Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 19:29:55 -0700
From: Nick Pinetti <nickpinetti@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting raunchy with Andy Roddick - 3

Disclaimer: This is a fabricated story about Andy Roddick, pro tennis
player and is narrated through the eyes of a fan. The story is fiction
and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the
celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private
lives. The events depicted did not occur and are pure fantasy. In
addition, you must be 18 years of age or older to read this and any
Nifty story. If you are not allowed to read this fictional writing
where you are from or don't like reading stories about sex between
men, please stop here and move on.

This is the third installment of a series. The chapters are to be read in
order.

Thank you for your suggestions and feedback from previous chapters.
If you enjoy this story, I would love to hear from you:
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Getting raunchy with Andy Roddick - 3

The handsome, pro tennis player, Andy Roddick, lay passed out on his
back. Where he had been for several hours inside the men's locker room
at Crandon Park tennis center in Miami. It was well past midnight.

Moments ago, I prevented Andy from hitting his head on the hard floor
as he blacked out from our intense sexual mischief that involved my
pissing and his uncontrollable need to cum wildly in all directions.
For now, however, I proceeded to position the athlete on his back and
rested his head on a wad of leftover shirt fabric. It was the best I
could do. Shallow puddles of piss formed on concave areas of Andy's
flat stomach and in a concentrated area inside his belly button. His
damp, dark brown treasure trail led down to his nicely trimmed pubes.
His thick, cut cock flopped to one side of his hairy nuts completely
spent. At the other end of the trail, his lean chest appeared
perfectly distributed with similar damp, brown hair. Like a peacefully
sleeping baby, his chest would rise and fall with each small breath.
No doubt, Roddick, even though drenched in my piss, was a very
handsome man. Content, he was, lying in supine position entirely naked
with exception to the dirty, white tennis socks we had yet to remove.

I stood over Andy and peeled off my wet, cum and piss soaked uniform
tossing along with it, my black shoes and socks. It was absurd that I
hadn't been completely naked thus far and yet through the open fly of
my navy pants had fucked my daddy seed far up his ass. Now that I was
naked too, the hot, stagnate air in the locker room finally felt
great. The cum-dump, pissed-on scent of our surroundings enveloped and
clung to my skin.

Looking back down at him, I had the most desirable urge to urinate
once again. He looked too much like an innocent child undisturbed in
his sleep. I reached over and grabbed his Lacoste cap from where it
sat idly on the locker bench, placing it down on his head in backwards
fashion. Next, I took hold of his right arm and positioned it so that
his wrist was close to his mouth. I made a fist with his limp hand but
left the thumb extended. Finally, I stuck Andy's thumb into his mouth.
He sucked instinctively on it like a toddler and made small wet
sounds. Roddick breathed in and out through his nose but didn't wake
up or stop sucking on his thumb. He looked like a little, overly
mature baby boy. It was then that I began to spray him with piss in a
steady flow. My concentrated, rancid urine spilled on to his white
cap, staining it yellow. My piss splashed down his face and on to the
thumb he sucked, the yellow liquid making its way into his mouth. I
re-wet his chest hairs, treasure trail and pubes with a good dose of
piss before I had to stop since my cock had gotten so unmanageably
hard.

More pools of my piss formed on Andy's stomach and inside his belly
button, adding to what had already been there. It spilled down around
his sides. The clean shower he imagined getting earlier wasn't from
water, but from another man's bladder.  He had become my personal
urinal. I couldn't help but smile down at my handiwork. However, I
didn't stop there. I got down and put my lips to his belly button and
suctioned back the pool of piss from his sexy, lean body into my
mouth. It tasted salty and was mixed with cum; his cum in fact. Damn,
did my piss in combination with this boy taste good. I repeated the
process of sucking and swallowing all the leftover piss pools from
Andy's stomach and chest. When I was done, I let out a loud, obnoxious
burp. A signal from my stomach it was completely full and satisfied.

In response, my heavy, hairy balls churned with cum. I got on top of
Andy and press our cocks and balls together. My large, hairy nut sack
covered his cock and balls entirely. With my fully erect, third-leg,
as my wife like to call it, I started fucking Andy's stomach along his
treasure trail. The friction of my cock fucking along his hairy torso
felt incredibly good so much so I was leaving a slug trail of pre-cum
behind. My pre-cum coated my shaft and left a sticky, matted mess in
Andy's fur.

I looked up to see that Roddick had opened his eyes but was still
sucking on his thumb.
"Oh, daddy", he said as our eyes met, "Your heavy cock on my stomach
feels so good".
Adding, "I want to please my daddy and get him off so bad"

So I was daddy now?

I imagined, at that moment, for Andy to be my son. My little baby boy
in his pissed stained, backward baseball cap. He looked so cute
sucking his thumb and getting stomach fucked by dad. I could feel my
own baby-making seed churn within my balls. The seed my father gave me
was the seed I desperately wanted to give back to my "son" Andy. I
felt his erect cock poking at my back door. My little baby Andy had
managed himself an erection.

"That's it daddy, push your ass back on my little erect cock", Roddick urged.

My stomach felt so full of piss and my dirty chute with shit, but I
pushed my ass back at Andy anyway.  Still sucking on his thumb in
front of me, my new baby boy reached up to his daddy's nipples with
his other free hand and squeezed. tightly.  The sudden, electric shock
of my nipple being manipulated sent me close to the edge. I bucked
back at Andy's dick, which wasn't small at all. It was 8 hard inches
of man meat. I let my baby's over-sized cock slip just past the
opening of my shithole, but it was blocked by a turd and couldn't go
in any further. As Andy poked and stabbed at my asshole, it made me
want to take a shit bad. We were doing some damage to my prostrate yet
it felt good and pleasurable in so many ways.

With cum boiling deep in my balls, I swat Andy's thumb-sucking fist
from his mouth and stuffed it with my big `ol daddy cock as a
replacement. Andy's eyes got wide and nearly popped out of their
sockets as my massive dick slid passed his lips and down his throat.
He kept sucking, not missing a beat. My baby was a natural cocksucker
with no gag reflex as far as I could tell.

"I got to shit, baby", I warned him.
"Mmmmm, plz da-daaddd", came his muffled reply. Choking down on my cock.

I could hold back no longer and this time it wasn't my cum, but the
turd wedged up my ass that wanted out. As I fucked baby Andy's face,
holding his ears on either side, without warning, the long shit stick
inside me plopped out, landing squarely on Roddick's chest. He gagged
on my dick as the warmest, seven inch shit log slid and left a smelly
slime trail down his center. At that moment, I unloaded my cum past
his willing throat. I don't think he even had a chance to taste my
sperm as it headed straight to his gut. When I stopped shooting after
what seemed like several minutes, I pulled off his aching mouth to let
Andy catch his breath. However, he wasn't done receiving all that his
"dad" had to offer. With both hands, Andy got a hold of my slick log,
lifting it off his chest still in one piece, and stuffed his mouth
with it.  Munching the brown turd down inch-by-inch just like it was a
little detached cock.

He grinned back at me with perfectly straight but shit-covered teeth.
"Thanks for dinner," he belched.
Followed by, "Did I please you daddy? "
"Yes, you did son", came my sick reply.

The poor helpless bastard, I thought. I wanted to take out a camera
and preserve this as one unforgettable Kodak moment. The untold story
in Andy Roddick's tennis history.

To be continued...

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