Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2006 10:55:24 +0000
From: karl sims <ksim27@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wimble-MEN!

Disclaimer:  This story is purely a work of fiction.  I do
not claim to know anything about the sexuality of any of the
celebrities mentioned.
Feel free to e-mail me comments I will do my best to reply.

Wimble-MEN!

So it's him again.  Roger Federer sighed as he clicked the
off button on his TV remote control and lay back on his bed.
Now back in his rented South West London apartment after
completing the biggest white wash in Wimbledon semi-final
history beating Bjorkman 6-2,6-0,6-2, Federer's mind had
turned to his final opponent.  It was his only nemesis in
the world of men's professional tennis.  Rafael Nadal.

Earlier this summer Nadal had ended Roger's dream of a
career grand slam for at least one more year, by defeating
him on clay at Roland Garros, in the French Open Final.
This was one of 4 defeats against Nadal this year and the
young Spaniard was starting to piss Roger off.

And it was about more than just tennis.  All Roger's other
rivals in recent years just couldn't match the fine specimen
of male perfection that Roger was.  Andy Roddick is a
strong, lean, sexy American boy.... but he is just that....
a boy compared to Roger.   Lleyton Hewitt is a incredibly
fit, lithe, toned young man, but again he is nothing
compared to Federer.  Even the hunky Russian Marat Safin
doesn't exude male sex appeal in the way Roger does.

But there was the problem.  Nadal rivalled Roger's near
perfection.  Roger's firm toned buttocks were matched by the
young Spaniard's equally muscular backside.  Roger's broad,
sculpted, chest was equalled by the tanned, hairless,
Spanish torso.  Roger's big powerful thighs were rivalled by
Nadal's glistening legs.  Both players had big bulging arms,
fully displaying their power and strength.

And then..... there were the prized assets.  The crotch.
Roger's big, hairy, low hanging balls and thick, uncut, 6
inch flaccid cock had been the over powering alpha male
assets in the locker room.  But now Nadal's manhood was just
as impressive.  His cock may be a little shorter when soft,
but certainly not by more than half an inch, and it is even
thicker than Roger's.  Furthermore, it is circumcised,
leaving the big purple head permanently on display.  His
balls are less hairy and don't hang as low, but they are
equally as virile and cum filled as Federer's.

Yes there was no denying it.  The tennis court, be it grass,
hard court or clay, was not the only place that Federer felt
threatened by Nadal.

Andy Roddick had been so in awe of Roger previously that
following last year's Wimbledon final he had spent most of
the next 24 hours allowing Roger to fuck him and use him as
a common cum slut.  But this year Roddick had to admit to
Roger that even he couldn't take his eyes off the body of
Nadal.

Even though Andy still allowed Roger to use his mouth as a
sex tool before and after the American's disappointing
defeat to Andy Murray this year, he was clearly not as
dedicated to his master, both on and off the court, as he
had been previously.

Roger pondered this as he lay there on his bed absently
mindedly rubbing his crotch through his tennis shorts and
his jock strap.  His cock was hard and Roger knew that there
was only one thing that would quell that yearning.  It was
not just beating Nadal in Sunday's final, but it was raping
the young Spaniard's ass in the locker room afterwards too.
That thought brought a smile to Roger's face....

To be continued.....