Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2001 16:18:46 -0700
From: bluejay1501@juno.com
Subject: "Tennis Camp"  Gay Athletics (conclusion)

My admonition to youngsters still stands from the first part of this
story.  You'all under 18 should click off and find a friend to have a
catch with.  Bye Bye.

Bob, the Jock

        There were a few clients the next two days.  Nothing much:  foot
work, calves etc. mostly they were accompanied by a trainer, not that I
was interested anyway.  Today it was really dead here.  About one in the
afternoon, Uncle Jack same by.  He told me that there was a very
promising player, "The skill that makes the summer worthwhile, if you can
find one person this good."  He told me the problem is that there was no
one even close to Bob's level except Jack, himself, and he did play a few
times but he was too busy running everything else.  "You're no where near
his game but you're pretty good and you can give him some challenge."

        I agreed, partly because I was bored and partly because I wanted
to get some tennis...anything...to move around.  Jack brought me to the
practice cage where this jocky kid, about seventeen I'd say, was smashing
balls coming out of the server machine.  Jack introduced us.  Let me
describe him,  He was cut and chiselled, about five ten, short blond
hair, gray piercing eyes, a face like a GQ model.  No fat, I think even
his hair and scalp had muscles. He tucked his racket under his sweaty
arm, came over, wiped his damp hand on his shorts and shook hands with
me.  He held my eyes as he did this.  His hand was still a little moist
and the mere handshake seemed intimate.  Jack drifted away and we began
volleying in an available court.  He really was exceptional.  While I
gave him some good shots, I was really working hard; he seemed to do it
all without effort.  After about an hour of this hard playing we decided
to call it quits.  He came close again, responding to my, "Let's play
again Bob."
by saying, "Call me Bobby....Jeffy."  I took this as a strong flirt in
spite of his super manly jock appearance.  I noticed he hobbled a bit as
he left the court.  "Maybe you need a little rubdown," I said, catering
to his jockness..

        "Yeah, that would be good.  Tell you what, I'll shower and meet
you at the massage shack in about a half hour."

        I ran back, showered, put on just a pair of shorts, put a new
sheet on the table and waited.  Almost to the dot he came in, dressed
similarly.  Now I could see his cut pecs and tight stomach, he was almost
as perfect as a statue.  He gave me a broad smile.  "How about we split a
glass of punch together:  half for each."

        "You've been here before, with Otto, I guess.  What is that
stuff, it is sure portent?"

        "I have no idea but go easy on it, you could lose your cherry to
the wrong person,." he said and playfully grabbed by shoulders in a hug.
Then he walked over to the table and lay down, face up.  "I'm ready
Jeffy.  Make me feel good."

        No question I was getting turned on.  My penis began to thicken
and I found myself having to clear my throat before I could speak.  I
began a sensuous stroking of he chest, brazenly passing back and forth
across his nipples.  "Blow me," he ordered in husky voice, his hand
patting his cock.

        "Uh Uh Bobby.  No blow jobs, no fucking.  Hands are OK."

        "I want a blow job.  You can satisfy your manliness by locking
the door and climbing up on this table and we will both become cock
suckers."

