Date: Sun, 30 Aug 1998 23:50:14 PDT
From: Rick Machair <rickma@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Different Game

Game, Set and Match - A Different Game

This is a sequel to the 'Game, Set and Match'-series. The six chapters of
that series were published earlier. For those of you who haven't read it
yet or have difficulty remembering the story, it's about me, a
P.R. Assistant, meeting a lot of hot tennis stars and having sex with
them. In the end it turns out that Patrick Rafter is the one for me and
that's the start of an ongoing relationship with Pat. At least, it is in my
dreams. The whole series was fiction, as is the following story. Please
note that this story will contain explicit gay sex, so if you're not
interested in that kind of stuff or if you are not allowed to read such
things, please move on. All your comments are welcome at:
mikec@freemail.nl.


A Different Game

Part One: Shuffling the deck

I still couldn't believe my luck. Just a few months ago, I was an average
24-year old pr-guy, often between jobs and relationships. And now a day
didn't go by without feeling Patrick Rafter's arms around me. Pat, that
amazing, gorgeous, witty, sweet, gentle and sexy Australian stud, was
finally mine. And this time I remained faithful. No more sexual encounters
in players locker rooms, in the shower or on the massage table. Well, at
least not with other players. Pat and I did enjoy each others company in
those places, as we did on the beach, by the lake, on the kitchen table, in
the car, in and around the swimming pool and in bed. Our relationship even
seemed to have a positive effect on Pats career. He had been playing pretty
bad throughout the year, since winning the US Open, but just two weeks
after the beginning of our relationship Pat won the grass court tournament
at Rosmalen, Holland.

There are a lot of scientists who claim that sex isn't recommended before a
match in tennis or any other sport. Pat and I made it our jobs proving them
wrong. In fact, just before the final in Rosmalen I gave Pat a blow-job in
the locker room. And he won it convincingly. I suggested to write a paper
about our research findings, but Pat didn't care much for that idea. I'm
sure there's a proper scientific journal where you can publish that kind of
research, but I decided to concentrate my efforts on a different kind of
writing.

Anyway, we were all set to go to Wimbledon, one of the biggest occasions of
the year for Pat. He really wanted to do well and I was ready to give him
my full support, in any way I could. Pat had won his first matches under
very difficult conditions. His matches were interrupted by rain and that
made it very difficult for him to concentrate. We were booked into separate
rooms at the hotel, but we saw each other often. After his second round
match he asked me to spend the night in his room and I was only too happy
to oblige. Pat was in excellent condition and he made love to me with the
same passion as our first time. Unfortunately things on court didn't go
that well. Pat lost in the fourth round. He was beaten by Tim Henman, one
of my ex-lovers. My Australian friend was very disappointed and needed some
comfort. Needless to say, I was ready for him.

The plan was to go on a holiday after Wimbledon. Many of the top players
had a break then and I actually spent a lot of time with the players,
discussing their plans. I knew a lot of them pretty well. I got to know hem
during my time as a pr-assistant on the ATP-tour and I continued to have
contacts with them, even after I was fired. Actually, getting fired turned
out to be the best thing that could have ever happened to me. It enabled me
to get closer to and more informal with some of the guys. But as I said, I
managed to stay faithful to Pat, even though I couldn't help noticing some
of the excellent physical features these athletes have.

Pat and I both were quite popular among the other players. We never told
them we were lovers, but I think they had their suspicions. At first, Pat
was terrified they might find out, but after a while he didn't care any
more. After all, we weren't the only gay people on the Tour. And so one
day, at the end of the tournament, Pat invited some guys over for a drink
in his hotel room to celebrate the beginning of their holidays. Heaven is a
hotel room full of gorgeous athletes. Believe me, I've been there. About a
dozen players showed up. The Australians were almost all present of
course. The two Woodies and Jason Stoltenberg were there, my good friend
Greg Rusedski made an appearance, Richard Krajicek turned up, as well as
the Swedes Thomas Enqvist and Jonas Bjorkman, German stud Tommy Haas and
some lesser known players. Everyone had a good time and a lot to drink. The
Aussies are quite famous for their drinking and it didn't take them too
long to get completely drunk, including Pat. It wasn't until late that the
players left one by one, until there were only five of us left: Thomas
Enqvist, Tommy Haas, Richard Krajicek, Pat and myself.

