But Jozsef’s ravenous mouth action on his cock was too much for him to withstand for long. Andy’s first explosion of sperm supplied Jozsef’s passionately suctioning mouth with a veritable deluge of thick, rich jism, which rushed out of Andy’s cock in such abundance that the blond American stud was sure he wouldn’t be able to get it up again that day, let alone come again!
“Sorry,” he gasped, as Jozsef’s warm lips sucked him dry.
“Don’t be silly,” Jozsef groaned, after taking his mouth off Andy’s penis. “Oh, God, you taste so good! I could swallow a mouthful of that hot American cum every day, and still not ger enough of it,” he avowed.
Feeling Jozsef’s moist, agile tongue licking up the last drops of fluid still oozing from the piss slit in the tip of his long, thick shaft, Andy was still excited enough, despite having just come, to want to reciprocate immediately. But he decided to keep his mouth off Jozsef’s swollen member for at least a few more moments, despite how tempting the penis looked. Once he had his lips wrapped around the guy’s cock, Andy feared that Jozsef might come even faster and harder than he just had—and the party had just started.
So, instead diving for Jozsef’s crotch and the enticing hardness sticking up from it, Andy pushed the guy’s head gently away from his own groin, and he kissed Jozsef’s lips, which tasted strongly of Andy’s own still-warm cum. He pulled Dezso down on the bed with him and he ran his hand down the pronounced cleavage between Dezso’s solidly-muscled pecs. Andy’s fingers then inevitably slid down lower to comb their way through the thatch of pubic hair on Dezso’s lower belly and all around his big dick. He lifted Dezso’s cock so that it stood vertical to his rippled abs, admiring it.
Leaning over Dezso’s torso, Andy began to lick his cock and balls. Andy heard Dezso moan with delight in response to the wet rubbing of the tongue on his flesh. Andy’s ears were also filled by the sounds which Markus was making as he rode Jozsef’s prick. With his arousal notched up higher by what he saw and heard taking place on the bed beside him, Andy opened his mouth and filled it with Dezso’s hotly pulsating meat.
With Jozsef screwing him so efficiently, Markus went wild. He lost any vestiges of self-control. His hungry asshole sucked Jozsef’s dick deep into his body until he was fully plugged by it. With his mind already reeling with lust, he leaned over Jozsef’s chest, placing his hands on the man’s pecs to steady himself, and he worked on Jozsef’s nipples, teasing the swollen cones of flesh, which made Jozsef grunt with pleasure. Skillfully, Jozsef moved his pelvis under Markus’s butt, to create the first fucking motions deep inside Markus’s guts.
Jozsef began to screw the younger guy with brisk efficiency, his cock sliding easily back and forth within Markus anal sheath. Markus rode the cock, pushing his ass down to meet his sex partner’s every thrust. The fact that he was sitting on the dick enabled him to relax his sphincter muscle and his anus to their maximum extent, and he accepted each of his horny fucker’s plowing drives into him, without impediment or too much discomfort. Markus moaned when he felt Jozsef take full advantage of his submission, by plunging his fuck tool brutally in and out of him. But Markus’s shuddering, sweating, cock-craving body welcomed it all, even the slight pain, with greedy pleasure.
God, oh, God, Markus thought, dazedly, his mind deliciously numbed by the sensual pleasure sweeping over his body. These are the times when I really feel the most alive—when another man is fucking me, when he’s reaming out my ass with his big, hard prick! I need it! I have to have it, on a regular basis. It’s worth anything.
“That’s right. Go ahead and fuck me, Jozsef,” Markus urged, after finding his voice. “Let me have a really good fucking, the kind you know how to give, man. Oh, yeah, just go on fucking me, just like this!” His handsome face was suffused with passion as he ground his butt down against Jozsef’s crotch in total erotic abandon, riding the fisherman’s cock hard and hot, fast and recklessly. “Uh, I love it, your big cock inside me, fucking me. Soon it’s going to make me come. Yeah, I’m going to shoot soon, if you keep on screwing me like this!”
“Best ass in Maine,” Jozsef declared.
The two men humped quite frantically now, lashing each other’s bodies steadily toward their mutual goal of orgasm.
