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  “Go on, give it to me,” he pleaded.

  Konrad pushed forward more boldly, and his penis penetrated the aperture. Sandor let out a sigh as his anus accepted the intruder, and Konrad moved his hand from his cock to Sandor’s. Slowly, expertly milking the hot, turgid flesh, Konrad pushed again, and he was rewarded when he felt the other young man’s tiny anal opening give way and welcome home. A fourth thrust was all it took to bury his hard-on completely inside that narrow, steamy anus. Sandor squirmed against him, but it was obvious to Konrad that the blond stud was experiencing more pleasure than discomfort.

  Konrad’s fingertips dug into Sandor’s ass cheeks, holding the other guy’s pelvis in position, while he began to work his prick back and forth inside the seething asshole. He was already looking forward to dumping a second thick, hot load of cum, this time into his gym buddy’s sexy ass. Even though he’d already shot once, Konrad could feel that second ejaculation gathering force in his balls. He wished he could screw Sandor all night long. But, as lustful as he felt at the moment, he’d be lucky if he could prolong the fuck for more than a few minutes. Deciding to make the most of every second of that time, Konrad concentrated on giving Sandor’s butt a good, thorough plowing.

  “Oh, my God,” Sandor whispered.

  “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “No, you’re not. What you’re doing is making me hot. So hot that all I can think about is how good your cock feels in there. How much I want to come, while you’re fucking me.”

  “That’s what I’ve got on my mind, too. How hot your hole is, boy. What a great fuck you are. How I can’t wait to come in your sweet ass. Uh, at this rate, I’m not going to have wait long. I’m getting close. So close!”

  “Come whenever you want.”

  “Fire when ready, huh? You’d better be ready. I’m almost there,” Konrad warned.

  Konrad used his hands to squeeze Sandor’s ass cheeks together, trapping his dick between them. He pulled his cock completely out of the tight hole, enjoying the way the buttocks rubbed against the sides of his shaft as he did so. He paused for a beat, and then rammed himself in again.

  “Ah!” Sandor cried. “Don’t tease me! Keep it in me!”

  Konrad obliged. He could feel the telltale in tingling his prick. His body was tightening up, getting ready to propel jets of sperm through the core of his cock, out through the piss slit, and into Sandor’s manhole. Sandor rocked his hips wildly from side to side, jerking his lower body up to meet each of his fucker’s pounding downward thrusts. The blond bodybuilder squeezed his sphincter and his internal anal muscles to keep the other muscle man’s cock stuck inside his ass. All the while, Sandor was jacking himself off, his fist pumping away in a rapid motion which matched the rhythm of the fucking Konrad was giving him.

  “Do you like being my boy? Do you like being my bitch?” Konrad asked, feverishly.

  “I do! Oh, I do!” Sandor whimpered.

  “Fucked—you’re getting your sexy little muscle ass fucked,” Konrad declared. “My cock’s in there, in between your glutes, reaming out your hole—!”

  “I love it. I love it! Fuck me harder.”

  “Enjoy it while it lasts, baby. I think I’m going to come!” Konrad exclaimed.

  But in fact it was Sandor who was the first to shoot. His whole muscular body was seized and shaken by the throes of orgasm, and he cried out, emitting sharp, animal-like yelps. His muscles tensed and quivered under Konrad’s, while he clawed at the rumpled bedsheets with his hands.

  Seeing, feeling, and hearing Sandor come like that was too much for Konrad. His frantic body motions and his orgasmic shouts matched the blond boy’s, as his first spurt of semen shot into Sandor’s spasming bowel. Both men could feel Konrad’s cock erupting, deep inside Sandor, its jettisoned cum soaking Sandor’s prostate. There was that merciful, blissful release of built-up tension, that sense of having every frustration suddenly appeased.

  The two bodybuilders grappled together like nude wrestlers for a few moments, still expelling their seed, until their final spasms rippled through their hot, sweaty bodies and their limbs could relax at last.

  Letting out a weary but contented sigh, Konrad collapsed on top of his playmate. He kissed Sandor passionately on the mouth, exploring its interior with his tongue, while his hands roamed over the other muscular body, massaging the hot, sweat-dampened flesh.

