Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2004 20:34:43 -0700
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: chronicles-of-roddick-07

Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your
thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has no
knowledge of Andy Roddick's sexuality, nor that of any other celebrity
mentioned here, and has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy
fiction. Enjoy!

THE CHRONICLES OF RODDICK, Part 7

by Backlash29

*     *     *

"Andre... ooh, Andre..."

Andy's moans were muffled by the fact that his face was pressed awkwardly
into the mattress of Andre Agassi's massive hotel bed.

Less than four hours earlier, the two had faced off at a pavilion in
downtown Cincinnati, competing for the Cincinnati Masters, a key prize in
professional tennis. Andy's game was affected by the gang-bang he'd received
shortly before the match began, when several local black street thugs he met
outside his hotel came up to his room and fed him cock at both ends. Andy
knew he should have been focused on the imminent match with Andre, but his
lust for black cock and his cunt's appetite for big wet cumloads got the
better of him, so he was fucked constantly for three hours until he had to
pull his tennis clothes on and run out of the hotel to catch his limo, fresh
cum seeping out his hole the entire way.

He played the match that way, his loins and shorts soaked with the fresh
loads he had received from the thugs, and while he tried to stay on top of
his game, the distraction of all that great dick proved too much, and he
lost the set to his rival, Andre. As they shook hands before leaving the
court, he detected from Andre's lurid sneer that he expected an even greater
prize than the quarter million dollars the match awarded: He expected Andy
to give up his ass for him, back at his hotel.

Swallowing his pride (and what remained of the cum loads he'd taken orally
before the match), Andy dutifully arrived at Andre's dressing room and
wordlessly they got into Andre's limo together. He sucked off the handsome
older player in the limo's back seat, taking one goopy load in his mouth
before they even arrived. Andre's crotch smelled sweaty, and his uncut cock
tasted great. On the king-sized bed in Andre's massive top-floor suite, Andy
obediently got on all fours, naked, and served up his hole for Andre to
take.

Still pre-lubed generously from the thug's dozens of loads, his ass accepted
Andre readily and over the next few hours took five more victory loads of
jizz from the reigning champ of tennis. Andre was hung big and fat, over ten
inches long by seven inches around, and Andy loved every second of it.
Still, losing the match to Andre made him weary and regretful, and a short
while into the steady fuck, Andy found himself crying. This just spurred
Andre to fuck the slut harder, knowing that he was a pathetic little
cry-baby cunt-boy who wasn't good for anything but taking his thick bone
over and over up his juicy, tender young pussy hole.

*     *     *

Leaving Andre's hotel, Andy sat sprawled in the back seat of his own limo,
demoralized and completely spent. His eyes ached from crying, which he'd
done for over two hours, both from self-pity and from the sheer wonder and
intensity of incessantly taking Andre's giant bone and multiple loads deep
inside his hole.

He felt miserable. The reality of losing the match was setting in. There
would be hell to pay, both in the media and in his own inner circle of
coaches and investors. He didn't want to deal with it, but he knew it was
waiting for him, as soon as he arrived at his own hotel. What to do, what to
do?

To try and relax, he lowered the black track pants that clung to his slim
hips and sexy lower frame. (They were the only clothes he had on, except for
a cum-soaked T-shirt, which Andre had used to clean his first few loads off
Andy's leaking butt and then gag the slutty bitch with as he delivered loads
3, 4 and 5.) Raising his legs and reaching down, Andy dug into his oozing
cum-trench and got his hand wet with the jism that flowed from the hole,
bringing it to his face for a snack, as he continued pondering his
situation. The back of the limo gave him ample space to touch himself and
feed himself the loads from his own hot young cummy ass. Over and over, he
slurped the cum off his fingers and then reached back down for more. He
loved eating cum from his own ass. It helped him think. Andy thought the
sticky sauce was especially delicious today, knowing it was pumped out of
his rival's plump, smelly uncut Greek cock...

Hm... Greek cock. In a few short days, Andy was scheduled to go to Athens.
His first competition in the 2004 Olympics was on Day 4...but why not arrive
early for some fun?

Grabbing his cell phone, he called his manager. "I'm going straight to the
airport," he announced. "Pack my stuff at the hotel and meet me in my suite
at the Olympic Village in two days."

*     *    *

Arriving in Athens, a few days before the games were to begin, Andy was
filled with the urge to suck cock. Not just any cock, but as much of the
local uncut Greek cock as he could. Being fed steaming loads at both ends
from Andre's giant tool had put a hunger in him that was yet unquenched.

He started with the limo driver who met him at the Athens airport, this one
a handsome middle-aged man who spoke little English and probably had no idea
about Andy's proclivities, but who soon enough figured them out when Andy
motioned for the man to join him in the back of the limo instead of taking
his place in the front. Andy opened the man's pants and was rewarded with
another ten-inch Greek boner, albeit not quite as thick as Andre's had been.
He blew the man until his shot his wad down Andy's gullet, soothing the
randy tennis pup's pent-up need to taste Greek cum.

Then the driver called some friends, and there was a long detour on the way
to the Olympic Village. By the time Andy finally checked into his suite, it
was nearly midnight (ten hours after his plane landed) and he had sucked
more than fifty local cocks, and had multiple Greek loads leaking from his
ass. He took them from the driver's friends, from friends of those friends,
from the strapping hot young sons of those friends, and finally from the
anonymous patrons of a 24-hour sex club in the Plaka, whose supply of
swarthy young men with beautiful looks and gigantic cocks got even better
when Andy began handing out American hundred dollar bills.

Based on the success of that first day's airport ride, Andy knew he had made
the right decision to arrive early. He was also pleased to find that all
this sex was assuaging his hurtful memory of losing the match in Cincinnati.
Without the catharsis he'd felt from that deep, hard grudge-fuck he took
from Andre, he might never had opened his mind to this new, latest flavor of
cock for his hungry holes.

The power of the almighty dick can indeed move in mysterious ways...

*     *     *

Finally back at the Olympic Village, Andy rested for a while, then woke at
around 2am to the sound of a pounding at his door. Groggy and jet-lagged, he
went to the door and opened it, but no one was outside. Then he realized
that the banging sound was coming from the wall of his bedroom, not the
door. Curious, he walked down the hall to the next apartment and, finding it
open, let himself inside.

The apartment was a mirror image of his own. The whole wing was reserved for
tennis players. So, when Andy pushed open the bedroom door where the
mysterious sounds were coming from, he was only slightly surprised to see
his good friend Mardy Fish on all fours on the bed, getting his ass pounded
so hard that it was knocking his head into the headboard. The room was dim,
and Andy didn't at first notice who was doing the fucking, but he managed a
weary smile at the sight of his buddy's eagerness to be slam-fucked.

"Don't bump your head too hard, Fish," Andy snickered. Even though he was
only half-awake, his dick stirred in his boxers at the sight of his svelte,
sexy friend taking cock on the bed.

Mardy turned his head and, recognizing Andy, gave a breathless smile. His
top turned and smiled, too, and Andy noticed who it was: Josh Hartnett!

"Jeepers," Andy said. "Hi, Josh. What the hell are you doing here?"

"What does it look like?" Josh said good-naturedly. "Fucking Mardy's sweet
ass!"

"I met him downstairs in the lounge," Mardy explained between grunts of
pleasure. "He's here to scope out hot athletes he wants to fuck. I told him
to stop by anytime, and he followed me right into the elevator..."

In the Athens moonlight that filtered through the hotel blinds, Josh's
limber body shone like a dream. He wore a white dress shirt that hung open
around his tan, sexy midsection; his slacks were lowered to his ankles, his
black bikini briefs to mid-thigh. He knelt behind Mardy on the huge
mattress, and the shirt hiked up his back just enough to show his solid
glute muscles as they flexed and pocked with each deep stroke he made into
the tennis star's cute, pint-sized ass. Mardy's boy-cunt took Josh's pole
like a pro, and Josh did his best to pound it as hard and as deep as the
young man could take it.

Andy stood by, watching the scene and pulling on his own hard cock inside
his boxers, until finally Mardy let loose a familiar scream, indicating that
Josh's rich, creamy load was escaping high up inside his superstar butt.
Andy himself had never sampled that load, but he knew he wanted to try it
now.

Mardy collapsed forward on the bed, fatigued from the intense fuck Josh had
delivered. Josh pulled out his dripping nine inches, still rock hard. Andy
saw it and swooned. It was exactly the kind of cock you'd want Josh Hartnett
to fuck you with: dark, plump, long, ragingly hard, and covered in sticky
goo from the last load he shot into some lucky boy's asshole. "You got more
rounds in that thing?" Andy asked.

