Musclebros

by Emeric Varady

  Otto lay on top of him for a moment, panting, and then, after unceremoniously yanking his spent prick out of Markus’s butt, he got up. Markus rolled over on the couch, grimacing with lingering anal discomfort. The pro bodybuilder was standing over him, looking down at him, staring, a look of triumph in his eyes, of pure animal satisfaction, of sexual conquest.

  “What’s the matter, boy? Did it hurt?” he asked, in a jeering tone of voice.

  “Yes, it did, as a matter of fact. You’re hung like a pile driver, and you really fucked me hard.”

  “Tough shit, kid! You’re going to have to man up and learn to take it, if you want to get men like me satisfied.” Otto shook his head. “Move. Let me see the couch cushion.” Mystified, Markus rolled to one side, and Otto examined the leather upholstery upon which he’d been lying. “No cum stains, huh? You didn’t come, did you? You didn’t shoot when I did?”

  “No, I didn’t. How the hell could I? You didn’t give me a chance.”

  “Listen,” Otto scoffed. “I did you a big favor when I plowed your ass. Got you well warmed up, for the other guys out there to fuck. But if you really want to unload—”

  “I do. My balls ache.”

  “Well, take care of your business now. Beat off.”

  Markus hesitated. He supposed he’d be able to ejaculate more than once, before the sex party was over. Still, it was early in the evening—!

  “You heard me, boy,” the impatient Otto said. “Beat your fucking meat. Make yourself shoot. I want to see you come. Do it! And goddamn it, boy, when I tell one of you muscle pups what to do, I expect obedience. Nothing short of blind, instant, total obedience. Jerk yourself! Make yourself come. And be quick about it. I’d better see that cum fly out soon, boy, or else—!”

  Markus lay on his back on the couch, spread his legs wide, took his stiff, unsatisfied cock in his fist and began to stroke it—slowly and self-consciously at first, but then with mounting intensity.

  “That’s right, muscle boy,” Otto coaxed him, his voice now sounding oddly silky and seductive. “Play with yourself, the way you do when you’re alone in your own bed at home, thinking about all the hot guys at the gym you want to have sex with. Guys like me, and your buddies out there, waiting for us. Beat that goddamn big piece of meat! Like a stud doing a solo in a porn video,” he gasped, as he climbed up onto the bed, straddling Markus’s head with his sturdy thighs. “Do it the way they do it in those dirty videos.”

  Otto quickly pushed his groin down against Markus’s face, squeezing his thigh muscles together on either side of Markus’s head to trap him between his legs. In this position, Otto’s big, hairy balls fell heavily on top of Markus’s open, panting mouth. With one hand, Otto reached down and stuffed his testicles inside Markus’s mouth. With the other, he seized his prick and masturbated it frantically back into full erection.

  “Suck, boy!” he grunted, hoarsely. “Fucking tea bag me! Suck my balls! Get your fucking tongue busy on them. Lick the motherfuckers!”

  Markus obeyed, and he heard Otto groan with pleasure above him.

  “Now play with your asshole, too, boy,” Otto instructed him. “Put your fingers in your asshole and fuck yourself with them while you jerk off. Get in there deep. I want you to remember how good my dick felt in there, and how hard it fucked you, and how it made you shoot off all over yourself.”

  The lewd act didn’t take long to reach its conclusion. After a few frenzied minutes of ball-sucking, finger-fucking, and masturbation, Markus felt his cock spasm in the throes of a violent ejaculation, and it sprayed his warm, wet jism all over his belly and chest. A moment later, moaning with raw excitement, Otto joined him in orgasm, depositing a second load of his own sperm onto Markus’s writhing torso.

  The huge muscle man stood up, gasping, and he slapped Markus on the butt. “Good job, kid. You’re not so bad, after all, as a muscle pup like you goes. I’ve had worse. Dumbass pumped-up punks, who didn’t know that their dicks were good for anything other than pissing, and their asses were good for anything but shitting, until I taught them different.” Otto spoke with relish, as though he was lost in nostalgic reminiscences. “Now, let’s go see what the other guys are up to.”

  Chapter Seventeen: A Floor Show

  Back in the weight room, Markus helped himself to a beer, to quench his thirst, and to one of the towels, which he used to wipe the perspiration from his body.

  Arpad joined him. “Looks like you and Otto had yourselves a workout,” he remarked.