        That drink, even half of it, was beginning to work on me.  I
locked the door, like a zombie.  I returned to the table.  He had made
room for me.  I lay down, face to feet.  Our cocks were at mouth level.
He blew gently on mine.  "Hey, that's not what a blow job is," I said
kidding him.  But he didn't answer, merely took my cock in one hand and
slipped his mouth over the tip.  I copied him.  We were both breathing
like bellows.  He was so hot to look at and he had killer technique.  I
knew I could learn and I knew that guys tend to perform on others what
they like themselves.  I did his trick of licking the head like a candy
cane+.  We were both uncut.  I coaxed his foreskin back, licking inside.
Pretty soon we both wanted to stop playing and to get to that cum which
was stirring our balls.  I felt my thighs beginning to feel stiff and
buzzy,  he also was expressing his impending orgasm.  He began to shake
and move around.  I kept my action, up and down, deep and shallow.  He
was trying to do the same but he was one of those who gets nuts were they
come.  He couldn't coordinate his sucking, he kept losing my cock and
shaking and moaning (I loved the effect I was having on him.)  I decided
to delay my cum and give him a good ride.  Suddenly he went totally rigid
and let out an unintelligent sound and began to pulse wonderful tasting
cum down my gullet.  He heaved and signed and shook and panted.  Finally
he stopped but apparently his ardor never left him from his cum.  "Fuck
me Jeff.  Do it now.  Do it hard."  He lifted his legs and I moved in.
His eyes were closed tightly, he was dolling from the corner of his
mouth, his tongue lolled out.   I found him a bit tight but once my cock
head got in, the rest was easy.  I was soaking from pre-cum and his
saliva.  As I settled against his butt hole, he began to croon some
jungle chant.  He was out of control and in a total sexual place but not
in the room.  I realized he was saying, "Fuck me," over an over.  I
leaned forward and kissed him for the first time.  He couldn't kiss back,
his lips were loose and uncoordinated.  I loved that.  Then I began
fucking in earnest.  Pretty soon I forgot about Bobby as I selfishly went
for my own cum.  As I got closer, I could hardly move, as if my legs were
made of lead.  Then it came on me, almost before I realized it.  I cock
went so hard it went out of position and I had to move up on Bobby.  Then
I began to ungulate and I mewed and cried as finally relief came.  I shot
into his waiting ass and as I did, I felt him tighten and he shot off
between us.

        We stayed together at least ten minutes.  Neither of us could
move.  At last Bobby was the first to get back to Earth.  "Hey that was a
fucking great massage.  You have possibilities."

        I cuffed him on the shoulder.  "You're not too bad yourself.  If
only you weren't so passive....and ugly too."

        We parted because we were both beat.  It was getting dark and I
just wanted to sleep.

Kim, the Korean

        After that workout with Bobby, I was glad to have a few slow
days.  But on the third day, a polite tap on the door.  "Come in, it's
open I sang out."  In walked a very attractive guy, maybe my age, Asian,
with honey colored skin, fabulous squarish face, shiny black
bangs...cute, cute, cute.   He was about six feet tall,  He was wearing
only shorts.  He had strong legs, lightly haired.  This made me feel he
wasn't Chinese.  I found out later that he was Korean.

        "I'm  kind of stiff all over", he said and laughed at the
implication.  Do you have time to work me over?  He laughed again,
exposing gorgeous even white teeth.

        He wouldn't go for the bath routine.  Claimed he was germicidal
clean from his recent very hot scrubbing bath.  But he seemed interested
in the punch.  He sniffed it and made some remark about the herb in it.
"Pretty potent," he said.  I wouldn't drink a glass full myself, but
let's share it.  Then we'll both be relaxed but not zonked."

        We shared.  He slipped off his shorts.  Nice cock, thick, about
three or four inches soft, balls a beautiful reddish pink color
surrounded by a mass of black hair which stood out horizontally.  He lay
down on his stomach.  I began my best skilled massage.  He stopped me.
He sat up.  "Did you study long?  You have nice hands but you are not
getting down into the sore muscles.  I have studied a few years.  May I
demonstrate?

        "Sure," I said bored and a little hurt.

        "Lay on your back ."  he said in a soft but rather commanding
voice.  I began to feel like I was ten years old again, but I sort of
liked it.  Then he began the massage.  He started at my shoulders,
working his way across my chest.  It was almost magical.  I was totally
powerless as he got each tiny muscle to relax..   "You are quite a lovely
boy. May I fuck you?"

        I started to get up and argue but he continued to massage,
finally reaching my buttocks.  I began to feel very horny in that region.
 My ass hole began to clench and unclench.  I looked up to him
helplessly.  "I, I, don't know what's happening."

        He smiled charmingly, "I know, you are feeling like you want
something in you.  Be patient, I"m going to help you out, but only if you
ask."

        He continued kneading my upper legs, my abdomen and again
returned to my ass checks and then began stroking my puckered hole..
"Fuck me, please," I begged.  He smiled reassuringly.  "Yes Jeff.  I will
because you are my friend and you have asked me."

