“I’m hungry for a Hamburger,” the black stallion announced, making what was, for improvised porn dialogue, a rather clever bilingual pun.
He lowered his mouth to the white man’s dripping prick, and after lapping up the seeping trickle of pre-cum, he wantonly opened his lips wide and he sucked the entire length of the stiff penis not only inside his mouth, but down his throat, in one quick, deft swoop.
“Ah!” Leuthold shouted. “Suck! Oh, suck!”
“Shove your motherfucking dick right down his throat,” Laurent urged. But Leuthold was already doing just that, fucking Nate’s face roughly, driven by sheer lust. And Nate was making no complaints! On the contrary, he seemed to exult in having his mouth and throat used for the other man’s pleasure.
Leaning down, twisting his supple body, Laurent planted his lips firmly on Leuthold’s mouth, stifling his outbursts. The two men jabbed their tongues deeply into each other’s oral cavities, grunting, moaning, swapping spit, while Nate continued to apply his strong suction to Leuthold’s grotesquely erect cock.
Abruptly, Leuthold broke the kiss. “Get up over me so I can suck your dick!” he insisted. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since I saw you back there in the café!”
Like the pro he was, Leuthold had remembered the ostensible scenario, which had supposedly brought the three men to the hotel suite.
Oh, yeah, Laurent reminded himself. That’s right. I’m a horny tourist, who’s out to get as much cock here in Hamburg as I can. Black dick, white dick—German cock, American meat—doesn’t make much different. Not as long as it’s big and hard and hot!
He placed one knee on either side of Leuthold’s head, and the German looked up to see what he wanted—Laurent’s imposing erection and heavily swaying balls, looking like so much ripe fruit dangling from a vine, ready to be picked and devoured. Leuthold raised his head and he took the spongy tip of the Frenchman’s manhood inside his wet and elastic mouth. He caressed Laurent’s penis with his lips, while he rubbed his tongue restlessly all over the throbbing male organ, paying special attention to the sensitive piss slit which split the glans.
“Suck cock—suck cock—yeah, suck cock, you horny bastards,” Laurent chanted. “Suck cock!”
But his fellow porn performers needed no instruction, or encouragement. They were doing just fine, on their own!
Laurent observed, excitedly, the way Nate’s head bobbed up and down in Leuthold’s lap, the black stud’s mouth feeding hungrily on the German stud’s impressive endowment. Nate was gorging himself on that hard male meat. But down there in Laurent’s own groin, Leuthold—gay-for-pay though he claimed to be—was performing fellatio on the Frenchman just as skillfully, just as enthusiastically. Either, like Laurent, he had learned genuinely to enjoy his work—or he was one hell of a good, convincing actor!
Laurent purred with pleasure. He couldn’t have been teamed with a better pair of costars for this project. Leuthold and Nate seemed utterly without inhibition, unashamed of the way they were expressing their raging man-to-man sensuality. Inspired by their example, Laurent wanted to be wildly abandoned, too.
Looking down the length of Nate’s dusky body as the black man stretched himself out at full length between Leuthold’s widely spread legs, Laurent thrilled to the sight of Nate’s muscles, which tensed and rippled so enticingly under their coating of smooth ebony skin. But Leuthold’s physique was every bit as powerful and sexy.
Laurent leaned forward, supporting himself on his hands, while Leuthold continued to suck insistently on his hotly pulsating cock.
“Hey, Nate,” Laurent whispered. “Let me suck him for a while, okay?”
Grunting, Nate generously relinquished the thick German sausage, moving his head lower and instead attacking Leuthold’s low-dangling balls with his lips and tongue. As Laurent claimed Leuthold’s saliva-slippery prick with his mouth, Nate began to lick the German’s large nuts, enjoying their salty flavor and inhaling deeply to fill his nostrils with the musky scent of the other man’s aroused crotch.
Leuthold moaned from deep down in his throat, responding to the double oral assault on his genitals, the pressure of Laurent’s mouth around his prick, and Nate’s hot wet tongue tickling his testicles. He stretched his legs even wider apart to give the two men room to work on him, all the while never missing a stroke himself as his mouth continued to massage Laurent’s huge dick. He allowed his teeth to graze back and forth over the hypersensitive skin of the Frenchman’s erection, which made his handsome fellow performer gasp and shudder in response. Leuthold was taking Laurent’s full potent length into his mouth and down his throat now, forcing the thick glans deep into his gullet, suppressing his gag reflex. He swiped his hot tongue over the veiny cockshaft inside his mouth, tickling Laurent until the recipient of this delightful torture was almost out of his mind with raw lust.
