Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2008 15:57:59 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Tennis Ace Gets Seeded"  by Jay Roberts  Bi Encounters

---Hey you young jock, jrs. under twelve years of age.  Do not stay to
volley.  This court is for old folks, over eighteen.  Please pick up your
racquet and hit the showers.


Hey, you know me, Frank Rootey.  I won the French open and at the age of
nineteen, I am on my way to a grand slam.  You've seen the girls that show
up at my matches.  The press calls them "Frank's Pussie Posse".  Well not
the real newspapers, just those sheets near the checkout in the
supermarket.  You've probably seen the signs they carry, "Rootey is a
cutey" and "The hottest legs in Tennis".  I guess I do cut a hot figure on
the clay, but I am not conceited about it.  But it sure gets me laid a lot.

Lately a troubling condition has come up with my so called hot legs, my
muscles have been tightening up unexpectedly, just when I stretch up to
serve.  George Hampton, the star of ten years ago is my coach.  He has been
massaging my calves and feet.  It's helped a bit, but I don't think that
approach is the answer.  I know that George is enjoying it.  George is
married, but he is partly gay.  He notices that his ministrations sometimes
produce an erection in my briefs while I am on my back on the massage
table.  "You want me to take care of that?"  He whispered yesterday.
Believe me, I really wanted some relief, but I don't want to start things
with forty year old George, or any guy, for that matter.

George came up with an idea to help my muscle tightening.  "There is this
couple who run a treatment center.  I heard good things about curing your
type of condition.  I made an appointment for next week.  Here's their
card."  The card was printed in black on a gray background.  Large letters
proclaimed "Maria and Jose. muscle relaxing specialists.  Then, of course,
the telephone number and address.

I was willing to try anything.

The day of the appointment, I dressed in my disguise outfit.  You'll laugh,
but I have to do it, otherwise girls mob me.  You are thinking tough shit,
but honestly it's something you'd never understand unless it happens to
you.  I just can't enjoy my Mustang convertible; I have to keep the top up
and the windows dark.  Anyway the disguise is a baggy coverall and a bushy
moustache and dark glasses.

The treatment company was called "Lee and Lee".  They had the whole top
floor of an office building.  I got off the elevator and it was pure
luxury.  Museum quality paintings hung in the outer area coupled with
originally designer, modern furniture.  No receptionist however.  But even
that lack was covered cleverly.  I small TV screen flashed on and a woman's
image appeared, she was quite beautiful.  "Mr. Rootey. I'm ready for you.
Just push the door open and come in."

This reception room was tiled in alternate black and white marble.  In
fact, the only colors were black, white and gray, that is why the woman's
bright red caftan stood out so brilliantly.  She tall and slim, her
lustrous black hair was pulled back severely with a bun in the back.  A
single spackling ornament decorated her hair.  She seemed like a dancer and
I almost expected the opening chord of a guitar to accompany her stroll
towards me.  "I am Maria.  Jose will join us shortly.  Meanwhile, let me
ask you a few questions about your physical problem.  There is a glass of
wine by on the table next to that chair.  Please help yourself.  It will
relax you."

I sat down and told her that there was no too much to tell about my
stiffening up in the legs.  She listened intently, her lustrous dark eyes
fixed on my face.  I felt very drawn to her.  Here was a woman with great
power of personality coupled with willowy beauty.  Her eyes held a promise
of wild abandon.

I finished the wine.  It was faintly sweet, and tasted more like prunes
that grapes.  I wildly thought of the term "sacrificial" wine.

"I will return shortly.  There is a smaller room through that door marked
with the gold numeral one.  Kindly remove your clothing and rest on the
examining table.  I will meet you there."

I found a more hospital or medical appearing room, compared to the
reception area.  There were the usual examining paper that rattled as I sat
down on it to remove my shoes and socks.  Some sort of licenses were framed
on the walls, one for Jose and one for Maria Mann.  I guess they were
originally from Germany, in spite of their Spanish names.  A mystery, I
thought.

I took longer than usual to unfasten my jump suit.  My fingers seemed
clumsy and I was generally lethargic.  I didn't doubt that the wine must
have had a very high alcohol content, or contained some drug.

Finally I was naked, except for my red cotton briefs.  Why did I choose
these to wear?  They made me look gay.

I was drifting in that stage before sleep when I suddenly realized that
Maria was standing next to the examining table.  Her hair was no longer
tightly pulled back, but cascaded to her shoulders.  She smelled
deliciously of lily of the valley.  It seemed familiar to me, as if I had
smelled it before many times.

"The stories about your legs have not been an exaggeration.  They are
really beautiful.  The shape, the muscles, even the faint growth of hair
are intoxicating.  And those feet!  The feet found on the statues of Greek
athletes, strong, well shaped and arched.  You make me quite breathless."

I was getting breathless myself.  Lying on my back, my suddenly stiff penis
was quite obvious in these brief underpants.  She glanced down on my crotch
and colored slightly.

I heard a rustle of fabric and her loose gown fell in a puddle of silk at
her feet.  She was naked.  Her breasts were the shape that illustrators
like Petty and Vargas has memorialized: a smooth slope from the breastbone
and the under shape like an arc.  Her nipples were large and red, like
small penises.  I wanted to immediately take one in my mouth but realized
crazily that it would be like cock sucking in sensation.

I looked in her face.  Her mouth was parted slightly, her nostrils dilated,
and her slightly Asian, sloe shape eyes were shining like beacons.  In one
dancer's motion she rose up placed a knee on each side of my hip.  I
smelled her personal fragrance as her legs parted.

