Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 17:15:05 +1100
From: Not JRR Tolkien <aussie_stud@hotmail.com>
Subject: Deuce on the Circuit - Part One

This story is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of Roger
Federer or any of the other tennis players, sportsmen or celebrities
mentioned in this and subsequent stories.  The usual caveats apply - if its
illegal to read fun stuff like this where your sitting right now, then don't
go on.

This is simply a fantasy about life on the tennis circuit.  We can dream,
can't we?

If you like the material send me an email at aussie_stud@hotmail.com and
maybe I can dream a little more.  If you have suggestions about players or
other sportsmen to include let me know too.

Deuce on the Circuit - Part One

Roger Federer sat quietly in the change-room, thinking about his win over
the even younger Spanish up-and-comer Tommy Robredo.  It had been a tough
match and he had needed to win to give his country a chance to pick up
another point in the 2002 Hopman Cup.  His female team-mate had been beaten
by Arantxa Sanchez-Vicario in the first match, and now she and Roger would
have to go out and win their mixed doubles match to secure the point.  It
wasn't a promising scenario as Arantxa and young Tommy were teaming well
together.  Tommy had shown some good form in his singles match and was a
real up-and-comer.

Roger had the rooms to himself and was not due out on court for another
twenty  minutes.  Time for a shower and a quick jerk-off as he prepared
himself for the next battle.

Why was he feeling this horny, he wondered?  Maybe the Argentinean stud,
Mariano Zabaletta had something to do with it, wandering around in his towel
earlier in the day after a training session.  Mariano was certainly great
looking and maybe interested in a little playing around.

His coach, Tim Clarke, was outside doing an interview with the Belgian press
and would not be around to join him in the shower.  A pity, Roger thought,
as he was feeling very horny and wanted to shoot his cum over Tim's hairy
chest ASAP.  Tim was usually very horny and Roger could just have to wait a
while until they were both back in the hotel.

Roger smiled at the thought.  Tim was easily the best thing that had ever
happened to him in his short life of 20 years.

Roger and Tim had now been together for 3 years, since the early days of
Roger's tennis career, back when he was playing junior tournaments around
the globe.  Tim was 28, eight years older than his protegee.  He had been
selected by Roger's family from a long list of coaches back when their son
was a rising star and potential world beater.  They looked for a coach who
could relate to their teenage son, who could be a positive role model and
who could mould Roger's tennis into a the highest possible quality.  Tim had
been encouraged to seek the job by Andre Agassi, the American tennis player
and an old school friend, who had heard the Federer family were looking for
a coach and mentor for their young champion son.  After a promising junior
tennis career, a serious knee injury and subsequent semi-successful knee
reconstruction of his ACL had terminated Tim's dreams of success as a
player.  Now coaching was his forte.

The two young men had hit it off together from the start.  Roger had been
only 17, a raw talent and determined to succeed in the very tough world of
tennis.  Tim was equally keen for Roger to succeed and to help him so he
would be able to handle the fame and money that success would bring with it.
  What neither of them expected was the physical side of their relationship.

Roger had been focussed on tennis and the academic side of school all his
life and had never had a relationship with a girl - or another boy for that
matter.  Tim had been secretly gay for 10 years, since a school tennis camp
opened his eyes to the joys of other men's bodies, but never openly gay
amongst his tennis peers.  It was a case of playing it safe to protect his
tennis coaching career.  But their attraction for each other grew strongly
and by the time Roger was 19 and a handsome young man, Tim knew that he
would have to do decide on his approach soon.  Either he would back off and
move onto another coaching job, or go for it totally with Roger.  He was
getting good vibes about his chances of success from Roger during training
and his very open horse-play in the showers afterwards.  And then it all
happened one night in New York after Roger had been beaten in the semis of
the US Open juniors.

Tim had taken Roger out for dinner and they had ended up walking through the
city around 2am.  After a few beers and wines and given the warmth of the
evening, Roger had unbuttoned his shirt as they walked along, and Tim had
done the same.  Tonight Roger, who was tall for his age and had long hair
and a lean athletes body, looked incredibly sexy to Tim, more so than ever
before.  He had a quick look across at Roger and caught him looking at his
own hairy chest.

"Lets go back to the hotel, Rog.  I'm feeling like bed and a long sleep in.
How about you?"

