Date: Tue, 03 Jan 2006 14:37:08 +0200
From: Dimitris Nikolopoulos <mitsaso_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wimbledon Sluts Chapter 3

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 III



James Crawford woke up, finding himself on the same old bed he was used to
waking up every day, in the same sleazy apartment, with the same rommates he
lately had.

But this time, his waking up didn't make him upset that there were no more
sweet dreams ahead for him, and he definately didn't moan at thinking what
kind of boring, tiring, pointless day at the university was ahead for him.

He was actually happy and looking forward to the rest of the day.

For this was a special day.

He had agreed to pick hot tennis stud Rafael Nadal from his hotel room, and
drag him all the way to Marat Safin's hotel, force him into giving up his
big virgin latino ass to the towering Russian dick

He cheerfully got off the bed without troubling himself with tidying it up,
washed himself (giving extra attention into cleaning his asshole), brushed
his teeth, then put on some trivial clothes (they were going to come off
soon anyway!) and walked into the kitchen.

His roomate Leon was sitting there, munching on some delicious-looking
pancakes, while having an eye on his omni-present laptop, probably working
on some of his usual cyber-crap. Leon was a very peculiar case; he was an
exchange student from Brazil, and his tanned latino complexion, in addition
to his black hair and eyes betrayed every aspect of his heritage. Not to
mention that he was a super-stud, with a sculpted body that rivaled the
attention from his cute button nose and his luscious lips. Having a body
like that, it was hard to believe that Leon was actually a computer geek!
That's what his studies was about, and his interests were focused around
producing music and honing it through technological means. You see, he used
to be in a rock group before leaving his homeland for a better chance at
knowledge, but that didn't mean he would completely ignore his other love;
music!

James considered snatching a pancake or two to empower himself before going
off to his sweet sexcapades, but he knew that such a move would provoke a
rage fist from his other roomate, the one who made the pancakes in the first
place.

Jay, his other roomate, was an exchange student from Greece, and a great
filmaker-wannabe. He had cute brown curls and evil, piercing ocean blue
eyes. Oh, he also was Leon's boyfriend, and an extremely overprotective one
at that! Snatching one of his precious Leon's pancakes could merit a death
sentence in Jay's vicious hands if he was on a bad day.

"I know what you're thinking", Jay's evil voice was heard from inside the
oven, as he reached for some other freshly-baked delicacy. "Leon needs all
the energy my cooking can provide him today. Take that away from hm and
you're dead like the Spice Girls' career." he stated in his usual
drama-queeny manner. "Here. Have this, instead" he said, as he threw James a
fresh cookie. "Now scram. Me and Leon gotta have a quickie before we're set
off to today's bussiness. I guess we'll see you later, you horny bastard!"

"Goodmorning to you too." James said in an ice-cold voice, before heading
for the door. Leon managed to give him a pancake-filled grin before a horny
Jay climbed on the table and kissed him full on the lips, exchanging yummy
sweetness between their mouths.


*****************************************************************

A little later....

Rafael Nadal started to wake up in his classy hotel room. His blurry eyes
refused to open up, so he started adjusting to the feeling that the
enviroment arounf him was giving him. The coolness on his skin betrayed that
he had somehow kicked off the blankets during his sleep. A small sound was
coming from around, as if another presence was in there with him. Then he
realised the warmth and wetness around his raging cock, and respectively
found out that he woke up because someone was giving him a blowjob! What a
way to say "rise and shine"!

"Caray...!" Rafa whispered in an exasperated manner, enjoying the hot lips
on his cock.

He felt the bed move, as his uninvited lover made himself comfortable, and
the familiar wet feeling of a blow job.  Nadal opened up his eyes and
realised that the person that was devouring his cock was covered with the
blanket he stole from him!

So Rafa sat up on his elbows looking down at the blanket where he saw a
dark-haired head bobbing up and down.  Rafa turned the blanket back to
reveal a smiling James with his slutty mouth stuffed full of Spanish cock.
Rafael just smiled back at him, letting his hands run through the boy's fine
dark hair.  James continued his exploring of Rafa's cock with his mouth;
trying everything he could to make him and his cock feel good.

"Yeah you fucking bitch, suck it baby, suck it...oh yeah...mmmm. Chupame la
verga, cacorro"  Rafa said through gritted teeth.

Nadal was extremely hard, a mixture of his normal morning hard on and the
sexual intensity that James caused in him.  Rafa looked down at James'
little round butt and wanted more of it.  He picked him up from his dick
turning the boy around and placing James' ass right on his face.  Rafa
spread the youngster's ass as he gently kissed his writhing little pink
hole.