"For you? Hell, yes," Josh replied, flashing his charming grin. "I bet
you've got a really sweet boy pussy."

"That's what they tell me," Andy said, climbing onto the bed next to Mardy
and bending over in the same position his fellow tennis pro had just
assumed. "Stick it in there and find out."

Josh obeyed, and soon Andy was filled with the cock of one of his favorite
movie stars. The big dick slid right in, fully hard, as if it the orgasm it
had just spent inside Mardy's hole had never even happened.

"Holy shit," Josh said. "Your ass is all sticky inside, man. Did you just
take some loads?"

Andy laughed. "Dude, I've got like forty loads in there right now, at
least," he told him. "You have no idea how slutty I am..." He traded a
knowing smile with Mardy, who was still catching his breath.

Josh whistled in surprise. "Jesus, I guess you are a slut," he said, working
his cock around inside Andy's mushy hole. "All that cum really feels good on
my dick. I'm just going to stir it around for a minute."

"Take your time," Andy said. "We've got all night. I'm pretty tired, but if
I fall asleep, just keep fucking me."

"Really?" Josh said. "'Cos I can probably go all night. Do you really let
guys keep on fucking you after you go to sleep?"

"Yeah man, I do it all the time. When I'm on tour, I just leave my hotel
room door open, and in the morning I don't even know who's been there, I
just find all the cum in my ass."

"Swee-ee-et..." Josh sighed, and he began pumping steadily in and out. Andy
relaxed and sighed as well.

Sure enough, after only fifteen minutes or so of taking Josh's cock up his
ass (and loving every second), Andy drifted into a light sleep, only to
awake some time later to find himself rolled over onto his back, Josh
hovering above him, the boy-stud's cock still charging in and out of his
pussy-hole at a steady rhythm.

Andy asked groggily, "What time izzit?"

Josh, now completely naked and sweating profusely, glanced quickly over his
shoulder at the bedside clock, not wanting to break his concentration. "A
little after four," he said. "I gave you two loads on your knees, and now
I'm gonna breed your hole this way until morning. Your pussy is just too
sweet not to use like this. And I love feeling all that cum already in ya. I
oughta be good for three more big loads at least."

Josh swallowed hard, obviously fatigued from the energetic fucking he was
giving his new young friend. "Jesus Christ, I had no idea what a sexy little
cum-dump whore you were, Andy," he added. "Your hole just feels fuckin'
fantastic. As soon as I was inside you I knew I wanted to fuck you all
night!"

Andy closed his eyes again and smiled. "Yeah, do it, Josh," he moaned softly
before falling back asleep.

*     *     *

Opening Ceremonies - Day 1

Andy slept in the next day, almost until noon, except for a sweet interlude
that happened at around 7:30, just as Josh was getting ready to leave. Josh,
fully dressed and ready to head out the door, gently shook him awake. Andy's
eyes fluttered open to find Josh's handsome face mere inched from his own.

"Hey, ya big slut," Josh whispered with a smile. "I'm all done. Thanks for
giving me that hot ass."

Andy blinked a moment, then stretched happily. "Anytime," he said. "How much
did you give me?"

Josh stopped to count. "Let's see...six loads. Plus, Mardy woke up for part
of it, so he gave you a load as well." He gestured toward Mardy's snoring
frame, stretched on the sofa of the adjoining sitting room.

Andy squirmed a little on the bed, savoring all the cum that sloshed around
inside his loins. "Mmmm, it feels good," he said. "You sure you don't want
to fuck it some more?"

"Nah, I got a busy day planned. Plus, I'm going to be late for a breakfast
appointment with my agent. I'm pretty hungry from all that exertion, you
know!"

"Oh...?" Andy purred, in a teasing voice, and he slowly lifted his legs from
where Josh had lovingly tucked them under the bedclothes as he slept. Andy's
muscular lower body raised itself to the position it had been in for most of
the night, his ankles above his head, his juicy well-fucked asshole exposed.
"Forget your agent, dude. He can wait...that's what you're paying him for.
Why don't you snack on this, loverboy?"

Josh already had all of his clothes on and his overnight bag slung over his
shoulder. After a moment's hesitation, however, he dropped the bag to the
floor and leaned onto the bed, accepting Andy's offer.

"I guess a quick appetizer won't hurt..." he said.

And with that, he pressed his face into the gooey snatch hole between Andy's
sexy legs, dredging out cum with his tongue and eagerly swallowing it down.
It tasted so good, he was instantly intoxicated by it, and he pressed
deeper, grunting with each push into Andy's cum fountain. The loads were
endless, pouring out of the hot young tennis star fuck-toy like an endless
river or delicious cream.

When he stood again, some ten minutes later, Josh appeared slightly rumpled,
and Andy snickered to see that he had drooled some of the fresh cum onto his
white dress shirt. "There's a washcloth in the bathroom," he told his
friend, and Josh disappeared to go use it.

Then, finally, Josh went on his way, and Andy fell back asleep once again,
rising several hours later, returning to his own apartment, showering, and
then heading out to enjoy the city, using what few sunny hours were left of
his leisurely day. With the help of a ball cap and a baggy sweatshirt, he
managed to be incognito for the most part. For sex, he cruised a few
handsome Greek boys in the Plaka and followed them to a shaded alley, where
he dropped his track pants and took loads from both of their uncut dicks.

Then, at around 6 o'clock, he ventured north, toward the Olympic stadium
complex, and found his private box seat for the opening ceremonies. It had a
lock on the door, and a perfect view of the festivities.

*     *     *

"Man, some of those dancers are cute," Andy observed. As he watched from his
private booth, his pants at his ankles, he gently rode up and down on the
11-inch cock belonging to the Greek security guard that was specifically
assigned for Andy's protection. The two of them were alone in the booth,
with the door locked. The guard was in his mid-thirties, very handsome, and
said very little, simply smoking cigarettes and holding Andy's sexy waist as
the American wonderboy took a leisurely ride on his gigantic Greek tool.

"I can introduce you, if you want," the guard offered, in thickly accented
English, as he pushed his huge pole deeper up into Andy's cavern.

"Oh man, can you do that? That would be so great," Andy enthused, riding
happily and faster, until he took the second load of the evening from this
delicious foreign cop stud.

The guard groaned. "No problem..." He pulled his cock out of Andy's asshole.
Andy dutifully got up, knelt, sucked the dick for a few minutes until it was
rock hard once again, then sat on it once more and continued watching the
show.

*     *     *

True to his word, the security guard passed word on to a few of the dancers
that an American superstar tennis player with an insatiable butthole was
looking for company after the show. No sooner had Andy arrived back at his
apartment in the Olympic Village than there was a knock at his door. He
opened it to see one of the dancers, dressed in a trim sweat suit, looking
perfectly adorable and not a day over twenty years old.

"You are Mr. Andy?" the sweet boy asked, his voice thick with a Russian
accent.

"Yep," Andy said. "And you...?"

"Vlad," the boy said, proceeding past Andy and into the apartment. When he
reached the front sitting room, he lowered his sweatpants and leaned
seductively forward over one of the end tables next to the sofa, revealing a
perfectly round, naked bubble ass. "You will like to fuck me, OK?" the boy
said. He reached around to pull his ass cheeks apart, showing Andy that
there was already lube in his hole, probably some other athlete's cum.

Andy shrugged good-naturedly. "OK," he said. He had a raging hard-on after
the multiple fuckings he took from his sexy Greek guard in the private booth
while watching the ceremonies, and he knew from experience that young
professional dancers had some of the sweetest assholes in the whole world to
fuck.

Andy dropped his shorts and slid his long, thin ten-inch cock into the
Russian dancer's gooey snatch. The younger boy instantly started moaning and
pressing his ass back onto Andy's cock. Andy, too, let out a long exhale.
After a few days of non-stop bottoming, he was always willing to plunge his
own bone into a hot young stud's willing hole.

The dancer bitch started babbling in Russian, in low tones that just made
Andy hotter and hotter. Finally the boy muttered something in English: "Oh
Andy yes, you have nice big American cock, so good..."

Andy fucked the boy harder. This pussy felt very good.

"Oh yes, yes-s-s..." hissed the slutty foreign boy. "My pussy feels so good,
yes-s-s...fuck it, fuck my cunt."

Pleased that he was making this slut happy, he gripped the boy's bent-over
hips and started thrusting even harder. This drove the boy wild, and before
long Andy was dumping his big load of jock syrup into Vlad's hungry little
cunt. As he came, Andy growled nastily. It felt good to unload in a boy as
slutty as himself.

