Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 00:11:31 +0300
From: Dimitris Nikolopoulos <mitsaso_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wimbledon sluts: chapter 2

Disclaimer: There's gay sex in this story. Lots of it. Yeah, it's consenting
sex between males, so if you don't like that kind of stuff please don't keep
reading! And what were you doing in this archive of gay erotic stories in
the first place?
If reading erotic stories (or just gay stories) is illegal where you live,
or the laws in your country or region say that you are underage and
shouldn't read such stories, then stop reading RIGHT HERE.
I don't know anything about the personal and sexual lives of the tennis
stars in this story, and every single sentence written here is purely
fictional. I certainly don't imply that those celebrities are gay in this
story, it's entirely a piece of fiction fluff.
James Crawford isn't a real celebrity, but you guys can use him as a
vehicle; imagine yourselves being into his shoes while reading this story
and you'll certainly enjoy being fucked by all that truckload of famous
studs!

Any comments and criticism about this story are much welcomed! Just e-mail
me at:  Mitsaso@gmail.com
If you like my writing style you can check my other Roddick/Safin story
"X-Roddick" or my current ongoing epic (lol!) named "Slutty X-Men"! They're
here on Nifty (under the celebrities section) as well, so you won't have to
look very hard for them. ;-)



WIMBLEDON SLUTS II


Marat Safin kept walking in circles around his classy hotel suite, dressed
only in his ass-clinging undies, trying to  reason with the feelings that
were springing up in his mind and heart those last few days...

It was a fact that he had a secret affair with Andy Roddick, one that could
destroy their status as tennis teen-hearthrob stars, and push them into
oblivion, away from the spotlight, the fame, the money...

Not to mention that the sex was steamy. Just a few minutes ago, Andy was in
the room with him. Andy had power-fucked the big Russian hunk's tight little
pucker with no remorse, as Marat just kept begging and begging for more.
After being introduced to the pleasures of man-to-man sex, Marat had
discovered that he was mostly a top when it came to bed, but every once in a
while he liked to be dominated and brutally fucked by smaller guys...Sweet
little Andy and his cute tight body turned him on when Andy humiliated him
and reduced him into a common male whore, grabbing his hair as he pistoned
into him and asking him if he liked that big pole being rammed up his
shitchute.

Marat walked in front of a large mirror in his bedroom, took off his tight
undies and stood there with his ass facing the mirror's reflecting surface.
He bent over, pried his meaty cheeks open and looked at his well-stretched
hole through the glass.

A thick droplet of Andy cum oozed out of the light-haired asshole and
treckled down Marat's thigh.

The sight of it made Marat horny again. His big monster cock sprang up,
demanding attention, demanding a tight little hole to ram into and fuck into
oblivion...

Andy wasn't around anymore, and to Marat's knowledge A-Rod was going to be
unavailable for the next couple of hours, but Marat couldn't possibly wait
that long for Andy to come back and satisfy his urges...

He needed some hot ass to pound into, and he needed it right now!

He thought of going to search for that hot little fucker that he and Andy
rammed during the Wiblendon tournament, that boy named James or something.
He was pretty sure  that he wouldn't say "no" and that he would pose no
threat to the secrecy of Marat's gay exploits in bed...

His best chance of finding James was returning to the crime scene, aka the
showers at the Wimbledon facilities. He had seen James over there a couple
of times after they fucked, so the boy had probably taken a steady job as a
cleaning assistant or something... No matches were arranged for that day
(since the tournament has ended) at the Wimbledon courts so the cleaning
staff should be working big time in the facilities...the boy was bound to be
there!

Marat just pulled on his tight pair of blue jeans without bothering to wear
his underwear again...the weather was pretty hot and going commando made him
feel slutty and available for sex at any minute.... Then he took a worn-out
wife beater and slipped his sweaty, glistening torso in it. His muscles were
all exposed now, and the tight wife beater barely reached to his belly
button, leaving his toned navel, the lower part of his treasure trail, along
with the point where it meets the beginning of his pubes exposed for the
world to see.

"Wow, I look like a hustler or something... Good! At least this way, if I
don't find that little slut to suck my cock dry, I could as well cruise for
a trick at the streets...!" he joked to himself.

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A little later, and after taking a cab whose very shocked driver was peeking
at Marat's bulging jeans throughout the whole ride, the big Russian stud had
arrived at the facilities and was now approaching the showers...at least, if
he didn't find anybody to unleash his monster cock on, he could always have
a cold shower there and cool off his lusty thoughts ofr a while.

As he reached the door to the showers, he could make out a few moaning and
slapping sounds from inside...

"That's weird" he thought to himself. He peeked through the slit of the
half-opened door and show something shockingly horny, and hornily shocking
as well...!!!

Yes, James the cleaning boy was there. But this time he was being serviced
by another big (in more than one ways) tennis stud!






James, that little tennis-slut groupie, was squatted over Rafael Nadal's
hips, who was lying on the cold floor and had put his hands behind his head
in a comfortable position. Nadal's tanned and fat cock was as stiff as a
flagpole and sticking straight up, and James easily found his target as he
lowered himself (and, consequently, his asshole) towards Rafael's young and
veiny pole.  He groaned loudly as he felt the contact between Nadal's
precum-oozing cockhead and his hungry hole, and he pushed down as a
desperate Nadal thrust slightly upward.

As he watched them popping through, Marat could tell that the sensation in
James' hole was fantastic.  Nadal's cockhead was tightly encased in the
slippery flesh, and all he could think about was that he wanted to bury
himself in there too.

