Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2004 15:35:01 +0200
From: Dimitris Nikolopoulos <mitsaso_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: X-Roddick

Disclaimer: This story contains description of consenting sex between
male celebrities and athletes.(well there's also a female participating at
one point but it doesn't count as a bisexual story,ok?) This story is
entirely fictional and doesn't imply anything about the sexual orientations
of the people mentioned in it or anything about their personal lives. I
don't know anything about the sexuality of Andy Roddick or the celebrities
and fictional characters used in this story.
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.
If gay sex between men is not your cup of cofee or even disgusts you,then
this is the wrong site to be in. Please get out. Otherwise, eat your heart
out! ;-)

This is my first erotic fiction so any comments, critiscism and suggestions
about the people used in the next chapters are totally welcome! Just mail me
at: Mitsaso_X@hotmail.com

X-RODDICK
Part 1


In Athens, the capital of Greece and home for the Olympic Games of 2004,
another day was coming to an end. But this day was no ordinary day,for the
night that was slowly blending into the faint daylight was that of the big
Opening Ceremony for the Olympics. All the attention of the world was drawn
in the big Olympic Stadium that was planned to host the spectacular
ceremony.
However, this story begins a few miles away from there, in the newly built
Olympic Village, where all 10.000 of the athletes visiting Greece to
participate in the Games were going to stay.
The last sunrays for the day were piercing through the curtains in the small
room that would provide a home for two very specific international tennis
stars for a couple of weeks.
This room as none other that the room shared by Martin Fish, and his way
more popular roomate, Andy Roddick.

Andy,in specific, was sprawled lazily on his bed, trying to accomodate
himself in the best position possible for him to relax without actually
falling asleep.
Martin wasn't present in the room. He had left some hours ago saying that he
intended to go a bit sightseeing now that he was able to (since the tennis
tournament was about to start in less than two days),and then proceed to
attend the athletes parade in the Opening Ceremony.
Andy had earlier mentioned that he wouldn't join the parade of the American
athletes. He had arrived in Athens only this very morning and he was still
feeling a bit dull,after the big journey and the slight jetlag he had to
suffer.

But as Andy lied there on his bed, trying to relax and pull his mind
together, he couldn't inquire about the real reasons that Martin was so
hasty to leave him alone.

See, there was something else that happened a few weeks ago and made them
feel a bit uncomfortable around each other.
They were training together back home, because they were going to play
together in the Men's Double matches,and they had to get to know each
other's game well if tehy wanted to cooperate.
But in the heat of the game,and as they both fought over the ball right over
the net, they almost fought about the outcome of the specific point. And
right there, as they both stopped arguing, something sparkled in their eyes
that never had been there before.

So, Andy simply grabbed Martin's head by the sides and they passionately
kissed. Their tongues wrestled each other, and Andy specifically felt
tickly,something that made him form a smile over the other man's mouth.
For both of them it was their first kiss with another guy and it seemed like
something fresh and unexplored, a weird whole new experience that brought
them on the verge of collapsing.

But none of them had the time to collapse, because Andy's current girlfriend
did  it for them.
Poor Mandy Moore (a pretty well known singer-turned-actress, which somewhat
benefited from her relationship with Andy) collapsed on the personal tennis
court's floor, taking with her the Gatorade drinks she had brought as a
surprise to her hot boyfriend and his buddy. But what she saw practically
hit her on the head, and the first thing her surprised mind could think
wasn't to scream bigoted things about the newly discovered possible
bisexuality of her boyfriend, but to actually lose balance and land on her
pretty butt.

Both Andy and Martin were unhappy to find that they were being watched, and
Andy made a move to get near Mandy and tell her it was just a silly
mistake,that it meant nothing, blah blah blah blah, you know the drill.

But Mandy's hands were compensating about her lack of quick thinking and she
threw both Gatorade bottles towards her (soon to be ex-)boyfriend. Andy's
feet were even faster than Mandy's hands and he swiftly avoided both bottles
and thier smashed pieces once the fell on the floor.

But by then, Mandy had already gotten off her butt and stormed off the
court. Never to be seen again. From Andy, at least.

It seemed however that Martin was even more embarassed about the kissing
thing so he quickly excused himself without mentioning anything about the
queer thing they jsut did.

And from then on, the two buddies hadn't practised together anymore,
something that as surely about to cost them the qualification to Men's
Double's match together. No practice together would mean crappy
cooperation,and they would be lucky to avoid a heavy defeat by whoever they
would play with on their first match.

