Adolar succeeded in getting Bob into bed by the simple expedient of flattering the strapping young lad on his bodybuilding progress.
“You’re looking large and in charge,” he declared, looking Bob up and down. “You’ve put on some muscle lately.”
“Have I?” Bob responded, innocently. Basking in the older guy’s praise, he preened a little.
“When was the last time you measured yourself?”
“I don’t know. A while ago.”
“Let’s do it now,” Adolar suggested.
Bob stripped down, and Adolar went to work on him with a measuring tape, getting more than a little touchy-feely in the process. A little uncomfortable at first, Bob soon got aroused, unable to conceal his chemically-enhanced boner. Adolar was brazenly stiff-dicked, too, which Bob didn’t fail to notice.
Bob suggested that Adolar lose his clothes, too, so Bob could measure him.
Increasingly confident in front of the camera, Bob handled this bit of acting rather well. He and Adolar were soon embracing and kissing, pressing their naked bodies, their mouths, and their cocks together, rubbing, moaning.
From that point on, and dialogue could safely be more-or-less improvised, without any need to stick to the script. After all, it was pretty clear just how this intimate family drama was going to turn out!
The two men retired into one of the house’s guest bedrooms, which was standing in as Bob’s bedroom. Adolar’s calculating, adulterous character was too shrewd to risk messing up the marital bed during his wife’s absence! Moments later, they were naked on Bob’s bed, going at it with their customary lusty mutual abandon, no longer really playacting, but enjoying themselves the way they so often did in real life. Adolar let Bob suck him for a little while. Bob had been practicing his cocksucking with the same diligence he brought to his weight training, and he’d quickly gotten very good at it. Now, his talented mouth gave his “stepfather” a great deal of pleasure as it worked on his cock. But Adolar was already too excited by the sight of the muscular college boy’s cute little bubble butt. Quickly availing himself of a condom and an application of lube, Adolar invited his bodybuilder protégé to sit on his dick.
Bob was the complaisant type. Without hesitation, he’d impaled himself on Adolar’s erection. Soon, squatting over the other man’s groin, he was bouncing up and down, riding Adolar, who for all practical purposes could simply lie there while Bob fucked himself on his cock. Every now and then, though, Adolar did make a token thrust, if only to introduce some variety into the anal pounding Bob was receiving from him.
“For a guy who’s always behaved as though he was one hundred per cent straight, you certainly seem to like my cock. You really are a hot-assed, insatiable little muscle bitch, aren’t you?” Adolar gasped. This was the crass “stepdad’s” idea of a compliment.
Bob, far from being offended, accepted his fucker’s blunt praise in the spirit in which it was intended. “And you’re quite a stud,” he responded. “God! I think that big thing of yours is getting even thicker and harder inside me than it felt like at first. Now it feels huge. It’s really stretching me open and filling me up. Oh, man, I really like what your cock is doing to my ass!”
Adolar grunted.
Not for the first time, he was struck by the difference between men’s and women’s sexual responses.
A woman almost always took longer to arouse than a man. It was a slower, more gradual process. In its way, though, that could be just as exciting for Adolar, because it presented him with a chAdolarge. And the payoff was often spectacular. Once a female sex partner got thoroughly warmed up, she could really get into the act, casting all of her usual inhibitions aside. That was what Adolar especially enjoyed—knowing that his lovemaking could make a lady behave like a whore. And, of course, women were often multi-orgasmic. Coming once usually didn’t satisfy them; it only made them eager to climax again.
A man, by contrast, was quicker on the trigger—and he only had so many shots loaded in him at once, which he could fire off in close succession. After that, he’d need to rest and recuperate, before he was ready for action again.
That was one reason why Adolar liked having two or more men in bed with him at once. It was always wise to have a spare erection on hand!
At the moment, though, Bob was doing just fine at satisfying Adolar, all on his own.
“Let’s try a different position, my boy,” Adolar suggested to Bob.
“Okay. Whatever you want.”