  “Whose boy are you?” Konrad demanded.

  “You’re—all yours—!”

  “Damn right.”

  Chapter Eleven: While the Wife’s Away

  Konrad supposed that he was “over” Jakob. Reality had trumped fantasy. The two guys continued to be friendly, and they agreed to be fuck buddies, willing to get together for some casual sex every now and then. They also promised to call upon each other, should either of them have a john who wanted a second bodybuilder for a threesome. As hustlers, they worked well together, as a team. But Konrad no longer obsessed over Jakob in the feverish, quasi-romantic way he once had.

  After all, Konrad now had Sandor, who was in a sense a younger, fresher, and much more accommodating version of Jakob. Not as brutally masculine as Jakob, Sandor was boyishly butch by comparison. Some gay men might find this less exciting. But Sandor was a great-looking guy, with a hot body and a nice personality. And he adored Konrad, which was a big plus from Konrad’s point of view. Worshipping Jakob hadn’t gotten Konrad very far. He much preferred being the one who was revered.

  By coincidence, the topic of threesomes came up, on another occasion.

  One evening, Konrad and Sandor happened to be working out together at The Body Shop, when Todor was there, too. After exchanging nods and smiles with Konrad across the weight room floor, Todor then managed to intercept him, one on one, later, at the drinking fountain. Once again, the gym’s “watering hole” proved itself to be a spot where fruitful interactions took place among the members.

  “Is that pretty blond muscle pup your boyfriend?” Todor inquired.

  “Sandor and I are just friends,” Konrad said.

  “Friends who fuck?”

  “Well,” Konrad mumbled, a bit sheepishly. “Yeah.”

  “If I had a friend who looked like him, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off him, either. Aren’t you going to introduce me to him?”

  “Sure. Assuming I can trust you around him. I saw him first.”

  Todor laughed. “I’ll try to control myself. But, wait. First—I want to see you again.”

  “Of course. When would you like to get together?”

  “Katalin’s going to be out of town this weekend,” Todor said. “She’s visiting her family, in Szeged. I can take or leave my in-laws, so I’m staying home this time. That means I’ll be all on my own. Katalin’s so understanding. She’s told me to amuse myself while she’s away. And I know just what would really amuse me. How’d you two guys like to come to my place on Saturday night and keep me company?”

  “I’d love to, but I don’t know about Sandor.”

  “Doesn’t he hustle?”

  “Ah—as a matter of fact—he doesn’t. And I don’t know how he feels about threesomes, for that matter.”

  “Maybe you can show him the ropes—when it comes to both things,” Todor suggested, excitedly.

  “Maybe.”

  “A young stud like him needs a smart role model like you to mentor him.”

  Konrad had to laughed. “Oh, ‘mentoring’—that’s what we’re calling it now, are we?”

  “Call it what you will. Here’s what I propose. Introduce me to him. I’ll extend the invitation, but I’ll say I don’t need an answer right away. We won’t say anything about sex, although I suppose it’ll be obvious that’s what I have in mind. We won’t mention money, either. You can discuss it with Sandor and then call me, later. I’ll pay you both the same amount that I paid you last time. A night of relaxation and fun, and money in you two guys’ pockets afterward. Who loses in this deal? No one. Okay?”

  “Oka
y,” Konrad agreed. “I think I can talk Sandor into it.”

  Konrad led Todor over to where Sandor was resting, waiting for him. The three men had a nice little chat, before they resumed their workouts.

  When he was alone with Sandor, later, Konrad brought up the subject of the invitation.

  “You like Todor, don’t you?” he asked.

  “Yeah. He seems like a very nice guy,” Sandor replied.

  “We really should go to his place on Saturday night, since he was nice enough to ask us. Wait’ll you see their apartment. It’s really luxurious.”

  The reference to “their” apartment reminded Sandor that Todor was married.

  “I’m assuming he’s bisexual?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” Konrad confirmed.

  “Does his wife know?”

  Konrad bit his lip. “Oh, yes. She sure does.” He tried to keep a straight face. There was no need for Sandor to know—for now—about the full extent of Konrad’s involvement with the married couple. “It’s all open and aboveboard. There’s no sneaking around. Katalin knows he’s not going to be sitting there at home alone while she’s in Szeged. She expects him to have his fun.”

