The wreath of curly pubic hair around the base of Urban’s cock was in shadow, but his balls and the head of his dick caught the light. His piss slit was gaping wide open, ready to spit out its charge of semen—he hadn’t been exaggerating about how close he was to ejaculating!—and his dickhead was moist and shiny with the dribbled fluid.
When Bob just squatted there, a rapt look on his face, virtually worshipping Urban’s cock, Urban laughed, nervously, leaned forward a little himself, and placed his warm hands on Bob’s large bare shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze.
“Are you just going to look at it?” he mumbled.
Bob didn’t raise his head to look Urban in the face, but continued to contemplate his cock. “Why not? It’s worth looking at.”
“You’re embarrassing me. I know I’m not very well hung.”
“I beg to disagree. You’re hung just fine, and it really wouldn’t make all that much difference to me if you weren’t. Pardon me for staring. I just like to look at my food before I taste it, that’s all,” Bob teased him.
“It tastes as good as it looks, or so I’ve been told,” Urban hinted, gripping Bob’s massive shoulders more forcefully. “If you’re going to suck it, big man, then start sucking. Please! I’m so goddamn hot I can feel my jizz boiling in my balls.”
“If I suck it, will you come in my mouth? And give me a lot of cum to swallow?” Bob teased him, lewdly, mercilessly.
“Hell, yes. I’ll give you a big mouthful, big guy!”
Bob inched his face forward, until the tip of Urban’s fat, juicy, and now very wet and frustrated cock was rubbing against his unshaven cheek. He twisted his head toward the shaft, his parted lips caressing it lightly, his tongue emerging to lick the trembling flesh.
“Put your legs up over my shoulders,” he whispered, as he raised his hand to grasp the base of the cock and guide its tip toward his mouth, pausing the lick the glans and absorb the dripping pre-cum with his tongue. “Let me get in really close to you. Smother me while I suck your goddamn cock, man! Shove it down my throat and fuck me with it!”
Then, with a long, shuddering moan of pure lust, Bob opened his mouth wide and he stuffed the head and half the shaft of Urban’s dick inside his famished lips.
He went down on it completely, indifferent to his own comfort, until his nose was buried in the other man’s pubic hair and Urban’s balls impacted against his chin. Urban lifted his legs and threw them over his cocksucker’s massive shoulders, so that his crotch was crushed against Bob’s face and his prick was plunged all the way down Bob’s carefully cleared throat.
Bob sucked him avidly, wishing that his tight-assed straight teammates could see him now—on his knees in a hotel room, sucking cock and loving it! The sight might convert a few of them to his way of thinking. While he blew Urban, he slid his hands up the guy’s torso until his groping fingers could tease his sensitive nipples again, and Urban grunted and inhaled sharply, his cock swelling and throbbing inside the stud athlete’s firm oral grip.
His hands caressed the back of Bob’s neck, and then they plunged through his disheveled hair and began to push Bob’s mouth back and forth on the bloated shaft of his prick, fucking his face with brutal energy. It was obvious that he was tired of being teased!
“Suck me, you horny cocksucker!” he shouted, not giving a fuck if any of the guests in the neighboring rooms of the hotel could hear him. “Suck my fucking goddamn cock! Take my cum! Oh, God! Get ready! Get ready, man! Get ready to take my goddamn cum, to swallow it, fucker! Because I’m going to shoot!”
His buttocks rose from the table top, and his pelvis jackhammered against Bob’s face, reaming out his throat with his turgid, spasming cockhead.
The tortured penis burst, abruptly, like a bomb, sending a hot, wet shower of jism flying down Bob’s throat. The cocksucking athlete took it all, greedily, indeed exultantly. His lips slurped noisily around the exploding cockshaft, and his tongue licked Urban’s meat in a tireless effort to milk every last drop of liquid from him.
“Yours, too,” Urban gasped, after he pulled his wet prick from between Bob’s lips and slid off the table. “I want to suck your cock, too. And swallow your cum!”
Bob was still trying to catch his breath when Urban pushed him away from the table, knelt on the carpet between his legs, and swooped down on his own sadly neglected erection.
“I want to suck yours, too—!” Urban reiterated, choking on the words in his excitement, before he took Bob’s cockshaft in his hand and stuffed the thick head inside his mouth.
