“These guys you pick up—are they all bisexual, too?”
“They don’t all necessarily label themselves as bi, although some do, of course. Sometimes they’re men who consider themselves basically straight, or gay, but who are willing to experiment. I don’t see much point in sticking labels on people. I’m more interested in what turns somebody on at a given moment. How I can help them get off, and how I can have some fun, myself, in the process.”
Istvan turned out to be rather bolder than Barto had given him credit for. He finished his coffee. And then, as though the caffeine had bolstered his courage, Istvan looked Barto right in the eye and asked him, “Would you be interested in having some fun with me?”
Barto matched Istvan’s directness with his own. “You bet.”
“Could I really get into a threesome with you and your wife?”
“Sure.”
“When?”
“Whoa, not so fast, buddy! Let’s take it one step at a time. No offense, but Szonja and I have sort of a procedure in place. When I meet a new guy, I like to fool around with him myself first, one on one—to see if we’re compatible. Then I take him home to meet my wife. Think of it as an audition, or a casting couch. If Szonja’s the one who happens to meet the guy, she may screw him right away, with my blessing—but usually she’ll introduce him to me first, to make sure we hit it off.”
“Are you ready to find out if you and I will hit it off? Do you want to go to my place and fuck around?” Istvan asked.
Barto grinned at him. “I thought you’d never ask! Do you have what we’ll need? You know, rubbers, and lube? If not, I always keep a supply in my car.”
Istvan tried not to lush, and failed. “I’ve got them. Don’t worry, Barto. I understand about safe sex.”
“Good. I believe in two guys playing with each other as hard as they want—as long as they play safe.”
The two men left the coffee shop and got into their cars, and Barto followed Istvan to his place. The college student lived in a modest studio apartment.
“You’re going to have to excuse the mess,” Istvan said, as he let Barto into the apartment. “I wasn’t really expecting to have company. I mean, I was sort of hoping something would happen between the two of us, sooner or later, but—”
“Oh, don’t apologize,” Barto told him. “This is fine. It looks quite comfortable.” He glanced at Istvan’s unmade bed. On the nightstand beside it was the incriminating evidence left the last time Istvan had entertained a sex partner—a strip of condoms and a bottle of lubricant. Speculating whether the partner in question had been male or female, Barto suppressed a smirk. “That bed looks particularly comfortable. I can’t wait to try it out.”
Istvan smiled at the married man. Now that he was alone with Barto behind closed doors, he was feeling a little nervous again, unsure of himself. “Be my guest,” he said. “Make yourself right at home.”
Barto grinned at him. “If you want me to feel at home, then you’re going to have to let me get naked. And you’re going to have to get naked, too!”
“All right.”
Quickly, the two men stripped.
Barto stepped close to Istvan and embraced him.
“I’m glad you invited me over here,” Barto whispered, as he crushed Istvan against his chest. “I’m glad you like me, Istvan. I’m glad you want me. I’m glad you want us to fuck!”
Istvan trembled in the other man’s embrace for a moment, almost as though he was frightened. It was a different kind of a tremor than that of lust, but it was certainly not any sign of reluctance on his part. No, it was the recognition within him of impending emotional fulfillment. He wanted to have sex with Barto. His feelings for the other guy went beyond the merely physical, though. Istvan anticipated pleasure … but he also hoped for something much more complicated.
He had lusted for Barto ever since the night they’d met in the bookstore. He knew that, now that he and the other man were going to get intimate together, it would be more than just sex.
At any rate, the tremor passed in an instant. Barto held Istvan against his chest, and the young stud’s mouth slid up to his. Their lips met, moved slightly together, and then ground together quite firmly and demandingly. Istvan tasted sweet and natural as Barto’s tongue roamed across his lips, found them parting to admit the probing tip of his tongue, and met it with his own tongue, the two tongues lashing together inside the oral chamber and then, together, coiling lasciviously back into Barto’s own open mouth.
Istvan’s tongue played in fluttery motions over the roof of Barto’s palate, darting, dancing, leaving behind tiny pinpricks of heat as it passed on. The pinpricks flared up in a dozen different spots and then merged together, joining in a sheet of warmth that spread rapidly to shoot flames through his veins and nerves.