  “I know I worked up a real sweat,” Markus replied.

  “How was he?”

  “Different,” was Markus’s evasive answer. “I’ll tell you all about it later.”

  “But did you enjoy it?”

  “In a perverse kind of way, yeah.” Markus embraced and kissed his buddy. “You’re still my favorite, though. Well—one of my favorites.” It wouldn’t do for him to let Arpad develop a swelled head.

  “I’d better still be on your short list,” Arpad warned, playfully. “Fucker, I’m willing to share you with other guys. But you’d better always come back to me. When you get tired of second and third best, and you remember what the real thing can be like.”

  “I will. I promise. I swear! Now, what did I see you and Nikola doing, before?” Markus inquired. “You were jerking him off and he was diddling your ass, as I recall. Something like this—?” As he spoke, Markus guided Arpad’s hand to his cock, and with his other hand, he attacked Arpad’s anal cleft.

  “Easy,” Arpad groaned. “Don’t get me too worked up too fast. That hair trigger of mine, remember. While you and the big guy were off doing your thing together—whatever it was—I kept busy playing around with all these other guys. They kept edging me, and I edged myself. Every time I got close to coming, I forced myself to hold off.”

  “I’ll finger-fuck you nice and slow,” Markus promised.

  They toyed with each other, often pressing their lips together in impassioned, open-mouthed, tonguing kisses as they did so.

  Hearing unusually loud moans coming from the other four men, Arpad turned his head to look at them.

  In front of where he and Markus were standing, Jozsef and Gusztav, and Otto and Nikola, had gotten down onto one of floor mats. Lying there on their sides, they had merged themselves into a sort of interlocked lineup of lust. They’d formed an anal intercourse row. Jozsef, the powerfully built mature pro bodybuilder, lay at one end, and Gusztav was right behind him, forcing his jerking prick hard up into the bearded stud’s squirming asshole.

  Behind Gusztav, Nikola had settled down, resting one hip, and he’d stuffed his cock halfway up inside Gusztav’s cheeky butt—while Otto had positioned himself on the mat behind Nikola. Otto’s lust had only been whetted by his tryst in the office with Markus, and he ready to fuck again, with Nikola the object of his desire this time. Otto was having a little trouble getting his huge prick to fit inside the groaning youngster’s tiny asshole. Arpad saw him pull his rampant phallus out from between Nikola’s buttocks and, spitting on his hand, cover his fiery cockhead with the saliva before reinserting it between the quaking ass cheeks.

  This time, the monster cock sank into its target much more easily, and, with a loud groan of pleasure, Otto penetrated the younger guy’s tender anus inch by inch, until the whole awesome length of his dick had disappeared between Nikola’s buttocks.

  “That’s right, men,” Jozsef instructed his three partners. “Keep those hot bodies jammed together, nice and tight. Keep those dicks shoved up those holes! Fuck! Fuck, you horny muscle bastards! Fuck!”

  Arpad, seeing the other guys locked in their group fuck in front of him, swayed his pelvis back and forth even faster, frantically massaging Markus’s prick in his hand, and fucking himself on the fingers which his buddy had inserted in his butthole.

  “Aw, Christ, Markus! I’m afraid I’m going to shoot, man! Damn!” Arpad cried.

  Immediately, Markus let go of Arpad’s cock and he also pulled his finger
s from between the other bodybuilder’s buttocks.

  “Not yet, you horny fucker—make it last,” the impassioned bodybuilder coached his buddy. “Don’t shoot yet! Let’s go and join the others. Come on, buddy. Let’s get in line!”

  “That’s right, Markus, Arpad,” Otto jeered. “We can all see you two are lovebirds! But break it up. Share the wealth with the rest of us. Come here! On the double!”

  Markus seized Arpad’s hand, which was slippery with sweat, and led him over to the four men who were thrashing away together on the mat. He paused in front of Jozsef, who was heading the human chain, and Markus, kneeling down, reached out and fondled his older friend’s balls for a moment. Jozsef threw his arm up, grabbed Markus, and kissed him.

  “Want to fuck me?” Markus volunteered. “Otto just did. He said he’d get my ass warmed up and ready to take on another cock, and he was right.”

  “I’d love to screw you, baby, but not now. I know from past experience that fucking and being fucked at the same time is too damn much for me! It makes me come right away. No, go to the back of the row, you and your sexy buddy. One of you shove your dick up Otto’s ass. And I’ll catch up with you later.”