Reciprocating, Laurent returned stroke for stroke, cramming the German’s gigantic fuck tool recklessly down into his own protesting throat. He choked on it a couple times, to his annoyance, but, with stoic determination, he held on and suctioned away. By sheer trial and error, he found a way to accommodate the massive male organ he was swallowing, and soon he felt confident that he was giving Leuthold as much pleasure as Leuthold was giving him.
Nate moved lower between Leuthold’s thighs, working his tongue up under Leuthold’s heavy ball sac and licking the firm ridge of his perineum. His flared nostrils detected the aroma of Leuthold’s asshole. It was a clean, fresh scent, warm and fleshy, with a hint of perspiration. Nate longed not just to smell that manhole, but to taste it, as well. Lifting the German’s big balls out of the way, he pressed his face in firmly between Leuthold’s buttocks and kissed the small pink pucker of his sphincter. Working his tongue through the opening, Nate coaxed it to relax and open up even more. He dug his tongue inside the hole, swirling and swabbing, excited by the way he could feel the anal muscles begin to relax and accept the licking. He pushed his tongue in still farther, savoring the spicy taste of the white man’s anal interior.
Between the rimming and Laurent’s nonstop cocksucking, Leuthold was maddened with passion, and on the verge of climax. He moved his head up and down, speeding up its pumping action, milking Laurent’s fiercely throbbing prick. The Frenchman’s balls rested on his chin, and he enjoyed the bristly feeling of them against his face. He felt Laurent’s penis swell even larger inside his mouth as the guy approached ejaculation. Leuthold didn’t want the sex to end, but he knew that it had to, sooner or later—and sooner, judging by Laurent’s obvious erotic agony. Much as he would’ve liked to let Laurent shoot off in his mouth, so he could swallow his cum, Leuthold knew that they needed to provide the cameraman with the obligatory porn come shot.
He used both of his hands to give Laurent’s shivering body a reassuring caress, running them down the French stud’s flanks to his behind, and pushing his fingertips into his butt crack. He touched and teased Laurent’s quivering, flexing pucker—and, like touching a button, that was all that was needed to set the guy off.
“Coming,” Laurent gasped, by way of warning. Well aware of the importance of the come shot, he pulled back, away from Leuthold, dragging his saliva-soaked, ready-to-pop prick out of the German’s mouth. Throwing his head back, baring his teeth, and venting his breath in a hoarse snarl of orgasmic agony, Laurent didn’t even have to grab his cock and jerk it. The overexcited member exploded spontaneously, of its own accord, blasting an awesome amount of cum directly onto Leuthold’s face—into his eyes, onto his nose, and right inside his open, gaping, cum-welcoming mouth. There was so much semen that Leuthold ended up looking as he’d been slathered with some sort of a facial masque treatment at a spa!
“Fuck!” Laurent shouted.
“Fuck, yeah!” Leuthold echoed him. “Oh, give me that load! Let me have that cum!”
Laurent let him have it, all right. He didn’t stop bathing Leuthold’s face in his sperm until he was sure he was totally drained.
Leuthold
kept playing with Laurent’s ass, fingering his hole, and he stuck out his tongue and licked Laurent’s depleted prick clean. Nate, with true professionalism, had never ceased rimming Leuthold’s ass, and he went right on eating it out, with gusto. Leuthold allowed himself to enjoy what the black stud was doing to him for a few moments, but then he decided that it was his turn to come. He seized his cock in his fist and pumped it hard, his arm muscles bulging, supplying the power behind his masturbation.
Within seconds, the rough hand job had its inevitable, intended result, and Leuthold’s hot white semen came spurting free from the piss slit in his prickhead. Twisting his body about with athletic agility, Laurent positioned his face so that Leuthold’s sperm shot directly into his open, waiting mouth.