Barto’s entire body tingled as though from a mild electrical shock, and the sensation pulsed even stronger when it hit his loins. A similar process was setting Istvan’s ever-volatile flesh on fire!
They embraced and kissed in a tumult of mutual physical need, Istvan’s warm, wet tongue pushing itself deep into Barto’s willingly opened and responsive mouth. As they kissed, sucking hard on each other’s tongues, rubbing their naked bodies together, Istvan jabbed his hard cock in between the other man’s parted thighs, so that Barto’s balls rubbed against the upper part of the shaft.
Barto responded at once by clamping down with his strong thigh muscles, using his legs to hold Istvan’s prickshaft tightly in place between them, pressed against his groin. His lips still nuzzled passionately against Istvan’s. Slowly and provocatively, he began to make fucking motions with his hips, squirming against the other guy, so that Istvan’s cock plunged back and forth between his thighs, and the snub nose of the penis stuck out on the opposite side and appeared just below Barto’s buttocks.
“You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you, buddy?” Barto gasped. He tightened his thighs even more around Istvan’s rigid dick and humped backward, pulling the thick length of stiff prick along with him.
“Fuck you, hell! I’m going to come, instead, if you keep this up,” Istvan warned. “Give me a chance to get it in you!” But, too aroused by the sexy young married stud, Istvan treated himself to a few more rough dry humps between Barto’s legs, before he forced himself to stop humping him like that. “I’m going to come unless you give me a chance to cool down,” he said again, panting against the side of his new fuck buddy’s neck and sticking his tongue out to lick his slightly salty flesh.
“Yeah, well, don’t do that. Not yet. Don’t come yet! I have other plans for your load.”
Barto could feel the urgent throbbing of the college boy’s cock between his thighs, and he writhed away from him. Without pressing their bodies together, he leaned over and kissed Istvan again, planting his mouth firmly against Istvan’s warm lips.
Their kiss was extremely exciting, lasting for several minutes, before Istvan let out another warning moan and reluctantly broke away from Barto’s demanding mouth and tongue.
They smiled at each other. Then Barto gently pushed Istvan down on the bed.
“I’m going to suck you for a little while, buddy,” he declared. “Let me know if you feel like you’re going to shoot.”
Whorishly, Barto licked his lips, wetting them with his tongue, before he descended between Istvan’s thighs. He blew his breath forcefully against Istvan’s nuts, and the warm breeze tickled and inflamed the testicles, which tensed visibly in reaction.
Istvan’s cock was rock hard, sticking straight up from his groin toward the ceiling, and it was pulsating with barely contained potency.
Excitedly, Istvan watched as Barto’s mouth surrounded the head of his prick and slid down around the bulk of the shaft. He saw his big cockhead and all of his thick shaft disappear into that mouth, and then go down the other guy’s throat. Istvan moaned. Barto was already sucking him with great skill, the full length of Istvan’s stiff penis going in and out of his demanding mouth li
ke a piston pumping away inside its tight-fitting, lubricated sleeve.
“Jesus!” Istvan whimpered. “Take it easy, man, or I’ll come. You’re a great cocksucker, but you’re almost too good! I can’t stand it, you’re making my dick feel so good. If you want to get fucked, you’d better back off.”
Barto pulled his mouth away from the big cock and sat up a bit to look down and admire it. It stood up rigid and throbbing, covered with his slippery spit, glistening dark pink in the dim light.
“So you like the way I suck, huh?” he asked, grinning.
“You’re fantastic. The best cocksucker I’ve had go down on me in ages, I swear to God.” (In the distracting heat of passion, Istvan had already forgotten all about the anonymous cocksucker who’d gone down on him in his parked car, and who had paid Istvan for the privilege. He’d been good, in all fairness; but the truth was, Barto was even better. The younger married man’s mouth, which was working on Istvan at the moment, was incredible skilled, and Istvan was reaping the full benefit of his extraordinary oral technique.)
“Thanks,” Barto replied. “If you fuck me now, do you think you’ll come too fast?”
“I don’t know. I guess it depends on how hot that butch ass of yours is going to feel around my cock.”
