Inspired, as always, by the other bodybuilder’s hot ass and lewd talk, Urban shot, too, his semen spurting forth so copiously that it felt as though he was thrusting his cock back and forth inside a warm, slippery bath of gel. After Urban pulled out of Bob, Daniel straddled Bob so that his cock stuck out over Bob’s face.
“Lick my balls,” Daniel begged, pressing his testicles against Bob’s mouth. “Lick and suck them!”
Bob kissed the scrotal sac which Daniel was offering him, before he swabbed it with his busy tongue. After a moment, he opened his lips in a wide yawn. Taking both of the testicles inside his mouth, he suckled on them, passionately. Daniel whimpered, in helpless delight.
Panting for breath, Urban watched the tea bagging which Daniel was giving Bob.
Then, having taken a moment to recover from his orgasm, Urban reached out and played with both of the other men’s bodies, fondling their butts, stroking their cocks. Bob abandoned Daniel’s balls, in order to rim him again.
Daniel went wild when Bob tongued his ass. He shouted out a steady stream of obscenities. “I’m going to come!” he warned, suddenly, sounding almost hysterical, while Bob licked and sucked and tongue-fucked his ass. “I’m going to come, right now!” But to guarantee that he was indeed going to come without undue delay, he began to masturbate.
Bob eased his tongue out of Daniel’s ass. He stared up at the other athlete, at the stiff prick which Daniel was fisting so violently, only inches above his face.
“That’s right. Jack off, Daniel,” Bob urged, reaching up with both hands to tease Daniel’s stiff tits. “Let me see you beat that hot dick. Make it shoot. And when you do shoot, don’t be selfish, buddy. Let me have it—all of it! Spray your fucking jism all over my face! I want to see that big dick shoot off, and I want to feel your load dripping down my face.”
Daniel groaned, in a way which seemed to convey frustration.
“Need some help?” Urban asked, solicitously. He provided it, in the form of a finger inserted through Daniel’s clenching sphincter muscle and thrust up into his boyishly tight ass.
That seemed to do the trick!
“Ah!” Daniel yelped. “Ah! I’m coming! Going to shoot—!”
With his fist pumping away on his cock, and Urban fingering his ass, Daniel gave Bob what he wanted, and the bodybuilder from Budapest groaned in ecstasy when the outpouring of semen rained down upon him and soiled his nose and cheeks and chin. Some of the cum even flew inside his open, panting mouth, and he swallowed it, greedily.
Urban was aware that there was a certain protocol to a threesome, or a foursome.
As the instigator and organizer of this event, accordingly, he continued to devote himself to the task of satisfying his two fellow athletes’ needs.
During the rest of the play session, Urban proved himself to be a thoughtful, considerate, and accommodating host—which, in this case, meant that he was first and foremost a remarkably and indefatigable inventive sex partner. He encouraged his guests to get into a variety of positions with him, and he showed them any number of new ways to get their rocks off. At one point, he fucked Daniel, while Daniel sucked Bob’s cock and Bob once again took both of Daniel’s balls inside his own mouth—an act which Bob especially enjoyed.
Then Daniel was given an opportunity to fuck Bob. With the muscle man from Budapest lying on the bed on his belly, Daniel mounted him, and pummeled his ass. It was always especially exciting for Daniel to be screwing such a powerfully muscled, macho fellow jock, and Bob was an exceptionally attractive specimen of the type. Daniel used Bob’s ass without mercy or letup, which was exactly what Bob wanted.
Watching the sexy stud fuck his buddy, Urban got excited, all over again. He stroked his own dick back into erection.
“As soon as you come in his ass, Daniel, I’m going to take your place,” Urban proposed. “I’m going to fuck him some more. Get him nice and warmed up for me. Get his ass stretched open, for my cock. Is that okay with you, Bob? You want to be fucked some more?”
“Hell, yeah,” the insatiable bodybuilder gasped. “I want to be fucked! And fucked, and fucked, and fucked! All night long, you horny bastards. All night long!”
“If our dicks give out,” Urban promised, “I can always get on my phone and see who else is interested in some action. Some of the other guys on our team must be just as horny as we are. We can recruit a few of them, to join us and keep that hole of yours satisfied.”
“Bring them on, buddy,” Bob demanded. “Bring them on!”