I had talked most of the evening to Richard Krajicek. I had always
considered him one of the finer specimens around. He's a tall, dark and
handsome athlete, but very straight with a wife and child he adored. My
contacts with Richard were pretty easy, since we both spoke the same
language (which is Dutch, of course). And he was the only one who managed
to keep away from the heavy drinking. We talked about a wide variety of
topics, including the weather (of course), the tournament (obviously), the
state of the courts (not surprisingly) and the effect the crisis of the
Asian stock markets would have on the economy of both our
countries. Throughout the conversation Richard seemed distracted and at
times he was just staring at me. Did I have beer all over my face ? Or was
there something else bothering him ? It turned out he was missing his
family, particularly his wife.

"It's hard not having her around to release all the tensions you have after
playing a match", Richard said rather suddenly.

I wasn't sure I had heard it correctly and must have had a funny look on my
face, because he started elaborating on what he had just said.

"You know what I mean, don't you ?", he continued. "There is no better way
to release all that tension than by sex."

Well, I did know that and I knew a lot of players felt like that, but I
wasn't really sure why he was telling me all this. The whole situation got
even more strange when I couldn't help noticing that a rather large bulge
had emerged in his pants. I still remained speechless not knowing where to
look.

In the mean time, the other three guys, who were all very drunk, were
having some discussion. I didn't know what it was about, but suddenly heard
Thomas Enqvist shout:

"You know, there's only one way to settle this."

"How's that ?", said Pat.

"By playing a tennis match. Whoever wins, gets the last nut."

I couldn't believe it, they were actually fighting about who would have the
last beer nut. It was clear that sanity had left that side of the room.

"We can't do that now !", Pat reacted. At least someone used his brain. "It
would take too long, the nut would lose its flavor."

"What about a poker match ?", Tommy Haas suggested. "That won't take long."

"All right", said Enqvist. "Where are the cards ?"

"I don't have any", Pat answered and then asked me if I had any cards. I
told him to go to the reception and ask for a deck there. But then the
other two started to suggest that Pat might put some markings on the cards,
so he could cheat. And so, they all went to reception, leaving Richard and
I alone.

I continued my conversation with him, trying to block what he had said
earlier out of my mind.  But again my attention was drawn to Richard's
crotch as he started rubbing it through his pants. Getting aroused myself
now, I decided to end this, afraid of giving into temptation.

"Well, it's getting late. And I have to get up early, so I'd better go back
to my room." I got up and went for the door, but Richard wasn't going to
let me go that easy.

"I'll walk you to your room", Richard proposed. And he did. I went in and
said good-bye to him when he said:

"I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you, but I thought you would understand. I
know you've helped other players when they were horny, and I kind of hoped
you would help me too."

I couldn't believe this guy. I was completely outraged by the fact that
players were gossiping about me like that and that they considered me to be
some kind of sex slave, some kind of prostitute even. There was no way that
Krajicek would get away with it so easily. I wanted to scream to him,
telling him about my anger, letting him know that I was not the kind of guy
he took me for, that I was firmly committed to someone else, that I had no
intention of doing him a sexual favor or even any favor and that I never
wanted to speak to him again. But there was one small problem. Richard had
already entered my room, taken his throbbing dick out and was stroking it
before my eyes.

That was in fact a major problem. The flesh is weak and in my case that is
particularly true. I have never been able to resist a hard cock. Ever since
the first time I saw someone else's boner, I couldn't resist touching it,
stroking it, licking it, sucking it. I was fourteen when my best friend and
I camped in a field one night, just outside my house. And you know how
young lads are at that age. "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours."
He did show me his and a couple of minutes later I tasted cum for the first
time in my life. I was disgusted with myself, but it was like a spell was
put on me. Someone up there had decided that I would suck every single
hard-on that I would see and the spell had never been broken before.

And though this tennis star was almost fully dressed, a well-known
heterosexual and I wasn't actually really attracted to him, even angry with
him and determined to resist any temptation, I could see his penis and it
was hard as a rock. The speech I wanted to make never came out of my
mouth. Instead I went over to him and got on my knees. First, I studied his
throbbing organ. It was bigger than average but not very thick. He was
uncut but I could see part of the cockhead which was already leaking with
pre-cum. He had stopped jacking off and was waiting in anticipation. He put
his hands on my head, ran his fingers through my hair and started pushing
my mouth closer to his cock. As soon as I was close enough, I started
licking his shaft. I pushed his pants a bit further down to fully expose
his balls. I licked those hairy balls and took each of them in my mouth to
suck on them gently. Richard started to moan and beg for me to suck hard on
his cock. I continued to pay extensive attention to his balls, still
kidding myself that I would not give into his wishes. But sucking balls can
only be nice for a while. In the end, I had to have the real thing in my
mouth. My lips were soon all over his cock again. And as I licked his
pre-cum, I pulled the foreskin back to expose his purple cockhead.