"Sounds fine to me," Roger replied keenly.

Back at the hotel they went up to their rooms, next door to one another on
the 15th floor.  As he stopped at his door, Roger looked over his shoulder
at Tim.

"How about coming in for a drink, Tim.  I don't want to be on my own at the
moment.  Please?"

Tim smiled and said OK.  Maybe this was the opportunity he'd been waiting
for.  As he followed Tim in, Roger took off his shirt and threw it onto the
sofa.  He sat down, took off his runners, and leaned back throwing his arms
out along the back of the sofa.

"Help yourself to a drink, Tim, and can you get me a mineral water please."

Tim, who had been watching Roger relax and was now thinking that this
definitely had to be the night, went over to the bar fridge and got himself
a beer and some water for Roger.  As he walked back to the sofa he looked
again at the boy he had watched mature in front of his own eyes.  Rog was
now tanned and lithe, filling out his 188cm frame with a delicious looking
body that just demanded attention.  He had a lightly haired chest, big
strong pecs and big dark nipples.  The dark hair that was more prolific in
the valley of Roger's pecs grew down in a trail to his belly button and then
spread out over his firm six pack of a stomach before disappeared under the
waistband of his 3/4 length dark blue pants.  It gradually got darker, more
prolific and more inviting as it headed down towards his cock, which Tim
knew from the occasional glimpses in the change-rooms was a beautiful
monster that he wanted to get very close to.

Roger had his longish hair loose tonight, wearing it pulled back only for
his matches.  As Tim sat down next to Roger he ran his hand though Roger's
hair.

"Have you considered cutting this short?  It would help you in matches,
especially in hot places like Australia."

"I might think about it, Tim.  But it really is a turn on for the fans and
in a few years it will be one of the things I'm best known for.  Apart from
my tennis that is."

Tim continued massaging Roger's head, noticing a rise in the front of
Roger's shorts as he could feel his own cock getting harder, pushing against
his own jocks.

"Yeh, OK, the girls love it.  But what about the male fans?  Don't they
matter?  Anyway, I'm sure you have lots of admirers who would long to get as
up close and personal with you as I'm able to."

Roger turned to Tim.

"Like now, hey?  But there's really only one fan I'm interested in, Tim."
Roger placed his own hand on Tim's and brought it down so Tim could feel the
hardness of Roger's cock.  "I've wanted to feel your body against mine and
be able to kiss you for ages now and I'm getting good vibes that you want
the same.  Tell me I'm right?"

"Oh yeh, you're so right.  I've been scared off cause my relationship with
you is as your coach, but each time I see you I get so hot and horny.  I've
had to jerk off thinking about you so many times you wouldn't believe."  He
leaned in and pulled Roger's head towards him to be able to kiss him.  As
their arms wrapped around one another, their lips met for the first time.
Roger's lips parted slightly and he could feel Tim's tongue probing and
pushing in, playing with his own tongue.  It was an amazing feeling for them
both, having wanted each other but never making the move for fear of
destroying their partnership.

After what seemed like hours, Roger finally broke free and gulped for air.
It was his first male to male kiss and he loved the power that he felt from
Tim's eager mouth and body.  He move around in front of Tim and knelt on the
floor in front of him.  While eager to see Tim's prick and taste the juices
that would flow his way, he started by easing the shirt off Tim.  It had
already been unbuttoned from their walk and he looked again at the
tantalising body in front of him.

Tim was basically a hot Yankee jock.  At about 185cm, Tim was good looking,
tanned and powerfully built.  He was a fine athlete and a frequent weights
user, following Roger into the gym when he could spare the time.  He had a
squarish, angular face with short blonde hair and intense blue eyes.  His
hair was a little scruffy, with the front brushed up and gelled, as was the
latest style.  A thick forest of dark blonde curly hair covered his pecs and
surrounded his large nipples, which stood out amongst the curls, dark and
erect.  A strong line of dark curly hair gathered under his pecs, ran down
to his belly button and spread out again across his stomach. Tim was proud
of his tanned and strong physique, knowing that the mat of hair on his chest
was a huge turn on for many men.