However, as things turned out, it wasn’t necessary for the horny trio to resort to this strategy. Backup was already on the way.
The three soccer players had gotten so carried away that they’d forgotten all about Kolos.
Laden with two large shopping bags weighed down with bottles, he staggered back to the hotel and to his room—to find it in disorder, with the trio’s discarded clothes strewn about, and the three naked young athletes still going at one another on one of the beds.
“Well, guys, I was going to apologize for being gone for so long, and leaving you here on your own” Kolos said. “But obviously you’ve been keeping yourselves busy during my absence!”
“A fresh cock,” Bob gloated. “Just what we need! Come here, Coach. Take off your clothes. Fuck me!”
“I’ll do my best,” Kolos promised, as he moved toward the crowded bed.
“Where’ve you been, Coach?” Urban asked.
“I ran into your coach downstairs, Daniel,” Kolos explained. “He told me he came to congratulate me again, and to ask me to have a drink with him. I thought it’d be impolite to refuse, and I couldn’t think of a good excuse. Hell, I could hardly tell him, ‘No, thanks, I’ve got three of the players—and one of them just happens to one of yours—waiting upstairs, for me to fuck!’ So we went to a bar down the street and had a few. Then, after he said goodnight and left, I was finally able to walk to the liquor store and load up. I bought champagne. Always appropriate when you’re celebrating—or just socializing. I’m good and drunk, now, so you men need to catch up with me. Take a breather, and have some of this bubbly.”
Chapter Nineteen: Well Coached
Kolos popped the corks of four of the champagne bottles, so that each man could have his own bottle and drink directly from it, disdaining to use the hotel’s plastic drinking glasses.
The three young soccer players did their best to catch up with the inebriated coach, guzzling the fizzy sparkling wine with reckless abandon, so that it was soon necessary to open four more bottles.
“You haven’t had sex with Bob yet, Coach,” Urban pointed out. “Go ahead. Do him, while Daniel and I have some fun with each other—and watch you in action.”
“Great idea,” Kolos declared. “Come on, Bob. I’ll give you a massage.”
Daniel and Urban went to the bed which hadn’t been used yet, sitting on it and observing, while Kolos fetched a bottle of massage oil from his overnight bag.
Kolos shed his clothes, and then, nude, he urged Bob to stretch out on the other bed, the one which had already seen such thorough use. Then he anointed Bob’s body with oil, rubbing it into every muscle of his legs and thighs, every crevice of his back and buttocks.
“Oh, that really feels good, Coach,” Bob said. “You’re good at that.”
“I ought to be. I get a lot of practice. Giving rubdowns to you guys.”
“You must go through hell, Coach, wanting to do more with us than just rub us,” Urban suggested.
“You bet your ass I do,” Kolos groaned, while he continued to work on Bob. “And you’re the one who finally pushed me over the edge, Urban.”
“Regrets?” Urban inquired, slyly.
“None at the moment,” the coach retorted. “I may feel differently about it after I’ve sobered up. But for now—! I’m enjoying myself. Okay, Bob, your front’s done. Roll over.”
Bob flipped over onto his back and Kolos began the massage again with his toes, up his muscular, shapely
calves and along his muscular thighs, rubbing the oil tenderly up his hard, flat belly and resilient broad chest. Then with Bob’s body properly anointed, Kolos slid his mouth into place around the soccer player’s penis and he began massaging him in a different and far more exciting way.
“Yeah, suck him, Coach,” Urban urged.
“Fucking hell,” an admiring Daniel commented. “Looks like Kolos really knows how to deep-throat! He’s swallowing that whole thing.”
“He’s a great cocksucker,” Urban said.
Bob groaned. “He sure is! Oh, Coach—your mouth on my cock! It’s getting me so hot. You’re driving me crazy.”
When the blow job had come to its inevitable conclusion and Kolos had swallowed a mouthful of the young bodybuilder’s sperm, Bob pushed Kolos down on the bed and he repeated what Kolos had done, treating the coach to a skillful, enthusiastic display of fellatio. But when Bob had succeeded in bringing the older man close to climaxing, Kolos held Bob’s head in his hands, gently restraining him, and he gasped, “Let’s try something different, stud. Here, lie down again.”