“Yeah! Hell, yeah! Let me taste that cum—!” Laurent cried, before the thick wads of jism smacked into his mouth, coated his tongue, and forced him to emit muffled sounds of delight, instead of coherent speech.
“Fuck, yes, take it!” Leuthold responded, fervently. “I’m coming! Coming so damn hard! Take it! Take it all!”
With one oral sex act successfully filmed, the three performers didn’t pause, not even to catch their breath, before moving on to anal.
Nate was stroking his cock, so violently that the masturbation looked as though it could be more painful than pleasurable.
“Now,” he demanded. “Which one of you white boys wants to get fucked?”
“Both of us,” Leuthold said, breathlessly. He spoke for Laurent, who didn’t contradict him. “Me first, though, please. Your tongue in my ass—it’s gotten me so hot, I can’t stand it. I just have to have a cock in there. I just have to get fucked!”
“Take him,” Laurent urged Nate. “Fuck him. Just save something for me.”
On his hands and knees on the bed, Leuthold squealed shrilly, like a stuck pig, as Nate knelt behind himself and he unceremoniously drove his greased black cock in and out of the German’s convulsively agitated ass.
“Ah!” Leuthold yelled. “That’s some big dick you’re shoving up in me, you black brute! Motherfucking Christ!” he blasphemed. “That thing of yours, its tearing me apart!”
“Take it, dude,” Nate advised, callously. “Take it, white boy, and love it! We both know you do. Yeah—you like it. You like it a lot, don’t you?”
“I do—I do,” Leuthold sputtered.
“What a whore,” Laurent commented, cynically, from the sidelines. “And I ought to know! Fuck him, Nate. Yeah, fuck his ass! Give it to him, hard and rough. But remember—this is just a warmup, for me. I want your dick in my ass. Fucking me, just as hard. No—even harder, stud.”
Nate groaned. “Hearing you—talk like that—makes me want to blow!”
“Don’t,” Laurent urged. “Pull out of Leuthold. Come in me, instead. Goddamn it, I want you to breed me, fucker!”
“Spread it for me, then!” Nate shouted. “Get ready! Assume the position, you bitch! Because I am going to screw you, dude—right now!”
Savagely, Nate yanked his prick out of Leuthold’s anus, which made the German stud howl in protest. Without even pausing to catch his breath, Nate mounted Laurent instead, driving his dick between the Frenchmen’s butt cheeks, through his sphincter, deep into his anus. He humped him, like some sort a bizarre sex machine thrown into high gear, his cock flailing back and forth within Laurent’s hotly spasming asshole like an obscene phallic piston.
“Yeah!” Laurent screamed. “Fuck, yeah! Fuck—me!” he shrieked.
“Whore!” Nate bellowed.
“Damn right I am!” Laurent boasted. “Fuck my whore ass!”
“Bitch, you’re going to get it—my black dick slammed into your white ass!”
“Yeah! Oh, yeah!”
Frenzied though he was, Nate had enough self-control to remember to pull out of Laurent’s seething anus at the last possible moment. Cursing luridly, the black stud blasted his semen all over Laurent’s butt, soaking his hole from the outside. When he had stopped coming, when he knew he’d supplied the all-important come shot, Nate rammed his sperm-smeared dick back inside Laurent’s ass, fulfilling his promise to breed him with at least part of his load.
Chapter Seven: Extreme Muscle Worship
Laurent received a phone call, from a prospective client.
This wasn’t at all unusual, in his experience. Some johns wanted to contact him, establish a relationship with him, and be sure of what they’d be getting, before they committed themselves to booking Laurent’s services by reserving a slot on his website’s calendar. Laurent had learned that these men needed to be handled with patience and tact. They were often closeted, or married, cheating on their wives. Or, they had kinky desires, which they were embarrassed to discuss openly, until Laurent won their confidence and demonstrated his open-mindedness.
His prospective john identified himself as Pierre Munteanu. That sounded vaguely familiar.
Laurent had to think for a moment, but then he recognized the name.
Born Petre Munteanu, the guy was a professional bodybuilder, who lived in the city of Lyons. His father was Rumanian, his mother French. He was a heavyweight. Gossip circulated to the effect that he was gay. He’d Frenchified his given name to Pierre, for professional purposes, as a convenience. Laurent remembered having seen photos of the guy. He was a dark, brooding, saturnine hulk, the quintessential man whom you wouldn’t care to meet in a dark alley—unless, of course, you’d strayed into that dark alley in search of rough trade.