  “He wants to have sex with both of us.” It wasn’t a question. “That’s why he’s invited us to hang out with him.”

  “Exactly,” Konrad said, in a blandly casual tone of voice.

  “I’ve never been in a threesome,” Sandor admitted.

  “Then maybe it’s time you gave it a try. And you find Todor attractive, don’t you?”

  “Yeah. I take it—when you’ve been to his place before—you and he, ah—?”

  “Right,” Konrad said. “We fucked. He’s very good in bed. You’re not jealous, are you?”

  “A little,” Sandor admitted. “But I know you don’t like that, so I’ll try to get over it.”

  “Good man.”

  “This thing on Saturday night. Well, I’ll do it, if you want me to.”

  “That’s the spirit. It’ll be fun. You’ll see.” Then it was time to broach the delicate subject of male prostitution. “Todor is a very generous guy,” Konrad remarked.

  But Sandor was perhaps less naïve about certain things than Konrad had assumed. “Does he pay you for sex?” he asked.

  “Uh, yeah.”

  “Wow! A good-looking guy like that, who could probably pick up men without any trouble, you know, for free? I’m surprised he pays for it.”

  “It’s a convenience for him,” Konrad suggested. “And he doesn’t mind shelling out the money. He’ll pay us both, you know.”

  “Will he? That’s kind of hot. Having sex with two guys at once, one of them you, the other one a good-looking dude like him—and being paid for it. Damn, it’s like something you’d see in a porn video.”

  Obviously, Sandor was willing. He wanted in on the deal.

  Konrad called Todor to accept the invitation.

  “Be gentle with Sandor,” Konrad advised Todor. “Remember he’s kind of new to all this.”

  Todor laughed. “Not a jaded man whore like the two of us, is that what you’re saying? Don’t worry, Konrad. I won’t do anything to scare off your sexy stud boyfriend. But between the two of us, we’ll make a man of him.”

  During the drive to Todor’s place on Saturday evening, Konrad gave Sandor some basic coaching. A course in Introductory Hustling, so to speak.

  “Take your lead from me,” he urged. “Don’t be nervous, just relax and be yourself. Unlike some johns, Todor doesn’t put any pressure on you to perform, so if you decide you need a break, just say so. I can always jump in and fool around with him in the meanwhile, while you’re recuperating. Don’t bring up the subject of the money. He’ll give it to us before we leave, and there’ll be a little extra in it. Whatever you do, don’t count it in front of him. Just say ‘thank you,’ put it away, and smile. If this evening goes well—and I’m sure it will—he’ll invite us back.” And, Konrad thought, after Todor tells Katalin all about Sandor, she’ll undoubtedly want him, too. I’ll have to make it clear that Sandor and I are a package deal. No hiring Sandor behind my back! And, of course, I’ll need to find out how receptive Sandor is to screwing a woman. With any luck, that hot-cunted bitch Katalin will have three guys fucking her, providing her with stud service, and the two of us taking care of her sexy husband, too. Jesus, this hustling can get kind of complicated, at times—!

  “You sound as though you’re experienced at this sort of thing,” Sandor remarked, interrupting Konrad’s line of thought.

  “Experienced enough, I guess,” was Konrad’s rather evasive response.

  At Todor’s apartment, it was the same thing as before, only all-male, this time. They chatted briefly, but then they got undressed and soaked in the hot tub, where they proceeded to indulge in a great deal of groping and fooling around. On this occasion, the cocktails were banana daiquiris, made with spiced rum, and once again they were not only drunk directly from glasses, but lapped up as “body shots,” after being poured over various body parts. Sandor became a bit drunk and giggly, which Todor seemed to find delightful, so Konrad, who was pacing his own consumption of the alcohol, didn’t feel that it was necessary for him to intervene and suggest moderation.

  Soon, they climbed out of the tub, dried off, and went into the bedroom.