Roger placed his hands on Tim's chest and moved his fingers through the
tight curls of his chest hair, feeling the strength and power of Tim's
shoulders and pecs.  He licked his fingers and gently pulled and played with
Tim's hardening nipples. Tim moaned softly and looked straight into Roger's
eyes.

"I want you so badly Roger.  I've been dreaming of something like this
happening for ages and I just want you to take me now.  Please."

"It will be my pleasure," Roger replied, moving his hands down to the top of
Tim's khaki shorts.  He unbuttoned the top and then each of the buttons on
the fly, feeling the hard cock rising underneath.  Roger pulled the shorts
down as Tim eased his ass away from the sofa.  The shorts lid off to reveal
a pair of white Calvin Klein y-fronts, contrasting with Tim's tanned body.
A big solid hard prick strained for release, leaking against the soft cotton
fabric.  Tim's legs were solid and muscly and, like his chest, tanned and
hairy.  Roger moved his hands over Tim's thighs feeling their strength, and
moved his hands up under the side of his briefs to feeling Tim's massive
balls surrounded in a mass of curls.

Roger leaned forward to put his mouth up against the briefs, feeling with
his lips the width and stature of Tim's jock cock.  With his fingers he
gently eased Tim's cock through the gap in the briefs, poking out
majestically.  Roger leaned forward and massaged the rock-hard cock.  He
twirled his fingers around the large dark pink head before gently pulling
Tim's briefs down and away over his man-meat.  Eight inches of cock leapt
out, pointing straight at Roger and just asking to be swallowed whole.
Roger licked his lips and leaned forward to taste his first piece of male
cock.

Roger had seen his fair share of dicks in his time in the showers after
tennis matches, many of which had been rock-hard as players came down from
their emotional high of winning by jerking off.  But he had never seen one
up quite this close.  And he had certainly never before done the things he
was about to do now with Tim's man-meat.  Roger ran his tongue around the
large smooth head of Tim's cut cock.  It tasted slightly salty yet was
unbelievably satisfying.  As he moved his lips down the length he could feel
the ridges and texture of Tim's solid prick.  He swallowed more and more and
could smell the masculinity of Tim's mass of pubic hair and his large hairy
balls, and he dreamt of the joys of the hairy ass that was still to be
discovered.

Roger's first efforts were driving Tim crazy.  He was pretty good for a
beginner and Tim's cock was now so hard it didn't seem possible for it to
ever become soft again.  His balls were swollen and ready to burst with
bucket-loads of cum at any moment.  But first Tim longed to feel the young
cock of his protegee sliding up his ass, riding Roger's cock and feeling it
explode inside him as he watched his own cock explode over Roger's young
body.

Roger slid his mouth up and down Tim's hard pole for several minutes, Tim
writhing in pleasure as each movement of Roger's lips and tongue drove him
closer to blowing his load.  Roger's use of his tongue to massage the
underside of the leaking and tasty head was awesome.  As he went down on the
full eight inches and then back up for air, Roger looked up at Tim and
grinned like a Cheshire cat.

Tim smiled back and licked his lips.  Now it was his turn to see Roger eye
to eye.  He asked Roger to stand up and as he did so, Tim move forward on
the sofa.  He ended up with his face about six inches from Roger's groin,
covered at the moment in his blue 3/4-length  shorts.  Tim looked up at
Roger's flat six-pack stomach, covered lightly in a mass of black hair, and
down Roger's strong hairy legs.  He reached down to undo the laces on
Roger's runners.  Roger stepped out of his shoes, leaving his white socks
on.  Seeing the sexy white socks still on, Tim smiled.  There really was
something sexy about a red-hot male stud like Roger wearing nothing but
white socks.

Tim placed a hand on each calf and moved them slowly upwards, pushing the
legs of Roger's long shorts up as he did so.  For a young man of 19, Roger
had incredibly sexy legs, athletic, wiry and covered in a dark hairy fuzz.
Tim leaned forward and kissed the material covering Roger's prick. He could
feel the erection underneath and wanted desperately to taste Roger's Swiss
cock.  He reached out and undid the button at the top of Roger's shorts and
then slowly undid the zipper.  As he pulled the shorts down he noticed Roger
was wearing a black jockstrap that now struggled to keep all his goodies in
place.  His balls pushed down on the material as his nine inch cock pushed
up on the top band, nearly poking over the edge.  Tim placed his hands on
the cheeks of Roger's ass, feeling their soft downy covering, and pulled him
closer to his mouth.  He slowly pulled the band of Roger's jockstrap down
and he felt the hard cock spring free and slap him in the face.