Jozsef drew his knees up so that he was more or less seated straight up on the bed, while Markus was bouncing in his lap, mounted on him, impaling upon his rising and falling prick. Markus’s anus tensed and flexed in exact synchronization to his fucker’s thrusts and withdrawals, the mattress quaking and squealing beneath them, as though in an embarrassed effort to disassociate itself from the two men’s cries and pants and obscene moans of lust.
But they had rivals in their passion. Andy had progressed from cocksucking to imitating what Markus was doing. Andy had climbed on top of the recumbent Dezso, in the same position Markus had taken, straddling Jozsef, and Andy was riding Dezso’s erection with an energy and stamina, a reckless desire to be fucked, which fully matched Markus’s own abandon.
“That’s right, you guys,” Jozsef panted. “Sit on those dicks. Ride them. Take them up your butts! We’ve got the poles for your holes, right here, right there inside you, boys. Hot-assed couple of motherfuckers, aren’t you? Just can’t get enough of those cocks.”
“Never enough,” Markus gasped.
“Never,” a breathless Andy agreed. “Fuck me, Dezso! Come in my ass.”
“Yeah, fuck him, Dezso,” Jozsef urged. “Give the boy what he wants.”
Dezso moaned. “He’s going to get it—soon, real soon!”
“So’s Markus!” Jozsef promised.
As their bodies strained together, Jozsef suddenly felt a warning twinge in the root of his swollen, ass-embedded cock. That signal was followed immediately by the familiar burning, buzzing sensation, as though his prick was about to melt into a jet of hot semen. He knew he was going to come!
“I’m there, I’m going to fucking come in your ass, boy,” he warned, his words almost drowned out by Markus’s loud cries of lust. “Shit—I’m starting to shoot!”
He thrust his dick into Markus as hard and as deep as he could, and then he held it there, while it spasmed violently, emptying itself of its fiery liquid in spurt after spurt. The hot, wet cum exploded from the swollen, pulsating head of his cock as though his glans were the nozzle of a garden hose turned on full blast which had been shoved up Markus’s insatiable ass! He shot inside the younger man repeatedly, flooding his anus with a thick tide of potent sperm, his cum filling Markus’s asshole to overflowing. Markus groaned in sheer bliss when he felt the excess leaking out of him.
His own cock had begun to shudder in the throes of an approaching ejaculation, and then his orgasm hit him, hard.
“Keep fucking me, Jozsef,” Markus gasped. “Fuck me through it, I’m coming, too!”
Jozsef struggled manfully to comply, grunting and snorting with nervous laughter as he helped to make Markus’s orgasm even stronger by screwing him nonstop through it, even as his own lustful torment began to subside. Markus’s cock, grasped lightly in his hand, shot its thick white volleys of jism across the hairy expanse of Jozsef’s sweaty chest, and Markus’s exultant shouts of total satisfaction dissolved into gurgles and sputters, as his delirious sexual frenzy slowly died away, and his cock and ass rippled in post-orgasmic reflex.
“Jesus,” Markus groaned. “What a fuck! You’re always good, man, but this time you surpassed yourself.” He collapsed on top of Jozsef’s weary, wrung-out body, with Jozsef’s still-hard cock continuing to move slowly in and out of his asshole, as though the emptied penis had a will of its own.
The violence of their fuck gave way to satisfaction and quiet contentment. And they could now devote their undivided attention to what Dezso and Andy were doing, right there beside them on the crowded bed.
With a loud, agonized-sounding cry, Andy began to ejaculate, his fist pumping away on his prick, his semen arcing out wetly and splattering down onto Dezso’s torso and the bed, some of t
he thick white drops hitting Markus and Jozsef. Dezso had obviously been working hard to hold himself in check, waiting for Andy to come. Now, echoing Andy’s shout, Dezso unloaded, too, blasting his jism up Andy’s ass.
“So hot—so fucking hot,” Dezso moaned, as he continued to spurt inside the spasming anus.
“So good,” Andy exulted.
They lay there on the bed, locked in each other’s arms, for several minutes after they’d stopped coming together—kissing, with their arms and legs still entangled, and with Dezso’s cock still jammed far up Andy’s ass. Finally, groaning with lazy post-orgasmic pleasure, Andy eased himself off the other man’s spent phallic implement, and he slid off the bed, getting shakily to his feet beside it.
He grinned down at the other three men.
