Varady - Bodybuilder in Blue

Musclesflexing, straining, bulgingswollen, hard andinflexible, under skin flushed with body heat and wet with sweat. Is thereanything quite so exciting? So purely masculine? So male?

So sexual?

I certainly dont think so. But then, Im prejudiced.

I admit itIm a muscle freak. Always have been,always will be. A hot, Herculean body, naked, pressed up again minethatsguaranteed to get me really going, and to tap the sperm from my testicles. Imnever so aroused, so sexually satisfied, as I am when Im shooting my jism allover another bodybuilders hard, inflexible physique.

At Alcoholics Anonymous meetings, one declares to theassembled group that My name is So-and-So, and Im an alcoholic. I suppose,in my case, Id have to admit that My name is Emeric Varady, and Im a muscleaddict. Id go on to confess that I love training hard, working my muscles,pushing them past their limits, seeing them grow larger and harder virtuallywhile I watchand that I also love having hot, uninhibited, no holds barred,sex with other muscular men. Im a muscle slut, in short, and an unrepentantone. Cant help it!

My problem is that, unlike most addicts, I dontreally want to change. Im having too much fun, having sex with other well-built,well-hung, horny gym rats!

Im surely too young to even think aboutwriting my memoirs. To paraphrase a lyric from a certain American musical,Ive still got a lot of living to do. And a lot of lusting, tooor so Ifervently hope!

But my erotic fiction is almost invariably drawn frommy own, real life experiences, and from those of my friends. As Ive been knownto quiponly the names and certain identifying details have been changed, inorder to protect the reputations of the horny! (And in order to avoid lawsuitsfor libel.) I flatter myself that Im reasonably discreet, as sex pigs go.

Still, Im often asked the same questions, over andover again. For example:

When did you first realize you were gay?

When did you have your first gay sexual experience?And with whom?

Did you enjoy it? (A rhetorical question, if Ive ever heard one! What gay man doesnt enjoy hisfirst time?)

What other well-known bodybuilders haveyou had sex with?

When did you start doing nude modelingwork?

How did you first get into the escortingbusiness? (Or, put more bluntly, When and howdidyou decide to become a male whore?)

Whats it like to have sex in exchange formoney?

When and how did you break into the gayporn business? Can you help me to get into it, too?

Do you have a lover? Do you want one? Howcan I audition for the job?

Is your sex life anything like what youwrite about, in your dirty books? Or do you just havean overactive imagination?

Are you as wild in bed as you seem to bein all of those videos of yours, or is that just acting?

Are you on steroids? Other drugs?

Do you only like to fuck other muscularmen, or can you get off on skinny guys, too? How about guys who are fat, orotherwise out of shape?

This one is often asked by foreigners: Why are somany young Hungarian men, whether theyre gay or straight, so willing and eagerto perform in gay porn? Is there something in the water in your country?

How can I (a.) hire you for an hour; (b.)for all night; (c.) for an entire weekend; (d.) buy your used jockstrap; (e.)buy other items of your used workout gear; (f.) purchase an autographed nudephoto of you; (g.) purchase an autographed copy of one of your porn videos;(h.) lick the sweat off your body; (i.) drink your piss; (j.) worship yourhard-muscled, naked body in general,and be your sex slave?(Men contact me and make other inquiries, but I think that about covers thebasics.)

Does your family know what you do? What dothey think about it?

Do you kiss your mother with that mouth ofyours?

Have you no shame? (Theanswer to that one, at least, is easy. Not much.)

In this book, I will attempt to answer some, if notall, of these questions. After all, a guy has to leave something to theimagination.

I will promise one thing. These particular anecdoteshave not been fictionalized. Some names have been changed, to protectthe identities of my partners in crime, so to speak (more accurately, mypartners in sin). But, except for that, everything narrated here took placeexactly as I have described it. This is the uncensored, unvarnished, andunembarrassed truth. Warts and all!

Maybe I havent always been a person deserving ofadmiration, or a worthy role model for other young men to emulate. But Ivenever aspired to that. Im just a small-town boy, after all, who left my hometown of Debrecen in eastern Hungary to seek my fortune here in the big, badcity of Budapest. My ambition was to earn my living at an honest, nine-to-fivejob, while developing my physique in my spare time and competing first as anamateur, and then as a pro bodybuilder. My goal, which once seemed unrealisticand unattainable, was to win someday the title of Mr. Hungary. I couldnt seepast that.

As things turned out, I did become Mr. Hungary,and that was only the beginning. My physique opened other doors to me, and Itook advantage of these opportunities. Maybe Ive made some selfish, impulsive,and unwise choices along the way (translation: Ive whored around, big time!),but Ive never gone out of my way deliberately to hurt anybody. In fact, Ithink I can say that Ive given a lot of pleasure to a lot of men.

Thanks, as always, to my translator, Sandor Vass.Sandor and I have been friends for so long that we have no secrets from eachother. In fact, when I first told my buddy about this particular manuscript, hepanicked.

Theres nothing about me in this new book ofyours, is there? he asked.

I couldnt resist the temptation to tease him alittle. Oh, whole chapters, I assured him, breezily. Starting with how youand I first met. And going all the way to that sex party we went to lastweekend. You know, the one where you bet that anything and anyone I could do,you could do better?

Sandor, aghast, let out a squeal of protestwhich,coming from such a big, butch guy, was rather comical to hear. Now, you listenhere, Steroids for Brains, he blustered, addressing me by one of the manytender nicknames we have for each other. I was drunk that night

Which may have lowered your inhibitions, but it suredid nothing to impair your potency. You were quite the asshole bandit, as Irecall. The life of the party.