"Ride that cock, bitch! How does it feel now that your cherry has been
popped, huh? I can feel your ass losing its' virginity as it stretches more
and more around my love-stick! Does it feel good, now that you're not a
virgin anymore?" Rafael suddenly yelled out at the young man that was riding
him.

"Y-Yes, Sir! I love the feeling of your cock in my virgin hole! I need you
to fuck all the virginity out of me! Fuck me, ravage me, stretch my hole so
much that anybody who sees it from now on will now that Nadal's fat cock had
left his mark on that hole!" James said as a droplet of sweat treckled down
his cheeks.

Marat smirked, trying to supress an incoming giggle-fest. So, that little
whore had told Nadal that his ass was virgin? Rafael was probably too young
to be really experienced about this so he couldn't tell the difference
between an untouched asshole and a doubly-penetrated one, they all seemed
pretty tight to him. Boy was he in for a surprise!


James flexed his muscled thighs and continued to ride down the famous tennis
dick.  Marat's eyes were glued to the junction of the two bodies; it was
incredibly exciting to watch young Rafa's cock disappear into James'
definately-not-virgin body as his own erection bobbed from side to side.
His hands on his knees, muscles flexing, James worked his way up
and down Rafa's shaft, producing the necessary friction as he rode that dick
like a bitch in heat, grunting in obvious pleasure every time that Nadal's
fat cockhead would hit his G-spot.

"You like it right there, don't you, you little slut?" Nadal suddenly said
to the boy that was riding his cock like a rodeo attraction.

"Fuck yeah, Sir, that's the sweet spot.  Every time you hit there I think
I'm
gonna shoot." James responded breathlessly.

"Every time I hit this?" Nadal said with an evil gleam in his eyes as he
grabbed James' arms to stabilize himself and poked harder in that ass.

"Ooooh, HELL, yeah!" James groaned, as his own cock twitched.  "I think
that's my prostate."

"You never had a cock up there before, have you? I'm the first man who makes
you feel like that, no? Who's your daddy, bitch?"

"You, Sir! Fuck me, Rafa, Sir! "Jaames groaned in response.  As he rode,
Nadal reached up and began to feel his bottom boy's hot, sexy body. His skin
was stretched taut across the muscles that were in the process of receiving
an intense sexual workout.  He seemed to like it when Rafa massaged his pecs
and began to pinch and twist his dark nipples, and he went crazy when the
tennis champion lubed his hand and stroked his meaty dick, that was bobbing
around doing nothing until that moment.  It was already slippery from the
precum that James was leaking out of the slit, and Nadal spread all that
precum up and down the veiny shaft, servicing him with a nice handjob.
As he stroked with one hand, Rafa reached down and tugged at the bottom
boy's balls with the other, pulling the heavy sac down.

"Oh yeah, Sir,  play with my nuts," James said, breathing deeply.

"Are they full of cum?" Nadal asked hoarsely.  "Are they full of a big
creamy load? They're as big as fucking tennis balls."

"Fuck yeah.  I'm gonna shoot a big fucking load all over you, Sir!"  he
said, as he could feel his balls start to pull up against his body,
preparing to pump their
contents.

The combination of sights, sounds, smells, and feelings was overwhelming the
bottoming man-slut, and he could sense that things were starting to happen
in
his body, that he was being pushed over an edge. He realised that he had
Rafael Nadal's famous cock in his ass, the same ass that a few days ago had
been stuffed by Andy Roddick and Marat Safin at the same time! That ass
should be on a celebrity museum or something...!

As Rafa stroked James' cock, his whole body seemed to stiffen and he thrust
his legs open even wider as he dropped down like a stone, burying all of
Nadal's cock inside of him at once.  A very fine initial spray of cum
droplets shot out of his piss slit, raining down on Rafa's smooth, dark and
rippling torso, mixing with the swaet that was already coating it.  There
was a short pause, and then a huge wad of sticky sperm jetted out, reaching
Rafael's surprised face and coating it with cum all over his left brow, eye
and cheek. A second, equally powerful shot hit Rafa straight on the mouth
and made a mess on his lips, while a few of it mad eit to the inside of
Rafa's mouth, who got acquainted with the manly taste of cum for the first
time in his life.

Straight-acting Rafa would have complained about the sudden cum shower that
was shootig on his face, messing with his manliness, but as James shot his
load, his ass went into convulsions, and the powerful muscles lining his
anal canal seemed to ripple along the length of Rafa's cock, which was
buried deeply inside.  This milking action was the last straw, and Nadal
lost it;
He roughly jammed the last millimeters of his cock into James' ass as he
came
long and hard.  He could feel my sticky sperm pool above my head and then
start to trickle down, coating the walls of James' ass.

"Whew, now that's a great way to start the day," Marat said, deciding to
make his entrance. James indifferently leaned over to kiss Rafa's lips and
taste his own juices, as a surprised Nadal tried to shoot up and look at the
unexpected intruder. He probably knew that Marat was watching all along, and
had put on a better show for him to watch.

"Oh, man! What the fuck are YOU doing here?" Nadal said in panic. He was
afraid that his Russian antagonist would tell everybody about Rafael Nadal's
tendencies to taste cum and fuck male pussies. And once the word that he was
a faggot would go out, his career would end before it even started! "Please,
please, it's not what you think! Don't tell anyone!" he pleaded, as he got
James off him and kneeled before Marat, hugging his knees.