  Dutifully, continuing along to the end of the supine lineup, Markus stationed Arpad behind Otto’s pumping ass cheeks while the muscle man from Szeged fucked away at Nikola’s backside.

  “Come on, Arpad, push that big cock of yours up the stud’s ass, and I’ll give you a good fucking while you screw him,” Markus breathed, in a hoarse voice.

  This sounded good to both Arpad and Otto, and Arpad moaned when Markus stretched out on the mat behind him and he felt his friend’s squat, dripping-wet ramrod press hard into his anus. At the same time, Markus had put his arms around Arpad’s midsection, and, taking hold of his cock, he was helping to push it home into Otto’s butch asshole. But the stalwart young bodybuilder’s penis was too big to fit in there comfortably, and eventually Arpad resorted to the same solution which Otto had used with the guy whom he was now fucking.

  Spitting onto his palm, Arpad rubbed the saliva onto his pulsating prickhead and jammed it viciously forward and upward. Otto, who was just preparing to make another thrust deep into Nikola, gave a yelp when his own asshole was impaled all the way upon Arpad’s potent fuck tool.

  “You goddamn big-dicked muscle pup,” Otto gasped. “Go ahead and fuck me, you horny son of a bitch, but for Christ’s sake, don’t rip me apart!”

  “Oh, nice mouth, man!” Arpad complained. “Nice way to talk. When I’ve never shown anything but the utmost respect for you,” he added, ironically. “Why, I used to jerk off over your photos in the muscle magazines, when I was just a kid. Years ago—you know, when you were still—ah, young?”

  “Shit, boy! Think I’m old and past it, do you? I’ll show you otherwise. Listen, you young whelp, I was pumping iron back when you were just a squirt of your daddy’s semen that found a home! This is a hell of a way to treat another iron pumper,” Otto griped. “We’re all in this gangbang together. We need to work together—!”

  “Yes, sir,” the hard-breathing, perspiring Arpad agreed. “And right now we’re working together to get your ass fucked, aren’t we?”

  “I wish I had two dicks, one to ram up your butt and the other to stick in your mouth and shut you up! Damn it, that’s some big cock you’re shoving up my ass! Well—now that you’re in there—you might as well go all the way. Go ahead and fuck me, muscle boy, if you think that big pecker of yours can do the job!”

  “I’m sure it can!” Arpad bragged.

  “Don’t be so hard on the lad, Otto,” Jozsef told Otto. “He’s doing his best to please you, I’m sure. Now, let’s fuck, men! Fuck! All together, now! Get those cocks in those butts, you guys! Fuck! Fuck some hot Hungarian muscle ass! And you can all shoot off whenever you’re ready.”

  Laughing breathlessly, Arpad took hold of Otto’s hips and he began to push his dick deep into the older stud’s rectum. While he did so, Arpad felt Markus’s cock press roughly against his own anus—and then, with a rush, it entered up into his backside, taking his breath away. But it wasn’t long before Arpad got into the rhythm of the anal conga line, and once again he felt the seed rising in his loins while he fucked away mindlessly at the hot ass in front of him, also enjoying Markus’s no-nonsense fuck tool pumping away inside his own rear end.

  All six men continued to sway back and forth in a panting, grunting row. Arpad could feel Markus’s incredible body pressing into his back, the hard pec muscles and nipples rubbing into his shoulder blades, while Markus rotated his pelvis in an effort to force even more of his dick inside his asshole.

  It was Jozsef, up at the front of the line with nobody to fuck, who started to shoot first. While Gusztav pumped the big pro physique star’s butt, he had also been masturbating him, and Jozsef couldn’t control himself any longer. With a loud cry, he suddenly spewed a stream of creamy semen through the air and let it spatter onto the gym floor in front of his feet.

  That was a signal for the rest of the men to feel free to unload, to fire at will, as they’d been invited to, and Otto’s hot ass began to gyrate rapidly around the shaft of Arpad’s near-bursting prick. Markus began to fuck Arpad harder and faster, and Arpad squeezed his buttocks and his sphincter muscle tightly closed around the fuck tool which was plowing his ass, enjoying it to the utmost. The conga line was going wild now. One by one, the naked athletes blasted their loads up each other’s assholes, like so many sticks of dynamite going off in succession!