At least they kept the same room together because they didn't want to
explain the reasons to their coaches. It seemed that that kiss would be kept
a common secret and never be mentioned again, but Martin still seemed
freaked out of that and his current absence proved that.

"Let's hope he soon gets over it. Then we can go back to our normal stuff"
Andy thought to himself.
But the peculiar thing was that Andy wasn't over that kiss either, although
in a very different way.

That kiss provoked freakiness in Martin, but something entirely different to
Andy. He felt...curious. Curious about what doing more than kissing with
another man would be.

The truth is, after that tennis-court-kissing with Martin and his abrupt
break-up with Mandy, the first thing Andy did was to get back home and jerk
off like a bitch in heat.

That day, for the very first time, his newly-invoked curiosity led him to
play with his ass while jerking off. The thoughts of the immense cumload he
shot that day made Andy horny, right now, in his Olympic room. He realised
it when he looked down and saw a nice tent forming in his shorts.

The thought of going to the shared bathroom in order to get rid of his
incoming erection didn't appeal very much to Andy.

"Hey, what the hell, let's baptise our new room...!" he thought, his
horniness taking the better of him. He reached for his evergrowing grotch
and began fondling it outside his shorts. His stroking resulted to an istant
reaction from his cock, which got harder and bigger within seconds, begging
for release from the confines of his shorts and underwear. Andy brought both
of his hands to his waist, pulled his feet up and with one swift move took
off his shorts and tight boxers at once. Now his fat, nine-inch cock was
free for the world to see. Well, with the exception that there was no
'world' in his room.

Andy used his left hand to sweep the newly formed sweat off his forehead and
combed his mussled, pointy blonde hair with his sweat-covered fingers. His
other hand stroked his blondish pubes and rested on the base of his swollen
cock. But it stayed there for only an instant, and then proceeded to feel
the engorged member up to it's pinkish head. As it's brief journey on
A-Rod's Dick ended, Andy's hand grabbed as much of his cock it could and
started wanking it with slow and controlled strokes.

Andy's tongue started escaping his lips every now and than, licking the
exterior of his mouth sluttily, like it was searching for another imaginary
mouth to suck on it, pretty much like Martin had on that fateful day a few
weeks ago. Andy's parted feet got stabilised on the matress so that he could
lift his groin area in the air, his hot little ass bucking and doing small
circles like it was being sensually fucked by some phantom cock.

Andy's mind has hazed from his ultra-horny state, so he didn't realise that
he was fantasizing about Martin fucking him like the little bitch he was.
Or, more accurately, it wasn't Martin in specific. It could be ANY man. As
long as it was a Man, and he had a nice cock to dominate Andy with.

Andy's mind was in gay dreamland, and he had already lost control over the
hand that was stroking his cock. So there he was, the great Andy Roddick,
wet dream of a respectively large amount of boys and girls, only wearing his
white socks and his equally white wife-beater (which he never bothered
taking off), stroking his cock furiously.

There was only one thing missing that could complete his current fantasy.

A cock substitute.

Subconsciously, Andy brought his free hand to his mouth and engulfed his
middle finger in his mouth, his luscious slutty lips wrapping around it like
it was a miniature cock. He sucked on it for a few seconds, while his other
hand began working his dick more slowly. Then he released the finger, but
left it lubed with a good amount of spit.

Like a bearer of a sacred carriage, his left hand with the saliva-coated
middle finger slowly traveled to the special place under Andy's fuzzy blonde
balls. The finger started tracing the length of his funky crack, which had a
good amount of thin blonde hair that was hard to see, unless you looked up
very very close.

Then his middle finger found the entrance to his virgin asshole and stopped
there, as if it was shocked to find such a great-looking hole.
Andy's asshole lips were surrounded by a fine amount of the aforementioned
blondish hair, and they looked hungrier than ever.

Without introductions, Andy's slippery finger rubbed itself on his anal
entrance before burying itself in it, inch by inch.
"Oh man!" Andy moaned in ecstasy as his own finger started to work itself in
and out of his bunghole. His hand started trembling in ecstasy but that only
increased the pleasure in his anal cavity, since the finger buried in his
ass was trembling as well.

Andy's right hand stroked faster and faster on his cock and Andy
contemplated adding a second finger in his ass, for the first time ever, as
something new that would add to his incoming climax. But it seemed that fate
had other plans for him, because a persistent knocking started making itself
known on his room's door.