Marat glanced at James with the corner of his eye, and their eyes met in
some sort of secret agreement. James just nodded at him, as he casually
scooped some Rafa cum from his stretched-out hole and brought it to his
mouth...


"Okay, pussy boy..." Marat looked down at a pleading Rafa. "You want me to
tell no one...you give me the pleasure that boy give you!" he said with a
bad accent and terrible English grammar that made James shiver with
horniness...man, could this stud get any sexier?


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In the meanwhile, Andy had left Marat's hotel room for some urgent
bussiness...bussiness he never mentioned what it was all about.


He unlocked the door to the small apartment with the key he was given, and
walked in the pitch black room. A small, interrogation-style spotlight was
lit upon him just as he closed the door.

"Take off your clothes" a manly, commanding voice echoed through the dark
room.

Andy, still spotlighted as the only visible thing in the whole place,
subserviently obeyed to the mysterious voice.

The unknown man watched as the blonde tennis hunk stripped from his clothes,
removing his jeacket and tank top first, revealing his flat belly and
erected nipples. His eyes were looking at the floor and his look was that of
obedience, but his body language betrayed that he was getting off on that
game of dominance.

"Pants too." the strange man said. Andy unbuckled his baggy pants and slid
them down his smooth-skinned, blonde-haired legs.

"Get rid of those fucking boxers. Leave your boots on though." the voice
commanded harshly.

Andy turned around sluttily and slowly took his boxer briefs off, revealing
his smooth and curvy bubble butt inch by inch to the mysterious spectator.
He was really putting on a great show!

Suddenly, the room was filled with blinding light, and the man that had
invited Andy to that apartment and had commanded Andy to do all those things
was revealed!

Roger Federeer was almost naked, spread comfortably on a big armchair. His
sexy stubbled face had the look of a sexual predator, his furry chest was
covered in sweat, and one leg was casually spread over one arm of the chair,
giving full access to his cock and balls, who were barely hidden underneath
the worn-out jockstrap he was wearing, as well as the fuzzy hair that was
peeking out of the small part of his crack that was exposed to Andy's eyes.
With one hand he held the remote control to all the lights in the room,
while with the other he slowly fondled with the pouch in the front of his
jockstrap.

"I knew that I wouldn't regret it when I made that bet with you" Andy
commented as he drooled watching Roger reaching with his hand up to his
chest and pinching a nipple.

"You wouldn't regret it? But you lost that bet! We said that whoever would
win the final game and the Wimbledon trophy would have the right to turn the
other one into his bitch and sexual slave." Federer questioned as he tossed
the remote on the floor beside him.

"Yeah, so I lost the game, I lost the tournament and I became your sexual
slave. I knew from the beginning that it was a win/win situation" Andy
grinned.


"Why don't you get over here." Federer said as arched his back on the
armchair and spread his other foot over the arm, giving Andy more access to
his grotch.  Reluctantly, but almost hypnotized, Andy crawled towards the
armchair and found himself on his knees in front of his sexy, hairy and
sweaty tennis nemesis.

When they made that bet, Andy was sure of his victory at the Wimbledon
final, and the idea of bringing an all-slutty, all-subservient Roger Federer
to Marat's bed as a present seemed intoxicating to him at the time. However,
Andy found himself unable to compete with Roger's superiority at their
profession and now he had to enjoy his time as a cockslut slave without
Marat finding out...or else, their already troubled relationship would
surely come to an end!

"What you waiting for, faggot, take my jockstrap off," Federer's sudden
command cut through everything Andy was thinking. Even forgetting that he
had called him a faggot, Andy was so turned on by this guy's hairy body, his
enormous bulge in that jock and his cocky attitude, that he immediately
started doing what he was asked to.

Andy slowly took down the elastic band of Roger's jock, feeling underneath
the hard muscles of his lower abs. He had a line of muscle running around
his
hips...this guy was just totally jacked. Pretty soon, he raised up off a
bit and Andy had Federer's jock around the middle of his hairy, muscled
thighs.

"Holy shit!" he thought to himself as he saw Roger's big veiny cock, that
was glistening with precum as it erected to its' full 10 inches. As soon as
Andy got the jockstrap around his knees, Roger sort of used his legs to get
it around his
ankles and then kicked it off to the side. Grabbing Andy's wrist, he led his
right hand to his growing cock.

"Jack me, stud," he said, smirking with nastiness. "You've jacked yourself
off plenty of times thinking of my big, fat cock up your cute little ass, so
you know how to do it, right?" Andy smiled back and grabbed his thick
tool...He was surprised at how thick and hot it was, and although he had
done much more with cocks than simply fantasizing about them, he still
watched in awe.

"Lick the head," Federer quickly cut Andy's daydream short. Almost in a
trance, Andy did as he asked. Then he looked back at him for instructions.
He had a commanding, almost mean look in his eye now. "Again, you stupid
whore!," he said.

Andy started licking Roger's fat and angry cockhead. Pretty soon he was told
how to lick the underside of Roger's now vertical cock up and down, and then
the sides. Throughout all this he said nothing, he only grunted with lust as
he just watched Andy clean his cock with his tongue. Andy found that it
tasted hard
and soft at the same time...it was warm, but it had this strength...Andy was
totally in heat by now, and salivating like crazy. Federer's monster cock
was glistening with Andy's spit, and the mushroom head had taken a red
color.

