“I prefer a muscle pup with spunk,” Otto retorted. “Provided he’s willing to spurt it for me, on command, after I’ve turned him into my submissive little bitch!”
Not really listening to the two men’s’ discussion, Gusztav was bouncing away merrily on top of Arpad, the force of an impending orgasm gathering strength within his urgently throbbing penis. He couldn’t hold his cum in much longer. He would simply have to let the hot seed burst out of his pulsating prick and bury itself deep in the well-plowed furrow of Arpad’s ass.
The young blond stud began to fuck Arpad more rapidly, his strokes getting shorter, sharper. His climax was upon him. And then he was coming, in a long, foaming tidal wave of blissful erotic release. His weight remained pressed down on Arpad’s upturned buttocks, his spurting phallus jammed as far as he could possibly get it into Arpad’s hole.
Arpad howled when the swollen tool spewed out its load of cum, filling his anal passage to capacity. Pushing his own stiff prick against the side of the bench across which he lay sprawled, he managed to shoot his own load, soaking the leather covering and the floor under the bench with the liquid proof of his violent climax.
Chapter Eighteen: A Muscle Marathon
For a while, both men lay gasping on the bench, until Gusztav dragged his trembling phallic weapon out from between Arpad’s twitching ass cheeks and he went to retrieve his scattered gym clothes and pull them on. Having second thoughts about getting fully dressed, he wriggled into his jockstrap, and he wore that alone.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” Arpad asked.
“No. But I think I’ve had enough sex for one night. While I’m here, I may as well work out—legitimately, I mean, with the weights,” Gusztav explained, with a laugh.
“Aw, come on, dude. The party’s just getting started,” Arpad insisted. But, ignoring all of the frantic sexual activity which was still going on in the gym all around him, the single-minded, stoical Gusztav went over to the squat rack. There, nude except for the athletic supporter, he balanced a heavily-laden barbell across his shoulders, and he began to perform a set of full squats.
Arpad sat down nude on the bench to catch his breath, and he looked around, casually, to see what some of the other guys were doing. A couple of them, fucked out, were simply resting, lying on the floor mats where they’d collapsed after coming.
Otto, however, had definitely gotten his second wind. Or maybe his third or fourth! Once again, the man from Szeged seemed insatiable. Was there something in the water there? He stood with his back to the large mirrors on the weight room’s walls, so that his big body was reflected in them from behind. His cock was fully erect again, and Arpad wasn’t too surprised to see that Markus, that indefatigable young muscle slut, was on his knees in front of him, stuffing Otto’s meaty phallic sausage into his mouth.
Arpad felt a slight twinge of jealousy, when he saw Markus playing the muscle whore with the guest from out of town—but he immediately forgot about it, when he saw how sexy his buddy looked, blowing the herculean pro bodybuilder. Markus’s hot mouth looked extremely skilled and lewd as it massaged the hard flesh of the tall, massively built older man’s cock. But what next caught Arpad’s attention was Nikola. He had found a bottle of baby oil, which somebody had left lying about in the gym, and he was smearing his lean, hard body with the oil.
When he was fully greased, his skin gleamed in the strong light which poured down from the ceiling fixtures. He approached Otto and Markus, while Markus went right on sucking the visitor from Szeged, who groaned with pleasure when Nikola began to run his hands all over his body.
The three naked men were soon all glistening with oil and sweat. After Markus reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Otto’s thick, hard cock, Nikola drew both of the other two guys down onto one of the rubber exercise mats spread out over the floor nearby.
It was a sensuous experience all in itself, just to sit there and observe the three men making love, Arpad realized. Better than jacking off while watching a porn video!
Nikola mounted Otto first, while Markus knelt at Otto’s head. While Nikola worked his oiled prick between Otto’s gleaming ass cheeks, Markus thrust his semen-dripping cock into the mature, hard-bodied stud’s open, eager mouth.
“Suck me, Otto—please,” Markus asked, minding his manners and showing proper respect for the pro bodybuilder.
“Ah—yeah—and may I fuck you, Otto?” Nikola inquired, a bit belatedly.
The famous muscle man emitted two muffled grunts in rapid succession, which the younger, amateur bodybuilders interpreted, correctly, as assent.
