Bisexual Bodybuilders Vol 2

by Emeric Varady

  “You do like to have your cock sucked, don’t you?” the man demanded bluntly, eagerly, pressing his advantage. “Sure you do! I’ll do it for you, kid. I’ll suck you dry! You’ll love it. I’ve been told I’ve got the best mouth in town. That movie got me so hot I’m just dying to have a big dick in my mouth. So what do you say, stud? Are you going to get me suck you off? Are you going to let me have your cum?”

  He took a step closer to Istvan, almost touching his crotch with one shaking, outstretched hand.

  “I’ll make it worth your while, stud,” he promised, his breath hot and moist against Istvan’s face. “I’ll pay you. How about that? Will you let me blow you if I slip you some cash? Ten thousand forints.” [Translator’s note: approximately thirty-four US dollars.] “Isn’t it worth ten thousand forints to you to let me blow you? I’ll do a real good, hot job on you, I swear to God! Come on, what do you say? Don’t you want to make yourself some fast, easy money—and get your rocks off at the same time? Sure you do. Jesus—a big, pumped up young muscle stud, like you—you must have your balls filled just about to busting with cum! I’ll suck it right out of you, I swear. I’ll suck you dry!”

  “You’re disgusting,” Istvan spat. “Get the hell away from me, before I beat the shit out of you.”

  “Oh, yeah,” the man moaned, ecstatically. “You can slap me around, all you want. You can beat me, hurt me. As long as you let me suck your dick and swallow your cum! Please! Oh, please let me blow you, you rough young brute!”

  Increasingly wild, reckless thoughts flashed through Istvan’s mind.

  Porn … that Mezey dude, whom Bob was so stuck on, was a porn performer, who supposedly had sex in his videos with both men and women. And he was also reputed to be a so-called “escort,” a fancy term for a male prostitute. Getting sucked off in exchange for money … the idea was revolting, and yet, perversely, Istvan also found it strangely exciting. And he’d come out this evening looking for sex, hadn’t he? And his persistent admirer, who was revealing himself to be quite the submissive masochist, wasn’t exactly repulsive.

  “All right,” Istvan muttered. “You can suck on my dick, if you really want it so bad. But I want that money.”

  As though in a daze, Istvan allowed the guy to lead him down the street, around a corner, and into a narrow dark alley, where his car was parked. It was a late-model sedan, recently washed and waxed. The leather upholstery looked and smelled almost new when the man unlocked the doors, and Istvan opened the door on the passenger side. Istvan slid into the passenger seat, breathing hard.

  He wasn’t prepared for what happened next. He’d assumed that they’d make small talk for at least a minute or two, before getting down to the sordid business at hand. But the other man had Istvan’s jeans unbuttoned at the waistband and his fly yanked down all the way, even before Istvan had a chance to close the car door on his side!

  Istvan gasped and squirmed in the seat when the guy who’d picked him up reached deftly between his widespread legs and touched his turgid cock flesh, cupping his balls and the heavy shaft of his erect dick in his sweaty palm, and giving the genitals a covetous squeeze.

  “God, it’s so big, so beautiful! So hard!” he moaned.

  His head dropped instantly. His warm wet lips wrapped themselves greedily around the thick penis he had clasped in his hand. He took all of it into his mouth. His fingers groped at the hairy sac of testicles beneath the cock as he sucked it, working the nuts gently and slowly up to his mouth and pulling them, too, inside his lips.

  His tongue seemed to spring into action the instant it tasted Istvan’s balls. He licked at them furiously, pushing them from side to side in his mouth, washing them with his spit, juggling them up and down with his remarkably strong, agile tongue.

  In just a few minutes, Istvan’s prick had swollen so hard that the guy was choking on its bulk, and he had to let the young man’s balls slip from his mouth to make room. He sucked on the turgid dick for a few moments longer, but then he pulled his mouth up, smacking his lips and drooling saliva over the head of Istvan’s throbbing penis.

  “Why’d you stop?” Istvan asked. “You brought me here to suck my cock, didn’t you? So suck it, goddamn you! Get back down there and suck my cock!”

  “Wait a minute.” His pickup leaned over farther and opened the glove compartment. He pulled out a small flashlight and switched it on. The bright beam of light glared down on Istvan’s exposed and saliva-slickened genitals.