“I like the way you look, in your photos. But before I hire you—you ought to know I have special needs,” Munteanu said.
“Tell me about them.”
“I’m a bodybuilder. A pro bodybuilder. I’ve won all sorts of titles,” the man boasted.
“How nice for you. I bet you’re hot as fuck.”
“Guys go crazy over my body.”
“Oh, you’re getting me turned on,” Laurent purred, seductively. “I’d like to be given a chance to go crazy over it.”
“Maybe you will be. I’m coming to Marseille soon to compete in a physique contest. I get so goddamn tense, so worked up, getting ready for one of these shows. I just about jump out of my skin! And, afterward, whether I win or lose, I need to unwind. I need sex. But not just any sex. What I have to have, to calm myself down—it’s mutual muscle worship. Me getting off on the other guy’s physique. Him getting off on mine.”
“I understand perfectly.”
“Do you? Shit! You’re very nonjudgmental.”
“I like all kinds of sex,” Laurent said—truthfully.
“Looking at your pictures on your website, dude—aw, you’ve got one hell of a nice build! For an amateur.”
“I like to work out,” Laurent admitted. “I do it with a personal trainer. I’m sure I’m not in your league, though,” he suggested, laying on the flattery.
“No, you’re not,” the pro bodybuilder told him, bluntly, without any false modesty.
“I’d love to see a recent photo of your physique,” Laurent coaxed. “Preferably nude. I bet it’d really turn me on.”
“I’ve got plenty of them stored here on my phone. Wait. I’ll send you a few.” Pierre proceeded to do so.
Laurent responded to the photo gallery, with unfeigned enthusiasm. “Aw, fucking hell, dude, I think I’m going to faint! All those muscles. You’re a freaking god.”
“Want to play with me?”
“Yes—you bet—of course.”
“Okay, I’ll book you, for the night I’m in Marseille. I’ll get you a ticket, so you can see the show. I’ll pay you. I want an all-nighter. I’m going to want to suck and fuck after the contest, all night long. We’ve got to get it up and keep it up.”
“I’m all yours. At your complete disposal.”
“Want you to worship my motherfucking muscle bod,” the physique star moaned. “All night long! Get you so hot that you’ll come without even touching your dick. Just looking at my physique, admiring my muscles, touching them, lic
king them—yeah, that’ll do it for you. That’ll make you cream.” He sounded ready to begin a phone sex session, which wasn’t really Laurent’s thing, unless he got paid for it.
“I’m ready to worship you. Can’t wait to. See you then. Don’t worry,” Laurent assured the man. “If it’s worship you want, then it’s worship you’re going to get!”
Munteanu calmed down enough to discuss the arrangements with Laurent in more detail.
The guy sounded kind of freaky, in fact, but Laurent was used to dealing with kinky clients, putting up with their weird demands. And the muscle man’s credit card went through the system without any problem, paying for an all-night session in advance. That was all Laurent needed to know, all he really cared about!
Laurent subsequently did some research on his new john. There was plenty of information about him available on the internet, including still photos and video clips.
The steroid hulk was in fact rather short—which could be an advantage in the physique game, because his muscles looked imposing, even on his comparatively compact frame. He still weighed enough to compete as a heavyweight. In the photos and videos which Laurent viewed, in which the artificially sun-bronzed muscle stud glowered while he posed and flexed, nude except for a tiny pair of posing trunks and a coating of oil, he looked truly herculean—and so thickly muscled that Laurent wondered where the guy found clothes to fit him. He probably had to have most things altered by a tailor, or custom made.
Pierre was evidently popular, and he had a large following of loyal fans. He even had a nickname, a pun on his surname—“Montagne-u,” from the French word montagne, meaning “mountain.”
He should hustle, Laurent thought, idly. He’d probably do all right—rake in the cash. Although, looking at those big, round, hard glutes of his—God knows it’d probably be damn difficult to fit a stiff dick into the crack between them! You’d have to really shove in hard between those butt cheeks to find his hole, let alone get inside it. Could be a real liability, for a man whore, no matter how hot his body is!
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