"That feels so good," Roger commented. "Now...suck my dick, faggot," he said
and put his hands behind his head, getting as comfortable as possible. Andy
jumped on it, and the head slid into his small mouth, between his full and
moist lips. He started bobbing up and down on the shaft, showing Roger that
he was certainly not a begginer when it came to cock-sucking.

Andy was in heaven and couldn't get enough of this tough guy's hot cock.
That's what really got him off in this whole slaveboy scenario...the fact
that he was a slaveboy and Roger was acting so tough. Andy believed he was
pretty fit
himself, but it felt like Federer could turn Andy's face into a punching bag
if he
felt like it. So being dominated by this hairy, manly man was all the more
arousing for Andy, and the fact that he was cheating on an even bigger and
manlier man that was waiting for him back at some hotel room, ready to be
fucked up the ass again like a little bitch, made him feel like a dirty
little slut,and grunt around the big cock he was munching on.

Andy took more and more of the hairy dick into his wet mouth, but it was
getting all the harder. This guy was unbelievably huge, and Andy thought
that his cock had grown even larger while in his hot little mouth! His jaws
really had to spread now...he had moved up, and his forehead was almost
touching Roger's ripped abs, but still, he could hardly get that dick in his
mouth. It wasn't as fat as Marat's, but it must have gotten at least 11
inches long by now...and taking it all in seemed a very diffucult feat even
for cocksucking champion Andy Roddick.

"That's it...fuck yeah bitch, you're my fuckin' cocksucker now," Federer
said. Hearing him say that made a chill run down Andy's spine. Then Roger
put his hands on the back of Andy's neck and pushed his head down the
enormous cock. Andy's jaws stretched impossibly, and then the head rammed up
against his throat.

A-Rod choked and pushed off against those massive hairy thighs, but it was
like trying to push a wall. His eyes were soon in Roger's thick pubes as he
started getting desperate for air. Then Roger sort of released him, allowing
him to push back and breath in. "Hey! Keep sucking, bitch," Roger said. "ogh
fuck yeah..." he moaned as Andy resumed slurping on his dick, "Didn't know
you had such a fuckin' slutty mouth Roddick, or I'd have turned you into my
personal cocksucking little whore long ago..."

The blonde stud-puppy just continued sucking on the angry head of the larger
  man's dick, waiting to see what he would do next. It didn't take long
before he rammed his cock way up his throat, choking him again...this time
pulling Andy down by the ears. "Shit yeah! Fuckin' love hearing a cocksucker
choke on my meat...choke on it, faggot! Shit, Roddick, I bet you always
wanted to suck me, you little fucker, all those games we had against each
other, you must have been fuckin' checkin' me out all the fuckin'
time...keep at it, boy, you're doing
great...fuuuckk...fuckin' better than any cocksucker I've had, Roddick,
thanks a lot faggot...you're doing just fuckin' great..." he kept talking as
Andy put all his technique into use and starting sucking his brains out
through his cock, getting himself off on anything the hairy man with his
cock up his throat said.

As he kept sucking and slobbering on the big yummy cock he was treated to,
Andy slowly looked past Roger's abdominal muscles, past his
manly, furry chest and into his piercing eyes and shit-eating grin. He
looked at Andy with a mixture of lust, contempt, and power, making the
blonde slut nearly come when he saw that. Andy sort of smiled back at him
with his cock stretching his tight and fat lips impossibly. "Watch your
teeth cocksucker and bob that dumb little head up and down my meat...you'll
fuckin' get your prize soon, girlyboy." he said, giving Andy a light slap in
the butt. That just about did it for Andy, it brought him over the edge. He
started sucking up and
down that monster cock as much as he could, the only sounds in the room
were Andy's slurping tongue and Roger's occasional grunts and curses.

Pretty soon, Roger had Andy by the hair, and dipped his head all the way
down to his thick pubes...A-Rod was just about out of air, but then he felt
Roger's body tense up and his already monstrous cock expand in the confined
spaces of Andy's mouth.

"FUCK YEAH! Eat my fuckin' cum, you sick homo!" Roger barked, forgetting
about who the homo would be if he had lost that match the other day. "Drink
it all down, bitch! Don't let that creamy delight get wasted!"

Poor Andy had no choice...with Roger's cock stretching out his throat, he
knew was the boss was...and very soon, Roger came once, twice, three
times...
"Open your throat wide, fag!  You better swallow every ounce of my fuck
cream, dick lover." Then he suddenly pulled out and shot once in Andy's wide
open mouth and then twice on his sweet face.

Even in his fucking sessions with all-macho-stud Marat, Andy never felt so
degraded, but at the same time hot...Roger wiped his cock off on Andy's chin
and pushed him away with his knee. He looked for a second at the blonde
tennis star he had just humiliated, with his magnificent chest expanding and
contracting, a light sheen of sweat over his hairy muscles. He took a rag
next to his armchair and threw it in his new bitch's face.

"Wipe your face, dicklicker, you're covered in cum like a cheap whore." Andy
did so, then watched Roger get up off the armchair, realising that he was
still mostly hard. Almost without thinking, Andy reached for his neglected,
rock-hard cock and started jacking off...but an angry Roger kicked his hand
away from his grotch.

"Forget about it, bitch. Today, you're gonna cum without touching that
cock."

"And how, pray tell, are we going to accomplish this, Master?" Andy said
playfully, and the way he said the word "Master" sent a tinge of animal lust
over Federer, making his seemingly spent cock stand tall and proud again.