Andy never went totally soft, so he kept his cock inside Vlad and continued
poking in and out with slow motions. When the bottom realized he was going
to get a second round, he collapsed forward in bliss. "Oh you hot American
stud," he sighed. "So much cum. Big hard cock. Please, to fill me with it
again, yes!'

Andy resumed fucking the boy, this time with more leisure, as the cum in his
balls was not yet boiling for a second release. After about five minutes, he
noticed Vlad reaching down for something, in the pocket of his sweatpants,
which were still gathered around his ankles. His dick not leaving its comfy
home, Andy paused momentarily and reached down into the pocket to help the
boy out, producing was a cell phone.

"You want this?" Andy asked, puzzled.

The boy nodded fervently, out of breath from the ecstasy of their coupling.
Andy shrugged, handed the phone to the boy, and resumed ass-fucking him.
Multi-tasking momentarily, Vlad continued moaning and pushing his ass back
on Andy's big cock while punching some numbers into the phone. Then there
was a brief conversation in which Vlad, between groans, spoke excitedly in
Russian to whomever was on the other end, and then described what sounded
vaguely like directions to Andy's apartment. Then the conversation was over,
and Vlad tossed the phone onto the sofa next to them before returning his
focus to being a hot slutty bottom for Andy's big, throbbing superstar dick.

Presently, Andy unloaded another batch of jock goo into the dancer's hole,
and just as they were catching their breath, there was another knock at the
door. Before Andy could respond, Vlad called out something in Russian, and
the door opened wide. Four more dancers entered the apartment, one at a
time, each one sexier and more beautiful than the one before. They smiled at
Andy, their angular eastern European features beaming aroused approval at
the position they found him in with their friend.

With Andy's dick still up his ass, Vlad attempted to make introductions, but
Andy didn't care. The boys were already getting undressed, and Andy couldn't
believe the variety of their outstanding features. One was very tall and
stout, butch-looking, with a dark buzz cut and a broad chest. The next was
also tall but more model-like, with long lashes and perfect skin. The next
one was quite short, but powerfully built, with a goatee and sideburns and
full, ruby lips. The last one was slightly taller, but more waifish and
alternative looking. Andy also noticed, happily, that all sported gigantic
cocks, at least the size of his own ten inches.

Vlad finally pulled forward off of Andy's half-hard cock and spun around,
wrapping his arms around Andy and giving him a sloppy kiss. Then he said:
"You are pussy boy, like me, yes?"

Wide-eyed, Andy nodded. The guard must have told the dancers how much Andy
craved cock in his ass.

"Good," Vlad said. "These boys, they fuck me always. They look for good
pussy boy hole to fuck, like you. You will be happy taking their cocks, OK?"

"OK!" Andy replied gleefully. "Bring it on." He collapsed on his back onto
the sofa, kicking off his shorts and pulling his T-shirt up a ways, exposing
his sexy tummy and giving him leverage to raise his legs up and expose his
ass. The security guard's cumload was still leaking copiously from his
well-fucked crack.

Vlad swooned at the sight. "Oh cum, oh good," he sighed, and pushed his face
down into Andy's asshole, lapping up the sweet seed that flowed out and
preparing the tennis stud for the onslaught of big Russian dancer dick that
was about to happen.

Andy took all four dancers, one at a time, receiving their pounding thrusts
good and hard up his cumhole. The big bruiser surprised him by kissing Andy
fervently while pounding his throbbing cock in and out. That set the tone
for romance, and  soon all of the boys were kissing: each one made out with
Andy as he fucked his hole, and the others made out and jerked each other
off while waiting their turns. Vlad spent most of the time on his knees,
sucking his friends' cocks to make them hard and ready for plunging into
Andy's pussy, and then slurping all the cum off them after they shot their
orgasms up into the stud bottom.

The dancers fucked Andy twice each, cumming in his pig twat both times in
copious amounts. The biggest stud even went a third time, and after taking
two big, creamy loads from him already, Andy was impressed at the size of
load that shot from this virile hunk. Periodically Vlad helped clean out
Andy's hole with his tongue in between the poundings that it took from his
four companions. Finally, when all were exhausted, little Vlad took his turn
as well, driving into Andy's impossibly cummy snatch with his modest
seven-incher and flooding it with a big pent-up load of sperm himself.

Following this, all six young men collapsed in a big pile on and around the
sofa, with Andy at the center, lazily making out together and licking up the
stray stripes of cum off his tender white skin. They snoozed this way
together until Andy woke up in the late evening and found that they had
gone.

*     *     *

Day 2

The next morning, Andy woke with a hard-on and started to beat off. Then,
once again, he heard a knock at the door of his apartment. Stumbling out of
bed, he opened the door to find a very sexy alternative-looking young stud,
mid-twenties, with a slim but taut body and a few piercings around his ears
and face. Looking a little menacing but in a very seductive way, the young
man handed Andy a pre-printed card. On the card was printed the same message
seven or eight times, in various languages. English was at the very top.

<<Hello, I am Kory from Turkey. I am a gay slut for big cocks. I am
understanding that athletic men in these Olympics are horny always. I like
to take big loads of cum in my ass. If there is anyone here who wants to cum
in me, you can please fuck me right now. Donations accepted.>>

Andy read the note twice, making sure he understood, then looked back up at
the young man. He was terribly handsome, and in spite of having a scruffy
face and probably getting lots of recent sex, he seemed to exhibit decent
hygiene. His lower body looked fantastic in the slim, dark jeans he wore.
Why not?

"OK, come in," Andy said, motioning the boy inside.

Wordlessly, the stud entered the apartment. Kory didn't even go as far
inside as Vlad had the previous evening. Stopping a few steps inside the
door, he casually unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down so that only his
white, round ass was showing. Then he faced a section of wall next to the
door and leaned forward, spread-eagle. Reaching around, he stuck a few
fingers up his crack tentatively, pointing the way for Andy's cock, then
returned to his position, both hands flat against the wall.

Andy, who was already nude from crawling directly to bed from his sex scene
on the sitting room sofa the previous evening, pulled on his own dick a few
times to maximize his erection, and then slid his ten-inch bone into the
traveling slut's ready hole. Christ, this one was sloppy. He loved it! The
only way this stud had this much cum in him was if he had been taking loads
the whole night. Since Kory was so sexy and direct, Andy figured that was
exactly what had happened.

Beyond a simple grunt when Andy's hard-on made its initial entry, Kory was
silent for the next few minutes, just taking Andy's fuck like the true
efficient professional slut that he was. Andy appreciated this no-nonsense
approach, and within three or four minutes, he shot his load into Kory's hot
receptacle.

Andy remained inside afterwards for only a few seconds. Then he pulled out,
stepping away to give Kory some room to recover. The hunk stood upright,
re-buttoned his jeans, and adjusted himself slightly in the front hall
mirror. Remembering the part about a donation, Andy grabbed his money clip
from the bureau drawer and handed the punk a crisp America fifty, grateful
for his timely arrival to meet Andy's morning needs. Then, with a quick nod
and smile of thanks at Andy, Kory grabbed his preprinted card from the top
of the bureau, and was out the door, presumably knocking a few seconds later
at the apartment next door.

*     *     *

Later that morning, Andy made his way across town to the beach where the
volleyball teams competed. He had heard from a few reliable sources that the
beach volleyball teams were incredibly horny and loved to party with each
other and other sexy men. He confirmed this with Josh Hartnett, whom he ran
into in a cafe near his apartment. Josh had spent the night with a few of
the volleyballers, getting fucked by them alongside the studly Australian
Ian Thorpe.

"Yeah, Ian and I took their dicks for most of the night," Josh said. "You
gotta meet them, they're totally wild. If you like getting
double-penetrated, they'll even do that, too."

"No shit?" Andy laughed. It had been a while since he'd gotten a true DP.
"You're such a slut, man! You mean to say that you, Josh Hartnett, spent all
of last night getting volleyball players' cocks up your ass, two at a time?"

"Nah, not the whole night, but Ian sure did," Josh said, smiling. "I was in
a different position most of the night, on my knees sucking cock while guys
took turns behind me, pounding my hole. That's my favorite, getting plowed
at both ends non-stop. But Ian was sitting on the same dude's big fat cock
for a few hours, and letting other players get behind and push in there, one
at a time."

Andy beamed with vicarious admiration. He knew the sexy Australian swimmer
loved taking dick, but he didn't know he was such a totally depraved cock
slut, just like Josh and himself. DP'd by volleyballers!

And so Andy went to check out the action for himself. He got to the beach
just as several of the significant matches were ending. He didn't know who
had won, he wasn't even sure what countries were competing, but he didn't
care. Sexy, tan mostly-nude athletic men were all around him, and most of
them spoke English and were checking Andy out. Finally, one sandy-haired
stud approached the sexy tennis stud.