His head bobbed frantically up and down in Bob’s lap, and, while he blew him, he masturbated, using his other hand to keep his cock stiff and ready. After a few minutes, though, he stopped sucking, and he stood up and threw himself on one of the beds, flat on his back.
“Fuck me, Bob,” he gurgled, while he raised his legs in the air and began to play with his own asshole, spreading his butt cheeks with his hands and teasing the puckered aperture between them with two fingertips. “Go ahead and fuck me. Stick your big cock up my ass! Oh, I can’t wait to feel your prick going in there, filling me, screwing me, making me come again—!”
Bob was in no mood to refuse the lewd invitation! He got on top of Urban and began to push his cock between the other guy’s ass cheeks.
“Uh, lube?” Bob grunted. “Mine’s still packed in my suitcase—!”
“Mine’s right there in my freaking toilet kit!” Urban yelped.
Unzipping the small leather bag, Bob extracted a large tube of sex lubricant. He greased up his cock, which he repositioned in Urban’s butt cleft. Quickly, he located the hole and he penetrated it, just as quickly, but gently, inch by cautious inch. Urban moaned and writhed impatiently under him, already responding to this violation of his ass with a fierce, gloating delight.
“Fuck the hell out of my hole!” he demanded. “Fuck me! Push the rest of it in there—deep—all the way—ah!”
Urban wanted to be fucked so badly that he was able to force his asshole to relax and stretch around Bob’s phallic bulk, and Bob’s cock took full advantage of his anal compliance, as Bob eased it all the way inside the other man’s body.
When he was fully inserted, Bob stretched out on top of Urban and began to fuck him, humping him hard and fast, quickly getting a wild rhythm going.
“Yeah, like a cunt, stud,” Urban whimpered. “Oh, Christ, fuck me just like a cunt. Jesus, Bob, you’re driving me crazy with that big, hard, hot cock of yours, man! Fuck me, buddy, fuck my horny ass! And come in my ass, too, whenever you’re ready to shoot! You’re going to make me come again, you sexy bastard, you dirty fuck, you! I’m going to shoot again if you keep on screwing me like this. God, you’re incredible! And God, are you hung! And, God, do you ever know how to fuck! You’re like an animal, dude. Like an animal!”
Bob, for his part, couldn’t respond in words, couldn’t speak. Even his vocal cords seemed swollen into sexual rigidity inside his throat! He kissed Urban on the mouth, penetrating him with his tongue as well as with his cock. Urban seized his head in his hands, his fingers digging into Bob’s scalp, while he sucked wildly on the tongue which was raping his mouth.
Their crucifixes, and their chains, tangled together between their chests, the two images of the Savior colliding, as though they, too, were engaged in some obscene sex act.
And, all the while, Urban’s asshole flexed with desperate passion around Bob’s jackhammering prick, squeezing it, stroking it, milking it, with a whorish abandon which told Bob that he was most assuredly no anal virgin!
Bob really got off on fucking this dude’s hot, sexy, butch ass. The steady friction of Urban’s asshole all around his fuck tool brought him quickly to the melting point. With a hoarse shout of erotic triumph, Bob let go. He blasted his full load of sperm into his new fuck buddy’s rectum, flooding Urban’s guts with his thick, foaming cream.
“Take it all!” Bob yelled.
“Oh, I am, I am!”
“Take that
cum.”
“Your cock, leave it in me,” Urban begged. “Don’t take it out yet.”
Still humping him, Bob leaned back, so that he could grab Urban’s ankles and hold his legs up in the air, as though they were the wishbone extracted from the carcass of a cooked turkey.
“Jack off,” Bob urged the other man. “Make yourself come again. Let me see that big dick of yours shoot off!”
“Yes, yes—just keep fucking me,” Urban pleaded.
He stared up into his fucker’s face, still unable to believe that such a handsome, brawny young Hercules was screwing him. He used his fist on his cock and he played with his nipples with his other hand, pinching them violently, hurting himself, until both cones looked red, swollen, and even bruised. His dick leaped and twitched within his grip, like a small wild animal trying to escape from its captor.
