Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2006 05:31:34 EDT
From: BurgyHill@aol.com
Subject: Fittest tennis player, part 6, At The Club

                  FITTEST TENNIS PLAYER

It was Thursday. 6 p.m. The middle of Summer, so the
evenings were long.

I looked through the window of my flat overlooking the
club's grounds.

"Who the fuck is that", I said to myself.

My hand immediately dropped to my crotch as felt myself
up. My erection rising in my underwear.

There getting out of the passenger seat of a car was one
of the fittest young men I had ever seen. This blonde lad
about six foot tall dressed in a blue track suit.

He began talking to one of the others that had arrived in
another car and had parked along side the Mercedes driven
by the rather oldish bloke that had been driving the car
the fit lad had arrived in.

I had already worked out that they must be the players
from Saddleworth Tennis Club. Tonight's Manchester League
tennis match was a home fixture to Saddleworth. The game
was due to start at half past six and normally lasted 2
and half to three hours. Each match consisted of six
games. 4 singles and 2 doubles with each game the best of
two sets. One point was awarded to the winning team for
each game or half each if it is drawn.

The players headed for the changing rooms and I had to
get the bar ready to open for 7 p.m.

I would not have minded watching some tennis tonight.
Especially if it meant seeing fit boy run around his
shorts. But I had a problem. I would not be able to do
so. Thursday's were the quietest night of the week and
unless there was a function on I never had staff on the
bar on a Thursday. Preferring to do it myself and not eat
into my staff allowances and have them work at a time
which would be better for me to have a rest.

How I wish I had done so this particular Thursday.

The game started on time and I still had half an hour
before opening to check him out.

I went outside to but some rubbish in the bins. It also
gave the chance to walk over to the courts and have a
look.

We had three tennis courts, but only two were during the
matches. You started of with two singles playing.

The fit lad was playing a bloke called Tony. Tony was
getting on a bit and was not one of our better players.

"Hi", said Colin.

Colin was one of our tennis players and also secretary of
the Tennis Section.

"Hi", I replied, "Who you playing tonight".

I already knew it was Saddleworth having checked the
fixtures list earlier in the day.

"Saddleworth", Colin said.

"Are they any good", I asked.

"Top of the league", he laughed, "It's going to be hard
to beat these tonight".

"Hmm", I said.

"Where's Dave", I enquired.

Dave was our star player. The best man on the team by
far.

"He's getting changed. He's on next", he said.

All the time I was talking with Colin I was secretly
eyeing up this fit young lad, he seemed to be
effortlessly giving Tony the run around as he pushed him
to all corners of the court.

"God he is so fit", I said to myself.

At this moment Dave appeared ready for the game.

"Alright Dave", I enquired.

"Yer great. Raring to go", he replied.

Dave was a great lad. Don't get me wrong he is totally
straight and would never be up for some man to man sex,
but we got along great. I always laughed to his stories
he told me about him and his 'women'.

"Who you playing Dave", I asked.

"Playing Bri over there", he said as he pointed to a
young man from the opponents.

Bri was in his early twenties so a few years younger than
Dave but he is not what I would call hot looking.

"Should beat him easily", boasted Dave.

There was one thing about Dave he was never sort of
confidence.

"Whose that knocking Tony all over the place", I asked

"Oh that's Pete", Dave said, "He plays for the town team.
He's a good un."
"Well see you later then", I said.

"See you", said Dave.

I left the courts and went back to the clubhouse. I was
about fifteen minutes to opening time, but it would take
me that long to get the till ready and open everything
up. At least I had a name to put to the fit boy. I had a
good idea that he would be figure prominently in the
wanking session I was planning on having tonight when
everyone else had gone home.

Anyway I opened up. Only a fraction of the courts were
visible from the clubhouse so you could not really watch
the games from there. As I have already stated Thursday
was a quiet night and we had been open an hour and there
still only two members in the club having a drink. I was
twiddling my thumbs as I stood around. A couple of the
players had been in to grab a soft drink but immediately
returned to the courts.

It got to about 8.30 and Dave walks into the bar.

"Can I have a fresh orange please", Dave asked.

As I got him his drink I asked him how the game was going
on.

"Two all at the minute", he said.

"If we can win one of the doubles then we've got at least
a draw", he said.

He takes his drink and goes back outside. He's back on
court in five minutes in the doubles.

The tennis team always provided suppers for themselves
and their opponents after the game which I always
prepared for them. I varied what I put on and tonight it
was Pie and Peas. So with just about an hour to go before
the end of the game I turned the oven on so the pies
could be warmed.

About nine o clock I put the pies in the oven and the
peas I placed in a bowl in the microwave they would only
take a couple of minutes once they game was over.

The dusk was beginning to draw in as I saw the players
leave the courts at the end of the game and head off for
the changing rooms.

I imagined seeing Pete in the showers how I would love to
be there. I wished I was that piece of soap that he would
be rubbing over his face, his chest, his legs, his cock.
Ohh yes.