"Damn! It's Murphy's Law at it's worst!" Andy thought as he got up and tried
to think of what to do. The knocking on the door went on, like whoever was
outside was certain that they would find Andy inside. He grabbed his
underwear and put them on, stuffing with difficulty his precum-dripping cock
inside them. His hard-on was clearly visible through the skimpy boxers, so
he also put on his shorts on, hoping that they could cover his erection a
bit better.

Andy proceeded to open the door and he was shocked to find his ex, Mandy,
standing  in front of him with a wicked grin.
"Surprise-surprise!" she said with a playful smile.

"No WAY! What are *you* doing here? This place is supposed to be for
athletes only!" he asked with a raised tone in his voice.

"Well, believe me, I'm not really well-known here in Greece, but the
volunteer guarding the Olympic Village's entrance recognised me! He even
knew I was your girlfriend! Must be a fan of yours, really, 'cause he didn't
strike me like a guy that would listen to my music." her unsettlingly
playful grin widened some more.

"I didn't mean to ask you how you got in here, but what do you *want* in
here, with me?" he clarified.

"Smells like sex in here. Were you fucking with somebody when I knocked the
door?"

"Wh-What?" What Mandy said really took him by surprise.

"I can smell cock in here, Andy. Is that why it took you so long to answer
the door? Is somebody hidden in the bathroom or something? Because I would
hate to think that a guy of your looks and fame would be jerking off all by
himself in his room in the Olympic Village." she said, toning especially the
last two words.

"There are only shared bathrooms here. Oh wait! Is this a sacred land or
something? Can't normal people jerk off in the Olympic Village?" Now Andy
could make out what the grin on her face was...it wasn't a nasty grin, but a
slutty one!

"You never were the smartest of guys, I guess...Look: On my flight to here,
I got to read a very interesting article in some magazine. Did you know that
80% of the athletes coming to the Olympics have absolutely no chance or
fitness to claim a medal or one of the really good positions on their
respective sports?"

"Nah..."

"Well, guess what they're gonna do since they're going to live in a village
with 10,000 other athletes for two weeks, with their residence and food and
everything paid! This place you're living in is like a big campus vacation
or something! And everyone else  in this Village is an athlete, so they're
all good-looking and fit!"

"I can see where you're taking this..."

"Thankfully! For two weeks, almost everyone in this village is going to fuck
himself to oblivion! I heard there are great orgies going on in each
Olympiad! And what the hell are *you* doing? You're jerking off all by
yourself! You! the Great A-Rod!"

"Look...you,being my girlfriend and all, shouldn't you be happy that I'm not
fucking around or something?"

"Ex-girlfriend, buddy." she rolled her eyes, as if saying "Duh!"

"So, why did you come here and find me, if you're my EX-girlfriend? Want
your keys or something? Because you don't seem like you came here wanting to
get back together!"

"Bingo!" she said, fluttering her eyes. "I came here for a last fuck."

"Wha-WHAT? You traveled all the way from U.S. and infiltrated a place you
weren't supposed to be just to fuck me? Are you *that* desperate?" Andy
couldn't believe his ears. The whole thing was surreal. Maybe while he was
jerking off earlier, the cum had climbed up to his brain and flooded it's
thought-proccesing part, making him see things that never existed. But,
Mandy travelling to Athens in order to fuck him suddenly seemed a greater
possibility than brain-climbing sperm.

"Careful, Andy. If I wasn't so determined to fuck you tonight I might have
taken that as an insult and bitchslapped you into next week instead." She
suddenly took a more serious look, but with the end of ther sentence it
broke into a grin again.

"Mandy!!! Do you even remember *why* you broke up with me in the first
place?"

"Yeah. I unexpectedly found out that you also swing for the other team. And
that made me angry. It made me furious! But then I found out...that it also
made me fucking horny." She licked her lips like a big-titty porn-star.

That's it. His cum must have climbed up his brain. That was for certain.
That was *not* happening.

"Had you ever been with a man before I caught you kissing Martin?"

Well, since this was a dream or something, it wouldn't hurt if he told her
the truth. "No."

"Did you get it on with some guy *after* I dumped you?"

"Nope." There was no time for that, all the work didn't let him that chance
to think about his bisexuality at all since that day.

"So what, you're not bi after all?"

"I think I am. I just didn't get much time to think it over. Is it that
bad?"

"No...not at all baby. So, when it comes to guys, you're a total virgin,
huh?"

"Um..." Andy couldn't believe that he actually blushed to that question.
"Yeah. I guess."