  Feeling pleasantly relaxed, although aroused, Konrad was in the mood to suck some cock. He plunged his mouth down on Todor’s cock and took it all—every inch—and he began to suck the married man with real gusto, pulling Todor’s cockhead far back into his throat and suppressing his gag reflex so that he could take the meaty male organ straight to the hilt without choking on it. Konrad could tell that he was doing a good job, that Todor was enjoying the hot blow job and deep-throating, because of the tension in the john’s legs around him, and the deep groans of satisfaction rippling up from Todor’s throat, which left no doubt that he liked being the recipient of this kind of oral attention. Yeah, the guy liked it a lot!

  Observing the much more experienced hustler at work, Sandor was impressed.

  “Christ,” he muttered. “You’re really sucking him, aren’t you, big guy? You’ve got his whole fucking thing in your mouth! How the hell can you breathe?”

  Konrad had his mouth full, so Todor answered for him.

  “Your buddy’s very resourceful,” he told Sandor. “Very skilled.”

  “Well, so am I,” Sandor boasted.

  “I’m sure you are.”

  “Konrad has taught me a lot.”

  “I can’t wait for you to show me!”

  During this exchange, Konrad was oblivious, mindless of anything but Todor’s stiff dick in his mouth and his desire to please the older man. At first, Konrad assumed that Sandor was just going to watch him blow Todor, without getting into the act yet himself. But Sandor showed more initiative than Konrad had given him credit for. Konrad felt the mattress shift under him as Sandor scrambled closer to him and Todor, and then, suddenly, Konrad jumped in surprise when Sandor’s blond head pushed between his legs and his hand reached up to grab Konrad’s cock and stuff it into his mouth. Konrad was on his knees, leaning over Todor, sucking him, and now Sandor was lying flat on his back with his neck bent up so that he could suck on Konrad at the same time.

  “God, guys, this is hot,” Todor moaned in ecstasy. “It’s like having my own private porn video, come to life, with me in it! Yeah—go ahead, Sandor, give your muscle buddy’s big dick a good suck! Christ, this is driving me crazy, watching one of you beautiful men blowing the other, while he sucks me! It’s the kind of shit you can usually only fantasize about. Come on, let’s see how you muscle studs suck cock, how you take care of each other!”

  Sandor’s big arms wrapped themselves around Konrad’s waist and he began to pull Konrad’s cock in and out of his mouth with the same strong force which Konrad was exerting on Todor’s fuck tool. Konrad’s whole body stiffened, his muscles tensing and rippling, with desire, and his pelvis began to thrust down
at his gym buddy’s hot wet mouth, fucking Sandor’s face with short, hard stabs of mindless, animalistic lust which were purely instinctual. He heard Sandor groan, but in delight, not in discomfort or protest, as he took Konrad’s cockshaft right down to the balls and Konrad felt the muscle pup’s throat constrict as his bulky ramrod plunged into it.

  “That’s the way, guys!” Todor gloated. “That’s what I want to see!” He twisted the upper half of his own muscular body around so that he could look down at the spectacle of the two younger, more massively muscular bodybuilders writhing against each other and him. “That’s right! Suck! Suck on those big cocks! Oh, God, yes! Suck them! Suck each other! Suck cock, men, suck cock!”

  But neither Sandor nor Konrad needed any encouragement, or any instructions about what to do. Sandor’s mouth pulled on his gym buddy’s meaty prickshaft just as hungrily as Konrad was devouring Todor’s dick. The lewd sounds of the two men’s wet, smacking lips seemed to fill the air in the bedroom, ricocheting off the walls.

  Suddenly, though, Todor pushed Konrad off his cock, and he sat up higher on the bed. “Turn around,” he told Konrad. “Sixty-nine with him, you fucker, and let me fuck your ass while you and your buddy blow each other!”

  His hands turned Konrad’s body around, not waiting for him to comply. But Konrad offered no resistance. He cooperated in rearranging his body, and he didn’t mind when Todor pushed his head down to Sandor’s prick. The blond stud’s penis protruded straight up from the patch of tawny gold hair at its base, long and hard, and so thick that Konrad had to stretch his lips as widely as possible in order to fit it into his mouth. Todor shoved his head down rather roughly, making Konrad take Sandor’s cock all the way down into his throat, jump-starting Konrad’s role in the sixty-nine.