Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 15:53:31 -0700
From: Nick Pinetti <nickpinetti@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting raunchy with Andy Roddick - 5

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. All
characters mentioned in this story are of legal sexual age, regardless
of how they may be depicted in the story. Since no specific ages are
given, every character is at least 18 years of age, a consenting adult
and no one is a minor. In addition, you must be 18 years of age or
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This is the fifth installment of a series. To make the most sense, the
chapters are to be read in order.

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Getting raunchy with Andy Roddick - 5

"Stay right here," I urgently commanded Andy Roddick even though I
knew he'd not move an inch from this spot. After all, he was in a
compromised head-over-heels position, just having sucked himself off
with a bit of my help.

I tried to conceal the worrisome look that flashed briefly over my
face. A dumb, clueless Andy looked at me a bit cross-eyed as he often
does. He obviously had not heard the sound that I had. More pressing
than anything at the moment, I needed to know where it had come from;
the faint suppressed cough or sneeze from just moments ago.

Had someone been watching us have man-on-man sex this entire time?

Untangling myself from the sexual pretzel Andy and I had gotten
ourselves into, I sprinted off in the direction of the disturbance. In
seconds, I rounded the corner by the showers where a large bin of
towels were piled. As fast I as I could, I reached in and grabbed one
off the stack then quickly wrapped it around my waist at the cost of
losing valuable time.

Wearing a towel was a bit silly after all the obscene, hot sex Andy
and I had been involved in, but the towel was somewhat justified as I
didn't like the idea of chasing after an intruder while being
completely nude. I turned in pursuit, and jogged further away from the
showers. Ahead of me was the corridor that led to center court, the
one I had escorted Roddick down earlier. Halfway up this passage, I
saw a silhouette of a boy just as he darted through a side door that
led to a small equipment room.

Now able to breath a bit easier, I was relieved to know that our
so-called intruder was only a kid. On the other hand, I worried over
what the boy had seen. I'd have to find what that was and then somehow
bullshit my way around it. That would be the trickier part, but as the
adult in this situation, I'd be in command.

I casually walked up the corridor and contemplated exactly what to
say. I approached the equipment room, opened the door, noted that
lights were already on and then stepped inside. It contained mostly
practice equipment, in addition to court replacement netting; tape,
among a few assorted random supplies. It was an otherwise
unremarkable, ordinary place to be. However, I very soon came to
realize I'd made a big mistake just by walking in here unprepared as I
was.

In a split second, the lights went out and it was pitch black. What I
felt to be a tennis racket came crashing down on my legs at the back
of my knees. Instantly, I fell forward, but was caught in court
netting as it was quickly wrapped around me like a cocoon. My hands
were tied behind my back with grip tape. How did this one kid work so
fast singlehandedly?

Left in a heap, lying there; the door to the room opened and then
shut. I was trapped inside, bound and helpless in the dark.


* * *

"Stay here", was all that Nick whispered to me with no explanation
before running off and leaving me naked and alone. "Well that's just
great," I thought to myself, "fucking great".

Didn't anyone respect me anymore? I made millions of dollars in my
tennis career and yet here I was: my cock between my lips, cum running
down my throat, and legs up over my head. And just how did I get
myself into these predicaments? I was becoming a total cum-dump, slut,
that's how. Well, come to think of it, this wasn't such a bad life: I
got to travel the world, make money, and got to bottom for a lot of
hot, nasty men. Perhaps the big, rancid turd I'd eaten that came out
of security guard Nick's ass had been my weakest moment, but damn it
tasted so very good. My stomach grumbled on cue as if to agree.

As I removed my cock from my mouth, brought my legs down from over my
head and stood up, I concluded that I really ought to be getting my
act together. Tonight had been a memorable one, but shouldn't I be
getting back to my wife?  Should I wait for Nick to return? What time
was it getting to be anyway? Too many questions, and my brain hurt
just thinking about them. I slumped down on the bench, closed my eyes
and began rubbing my temples.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, but didn't bother to raise
my head. It would be Nick, the security guard, returning from wherever
he'd gone off to and he'd probably want to stuff his horse-hung cock
in my mouth or fuck me silly again.