“Quite a party,” he proclaimed.
“Glad you guys are enjoying yourselves,” Markus said. “I know I am!”
“Well, we didn’t make any money off those boys,” Jozsef told Markus, when the two of them were alone together. “I knew they weren’t johns, right away. They don’t have to pay for it. As hot as they are, they could be charging for their services, themselves. Still, I had myself one hell of a good time with them. Did you?”
“Yes, very much so,” Markus agreed. “Not everything’s about money, after all.”
“True. There has to be room in life for fun. And God knows that was fun!”
Chapter Fourteen: After Hours in the Gym
The encounter with the two American bodybuilders had put certain prurient ideas into Jozsef’s head.
“I’d almost forgotten how much fun group sex can be,” he remarked to Markus, smiling. “I wouldn’t mind doing something like that again—and soon.”
“Well, we can always start making a habit of hanging out on the streets, or in the bars, looking for tourists to pick up,” Markus suggested.
Jozsef laughed. “I have something in mind which should be a little more of a sure thing than that. I’ll host a sex party myself. Nothing too extravagant. Maybe five or six guys, total.”
“Great idea. Assuming I’ll be on the guest list?”
“Of course. It wouldn’t be a party without you, Markus. And it wouldn’t really be sexy without you, either! Now, you know Otto Farkas, don’t you?”
“Sure.” Otto Farkas was a pro bodybuilder, a few years younger than Jozsef, and, like him, a seasoned veteran of the iron game. In Hungary, in bodybuilding circles, Farkas was a celebrity, as was Jozsef.
“He’s an old friend of mine. Unfortunately, he doesn’t live here in Budapest. He lives in Szeged, now. He’s going to come visit me, though, and he’ll spend a weekend. I’ll put him up at my place. You’ll have a chance to get to know him. You two ought to get along just fine. You have a lot in common.” Jozsef grinned. “Not just bodybuilding. Otto is insatiable, when it comes to sex. And so, we both know, are you.”
“Are you saying I’m a sex pig?”
“Um, at your tender age, my boy, you’re still just a sex piglet. Not an insult. A compliment.”
“Thanks—I think.”
“I don’t want to do this at my apartment. My bed’s only big enough to hold three guys at the most. Trust me, I know that from experience! I’ll close the gym a couple of hours early on the Saturday night, and announce that well ahead of time, so the members won’t be taken by surprise. Then we can fuck right there in the gym,” Jozsef said, with a salacious tone of lewd anticipation creeping into his voice. “The floor mats will be fine to have sex on. And the showers and towels will be available, right at hand. I’ll make sure we have booze and lube, and we’ll be all set. For an orgy. A muscle orgy.”
“Sounds hot. Like a porn video scenario. You know, guys working out, and then getting it on together.”
“Those fuck buddies of yours whom you’ve told me about, Markus—Arpad and Gusztav—?”
“The ones you’re jealous of?” Markus responded, without thinking.
“I am not jealous,” Jozsef protested. “If I were, I wouldn’t suggest that we invite them.”
“Okay.”
“They’re both hot guys,” Jozsef conceded, perhaps a bit grudgingly. “Invite them, will you? Now, let’s see. That makes five. I’ll run through my list of contacts and see whether I can come up with at least one more man. You’re not the only one who has adventures, you know.”
“Well, just make sure you pick a guy with a hot body and a big cock.”
Jozsef smirked. “What makes you think I’d settle for anything less?”
When Markus told them about what Jozsef had planned, both Arpad and Gusztav accepted the invitation to the gym sex party.
Markus was excited by the prospect of meeting Otto Farkas. Otto took the train from Szeged, arriving on Friday evening, and he and Jozsef met Markus for dinner at Le Salon d’Or.
Otto was a ruggedly handsome man whose physique, even when clothed, revealed the fact that he kept himself in contest shape and he was winning titles on a regular basis. He and Jozsef caught up with each other, but they took care to include Markus in the conversation.
“Believe it or not,” Jozsef said, as they got ready to leave the restaurant. “Otto and I will be sleeping together in my bed—but we’ve promised each other, no sex tonight. We need to save our energy for tomorrow night. At our age, there’re only so many bullets in the clip.”
