of the two Americans’ relationship, which he was sure existed. The real question was, were they exclusive? Monogamous? Or did they play around with other men? And, if they did, what would it take to get them into bed with him and Jozsef? An all-muscle foursome would be an exciting way to wile away some time on a Saturday afternoon, especially after all of the participants had been suitably fortified with food and drink. Glancing at Jozsef, Markus was sure he could read his mind, and that his friend was thinking along the same lines.

  Dezso brought their plates to the table.

  “My God, Markus,” Andy commented. “That beef looks really raw.”

  “I like raw meat,” Markus admitted. “In fact, I like a lot of things raw.”

  “I can’t imagine what you’re referring to,” Andy protested, facetiously, although the look on his face, and Neil’s, suggested that both men had a very good idea of what Markus meant, and that they were titillated by the implications.

  After the meal, they argued over the check.

  “My treat,” Jozsef said. “You guys are guests in our country.”

  “No, we’ll split it evenly, four ways,” Andy retorted.

  “If you insist. I’ll kick in the tip, though. Markus and I come here often. And that waiter, Dezso, is always very attentive. I want him to feel appreciated.”

  This compromise was acceptable, and soon the four men found themselves outside the restaurant, on the sidewalk.

  “I’m stuffed,” Neil complained, happily. “I feel like I can barely move.”

  “Me, too,” Andy agreed. “That was delicious. Good choice.”

  “Maybe, after that meal, you guys would like to rest for a while, before you do any more sightseeing,” Jozsef suggested. “My place isn’t far from here. We can take a cab there. You can hang out for as long as you want to—and relax.”

  Neil and Andy agreed, at once.

  All four men knew that “rest” and “relax” were euphemisms for whatever activities might actually go on at Jozsef’s apartment.

  They squeezed themselves into a cab, Jozsef sitting next to the driver so he could give him directions, with Markus in the back seat between Andy and Neil. Markus wasn’t surprised when, during the short drive, each of the Americans “casually” slid a hand onto his thigh and, after digging his fingers into the leg muscle through Markus’s pants, as though to test its hardness and resiliency, moved to his crotch, groping it brazenly. This activity presumably took place outside of the range of the driver’s rearview mirror, although neither Neil nor Andy seemed too concerned about the possibility of the man observing how they were fondling Markus through his pants. Nor did Markus do anything to discourage their lewd manipulations of him.

  “Can’t wait to get to Jozsef’s place,” Markus did joke, at one point. “It’s quite nice. You’ll like it. It’s comfortable there—you know? We can spread out, and, like he said—relax.”

  “Yeah, I’ve got a pretty good idea of what to look forward to,” Andy gasped, as his busy, exploring fingers competed with Neil’s, stroking Markus’s cock and balls through the fabric of his trousers.

  “Make yourselves at home,” Jozsef encouraged the Americans, upon their arrival. “We need more wine, don’t we? I’ll go uncork a bottle,” he said. “Come help me carry the glasses, will you, Markus?”

  “Sure.”

  In the kitchen, while getting the wineglasses from the cupboard and selecting and opening a bottle of wine—he decided to stick with the Bull’s Blood—Jozsef asked Markus, “All right, which one do you like?”

  “Well, I’ve never had a black man as a sex partner,” Markus admitted.

  “I have. They’re usually hot.”

  “I can’t stop thinking about what Neil must look like, naked. I bet he’s got a big black cock.”

  “I’m sure he does. Some stereotypes are based on reality, you know. The lad’s a strapping young black buck, isn’t he? Nothing wrong with that. And he seems to like you. Okay, you enjoy yourself with Neil, for starters. I’ll take on the pretty blond boy.”

  “Andy seems to like you,” Markus pointed out. “I think there’s a bit of hero worship going on, there.”

  “Maybe. I hope he won’t be too disappointed, when he fulfils his fantasy of fucking around with me!”

  “Not likely. Of course, we’re assuming they’ll go along with what we want, and not have preferences of their own.”

  “These boys seem very accommodating. Open to just about anything. And we can always switch partners, later, if we want.”

  In the living room, the Americans were admiring Jozsef’s photo gallery, and his trophies.

  “I can go one better that that,” Jozsef said, after he and Markus served the wine. He opened and drawer of his desk and took out some eight-by-ten glossies. They showed him, in various poses, stripped down to the skimpiest of posing trunks, oiled, and flexing his muscles for the camera. “Take your pick,” he invited his American guests. “And I’ll sign one of them for each of you, as a souvenir of your visit to Budapest.”

  “Gee, thanks, Jozsef,” Andy exclaimed. “This is the best vacation ever!”

>   But, for the star-struck Andy and his buddy Neil, their stay in Hungary soon got even better.

  Suitably fortified with wine, all four men soon retreated into Jozsef’s bedroom.