I was falling into deep passion, my actions almost automatic.  I grasped
her soft hips and pulled her upward.  Her honey pot was directly over my
lips.  She looked down at me.  "Frankie, my cunt is yearning for your full,
pink boyish lips.  Don't deny me any longer."

I extended my tongue and felt her trembling and could hear her musical
moans.  My tongue licked and tickled her clit.  She was alternately
squeezing her thighs against my head, blocking all sound.  Then she would
fling them apart.  This girl was about to have a monumental explosion;
drips of her dew bathed my lips and drew me into a frenzy of using my
tongue like a prick, in and out.  I longed to move her so she would be in a
position for me to enter he, but she locked her legs tightly, seeking her
selfish release.  And then it came.  She began cursing like a Spanish
sailor and thrusting her hips in a fuck motion, trying to get all the
sensation she could from my mouth.  When she reached her peak, I felt her
sag down on top of me.  She had passed out from the intensity of her
orgasm.

We lay them awhile.  She roused herself and got up, grapping her gown she
walk toward the door.  Over he shoulder she cooed, "Thanks.  Your cure is
half accomplished.  Meet my brother Jose."

The door closed.  A young man, amazingly the male equivalent of Maria stood
next to the massage table.  His face was masculine, but still reminiscent
of Maria's features.  He had the same smooth, lean, hairless, incredibly
smooth skin.  Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and it was fastened
with a curious silver clasp.  He was naked, except for a white towel around
his waist.

"You are one hunky boy, tennis man."  Looking down at my erection, he
continued, "Maria has got you all hot and leaky.  No?  Perhaps I can help
you out, and amuse myself as well."

"Yes," I hissed.  "Suck me, now, and hard."

"Now now pretty boy, I don't do cock sucking.  But I have a predilection
you will learn to enjoy.  You will find that your ass can bring you please
you have been missing all these years, but not knowing it."

He pushed me on my stomach, lifted me by my waist into a crouch, resting on
my knees and elbows.  I felt that I was in danger.  I didn't want to be
"punked".  My ass was off limits to a sex partner, but in my present
condition of compliance from the wine and the intense stimulation I had
enjoyed with Maria, made me weak and easily manipulated.  He knew that, I
am sure, and he began treating me as his property.  He squeezed my ass
cheeks.  Pinched me, slapped the pear halves with a propitiatory attitude.
He laughed in triumph.

"Tennis boy, you are an ass man and don't even know it.  Your anis is
kissing the air, it wants me, Jose to make it happy."

I moaned slightly in excitement.  He was tapping into something deep in me.
I did feel my ass lips puckering and I was thrusting slightly.  He leaned
down and blew hit hot breath against my ass hole.  I vibrated with
excitement.  "Oh Jose, you are one stinking lousy bastard for what you are
doing.  I beg you.  Do know humiliate me, don't even think about...you
know."

"Do I know?  Tell me what don't you want to happen?"

He coupled that last speech with a stroking of my ass crack.  It felt so
good, so exciting.  I wiggled my ass like a whore, enjoying it.

"You don't want me to fuck you?  Is that it?  We'll see if this will change
your mind."  He leaned down and wiped his large tongue over my ass hole.  I
howled in passion.  Then he narrowed his tongue and drove the point inside
my ass, seeking my male clit.  He found it and began a rhythmatic licking.
My eyes were crossing from the feeling.  My ass wanted something and I
could not deny it.

"Tell me ball boy, do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"I can't hear you.  Shout it out!"

"Fuck me, I want it more than anything in the world."

He laughed loudly and long, but as he laughed he slipped off his towel,
exposing his plum colored weapon.  It was large and thick.  It scared the
hell out of me.  In a moment, before I could scamper off the table, he
grabbed my hips in a vice-like grip and pushed the head of his cock into my
ass lips.  They kissed back.  "You want this cock so bad.  Your whole body
is begging for it.  Put your brain to sleep and let me take over."

He inserted his hot fleshy cock inside my hot passage, inch by inch.  Each
motion forward was a thrill to me.  I was speechless and totally under his
command.  Soon his wiry pubes were against my tender ass cheeks.  He
wiggled a bit, seating it firmly in my ass.  "You are mine forever.  You
don't know it now, but you will beg for a repeat performance."

He began a gentle motion, in and out.  I think I was going into faints,
then reviving as the sensations put me into overdrive.  I was drooling and
crying my passion.  My tongue was hanging out of my mouth.  I was a dumb
moron in his hands.  I had no ego, only need.  But then something happened.
I opened my eyes wide.  I knew I was approaching my orgasm.  My body was
thrusting, my cock was dripping pre cum.  Jose knew it, he could feel my
ass vibrations around his cock.

"Okay boy, you have my permission to cum.  I will feel it when you do and I
will make myself cum with you, this will make you my slave, forever."

I hardly heard him as my body took over.  I began screaming as I spewed
long ropes of cum, at least five times I heavy my hips and shot.  While
this was happening, I felt Jose bathing my insides with hot man lava, his
hoarse cries ringing in my ears.

I think a passed out at that moment.  When I turned over, he was gone.
Maria entered.  She covered me with a cool sheet.  "Sleep a bit my dear.
Your muscle problems are over.  Your only trouble with that your were
suppressing your true bi sexuality all these years and that caused a revolt
of your muscles."

End Part One