When Otto felt Nikola’s prick part his butt cheeks and lunge deep into his anus, he growled with delight and he leaned forward on the mat, taking more of Markus’s hot, oily dick into his greedily sucking mouth, paying the young stud back for the oral pleasure which Markus had given him only a few minutes previously.
The three men then fell silent except for heaving breathing and the occasional moan, while they sucked and fucked, each participant lost in his own private world of physical pleasure. Sandwiched between the two other men, Otto took cock fore and aft. It had been some time since Arpad had witnessed anything as arousing as this—three good-looking, fantastically well-built and well-hung muscle men working away on one another, venting their lust, sharing their bodies, their sexuality, with such uninhibited, lusty relish.
Otto felt Nikola’s prick jackhammering faster inside him, pistoning harder and deeper into his asshole—and then Nikola froze as though in shock. He was getting ready to come! Wildly aroused, Otto licked his tongue up and down the underside of Markus’s meaty prick, and then he went all the way down on it, swallowing the thick glans down into his throat, loving the feel and the taste of the other man’s manhood.
Nikola groaned with pleasure and he began a series of rapid humping movements, and Otto could feel his hot jism squirting up into his ass. The young muscle stud was full of cum, which he unloaded inside Otto’s rectum in astonishing quantities, really rinsing out his anal depths.
Being bred like that felt wonderful, and Otto, who was no newcomer to group sex parties, knew it was going to be his turn to come next. He knew that they would then swap positions, sucking and fucking some more, until there wasn’t a drop of sap left in any of their bodies. Ever since he had started planning this visit to Budapest, this reunion with his fuck buddy Jozsef, Otto had hoped for a sexual marathon like this, a total plunge into hedonism which would leave him wholly satisfied, indeed worn out. Jozsef knew Otto’s tastes. And the gym owner hadn’t disappointed him! Otto would have been satisfied had Jozsef provided him with two fresh young muscle studs. Instead, his friend had supplied him with no fewer than four!
Nikola, having shot his cum in Otto’s butt, rolled off him, and Markus, without taking his cock out of Otto’s mouth, moved over so that he could straddle the older stud’s huge barrel chest and fuck his face even more forcefully. Otto grabbed Markus’s buttocks to hold him down, with Markus’s crotch pressed right against his face, and he recklessly jammed every inch of Markus’s prick into his mouth and down his throat. In his reckless haste to deep-throat Markus, Otto gagged on the choking bulk he’d swallowed. But, manfully, he held on, refusing to relinquish so much as an inch of the thick shaft.
A few fast, hot sucks, a few quick swirls of his tongue, and Otto got what he wanted—helplessly, Markus spewed his hot, salty fuck juice into his mouth, and it was all Otto could do to swallow the creamy torrent fast enough to contain it all.
Then, it was Nikola’s turn to get on the mat on his hands and knees, between the other two men, with Markus behind him and Otto up front.
Nikola grinned slyly at Arpad, who was still watching the three men from the sidelines, while Markus drove his prick into the hot young muscle pup’s perky stud ass. It was amazing—Markus had stayed quite hard, even though he’d just come like crazy, feeding Otto his full load.
As for Nikola, he may have started out the evening as a shy, comparativ
ely inexperienced young gay guy. Now, though, he was behaving like one of the hottest muscle whores in Budapest!
“Ah, you’re fucking me real good, big guy!” Nikola gloated. “Take me! Take me! Use my hole!”
Shit! Arpad told himself. These dudes are every bit as oversexed as I am! It’s got to have something to do with us being naked and erect in here together, all of us at the mercy of our raging hormones—!
While Markus began thrusting his fuck tool deep into Nikola’s ass, Otto moved in closer and he angled his prick into Nikola’s open, slavering mouth.
Arpad happened to look up, to see Jozsef—looking at him, not at the three-way action, as though he was curious and he wanted to gauge Arpad’s reaction.
“It looks like we’re showing my friend Otto a good time,” Jozsef remarked, pleasantly, as though he and Arpad were old friends, who could joke around with each other.