"Hmmm.... Suck it hard, Mike......... Please, suck my dick", Richard
moaned.

Still hesitant, I started to lick the cockhead and tried to push my tongue
in his piss hole. I took the cockhead in my mouth and started sucking
it. His hands were pushing my head closer and I attempted to take his whole
cock in, but I didn't succeed. It was too big. Still, he enjoyed the
blow-job. He moaned louder and louder as I sucked his dick harder and
harder. I could feel he was ready to cum, but just before he exploded in my
mouth I pulled my mouth off his dick, put my hands around it and started
jacking him off. He looked disappointed, but probably realized this was the
best he was going to get. After a couple of seconds he shot his load all
over his clothes. Some landed on my hands and I licked it off. It tasted
sweet and it made me extremely horny. I had a hard-on throughout the
experience and Richard noticed that my own cock was yearning for attention.

"Thanks for that", he said. "Let me repay the favor."

"No, thanks", I could hear myself say with Richard covered in his own cum
and willing to suck my own throbbing dick.

I allowed him to clean himself up in my bathroom and then he left. I
suppose I truly was a reformed man. Never before had I turned down such an
occasion. But I wasn't proud on myself. I cursed my hormones, imagining
that this would mean the end of my relationship with Pat. I just hoped he
would never find out. I pulled myself together and went back to Pat's room.

Pat, Enqvist and Haas were involved in a fierce poker game. They didn't
even notice me. Pat was probably to drunk to realize I had been gone. Thank
god for beer.

I stepped over to them and asked if I could join them. I pulled up a chair,
the beginning of a memorable poker game.


Part Two: Four of a Kind

"So, who's winning ?", I asked.

They all went silent and looked at me and then at each other. Surely, I
hadn't asked a stupid question.

"Well,...... it seems......", Pat was trying to explain something.

"We forgot to keep scores.", Tommy Haas came to the rescue.

"I don't believe this !", Enqvist shouted. "How are we ever going to settle
who gets the last nut?"

I couldn't believe three grown men were playing a game of poker over a
single nut and then forgot to keep scores. If this didn't prove alcohol
kills the brain, nothing does.

"I got an idea", Tommy said. "We could play strip poker. We'll play until
only one of us has any clothes left, and he gets the nut."

"Brilliant !", Enqvist reacted.

Pat and I looked at each other. I knew Pat wouldn't like that idea at
all. He's basically a shy man, but right now he was most of all a drunk man
and a devilish smile told me Pat would go for the idea.

"I'm in", he said. "What about you, Mike ?"

I didn't want the beer nut. I hate those things, but I went along with it,
hoping to see some more interesting nuts. And so, the game began.

It turned out Tommy Haas was absolutely terrible at poker. He had stripped
down to his underwear, while Enqvist, Pat and I had only lost our shoes and
socks. Seeing Tommy Haas in his striped boxer shorts caused a stir in my
pants. I had never really noticed him before, but now he was sitting in
front of me with very little clothes on, it was hard not to. Although he
had a very boyish look, his body was extremely well developed. Underneath
that smooth, young face was an athlete's body. His broad shoulders
particularly caught my attention. They were broader than Pat's and it made
him a very attractive young man. His chest was hard and hairless, expect
for a trail of hair under his belly button. His shorts seemed well filled
and the thought I would see his cock within minutes made my own cock spring
into action. And I could see I wasn't the only one. Pat had difficulty
keeping his eyes of that young body too, and I could tell his dick had
grown considerably as well. Being a bit of a legs-fan, I found Tommy to be
a real treat. His long, powerful and furry legs made the picture
complete. Tommy Haas was definitely gorgeous.

