TENNIS FUCK
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The smell almost overpowered me. Between his legs, I got the heady 
aroma of man, aroused, hot, and sweaty. I nuzzled under his balls, 
and he reached down to caress the hair on my chest. God, I loved 
his cock! It was big, red, and throbbing as I took his passion even 
higher.

I had Roger down to his watch and the lucky medallion around his 
neck. I got him to sit on the arm of my couch, sprayed over me like 
a man eager to get his rocks off. My tongue inched closer and 
closer to his asshole, and as I did, his breathing got faster and 
faster.

Ever fall in love? With a movie star, maybe? An athlete? I fell for 
a tennis pro. Roger looked so great in tennis togs--he was a 
warrior-Adonis, a real demigod, a tanned stud piece in white 
cotton.

Tall and rangy, he blew my mind when he dropped his racket and bent 
over to pick it up. His back was to me, and I got a 50-inch 
screen's worth of a bubble-butt in tight shorts and a big bulge 
between his legs. Like Michael Jackson, my hand automatically went 
to my crotch.

That guy was hot! With tousled light-brown hair and a good, mascu-
line face, he was handsome enough to be on the cover of "GQ." His 
trim belly, narrow hips, and monster bulge were enough to get him 
on the feature pages of a fuck magazine!

I was in love! I hopped into the Ferrari and drove down to the col-
iseum, where the tournament was. I had to see that guy in the 
flesh.

In the coliseum, in real life, he was even hotter! I had to have 
him! I saw one of my gay friends.

"Look at that guy," I murmured. "Is he hot or what?"

"Too bad," said my friend, "he's straight. Happily  married. Pure 
hetero."

Damn.

But on the other hand, inside every man is a core of lust. If you 
can cut through to that molten core, he'll go down to his lowest 
denominator--at his lowest level, every man is ruled by his balls.

I had to get through to him. I had to get him into his balls.

As an executive in the movie industry, I have credentials that get 
me past guard lines. "Welcome, Mr. George," they said. "Didn't know 
you were a tennis fan."

"Just want to meet Roger," I said. "We might have a project for 
him." They let me into his dressing room.

He was showering when I walked in, so I walked right up to the 
stall and looked in. Magnificent. Under the cascade of water stood 
my dream-man! My gaze went straight to his crotch.

I looked at a root that made my knees weak. It hung from between 
his thighs like a big sausage, almost like a red rubber pipe! Even 
wrinkled and dripping wet, it burned into my brain like a cattle-
brand. I was in love!

He saw me. "Well, hello, Mr. George," he said. "What can I do for 
you?" One of the benefits of working in the movie industry is that 
anybody gets goofy when they think they might get into films.

And I get them in!

"I wanted to meet you," I said. "We might have something you would 
do well in."

"I do have a tennis career, you know," he said, "and right now I'm 
in the middle of the tournament."

"Oh, this would be something outside tennis," I said, "wouldn't 
interfere with it at all."

He stepped out of the shower. Stark naked. He picked up a towel and 
started to dry himself off. I tore my eyes away from that erotic 
sight and started on my plan.

I pulled a hip flask out of my coat pocket. It's filled with White 
Lightning--pure grain alcohol. "Let's have a drink," I said, "as a 
toast." I handed the flask to him, and he took a big swig.

"God!" he coughed. "What is that stuff?"

"Mint tea," I joked. I put it to my lips, but I didn't drink. I 
wanted my head clear.

I knew the alcohol would hit him in a couple minutes, so I waited. 
When I saw him smile, I made the first move. "That's quite a body," 
I said. "You could get a job as a male model."

"Yeah, tennis keeps me in shape," he said.

He smiled again. "The wife likes it." He looked at me. "You 
Hollywood people are sure open with the way you talk."

"Hey, it's natural, isn't it? I got a cock, too. So what?" I looked 
at him. "And I bet you jack off, just like everybody else does." He 
snickered. "But you don't tell the wife about it, do you?"

He blushed a little. "No," he said slowly.

"And look at that," I said. "Talking about it is giving you a 
hard-on!

Look at that big thing climb!" Saying that, of course, made it even 
harder, and in no time, Roger stood before me with a full-on 
erection.

"Oh, shit," he said, "how embarrassing."

"Embarrassing, hell," I said. "It's natural. Look. I'll touch it. 
What's so horrible about that?"

He sucked in his breath as I gripped his peter, and since we had 
been talking about sex, and he was standing naked, his dick was 
highly sensitive. I jacked it just a little, and he stiffened up.

"Wait, don't," he gasped.