"Simple; I'm gonna fuck the cum out of your ass, you little shit. Now bend
over!" he commanded.

Roddick was embarassed as hell, but he also was still really turned on,
especially by Roger's dominant attitude... Hearing Roger's voice telling him
to bend over and take it like a good little bitch, all thoughts of
resistance (if they existed in the first place!) flew out.


"You like my cock, bitchy?" Federer asked as he slapped his cock on Andy's
pale ass cheeks.

"Mmmmm yes, I fucking love that cock...Please fuck me with it! Fuck me like
the bitch I am!" Andy responded in a slutty stupor.

"Show me how hot you are for my cock, you fucking queer.. Put your arms on
this armchair and stick that fine girly ass of yours in the air."

Andy just looked over his shoulders with a wicked grin, almost wanting to
make his master angry.

"Do it!" Roger commanded angrily to his disobedient bitch.

Andy decided to go with it (he was majorly enjoying it,anyway!) did as he
said. Roger turned, bent over, rested Andy's arms on the armchair, and stuck
his ass up. Andy had never felt so vulnerable and exposed, and he really
liked that feeling. Soon he felt Federer move behind him.

"Stay still, slut. Don't move too much. I promise you that this will hurt
anyway."

Andy felt Federer's meaty thighs brush against his hamstrings, and then sort
of push his legs apart, exposing him and his dilated anus even more. He
placed his left hand on the small of Andy's back, and then lightly slapped
the blonde bubble ass with his right, making A-Rod buck back a bit.

"Damn...no tan lines, Roddick. Nice. You've got a better ass than most
tennis players I've fucked..." Roger said this sort of smirking, and it made
Andy feel
really great to hear him compliment him like that, although he was supposed
to be just a little cock-choking fag for him. Not to mention that the
mantion of other tennis players intrigued Andy's curiosity...

However, Federer's commanding manly voice dispelled all those
thoughts..."Bitch...don't move a lot, like I said. Just take it. Don't make
me snap your fucking back in half," he said, and the possibility of being
beat up by this all studly man made Andy's back shiver with arousal.

Federer grabbed the base of his massive tool with his right hand and
slapped it on Andy's golden ass cheeks a few more times, then ran it up and
down his slightly hairy crack. Pretty soon it found the magic hole... Andy
felt like he was totally submitting to Federer, this cocky football stud,
and it turned me on like hell! Federer started applying pressure to the
puckering hole, and in heat, Andy decided to complete his submission to him.
He locked down his legs and pushed back against him.

"Awwwwwww that's so fucking good...just take it, faggot," Roger said curlty,
and with one rough move he pushed the spear-head of his cock past Andy's
experienced ass. Andy gasped in shock and pain, since Federer's cock was
probably the biggest he had ever accepted into his slutty fuckhole.

Roger was sort of applying pressure to the small of Andy's back with his
left hand, which forced him to arch his back like a cheap whore. Then, with
another push, he shoved several more inches of his thick cock into Andy's
tight ass, driving the air out of the poor bottom.

"Ooooooow this fuckpole is too fucking big! Please take it slower Master...
I could use my ability to walk properly in my next tennis matches, you
know..." Andy said ironically.

Suddenly, he felt Roger's hand come down between his shoulderblades and
shove his face into the soft armchair. Roger had gotten really angry by his
bottom boy's audacity! That wasn't supposed to be how an obedient cockbitch
talked to his master!

"Listen cocksucker, I'm gonna fuck your ass MY WAY, whether you like it or
not. Got it bitch?" he asked in a harsh manner and jammed another half-inch
or so of his cock into poor Andy, just to make his point. Andy gasped for
air again.

"Goddamn! What a fag...fuckin' tight hole, faggot. It's pretty tight for the
total cum whore that you're gossiped to be. That pretty boyfriend of yours
don't fuck you enough? Is this why you set your cock-hungry radar asshole on
a manlier, better tennis player, with a bigger lovestick? Is this why you're
here right now, you pussy boy?  I'm taking what's mine, bitch . Now fucking
relax, and you'll love the feel of my big hairy cock in you, dumbass. Gonna
turn you into a total fuck pussy, shithead, whether you like it or not...so
just take it, faggot. I'm gonna carve a pussy so big out of that boyhole
that Safin's dick will be too small in your ass everytime he tries to fuck
you!"

Those words of Federer cut into Andy's mind, and sent that chill all over
his body...a mixture of fear (that his hole would stretch so much that Marat
would find out about his cheating), admiration for that macho bastard that
was fuckinh him and doing wonders for his sex drive, and lust for the giant
Swiss cock pummeling into his tight pussyhole.

Soon, he felt the Swiss cock inch up his ass again, but this time slowly,
and erotically.
Andy was still in a lot of pain, but this was one of the most horny, and
degrading things he had ever done. Usually, it would be Andy that would talk
dirty to his lovers, like he did to that boy James the other day, or like he
did to Marat every time he would get to dominate the bigger guy into
submission. Soon, he felt Roger's black pubes scratch his smooth
ass-cheeks. "Great!" he exclaimed. "Fuckin' own your ass now, Roddick.
Remember that every time you meet me at a tournament again, before you even
think of having a chance to win over a man like me."