        He turned me so I was on my knees and my upper body supported on
my elbows.  I was panting like a dog in anticipation.  Remember I had
never been fucked before and yet I wasn't afraid and I was eager.  I
trusted him.  He rubbed some oil on my hole and on himself,. all the time
talking soothingly.  "Be patient, I'm going to give you your wish."  He
put the head of his rather fat cock on my entrance.  "Push back and try
to shit baby."  I did what he said and the head slipped in.  I stiffened
in discomfort but it was not painful.  He was a Zen master of fucking.
He swayed slightly, expanding my passage, moving in so slowly that I felt
nothing bad.  I heard him sigh loudly.  "I am completely in you Jeff.  I
am in control of your ass.  I will give you great pleasure but you must
surrender completely.  You must remember, I am a cocky lad, not given to
taking a subservient role yet I gave up all my free will, gladly to this
master of technique.  And so the voyage began, in and out, but slowly.  I
realized I was moaning and weeping.  He reached around and dried my eyes.
 "I know, I know" he said reassuringly, "It was the same for me when I
had a good person who cared, behind me."  Then he began to move more
quickly, paying more attention to his own need, moaning along with me.

        "I'm going to come," I said with amazement.  I hadn't and he
hadn't touched me.  I stiffened and cried out as my penis shot great gobs
of white offering.  "Now I can cum." he grunted  and began a rapid
motion, suddenly freezing and pulsing in my ass.  I could actually feel
the walls being pelted with hot gizm.]

        "It's over.  It's always too soon," he said sadly, "but we can
reach for heaven again.....but only when you ask for it."

        I slipped into sleep and didn't even hear him leave.

Uncle Jack is firm with me

        A day or so later Uncle Jack paid me a visit.  "I hear from the
grapevine that you have been a busy massager and more."  He looked hard
at me with I hoped mock severity.

        I said nothing.  What could I say.  I just looked down at the
floor.

        "You like this job and you do it well but I'm thinking I might
have to take you off it and put you to rolling the courts again.  It's
nearly a hundred degrees out so you can really enjoy yourself."

        "I'm really sorry.  I hope I didn't cause any trouble.  Things
just happened."

        "Yeah I know.  But I wonder if you are as good as I heard you
were."

        "Do you want a massage?" I asked.

        "No, if you want me to forget about your transgressions," he said
in a schoolmaster way, "You'll have to prove yourself."

        "what?."

        He stood up.  Get on your knees and come to Uncle Jack.  I did
it.  I was face level to his crotch.  "Open my belt and get me naked from
my waist to my ankles."

        This was going to be easy.  I always had a thing for my Unkie.
His legs were beautiful, glinting with blond hair,  his cock lay slightly
full against his low hanging balls.  There was a beautiful odor of
manliness coming from him.  I leaned forward.  His cock began to rise to
meet me.  I heard Jack take a sharp intake of breath.  I put my tongue on
him and licked gently.  He got harder and it rose higher.  Finally I
slipped my mouth over the head, then wet my way down until he pubic hair
was against my nose.  I determined that this was going to be the best
blow job he had ever had.  I suckioned and vibrated my tongue, I flicked
the head, I moved the foreskin with my lips, finally swallowing it all,
down my throat and letting my throat muscles add a new sensation.  I
glanced up, his eyes were closed.  He was heavily flushed and breathing
in rasps.  I began stroking his ball sack, tickling the back, pulling the
loose skin gently.  I felt him get harder.  He reached for my shoulders
to hold himself up and I supported him by wrapping my arms around his
thighs.  Then with a mighty roar he began spewing come down my throat,.
Finally his spasms ended and he sank into a chair.

        "Your lips and mouth are a dangerous weapon and should be
registered."  We both laughed and we hugged as we had all my life.

This the final part of the story.  I hope you go to sleep tonight
dreaming that Bob, Jack, Marshall and Spike are all working on your naked
body.      Cheers......

Jay Roberts