  “What the hell’s that for?” Istvan demanded.

  “Hold it in your hand. Aim it at your dick. Shine it down there while I suck you. I want to see your dick going in and out of my mouth while I blow you. I’d turn on the overhead light, but I don’t want to risk it. Somebody might walk past on the street and see it from there.”

  Istvan shook his head in disbelief, but he did as the man asked. He aimed the light low, shielding it with his other hand so it couldn’t be seen from the street, but creating a pool of light on his crotch which was bright enough to throw the blow job into shocking, lurid relief when he looked down and watched the man grab his dick again, holding it at the base with his encircling thumb and forefinger.

  The man’s tongue slid out of his mouth with a slow, lascivious dexterity, and it licked Istvan’s glistening cockhead. It then rubbed its way wetly up and down the shaft, until the young man’s prick was painfully hard and throbbing with a frantic need to be sucked.

  “Quit fucking around. Suck it!” Istvan grunted, impatiently.

  He didn’t wait for compliance. He pushed down on the man’s head and his meat slipped easily into the guy’s open mouth. Istvan closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the car seat, exulting in the erotic thrills shooting like fireworks through his flesh. The cocksucker’s lips and tongue moved on his fuck tool in steady, slippery strokes.

  Istvan gasped with delight as that hot tongue worked on him, licking and teasing every inch of his cock, pulling it deep into the man’s throat. It would stay down there for a moment, but then it would slip back out part of the way, until the man held just the head between his lips. He’d lash at the glans mercilessly with the flat of his tongue, digging the tip of that limber piece of flesh directly into the groove of Istvan’s semen-dribbling piss slit.

  Istvan had no way of knowing whether the bastard’s boast was true—whether or not he was in fact the best cocksucker in town. But, as the guy sucked him, Istvan wasn’t inclined to be skeptical. He was more than willing to give the dude the benefit of the doubt!

  He felt the horny cocksucker’s hands moving between his legs again, cupping his balls and juggling them as he sucked. His fingers tickled their way through the dense patch of hair at the base of Istvan’s prick, and then they moved upward, pinching the boy’s belly as though to test the firmness of his abdominal muscles. Next the restless hands slid up under Istvan’s sweatshirt to squeeze and pinch the huge nipples which crowned his solidly muscled pecs. And, all the while, the man’s tongue stroked the throbbing flesh inside his mouth, like a metronome ticking away to count down the seconds until Istvan shot!

  “Yeah,” Istvan groaned, dropping the flashlight and clamping his hands behind the guy’s head and forcing him lower down, driving nearly all of his painfully hardened penis into the man’s mouth and throat. “Suck it. Suck it!”

  He felt the hot sperm gathering force inside him, his loins tensing, his scrotum swelling, as each wet caress of the man’s mouth brought him that much closer to an ejaculation. The feeling of being sucked so well, so enthusiastically, was so good that he wanted to prolong it for as long as possible, to enjoy it to the fullest possible extent. But that was impossible, under the circumstances. His cocksucker was just too good!

  The man’s tongue was licking Istvan too intensely, tickling his cockshaft just below the flare of its head, where it was especially sensitive, coaxing his dick to give up its rich, thick fuck juice. Istvan had to come, he had to come hard—and he had to come now!

  H
is butt lifted itself from the car seat and at the same time he pressed the guy’s head all the way down into his crotch, ramming every potent inch of his rampant prick deep into the cocksucker’s throat.

  “Oh, Christ!” Istvan cried, holding the man’s head down on his meat. “Fuck! I’m coming! Suck my goddamn cum down your throat, you cocksucker, since you want it so bad. Take it, I’m coming! Coming!”

  His cock burst hard inside the guy’s mouth. He felt the first hot wad of his jism shoot free, followed by another wad, then another. The more Istvan came, though, the more thick sperm the head of his rapidly pulsating prick unloaded, the more the older man seemed to enjoy it and to want it. His tongue worked even faster, licking the self-beslimed cockhead in his mouth. His throat worked, too, swallowing the thick creamy fluid which Istvan was giving him in such abundance.