Andy moaned, nearly shooting a load when he heard this cocky stud say that.
Federer waited a couple of minutes until A-Rod's ass accomodated his
girth...
Then, Roger set about doing what he said he would. He started pumping into
Andy's ass, at first in shorter thrusts, but then he long-dicked him with no
remorse, really driving his hips into the armchair. Andy started moaning and
grunting like a bitch in heat, driving his ass back to meet Roger's thrusts.
"Fuckin' liking it yet, you dumb pussy-boy? Shit! Should have taken your ass
years sooner, boy...got a hot tight whorish hole like that, should have
owned it since you were a teenager, cumrag!" Roger yelled as his hips kept
making their sexy slapping sound against Andy's sensitive buttcheeks.

But the arousing humiliation it didn't end there. Roger played with Andy
like a doll, twisting him around until he was sitting down, and Andy was
sitting on his cock, legs splayed out, his own cock sticking up in front of
him. Still totally ruling Andy's body, Federer put on a fucking storm of
thrusts, moving his hips unbelievably fast... But all the sounds in the room
for about
five minutes were the incredibly loud slams of his hips against Andy's
tender ass, and A-Rod's uncontrolable moaning, which Roger forced out of him
with his pummeling cock or by playing with his low-hanging balls with one
hand while sinking the fingers of the other in Andy's smooth waist, or
grabbing his neck  softly to emphasize his power over him.

Andy clenched his anal muscles on every out-thrust, making him
much better by doing that.

"Fuck yeah! Do it, Roddick, make my cock feel good with your pussy, you gay
cockslut. Shit! I fucking knew I'd own your ass, you fuckin' little wimp-boy
cocksucker. Now you know how it feels to take a real man's cock, and don't
fuckin' forget whose cock you felt more intensively up that ass, bitch!
Safin might have taken your charry first, but I opened a fucking tunnel in
your butt, made you my fucking bitchboy, take it, yeah, feel taht cock in
your pussy hole..."

Roger kept his barrage of trashtalking throughout his rough fuck.
Soon he yanked his cock out of Andy, and basically dragged him to the floor.
He had Andy kneel and plugged his mouth some more again, this time totally
taking his dick out, past Andy's lips, and then slamming it in again all the
way down my throat, skull-fucking him for all he was worth. After a few
minutes of face fucking, Roger grabbed Andy by the hair and dragged him out
on the balcony, where anyone passing by could look out and see them, maybe
even recognise them! He roughly slapped him around a few times and plopped
his aroused body on the floor. Andy almost came, reminded again of this
stud's immense physical and sexual power over him.

Federer's muscles were slightly flushed with red from the exertion of his
superfuck, and his whole body was covered in sweat, which shone and made him
all that more sexy. "Tell me what you want, cunt!" he yelled on purpose to
scare Andy that someone might hear them and come out on their balconies to
see what the fuss is all about. "Say it and beg for it, you cumrag!" It took
no time for Andy to answer, careless if someone saw them and recognised that
it was tennis superstar Andy Roddick who was taking it up the ass and
exhibiting it as well.

"Oh my god, Master, please, PLEASE fuck my ass, man, I fuckin' want your
fuckin' amazing beer can cock up my ass, fuck the shit out of me, you sexy
beast!"

"You got it, you dumb pussy!" Roger barked back with a proud smirk on his
face, and slapped Andy again, ordering him to open up his slutty legs. Andy
did so and Roger knelt on the floor between his slut's knees, his proud and
rigid cock  jutting aggressively upwards.

He grabbed Andy's ankles, raised them until his ass was up in
the air. He looked down a spit a few times on his cock, then jammed into
Andy mercilessly, causing him to moan like a bitch in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck yeah! You fucking take my cock NOW, any way I give it, faggot!" he
screamed at Andy, fucking into him like an animal. Andy relished the mixed
feelings of ultimate pleasure and degradation he was experiencing. He
reached
over and felt the amazing tension in Roger's contracting and expanding abs
as
he slammed his cock into his slutty ass. Soon, though, Roger put his ankles
on his
sweaty shoulders and bent over Andy, pinning his wrists down to the floor
above his head.

"Ready man? Ready to take my hot cum up your pussy you wimpy excuse of an
athlete? Huh? Do you want my sperm to shoot up your ass, breeding you like a
whore who can't afford condoms?" He asked, sort of smiling. Andy started to
answer, but Roger answered for him...

"Oooh yeah, I KNOW you are, Andy...fuckin' take it man...take my cum up your
ass! You're fuckin' MINE! Hot-DAMN!" Federer exclaimed, as he started
shooting strings of creamy spunk up Andy's well-fucked anal cavern...but his
stream of trash talking, the feeling of his fucking Andy, and the feel of
his masculine, amazing body on him as the cum started filling his ass rushed
through Andy like a man-killing wave...

Andy screamed as he shot way over his head, and then harder than he had done
before, all over his stomach and chest as his most-hated rival came loads up
his slutty ass...Roger's eyes bore through Andy's as he unloaded into him.
"Fuck you! Fuck you, Roddick! Take it! YEAH!" studly Roger screamed in
victory as he finished spurting in Andy's ass-pussy.

Roger rested over him for about a minute, while Andy lapped at his shoulder,
tasting the sweat that had accumulated. Soon he pushed up off him, and
looking down, slowly dragged his softening cock out of Andy, who sighed at
the sensation of his Master's cock leaving his body.

But Federer was not done here. He inched his way over Andy's sweaty body,
still kneeling over him. "Clean it, cocksucker" he said, and Andy gladly
did.
Then he sort of wiped his cock off on Andy's lips and hair and nonchalantly
walked back inside the apartment. Andy got to see this superior stallion
walk away from him, his latest conquest, towards the bathroom, his rippling
backside playing as he strutted away, and he realized he had just been
marked as Federer's total bitch.