“Fuck me, Bob, I’m there—I’m coming!” Urban finally hissed, his lips compressing to bare his teeth in a snarl of lust. His prick gave up the unequal struggle with his hand, and it surrendered its full load, in blast after blast of thick white cum which shot against Bob’s own belly and chest, soiling his brawny torso from throat to crotch,
“Holy shit!” Bob exclaimed, while his trick bathed him in his sperm like that, and Urban’s asshole seemed to contract around his cockshaft even more tightly, squeezing it in a way which was downright painful.
“Uh, I’m coming—I’m coming,” Urban announced, quite unnecessarily. Bob could see, hear, feel, and even smell that the guy was coming! He’d rarely seen a man fire off such a big load. especially not right after having already come once!
“What a big fucking load,” Bob commented.
“I saved it for you,” Urban confessed, sheepishly, when they lay together on the bed afterward, hugging and kissing, stretched out languidly on the mattress in a tangle of sweaty, semen-smeared limbs. “I’ve been pretty good lately—trying not to whore around so much. I was aching to get my rocks off all week, and when I saw you—! Well, that really got my motor running.”
“Mine was on overdrive, too. I was extra horny tonight, for some reason,” Bob admitted. He rumpled Urban’s damp hair, smoothing it back from his flushed forehead, and gave him a quick, but tender, kiss. “We’d better get some sleep. We’ve both got classes, in the morning.”
Urban hugged him. “Yeah. I guess there are other things in life to worry about, in addition to pumping iron, and sex.”
“Yeah—unfortunately!” Bob chuckled, as he and his buddy settled down for the night. He kissed Urban goodnight.
But then, as he fell asleep, Bob couldn’t help speculating about who new sexual adventures would come his way, for him to “worry” about, in the near future. Whatever form they took, though, he was confident that he was ready for them.
Chapter Thirty-Three: Bad Girls and Boys
Mirella patronized the fashion house at which Mirella worked. Mirella often waited on her, and the two women became friendly—to the extent that, deciding she wanted to get to know Vanessza better, Mirella invited her to join her for lunch one day.
At the restaurant, while enjoying their meal and some wine, the two women discovered that they something else in common in addition to their interest in clothes. Namely, that each of them was involved with a promiscuous, bisexual bodybuilder! And with more than one, on occasion!
Lunch became a cheerful male-bashing session.
“Let’s face it, men are just dogs,” Vanessza said.
“Dogs—or tomcats, in Tibor’s case,” Mirella agreed.
“I get so fed up sometimes, I’m tempted to do something really perverse. Such as fuck a straight guy!”
Mirella giggled. “That’d be novelty for me, too. I’ve forgotten what it’s like!”
“But I must say one thing for bisexual men,” Vanessza conceded. “If Adolar is at all representative of them … then sucking all that cock somehow doesn’t stop them from being exceptionally good at cunnilingus. If anything, it seems to improve their technique. The things Adolar knows how to do to me with his tongue—!”
“Tibor, too,” Mirella confessed. “When he goes down on me—God, it’s like having some sort of a slippery, wriggly little animal squirming around inside my cunt!”
Fueled by more wine, the conversation became increasingly raunchier.
“Tell me, Mirella. When Tibor’s in bed with you, and he rolls over on top of you to have sex … isn’t it like finding yourself under a sack filled with rocks, all of a sudden!”
“Hell, yes! Fucking a bodybuilder … it’s hard to get a grip on them, they’re so hard, all over. Isn’t it?”
“Damn right. One day I treated myself to a manicure. That night, Adolar was screwing me. I tried to grab hold of his ass, to, ah—you know?”
“Make sure he stayed all the way inside you while he was pumping away?”
“Exactly.”
“Oh, how well I know exactly what you’re talking about!” Mirella exclaimed.
“Anyway, the son of bitch’s glutes are so hard, I couldn’t dig my fingertips into them—without breaking two of my nails!” Vanessza complained.
“And when they’re ‘on the juice,’ as they call it—”
“Don’t get me started! Their sex drive actually goes up, which is almost too much of a good thing. Adolar’s pounded my pussy so hard I’ve begged him to put in my behind instead, just to give me some relief. Talk about ‘roid rage.’ We ought to be able to collect combat pay.”
The two women continued to compare notes.