  Even after all of Istvan’s semen had been shot, the man’s mouth stayed down on him, his tongue continuing to lick the softening penis—trying to coax still more jism from it. Finally, though, Istvan forced him to raise his head from his lap and relinquish his cock.

  The man moaned with pleasure. He reached for Istvan’s head and tried to kiss him, but the boy pushed him roughly way and yanked open the car door on his side.

  “I have to go,” Istvan muttered. He got out of the car and quickly pulled his jeans up and fastened them.

  “Wait,” the man gasped. “You forgot your money.” Sprawled across the seat, he reached one arm toward Istvan and pushed some bills into his hand. Istvan had forgotten all about being paid for the rental of his cock. He took the money automatically and, blushing, walked away, rapidly, toward the safety of the street.

  Before he shoved the money into his pocket, he glanced down at it. In the light from a street lamp, he saw that he’d been given three crisp new banknotes, a twenty-thousand and a ten-thousand—the latter no doubt a tip for services well rendered, probably because of the unexpectedly large load he’d blasted down the cocksucker’s greedy throat.

  Shit! Istvan thought. Now I’m a male whore, too—just as bad as that Adolar Mezey!

  A thought occurred to him.

  I wonder whether Mezey’s done that to Bob—sucked his dick? Oh, my God! My kid brother and that nasty bodybuilder dude, having sex with each other! And, even worse … does Bob suck Mezey’s prick?

  Chapter Sixteen: The Fourth One’s Half Price

  Istvan felt inexplicably guilty about having taken money in exchange for sex. He didn’t know why he should feel bad. After all, it wasn’t as though he’d taken advantage of the man, or ripped him off. And Istvan flattered himself that the guy had received full value for his money.

  Still, Istvan didn’t want to be a cheap hustler.

  And, just as inexplicably, he still felt horny! It was though that furtive blow job in the alley had only made him ready for more. He could still feel those wet, slippery lips caressing the bloated shaft of his cock … he could feel the man’s snakelike tongue rubbing wetly up and down the length of his prick and milking it of its juice. His dick pulsed strongly and demandingly inside his jeans at the erotic memory, and Istvan knew that he’d easily be able to climax again before the night was over, should the opportunity arise.

  Well, he could always jack off at home, in the comfort of his bed, before he went to sleep.

  But the night was still young. Istvan decided to spend the thirty thousand forints he’d earned with his dick as quickly as possible—to blow it, so to speak! He immediately had an inspiration. He hadn’t forgotten about that porno bookstore. Hell, that married man who’d sucked him off couldn’t stop talking about the place, and about the videos he’d bought and was planning to buy there! Istvan decided that, since he’d already gone this far, he might as well take another bold step toward enlarging his range of sexual experience.

  He decided that a couple of adult DVDs were just what he needed. He could take them home and jerk himself off to exhaustion over the lurid images. It would be only a substitute for real sex, but it would be better than nothing. Eagerly, he retraced his steps and headed back toward the adult video store, The Red Velvet Sex Salon.

  The storefront’s windows were discreetly boarded up on their insides, so no one passing by on the sidewalk could actually see into the store. But there was a row of flashing red light bulbs above the door, with a large sign warning Adults Only! You must be twenty-one and able to prove it!

  Istvan hesitated for a moment, but then he pushed open the door and went in. He had a pleasant surprise. He’d expected the interior to be ugly, dimly lit, dusty, and grimy. And red velvet, or any other kind of plush opulence, was conspicuous by its absence. But in fact the space was brightly lit to the point of garishness, and the glare from the ceiling’s fluorescent light fixtures revealed that the store had a Spartan, no-frills look about it, but it was scrupulously clean.

  As he had anticipated, there were rows upon rows of racks containing magazines and paperback books, long tables strewn with stacks of more of the same, racks and bins filled with empty DVD cases, and glass cases displaying all sorts of dildos, restraints, and other sex toys. In the back of the space, a doorway led to the peepshow booths, with another pair of signs advising You must purchase tokens before entering the back room and Absolutely no sex activity allowed on these premises.

  Istvan was so engrossed by the spectacle of so much raw sex material on open display that he didn’t notice the clerk on duty behind the counter until the guy spoke, startling him.

  “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to see some ID,” the clerk said, in an apologetic tone of voice.