Adolar fucked Bob some more, this time with Bob sprawled flat on his back, with his legs high in the air and held obscenely wide open by Adolar’s hands gripping his ankles, while Adolar’s cock pistoned itself brutally in and out between the young muscle man’s upraised buttocks. In this position, Adolar could be more proactive, maintaining a greater control of the fuck.
Bob jerked himself off while he was fucked, his cock feeling much larger and stiffer than it usually did, so great was his excitement, as it twitched in his fist.
“Fuck me, big man—oh, fuck me,” he repeated, frantically. “Keep pounding that big stud cock of yours into my hole. Oh, God—you’re doing it to me, dude. I’m going to come!”
“Go right ahead. Shoot your fucking load,” Adolar encouraged him. He grinned, under the wet layer of sweat that coated his handsome face. “Shoot that jism all over me, little buddy. I want to see your hot, wet cum fly all over the goddamn place, and land on us both.”
That did it for Bob. Hearing the dirty talk pulled his trigger. Like an overheated piece of artillery, his phallic weapon reared back within the tight grip of his fist—and then it fired, spilling its liquid load all over his own body and Adolar’s. Adolar let go of Bob’s left leg and, breathing hard, still screwing him energetically, he rubbed Bob’s semen all over himself, smearing his heaving chest and his stiff nipples, in particular, with the slippery natural ointment.
Then, continuing to put on a good, provocative show for the camera, Adolar raised his fingers to his lips and noisily sucked them clean. The taste of Bob’s cum seemed to set off his own detonation, far up inside Bob’ asshole. Within seconds, Adolar was coming, too. But he was too much of a pro to forget to provide the all-important cum shot. He yanked his cock free from Bob’s butthole a split-second before he began to ejaculate His body convulsed with helpless pleasure, after he ripped the condom from his cock and flung it aside. Without needing to touch his rigid, fiercely throbbing penis, let alone stroking it, he unloaded his sperm in awesome quantities, spraying it all over Bob’s quaking body.
“How’d that feel?” Adolar asked.
“Great!”
“You’re a good fuck,” Adolar declared.
“And you’re quite a stud,” Bob replied. “I couldn’t help myself—I just went crazy when you started to give my asshole a pounding like that. I love to get fucked! Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Keep your cock hard, if you can, and shove it back in my ass. Please,” he added.
“Hmm, I’m not used to hearing you be so polite when you talk to me. Don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet, son. I have every intention of doing what we just did all over again. I’m still hard,” Adolar pointed out.
“You sure are. Doesn’t that thing of yours ever go soft?”
“Not for long,” Adolar admitted. “Give me a few minutes to catch my breath, and I’ll show you. I’ll be ready to go again before you know it.”
But Adolar required only a few moments’ rest, not a few minutes’ worth. Almost immediate, he reinserted himself inside Bob’s eager anus. He began to thrust back and forth inside Bob’s anal sheath again. Groaning with helpless pleasure, Bob tightened his sphincter and his internal anal muscles, squeezing them around his fucker’s thick, inflexible shaft. Once again, he surrendered his body to his bisexual lover—unreservedly, passionately. This porn stuff was hard work, but it was also pure pleasure.
The two men settled in for another long, hard ride.
“Ride it, boy,” Adolar demanded. “Ride my cock, you hot-assed l
ittle muscle bitch! That’s right. Fuck yourself on it. Why should I do all the work? Up and down, baby … just go right on sliding that hot, tight butt of yours up and down on my big, hard dick. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“It feels great,” Bob groaned. “Oh, your cock feels so good in my ass! But … Mom must never find out about this!”
“Don’t worry,” Adolar assured his “stepson.” He grunted, when Bob’s anal muscles contracted around the bulk of his prickshaft. “I’m very good at hiding things from her. Uh, keep doing it like that, son. Squeeze your ass against my dick just like that.”
“After this,” Bob groaned, “after all this—I guess I ought to start calling you ‘Dad,’ after all.”
“That’d be nice,” Adolar agreed.
Chapter Thirty-Five: Why Stop Now?
A porn video was much like the products of a respectable movie studio, in one respect. Even when a porn video had a rudimentary plot line, scenes weren’t necessary shot in chronological sequence.