A few minutes later the players began to drift into the
clubhouse. There was still only about half a dozen other
members in. I turned the microwave on and started to
serve them with the drinks they had requested.

Fit boy Pete comes in with one of his team mates and they
stand talking to Dave in the middle off the room.
Eventually he comes to the bar and asks for a drink. He's
dressed in his tracksuit bottoms and a blue t-shirt.

"Can I have a pint of lager please", he asks with a
smile.

"Sure", I say.

I pour his drink, take his money and give him his change.

He goes and sits with the rest of players who are all sat
together round two or three tables in the members lounge
as they discuss the match which ended in a three all
draw.

I carry on serving the rest of the players and a couple
of members that have just arrived for a drink.

"Are the suppers ready", Colin asks when they are all sat
down.

"Yes", I told him

"I will bring them over in a mo", I added.

I get the suppers on a couple of trays and carry them
over to where they are sat.

I take the opportunity to have another look at our
opponents star. The boy I had been thinking about non
stop for the last three hours.

"Thanks", they say together as I place them on a table.

I look at Pete. He winks at me. He says something to Dave
as I leave. I hear them laugh.

I go back to the bar and carry on with my duties.

After they have finished their suppers I collect the left
overs and some empty glasses and return to the bar. I cal
feel Pete looking at me as I return. I don't know if to
feel good or bad. I place the empties on the bar and turn
around.  I look at him and he turns away.

A few minutes later I look at the clock. It's 10.15.

By now most of the players had left. There is only  a
couple of their players left, Pete and another guy and
Dave and a couple of others from our team. There is about
a dozen other members in the lounge or stood at the bar.

The tennis players get up from where they are sat and
head out of the door.

"Goodnight", Tony shouts.

Tony had had a bad night he had lost both his games.
"Goodnight", I shouted, along with a couple of the other
members.

Now I was fully expecting Dave to return. I knew he was
only popping to the toilet and would be back, but I
thought it would be the last I would see of Pete. Never
mind his body was etched onto my brain. Be worth a good
pull later.

I was busy serving another member when Dave came back in
the door and stood at the bar.

"Another Pint Dave", I asked as I handed the other member
his change.

"Please", said Dave.

"They all gone now", I said.

"Yes", he replied, "Apart from Pete".

My heart jumped.

"He's stopping for a couple of drinks. I've told him
about indoor tennis. He might have a game", Dave said.

Indoor Tennis was a fun game that me and Dave played some
Thursday's after the bar was closed. We just placed a few
chairs across the dance floor for a net. Then knocked the
ball across to each other. You weren't allowed to hit it
hard or above waist high so nothing got damaged. A few of
the older members didn't improve but fuck em.

Pete came back and joined Dave at the bar. They stood
drinking and talking. I joined in some of the
conversation as we told each other jokes and funny
stories.

Last orders were called at 11 p.m. Members were allowed
to buy as much as they wanted to drink. So most that were
left had two or three pints.

I got myself a couple of drinks and went round the other
side of the bar to join Dave and Pete.

We stood talking for about ten minutes.

"When you playing this indoor tennis", Pete asked Dave
and me.

"Get the floor ready", said Dave.

I went and moved the furniture for our game. Dave handed
me a racket and we knocked it about for a few minutes
before we started a game.

Now Dave was a much better player than me but he played
it easy and I won a few points but he had the game tied
up soon.

"Do you want a game", I asked Pete.

Pete and Dave them had a game while I cleared away the
glasses and ashtrays. It was approaching midnight and
there was three members left in when there game was
finished.

Next me and Pete had the game he was laughing and joking
all through the game but the difference in skill was
obvious especially as I spent most of the time watching
him instead of the ball. I got the feeling towards the
end of the game that he knew I was watching him.

By the time the game had finished all the other members
had left. I got another drink for each of us and went to
lock some of the doors.

"Should we have a tourney", said Dave

"Play each other best to 7 points each game. The winners
play in the final", he added.

We both agreed and we drew lots to see who would play
first.

Dave played Pete first and in a close game won 7 to 5.

Next Dave beat me 7 to 2.

Whatever happened in the last game Dave was in the final.

"I need a pee", Dave said.

Pete and I started our game and he won the first point.
Dave was still out of the room.

"Can't stop looking at me. Can you", Pete said.

"No", I denied.

"I know you're gay", he said, "I bet you fancy me".

Without giving me time to answer he made a suggestion.

"Let's make this game interesting", he said, "The losers
got to do whatever the winner says".

My head was spinning what did he mean.

"Okay", I said.

Although I tried my hardest, Pete won the game 7 to 4. I
think he even let me win a couple of points at that.

"Come on", said Dave, "Let's get on with it. I've got
work in the morning".

Pete never mentioned what he wanted to do but got on with
the final.

They played the final and in a tight game Pete won 7 to
6.

Immediately after the game I looked at the clock and it
was quarter to one. I asked them if they wanted another
drink.

Dave said, "No. I've got to go. You coming Pete".

