Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 00:49:24 +0000 From: Gay Pop Idol Subject: Beating The Seed Legal bit (concentrate!!) Are you sure you are old enough to read homosexual erotic stories which will make you have an erection and with continued stroking of said erection are likely to have an orgasm? Yes -- Love the story. No - F**k Off and do your homework Oh yeah, this is about two tennis player whom you might have heard of. This don't mean they're gay, sorry, and is in no way suggestive of their sexuality. Beating the Seed It had been one of the hardest days of his career, and he had suffered possibly the most humiliating defeat ever. He was the number two seed -- no, he had been the number two seed. That was all ended by the upstart from Croatia. Marat Safin was angry. He couldn't believe how dreadful he had played. No, it wasn't that he had played badly, it was that his opponent had played so well. In fact, he had played him off the court, and out of Wimbledon. He had been looking forward to possibly meet the number one, Leyton Hewitt, in the final, but now that wasn't going to happen. One thing was on his side -- the old Wimbledon tradition. As he walked off court with the victor at his side he looked over, and saw the look of pure joy in Ancic's face. He was in heaven, having just beaten the number 2 seed, and making an incredibly strong debut at the All England Club. "So, when do I get paid?" asked Marat, only to be greeted by a look of confusion. "What do you mean?" Ancic hadn't a clue what he was on about. "Oh come one, surely you must have heard about the `beating a seed' tradition?" Again confusion/ "I'll explain all when we get back to the locker room." Ancic's mind was racing, thinking about what he would have to pay Marat for beating him. He always thought that beating a seed at Wimbledon would be the most amazing thing ever, but now he couldn't feel happy, he just felt scared. He was trying to imagine what Marat could have meant, surely he didn't really have to pay him. Marat Safin on the other hand knew exactly what was going on. He knew that this was the only comfort for being knocked out by an unseeded player in the early rounds. He mind too was racing, at the thought of what he was going to get from this hot young Croat. He was wearing a white shirt (a different look for a tennis player) and the sweat was making it go see-through. His well defined body was evident, and completely hairless, something Marat was looking forward to exploring. They continued their walk back to the locker room in silence, and only when they had been left to change did Marat make his next move. "So, when do you want to settle your account?" He asked out of politeness, knowing perfectly well that he would settle it straight away. "Whats this all about mate? What have I got to pay you for?" Ancic still didn't understand. "Well, you have beaten a seeded played in Wimbledon, and now, as the defeated player, demand my payment, as is allowed by the old Wimbledon tradition. You have beaten the Number 2 seed, that's means you now have to beat them twice." "Right, so you want me to play you again, to beat you again?" Ancic wasn't getting any of this. "Nope, firstly I want you to get those sweaty clothes off. Then, I'll show you how to really beat me" Startled, Ancic did as he was told. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on his sports bag. Next were his trainers, which he untied and gently removed them and his socks. Finally he took off his shorts to reveal his left in a well cut pair of black boxers. "Now what?" "now you finish off doing as you're told and dump the boxers?" Not knowing what was going on, and a little nervous, Ancic did as he was commanded, and hooked his thumbs into his boxers and took them off in one swift movement. There he stood, in the locker room of Wimbledon, naked and being ordered about by Marat Safin. "Right, time to explain all. The Wimbledon tradition states that if you beat a top 5 seed at wimbledon, you have to give them sexual pleasures, totalling the number of their seeding position. I am seeded 2 therefore you have to give me 2 sexual pleasures. I have decided that firstly you will suck me off, and then you will offer your ass for my enjoyment." Ancic almost died as Marat explained what he would have to do. He had no time to think though, as soon Marat was undressing. Thinking of what was going to happen to him aroused him, and within a few seconds he was standing, staring at an increasingly naked Safin, sporting a 9" erection. When he got down to his black briefs Safin walked over to Anci and took hold of his penis. He gently started rubbing it, causing waves to pleasure to ripple through him. He leant into kiss him, and firmly pushed him to the floor, leaving Ancics mouth right in line with his throbbing, yet still covered, dick. Using his teeth Ancic pulled away the briefs, causing Marats 11" cock to spring up and hit him fair on the nose. Knowing what was expected of him he began working his tongue around the head of Safins penis, gradually taking more and more until he was almost gagging on the whole cock, pressing against the back of his throat. After sucking on it for a while, causing them both to moan and groan in sheer ecstacy, Marat declared, "Ancic, time for number 2. Stand up and bend over the bench." When he had done do, Marat went to his bag, returning with a bottle of shower gel, which he squirted into his hand, and massaged onto the eager cheeks. Using his forefinger he moved towards Ancic's crack, and rubbed it firmly with the gel. Feeling more confident he pushed against it, until his whole finger was lodged in Ancic's anus. After removing it, and covering his whole hand in gel he worked three fingers into the waiting hole, before removing his hand and pressing his dick up against it. Puching hard he eased his whole cock into the hole, cause Ancic the most horrendous and yet most pleasuring experience he had ever had. Marat moved his cock in and out, and in and out, and so on for almost ten minutes, causing Ancic to almost pass out with exhaustion before he finally shot his loads into the eager anus. They both collapsed on the floor, both naked and connecting with each other. Marat looked down on Ancic and smiled. "If that's how you fuck, you ought to beat seeds more often!"