"Hey Andy," he said, with what seemed like a Scandinavian accent. "Josh
called us a little bit ago and said you would be stopping by. We're now done
for the day. Want to hang out with us and have some fun?"

"Sure, man!" Andy said. "Where?"

"Our hotel is very nearby," the stud said. "We have rooms at the Olympic
Village, but we also got a hotel here at the beach so that it would be more
convenient for...whatever activities might come up." A nasty grin spread
across his face, and then he slapped Andy hard on his firm butt. "Follow
me!"

Andy followed the Nordic stud, who was wearing only a pair of skimpy trunks,
past all of the beach courts and into a parking lot. They headed toward a
couple of vans, around which several other sexy, bronzed professional
players had congregated.

"Look, men!" Andy's escort announced to the group. "I found us a brand-new
pussy boy to play with today. I think you might recognize him! Andy here
comes highly recommended by our friend Josh from last night. Josh says he
has one of the hungriest, juiciest pussies he's every fucked!"

The men let out cheers, and welcomed Andy heartily, hugging him and slapping
his back. As they did so, Andy felt his erection throbbing inside his track
pants. He couldn't believe he was about to be gang-fucked by these hot,
twenty-something beautiful studs! Within moments, they had piled into the
vans and were driving the short distance to the volleyball players' nearby
hotel.

*     *     *

At the players' request, Andy kept his T-shirt and ball cap on the whole
time they were using him. They started with Andy on his back on the hotel
bed, sucking and jacking cocks that came at him from both sides as they
raised his legs and, one at a time, used their big dicks to sample his cummy
lower hole. Each cock teased him slightly, sliding only part way in, and
Andy moaned with bliss and anticipation, eyes shut, as he rolled his head
back and forth, sucking the knobs of first one big cock, then the other,
left and right.

Finally, after several minutes of foreplay, he felt the first big volleyball
cock sink into him all the way. He whooped and his eyes flew open, his whole
body responding to the gorgeous surprise. It was the Nordic dude, the one
who had received Josh's call. He had a fat, beer can cock that he was
pressing all the way up into Andy's sticky hole, a mischievous grin on his
handsome tan face as he did so. Once he was all the way in Andy, he fucked
his hole in deep, long strokes as Andy resumed sucking the cocks he held in
each hand.

Andy took cocks and loads that way for over an hour, keeping his hands and
lips occupied with two cocks at a time as his asshole continually received
one generous offering after another. He was vaguely aware of each cock
cumming in him, and occasionally a cock he was sucking would move away to
use his lower parts, only to be quickly replaced with the next cock in line
craving Andy's expert oral attention.

Then, after a dozen loads or so, it was time for the main event. "Josh tells
me you like what we did for Ian last night," the Nordic stud said
seductively. Andy nodded. "Well, to do it to Ian, we had to get him sitting
on Rolf here"--the man gestured toward the brawniest and best-hung hunk in
the group--"but something tells me your pussy has enough experience to take
it in a slightly different way..."

The thinnest guy in the group stepped up, sporting a long ten-inch bone, a
lot like Andy's own. He pushed half of it into Andy's cunt and then crawled
up part way over Andy's body, making room below for the others. Then the
main hunk who had been speaking stood behind the thin one, and gradually
pushed his rod into Andy's hole alongside his friend. It was a tight fit,
but Andy was such a well-used slut that overall the entry was fairly easily
managed.

"Oo-o-oo-ohh, that's good..." the stud purred. Andy agreed, gasping for
breath but savoring the pleasure of being so fully stuffed by these sexy
men. The last double-penetration his ass had taken was from Ben Affleck and
Matt Damon, more than two months before. And, as much as he loved taking
those sexy studs' cocks, they were no match for a hotel room full of
well-hung Olympic volleyball players!

The thinner top, who had partially entered Andy first, now pressed his big
cock the rest of the way inside. His light weight and nimble posture made
him flexible enough to keep Andy's cunt stuffed with his big meat and still
remain out of the way for the other friend to do his thrusting. They got a
good rhythm going, and soon Andy was flooded with twin rivers of flowing
jizz, squirting up into his asshole and mixing with all the flavorful loads
that remained there from the last few hours of fucking.

The thin stud stayed hard inside Andy, allowing his friend to pull out and
be immediately replaced by the next big cock. All of the players took turns
this way, fucking Andy's hot hole with their teammate's dick already deep
inside, and cumming powerfully into the tennis slut's gaping twat before
stepping aside for the next player to take his turn. The last stud to go was
Rolf, the hugely muscled, hugely hung star player. He pounded energetically
into Andy's tunnel, plunging out all of his friends' loads that had preceded
him, until finally with a roar he deposited his own layer of jock juice,
painting Andy's insides as the thin hunk let loose one final load of his
own.

*     *     *

Afterwards, Andy was exhausted. He had been fucked repeatedly for over three
hours, plus his surprise wake-up fuck from the Turkish hunk at his door. All
that sex, and it was only mid-afternoon! What lay in store for him next...?

*     *     *

Day 3

The next morning found Andy on his back in his Olympic Village suite, taking
on members of both the Italian and Iraqi soccer teams. They had been at it
since the early part of the previous evening, when both teams had left the
playing fields to go out carousing on the town, and had run into a group of
volleyballers who were singing the praises of Andy's amazing cunt. Soon, the
players found Andy at his suite and began fucking him, and for the last
twelve hours, Andy had done his duty--groggy from lack of sleep and drunk on
the sweet loads of cum that were being repeatedly pumped into his mouth and
ass.

Several of the players used a technique that Andy rarely saw, which he liked
to call "slide and dump." This is where a top is so incredibly hung and
virile that he simply slides his whole big cock into another man's pussy
ever so slowly, until finally, upon reaching full insertion, begins
immediately cumming into the bottom's hole. Then, the top stays hard and
continues fucking. It's as if the first load is simply added lubricant for
the hardcore follow-up fucking that ensues.

Andy had been taking "slide and dump" loads all night, and he loved the
effect. It made his hungry male twat tingle with excitement to feel a
powerful, swarthy athletic stud slowly drill his huge dick into Andy's pussy
hole and then right away flood it with a load of cum. Andy could barely
imagine how any man could be so masculine and horny to perform such a feat!
And here were several men doing it to him, all in one night! He felt lucky
to be in a room with so many talented, rugged dark-complected sexy tops.

Eventually fatigue got the better of him, and he dozed off to the sight of
his own sexy ankles hooked around the shoulders of one of the Iraqi men, and
the endless repetition of the sound of his hole being fucked so hard by the
man's cock that the juices were squirting everywhere out of his ass.

He woke around noon to a slightly smaller crowd, but still an active one.
Andy was still on his back, taking cock, this time from an extremely
handsome younger player from the Italian team who felt like he had a whopper
of a dick. Indeed, when the boy came in Andy a few minutes later and
withdrew, his half-flaccid cock still measured over eleven inches long, by
Andy's estimation. Very nice to wake up to, he mused.

A few of the players were still there from the previous night, but most had
left. A half dozen or so more, it seemed, had arrived to replace them. Andy
felt sore and hungry but knew full well that he wasn't getting up from his
bed until every last one of them was satisfied, that he had done his utmost
to please these hunky studs with his talented holes.

The bedroom TV was turned on, and as the next young stud stepped up to
insert his cock into Andy's butt, Andy blearily regarded the screen. Michael
Phelps, the American superstar swimmer, was smiling at the cameras, having
just won a gold medal. Even as sleepy as he was, and even though there was a
fresh new cock drilling his sloppy hole, Andy still found the presence of
mind to notice: Phelps was really hot. And his Speedos seemed to show the
world that he was packing another gold-medal-winner down below.

The opened, and Josh bounded in. "Shit, you're still here?" he said,
laughing in an incredulous tone. "I've stopped by twice already this
morning. You were sleeping and taking dick, a whole roomful, one right after
another. You fucking slut!"

Andy just smiled shyly and gave a bit of a stretch. "I'm a totally depraved
whore for men's cocks," he admitted. "I stayed up all night and took them.
I've only been sleeping for a couple of hours. God only knows how many loads
are up inside me now..."

"Fuckin' cum dump!" Josh teased him. Then he looked up on TV. "Fuck, that
Phelps is hot. I really wanna get on my knees in front of that Speedo and
help myself to a nice big snack, ya know?"

"I do, totally," Andy replied, hugging the hunk close to him that was
presently raping his hole. "You suppose he ever messes around with the likes
of us?"