  “Huh? Oh, sure.” Istvan went over to the counter and showed the other young man his driver’s license.

  “Thanks. Just turned twenty-one, did you?”

  “Yeah. Last month.”

  “Congratulations. No offense, but you look younger. And we have to be careful in here. We can get into big trouble if we allow anybody underage to come through the door, let alone sell them anything.”

  “I understand.”

  Istvan returned the clerk’s smile. He had assumed that the cash register in an adult bookstore would be manned by a sleazy-looking older man, if not by some sort of outright degenerate who probably spent a lot of his time while on duty jacking off over the merchandise. But the young man who had addressed him so politely couldn’t have been more than two or three years older than Istvan himself. And, far from being a dirty old man, the guy was undeniably clean, at least in the literal sense of being well-scrubbed.

  He was, Istvan saw, a fellow weightlifter and bodybuilder, a tall, well-built dude, broad-shouldered, deep in the chest. He had on tight faded jeans with a small tear developing in one leg, through which his bare knee could be glimpsed as he sat on his stool. Istvan found the display of leg flesh oddly provocative. The clerk also wore training shoes without socks, so that his ankles were bare as well, and a blue-and-red plaid shirt, unbuttoned part of the way down the front to expose a gold neck chain and a tanned, muscular, and very hairy chest. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the elbows, baring large, strong-looking hands, thick wrists, and muscular forearms.

  His face was broad and pleasant, with full lips and a straight nose, and he had thick black hair, close cropped but curly, and black eyes which Istvan found sexy enough to be slightly disturbing. Istvan had admittedly just let a man suck him off. But that didn’t mean he was getting into the habit of checking out other guys and deciding whether or not he found them attractive!

  During their conversation, the clerk had set aside the book he’d been reading. Istvan stole a quick look at the title. Somewhat to his disappointment, it was a crime novel, the latest in a series by a popular author. Istvan had expected to see something luridly pornographic.

  “Are you looking for anything in particular?” the clerk now asked him. When Istvan didn’t answer him right away, he smiled at Istvan again, warmly and reassuringly. He no doubt recognized a video store virgin when he saw one, and he realized h
ow nervous Istvan was at having set foot inside this den of iniquity in the first place. “We’ve got some new hardcore magazines in stock. And I just finished putting out all of the new DVDs that our distributor sent us today.”

  “Ah … I’d just like to look around,” Istvan said, stalling for time. But in his very next breath he contradicted himself. “Somebody told me you carry bisexual videos?”

  “Sure. Lots of them. The bi section is right over there, to your left.” The clerk was as casual about it as a gas station attendant directing a motorist to the pump with the type of fuel he preferred. But as Istvan turned and headed for the DVD rack he’d indicated, the clerk watched him walk away, admiring Istvan’s butt. He spread his muscular legs to ease a sudden pressure exerted by his hardening cock against the denim fabric of his pants as he leaned back on his stool and gave his embarrassed new customer the once-over, liking what he saw.

  “Give a yell if you need anything,” he invited Istvan. “If I can steer you toward anything in particular. My name’s Barto, by the way.”

  “Thanks. I will. Oh—I’m Istvan.”

  “Nice to meet you, Istvan.”

  The man who’d sucked Istvan off hadn’t just ingested his semen. He’d planted a seed of his own, so to speak, inside Istvan’s head. Istvan now had the topic of bisexuality on his brain. He was definitely bi-curious!

  Istvan soon found himself staring at one explicit DVD box cover photo after another. Two women with one man … two men with one woman … foursomes … group sex … the combinations seemed endless!

  Istvan forced himself to get over his shyness. “Ah, Barto?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you have anything with that guy named Adolar Mezey in it?”

  Barto grinned. He got off his stool and came over to join Istvan in the aisle. “Oh, do we ever! His stuff has been flying off the shelves, ever since he won that title recently. We can hardly keep it in stock! Just had a new supply delivered the other day. Everybody wants to see Mr. Hungary sucking a cock and taking it up his ass, and fucking another big muscle dude. And screwing women, too. The guy’s versatile, I have to say for him! Over here. You’re in luck. Mezey’s selling so well that, as you see there on the sign, we’re offering a special deal on his videos. Buy three and you can get a fourth one at half price.”