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"Why are you even thinking about it? You already down on your knees! Just
suck my cock bitch, and no one will have to know that you like guys." Marat
proposed to a kneeling Rafael Nadal.

"C'mon, it's easy, you remember how *I* did it, don't you?" James Crawford
encouraged his tennis idol into becoming a cock-loving hooker.

Nadal looked up at Marat's smirking face, then back at James' sheepish grin
and finally at the growing bulge in Marat's super-tight pants, that made it
clear that Safin wasn't wearing any underwear. Suddenly the idea of
worshipping another man's cock dawned as something extremely arousing on
him, so Rafa's hands reached for Marat's big bubbly cheeks as he kissed the
big Russian stud's exposed belly.

"Yes, that's it, gooooood boy, worship that body." Marat encouraged as he
felt his cock stiffening in his pants, who were beginning to feel too
constricting for a manhood like his.

Rafael used his tongue and teeth to play with the happy trail of hair that
continued under the belly button, showing the way to the big (literally!)
prize. His sneaky hands slipped under the waistband Marat's jeans and
kneaded the smooth melon cheeks, as his teeth attacked the front side of the
waistband, trying to pull it down without unbuttoning it.

"Wow, you must really want that cock, don't you boy?" Marat asked, as he
pushed him a little aside and fumbled with the buttons himself, freeing his
cock from its confinments. "There you go. It's all yours now."

Rafa looked with awe at the enormous Russian dick in front of his eyes,
drinking the sight of it and burning it in his mind before burying it in his
already salivating mouth. That dick was the full package. Ten inches, fat,
with a good load of veins adorning it, and a big, helmet-like cockhead that
had the same color as the shaft of the cock. It was a really beautiful cock,
that would make proud every man that had the privilege to suck it, and the
beefy celebrity stud that came with it was only an added bonus.

Nadal leaned in to lick the head of the cock, but Marat grabbed its' base
and swang it around, slapping Rafa's cheeks with it, while poor Rafa kept
trying to catch it with his tongue and give it a good lapping...Marat just
kept teasing Rafa and slapping his greatly desired cock against the younger
man's face, as he kept missing it with his mouth. In the end, Rafael managed
to think more clearly and aimed for Marat's balls, who were just hanging
there and not moving at all.

As Rafa wrapped his lips around one of Marat's low-hanging nuts, Marat
aknowledged the slut's victory and stopped swinging his cock around,
settling for tea-bagging the previously straight boy with his well-endowed
family jewels. Rafael sucked the first nut into his welcoming mouth, then
slowly pushed it out his his tongue and sucked in the other one.

Carefully and gently fondling Marat's furred balls in his hand, Rafa leaned
forward and ran his tongue up the length of the hard cock in front of his
face. Musk, spice and just a hint of sweat, a strong male flavor that filled
Rafa's mouth.

The 18 year old Roland Garros champion ran his tongue up and down the thick
Russian shaft several times and tried the taste of male cock for the first
time in his life, to the accompaniment of moans and softly whispered words
that were half in English and half in Russian, pronounced in a very strong
accent. He wasn't too sure what the larger man was saying, but it sounded
fucking hot. Then, he reached the crown and sucked the tip into his mouth,
running his tongue under the man's foreskin in a smooth quick circle as if
he was rimming it, and he tasted a few cheese that had been left there after
the last time that Safin had cum. Marat gasped and shuddered under him,
feeling the tip of his cock sliding into Nadal's virgin mouth.

"Fuck yeah! That feels so good! Are you sure that you have never done that
again, boy?"

Nadal didn't pay too much attention to what Marat was babbling, but when he
looked up at his face through his eyelashes, the older man seemed to have an
expression of enjoyment on his face, so he didn't stop. Instead, he gently
used his lips to push the cock's foreskin back, exposing the lightly flushed
crown. He licked at it and sucked down on it, mindful of his teeth. Then,
taking a deep breath and consciously relaxing his throat, Rafa leaned
forward, letting the long thin cock slide down as it passed his suppressed
gag reflex, all the way down his throat until his nose was buried in curly
pubic hair.

"Oh my god! He took it all down! He must be a natural in this!" James gasped
from the surprise of seeing a previously straight stud take a big cock like
that all the way down. He started playing his his dick, that had once more
come to full attention. This sight was way beyond hot!

Marat shuddered and his hips gave an involuntary jerk forward, but strangely
enough, Rafa was ready for that. Letting go of the taller man's balls, Nadal
reached out with both hands until he found Marat's. Then he drew them to his
head and gently tangled them in his long, dark hair. He pulled back his
head, letting the hard cock slide back out of his throat and breathed in
through his nose, then he slid back down on it again, taking it in all of
the way. And paused.

It didn't take very long for Marat to pick up his intentions and the fingers
in his hair clamped down only a little tighter as those narrow hips began to
pump. Slowly at first, but than faster and faster as the man began to fuck
his face. Rafa licked with his tongue and sucked in with his cheeks even as
he concentrated on timing his breathing with the cock sliding out of his
throat. He knew that this was his first time sucking cock, but he didn't
want to ruin this extremely good impression he had made by choking on
Marat's dick.

Using his hands, Rafa gently fondled Marat's balls, rolling the furry sack
in his hands and tugging on it slightly. This caused another babbling flood
of broken English and Russian to pour from the other man's lips and Rafa
liked the reaction. Feeling a tad bold and cheeky, he reached with one
finger and rubbed against Marat's perineum, pressing against the outside of
his prostate.

