Varady - Make Mine Muscle!

Call me Arpad.

Id be embarrassed to tell you my real name. If I did,I wouldnt be able to share my story with you, in all of its explicit detail.And then theres the fact that some of the things Ive done, and which Im goingto describe, dont necessarily reflect all that favorably upon me. I dont wantmy family, back home on the farm in Sikls, to disown me. The big city ofBudapest has corrupted me, as it has corrupted so other young men. In short,Ive been a very bad boy!

So, contrary to what my good buddy Joska once told me,taunting me, I do have a sense of shame. Fortunately for me, its notthe kind of shame which prevents me from enjoying myself, especially when itcomes to indulging in sexual activity.

Ive never thought of myself as an Adonis, but Iflatter myself that Im not exactly repulsive-looking, either. And, at the riskof sounding immodest, even arrogant, I do have a nice fucking bodyfuckingbeing the operative word. Im a bodybuilder, and a good one. Ive worked like adog to realize my bodys potential.

There seems to be no sitting on the fence when itcomes to gay mens attitudes toward extremely muscular physiques. Either theydislike them, finding large musclesand I quote from comments Ive overheard, andeven directed at me, to my chagrinunreal, exaggerated, excessive,disgusting, and uglyor they are hotly aroused by them, to the extent offetishizing muscle men. Needless to say, I prefer to associate with men whofall into the second category!

Feel free to fetishize me all you want.

I like to receive appreciation for all the hard work Iput in at the gym. I love it when I have a gay guy worshipping my body, reallygetting off on it, watching me flex and pose for him. Using his hands and hismouth and his tongue on me, striving hard to stimulate me. Sucking my dick!Rimming my ass! Bending over and offering his own manhole to me, for me tofuck!

Yeah, thats hot. Thats the payoff, the reward, forall of those hours spent pumping iron in the gym. For the dieting and theaches.

Sexually, I guess Im whats called a power bottom.Dont get me wrong. Im reasonably versatile. When a guy wants me to top him,Im usually happy to oblige. Want your ass fucked? Im your man!

But my true delight is to submit to another stud. Justthe sight of a virile, muscular man, with a stiff dick, is enough to get mymussymy man pussy, or in other words, my assholehot and moist and tingling. Ilove getting fucked! The rougher, the better! And when a guy screws me, I dontjust lie there, taking it, accepting his use of me. No, Im a very activeparticipant. I know what I like, and I dont hesitate to demand it from the manwhos taking me, to make sure that he satisfies me as well as himself.

Goddamn it, youre one hell of a bossy bottom, Ivebeen told, more than once. I accept that, not as an insult, but as high praise.My manhole has its needs, after all. Why shouldnt I express them, candidly?

A lot of men have been surprised, and thrilled, whentheyve discovered that a big, tough-looking, butch muscle stud like me isreally a submissive slut. A filthy man whore! A dirty sex pig! A cum dump! Iveearned each and every one of those titles. And Ive done it the hard way.Usually, by lying on my back, with my legs in the air, and my ass wide open,ready, willing, and eager to take on all comers! Being a man whore isnt easy, Illhave you know. Its a lot of work!

Not all workouts take place in a gym. You can put inplenty of exercise in the bedroom, too!

Well, if Im going to discuss my sexual history, then,logically, Id better start at the beginning.

I lost my virginityspecifically, my oral virginitywhileI was a student, enrolled at Budapests budaUniversity.

I wasnt the most diligent scholar. Id becomeobsessed with pumping iron as an adolescent, and by the time I turned twentyand I was enrolled at the university, Id developed a pretty good physique, ifI do say so myself. I was starting to enter amateur bodybuilding competitions. Occasionally,I won my weight division. (Starting out as a middleweight, I soon packed onsome more hard muscle, and as a result I could compete as a light heavyweight.)After I moved from my home town of Sikls to Budapest and enrolled at buda, Iwasnt going to let anything interfere with my weight training. Especially notsomething as boring as my studies! Id much rather hit the weights than thetextbooks.

Maybe I didnt shine, academically. But I wascertainly a big man on campus, in the literal sense.

Except for jacking off, I was still totallyinexperienced, sexually. Aware from an early age that I was attracted to otherguys, Id secretly lusted after some of my sexy farmer neighbors, but Id neverfooled around with a girl. And I was nave about gay life. Sometimes a guy myown ageor olderwould compliment me on my build. Id accept this praise, whilefeeling a bit flustered by it. There were times when I suspected that myadmirer was making a discreet, subtle pass at me. I was dying to have my firstgay experience, of course, but I didnt know how to respond to these advances,how to encourage them and convey my willingness. So I went on masturbating,while indulging in the most lurid fantasies imaginable about muscular men. Inthese sexual reveries, my sex partners were always hard-muscled behemoths, whomanhandled me, ramming their grotesquely oversized cocks in my mouth and up myass, forcing me to submit to their lewd whims. In a way, this was goodtraining. Eventually, I was able to bring some of these fantasies to life!

My luck changed for the better, one afternoon, down atthe gym.

The gym I belonged to wasnt a fancy fitness center,catering to snobbish urban professionals. It was a small facility, located on anarrow back streetalmost an alleywayin Budapests downtown business district.The building was tucked away among warehouses and small shops. Inside, the gymwas a bit rundown, and sadly in need of some cosmetic repairs, but it was wellequipped with machines and free weights, which was all that mattered to me. Themembers tended to be working-class laborers, although several of my fellowstudents belonged.

Among them was a guy named Gyula, whom Id met at thegym, and who, by coincidence, was in a couple of my classes at the university.

Gyula was straight, and he prided himself on beingquite a ladies man. He was always bragging about how women found his physiqueirresistible, and about how much pussy he got. To hear him tell it, the meresight of him was enough to make some horny broad spread herself for him! Hecould be kind of a jerk, but he did have a good body, bulgingly muscular. Westarted to work out together, and we hung out together during our leisure time.