“We’ve been very unladylike,” Mirella protested, not very convincingly, as she paid the bill. “No, this is my treat,” she insisted, when Vanessza offered to pay her half. “I haven’t this much fun in a long time. Not outside of bed, that is!”
“Me, either. And if you think I’ve behaved in an unladylike way here,” Vanessza said. “You should see me when I really get going, in the bedroom.”
“What a great idea. We should all get together. You and Adolar, me and Tibor. Ah—I don’t mean for a foursome. I mean, just so the guys can get to know each other. I know that Tibor would be thrilled to meet a pro bodybuilder and a real porn star like Adolar.”
“And I know Adolar would be happy to meet Tibor, if he’s half the stud you describe him as being. I’m afraid Adolar will put the make on your boyfriend, though.”
“And I’m sure Tibor will throw himself at your husband. Dogs sniffing each other’s butts, like we said.”
“Well—come to think of it—there’s no reason why the two of them shouldn’t get together, is there? As long as we’re both included, too? Why not a foursome?”
“Wow, Vanessza—what a deliciously decadent idea!”
“Let’s do it.”
“Yeah, let’s!”
Predictably, Adolar was receptive to the idea of a foursome, when Vanessza ran it by him.
“It’s not that the boys”—by which he meant Bob and Urban—“haven’t been keeping us busy,” Adolar told his wife. “But a new man, fresh beef—that’s always welcome.”
Vanessza shook her head. “I hope you’re not planning to be this crude when you first meet Mirella and Tibor. I’ve warned her about what an animal you can be, but still—!”
“I’ll be good in front of our guests,” Adolar promised, with an impish grin. “Until you give me the signal that it’s time to start being bad, and then I’ll show them what real hospitality can be like! This going to be great. We’re on a roll. First that threesome with Urban, last weekend. And now a foursome!”
“Don’t remind me about last weekend.”
“Why not? You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
“We may have gotten a bit carried away.”
Adolar frowned. “I think so. Assuming such a thing is even possible, which I doubt. And I seem to recall you taking charge of the fuck, much of the time. Telling Urban and me what you wanted us to do to each other, and to you. Pitting us against each other, in a friendly sort of a sexual com
bat, to see which of us was the better stud—!”
“I remember it different,” Vanessza said, primly. “That night—it wasn’t a physique contest. You two weren’t competing. There wasn’t any prize to be awarded.”
“Sure there was,” Adolar insisted. “The prize was pussy. And Urban and I both earned it. I guess, in that sense, it was a tie.”
“You’re nothing but a couple of filthy, degenerate pigs, both of you. To that extent, yes, it was a competition—to see which of you is the biggest, most selfish, inconsiderate jerk. And it was a tie. You’re both equally disgusting.”
“Selfish? Inconsiderate? I beg to differ. I remember Urban and me busting our asses, and our balls, working hard to make sure that you got off, too, my love. And you got off more than once, didn’t you, thanks to us?”
“Um,” Vanessza mumbled, noncommittedly, although she had to admit that Adolar had a point. She always hated it when he was right, and he got the better of her in a discussion.
For all her liberal attitudes and sense of sexual adventurousness, there were moments when Vanessza gave in to a long-suppressed but lingering puritanism. Then, she asked herself whether she and her husband didn’t occasionally go too far, in their pursuit of pleasure.
On the occasion she and Adolar had just been discussing, Bob hadn’t been available, because of a family obligation. But his buddy Urban had, as always, labored manfully to satisfy the lusty married couple. The sexy blond muscle pup was truly bisexual. He didn’t seem to care which gender, male or female, he was with at any given moment, not so long as he got off!
Vanessza remembered, with a strange combination of shame and defiant, womanly sexual pride, some of the sexual excesses which she, Urban, and Adolar had performed together on that fateful Friday night—and again, when the three of them woke up in bed together on Saturday morning.
She remembered leaning over Adolar’s groin, with Urban’s ardent young face next to hers, while both of them, she and Urban, swabbed Adolar’s cock with their tongues, and, with his encouragement, they took turns sucking him. Adolar wanted to see which of them gave better head! Vanessza couldn’t remember which of them, she or Urban, had won that contest—had earned the title of the better cocksucker.
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