But then, disappointingly, Tommy started to play better, testing my
patience to the limit. This time Pat was loosing clothes rapidly. After a
few games, he was as naked as Tommy Haas, i.e. completely except for his
underwear, blue Calvin Klein's in Pat's case. But the next hand sealed
Tommy's fate. Finally, the shorts had to come off. He didn't hesitate for
one moment and revealed his beautiful, large cock to everyone. He may have
been the youngest of the players I had seen naked, but he definitely had
the largest cock, the first cut cock I had seen on a tennis player. Pat
noticed the boy's penis too and had difficulty concealing his hard-on. I
was more comfortable since I was still wearing some clothes. But as the
game progressed and I started loosing, I found myself in trouble
too. Before I knew it, I was in the same position as Pat, only wearing my
underwear and struggling to hide my boner. And luck was very unkind to me,
because I lost the next had as well and had to reveal all to my fellow
players. I did hesitate, and Tommy said:

"Come on, I had to do it. It's your turn now."

I had no choice and removed my last piece of clothing. Completely
embarrassed I stood naked in front of three other men with a cock pointing
straight at one of them, who was the reason for this situation.

"Well, you're obviously enjoying yourself", Tommy Haas said.

Pat and Thomas Enqvist didn't say anything. I knew Pat was in the same
situation, and as Enqvist started to loose now, it became obvious that he
had similar problems. And Tommy stopped teasing me rapidly, as his own dick
was starting to stiffen. We were all hard, but no one was enjoying
himself. Pat was the luckiest. He won (I should have known). Enqvist was
the third player to take off everything. He too was sporting a boner, but
since everyone did, he didn't seem too embarrassed about it. But I hardly
noticed Enqvist. As soon as I saw Tommy's big dick growing I couldn't take
my eyes off it. I just had to have a taste.

A painful silence filled the room. We were all thinking the same thing. Our
hard cocks made it obvious what we all wanted, but no one cared to initiate
the action. I couldn't handle the situation anymore and excused myself. I
told them my blather was about to explode and that I really needed to go to
the bathroom urgently. And so I did. I was finally away from that awkward
situation and had even managed to take my boxer shorts with me. I would
wait a few minutes for my cock to get limp again, put on my underwear and
go back in there, where I would find the others fully clothed and arguing
again about some silly thing. But that didn't happen. The bathroom door
went open and Tommy came in, still naked and hard:

"You're not hiding in here, are you ?"

"Of course not", I said and I wanted to start the I-need-a-piss-excuse, but
didn't get the chance as Tommy continued:

"I know it's all a bit weird and everything, but this could turn out to be
fun. It was a bit crowded in there, but here, with just the two of us,...."

"I'm not interested", I said. Never had I told a bigger lie, but I was
devoted to Pat and thus put on my underwear and went back in, still with a
major hard-on. What I saw, made me freeze. Enqvist was on his back on the
floor and Pat was sucking the Swede's cock. This complete lack of
discipline from Pat made me angry, but the anger left when I felt two big
hands grabbing me from behind and pulling me back into the bathroom. As far
as I saw it, there was no need to hold back anymore. I turned around to
face Tommy and planted a kiss on his lips. He immediately responded and our
tongues became locked together, his hands on my ass and mine holding his
amazing broad shoulders.

As we were gently sucking on each other's tongue, I felt Tommy's hands
reaching under the waistband of my boxer shorts and slowly pulling them
down. With my own hands I started to explore this hard, young body. I
absolutely worshipped tennis bodies by now and made it my job to get to
know every square inch of it. First with my hands, and later with my
lips. Both naked again, locked in a tender, passionate kiss, our crotches
pressed against each other, we smoothly lay down on the bathroom floor,
Tommy on top. Crushed under the weight of the muscular German boy, I
started to moan quietly. Passion rose when Tommy finally broke off our kiss
and started to pay attention to the rest of my body. His lips were all over
me. If I didn't know any better, I would think that at least three guys
were kissing and licking me at the same time. My young, impatient friend
didn't take too long to reach my cock. He really was eager. No kissing the
cock, no sucking on my balls, no stroking the shaft. He immediately tried
to take as much of my cock in as he could and then started to suck my cock
very hard. His tongue swirled around my cockhead and his lips held my cock
in a tight grip. Screams of passion left my mouth. I didn't care if they
heard me in the next room. In fact, I wanted to let Pat know how much I was
enjoying this.

Tommy was obviously an experienced cocksucker. He knew exactly which areas
of my cock were most sensitive and how to make me cum as soon as
possible. Too bad the boy didn't have much patience. I could have enjoyed
this for hours, but instead the blow-job was over in about two minutes. I
shot loads after loads of my juice into his warm mouth. He insisted on
swallowing it all and I didn't make any objections about that.