  It took him only a few moments to prepare the room for group sex—turning down the bed, setting out a stack of fresh towels on the nightstand next to the lubricant, and, finally, drawing the drapes over the windows. Enough daylight penetrated from outside to give the room a soft, intimate ambience.

  “I wasn’t expecting company—not today, that is, and not this early in the day,” Jozsef explained, smiling. “But now we’re all set. Come on, my American friends, don’t be shy. Let’s see those bodies. Lose the clothes.”

  They all got naked. Four nude men, all sporting erections—it was quite a priapic display.

  Jozsef was a generous host, in every sense of the word. Playfully, he pushed Markus toward Neil.

  “You two get to know each other,” Jozsef suggested. He was willing to share his young lover, Markus, with the hot black American stud, Neil—at least on a temporary basis!

  Neither Neil nor Markus was shy. Soon, Andy and Jozsef were watching the other two muscle men making love, with uninhibited, animalistic abandon.

  “You’re so fucking hot, man,” Neil moaned, as he drew the young Hungarian man fiercely, possessively, into his embrace and down onto the bed. “Jozsef is so lucky to have you as his lover!”

  “And you’re so lucky, Neil, that I’m not the jealous type,” Jozsef told him, mockingly. “Go ahead. Make love to my boyfriend. Not that you need my permission. Markus is a horny, whorey young bastard, and he’s perfectly free to do whatever he wants. But I don’t mind sharing him, if Andy doesn’t mind sharing you. Go ahead,” he repeated. “Fuck each other! As long as I can watch.”

  Neil took Jozsef at his word. He and Markus rolled over the bed together, mouths pressed together in wet, succulent kisses, limbs intertwined in restless motion, cocks hard and rubbing aggressively against each other.

  “Damn, dude, you taste good,” Neil declared, as he licked his way down Markus’s torso, his tongue gliding over his pecs and abs, to his crotch. “Can’t wait to taste your dick—!” Neil didn’t deny himself that pleasure for long. He engulfed Markus’s hefty manhood with his ravenous mouth, sucking away on it with wanton enthusiasm.

  “Shit! I want to suck some cock, too,” Markus insisted. He got down on his knees on the bedroom floor at Neil’s feet, and his lips claimed Neil’s penis, drawing it inside his mouth and applying a strong, steady, invigorating suction on the penis, which quickly sprang into its full, virile rigidity in response to the American’s ardent oral administrations.

  “Cocksucker,” Neil moaned, running his fingers through Markus’s hair. “You hot goddamn fucking cocksucker! Suck cock, you hot-mouthed son of a bitch! Oh, yeah, suck cock! Jesus! What a mouth! You’re so good,” Neil whimpered. “So goddamn good at sucking dick! Yeah, baby, let me feel those sweet lips on my big black cock!”

  The two men maneuvered themselves into a seated position on the edge of the bed, and they took turns going down on each other, in a playful competition to see which of them had the greater oral talent, and which could more effectively aroused the other. It seemed to be a tie, although at one point Neil became so engrossed in sucking Markus’s dick that he stayed down on it, refusing to relinquish it and raise his head, so that he could give the Hungarian his turn.

  Neil was an impressive fellator and deep throater. But Markus suspected that the well-hung, hot-mouthed black stallion had other talents, as well.

  “Fuck me, Neil,” Markus groaned, as he felt the other man’s warm, dark hands running over his body, adding to the stimulation which Neil’s mouth was giving his prick. “Fuck me! Put your big, hard cock in my ass and really fuck me, good and hard and deep, the way I like it!”

  For the time being, Markus forgot all about what Jozsef and Andy might be doing, because he was caught up in his own sexual activities. No sooner had Markus invited Neil to fuck him, than the American stud took him at his word and he set to work to oblige Markus, with a minimum of time-wasting foreplay. They stretched out on the bed together. Neil’s mouth was crushed against Markus’s own lustfully panting lips, with Neil’s light beard stubble nuzzling roughly against Markus’s chin and cheeks, as Markus allowed Neil’s tongue to slide wetly inside his mouth. The oral penetration unleashed a flood of passion inside his loins, as Markus’s anus demanded similar treatment. In other words, his manhole wanted to be invaded, probed, and fucked! By that big, black, African-American cock!

  Wildly turned on now, Markus grasped the warm, smooth, rounded tip of Neil’s stiff prick in his hand, feeling it slick with its leaked pre-cum, proof of Neil’s impatient arousal, ready to be thrust between Markus’s buttocks and far up his ass.

  “Some guys have trouble taking me,” Neil warned. “Not Andy, though.”

  “Not me, either,” Markus boasted. “You’ll see. Let me worry about taking this thing. You just lie back, keep it hard, and fuck.”