“I’ve been told it’s plenty hot,” Barto boasted. “But I suppose there’s only one way for you to find out. I want to sit on it, stud.”
He got up on his knees and straddled Istvan’s waist. He quickly opened a condom packet and put the rubber on Istvan’s cock. A swipe of lube, and they were ready. Barto grinned down at Istvan, bent over to kiss him on the mouth, and then he took Istvan’s hands and guided them to his hips.
“Put your hands on my butt,” Barto mumbled, between hot, tonguing kisses, indicating not only with words but with gestures that he wanted Istvan to grab hold of his buttocks. “Yank my buns apart so you can shove that big prick of yours right up between them! Oh, dude, I’ve got a hungry hole back there, and it needs to be filled and fed!”
While the two men kissed, Barto tried, blindly, to find the tip of Istvan’s cock with his asshole. He felt the college student’s hands holding his butt cheeks wide open—and then, suddenly, he felt the lightly lubricated head of Istvan’s cock first jabbing, and then pressing against his sphincter muscle.
“Fuck me, Istvan,” he grunted, with fierce, selfish desire. “Get your big dick up my ass and fuck the shit out of me with it!”
He pushed down as he spoke, and Istvan’s dickhead began to push its way inside his puckered anal entrance. Barto winced with pain when Istvan thrust up from the bed and the gigantic head of his fuck tool abruptly penetrated Barto’s asshole, exerting a considerable friction upon its lining of tender flesh.
Once he was inside, though, Istvan paused so that Barto could get used to the size of his prick as it stretched his sphincter wide open. Barto recklessly lowered himself the rest of the way onto the other guy’s crotch, impaling himself fully upon the stud’s joystick and grunting at the deep, thorough penetration that resulted.
Istvan’s long steely shaft was sliding up into him like a rifle barrel, throbbing away, inflexibly hard, hot and potent. It opened up Barto’s asshole, inch by inch.
Barto let out a moan of pure delight. He had another man’s cock in his ass! For the first time in over a week. It felt so good that he wondered why he’d gone for so long without treating himself to this pleasure. Oh, sure, he and Szonja indulged in anal play together. Barto loved it when his wife inserted a long, thick dildo into his ass and used it to ream him out. But no artificial phallus could really compare to an oversized erection of flesh and blood. When a man wanted to be fucked, he needed another man to do the job!
“Fuck me, man!” Barto whimpered. “Jesus Christ crucified! It’s in me. Filling me up! And it’s so fucking big. I can’t believe how good this feels. I knew you were hung big, but I never thought it would feel this huge! Oh, hell! Go ahead, do it! Fuck me! All the way, man, get that big hard prick of yours all the way up in there and fuck! Come on, buddy! Ream out my asshole with that motherfucking piece of meat!”
Istvan humped upward until he felt his ramrod touch bottom, high up inside his new sex partner’s rectum. Then he eased his hips down again and let a few inches of his prickshaft slip back out of that hot, tight ass.
“Are you going to come?” Barto asked him.
“Eventually. But not yet, man. Not yet! Not until I’ve had a chance to fuck the hell out of that hot butt of yours!”
“Good,” Barto moaned. “I want to ride you. Pound my hole!” He shuddered and twisted from side to side on top of Istvan, squeezing his anal muscles tightly in order to milk his dick. “I want to get fucked, man. And I can tell you’ve got just the right tool to do the job!”
Istvan humped upward again, and drove his rigid prong high up into the fuckee’s guts—which spasmed violently all around its considerable bulk.
The younger man was experiencing what he had always thought was the hottest, most satisfying thing two men could do together—namely, his prick planted inside the other guy’s body, reaming him out, making his hot asshole clench and convulse around his thick shaft. The pleasure of fucking a handsome, butch number like Barto, whose asshole felt unusually tight and responsive, was driving Istvan wild with desire.