Bob had successfully completed his contribution to the production. But, at Imre’s invitation, he remained in the house, so that he could observe Adolar and Ildiko doing their sex scene together.
“It could be educational for you, kid,” Imre explained. “Seeing a real pro like Adolar in action.”
“I’m sure it will be,” Bob replied. “But, as a matter of fact, I just saw him action, when he and I did out scene. I felt him, too,” he added, ruefully. “My ass is still sore.”
“Yours, and every other guy’s with whom Adolar’s worked. The stud’s a sex machine, isn’t he? You just flip the switch, and he fucks. Anyway—participating in a scene, actually doing the sex, isn’t quite the same as standing back and observing it, more or less objectively. So—watch and learn.”
The token straight sex scene, intended to be inserted into an otherwise exclusively gay male video, consisted of Adolar and Ildiko, playing the husband and wife, discussing her son, before indulging in a marital fuck.
The house’s master bedroom served as the couple’s bedroom.
Ildiko wore a spaghetti-strap slip in peach-colored silk with lilac-colored lace on the bodice and the hem. She was wearing full makeup—ostensibly, to go to bed and sleep. It was another example of porn’s freewheeling attitude toward strict verisimilitude.
She and Adolar began a running conversation while Adolar got undressed—slowly, for the benefit of the camera—and used the bathroom, getting ready for bed.
“I’m worried about Denes,” Ildiko said. Denes was the name the scriptwriter had given Bob’s character.
“How so?”
“He’s been so rebellious, lately. And so rude to you. He wasn’t raised that way.”
“Oh, he’s just going through a phase. All boys his age do,” Adolar suggested, dismissively.
Adolar’s nighttime bathroom routine—caught on camera—was concluded, and he came back into the bedroom, unselfconsciously nude. His penis, the subject of so much discussion and the object of so many gay men’s fantasies, swung between his huge, hard-muscled thighs in a relaxed state of post-urination flaccidity. Staying in character as the demure wife, pretending that she wasn’t aware that she was doing so, Ildiko let her eyes focus for a moment on her lover’s endowment. The tip of some men’s penises could be quite peculiarly shaped. Adolar’s plump pink cockhead, however, was nicely symmetrical: it resembled the ready-to-open bloom of certain varieties of tulips.
Adolar slid into bed beside Ildiko.
“Maybe Denes is frustrated, because he doesn’t have much of a sex life,” he remarked.
“He’s too young to have any kind of sex life!” Ildiko protested, managing to deliver the line with a straight face.
“He doesn’t seem to show much interest in girls.”
Ildiko gasped. “Are you saying … he could be gay?”
“Oh, not necessarily. Maybe just confused.”
“Well, thank God you’re not confused, darling,” Ildiko purred, her character speaking with unconscious irony. “There’s nothing sexually ambivalent about you.”
“Nothing whatsoever,” Adolar lied. “Hmm, don’t you look pretty tonight?” He ran one fingertip down from the side of Ildiko’s neck to her shoulder, in the process hooking one strap of her slip and lowering it around her upper arm. His fingertip lingered on her firm flesh. “Are you wearing panties under that?” he asked.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Adolar’s other hand disappeared under the bedclothes draped over Ildiko’s waist. He caressed her bare thigh, then found the bottom hem of her slip and pushed it upward. His searching fingers encountered a pair of lace-trimmed silk panties. His fingers began to explore the texture of the lace.
“Found anything you like?” Ildiko asked.
“I always do.” With his free hand, Adolar was careful to pull the bedclothes away from both their bodies and toss them aside on the bed, so that the camera could get a good closeup of what he was doing.
Ildiko sighed contentedly, while Adolar continued to touch her intimately, now with both hands. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “You must have had an especially good, hard workout at the gym, before you came home tonight. You always seem to be all charged up after you’ve done your iron pumping. And you’re never too tired to pump something else!”
“Bodybuilding increases a man’s testosterone level,” Adolar murmured. “And his sex drive.” He stopped stroking Ildiko’s shoulder and arm, but only long enough to reach over, slide his hand under the bodice of the slip, and cup his palm around one large, firm breast, letting his thumb brush in rapid strokes across the taut nipple.