"No! Leave that to me, if you please!" James suddenly exclaimed, and walked
behind Marat's beefy ass, yanking his unbuttoned jeans all the way down.

James groped with both hands this gorgeous, muscular ass in front of him and
kneaded the melon cheeks, sneaking peeks from the pink, blinking asshole
hidden in the deep cleft of Marat's gorgeous beefy ass.

"It's calling out to me" James whispered, and dipped his face in the cleft
of Russian ass, soaking the whole musky crack with saliva and dipping his
tongue in the puckering butthole every once in a while. Marat, astounded
from the combined sensation of having a mouth on every one of his two most
sensitive spots on his amazing body, started grunting and cursing in his
mother language.

"Uuuuuuhhh daaaaaaaa. DAAAA!," Marat groaned as Jimmy's tongue moved between
his ass cheeks, expertly rimming his rosy sphincter. He had gotten so hot
that he contamplated grabbing Rafa's head and skull-fucking him with no
remorse, but all that motion would make James' tongue lose touch with his
now slick and spit-dripping male pussy. So he just placed one hand on Rafa's
head and the other on James' hair, and he kept his hands there
aprreciatively, like a father complimenting his two sons for being such good
cocksuckers and ass-eaters. Both heads jept bobbing up and down, working
wonders on his cock and his musky shit chute, and Marat just didn't know if
he could keep up like this anymore.

Now as Marat's ass cheeks were hanging relaxed, James was expertly rimming
the whole length of the hairy cleft, up and down. Again and again, marat
felt the
tiny wet tip of the eager tongue poking at his not-so-virgin ass lips, and
he started craving the feeling of a big fat cock up his manly ass again,
taking him like the great bitch taht he was, putting him into place and
teaching him that just because he looked manlier and he was bigger and
taller than most, it didn't mean that he couldn't stick his ass out and
bottom like the best of them.

Gradually the tight ring of muscles loosened even more and James used all
his expertise in order to make this big hunk of a man have an anal orgasm.
The wet vibrating piece of flesh probed deep inside the sphincter, but left
the gaping ring in frustration when he moved again away for a tour of
rimming.

"Oh shit ... that feels fucking hot, "Marat almost yelled when he was
butterfly
kissed inside his ass. His feet now stood on the tip of his toes while he
tried to spread his buttocks even more.

Now James allowed his tongue to dig deeply inside the opening sphincter,
tongue-fucking it as if his tongue was a big, fat, pulsing cock.

"Oh yeah ... oh yeah .. don't fuckin' stop!" Marat howled in lust, trying to
impale
his ass on James' vibrating tongue. As his melon-shaped buttocks were still
spread apart, Marat felt his insides heating up. His ass was on fire, and
his cock was ready to blow up and leave a truckload of cum all over the
room.

With his cock hitting bottom in Rafa's throat, and James' tongue lodged up
entirely into his stretched-out ass, Marat was suddenly brought over the
edge.

The first river of cum shot through his piss slit stright down Rafa's
throat, baptising the young player's tummy with manly seed. With one swift
move, he slipped his cock out of the boy's ajar mouth and grabbed him by his
long hair, forcing him to keep his jaw open like a cheap porn-star and rake
the other heavy loads into his mouth, then on his flushed cheek, then on his
forehead and eyes. Soon, Nadal's face was covered in jism, and the boy had
to keep his eyelids closed so that the hefty load wouldn't get in his eyes.
For all he knew, it could burn like a fucking shampoo.

James had risen on his feet, massaging Marat's ample butt-cheeks and kissing
his sezy mouth from right behind him. Breaking the kiss, Marat gave a last
instruction for today to his new cock-slut;

"Get down on your knees and clean his face with your tongue."

James did as he as told, and soon he was lapping the creamy cum from Nadal's
eyes and forehead, then he went lower and kissed him passionately, sharing
the yummy treat with the previsouly virgin to those stuff champion.

"Here" Marat said, as he threw a card on the cum-stained floor. "Now that
your mouth's virginity taken care of, you will need someone to pop that
cherry in your sweet ass as well. If you ever feel like it, call me." Then,
having dressed himself up, Marat made his impressive exit.


"I would definately take him on that offer" James said as he got up and put
his shorts on. "He can fuck ass like the best of them. He plowed my ass so
hard that he stretched it out like some 50 year-old whore's pussy." he
smirked, remembering that sweet and pleasant night. Then he walked to the
door, eager to get out and maybe catch up with Marat.

"What do you mean, "plowed your ass"?" An dumbfounded cum-soaked Rafael
said, as he sat on the dirty floor naked, sweaty and panting... "...so I
wasn't the one that broke in your cherry?"



*END OF CHAPTER TWO*



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Hope you liked it guys! Send me your opinions at "Mitsaso@gmail.com". Tell
me if you have  something to comment on these pairings (like, continuing the
Andy/Federer  subplot in the story, or taking Rafa out of the picture,
etc)...I'm thinking of  using Feliciano Lopez in the next chapter...his ass
on that naked picture I found  looks amazing, and his face looks cute enough
to shower it with cum. :-)

Oh, and a small request. If anybody knows any nasty words in Russian, could
he/she possibly e-mail them to me with a translation? I want to have Marat
cursing viciously next time I put him in a sex scene, so the larger
vocubulary I get to know, the better the scene will come out! :-)