"Look", I said, still rubbing my temples, eyes closed, "I've kind of
had a enough sex for now. I'm pretty well spent, it's late and not
that this hasn't been fun." I was throwing every excuse out there that
I could think of. Secretly, however, I was insatiable. The more cock I
got, the more cock I wanted.  As far as I could tell, the cum never
stopped flowing.

"Oh, so you think you've had enough sex for tonight, do you?"
"Andy, we're just getting started", came the words from an unfamiliar voice.

I snapped out of my current state of mind in an instant. I looked up
to see a man; no--it was a tall boy, standing barefoot and shirtless
two feet in front of me. He implied something about me not having
enough sex and of "just getting started".  This was so not right and
horribly alarming.

"Who the fuck are you?", were the first words out of my mouth.

"Wrong question, Andy. It's: who the fuck are we", the tall boy corrected.

Did I hear that right? He said, "we". I blinked several times to clear
my vision. About five paces behind the boy stood four others similar
in looks but none quite as tall. All wore the same style and color of
shorts, and all were barefoot and shirtless. Suddenly, I felt as if I
were in the movie `Twilight'. You know the part where Bella is
surrounded by Jacob and the pack of sexy, shirtless, young men.

"We", he continued, "are members of the Ball Boy Club and you just
happened to pick the wrong night to fuck around in here."

"Jeez, what hell was this kid babbling about?" I thought, but let him go on.

"You see, Andy, we all work here. Fetching your misguided tennis balls
during game play. Tossing you your towel so your sweaty face can be
wiped off during a match. But you'd never notice or acknowledge that
we exist. You show up, have your fun, and then leave. But we stay
after, to clean, to get the courts ready, but we are otherwise
invisible to everyone. Everyone, except those of us that are also
members of the Ball Boy Club."

"To become a member, you have to be male and you have to be initiated.
Not to worry, Andy, you're not going to become a member of our club.
However, you and your boyfriend are unfortunate in that you decided to
stay late on this particular night; the evening in which we are to
initiate our newest pledge, Trevor. "

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach and the urge to get out of this
suffocating locker room as soon as possible. Plus Nick was not my
boyfriend!

The club's ringleader went on, "Before I introduce Trevor, I'd like to
make one thing clear. We have pictures along with video of you and Mr.
Dipshit Security, as we affectionately call him, captured on our
phones doing the nasty. So don't put up a struggle or attempt to
leave, as we'll simply post them on Twitter. #andyroddick,"

Well, there went my escape plan. My heart and stomach sunk even further.

"You WILL cooperate with us for the very same reasons. Have I made
myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes", came my rather meek reply.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir?", I questioned.

"That's right, motherfucker. It's `Yes, Sir'"

"Yes, Sir", I said in a more convincing tone.

The tall boy, stood before me. Idly scratching a tuff of dark hair
below his belly button that looked as though it recently sprouted. He
was lean and sexy and it gave him obvious pleasure to stroke his flat
stomach as his shorts began to tent in front of him. He instinctively
rubbed his harden cock where a large spot of pre-cum had soaked
through.  He took a step forward and dropped his shorts right in front
of me revealing his long, thin erect dick. A small, dark fuzzy patch
of pubic hair could be seen above his prick but his balls were
completely hairless and smooth. I didn't want to stare at this boy's
junk, but was compelled, at the same time, to do so.

"Do you like my young, hairless dick?", cooed the tall boy. Immature
as he was, he was the one in control.

"No", I whispered unconvincingly. A few stifled laughs could be heard
behind him.

 "Make a round O with your lips and stick out your tongue flat. And,
Andy, I don't want to see any of your teeth either", he commanded.

When I didn't comply, he reminded me of the photos and video that were
taken earlier. He reached for a cell phone that was handed to him from
behind. He swiped his thumb over the screen and in a moment my fully
naked body including face appeared, my ass outstretched and about to
get pummeled by Nick's huge dick. This was one of many photos he
flashed in my face and we hadn't even reached the video portion of my
private porn shoot.