Within seconds after I came, I found Tommy's hard cock in front of my
face. Tommy had moved his position and was now laying next to me on the
floor, his crotch right at my face. It was obvious the boy didn't want to
waste any time. He was not interested in the full treatment, he just wanted
his huge cock sucked. That's all. But I still wanted a bit more so I
started to play with his big, furry balls. I gently nibbled on his ball
sack and then took one of his balls in my mouth, covering it in my
saliva. The German seemed to enjoy it, but I decided not to tease him too
much and to go straight to the main course of the evening. Quite frankly,
it wasn't just because he wanted it. I had been aching to get my lips on
that big cock since the first time I saw it. And I was so happy that Tommy
finally released all my sexual tension, that was building up inside me
since I had sucked Richard Krajicek's cock an hour earlier.

Since most people like their cock sucked the way they suck cock, I didn't
waste my time slowly bringing him to an orgasm. Since this was undoubtedly
the biggest cock I had ever sucked, there was some adjusting to do. Taking
it all in was just out of the question, but I figured I could do enough
with just the cockhead in my mouth. Flicking my tongue across the tip of
his cockhead, while sucking hard on his dick, seemed to do the
trick. Within a space of five minutes we both shot loads of cum in the
other one's mouth.

But I wasn't satisfied. I was incredibly horny and wanted to fuck his
ass. I even wanted his cock in my own ass, though I realized it would cause
me a lot of pain. But unfortunately Tommy denied me that pleasure.

"Let's save something for next time", he said and just lay there next to
me.

Part Three: Three of a Kind

After a while like this Tommy and I went back in the room where we left Pat
and Thomas Enqvist obviously enjoying themselves. But there too, the fun
was over. Enqvist was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, putting on his
socks and getting ready to leave, while Pat apparently passed out and was
in a deep sleep. Enqvist looked up as Tommy and I entered the room and
grinned at us, knowing full well what had happened between us.

"Well, I really must be going know", Tommy said while gathering his
clothes. "Great party. We should do it again some time."

"Sure", I replied. "Next time I'll bring a scrabble-board."

After he was dressed, Tommy smiled one last time at me and then left the
room.

"Well, I'm off too", said Enqvist. "You haven't seen my undies somewhere,
have you ? I seem to have misplaced them."

Enqvist stood up from the bed and started searching for the missing
object. Finally, with Tommy Haas out of the picture, I could take a good
look at the Swedish player. It suddenly struck me how attractive he was. As
all the tennis stars, he had an athletic body: strong arms and legs,
well-defined chest, completely smooth in Thomas' case. And he also had a
very cute face. But one part of his body was particularly special.

At this point, I would like to share my views on my favorite tennis
lovers. Pat is of course the overall winner. He's got the Best Smile (he's
the only man who could push you over the edge just by smiling at you), Best
Legs (they would be a deadly weapon in the wrong hands) and Best Cock
(perfectly sized and shaped, a delight to have in your mouth or up your
ass). Mark Philippoussis would win the Best Chest-award. It's smooth and
muscular and impossible to take your hands off. Tim Henman has the Best
Hands. One of my most effective ways to get an instant hard-on is thinking
about Henman's fine, delicate hands all over my body as has been the case
in the past. Carlos Moya has to win Best Back. After all, I've spent enough
time massaging it. And Tommy Haas has no competition in the Best
Shoulders-category.  But this guy standing in front of me now, this
gorgeous naked Swede called Thomas Enqvist would certainly receive the
award for Best Ass. He could crush a walnut or even a small domestic animal
(which would be terrible of course) with those firm cheeks. Never in my
life had I seen a perfect, round, tight ass like that. At the one hand I
wanted my cock up that ass within one microsecond, but on the other hand it
was so perfect that it made you hesitate to touch it, afraid that it might
look different afterwards. But since I've always been someone to overcome
my fears, it wasn't that big a dilemma.

My cock had grown to its full length again as I watched Thomas bending over
to search under the bed.

"Ah, there they are", he said.

By the time he stood up straight again I was near enough to get my hands on
that ass and that's exactly what I did. I pulled his ass towards me and
started stroking his cock, which was getting hard fast.

"I want to fuck you", I whispered in his ear, before I started to kiss his
neck and sucking on his ear lobe.

