Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2005 20:08:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Derek Derekson <rawdickroddick@yahoo.com>
Subject: US Wide Open

The night of 30 August, 2005 did not appear to be a memorable night for
Andy Roddick. Having just lost in three tiebreak sets to an unknown
European player in the first round of the US Open in New York he was too
ashamed to even leave the locker room for a press conference. Instead he
spent more than 2 hours, almost the same length as his match, sitting on
a bench with his head in his lap. No one dared speak to him and even
those who had finished late matches or who had stayed late practicing
didn't even attempt to go near him. He was at a loss emotionally and
physically. He finally summoned enough energy to get up and undress to
take a shower. Usually after a match Andy would find himself alone in the
showers with enough time to leisurely palm one off. His opponent, a young
up-and-comer from Luxembourg, was an attractive guy and at the beginning
of the match Andy thought about how much he would have loved to pound his
ass after an easy first-round win. Andy loved cock and he loved to thrash
a guy right after a bout on the tennis court. Since Jan Michael Gambill
he hadn't found many other players to fuck around with. Roger Federer
was too much of a pussy. Rafael Nadal, who had a fine piece of Spanish
ass, had a face that Andy couldn't stomach. And Marat Safin was injured
far too often for Andy to depend on to be at certain events.


But here we have our dejected hero naked and alone in a shower stall at
the USTA National Tennis Center rubbing his tight and toned body. A body
he often found arousing even to himself that at that time he found
inferior and worthless. Tight abs, juicy nipples, rock hard ass,
everything he looked for in another man he already had. He rinsed his
hair and ended the shower rather abruptly, taking his towel and
halfheartedly wiping himself dry. Towel across his arm he walked naked
back to his locker. Upon opening it he grabbed another towel and laid it
across the bench and let himself lie down. Rather than covering his
exposed genitals with the other towel he covered he face and lay there
motionless and alone in his thoughts. He paid no attention to his exposed
glory which remained soft and hidden, much like himself at that moment.
As the minutes past no one ventured into this area and Andy slowly began
to regain his composure. Maybe realizing that his game had not improved
in recent months and that his love for the sport was waning he made
himself a silent pact to focus more on improvement.

Almost instantaneously his cock began to rise in acceptance of his
mind's accomplishment. Nearly 8 inches of proud American cut cock stood
proud amongst a clean and trimmed set of pubes and perfectly shaven
balls. Andy was one to groom his genitals and was proud of what he
thought was an almost perfect manhood. Andy cupped his balls with his
left hand and rubbed his right thumb over his cockhead. He started to
moan softly through the towel that was still covering his face. His
muscles bulged and his dick throbbed as Andy began to slowly stroke his
prick to ecstasy. Pumping his fist up and down his shaft Andy lay there
in supreme pleasure. His right hand moving up and down his erect penis
from the base up to its pulsating head. Precum began dripping from his
cock and his left hand moved up and wiped it off and up to his nipples.
Andy enjoyed rubbing his precum all over his sensitive nipples almost as
much as he loved someone tweaking and pulling them as hard as he could.
Andy was a whore for pain; he loved to cause discomfort and pain with his
lover and to feel immense pain himself. He moved his feet up to rest on
the bench as he lay there causing his asshole to become exposed. Andy
moved his left index finger to the entrance and slowly circled his finger
around his manhole. His dick pulsed and throbbed around his right hand as
it continued up and down his shaft. From underneath the towel covering
his face Andy was softly moaning continuously. While he believed himself
to be alone he didn't want anything to draw attention to what he was
doing. His lithe and toned body fully naked and exposed to anyone who
would enter the change room was being given the full treatment by his own
right hand. Andy was known in many private circles to be strictly a top
when it came to fucking often found himself craving an anal invasion of
his own sphincter. Quickly Andy repositioned himself with his feet on the
ground and removed the towel from his face and sat up. He moved towards
his locker and speedily grabbed two items. First was a jar of Vaseline
that he kept for emergencies and second was a hairbrush he had often used
as a makeshift dildo. He wished he could keep his own 9-inch dildo in his
tennis bag but a few months ago the ATP Tour had found a thief among
professional tennis players and Andy didn't want anyone to know of his
secret. Greedily he spread the lube over the handle of the brush and
leaned back down. Surprisingly he recovered his face with the towel and
went to apply lube to his aching manhole. For five minutes he fingered
his asshole with one finger while ignoring his throbbing cock that began
leaking precum again. When he knew he could handle a second finger he
inserted his middle finger along with his index finger. Having done this
many times before he knew where all his sensitive spots were and he
proceeded to fuck himself with his two fingers. His dick throbbed and his
body lay still waiting for its treat. He leaned further back to expose
more of his pink hole before he vigorously shoved the brush handle into
his ass. He half screamed and half moaned as he did this knowing that any
pain would give him more pleasure. He began fucking himself on the brush
handle. He abandoned all apprehensiveness and began screaming and moaning
in pleasure. Andy Roddick was stroking his aching mantool while he fucked
himself silly with a hairbrush.

 

He took a moment and stopped, relishing the thought of what he was doing:
openly and violently masturbating in the middle of the locker room at the
US Open. His naked body was wet from his shower and from the sweat his
body was producing. The smell of sex filled the room and his cock
continued to throb repeatedly. The handle of the hairbrush was giving him
pleasure but he wished it was fuller and thicker and throbbing like that
of a man's cock. Andy loved to abandon his aggressive and macho nature
in order to beg for a fuck. He loved to be called a whore and slut and to
have his man shove him around. He thrust the brush deeper inside his
asshole and screamed out incoherent profanities. From deep within his
body he could feel his balls pull in and his orgasm rush through his body
like a rocket. In a blur his body jerked and his cock exploded. Shot
after shot of his manjuice erupted from his 8 inch dick. Cum covered his
entire torso and his cock still throbbed wanting more. The brush fell out
of his ass and Andy felt empty. With barely any effort Andy picked the
brush up off the floor and threw it into his locker. With one swift
movement of his arm he slammed the door shut and forgot that he was lying
there completely exposed, except for his face still covered by a towel,
with pools and puddles of cum all over his bare chest. He was spent, he
had exhausted all of his energy and he decided to close his eyes. He
drifted off to sleep in the same position aware and indifferent towards
the consequences of someone finding him.

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