Bob lay on his belly on the bed. Kolos massaged his erotically overwhelming buttocks again, rubbing in more of the slippery oil. Slyly, he slipped an oily fingertip inside Bob’s sphincter ring, and he began to finger-fuck his tight little asshole, stretching it, coaxing it wider open, encouraging it to relax and accept the penetration. When, after much patient manipulation, Bob was able to relax his anal defenses completely and sigh with pleasure, Kolos proceeded to the actual phallic penetration.
He put on a rubber. He didn’t bother with any additional lube. He hoisted himself onto the mattress atop Bob, placing one knee between his thighs, and he massaged the brawny youth’s broad, smooth back while he pulled the knee back and lowered himself onto Bob until his chest crushed into his back, and his thighs pressed against the outsides of Bob’s thighs.
Kolos lay that way for a moment, brushing himself lightly against the other man, and then he pushed forward slowly.
Inch by inch, his bloated cock sank inside the young soccer stud’s asshole, which stretched to receive its bulk. For many long, increasingly delirious moments Kolos proceeded thus, giving his dick to Bob an inch at a time, until he seemed to cross a threshold and Bob reared back up at him, pushing his hips and buttocks up as far as they would go.
“Fuck me, Coach!” he gasped. “Oh, God, man, you’re in me all the way! I can feel your big, hard dick sliding right up my ass! Fuck me—fuck me, fuck me! Christ! I never thought it would feel this good! Shit—if I’d known it was going to be this hot, I’d have put the make on you and let you screw me long ago!”
“Hey, I saw him first,” Urban teased Bob. “But it’s okay—I’m always willing to share.”
Kolos grunted. “You like having your coach’s dick up your tight muscle ass, do you, boy?”
“Hell, yes! Yes, sir!”
Kolos wrapped his arms tightly around his new sex partner’s chest, thrilling at the touch of his smooth skin and the pin-pricks of his hard, hot nipples. Then he began to move back slowly, and when their two bodies were nearly disengaged again, he plunged down into Bob’s rectum yet more deeply, with undeniable lust, but also with patience and with tenderness.
Bob lay there fairly passive at the beginning, but after about five minutes—neither he nor Kolos was concerned at all about watching the clock!—he started to join in the erotic pelvic rhythms, squirming his hips away from his fucker’s and crushing his buttocks into the hard, flexed tops of his thighs. Kolos’s head was pressed into his neck, sucking at the sweaty, salty-tasting flesh, and Bob turned his face slightly to that side.
Kolos took his lips from Bob’s neck and poised them over his lips. But before they kissed, Kolos opened his alcohol-glazed eyes wide, looked at him for a moment, and then Bob’s long-lashed eyelids fluttered wide open, too, and the two men exchanged a triumphant, joyous gaze of total, mutual desire and satisfaction.
Lost in the moment, Kolos furiously resumed kissing the other guy.
Their mouths locked in another hot kiss and they once again joined their bodies, their perspiration-anointed limbs slithering and pounding to the rhythms of their blood streams, moving together toward orgasm—which suddenly poured through both men’s straining, spasming bodies like a pure, clear, blinding light.
Meanwhile, though, Urban and Daniel hadn’t been idle. It was undeniably arousing to watch Kolos and Bob making love to each other. But it was even more exciting to mimic some of the things they saw the other two guys doing!
Urban downed a mouthful of the champagne, as usual swigging it straight from the bottle, and this seemed to have an instantaneous, aphrodisiac effect on him. He waited impatiently while Daniel, too, drank from the bottle, which Urban handed him. Then Urban attacked the other guy.
“I want you,” he blurted out.
“Do you? Well, you can have me, then,” Daniel invited him.
Urban’s excitement, riding the crest of a wave which had been building up toward its shoreline for some time, was now all but uncontrollable, and he began to pant and groan, leaning toward Daniel’s ear to kiss it and then to move across his face to his mouth. They kissed, fiercely, almost brutally, for no more than a few seconds and then, looking and sounding desperate with erotic impatience, Daniel pushed Urban away—but he kept his grip on the turgid, throbbing shaft of Urban’s cock, which filled his fist like the shaft of a baseball bat.
“Give me your fucking dick, man!” Daniel gasped, red-faced, sweating. “Let me have it!”
But he already had it. In fact, he was using both hands to manipulate it now—grasping and stroking the thick, inflexible shaft from base to tip with one fist, while the fingertips of his other hand hefted and tickled the hairy sac that contained Urban’s big balls.