“We’re all doing our best,” Arpad said, warily. He was well aware that Jozsef was Markus’s mentor. And that, furthermore, Jozsef could be jealous and possessive of Markus, resenting the fact that the younger guy had other fuck buddies. Markus had confided in Arpad about the complicated nuances of his relationship with Jozsef.
But this evening, though, Jozsef seemed to be in a tolerant, conciliatory mood, either because he wanted to be a gracious host, or because he was being sexually satisfied himself, or both.
“And don’t think I don’t appreciate it, Arpad. I know you and Markus are tight,” Jozsef said. “But that’s no reason why you and I shouldn’t be friends.”
“Yeah, I agree. I’d like that.” For once, Arpad spoke sincerely.
“Excellent! Well, you can start right now. By helping me to keep my guests happy, tonight. This party doesn’t show any signs of winding down, not yet, does it? You’re young. Have yourself a good time. Mingle. Get over there, join those men on the mat. Turn that threesome into a quartet!”
Having said that, Jozsef turned to Gusztav. “And you, my beautiful young blond friend! You can work on your frigging muscles, pump them up, some other time. Right now, boy, I need you to work on me. Get your ass over here, good-looking. Lose the jock. One of us is going to fuck the other! We’ll wrestle for it. The loser gets fucked. This is the iron game, men,” the pro bodybuilder declared. “It’s serious business! There’s no room for slacking off, here. We can never get enough hard training. And when there’s a job to be done, including a gym buddy’s sex needs which need to be taken care of, we do it.”
Up until now, the evening hadn’t exactly been a stodgy, inhibited affair. But what followed was a real orgy, an exercise in sexual excess.
Markus and Arpad remembered, at one point, Otto lying on his back, with his legs raised. He’d commandeered Gusztav’s sweaty, grimy jockstrap, which he clutched in his fist and held against his face, sniffing it. “Fuck me, fuck me,” the oversexed physique champion chanted, while he inhaled the ripe aroma of the well-used athletic supporter. “All four of you goddamn studs, come here, get your dicks in my ass! One of you screw me, right after the other. You, too, Jozsef,” he told his friend, the gym owner who was hosting this orgiastic extravaganza in his workout facility. “God damn you, buddy, you promised me that when I came to visit you here in Budapest, you’d treat me to some prime muscle cock! I guess I’m going to get it. But I want your dick in my ass, too, old buddy! Fuck me, for old times’ sake! Come on, Jozsef! Show these boys how it’s done! Pound my hole! Cock!” Otto demanded, in a frenzy. “I want some hot, hard, Hungarian muscle dick! In my ass! Fucking my ass!”
The horny guy got his wish.
“Fuck me!” Otto screamed. “For the honor of Hungary! Magyar muscle, that’s what you’ve got, and that’s what I want. Magyar cock—in my ass! Come on, you muscle men! Prove to me that we Hungarian bodybuilders are the hottest, horniest, dirtiest muscle fucks in Europe! No—in the world. Fuck me. Fuck my hole!”
Only the insertion of a hot, hard cock in his mouth, to go along with the prick simultaneously shoved up his ass, prevented Otto from repeating “Fuck me!” and variations of the demand.
Hours later that night, after the men finally called it quits and the party broke up, Markus and Arpad left the gym. They went to Markus’s apartment. There, they lay in Markus’s bed together, well and truly fucked out, recuperating from their extreme exotic exertions in the quiet, darkened bedroom.
“Uh—is it still Sunday morning?” Arpad asked.
“Yeah. Very early on Sunday morning,” Markus told him, after looking at the digital display of the alarm clock on the nightstand beside his bed.
“So we survived that gangbang? For a moment, I thought we’d died and gone to a chaste heaven where we wouldn’t be tempted to suck and fuck ourselves to the point of exhaustion.”
“No such luck, I’m afraid,” Markus said.
“I thought that dude Otto would never get enough cock to satisfy him. And Jozsef, that horny bastard, was right there alongside him, wanting cock, cock, and more cock! At their age, Jesus, you’d think those guys would be a hell of a less horny! Downright indecent, I call it. Anyway, we were right behind them, sex act for sex act, orgasm for orgasm. Disgusting! Now I know the real meaning of the expression ‘fucked out,’ buddy,” Arpad whispered. “Do you?”