Then I pistoned it, clutching one just-fleshy-enough buttock, and I 
pulled him toward me. Before he could protest--or even figure out 
what I was doing--I got him in a grinding kiss. He was so shocked, 
he opened his mouth,

To my delight, after a couple seconds, he didn't fight me anymore! 
The combination of awe in meeting a studio executive, the alcohol, 
the pleasure in his prick, and the added surprise of a man coming 
on to him put Roger off-balance!

I gave him a bear hug . . . and he hugged me back! I was ecstatic! 
I had cut through to his libido sooner than I thought. This boy was 
gayer than he realized.

I bent down and traced my tongue up and down the valley between his 
pecs, and I stroked his cock even harder, feeling wet drops of 
pre-cum spurting from the tip. This wouldn't take as long as I 
thought.

Dropping to my knees in my suit and tie, I burrowed my head into 
his groin and lapped the precum from his piss-hole until he 
shuddered. My scouring tongue then slathered all around it, and I 
finally deep-throated that big thing.

He let out a long, low groan. "Jesus God," he moaned, "who'd ever 
dream . . ."

I teased the big vein throbbing on the underside with my diddling 
tongue, then bobbed up and down on his cock, giving it a good 
stroking. I got him! His blessed release hit him, and he gushed out 
a blistering white spuzz. His knees collapsed, and he fell back 
onto a chair.

As he lay in a smoldering heap I stood up. I tossed him my card. 
"Come to see me in my office this evening if you can," I said. Then 
I left.

I wondered if he would show up, if his new orientation would stick. 
He showed up, but not as I expected. He brought his wife with him.

"Roger told me what you did to him," she snapped. "I wanted to be 
here when he confronted you!"

"You really confide in each other," I said quietly to him" That's
good." Then I turned to her. "But he has discovered his most basic 
drives. That's not anything I did to him."

"That's rot," she hissed. "He's not queer! "

I reached down and fondled Roger's crotch. He already had a 
hard-on. "Take your hands off him!" she yelled, but
I undid the buttons of his shirt. As he emerged from it, his chest 
was as magnificent as I had seen it in the shower.

He wore a large gold medallion on a chain. I thought it looked 
horny.

"Roger," his wife gasped, "what are you doing'??"

"Evelyn," he said in steely voice, "I crave this! It has nothing to 
do with us!"

He had huge nipples, and they jutted out like control switches. I 
pinched them.

"All right!" his wife shrieked, and she reached over and unzipped 
his pants! I was amazed. He let his pants drop, and I was amazed 
again--he wore no underwear. He had come prepared for action.

But then she started ripping off her own clothes. "Okay, Roger," 
she screeched, "let's see what you really want to fuck!" She was 
getting naked for him!

I realized his balls were in my court. I peeled off my shirt and 
dropped my pants. Both Roger and his wife opened their eyes wider.

My cock is my best part. I've got ten inches, and it's so fat, you 
can't close your fingers around it. She wiggled her ass 
unconsciously when she saw my cock, but Roger's mouth dropped open.

Naked, I moved closer to him, seized his dong, and started jack-
ing it. He was staring at mine. "Look at that cock, Roger," I said 
in a low voice. "What would you like to do to it?"

He reached down and grasped it. "You smell so sexy," he grunted. He 
croaked like a frog. "I love that. I love it."

I fondled his balls, and I bent over to his ear. "Suck it," I 
hissed, "suck it!"

He did! His wife was naked by then, and she was a well-built bitch. 
But he turned his back on her and knelt in front of me! He gave my 
cockhead some quick loops and nibbles with his tongue!

His wife shrieked in fury! He tickled the hair of my testes, and 
goose-pimples rose all over my body.

He took my erection in his sucking mouth and literally steamed my 
meat with his hot breath. It sent thrills through the length of my 
prong.

He sucked my manflesh as I had done his, and he even did better! He 
drove his tongue into my slobbering piss-hole. I thought that was a 
great touch!

His wife went nuts! "Roger!" she screeched, "this is outrageous!
What's come over you?"

At that moment, I got my gun. I moaned with lust, in delight, beg-
ging him to keep sucking. I clawed toward my orgasm, finally 
spending a great spurt deep down his throat.

His wife got to watch my cream spurt out the sides of his lips, and 
when he stood up, strings of jism dribbled over his chin. "Dammit, 
Evelyn," he grunted, "you would never do this for me!"

Before she could do it, I played my trump card. "Bend over the 
couch," I ordered him.

"Huh?"

"You heard me," I growled, "on your belly over the couch!"

"Hey, I don't want no fuckin'--"

Don't worry, don't worry! Just bend over!"