  Finally, it was Arpad’s turn to come. Slumping against Otto sweaty back, he began to shoot, helplessly, filling the pro bodybuilder’s quivering manhole with his cum. As though from a long distance, he heard Markus’s sultry voice behind him. “Oh, I’m coming, men, I’m coming!” Markus said. Still firing his wads into Otto’s butt, Arpad kept his own firm young ass cheeks squeezed together while Markus’s cock exploded deep inside him, filling his anus with semen.

  It seemed to Arpad’s pleasure-drugged mind that an eternity went by while he emptied his orgasm into Otto’s wriggling bottom. He didn’t know exactly how long he remained lying there on the mat as part of the hot row of heaving, sweating bodies, with his own cum ejaculating inside Otto. He felt convinced that he could go on coming forever. Finally, though, he did release a last sluggish spurt of fuck fluid into Otto’s thoroughly-fucked ass.

  He got really shameless then, breaking away from the chain and flinging himself belly down over a pressing bench, with his legs spread and his ass thrust up into the air. He reached behind himself, grasped his ass cheeks with both hands, and yanked them obscenely wide open, exposing the hairy, sweaty cleft between them, and revealing a trickle of Markus’s semen, emerging slowly out of his sore, chafed-looking anal pucker.

  “Do any of you guys want to fuck me?” Arpad demanded.

  Several of them laughed at his horniness, and Arpad was grateful when Gusztav immediately rose to the challenge. Arpad really liked Gusztav’s sleek, pale-skinned body and hot stud cock!

  Eagerly, Gusztav rimmed Arpad first, sucking Markus’s cum out of his ass, priming the hole with his talented, tireless tongue. Then, with both men gasping for breath, he plunged his hand down between Arpad’s spread legs and grasped his huge prick, which was still stiff and throbbing, pressed downward against the edge of the padded bench. While he played with Arpad’s prick and balls, Gusztav took his own swollen, ass-hungry cock in his other hand and fondled it back into full, ready erection.

  Taking his hand from between Arpad’s legs, Gusztav spat vigorously onto his palm, and he rubbed the saliva all over his dark pink, glistening cockhead. Inserting his overloaded male organ between Arpad’s ass cheeks, he quickly located the familiar entry point and, shoving forward, he sank a good half of the length of his fuck tool inside the other bodybuilder.

  Arpad clawed at the bench with both hands to steady himself when the first half of Gusztav’s cockshaft split his anus, but he was given no respite, nor did he
really want any. With another quick forward jab, Gusztav didn’t stop penetrating him until his large, swinging balls rested against Arpad’s buttocks. Lying directly on top of the other young man, the blond stud began to screw him, all the while reaching around to tweak Arpad’s hot, sensitive nipples with his fingers.

  “Ah! Now you’ve got my cock in your ass, Arpad,” Gusztav announced. “How do you like it?”

  “Just fine,” Arpad confirmed.

  “Am I screwing you the way you like it?”

  “No, you bastard,” Arpad grunted. “I’m sure you can do a lot better than this! Fuck me harder! Faster! Hotter! Come on, tear up my hole, you son of a bitch! Hurt me—oh, hurt me with that big cock!” he begged.

  Manfully, Gusztav strove to satisfy him, pounding his ass without mercy.

  “Yeah, bitch, that’s more like it,” Arpad gasped. “Go on. Fuck that hole!”

  The other men were watching, of course, which only got Arpad hotter. When Gusztav’s rock-hard rammer began to punish his ass with long, hard strokes, Arpad let out groan upon groan of desperate excitement. His own prick, angled downward and compressed against the edge of the padded bench, received a certain amount of friction each time Gusztav’s hard-muscled body descended onto his exposed ass cheeks to drive his dick home between them. It was more than enough to make the hot sperm rise in Arpad’s groin, and soon Arpad was grunting away and squirming his bottom under his fucker in the throes of raw sexual need.

  “Fuck him, kid!” Jozsef shouted. “That’s the way, my boy! That’s how to take care of one of your gym buddies, that’s how to satisfy his ass!”

  “Yeah, fuck him, Gusztav!” Otto yelled, wildly aroused by what he was witnessing. “Fuck his hole! That Arpad’s an arrogant bastard. Maybe you can fuck some of the smartass out of his! God knows I’d like to.”

  Jozsef chuckled. “Knowing you as I do, Otto, I’m sure you’ll get around to that before we’re done tonight. But I like a muscle pup with spirit, myself.”