Reluctant, but forced to comply. I did as I was told. My tongue hung
out of my waiting mouth, like a puppy, for what I knew would come
next. I couldn't help but think how creamy and delicious his long,
thin dick would be. The boy moved forward and the tip of his cock
slipped over my expectant tongue. Slow and deliberate, he pushed his
cock forward inch by inch past my lips and into my mouth. The skin of
his cock was so newborn-soft yet the muscle underneath was so very
hard by comparison.

"Oh, man, what a good cocksucker he is", relaying the message back to
his buddies.

His cock was tentative and gentle towards me unlike other men that had
taken me before and I was savoring the feel and taste of his extra
long, young dick as it made its way down my throat.  Although his cock
was thin, it got farther into me than any man's cock ever had.
Finally, the boy's small tuff of pubic hair came parked under my nose.
I breathed in his sexy, luscious boy scent. His pubes tickled my
nostrils and I wanted to sneeze but feared my teeth would scrape or
bite down on his young dick.  His feverish body pulled up so tight
against my face; I felt his breath as it came so heavily now. I felt
his stomach heave in and out against my forehead. I thought he would
cum without so much as face fucking me, but rather than this, he
pulled his cock out of my mouth in one full motion. It was too much
for him and he didn't want to ejaculate just yet.

"Lick my balls, Andy", he panted, so very short of breath and to the
point of no return.

Goddamn, he was one hot kid! My tonsils felt the void and mouth sad
and empty now that his long member had left me. I lapped at his
hairless nuts just as he instructed where my thick spit ran down his
shaft dripping and coating his slick balls. The kid smelled so fresh,
and so teenage sexy-good as my slippery tongue flicked at his balls
and further down trying to lap at his musky, hairless asshole as well.
I could tell the overheated kid was holding back from shooting his
hot, creamy load, but I wanted him to cum so bad.  My head was
swimming, so lost in lapping at this boy's asscrack trying to get his
hot lava to spew. I was getting this kid off good; I could tell he was
about to shoot the hugest load of boy cream he'd ever known. To my
disappointment, he stepped back so even my tongue couldn't flick at
his balls and backdoor any longer.

"This bastard wants me to blow", he said to his buddies. "I almost
lost it when he licked my asshole!"

The other boys gathered around us in a tight semi-circle. I was so
turned on by him and the pack of young men pressing in, I couldn't
help myself as I leaned back to spread my hairy legs exposing my
pulsating mature cock for all to see. My large nuts spilled over the
worn, wooden bench edge as my hairy ballsac bounced around gently
giving me added pleasure. I was on display for them, finding I loved
every second of it. I was entirely getting off on exposing my hairy,
masculine body and fully erect man meat for them all to view. Pre-cum
oozed out of my enlarged piss slit and down my thick, 8-inch shaft as
every boy looked wide-eyed and upon me. This was far better than any
tennis final I'd won, in which an audience of thousands had viewed and
cheered for me.

More cell phones were taken out, and pictures snapped of the naked and
entirely exposed athlete in front of them; the flash of lights
blinding me for a few seconds. I didn't care. I wanted to suck off as
many little cocks now that I could. I wanted their little hands on me,
getting me to cum for them. I wanted to know every single boy here by
the smell, taste and feel of his sex; intimately and individually. But
I also wanted these boys to know what a sexy fucker I am and useful,
experienced man-whore I could be for them.

Not only, was I exposing them my throbbing cock and lean, muscular
body, but I gave off the scent of hot, hairy man sex. I smelled of
dark, sweaty armpit stink, of hot piss and cum, and of dirty, shitty
ass. I wanted them to smell like hot men did during and after sex,
just like I did. I wanted them bathed in the scent of my man sex. If
cooperation on my part is what their ringleader wanted, I was going
out in full-force to give it to them.

The tall boy spoke again. The creamy, long-dick boy I wanted to get my
mouth back on to.

"My name is Joshua, and I am the leader of this club". He was
addressing me directly, but his authority was to be taken by all.