"Only one way to find out," Josh said, a mischievous smile creeping across
his handsome face. Andy, starting to moan from the pleasure of the fuck he
was taking, saw the gleam in Josh's eyes, then smiled back. What would the
future hold for Michael Phelps?

*     *     *

After taking the last seven or eight guys in quick succession, Andy finally
chased everyone out of the suite. Josh got naked and crawled onto the bed
for a little cuddling and cum-eating, scooping huge loads out of Andy's butt
hole and devouring them like a bear getting honey from a tree.

Then the two boys showered, and headed out for some food. The rest of the
day was spent site-seeing and giving blowjobs to sexy dark-skinned Greek men
in alleys who seemed to have no idea who they were.

When they got back to Josh's hotel suite, Andy sucked his friend's cock
until the delicious cum flowed out of it, directly into Andy's mouth and
down his slutty gullet. After licking the dick clean, Andy kissed Josh
deeply and they made arrangements to meet the next morning to get more Greek
and Olympic cock.

*     *     *

Day 4

At around ten o'clock the next morning, Andy was on his knees in a tailor's
shop in the Plaka, sucking the cocks of two handsome Greek brothers, around
twenty and twenty-five years old, whose parents had gone to run errands and
left the shop in the boys' care. When Andy cruised them, they promptly hung
a sign in the window and locked the door temporarily, unzipping their khaki
flies and producing two additional specimens of the hard, fat uncut Greek
dick to which Andy was rapidly growing addicted.

He alternated back and forth between the cocks, holding one in each hand and
barely stopping to breathe between the long oral strokes he took on one
before switching to the other. Eventually the younger boy seemed ready to
erupt, so Andy abruptly yanked down his pants and presented his ass to the
boy while using his mouth to cover the older brother's cock.

As Andy lovingly sucked the twenty-five-year-old's hot prick, he reached
back and pulled his cheeks open so that the younger stud's cock could find
its target. Very soon the long shaft was buried in Andy's luscious boy cunt,
and within a few strokes Andy could feel the lad's tangy dick syrup begin to
flow into his hungry ass. It was Andy's first butt load of the day, and he
moaned gratefully on the cock he was sucking as the cum poured forth into
his moist anal channel, coating every wall and filling every crevice inside
his ass.

As Andy lovingly accepted the brother shooting the creamy load into his
cunt-tunnel, he worked hard to produce the same response in his other hole
by rabidly slurping, sucking and stroking the older brother's thick knob
with his tongue, hands, and exquisite lips. Relishing the softening cock and
oozing load in his butt, he stepped up his efforts to satisfy the Greek stud
standing before him, who by now was groaning loudly in Greek and holding
Andy's head in both hands, face-fucking the lithe, sexy tennis pro as his
cock inched closer and closer to orgasm. Finally he exploded, holding Andy's
skull still as his young prick shot a copious eruption of molten sperm. Andy
struggled happily to keep up, swallowing and gulping as much as he could
until the cock, like the first brother's, was totally spent inside him.

Just as all three were coming back down to earth, Andy's cell phone rang. He
spat out the older brother's cock and reached down into his pants, which lay
in a bundle on the floor of the shop, still around his ankles. He found the
phone and answered. "Yeah?"

It was Josh. "Hey stud, whatcha doin'?" he asked.

Sperm was escaping from the lower corners of Andy's sexy mouth. He wiped his
mouth on his sleeve so he could speak better. "Getting some hot Greek boy
cock at both ends. Two brothers."

"Hot! They still doin' ya? You need me to call back?"

"Nah man, they're done. I just got their loads in each end of me. The sexy
younger one still has his dick up my asshole. I don't think he wants me to
let go!" He smiled back at the younger brother, who smiled back.

"Well listen," Josh said. "I had coffee just now with Michael Phelps'
manager. I think I have good news!"

"No shit?" Andy said. "What, he takes dicks?"

"Well, he's pretty new to it, but I guess he's interested. There's been a
few male sluts wandering around the Olympic Village, knocking on doors and
taking loads from the athletes. Phelps met up with one of them the other
day. It was his first time fucking a load into a man's hole, and now he
wants to try more!"

"Oh yeah, I fucked one of those guys too. A sweet young Turkish thing, if I
recall." Andy shut his eyes and smiled, recalling how heavenly the boy's
slutty ass felt, already filled to the brim with hot Olympic athlete sperm
by the time Andy sunk his own ten-inch dick inside. What a great cum hole
that boy's ass had made.

"Well, Phelps is competing today, and if he wins another medal, his manager
has promised to set up a little sex party for him. He's wondering if you & I
want to be a part of it."

"Sex party? With Phelps? Fuck yes, man! That sounds hot! What are the
details?"

"The manager says, as a reward for winning the gold, Phelps gets to fuck ten
sluts...five guys, and five women. So he's already lined up some really sexy
dudes and ladies to take Phelps's big bone. But, he thought it would be cool
to have a couple of hot celebrities be the special 'icing on the cake' so to
speak. So, that's us!"

Andy laughed. "I never thought I'd be this glad to be a celebrity," he said.
"Who are the others,. then?"

"Dunno. Just really good-looking guys and women, hot slutty types who want
to be fucked. The manager says they're all professional fucks, from around
Europe. He's flying them down here to take care of several athletes, but
tonight they'll all be in Phelps' suite, ready to take a fucking from
him...IF he wins the gold!"

*     *     *

And of course, Phelps did win the gold--several times over. By the time Josh
and Andy arrived at the suite around midnight, he had delivered good, hard
victory fucks to four of the ladies and three of the men, and was balls-deep
in number eight--an elegant, stunning male model with luxurious long legs
that he wrapped around the swimmer's powerful upper body as he accepted his
hard fuck and grunted non-stop in French.

"Fuck, this is hot," Josh said as they stepped into the suite. "Jesus, he's
hung. It looks like we're gonna take a full twelve inches!"

Andy salivated, saying nothing.

Phelps, very focused on his fucking of the hot French whore, continued
pounding strenuously in and out of his hairy, professional cum hole. Andy
and Josh sat down in a couple of overstuffed chairs, opened their flies, and
started beating off as they watched the action. A couple of the whores who
had already been fucked by Phelps--a strapping German stud and a beautiful
Italian-looking woman--approached the pair from either side and began
helping them along. The woman kissed Andy and ran her hands over his slender
chest as he continued beating off. The German hunk pulled Josh's shirt up
and licked his nipples, soon kissing his way lower until he had taken the
movie star's cock in his mouth. The woman then followed suit, pushing away
Andy's hand and deep-throating his engorged ten inches in one swoop.

The boys relaxed and looked at each other with a smile. "Whoa! This is
awesome!" Josh said.

"Yeah, fuckin' great," Andy agreed. He still loved getting head, and though
it was usually a guy's mouth covering his dick most days of the week, he
still appreciated the same attention from a woman. Leaning over from his
chair toward Josh's, he touched his friend's shoulder, pulling him close.
"Kiss me, man."

And so Josh Hartnett and Andy Roddick made out together, seated separately
and still mostly dressed, in side-by-side chairs, as two start-struck
European model/escorts dutifully got on their knees between the stars' legs
and fed themselves the sexy duo's throbbing, delicious nine- and ten-inch
celebrity cocks.

Phelps finished pounding his load into the French male cunt he was fucking,
and as soon as that stud rolled away, he was replaced by an exotic,
Indian-looking woman. He was alternating: male pussy, female pussy, male,
female, etc. to enjoy the changeable sensations of his newfound bisexuality.
He fucked this girl until his seed was spent inside her, then fucked the
last man (a pretty young black slut-boy), followed by the last woman (a
ravishing Nordic blond). All of the sluts moaned loudly as Phelps pounded
his gigantic foot-long meat inside them, spewing in every one of them his
Olympic gold-medal-winning superstar cum.

Finally, after all that sex, Phelps fell back on his haunches, looking
around the room. He had cum ten times in these sluts and was ready for more.
Looking at the boys seated in the chairs, he had a sudden moment of
recognition. "Josh? And...Andy? What the hell are you guys doing here?"

"We're the surprise from your manager," Josh spoke up. Andy was busy sucking
the German model's cock.

"You're...what? You mean..."

"Yeah," Josh said, standing up and kicking off what remained of his
clothing. "We take dick. And loads." He crossed the room and crawled onto
the bed with Phelps. "Especially from big, fat dicks like this one..." He
gave Phelps' unstoppable hard-on a friendly tug, then bent over submissively
in a face-down position. "Now, put it in there, man. I've been waiting all
day to get fucked by your big stud swimmer cock!"