He looked at Barto’s torso, admiring his muscles, then he looked down at Barto’s crotch, and he saw Barto’s neglected prick sticking straight out toward him. Istvan bent forward, struggling to see if he could possibly get at least the head inside his mouth and suck Barto off while he screwed him. But he wasn’t quite that limber, and the cockhead remained tantalizingly just beyond his oral reach. He saw the fuck cream starting to dribble out of the slit in the head of the married man’s meat, though, and he burned with the desire to taste it, if only indirectly. He reached out, rubbed his fingertips over Barto’s glans to collect the seeping pre-cum, and he transferred it to his own mouth.
“Oh, you taste good,” he reported.
“And you feel good, inside me.”
Istvan reached out, gripped the long shaft of the cock that pointed at him, and began skinning the swollen meat, pulling the foreskin back and forth to massage the glans, alternately baring and recovering it—masturbating Barto in time to his own thrusts deep inside the man’s ass. He felt Barto shudder at his touch and he let his fist pump up and down around the cock with increasing speed. Meanwhile, he fucked Barto’s butt in the same furious rhythm!
“Watch it, buddy, or I’m the one who’s going to come too fast—and all over you,” Barto blurted out. “That fist action of yours is driving me out of my mind. I may pop!”
“Go ahead. Shoot off if you want to, man. Spray it on me,” Istvan urged, still pumping his own prick up and down inside Barto’s shit chute with fierce energy, while he jerked the married stud off. “Come, buddy—come for me—let me see it fly out, shoot your hot load all over me! Please!”
“You want a cum bath?”
“Yeah! Wet me down with your fucking jism, let me feel it on my body. Oh, Jesus, stud—come, will you?”
“Just as soon as you’re ready to explode inside my ass, stud,” Barto retorted, groaning with desperate pleasure. “Let’s see if we can time it just right, and get our rocks off at the same time. That would be really hot!”
“Okay,” Istvan agreed, breathlessly. “It’s going to have to happen soon, though. Real soon! I can’t hold my wad in much longer. I’m getting ready to blast off inside your butt. Are you just about there, too?”
“Yeah. Hell, yeah!” Barto cried. “Jack that son of a bitching prick of mine. Work it harder! Faster! Hurt me! Make me come, man! Bring me off with your fist! Squeeze that fucking cum right out of me! Oh, God!”
He was quite unconsciously fucking forward and backward, and up and down—he was riding Istvan’s prickshaft, literally screwing himself upon that impaling fuckpole. At the same time, Barto pushed his own cock in and out of Istvan’s fist to fuck his ha
nd in the same rhythm. And, all the while, Istvan drove his steely, punishing erection in and out of Barto’s anus. It was just too much! Barto had to come!
“Now! Now!” he shouted. “I’m there! I’m coming, man!”
A tremendous thrill of sexual response raced through his body. His thick sperm rushed through the core of his cockshaft and blasted free, smacking—hot and wet—against Istvan’s hairy chest and dribbling down across his abdominal muscles, flowing lower to where his crotch was still hammering away at Barto’s spread buns with such forceful, rutting thrusts.
Barto had to gasp with excitement as he shot, as he saw Istvan’s sweaty pectoral muscles suddenly whitewashed with the pearly slime of his semen. He clenched his sphincter and his anal muscles with all his strength, and he gripped Istvan’s cock so hard that the boy was helpless to move it back and forth within the anal channel! Grunting, Istvan shot his load immediately, delivering a full charge of fuck fluid deep into his new fuck buddy’s asshole. Throbbing its way through its ejaculation, his dick remained trapped inside that voracious anal abyss.
“Take it! Take my cum! Milk me dry!” Istvan demanded.
Barto responded with further tight, gripping pressure from his ass, which seemed like a mouth clutching hungrily at the cock still jammed inside it. For that matter, Istvan’s fist was still clasped around the shaft of Barto’s own fuck tool—stroking it, tugging at it, squeezing the rest of Barto’s jism free so that its slippery wetness sprayed down upon his torso like a fine white rain.
The two men continued to shoot their loads at each other for several more ecstatic seconds—Barto’s sperm splashing wetly against his fucker’s torso and dripping down between his legs, and Istvan’s hot jism escaping from his prick only to remain trapped inside the condom, deep within the chafed, heated innards of Barto’s ass.
They relaxed on the bed, recovering their breath after the intensity of their shared ejaculations. Barto leaned over and kissed Istvan on the mouth.
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