"Trevor, step forward.", he flat-out stated. A blonde, blue-eyed boy,
shorter than Joshua nervously shuffled to the front. So this was
Trevor, a hot, little blonde dude. He was a short, compact, muscular
wrestler type with blonde peach fuzz all over his arms, legs and I
assumed covered his ass and around his hole as well. The cutest thing
about Trevor, other than he was sexy as hell, was the barely visible
hair above his upper lip. I doubt this little guy even shaved.

Joshua continued, "This is how we do things around here. You will do
on this night that is asked of you, Trevor, and you'll become a member
of the club. Normally, I would be the one to officiate while the
others observe, but being how we have an unexpected, and willing guest
tonight this is a rare treat. And looking around at all the hard-ons
and drool running down cheeks, no one is in disagreement with me."  A
small laugh came from Joshua as he added this last bit to his speech.

"Yes," I thought in agreement, "I am more than willing to get as much
cum from these sexy teen boys as I can."

Joshua stood behind Trevor and crossed his arms around the short,
muscular guy tweaking the blonde's nipples between his thumb and index
fingers. In response, the boy twisted and squirmed his wiry frame, a
high-school wrestler trying to break free. Joshua held his grip firm
and the kid, sweating and moaning in pleasure, eventually submitted to
defeat. His chest and hardened nipples were electrically wired to his
dick and Joshua's nakedness, rubbing from behind, had become all too
much for putting up a fight. I watched as hands slipped down from
chest to inside the kid's shorts working them down, and eventually
off, so the sexy, blonde stood in front of me with his beautiful
blonde cock and balls out.

My thick, hairy boner was aching in direct response to Trevor's
onslaught and to the smoking hot view of his teen cock and balls now
before me. My boner stood out before the boy, large and proud. I
wanted the wrestle-boy's lips around my dripping cock, his peach-fuzz
mustache tickling my shaft on the way down. I tweaked my nipples just
as Trevor's had been, getting them rough and pencil thick hard.
Pre-cum flowed constantly from my vein-popping shaft. I wished that
Trevor had his mouth wrapped around me. In spite of what I wished for,
Joshua was in command and would orchestrate whatever happened tonight.

"Dustin, Dylan, come up here", Joshua ordered.

"Yes, Josh", said the voice of two boys in unison.

Dustin and Dylan, as if they already knew what Josh wanted, came
forward and split off to either side of Trevor. What I first noticed
about the two is that they were older and taller than Trevor but not
as tall as Josh. However, on closer inspection, I was shocked to find
one looked exactly like the other. Hot damn, they were identical twin
brothers!

Without need for instruction, the twins lifted Trevor from where he
stood, into a sitting, cradle-like position, but completely up off the
ground! They easily accomplished this by using two hands to support
his back and then with the remaining free hand each took hold up under
one of the boy's thighs. They had him in an assisted side-by-side
lift! Trevor became the twins' puppet as they paraded him around
spreading his legs open for all to see his beautiful boybutt and
nearly hairless, peach-fuzz covered, puckered hole. With no will of
his own, the twins were in control of where young Trevor's
freewheeling ass went.

I watched Trevor's abs and biceps flex naturally as he was carried and
spun around the room, with one arm wrapped around Dylan and the other
wrapped around Dustin, pulling them in for support. He was wedged
between the brothers like a hot, muscle teen sandwich, but, then
again, more like a prince on a make-sift throne. I took one hand to my
pre-cum covered cock, and started jerking myself to the three of them
horsing around. I hadn't got two pumps in, when Josh batted my hand
away. He motioned to the brothers as to stop them from what they were
doing.

The next thing I knew, the twins brought Trevor over to me and spread
his legs right in front of my face. I could smell the sweet scent of
the wrestle-teen's hot, musky ass just inches from my nose and
jaw-dropped mouth.  I took a deep breath and licked my lips wetting
them in anticipation of kissing the fuzzy-haired, puckered hole. My
cock without the need to touch it, flexed relentlessly all on its own.
 Dylan looked down at my thick, glistening, pulsating dick and nodded
to Dustin. These boys seemed to have a secret, unspoken language.
Rather than Trevor's teen-scented crack coming in contact with my
waiting lips, the twins changed course and brought his ass down over
my aching, throbbing baby maker. They rested his nearly hairless hole
against the tip of my fat daddy dick, just holding him there.