"It's ok", said Pete, "I'll get a taxi. You get off if
you want".

"Are you sure", Dave asked.

"Yes. Go on. It's Ok", said Pete.

I told Dave to follow me and I let him out of the
backdoor.

"See you", I said as I let him out.

"Bye", he waved.

I went back into the bar. Pete was leaning with his back
onto the bar.

"Do you want another drink then", I asked.

"Yes OK", he said.

I poured us both a drink and put them on the bar. I took
a sip out of mine. Pete was still stood with his back
leaning against the bar.

"Come round here then", he said

I walked round the bar and looked at him. He was stood
there his tracksuit and undies were round his ankles. I
starred at his cock. He smiled. I smiled back.

"You owe me my prize", he said.

"What", I asked.

"Suck it", he demanded.

I didn't need a second invitation. I dropped to my knees
and plunged his cock into my mouth. His cock began to
grow in my mouth. With every stroke it became stiffer and
stiffer. His hand went to the back of my head as he
pushed it into his crotch. His pubes tickled my nose as I
slurped up and down his dick.

"You suck cock good. Keep sucking", he moaned.

I continued to give his cock a good tongue lashing as I
drove my lips up and down his stiff prick.

"Not too fast", he cried, "Don't want to be shooting
yet".

My own cock was aching to be released was it's confines
of my pants and underwear. My mouth was picking up speed
as it went up and down I was really enjoying myself.

He took his hand off the back of my head and placed his
arms on the tops of my arms.

"Stand up", he said.

I stood up and he pulled me towards him. We kissed long
and hard. I closed my eyes only opening them to see if
his were closed. They were. My hand was wrapped round his
big prick wanking it gently.

He broke the kiss.

"Let me see that dick you keep rubbing into me", he said.

He took hold of my black trousers and undid the button.
He pushed hand inside my underwear and took hold of my
prick.

"Nice", he purred.

He kissed me once more.

"Let's sixty nine", he said.

"In my bed", I asked.

"No let's do it here", he said.

We slowly helped each other out of the rest of our
clothes kissing each others body as we went along. Soon
we both stood naked our cocks jutting out as if pointing
at the other.

We walked towards the dance floor were minutes earlier we
had been playing our game of tennis. We lay down and
started sucking each other.

I licked all over his balls. Up and down his cock. His
stiff dick went right inside my mouth as I sucked all the
way up and then all the way back down again. We sucked on
each other for about fifteen minutes. Taking care not
bring the other one off. He took his lips off my cock.

"I think my cock's ready for your arse now", he said.

"Okay", I replied.

I turned over and he started to rim me. He licked all
over my arsehole getting it ready for his cock. His hand
was tossing himself slowly as his tongue got my arse
ready for his shaft.

Slowly he inched his cock into my behind. Little by
little he pushed it in. when it was all in he held it
there then slowly began to ride me. He rested his hand on
my shoulders his other hand reached round and started to
wank my cock. After a few minutes his cock was pounding
my arse as he fucked me.

"Oh fuck", he screamed.

I knew he would not last much longer. My own balls were
getting close to shooting their own seed as his hand
pulled on my knob.

He withdrew his cock from my arse.

"Cumming", he shouted.

His spunk arched out of his cock and landed on my cock.
My own knob started to cream and my load landed on the
dance floor.

We fell over on top of each other and lay there panting
as we recovered from our orgasms.

Eventually as his breathe retuned to normally he tuned to
me.

"That was fantastic", he said.

He kissed me once more on the lips. About three or four
short kisses.

I wanted him to stop the night.

"Do you have to go or do you want to stop with me", I
asked nervously.

He reached out and stroked my cock.

"I think I can stop as long as we keep it between
ourselves", he said.

I agreed to be discreet.

We picked ourselves up and made our way upstairs. Leaving
our unfinished drinks on the bar and our clothes on the
floor.

I locked the internal door and put the alarm on. We
climbed the stairs to my flat and collapsed on my bed.

We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed from
along time.

We sucked and I fucked him. By the time we fell asleep it
was after 3 a.m.

The next morning we awoke to my alarm ringing at 8 a.m.

We kissed before he announced.

"I will have to go", he said.

I showed him to the shower and went to retrieve our
clothes from the club below.

He got dressed in silence. There seemed to be something
on his mind.

Just before he left I asked him if he fancied coming out
this evening. Friday was my day off and we could go down
to the Gay Village in Manchester then back to mine for
some more hot sex. What he said stunned me.

"I can't see you again. I live with my girlfriend. She
will be back tonight. Sorry,", he said, hardly looking at
me.

"Okay", I said.

I was disappointed, but did not know what else to say
without getting mad. After all it was just sex. No one
made any commitments.

I let him and went back to bed.

It was some of the best sex I've ever had.

But not all stories work out for the best. I can't
believe I am the only guy he has ever had sex with there
must be others. Perhaps he is seeing some guy right now.

Oh, and Pete (Not your real name, but you will know who
you are if you read this), my cock is still hard for you.