"So what have we here, Rog?  Shaved balls and trimmed pubes.  You are a
surprise."

"A recent delight I discovered after watching another player shave himself
in the showers the other day.  I nearly blew my load just watching him, and
then I had to rush back to the hotel to do it to myself.  And let me tell
you, just doing it to yourself is incredibly horny fun as well!  And if you
think I'm going to tell you who it was a saw you can think again.  It's my
secret.  I don't think he knew I was watching."

"OK, Rog.  But I'll find out from you somehow, sometime."

Tim moved his fingers over Roger's smooth balls.  He looked at Roger's long
moist prick oozing pre-cum, sticking out like a cannon from his short wiry
pubes.  It all contrasted delightfully with Roger's untanned skin from where
he wore only shorts while practising.  Tim now saw Roger's cock for the
first time for what it was, a long and solid piece of man-meat just waiting
to erupt.

Tim slipped Roger's cock inside his mouth, letting his lips and tongue wrap
around the long shaft.  It was a real beauty and he prayed that he would do
it justice by swallowing the full length.  After several minutes of Tim's
mind-blowing sucking and slurping, Roger could feel his body tensing as he
got closer to blowing his load.  All at once he got to the point of no
return and erupted.  His body arched and he pushed his cock further down
Tim's throat as he shot his first load.  He tensed again and again as
torrents of cum flew into Tim's eager mouth.

"Oh my gawd, Tim! I never knew that would feel so sensational.  And thank
god I've got lots more where that came from."

Tim swallowed the last of Roger's juices and licked his lips.  He hadn't
expected that to happen first up, but Rog was obviously so horny that he
deserved to blow straight away.  Tim just knew Rog would have another
bucket-load of cum to deliver once he felt his cock riding up Tim's tight
ass.

"What does it taste like, Tim?"  Roger asked.

"Let's go into the bedroom and you can find out," replied Tim.

They both took off there remaining clothes, leaving just those sexy white
socks on, and moved into the bedroom where Roger had been provided with a
huge king-size bed.  Tim sat down on the crisp white sheets and leaned back
as Roger climbed onto the bed.  As Tim lay down, Roger moved into position
to take Tim's thick cock into his mouth.  Tim had similar ideas and worked
his way into position to get access to Roger's moist still hard cock.  As
they licked and sucked each other's cock, their bodies came together for the
first time, pressing up against one another and each writhing with pleasure.
  Roger could feel the mass of hair on Tim's chest pressing up against his
own body, driving him to another level of pleasure.  It was the man-on-man
experience he had long looked forward to, and now that it happened he knew
this was "it".

Their bodies moved and re-adjusted positions, mouths never leaving cocks,
tongues always active and balls ready to shoot into action.  Roger could
feel himself coming close and so he gently eased Tim's mouth off his cock as
he swung around to give solitary attention to Tim's huge prick.  He knelt
between Tim's thighs as Tim sat back.  Roger looked down at the treasures
that Tim was now offering up to him.  As Tim came closer to climax his body
arched off the bed and he shoved his cock down Roger's throat.  Roger felt
Tim's cock get rock hard and before he knew it tasted his first cum as Tim
erupted, shooting his juices down Roger's eager throat.  It tasted like
nothing he'd ever tasted before, just delicious.

Tim eased his body down and relaxed.  He looked up at Roger with a feeling
of intense pleasure and reached up and pulled Roger down onto him.  Roger
lay on top of Tim feeling again the joys of Tim's hairy chest and strong
arms as they wrapped Roger up in a strong embrace.  He kissed Tim and shared
the taste of Tim's cum as their tongues inter-played.

Roger stopped for a moment and took several deep breaths.  He looked down at
Tim and grinned.

"Well I know what diet I'm on from now on!  My tennis should just get better
and better."  Tim laughed and pushed Roger gently off, so they lay
side-by-side with arms intertwined.  As Tim sat up slightly and propped his
head up with one hand, he looked along Roger's sweaty body.