A panic-looking, blue-eyed Trevor peered into my eyes as if begging me
to stop what was inevitably going to happen. He had seen my huge
man-meat approach and was worried he'd be ripped deep, splitting him
into two. I would love to be the one to rip Trevor's ass wide-open, my
cock was creaming at the head just thinking about it. However, I
wasn't the one in control nor was Trevor and I don't think we had any
choice in the matter.

"Yeeeeeeeeow", wailed Trevor as his virgin hole was forced down on my
huge cock. The tip of my blunt cockhead apparently was too great for
him; this kid was so damn tight! I tried making as much pre-cum for
him as I possibly could, easing his pain. It didn't help much as tears
rolled down his face. Yes, this baby boy was getting his beautiful
peach-fuzzed butt ripped into two by my throbbing, thick dick.  The
brothers let him off my horny man-cock for just a second and then
applied pressure once again, letting gravity do the work, trying to
get his asslips to stretch around my prick. God, I was in love with
all three of them for what they were doing to me.

"Hmmmm, ummm, daddy", Trevor cried as finally an inch of my cockhead
popped passed his sphincter and tapped his prostrate for the first
time.  A lustful Trevor looked at me as the brothers corkscrewed him
further down on my engorged, lengthy cock.

"Just fuck me ", Trevor babbled out uncontrollably, "Andy, your huge
daddy dick feels so good inside. " My sexy, baby boy was about to ride
my dick, without a doubt or help on his own.

The twins took over, lifting and raising Trevor's ass and entire body
down my thick pipe. I bet this kid could feel the ridges of every
eye-popping vein as the brothers slid him up-and-down, up-and-down my
cock with no help on Trevor's part. Little by little they worked him,
getting him a bit further around and down my shaft each time. The pain
he once experienced turned into gut-wrenching pleasure as the boy's
prostrated got punched and poked with each deliberate stroke. Trevor
gasped and moaned in complete teenage ecstasy. Finally, my thick,
8-inches of man-meat became buried deep inside Trevor's hole and my
nicely trimmed, hairy guy pubes made contact with the boy's fuzzy
crack. He squirmed on my dick; it must have felt so full and so good
in his little teen ass.

With a bit of effort, I curled slightly forward and took the kid's
cock, including his peach-fuzz covered ballsac into my slobber-filled
mouth. My earlier self-sucking exercise proved to be useful here. The
twins made sure my cock remained deep inside Trevor and he arched his
back in response to my mouth around his teen sex. He could barely keep
himself pulled together. The twins kept him busily fucking me; up and
down my thick shaft and then proceeded to lick and whisper nastily
into Trevor's ears; telling him what a good boy he was for taking all
of my cock and how beautiful he looked doing so. I just couldn't take
this kid running up and down on me any longer, he was slipping so fast
along my slick cock and his blonde, fuzzy crack tickled on the way up
and down. The twin brothers were driving me nuts too, their sexy,
muscular arms held Trevor so he could have hot teen-on-man sex with
me. The four of us worked as a team, building Trevor and me into a
fucking frenzy.

I gave this kid one final thrust as the boys shoved him down hard on
my lap.  My cum came in hot blasts filling Trevor's virgin hole as he
rocked back and forth on my hairy thighs. I just kept spewing my hot
load into him. Trevor felt me cumming inside him.

"Yeeeeeeeeeowwww, daddy" escaped over Trevor's lips once more. My
tongue flicked around his cock and balls unforgivably as I got the
heaviest, thickest, and creamiest load from the hottest, blonde
wrestle-guy of all time.  I sucked and swallowed his magma down, while
in return, I forever shot my seed deep, up inside him. I held shaking,
peach-fuzz covered, little Trevor against my bigger, hairy, masculine
body letting him know he was safe in my arms. The hot, sweaty smell of
teen boy sex mixed with my own sexy man-scent and suffocated us as we
continued our climax.

I thought to myself: Andy, you are the luckiest dude in the world.

To be continued...

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