James moaned as he felt Rafa's fat Spanish tongue work its way inside him.
Rafa's tongue wiggled inside the boy's butt as his strong dark hands
squeezed the bitch's milky white cheeks.  After fully rimming and
lubricating James' asshole, Nadal pushed the boy onto his knees at the edge
of the bed.  He got off the bed standing behind the young man looking down
in lust at the insatiable creature that invaded his bed.  James wiggled his
ass back at Rafa with superb sluttiness, as he knew what it would cause him
to do.  Rafa smiled and rubbed the head of his hard cock against the other
man's pucker, and then forcefully drove his cock deep inside his ass.

James grimaced and grunted at the feeling of that hot tennis boycock
stretching him wide.  Rafa began mercilessly pounding away at James' tight
ass gripping his waist and pistoning into his bowels.  He began to lose
himself in the pleasure he was getting from that multi-penetrated ass.  He
leaned down until his mouth was sucking on the  back of James' neck, his
cock still pistoning hard into James' butt.

"Ahh fuck me baby...fuck my hole you little fucker." James moaned as his
idol carved a pussy into his ass.

Rafa was fucking with fury now overcome by his desire for a hot tight hole
in the morning.
Nadal was gasping for air as he rose up feeling the incoming orgasm.  He
slammed into James' ass once more sinking his entire cock up the young
slut's ass, causing the bottom to scream out in pleasure.  Steamy white cum
began pouring into James, eruption after eruption of hot creamy tennis cum
filling his young ass.

Rafa shivered and then collapsed onto James burying the older boy under his
toned, sweaty and heaving body.  The two laid there gasping for air.

"I'm sorry Mr.Nadal; I don't know what came over me.  I just ... I
just saw you sleeping there and wanted it so bad, so I climbed on your bed
and started sucking on little Rafa"  the slut said as he recovered his
breath.

"Little zorra...Do I look like I'm angry at you?"  Nadal smirked as he
reached for his sweatpants, without moving over James' body.


Rafa could feel the other man's wet and sticky crotch and knew that it was
spontaneous cum.    Then the two of them got up and headed for the shower.
Rafa chased James all the way there pinching his lilly white butt.


*****************************************************


When they got out of the bathroom, having horsed around in the shower like
teenagers, they found out that there was somebody else in the room with
them.

Marat Safin was standing next to the door, his hands fondling his crotch
through his torn jeans... "I'm so fucking horny right now."


"What's all this? We were supposed to come find you, not the ohter way
round!" Rafa said in astonishment. He thought that he would prepare himself
psychologically for gettins ass-fucked on the way to Marat's place, but now
that the big Russian hunk was already there, he started feeling unready...

"Change of plans, pussy-boy." Marat said, winking to a grinning James. James
started explaining to him:

"I though Marat could throw you a pleasant surprise and come here to tace
care of you himself...and the fuck session on your bed, followed by a shower
was a great way to relax you and your ass before the surprise!"

"Oh, I feel SO relaxed, thank you , you bastards!" Rafa groaned.

Then footsteps were heard from another direction, and Andy Roddick, followed
by Roger Federer, walked in the room...completely naked.

"And we would be the surprise." Andy grinned evilly.

Thoughts and feeling of extreme panic started filling Rafa's brain, but
Jame's hands massaging his naked back and a look at Federer's hairy horse
cock was enough to make him horny...


"Alright blyadina; get on your knees and suck my cock... and
make it good, boy, or else I'll have to spank your butt."  Marat's orders,
mixed with insults in russian, caused tingles to go down the Spaniard's
spine.


So he eagerly lowered to his knees.  He was staring directly at Marat's huge
cock and enormous balls, who were peeking through the zipper on his torn
jeans.  The intoxicating smell of cock drifted over to him. Rafa's mouth
suddenly went dry with nervous anticipation, as he was about to suck cock
for the second time in his life, and a smile escaped Marat's lips, making
the other spectators in the room also gleam with evil grins.

Marat towered above his new cocksucker and looked down into his eyes.  "You
know, all this time on the tennis field and I bet I have never seen such a
big homo like you playing tennis. That big ass, begging to be fucked through
those slutty shorts you always put on..." He grabbed his tree trunk at the
base.