  “That shouldn’t be a problem,” Neil growled. “Not with your hot ass spread wide open for me, boy!”

  “Then give it to me, big guy!”

  “Don’t worry. I’m going to! Your ass is mine!”

  Even when well lubricated with the slippery, silicone-based sex gel, Neil’s remorseless cock tore through Markus’s tight sphincter and drove deep into his anus with blinding, painful force.

  “Aw, shit!” Markus screamed. “You dirty, big-dicked fucker! Take it easy, can’t you? Uh—motherfucker—you’re tearing up my ass, you’re ripping me apart! God! Oh, my God! Go in there slow, will you? Uh—big thick dick in my butt! Could your goddam prick be any bigger and harder? Could you go in any deeper? Oh, dude—go easy on me,” Markus begged. “Please!”

  “Take it,” Neil advised, callously. “Take it and love it! Who do you think you’re kidding? Shit! A moment you were bragging about how you were going to take it. And I can tell how much you like it, you slut!”

  “Uh,” Markus groaned, in real agony. “Uh, fucking hell! Uh, my ass! I do like it, even though it hurts so much!”

  “Faking,” Neil concluded, dismissively. “Yeah, you’re just faking it!”

  “Bastard,” Markus retorted. “It’s not my fault you’re hung like a freak!”

  Markus wanted that big cock inside him. He had to feel it again—the heart-stopping bulk of Jozsef’s oversized male organ, plunging lewdly deep into his rectum, fucking him madly to orgasm and through it.

  Even though he wanted it to be fast and brutal, a good, bestial rutting fuck, Markus was almost alarmed by the sudden violence with which Jozsef pulled him on top of his body—by the speed with which Neil’s hands thrust his legs apart and tucked them on either side of his own. By the piercing unexpectedness with which Markus’s ass cheeks and sphincter rim were spread open by Neil’s fingers. And, above all, by that big black cock, entering him! Markus let his weight sink down on Neil, his asshole swooping down like a voracious, yawning mouth to capture the blunt upward thrust of the man’s horse-like cock and swallow it up.

  “Aw, hell!” Markus yelled, in mingled pain and delight, when Neil’s thick cockhead slammed up through his asshole and most of the shaft followed, quickly, stretching Markus’s anus to its limits of endurance. “Fuck me,” he sputtered, shuddering on top of the other guy’s body as though he was already coming. “Uh, fuck me, man, fuck me long and hard and deep. Get that cock of yours all the way up my horny hole!”

  “Take it, you pretty white muscle boy, if you want it so fucking bad,” Neil growled, and with a quick, hard thrust from his hips, he buried the rest of his unlubricated prick deep in Markus’s butt.

  Chapter Thirteen: Entertaining the Visitors

  Meanwhile, Andy and Jozsef hadn’t been idle.

  Andy got onto the part of the bed which wasn’t already occupied by Neil and Markus. Glancing at the two men and feeling a surge of excitement rush through him at what he saw them d
oing, Andy took Jozsef into his arms.

  “I have a confession to make,” Andy admitted.

  Jozsef smiled. “Do tell. I hope it’s a nice dirty one?”

  “Kind of. I used to jerk off, over the photos of you in the muscle magazines.”

  Jozsef snickered. “Glad I could be of service, boy.”

  “I jerked off over a lot of bodybuilders, but you were one of my favorites.”

  “That’s flattering to hear. You must have been just a kid back then, huh? I was pumping iron when you were still an embryo in your mother’s womb,” Jozsef suggested.

  “You’re not old,” Andy declared. “You’re really hot, for your age. Foxy. I’d like to have a mature man like you, to be my muscle daddy.”

  “Well, son, this is your lucky day, because I’m perfectly willing to step in and play the part of your muscle daddy, right now. While Markus and Neil are making such nasty six pigs of themselves, why don’t you and I start to try to catch up with them? And show them how it’s done?”

  “Yeah!” Andy vowed. “Want to suck me?” he whispered, after he and Jozsef kissed, passionately, open-mouthed, and at great length.

  “That’s my idea of the perfect dessert, after that fine lunch we had,” Jozsef declared. “Let me have that cock! I want to taste that American meat. Suck on it—eat it—!”

  Impatiently, Andy thrust a fistful of solid, hotly pulsating dick at the older guy’s lips, which Jozsef parted wide to receive the offering.

  As Jozsef eagerly swallowed his fuck tool, taking it effortlessly all the way down to the balls, Andy realized that he felt very horny indeed. So much so, in fact, that he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from coming prematurely. Especially with Jozsef’s expert cocksucking coaxing the hot sperm out of his prick! Andy liked Markus’s buddy, the older pro bodybuilder who had an international reputation, and he didn’t want to disappoint him by shooting too soon. Trying to pace himself, Andy struggled to suppress his whorish impulses and prolong the sex act.