To emphasize his demand, Josh reached back with both hands, pulling his
cheeks apart to expose his pretty hole. It was already sticky and lubed with
several loads--from a couple of the hotel staff where he was staying, from
his hot black chauffeur, even a load from Andy a few hours earlier. All he
needed now was for the gorgeous megahung nineteen-year-old stud Phelps to
push his huge dick in there and go to town.

Phelps thrusted relentlessly in and out of Josh's fine, wet hole. He
couldn't believe his good luck. His manager was getting a bonus check for
this one! Meanwhile, Josh, remembering that this was a victory present to
the teen athlete, played his role to the hilt. Taking Phelps' huge thick
cock over and over and pressing his ass back for more after every thrust,
Josh grunted and groaned so happily and loudly that Phelps was afraid the
athletes in the neighboring suite would hear them:

"YES-S-S!! Fuck me...fuck me Michael, your cock feels so good...in my pussy...fuck
me harder...!!"

Phelps readily complied, slamming his hips against Josh's desirable ass
harder and harder with every thrust. He couldn't believe he was fucking Josh
Hartnett! What more, he couldn't believe that Josh Hartnett was naked on his
bed, taking Phelps' big log up his sweet, tender ass, and begging him
lustily for more! Josh was such a sweet young man on the screen, so polite
and masculine. And now, to find out that he was a depraved slut who needed
to be bred, whose male cunt was as hungry for Phelps' seed as the other
professional whores whose asses and cunts he'd been fucking for the last few
hours...it boggled his mind!

His eleventh load was slow to arrive, but he used this to his advantage,
fucking harder and harder, giving Josh's fantastic ass as much cock as
possible for as long as he could. Fucking Josh was better than fucking all
of the others combined, because his asshole was better, and because, well,
he was Josh Hartnett. Phelps remembered seeing Josh in a movie five years
before and feeling a sexual stir...he was one of the first men who ever
produced such a reaction in him, and helped make him aware of his latent
bisexual nature.

Josh was a trooper and kept pressing his butt straight back to absorb the
pressure and puncture of Phelps' repeated blows. By the time he heard Phelps
scream in orgasm and the long river of pent-up sperm explode from his fire
hose cock up into Josh's rectum, Josh was afraid he had bruises on both
cheeks of his ass. He savored the sensation of Phelps' scalding teen cum
load filling his ass to capacity. Not a bad performance, given that the
power hunk had already shot ten loads previously that day, all in the past
few hours.

As Josh collapsed in exhaustion, pulling his hole off Phelps' giant dick,
Phelps complimented him breathlessly: "Jesus fuckin' Christ, that is the
best pussy I've ever fucked, man or woman. Thank you so much. I don't know
when I'll ever get to fuck a hole that sweet ever again!"

"Oh come on," Josh chided. "You just won, like, fifty Olympic gold medals.
You can get all the pussy you want, man, anytime you want it...at your beck
and call. And you can tap THIS ass"--Josh spanked his own butt cheeks, which
were indeed already glowing red from Phelps' onslaught--"any time you come
to L.A.!"

"No shit?" Phelps asked. "You mean it? Really?"

"Fuck yeah, really. I love getting fucked by hot young dudes with big cocks.
I do it every day, usually lots of times per day. So getting an Olympic stud
who's hung like a firehose to pound my asshole and shoot his wad into me is
just too good to be true!"

Phelps smiled shyly, pulling on his wonder-dick. Half-hard and growing, it
seemed to have some life left in it. "Yeah, the guys and ladies all tell me,
this cock definitely does the trick."

"No kidding, man," Josh said. "And now, you can prove it to the REAL guest
of honor here." He motioned toward Andy, who was still on his knees but was
now guzzling down a load from the French model who'd taken Phelps' cock when
they arrived, while his ass was being filled by the mega-hung young black
stud who had been the last call boy to be fucked by their host. "If you
thought my ass was good, wait until you try Andy's," Josh added. "His sweet
boy pussy is like nothing else you've ever felt, trust me. Is that right?"

The boy fucking Andy frantically nodded his agreement as his cum escaped up
the slut's slick channel. Andy accepted the load, and finished swallowing
the one being shot in his mouth, before daintily dislodging both cocks from
his holes and approaching his friends on the bed.

"Hi Michael," Andy greeted Phelps. Andy wore his trademark ball cap, pulled
backwards. Other than that, he was naked except for his ankle socks. "You've
got a nice big dick there. DO you want to fuck me with it? It sounds like
Josh here really enjoyed taking it. I bet you shot a big, delicious cum wad
up his ass."

"Ooo-oo-ooh yeah, baby, he sure did," Josh cooed, playing along. He flopped
onto his back and raised his legs, jamming two fingers in and out of his
cummy hole a few times until the fresh, gooey load started to flow out of
his hole. On cue, Andy dipped down between the movie star's strong legs and
gingerly lapped up the cum as it ran out of Josh's hole.

"Mmm-m-mmm, mmm-mm-mmm..." Andy hummed as he felched Josh's well-fucked
pussy. "This is so good. You have good cum, Michael. Really yummy. Mmm-mm,
I'm gonna love getting some of this pumped inside me. There's so much of
it...you must have shot it really deep. Why don't ya stick your big cock up
my ass and fuck me while I keep licking out all your sweet jizz from Josh's
ass?"

Not needing to be told twice, Phelps instantly jumped to his feet next to
the bed and lined up his now-raging twelve-inch boner with the unbelievably
sexy crevice between the cheeks of Andy's cute white ass. Andy's hole had an
instinctive way of sensing and devouring any cock head that came into its
vicinity, and with a slight wag on his hips, Andy fit Phelps' big mushroom
head into his outer pussy lips and immediately began using his ass to suck
all twelve inches of his bone inside.

"HO-ly shit, fu-uu-uckk..." Phelps groaned as his surprise was replaced by
sheer bliss. Josh was right, Andy's male cunt was unlike anything he'd ever
felt. It was tight enough to grab the entire shaft of his cock, but still
loose and wet enough to coat it, lube it, and massage it, just like a girl's
cunt did. What's more, it took all of him right away--very few men he'd
fucked could do that, given his enormous size, and most girls wouldn't even
try.

Phelps set to work fucking Andy, but Andy expended most of the effort.
Andy's powerbottom tendencies were in overdrive by now. It was like his ass
had a mind of its own, and it was addicted to taking cock and getting bred.
And who better to breed Andy's sweet ass than an Olympic gold medalist? It
had already sampled more than its share of hot athlete cock and cum so far
that week. Hell, he easily had over a hundred loads of authentic Olympic
baby batter in his cum hole by now, and he'd only been in Athens for four
days. So, who better to add to it than Phelps, one of the youngest and most
promising of the lot?

Andy pondered all this as he let his ass go on auto-pilot, receiving cock
and transmitting pleasure, both to Phelps' dick and to his own brain. In the
meantime, he snacked on Josh's cum-engorged ass cavern, one of his favorite
dining spots of recent discovery. Josh's butt fed him more and more cum,
oozing out fresh spunk with every wink of his talented pucker. Eventually
Andy had eaten so much from it that he knew he'd ingested all of Phelps'
load and so he must be eating some loads from earlier that day. Who did Josh
say had been fucking him, again? He couldn't remember. But whoever it was,
they were delicious.

*     *     *

Day 5

The next day was Andy's first day of competition at the games. He won his
matches handily, and the success made him cocky. Too cocky, as it turns out.
Rather than focusing on his game and putting in the practice time that was
still needed to raise him through the Olympic ranks, he decided to be slutty
instead.

And what better way to be slutty than to get fuck by the entire US Olympic
Basketball Dream Team?

All of the players were staying at a special building on the edge of the
Olympic Village grounds. It turns out that one of the random studs Andy let
fuck his ass earlier in the week (a fortysomething older "coach" type with a
stocky, hairy body and a phenomenal cock) was one of the managers of the
Dream Team's activities. When he learned firsthand how slutty Andy's ass
was--he fucked the dream tennis stud in a storage room at the basketball
facility, alongside two other coaches and a group of strapping maintenance
hunks who were waiting their turn--he immediately set about arranging for
Andy to make a visit to meet the team.

Andy was excited, of course, and took the man up on his offer. After leaving
the courts victorious that afternoon, Andy instructed his driver to take him
directly to the Dream Team's apartments, where he was met at the door by
Carmelo Anthony and Lebron James, who led him inside and quickly stripped
off his sweaty clothes. "Good match, bitch," Carmelo told him. "Now get on
your knees and suck this big nigga cock. We're gonna get you so fuckin'
pregnant today, you gonna be the nastiest whore at the games!"