"I think he had always been thinking what it would be like to get stuffed up
the ass. I even caught him looking at my crotch during one of our games."
Andy remarked. James, on the other hand, decided to keep the spectators
busy, so he dropped on his knees and started playing with Andy's and Roger's
cocks.

"That's enough." Safin motioned to Andy. He wiggled his cock around to get
some more blood flowing.  It was gradually thickening and rising to
attention. "Look at this big cock, you cocksucking bitch. Soon, it's going
to open up your ass. So you might want to suck it and make it slick and
ready first. It's up to you..." he said.

Rafa broke off the eye contact to stare at the hardening member he was about
to put -again!- in his mouth. Sucking one cock wasn't about to make him gay,
but sucking two? Being fucked up the ass? He was about to cross a line. And
his greatest competitors would know.

Marat leaned closer and the tip of his cock brushed against the boy's face.
"You ready?"

Rafa nodded, licking his big sultry lips.

Marat slapped his cock against his face.  "That's not good enough.  Are you
READY? Bitch."

"Yesssss."  The Russian cock slapped his tender cheeks several more times.

"For what?"

Rafa looked up at him.  "I'm ready to suck your cock."

Federer smiled greedily, as his own cock was being jacked off by James.
"Good, I want to see some cocksucking." James thought that Roger meant him,
so he engulfed his daddy cock in his bottomless mouth with one swift move.

Marat's dick slapped Rafa several more times across the lips, smearing
precum on his mouth.  "Ok boy, open up."

Rafa's lips parted and the scary cock moved closer.  For the briefest of
moments he thought of getting up and running away but before that thought
was finished Marat's cock was home in his mouth. The warmth of his meaty rod
amazed Rafa once more.  The feel of that rigid tool sliding between his lips
was incredible.  Marat continued pushing forward until his pubic hair
tickled Rafa's nose.  He eased back a little and then pushed forward.
Again.  He had the movements down solid like a man who was used to getting
head from virgins...

Rafa looked up at him while his cock was still buried in his mouth. Marat
arched his back.  He had one hand on his hip while he lowered the  other
hand on top
of his bitch's head.  He helped guide Rafa's movements.  "Otsosi, huyesos"
Marat mumbled with a hazed look in his mother tongue, as another tongue took
care of his monster cock.

After receiving several more thrusts, Rafa pulled back from his length. His
hand gripped the shaft and began pumping up and down, showing him how wet
and slick he made his shaft.  "Encularme. Fuck my little ass!"


"That's up for ME to decide. Get that cock back in your mouth boy."


Obeying his word, Rafa and opened his mouth wide, slurping his tool inside.
The rigid feel of his  cock was amazing.  There was no possible way it could
have been any harder.  Each forward motion of his head allowed Marat's big
tool to slip to the back of his almost virgin throat.

Rafa could feel the bulging veins on the cockas they bumped past his lips.
He took him all the way down until his nose brushed against his pubic hair.

"Zayibiz you little bitch! Stuff your mouth with my dick! Oh yeah, that's
it.  Man, you suck a mean cock.  Keep it going. Don't you dare fucking
stop." Marat encouraged him. In the meanwhile, Federer and Roddick were
sharing a passionate kiss as James stuffed both their cock down his mouth.

Marat's eagerness made Rafa work harder to pleasure him. He applied saliva
to fill up in his mouth and to moisten the rod that his mouth was hosting.
Each time it pulled away from him, strands of spit would dangle from his
lips.  Then greedily he would swallow it back inside of him.  As Rafa worked
his cock, Marat began rocking his hips forward, joining his movements. Their
routine continued in this manner for several minutes.

"Dammit, I'm going to blow this load." Marat suddenly said. But he couldn't
cum before stuffing Nadal's ass and taking his cherry. So he motioned to
Roddick;

"Come over here baby. Keep that mouth occupied while I open up his virgin
ass, ok?"

Andy moved over to Nadal's mouth, pushing his erection through his slutty
lips with no remorse. James Crawford had already taken care of his cock, so
he wasn't far from blowing his load already. He looked over to Federer, who
was now ramming his Swiss shaft up the Brit boy's incredibly user-friendly
ass. Then he looked back at Nadal's face, and started raping his mouth so
fast that his balls were slapping on the boy's chin with each thrust.

Marat, in the meanwhile, had different plans. "You. James." he motioned to
the other boy, "get up there and lick his ass till he's ready to be fucked."
The eager youngster squatted behind Rafa's spread legs without getting off
Federer's dick, and started lapping at Nadal's brown hole.