Thomas didn't say anything but lay on the bed again, next to Pat, on his
stomach. By spreading his legs, I got my answer. I got on the bed and sat
on my knees between his legs. With my knees I pushed his legs further
apart, allowing me optimal access to his butt. Pat's presence didn't hold
me back at all. He was still asleep and it seemed unlikely he was going to
disturb my 'ride'. I took the Swede by his shoulders and then pushed my
cockhead against his ass hole. It was very tight as I expected. Enqvist
obviously didn't have much experience being a bottom. I was definitely
going where few men had gone before. Slowly I pushed my cock in, inch by
inch, stopping occasionally to allow Enqvist's ass to adjust to the
situation. Once completely in, I was in heaven for the second time that
evening. After feeling Tommy Haas' lips around my cock, it was now Thomas
Enqvist's ass giving me such pleasure.

With long strokes I fucked that perfect ass. Having Pat so near actually
made it even more exciting. I was fucking the brains out of this gorgeous
Swede and my darling Pat was just too drunk to realize it. Again the
productivity of my balls astounded me. They had managed to produce yet
another huge amount of cum. This time not destined for a German mouth, but
for a Swedish ass. It's nice to move in such international circles at the
ATP-Tour, although there's not that much difference in having sex with
Australians, Englishmen, Spaniards, Dutchmen, Germans and Swedes as you
might expect. Anyway, I filled Enqvist's ass with my cum and then pulled my
cock out and turned him around, on his back.

Covering his body with kisses was my way of thanking him for allowing me
into that great ass. And that was just the start of course. His hard cock
had deserved a lot of attention and how could I better thank him then by
sitting on it. After I had sucked his nipples, kissed his inner thighs and
licked the shaft of his penis to lubricate it, I positioned my ass hole
above of his cock and slowly sat down on it. His cock slid in quite easily,
since my ass had been visited by a large number of men before, including
some of his colleagues. Thomas didn't have to do too much, it was all up to
me to go up and down on him, faster and faster. Thomas tried not to scream
out in pleasure, but he couldn't hold it any longer. He cried out and at
last my sleeping beauty woke up.

As I saw his eyes opening, I felt worried about what he was going to
think. The first thing that he would see, was his boyfriend being fucked by
another man. I can imagine some people wouldn't like that. But I tried not
to let it get to me. After all, he had just given the Swede a blow-job
before he fell asleep. He wasn't exactly a victim here. And Thomas deserved
my full attention after that great fuck. So, I continued moving my ass up
and down on his cock. I could feel Thomas tightening up, getting ready to
shoot his load. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling to the fullest, but
instead of a stream of warm juice in my ass, I felt a pair of hot lips on
my cock. For the second time that evening, someone was sucking my cock. I
opened my eyes, only to find it was Pat. He was giving me one of his
excellent blow-jobs. Tommy had almost made me forget what a skilled
cocksucker Patrick Rafter is. But now, Pat was proving once again that he
was the champion.

Not only did Pat suck my dick, he also allowed Thomas to suck on his own
dick. Thomas' head was now between Pat's strong legs and with some acrobacy
he managed to take Pat's cock in. Everyone was now giving and receiving.

Thomas Enqvist was the first one to blow. He had been at it the longest and
finally shot his load of cum up my ass. While his cock was getting limp in
my ass, he continued sucking Pat's cock, until Pat exploded as well. It
didn't take him long to reach his orgasm, since he had passed out before
Thomas could return the favor after having his cock sucked. Pat was the
only one who hadn't cum yet. As this was my third load, it took me a while
longer. But Pat's brilliant technique made me shoot an acceptable amount of
cum once again.

As soon as I was done, we all collapsed on top of each other. I was
completely worn out and just lay there on the bed. Suddenly I felt a pair
of hands on my chest, as Pat was laying himself beside me. He smiled and
kissed me. And while Pat and I were enjoying a tender embrace, Thomas got
up and started to put his clothes back on.

"You don't have to go", Pat said to him.

"I know", Thomas responded, "but it's past my bedtime anyway."

When Thomas was fully dressed he turned back to us and said:

"I really enjoyed myself tonight. Thanks a lot."

"You don't have to thank us. We should thank you for adding some extra
spice to our love life". And with those words Pat turned his attention back
on me and Thomas left the room.

Pat and I were getting sleepy from all the action and within minutes we
fell asleep in each other's arms. Just after I had whispered to him:

"You really are the best, Pat."


THE END

Please let me know if you liked the story at: mikec@freemail.nl