Sounded about right to Andy. Naked once again except for his ball cap and
sneakers, he dutifully knelt to inhale Carmelo's big rod, as Lebron likewise
flopped out his big half-hard dick and slapped it against the bottom's face
in anticipation. Both cocks were impressive--thick, dark, and over a foot in
length. He made oral love to both of them, alternating back and forth, for
about ten minutes until he heard a commotion on the stairs and other players
entering the room.

"Hey my man," Lebron greeted the first stud. Andy was busy sucking cock and
didn't notice who it was.

"Hey," the guy replied. "This him?"

"This is him," Carmelo said. "In the flesh. He sucks a mean dick, man, and
you know his white little ass is made for tappin'. Go on, let's get him onto
the sling."

Sling? That got Andy's attention. He was pulled to his feet and pushed
toward a door in the corner of the room. This led to another apartment,
whose main living room space had been converted for the day's purposes: The
shades were drawn, making the room almost pitch dark; all of the furniture
had been removed, except for a few chairs and a sofa along the side walls;
and in the center of the room, the team had installed a black leather sling,
just like the ones Andy enjoyed using so much at the sex clubs where he
spent most Friday and Saturday nights back in the States.

Andy didn't need any further instruction. He climbed into the sling, face
up, and hung his ankles in the loops on either side, attaching them to the
chains that made up the sling's overall structure. He kept his hands at his
sides, relaxed, and scooted up so that his head could swing easily from side
to side, and his neck could drop over the back of the sling for reverse
cocksucking as needed.

And then, he started taking cocks.

One after another, they approached him. Usually there were four or five at a
time. One would plow into his ass pussy and fuck it hard. One would stand to
either side of his face and he would alternate sucking their big sweaty
cocks. And often a few more would stand nearby, and Andy would reach out his
hands to grab their erect dicks, pulling and prepping them for their turns
at one or both of his holes.

Since it was dark, he couldn't see who was fucking what part of him at any
given time, and this was exactly how he preferred it. He knew it was the
Dream Team. He knew who all these men were. He knew they were all there,
plus probably even a few other friends that they'd brought along for the
ride. And, Andy knew more than anything else that he was born to take their
cocks.

The ones fucking his ass seemed to cum the fastest. This was usually the
case in gangbangs where Andy was the center of attention. His sweet young
cum hole was so enticing that even men with great staying power had a
difficult time delaying their release into his stud pussy cunt.

After a dozen or so fucks, Andy was so filled with cum that every time a top
withdrew his spent cock, the excess seed from his hole hit the rubber rug
underneath them with a loud splash. Midway through the proceedings, Carmelo
dragged Andy out of the sling and forced his face into the giant puddle of
semen, making their pet boy lick it up from the soiled rubber surface. When
he had cleaned it to Carmelo's satisfaction, he was told to finger his own
pussy and clean out as much of the jizz from there that he could. He obeyed
this command with relish, humming loudly with satisfaction as he made a meal
for himself from the handfuls of protein that he shoveled out of his own
cunt.

Then, they helped him back into the sling so he could take more loads.
Carmelo was right, they were getting him pregnant. All told, his ass took
over eighty loads from the team that day, not finishing until the wee hours
of the morning. In addition, Andy sucked down over twenty-five loads of cum.

Andy found out later that the gang bang was in reality a grudge fuck of
sorts. Their manager had arranged it for their victory at the games--renting
the extra apartment, furnishing it with the sling--but when the team
unexpectedly got eliminated in their humiliating loss to Puerto Rico, they
took out their aggressions on Andy's mouth and ass pussy holes, instead.

*     *     *

Day 6

Andy stumbled home in the wee hours, hoping to get a few hours' sleep before
he was expected back on the courts for the days competition. But no sooner
had he dozed off than he heard a pounding at the door of his suite. Groaning
and cursing and half-awake, he loped to the apartment doorway and opened
wide.

"Whaddayawant...?" he yawned as he pulled the door open. What he saw,
however, made him open his eyes wide and blink. It was one of the Hamm
brothers, and he was pulling a large engorged dick out of his sexy,
form-fitting track pants.

"Hey buddy. This needs to go down so I can compete later. I hear you're the
best in town."

"Uhh-hh..." Andy was torn between the need for sleep and his innate cock
lust. "Yeah. Which one are you?"

"Does it matter?" he gymnast said, pushing his way past Andy and into the
suite. "Let's fuck."

Andy shut the door and followed this aggressive young lad into the bedroom,
where he himself had been happily unconscious not thirty seconds before.
Obediently, Andy assumed the position. He was already naked, so he got on
the bed, did his cat stretch, and pushed his ass up in the air where his top
would have easy access. "Alright, man, stick it in."

The mystery Hamm brother climbed onto the bed, not removing any clothing,
and shoved his exposed hard-on into Andy's upturned ass. Andy let out a
loud, single groan of gratitude and acceptance. Then he took the athlete's
hard, deep strokes, slowly, one long jab after another, until after a minute
or so he felt his ass being soaked with a heavy dose of sperm.

"Ooo-ooh yeah..." the gymnast sighed. "That's the first load. I'm gonna give
you a whole bunch more."

And so Andy took the fucking, getting his ass spermed every fifteen or
twenty minutes thereafter by this glorious stud. He tried to doze off while
it was happening, but this was more difficult in his current position.
Usually, he only took fucks unconscious while he was on his back.

The top loved Andy's ass. "Yeah, take it, bitch. That's a sweet ass. You
want it, don't ya, right in your hole."

In response, Andy simply smiled and purred.

After two hours of fucking, it was ten o'clock, time for him to get down to
the courts to compete. But the Hamm twin fucking him was only midway to
another load. "Finish up, man," Andy muttered. It was his first words since
opening the apartment door. "I gotta be down on the tennis courts in, like
twenty minutes."

The top simply laughed. "Oh man, if you only knew how many times my brother
and I have been late for a match because we were doing this," he said.
"Relax. Getting the stars fucked out of ya will only help your performance.
Trust me, Morgan and I fuck before every single competition."

So this was Paul! Andy was happy to be getting fucked by the twin with the
superior star power, but after this revelation--that the brothers fucked
each other--he definitely wanted to see the two of them in action.

"Yeah? Ya do?" Andy baited him. "Man, I'd sure love to see that happen
sometime."

Paul was set to cum again, so he tripled the speed and strength of his
thrusts for a good, long thirty seconds before spraying one final morning
load up into Andy's cum bucket rear end.

"You can join us, man," Paul said, catching his breath, his cock still
buried in Andy's asshole. "Just come by our suite after you're done today.
We should have a few of the others joining us, too."

Andy was running late, but by force of habit, he still took time to dig his
fingers into his freshly-fucked twat and bring out all the cum juices,
licking off his fingers before pushing them back in for more. With the lack
of sleep, he definitely needed all the protein he could get, and besides, it
wouldn't look good on the cameras if his ass was leaking cum and staining
the back of his shorts.

"Man, that's nasty," Paul laughed as he watched Andy eat his breakfast. "I
heard you were a little whore. We're definitely gonna have fun with you
later today!"

*     *     *

By some miracle, Andy competed well once again in the day's events, but at
the rate he was partying, he knew his luck couldn't last forever. As he
walked off the court, his cock was intensely hard, knowing the fun he was
going to soon be having at the Hamm brothers' suite. Still, he tried to
mentally condition himself:" I'll spend a few hours, and that will be it. I
need my sleep. I need to practice. I need to win."

When he arrived, however, he already had a sinking feeling that he was going
to break his own promise. Both Hamm brothers were on their backs, getting
their sweet tight holes pounded mercilessly by their Italian competitor,
Igor Cassina, and the American diver Troy Dumais. These hunks looked so
incredibly good forcing their big cocks in and out of the brothers that it
reminded Andy of some scene out of an exotic gay porn. The identical bottoms
lay on adjacent queen-sized beds, their beautifully--muscled legs wrapped
around each top stud's frame, their strong, perfect chests panting up and
down rapidly in sheer erotic abandon. Obviously both of the gymnast brothers
knew how to take big cocks, and they loved it very much.

Andy stripped and jumped in, squatting over the nearest brothers' face and
feeding him the remains of the loads that were shot there earlier, now mixed
with the sweat of an Olympic tennis match. The brother gulped down the loads
greedily. Then he noticed that Igor, the beauty who was on the bed with
them, kept moaning "Morgan...yes, Morgan..." over and over, so he realized
he was feeding his gymnast slut his brothers' cum. (Andy later learned that
Morgan and Igor had been lovers now for over a year.)