After 20 thrusts or so, and while James was working Rafa's brown hole with
his tongue, Andy pushed his head back and grasped his tool. He began
vigorously jerking off above Nadal's half-opened mouth, who stayed in his
position with the stiff rod only inches from his face.

It was the first time he'd ever watched someone beat off up close, and as
fascinating as it was, he was more excited
about the final result.

Andy's hand reached a fever pitch as it raced along
his cock's length.  His back curled forward as he was hunching over Rafa.
It seemed like every muscle in his toned body was straining with the effort
on his dick.
"Oh yeah, it's coming.  I'm going to cum all over your face."  He groaned.
"I want it on your face. Marat never lets me do that.  I want to see my
man-juice covering your faggot face."

Rafa watched him work his cock, the anticipation killing him. He wanted to
be baptised in Roddick-cream.

"Yes. Here it comes!  Oh god!"  Andy's hand was clamped so tight around his
cock that Rafa thought he was going to tear it off.

Rafa leaned forward and began lapping his tongue
along Andy's sweaty balls.  His cock was pumping hard in his hand.  His
mouth was now locked around Andy's hanging ball sack. He could feel it
tighten and he instinctively knew that Roddick was going to cum. So he
leaned back and opened his mouth, eager to receive the taste of A-Rod cum.

Andy bellowed with relief.  "YES! YES! OH!"

Two blasts of cum shot out of his cock. The first one landed across Rafa's
face.  It was thick and hot.  Immediately the second one landed right next
to it and managed to drip into his eye.  Reflexively Rafa closed his eyes
tight and kept his mouth hanging open.

Everyone in the room could hear the squishing sound as Andy's hand slid
across his increasingly moist member.  Several more blasts of hot juice
covered Rafa's face.  One managed to land in his mouth.  It caught him by
surprise but immediately I closed his mouth and savored the taste.

Andy's cum was like the milk from heaven to Rafa. The taste was slightly
sweet to him, with a tinge of salty goodness.  But most importantly, Rafa
felt like he had earned that cum. He worked hard on Russian and American
cock and now his face was drenched in cum. Another man's cum.

Rafa opened his cum-soaked eyelids, reached out and grabbed hold of the cock
in his face.  "Let me do
that." His fingers locked tight around the wet fucktool and began pumping
with the same furious motion he had witnessed Andy using.

A-Rod leaned his head back moaning.  "Yes!  Oh fuck yeah!  More!"

His cock shot more errant drops of scorching cum onto Nadal's hand and face.
Andy looked down at him and commanded harshly:  "Rub it on your face, you
little gayfag."

Nadal did as he was told.  Roddick's spent tool slid over his cum-soaked
face smearing all that fresh cum into the sensitive skin of his face.

Andy looked down at him scoffingly.  "Jesus dude!  You're covered in my cum.
How suitable for a previously closeted super-queer like yourself."

Rafael was so much into the cummy baptising of his face, that he barely
noticed James getting his tongue off his ass, and that tongue being replaced
with a hand. He then heard the sound of lube being squeezed from a bottle
and a second later Marat's hand was massaging lotion into the crack of his
big tight virgin ass.


One fat, stubby finger penetrated him.  It might have hurt if Rafa was as
virginal as he said he was, but ever since he had been a teenager, Rafael
Nadal had been sneaking a finger or two up that melon-shaped ass of his for
years in the shower.  Rafa now realised that all that previous practice was
now lessening the pain for him, and wished that Marat wouldn't tell the
difference.

A moment later a second finger worked its way inside him.
"Damn! This little bitch must have been poking fingers in his ass for quite
some time! Look how easily my fingers slide in and out!" he could hear Marat
chuckling from behind but he didn't want to turn around.


Mentally, Rafaeol took in what was happening to him. More importanlty, was
was GOING to happen to him. Three of hunky Marat's fingers were now
squirming around in his hot and tight shithole, getting him ready to turn
his asshole into an entrance instead of an exit.

Marat clasped both hands onto Rafa's tanned hips and began rubbing his hot
lubed rod against the sweaty melon cheeks of his ass.

"Hey," Federer said, as he rammed into Andy's white little ass, while Andy
in turn was fucking the shit out of James.  "You putting a condom on?"

"I wasn't planning on it."  Marat responded. "That litle bitch needs to feel
every inch of the cock I'm gonna plug him with. And it ain't like I fuck
around with a lot of people" he laughed ironically, motioning to the orgy
developing around him.


With that the tip of Marat's fat veiny cock penetrated Rafa's tight virgin
asshole.