"You were sensational Rog.  I didn't expect to blow like that but I wasn't
going to tell you to ease off."  He moved his free hand over Rogers' chest,
tweaking the nipples and running his hand over the fine dark hairs.  His
hand moved down Roger's stomach and he wrapped his fingers around Roger's
still hard nine inches.  "And now I want to feel this inside me, Rog.  I
want your cock to own me and I just know you've got another load of cum to
spray up my ass."

Roger's cock seemed to get harder and longer in Tim's hand.

"Only if I can feel yours in the same way.  It'll be my first time and it is
a bit big, not that I'm complaining.  You'll treat me gently, OK?"

"Oh I'll do that, alright," replied Tim, amazed that Roger was as keen to
experience as much as he could in such a short time.  "But first, I'm going
to get some lube and I'm going to give you the thrill of your life."

Tim disappeared through the connecting doors into his room next door and
came back moments later with a tube of flavoured lube.  As he knelt on the
bed in between Roger's athletic and hairy thighs, Tim spread lube all over
Roger's full nine inch cock.  He got more lube from the tube and massaged
Roger's chest, pulling on his nipples and stroking his balls and thighs.  He
eased a finger into Roger's ass very gently, giving Roger a feeling for the
pleasures he had coming.  Roger moaned and looked eager for more but before
he got carried away Tim went back to massaging Roger's prick.  Roger looked
down and moaned again as Tim moved his hand up and down gently along the
length of his man-meat.  After a few seconds of this, Roger took Tim's hand
and moved it away.

"Don't go there, Tim.  I'm going to blow my next load in only one way and
that's up your Yankee ass."

"Well get ready for the ride of your life, Swiss boy!!"

Tim straddled Roger's chest and raised his ass slightly so he could feel
Roger's hard cock nestling in the hairy valley of his ass.  Roger could see
Tim's hard cock bouncing in front of eyes, and as Tim eased down he felt the
first contact of his cock with Tim's asshole.  As his cock head moved up and
into the hairy ass, Tim tensed slightly and pushed down.  All at once he
felt Roger's cock slide in and he breathed deeply and looked down to see
Roger staring back at him in intense pleasure.  Roger smiled and pulled Tim
down further as his cock slid more deeply into Tim's ass.  Such thrills
Roger had never experienced before or even anticipated, as Tim eased his
body up and down along the nine inches of his now rock hard cock.  He felt
his desire for more increase, moving to higher and higher levels of ecstasy.

Time eased his ass off Rogers' cock and moved along side Roger on the bed,
laying on his back.

"Fuck me, Roger.  I want to see your face as you blow inside my ass."

It took no time for Roger to be positioned between Tim's thighs, with Tim's
legs wrapped around Roger's back.  Roger looked down at his cock and moved
it gently into position at the gateway to Tim's ass.  He felt the hairs of
Tim's ass tickle his cock slightly as he plunged his cock into Tim's ass
with a sudden movement that took Tim by surprise.  Tim gasped and reached
forward to pull Tim closer and deeper inside him.   Roger moved his cock
around and thrust it back and forward, driving Tim to his own new levels of
delight.

At the same time their bodies tensed and their cocks erupted.  As Tim shot
his load straight up, hitting Roger in the chest, he felt Roger unload,
plunging deeper into his ass as he came for the second time tonight.  Roger
kept on coming, shooting cum for what seemed like forever.  After his cock
slipped out of Tim's ass, he lay down beside him and pulled Tim over on top
of him.  They kissed deeply and lovingly as their cocks and cum came
together.


Roger and Tim had had a long, long shower together, soaping each other up as
they washed their cum away.  It was time to investigate each other's bodies,
moving hands and mouths over each other's face, chest, nipples, arm-pits,
cock, balls, ass and legs.  Roger knew his life was for ever changed.  Tim
knew he had a chance to forge ahead in a real relationship with his young
star.  Time to be gloriously happy and content as they wrapped each other up
in a bear hug, dried each other off with the hotel's fluffy towels and
headed back to bed for some sleep ... or whatever else might happen.

As Roger showered in the change-rooms at the Hopman Cup three years later,
he remembered how he and Tim had gone at it like gay rabbits in the hotel
room for the next 36 hours.  They moved on to new cities, new hotel rooms
and new experiences.



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