Ildiko’s entire body quivered in response. She had always been an exceptionally responsive sex partner, and Adolar, after having performed with her in previous videos, knew how to get the best out of her. She let out her breath in a moan of mingled delight and invitation that had his whole body clenching in betrayal of his own sexual need, his muscles bunching up the way they did during a strenuous posing routine.
He touched her moist lips with one fingertip, which she licked with a wanton suggestiveness.
Adolar’s other hand was still busy deftly pulling Ildiko’s panties down over her legs.
A rush of warm air accompanied the loss of her panties, and then, with the hot lamps positioned around the bed beating down on her, beads of perspiration appeared on Ildiko’s flesh, like dewdrops glistening on the petals of a rose. But an even more intense heat, one of internal origin, immediately followed when Adolar replaced his hard, hot hand at the juncture of her thighs. A deep pulsing rhythm took hold of her, starting where his hand pressed so intimately against her and traveling to every nerve ending her body possessed. She arched up into his waiting palm.
“Rub my pussy, baby,” she urged him. “Rub my pussy and make it purr.”
“Damn, but you feel good.” His lust-hoarsened voice made her heart pound in reaction. “I love touching your clit. It’s like a warm little pearl tucked in there between your cunt lips.”
She forced her eyes open and looked at him. His own eyelids were shut tight, his jaw clenched; he was concentrating on what he was doing to her, his own need as intense as hers, even though it was momentarily sidelined. He opened his eyes and smiled at her.
“Get that slip off so we can fuck naked,” Adolar whispered, fiercely.
Ildiko shed the slip. Nude, she abandoned herself to him. She rested her head back against the pillow and relaxed her thighs, opening herself to him even wider, to show him how much she wanted it. As he settled into a sensual rhythm, waves of pleasure rippled through her, first building, then easing up, but easing up only to rush through her again, more insistent than before. The sounds of animalistic lust emerging from deep in her throat ought to have embarrassed her, but they didn’t.
Those lewd moans coming from deep within her excited him, as did the sight and the sensation of her legs relaxing, opening wide, inviting him to continue his explorations. Adolar sucke
d in a ragged breath. He was already damn close to ejaculating, even though neither of them had so much as touched his now stiffened and grossly distended cock. He forced himself to ignore the throbbing in his loins, to concentrate not on satisfying and coming himself but on making Ildiko come.
He picked up the pace with one hand on her breast, easing his middle finger inside her smooth, wet vaginal heat with the other. She gasped more loudly. Lowering his head, he drew the tip of her nipple into his mouth and tugged gently on it with his teeth. That was all it took.
The spasm hit her hard, and she arched off the bed. The moist clenching and unclenching around his probing finger hit him even harder. Her strong cunt muscles nipped at his finger as though they wanted to bite it off and draw it deep inside her. His own body was getting close to the breaking point, and she hadn’t even touched him. He had closed his eyes again, but now he opened them in time to watch her face contort with the pleasure he was giving her.
“Lover, oh, lover! Don’t make me wait. Fuck me! Now!” The demand burst from her lips unexpectedly, and the sound triggered an intense reaction in him, one so strong that he could no longer remain in control.
He reached out blindly, groping for the condom which had been placed at the ready under the pillow on his side of the bed, and his hand touched Ildiko’s. She was feeling for the foil packet containing the rubber, too. Ildiko always insisted that her male costars use protection when they screwed her.
“Put it on quick,” she whispered, still breathless from her orgasm, as her fingers closed around the packet and pushed it into his palm.
Adolar ripped the packet open, extracted the condom, and deftly rolled it down over his aching cock. But when he reached out toward the nightstand for the tube of lubricant which was also set out there, Ildiko’s hand shot out and closed around his wrist, restraining him.
“I’m so wet,” she panted. “No lube. Just put it in me. Oh, put it in me quick!”
He straddled her until their bodies aligned, grinding himself hard against her, searching for the ultimate satisfaction he’d deliberately denied them both up until now. Her thighs locked around his waist, and he angled his latex-sheathed cock downward, inserting it into the wet slit between her pulsing vaginal lips.
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