The most noticeable feeling was how hot that cockhead felt separating his
ass-lips.  Shortly after, the slick rigid rod slowly pushed into him.  Rafa
looked straight ahead at their reflections in a nearby mirror.  Here was one
of his greatest competitors in the court, pushing his cock into his once
virgin ass. Damn, the media would have a field day if they ever found out
about this! Marat was looking down as he eased his tool into Rafa and it
amazed the others at the level of concentration he was putting forth.  Rafa
could tell that Marat was having as good a time as he was.

Rafa felt Marat's grip lift his hips up and then there was the tickle of
pubic hair brushing against his sweaty ass.  "Ok bottom-boy, I'm all the way
in.  How does it feel?"

It hurt like hell, but with pain there can be pleasure. And Rafa felt an
immense surge of sluttiness as he realised for the first time that a huge,
slick, Russian dick was lodged up his ass. There was another guy begind him
and he had just put his hard dick in his ass, making him gay. Rafa looked
into the mirror and saw with his eyes what he previously felt, and gave
Marat a wink.  "Is that dick going to just sit there or do you plan
on moving it?" he said, as he licked his lips.

Marat laughed.  "Oh it'll move alright.  Just remember you asked for it."
He began fucking him slowly.  Rafa savoured the thought of letting a man
violate his body and the thrill he got in return was just incredible.
Marat's first thrusts were hesitant but several minutes later he got the
rhythm down.  Rafa could feel his movements and his moans of enjoyment.
Marat Safin was clearly a man who just loved to fuck.

Rafa breathed in with his movements and enjoyed the feeling of the Russian
dick going deep within him.  "Oh!  Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuckme
fuckmefuckmeeeee!"

That urging got Marat moving faster and soon he was fucking Rafa like there
was no tomorrow...or today...or even a yesterday, as a matter of fact.  His
meaty fingers dug in tight on Rafa's sensitive hips as he pulled him
backwards with each motion.  Rafa knew I was going for a ride that wouldn't
be ending any time soon.  He just hoped that his poor asshole was up for it.




Rafa did his best to keep his balance and eventually had to stretch his arms
far out onto the pool table to prevent from toppling over backwards.  He
just stared at their reflections in the mirror.  While Marat was providing
him a nice deflowerment, the other three had made a nice all-way triangle.
James was spread out on the floor and his legs were thrown around Andy's
shoulders, while Andy was drilling him for all he was worth, with a power
greater than that of his serve. In the meanwhile, Roger Federer was sitting
on James' face, forcing him to rim his raunchy ass. Andy was completing the
triangle by bending over and sucking Roger's cock, while he kept fucking
James.


It was actually nice because Marat was doing all the work and all Rafa had
to concentrate on was being fucked. The air was now heavy with their
combined body heat.

Marat was pumping hard and breathing heavy with the effort. He had fucked
many virgin assholes in his life, but none of them was a s tight as this
winky hole. "Oh yeah!"  He moaned as his fucking continued at a brisk pace.

Rafa's head was jerking forward and back - hard.  He loved every minute of
it. He felt like he was born to be a bottom bitch. And yet, what was going
on didn't seem enough to him!
He just let anything that came to my lips speak out.  "Come on.  Is that the
best you can fuck me? Harder, you fucking commie stud!"

"Oh want it harder do you?" Marat smirked and punctuated this with a swift
deep thrust that stretched Rafa to the limit.  He could feel his cock
penetrate deep inside of him, opening up a passage in places there wasn't
supposed to be any passage.
His asshole was burning.  But he knew there might not be a repeat
performance, so he wanted to get his full enjoyment.  "More.  Keep fucking
me!"

Marat's reflection stared at him in the mirror.  "Ok boy!  Now my cock is
really going to have its' way with you.  When your ass still burns next
month,just remember that you asked for it!"  He followed this with some
deepdrives that pushed Rafa to the limit.  He could feel his flat and
rippled belly press against his slick back.  The pain and pleasure he was
feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced with any girl.  "This is
how I fuck most bitches!  You like it?" Marat said in the heat of passion.

"That's right.  Just like that."  Rafa was panting uncontrollably.  Yes, he
was his bitch so he decided to play the part.  "Keep it going!  Be rough
with me baby! Fuck me!!!"

In response, Marat's huge hand WHACKED Rafa's ass so hard he jumped off the
floor.
It was followed by a second smack.  "Come on bitch!  Work your ass harder!
Make your man happy!"