Scarcely able to believe his good fortune at having hooked up with such a hot new fuck buddy via the Internet, Urban lay there on the soft, yielding mattress of the hotel’s bed and he let his bedmate play with him. Daniel had a typical athlete’s strong grip, and the muscles in his biceps tensed and flexed while he deftly pumped the other young stud toward orgasm.
Urban was almost afraid to speak, to say anything that might destroy the intensely sexual mood. But finally, when he felt his hot sperm rising to a boil within the core of his penis, he stammered, “I—oh, dude!—I’m going to come!”
But Daniel was full of surprises on this memorable evening. Instead of releasing Urban’s prick and pulling away from him in order to avoid being spattered by Urban’s semen, as Urban had assumed he might, Daniel only groaned and squirmed in even closer to Urban’s body, while he masturbated him even more furiously.
“Do it,” he grunted. “Come! Come! Shoot your fucking shit all over me, Urban. And jerk mine, too. Please! Jerk mine while I do yours!”
Daniel’s cock was standing straight up from his groin, an eight-inch cylinder of flushed, rigid masculinity. His piss slit was gaping wide open, a clear drop of fuck fluid already visible as it oozed sluggishly out of the tiny aperture.
He cried out in pure pleasure when he felt Urban’s warm, sweaty hand suddenly enclose his prickshaft, stroking it every bit as passionately as his own fist was caressing Urban’s meat.
They pumped each other’s tools until—breathless with excitement—they both exploded, virtually at the same moment, their overexcited cocks spitting out hot wet jets of jism that rained down upon both young men’s hard-muscled torsos.
“Christ!” Daniel yelled. Then, again, “Christ!” Without pausing to catch his breath, without taking his hand off Urban’s cock or slackening his stroke in the slightest, he writhed up against his new friend, crushing their semen-soaked chests tightly together, and he kissed Urban wildly, his mouth suctioning against Urban’s mouth with bruising force, his tongue eagerly probing the interior of the other youth’s mouth.
Urban returned the kiss passionately.
Their fists continued to work, squeezing and fondling each other’s pricks
, until both guys were spent and their genitals had no more virile cream to yield—at least for the time being.
Urban was ecstatic. The only disappointing thing about the whole experience was that, as soon as they’d both moaned and shook their way through their ejaculations, Daniel broke their kiss and pushed Urban away from him again, with a breathless, slightly embarrassed laugh.
“Jesus, I was horny,” he laughed. “I’d better go wash up, man. We sure made a mess, didn’t we? Look at us … both covered in sweat and cum.”
“Yeah,” Urban gasped, out of breath.
On the other bed, Bob and Kolos lay clasped in each other’s arms, looking fucked out—at least for the time being. Daniel and Urban went into the hotel room’s bathroom together.
“So you and Bob are workout partners—and fuck buddies, huh?” Daniel inquired, while he and Urban washed up.
“Yeah, but I’m damn hot for Coach Kozma, too. I’m his boy, his bitch. I’ll do anything he asks. We both like a little sexual variety now and then, that’s all.”
“I like a lot of variety, man. Let’s keep going. I know I’m ready, and you sure look like you are, too. Let’s do some more fucking and sucking!” Daniel’s freshly scrubbed cock was hard and hot, sticking straight out from his crotch like a flagpole set in the side of a building.
They went back into the room.
Kolos lay there on the bed beside Bob, with his eyes closed. The coach was motionless except for the steady rise and fall of his big chest as he breathed—and snored, loudly, with a blissful look on his face.
“I’m afraid Coach is sleeping it off,” Bob whispered.
Urban chuckled, softly. “Probably the best thing for him, the poor guy. If the booze wasn’t too much for him, then the sex probably was. Come on, Bob. You and Daniel fool around with each other. I’ll watch.”
Urban drank more champagne, while Bob rose, careful not to disturb the sleeping Kolos, and made his way to the other bed.
Bob stretched out and lay back on the mattress, and a moment later, he groaned with pleasure when Daniel put his big, warm, hand on his cock, squeezing it at its most sensitive spot, just under the outward flare of the head. Bob made himself comfortable, closed his eyes, lifted his ass, and spread his legs out in front of him, relaxing and luxuriating in the pleasure of having the other guy’s hand massaging his cock and balls.
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