He did. His handsome buns jutted out at me, and as I knelt behind 
him, I spread his cheeks apart and stuck my tongue out to diddle 
around his butt-hole! A rimjob is something you can't take. A few 
moments of that, and your sex drive is at forest-fire strength! He 
choked in his breath in a great hiss, and he trembled with lust. 
When my tongue snaked around his filthy brown asshole, he went 
crazy.

A rim-job can make you so goddamn horny, you have to fuck 
something, and that's what happened to Roger. "C'mon," he mut-
tered, "FUCK ME!"

I decided to make him realize conclusively where his sex-drive came 
from. Rather than mount him, I got up from the rim-job and sank 
back into a large lounge chair, my cock sticking straight up in the 
air.

Roger turned around, his eyes glazed over with lust. Seeing my 
reclining body and my big penis, he moved over to me. At the last 
moment, I looked over at his wife. Now she knew the truth.

Holding onto my abdomen, his feet on either side of my hips, he 
fitted himself onto my dong with a loud, passionate sigh. His 
spit-drenched opening pressed against the bloated head of my wang. 
I reached down to guide him in a little, then I fondled his pouch, 
thrilling at his prodigious, puffed-out nuts.

He lowered himself down onto me, and after the first pain of my big 
cockhead bursting past his anal ring, I slid into him like an 
overhand volley slamming into the backboard. Roger was so fucking 
horny, he hunched his hips up and down on me, skewering himself on 
my upjutting cock.

My time had really come--I closed my eyes as the orgasm began to 
build in me. He screwed his sleek athlete's body onto me, his 
slender hips and washboard belly down and up, moving his butt in a 
circular motion at the same time. The guy was a natural talent!

He slipped his porthole around my shaft like a leather racket-cover 
gliding over the handle of a prize tennis racket. His rigorous 
physical training not only drove me crazy because it made his body 
look spectacular, it also turned him into the best humper I've ever 
fucked.

I could feel his rectum-muscles rippling around my salami as he 
stroked me up, down, and ail around. I heard my blood throb, 
rushing through my veins to my boner, racing frantically to the tip 
of my meat-sheathed pecker.

Tirelessly, like a madman, he continued to hump me, breathing in 
erotic, deep, rutty gasps. The friction was so intense, I leaned 
back against the upholstery and chanted, "Roger, Roger, Roger!"

Finally, my brain spun into sensual overload. My coming only 
seconds away, his insides spasmed around my cock. He seized my tool 
in a vacuum, a vivacious, delicious suction.

He cried out, "Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!" 
louder and louder, every time he propelled himself down onto my 
meat. And I'll be a son of a bitch if he didn't come first! From 
being fucked in the ass!

His salty/bitter jism (I knew what it tasted like) shot out of his 
cock onto my belly and chest! He was really coming, a blow-out of 
sperm, and his boner spurted hot come-juice in long, thick arcs.

He automatically reached down to stroke himself, mindlessly milking 
that handsome weapon of its life-giving fluid. But he awed me--he 
had come without touching it, just from my fucking his ass.

With a roar, I gripped his buns and plowed into him fiercely. I 
screamed with yearning, rutting lust, in ecstasy. My hips jackham-
mered upward, no longer in control from my brain.

At the peak, the very exquisite point of the unbelievable rapture, 
I finally spent deep inside him. Feeling my rush of pleasure (and 
my cream up his butt) was enough to get him into another spasm, and 
he deluged me with more white juice.

Shuddering, murmuring his name again, I filled his hole with creamy 
liquid candy fresh from my balls. I wriggled, and waves of 
unbelievable pleasure consumed me completely.

When it was finally over, we trembled as our bodies slowly wound 
down from the insane heights we had reached. Our breathing was in 
gasps, and it slowed to mere panting, then to slower breaths.

We looked into each other's eyes. It had been wonderful--we were 
powerless to do anything but obey the cocks between our legs. I 
don't know how long that orgasm lasted, but it was one of the 
longest of my life.

When we looked over at Evelyn, her expression surprised me-- she 
was aroused, not heartbroken--and I realized we must have put on 
quite a show. "God," she said to Roger, "watching you get fucked 
really turns me on."

He gave her a sweaty smile.

"From now on," she said in a low, gritty voice, "I'm going to bring
home guys for you. How would you like that?"

I suddenly realized that Evelyn had no reason to dump Roger when 
she enjoyed a millionaire lifestyle. Her best interest was to adapt 
to the new scheme of things.

Roger thought for a moment. "Yeah," he said. "I'd like that."

She left us then, and after we had rested up for a few minutes, we 
got back into it again. The scene where he sat on the corner of my 
couch and I came up under his balls led to more sexual activities. 
We never did talk about him "getting into the movies." I think he 
realized that my interest in him was from below the waist.

And he liked that.