“I’m afraid so,” Markus responded, wearily. “I’m limp. Wrung out. All over, not just my prick. But especially down there. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get my cock hard again!”
“Oh, you will,” Arpad assured him. “I may have to help you, man, but you’ll rise again. The resurrection of the flesh. And soon! Wait and see.”
“I’m going to hold you to that, buddy.”
“Tomorrow—we’ll try to revive you, sometime tomorrow. Using any means necessary! Meanwhile, let’s get some sleep,” Arpad urged. “God knows I need it! Goodnight.”
“Yeah—goodnight.”
Markus felt content, as he drifted off to sleep.
Life as an in-demand young muscle stud wasn’t so bad, after all, he concluded. And it was certainly full of surprises! To say nothing of manly pleasures. He’d certainly had his fill of those, that evening! He’d glutted himself on hard, hot muscle and cock. He’d behaved like a dirty sex pig, indulging himself without limits, without shame. Wallowing in vice!
But he didn’t regret one damn bit of it! On the contrary, he exulted in his depravity.
And now he had Arpad, his special gym buddy, his partner in erotic excess, in bed with him, lying beside him.
A happy man, Markus slept.
Chapter Nineteen: More Than Just Gym Buddies?
The sex party had been a great success. But it had one unexpected effect. Oddly enough, after that Saturday night’s activities, and excesses, Markus felt closer to Arpad than ever.
Markus was self-aware enough, sufficiently honest with himself, to admit that he was promiscuous by nature. He liked to have a variety of sexual experiences, and sex partners.
Still, he’d always made a distinction between two basic categories of men. There were guys he was fond of—often very fond of. Markus considered them friends, with whom he had sex.
Then there were his casual hookups, often fleeting, including one-night stands. These men served their purpose as momentary diversions, and Markus was extremely grateful for them.
He’d discovered that Arpad felt much the same way. Arpad enjoyed recreational sex as much as Markus did. Arpad had thrown himself wholeheartedly into the sex party which Jozsef had hosted. But Arpad valued friendship, too.
But now Markus had begun to think he needed to create a third category, reserved for certain men—one in particular—whom he thought of as quite special.
Markus and Arpad were in bed together, one morning, after a night of intense, hot, sweaty lovemaking.
They’d both been exceptionally revved up, even by their standards, and as a result the sex had gotten kind of wild.
“I want you to fuck me,” Arpad announced, at one point.
As usual, M
arkus’s heart pounded faster, at the mere thought of possessing Arpad’s butch ass.
“No kidding?” he gasped.
“I don’t kid around, not when it comes to sex,” Arpad declared, matter-of-factly. “This is your lucky night. I’m in the mood to get fucked.”
He repositioned himself on the bed, on his hands and knees on the mattress, with his hands gripping the top of the headboard to stabilize himself.
“We don’t need any lube,” he announced. “Just shove it in me—dry and raw. I can take it. You’ll see.”
Markus thought he was in muscle sex heaven. His musclebro was asking him to fuck him, and he’d soon have his cock buried in that tight, virile manhole.
“Go in slow at first, though,” Arpad coached him.
Markus roused himself from his stupor. That beautiful male ass was there, bared to him, waiting for him. What the hell was he waiting for?
He was leaking so much pre-cum from his piss slit that he made good use of the discharge, pressing it into service as a natural lubricant, gathering it in the palm of his hand and smearing it all over his bloated, throbbing glans. He nudged his wet prickhead between Arpad’s buttocks, against the puckered entrance to his anus. Arpad pushed his behind backward into Markus’s groin, mutely urging him to penetrate him.
Eagerly, Markus did so, violating the other young man’s yielding sphincter. While he drove his dick into Arpad’s ass, he also reached around and grasped Arpad’s prick in his hand, which he closed in a snug fist around the swollen prong. He shoved his cock deeper into the other stud’s ass. God, he was tight! Tight and hot! Markus rammed himself, roughly, the rest of the way inside that provoking hole, and Arpad tensed and let out a yelp as he accepted the phallic invader.
“That’s a big dick!” he cried. “I’d forgotten just how big it is.”
“That’s a hot ass!” Markus responded. “But I’ve remembered exactly how hot it is, buddy!”
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