After Igor came in Morgan and Troy shot his wad into Paul, the four men all
focused their energy on Andy. Andy was a little surprised to be the center
of attention, given how gorgeous all of these men were and how lost in one
another they'd been when he first arrived. But the truth was, there was just
something about Andy Roddick that made you want to fuck him as soon as you
saw him. Paul had told the others that Andy would be arriving, and they had
all looked forward to sampling the tennis pro's fine booty. It was gaining
notoriety all around the Olympic Village, after all, and even in other parts
of Athens, as well. And Paul had reported that it was indeed a divine
experience to fuck Andy, so they wanted to try for themselves.

Tired still, and wanting to passively enjoy cock as a victory present to
himself for winning the qualifying matches that day, Andy remained on his
back on one of the beds. They used his mouth minimally, preferring to give
each other head as needed while waiting in line for a fuck. Troy went first,
followed by Igor, then Morgan (he was fairly sure), then Paul (whom he
recognized by his style of grunts). Then Morgan again, followed by Igor,
then Paul, then Igor again, then Moran again, then a pent-up load from
Troy...

"Give it to me!! "Andy screamed at on point when sexy Troy was throttling
his divine ass at top speed. "I want it, motherfucker! Pound it into me!!
Jam your big cock right into my sweet hole!!"

Morgan, having developed a taste for the cum in Andy's butt from the moment
Andy arrived and started using his ass to feed Morgan his brother's loads,
took clean-up duty every three or four fucks. As he lapped away at Andy's
oozing, juicy pussy, he moaned appreciatively:

"Oh yeah Andy, you got so much sweet cum in there...so many loads...feed me,
let me eat it all out...so much good sweet cum..." Then Morgan pressed his
face into Andy's crack and continued grunting, as his tongue worked to
dredge deeper and deeper into Andy's seemingly bottomless, endlessly hungry
male cunt.

On and on it went. Hours passed, and Andy was no closer to feeling ready to
leave the party. In fact, even after Troy and Igor left (exhausted from
having dumped eight loads each into Andy's cum hole) and the brothers took a
break to order food, Andy joined them for a chat over dinner and then stuck
around to take more and more loads from their cocks. Back and forth, back
and forth, the twins fucked Andy so many times in so many great positions
that he eventually lost track of which brother was inside him at any given
time.

Andy almost forgot that he wanted to see the brothers fuck each other; he
was too relaxed and happy that they were so focused on taking care of him.
Eventually, however, he did get his wish. Andy drifted off to sleep on his
stomach while one of the brothers was fucking him. This was around midnight.
As he slept, the fucked him a few more hours, then pulled out to let him
sleep. Waking a few hours after that, however, Andy noticed all of the
lights turned off, and some sexual activity on the adjacent bed. Paul's
familiar grunts made him realize the brothers were going at it without him.

Andy switched on the light, and sure enough, Paul was mounted on Morgan's
cock, riding it sleepily but happily, up and down. The twins sported
identical nine-inch erections, and Paul seemed to have years of practice
taking his brother's cock deep inside his tight, muscular gymnast ass-cunt.
If Andy were to guess, he'd correctly assume that Morgan's butt was likewise
conditioned to accept Paul's rod after many years of sustained incestuous
activities. And seen together, the boys were a true wonder--like competitors
in a new Olympic event called synchronized fucking, two beautiful identical
young bodies, sharing flesh and sex together, pumping in unison until they
reached their climax, splattering each other with thick globs of goo.

Smiling with admiration, Andy reached for the light and turned the room back
to darkness. Then, after a few minutes of lying awake, he gently got out of
his bed and crawled onto the other one. He curled up next to Morgan and
kissed him deeply. Then Paul leaned forward from his saddle stance and
joined them in a three-way french kiss as he continued to ride his brother's
thick tool. Morgan's cum flowed out of his ass, over Morgan's spent cock,
and onto the bedclothes. Paul's own dick was soft, having unloaded its
precious cargo all over Morgan's taut belly. Only Andy remained hard, so
Paul expertly moved his body sideways until he was mounted on Andy's turgid
prick, riding it slowly in silent glory for several minutes until he was
rewarded with a delivery of fresh jism from the tennis hunk's fiery loins.

Then he fell forward between his lovers--one his brother, the other a sexy
and phenomenal athlete who was so sex-starved and depraved that he'd allowed
Paul to march into his bedroom that morning and fuck him, even though the
two of them had never even met before. All three kissed, half-dreaming,
half-awake.

*     *     *

Days 8 - 13

Andy woke late, panicked. It was nine o'clock. He was expected at the courts
in less than one hour, and he wasn't even in his own suite--he was curled up
naked between the sexy, slumbering, studly Hamm brothers, in their apartment
at the opposite end of the Olympic Village!

Rushing, he pulled his clothes together and scurried home. His manager was
waiting, furious that he was late. Andy quickly changed into fresh clothes
and the two of them made their way to the courts. But all the sex and all
the fatigue was taking its toll on him, and he played an inferior game, this
time losing his match. And that was that--he'd lost his shot at the Olympic
gold.

Afterward, Andy was disconsolate. His managers were so furious that he
couldn't even be near them. His promoters were calling his cell phone so
often that he finally had to switch it off and put it away. Lonely and
defeated, he made his way to a private bar in the Olympic Village, reserved
for athletes and their staff. There, after three stiff cocktails, he found
himself chatting with Glen, the coach-daddy who had helped gang-fuck his
hole earlier in the week, and then set Andy up with the Dream Team encounter
in the sling.

"I'm surprised you're still here," Andy said, drunk.

"Me too," the basketball manager replied. "The whole team is back in the
States already. I'm just sticking around back here to tie up some loose
ends."

"Yeah? Hey, you were a good fuck, you know," Andy said, a bit too loud. A
few other patrons nearby looked over and smirked.

"Thanks," Glen said, unfazed. "You are, too. And I hear you gave the team a
great time the other night."

"Oh fuck yeah, that sling was great," Andy said, a little quieter this time.
"You are such a stud for making that happen, man. I never figured I'd get
sling-fucked on this trip. It was the best!"

"Well, it's still there, if you want to use it," Glen offered.

"No shit?"

"No shit. In fact, now that you're out of the competition, you can even set
yourself up over there, if you want. I'll give you the keys. I can even
snoop around and see what kind of business to send over your way. There are
a lot of athletes who are done competing but still hanging around. I'll bet
a lot of them would love to stop over and give you some of that action you
like so much!"

Andy couldn't believe his ears. Of course. This was exactly what he wanted.
What was he doing, drowning his sorrows with alcohol? There was only one way
he knew of truly making the pain go away.

*     *     *

It took a few hours for the first studs to arrive, but Glen made good,
sending horny top after horny top to the ex-Dream Team suite, where Andy was
in the sling, waiting to take all loads. He spent the remainder of his trip
in that dim room, five whole days, getting fucked by one stud after another,
pausing only for food and drinks (which Glen delivered) and catching what
sleep he needed in between fucks, or during them.

There were too many tops to count, and most came by several times per day.
All were strapping and athletic, young powerful hunks with pent-up energy
and an endless supply of fluids. Most of them Andy didn't recognize,
although several of the regulars were known to him. Three black American
track studs--Otis Harris, Justin Gatlin, and Derrick Brew--liked to tag-team
fuck Andy's hole in rapid succession. Their white teammate, Jeremy Wariner,
was blessed with a whopping thirteen-inch erection that bent severely to one
side, rubbing Andy in many wonderful places as it pumped in and out of his
guts. Alexandre Dupais, the pretty Canadian diver, was a slut himself and
usually got fucked by one of the many black athletes in a sex sandwich while
he was fucking Andy himself. He also loved to eat the dripping loads of cum
from Andy's leaking ass, and would stop by several times throughout each day
to perform much-needed clean-up duty. Matt Hemingway and Tony Azevedo, US
high jumper and water polo player respectively, were lovers of several years
and were usually making out and sucking cocks together while waiting their
turns on Andy's ass. And Theo Bos, the crazy Dutch cyclist, became Andy's
favorite fuck of the whole bunch when he showed he could cum in Andy's ass
with such a force and volume that it surpassed even five stud's typical
loads. Andy had never before seen or felt so much cum from a single cock all
at once!

And through it all, Andy's sluttiness never abated. He needed cock, more and
more and more of it. By the time he got on the plane back to America, he
wanted to be fully used by every stud he could find, bred with his seed as
many times as the stud could give it to him. He was truly a male whore for
cock, wanting it day and night, needing it even when he was unconscious,
craving cum and the feeling of being fucked every second of every day. The
Olympics was his marathon, his chance to prove that he could be the
sluttiest of them all, that he could take dick non-stop from beautiful men
from every corner of the world, letting them cum in him and continue fucking
him until they'd had their fill. And still he would be there, ready for
more.

TO BE CONTINUED

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