“I tease Jozsef about being old, sometimes,” Markus admitted. “But it’s only because he and I both know it’s bullshit. He’s still in his prime, or not quite there yet—and so are you, Otto.”
Otto smiled. “Like older guys, do you?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s hope your fellow young muscle pups, the ones I’m going to meet tomorrow night, feel the same way.”
Markus flattered himself that he was a bit past mere “muscle pup” status, but he returned Otto’s smile and he said nothing.
He exchanged goodnights with the other two men. Back at his apartment, Markus was sorely tempted to masturbate. His loins were agitated. He would have been delighted to fist his prick, stroke it to orgasm, and drop a load of cum! The mere thought of participating in group sex activities with a real pro bodybuilder like Otto Farkas was getting his motor revved up. But he restrained himself, realizing that it was a good idea to save himself for the orgy. He planned to have himself one hell of a good time, and twenty-four hours of self-imposed abstinence would be a small price to pay for the wanton group-sex pleasure he anticipated.
Jozsef had suggested that the guests bring their gym gear with them on Saturday night, so that they could avail themselves of the gym’s facilities, and work out, if they wished, before the gangbang got going.
Having shooed out the lingering members at the earlier-than-usual closing time, Jozsef waited until all of his guests had arrived, and then he locked the entrance door.
He’d been coy about the extra guest whom he’d recruited. This turned out to be a baby-faced young bodybuilder, maybe twenty years old, whose name was Nikola.
Chatting with Nikola, Markus discovered that he belonged to the other gym, across town, which Jozsef owned. That explained why Markus had never seen Nikola working out on the premises where the party was taking place.
Markus found it interesting that Jozsef, who took such an interest in his sex life, had never mentioned Nikola to him. There wasn’t any doubt in Markus’s mind that Jozsef was fucking the boy. Jozsef would have had to be a eunuch, to resist the temptation to screw the perky young Nikola!
And Jozsef, that hypocrite, he gives me all sorts of grief about being promiscuous! Markus thought. When he’s been fucking, I’m sure, this pretty muscle pup, Nikola, every chance he gets? Shit! But he was amused, not annoyed. Markus’s philosophy, after all, had always been live and let live—and fuck and let fuck. He wasn’t judgmental. He was too caught up in his own absorbing sex sins, to concern himself too much with other men’s erotic peccadillos!
Jozsef, in his capacity as host, provided not only towels and
lube, but bottled beer, wine, and hard liquor, served in disposal plastic cups. It was unusual to see an improvised bar set up on the weight room floor, and Markus wondered whether it was necessarily a good idea to combine the consumption of alcohol with lifting free weights and using exercise machines. But any training being done this evening was really just a warmup, to get the bodybuilders pumped up and ready for the real workout which would come later.
While the men helped themselves to drinks, Jozsef introduced Nikola and Otto to Arpad and Gusztav.
“Impressive physiques,” Otto said, eyeing the younger bodybuilders with a connoisseur’s intense, appraising gaze.
“Coming from you, Mr. Farkas, that’s a real compliment,” Arpad murmured. Like the other amateur bodybuilders, he was a bit starstruck in the celebrity’s presence, but that didn’t prevent him from speaking to him with a characteristic boldness.
Otto smiled. “Call me Otto,” he invited. “There’s nothing I like better than to see fine specimens of young Hungarian manhood! You men seem to be a credit to the iron game. Jozsef knows that I never like to miss a workout, even when I’m traveling. I may be visiting here this weekend, but I don’t intend to slack off. Shall we pump some iron?”
“It’d be an honor,” Nikola said, taking his cue from Arpad and speaking up.
“Want to do some leg work with me, Nikola?” Otto asked. “Squats?”
“Yes!” Nikola agreed, at once. Clearly, he was bedazzled by the prospect of training with a famous muscle guy like Otto.
He and Otto took turns at the squat rack, doing deep knee bends with a barbell loaded with heavy plates resting behind the shoulders, on the upper back. While one man squatted, the other stood behind him and spotted him, ready to grab the barbell and help replace it safely on the rack, should the squatter falter. Soon, the pair were emitting grunts and deep intakes of breath as they exerted themselves—grunts and heavy breathing which seemed to be a preview of the sounds of sex, still to come.
Jozsef was sipping a drink and observing Otto and Nikola at work, when Markus joined him.
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