He was right.  There was no denying that if anyone saw our position, Rafa
bent over being fucked by this big stud they'd know who was in control.
This realization made his own cock so hard that he thought I was going to
cum without any other stimulation.  Rafa started pushing back on Marat's
cock as he'd ordered, countering his movement.  His shaft rammed deep into
Rafa.  His heavy balls would slap against the base of his ass with each
motion. WHACK!  SMACK!
  WHACK! SMACK!

Rafa's cock was ready to explode.  He pushed a little back from the pool
table and grabbed it - hard.  Quickly, he began jerking off.

Marat watched my actions in the mirror.  "You love this don't you, you
little whore?"

"Oh yeah sir!"  Rafa's hand was pumping away on his dick as the larger man
rammed into him.  Rafa knew he was only moments away.  "Please, don't stop.
I need you to keep fucking me."
Marat laughed.  "Oh you don't have to worry about that."  He said as he kept
pounding, harder every minute.

"Oh god!"  Rafa moaned as a thick wad of cum shot from his mocha cock.
Quickly it smeared across his hand as Marat gratefully continued pumping.

Marat moved his hands up to Rafa's shoulders.  They were scorching hot
andcovered with sweat.  Then he reached down with one hand and grabbed him
around the wrist.  "Get your hand in your mouth bitch!"  He moved Rafa's
cum-covered hand to his astounded face.  "I want you to lick all that joy
juice clean."

Rafa accepted my own cum into my mouth and sucked hard on my fingers.  He
pretended like they were Marat's wonderful cock, that had been lavishing
only some time ago.  This time, Rafa's own cum tasted delicious to him.
Their bodies rocked together.

"Oh you nasty bitch!" then Marat bellowed, "Oh God!"  His fingernails were
digging deep into Rafa's flesh.

Everyone in the room heard his howls of pleasure.  Rafa added his own.
"Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Don't stop!"  The sound of their bodies colliding
together punctuated the air.

At the same time, Andy exploded in James' ass, while Roger's cum started
flooding his mouth. Federer's tangy ass juices were savoured by the
youngster's tongue with lots of loving care.

Marat's breathing was hard in Rafa's ear as he moved closer.  His hands
tightened on him and they all knew knew he was seconds away.  "Fuck!  I'm
going to cum!"

Rafa kept pounding back against him.  "Then cum!  Explode in my ass!"

Several short and furious thrusts followed.  They were the actions of a man
only moments away from orgasm.

His huge roar matched the relief Rafa was feeling from finally living out
his unspoken fantasy.  And with that, his virgin ass felt the first jolt of
cum squirt from the Russian behemoth deep inside of him.  It was followed
seconds later by another.  The liquid was hot and it felt amazing to have
Marat's fuck-juice fill him up.

"Yes!  Yes!"  Marat shouted, each push sending more cum from his tool into
Nadal.   His final push left him deep inside of Rafa to squeeze out the last
of his juice.  He reached around and pulled him tight against him.  His
massive weight pinned Rafa to the table as he leaned forward.  Sweat was
dripping off of his neck and sideburns in a heavy flow onto his shoulders.
His heart was pounding against Rafa's back and all he could hear was his
massive breathing.  He sounded like he had just run a marathon.  Panting he
said, "That was the
best fuck I've had in years."  He heaved for more oxygen.

Andy, James and Federer broke into claps. "Now you're one of us", Andy said.

"I don't think I'll ever forget this day." Rafa managed to say, devoid of
breathing.

"I bet you won't" someone said, as he stepped out of a shadowy corner. It
was Jay, James' roomate, and he had a camera with him.


"What the fuck?!" Marat protested. "Who are you? And were you filming all
this?"

"You bet I did. All your delightful sexcapades are happily recorded, and you
guys don't even think about smashing my camera to bits. All the footage has
already been digitally sent to me boyfriend's laptop, and my dear Leon is
currently uploading them to an even safer place." Jay said with a bored
smirk.


"We...we were framed!!" Andy stood up in astonishment. "But...why?"

"That's not up to me to explain. I'm just the porn director." Jay said with
an evil smile. "I'll let the original culprit explain the rest to you, and
also tell you what you have to do if you don't want this footage all over
the net." he said, as he opened the door to leave, and another tennis player
walked in. Jean Micheal Gambill.


"Hello guys. I'm James' boyfriend. And you're gonna do whatever I tell you
to, or your careers on the tennis court will be destroyed...."


TO BE CONTINUED...