"Veeery nice. That's what I wanted to hear. So, let's get to work." saying
that, she let her coat fall over, and Andy could see that underneath it she
only wore a pair of jeans. She was totally shirtless, and her boobs could be
seen, and her nipples were erect and horny like hell.

"...To work?" Andy was somewhat confused.

"I *did* mention I came here to fuck you, right? Get naked, big boy!"

Andy couldn't really think of a reason to refuse his ex's proposal. In a
wicked sense of justice, she had interrupted his self-pleasuring and she had
to make up for it somehow. A good fuck seemed perfect for the occasion!

He pulled off his wife-beater and then proceeded to take off his shorts and
boxers. His still erect cock sprung forward in anticipation.

"So, baby, what about getting it lubed and ready for for your pussy, huh?"
he said with a wicked smile.

"You won't get *any* pussy tonight, Mr.Roddick", she answered back as she
took off her Levi's, revealing what was inside...a black leather strap-on
was fastened on her grotch area, and a nice 6-inch dildo was attached to
it!!!
"I'll be the one getting a 'pussy' tonight..." she added and flashed him her
teeth under her evil grin.

The spectre of panic flooded Andy's mind. "You cannot be serious...!" he
mumbled.

"Oh, I am. You see, a wise man once said that "The only men that can declare
themselves as 'straight' are the ones that took it up the ass and didn't
like it."

Andy just stood in shock. However, the thought of taking that plastic cock
up his ass started making his own cock twitch in secret anticipation.

"So, baby, don't you want to find out how straight you are?" she said, but
probaly never waited for the answer, because she was already taking a tube
of lube out of her thrown coat's pocket.

"Eeeer...I don't think it would hurt." he finally said, his horniness taking
the better of him.

"Oh, believe me, it *will* hurt. It always does on your first time. At least
that's what I heard somewhere."

Mandy's evil attempts to crack nasty jokes at him didn't scare Andy. It was
like his asshole was controlling hs whole body, like it had a little mind of
its own that took over in extremely horny situations like the present one.

"Okay, bitch." Mandy started talking as if a sex demon had possesed her. "If
you wanna get fucked good, you're gonna listen to whatever I say, and obey
like a good little bitch that you are. Am I understood?"

"Pefectly, ma'am." Andy responded like the obedient little bitch  that he
was.

"Good. Now get that ass on your bed and stand on all fours, like a good
doggy."

Andy obeyed. He got on the bed on al fours and lowered his upper body on bed
level, thus leaving his hot ass in the air, vulnerable to any kind of sexual
attacks. he also spread his legs, leaving his light-haired crak exposed to
his sex-frenzied ex.

"Good boy, goood boy." she said in affirmation, as she reached out and
slapped his cheeks with lust. Andy moaned, not because the slap hurt, but
because it made him feel good, being there and being dominated like a slutty
whore.

Mandy's hands remained on his ass, and soon she was using both of them to
massage his glorious globes of meat, as she slowly parted them to expose
better the prize which waited between them.

"Your ass is mine", she exclaimed as she run her middle finger up his crack
and explored the area she was soon going to conquest. Andy just moaned in
response.

"Yeah, that's it. Good bitch." she said as she brought a well lubed finger
to his entrance and poked it inside.

"Ooooh yeah" was all that her tennis star ex-boyfriend could say before he
bit his pillow and started munching on it.

"You little whore! You have worked that ass before!" Mandy barked at him in
realisation.

"Not much...ahhh yeah...just a finger..."

"Okay then, let's break your one-fingered record." she said, as she plopped
out her middle finger and replaced it with two well-lubed ones.

"Mmmmmmmmmmrrrrrfm!" was all that could be heard through the pillow that
Andy was munching on. He started bucking his ass in slutty response,
however.

"Stand still, you cock-whore!" she yelled at him as she tried to keep her
two fingers inside his ass. As soon as his anal cavity was well-stretched,
Mandy inserted a third finger inside her ex's not-for-long-virgin celebrity
ass.

Very soon, Andy's shit-chute was eating her fingers like a hungry little
mouth,begging for something bigger to make its way down there.

"That's it, you fucking boy-slut. Your time has come. Turn around. I wanna
see what your face is gonna look like when I'll be plopping your cherry."
she commanded.

As soon as Mandy's fingers had exited his asshole, Andy turned around and
rested his back on the mattress. He parted his feet and placed each of them
on Mandy's shoulders, preparing himself to be royally fucked.

"You're doing even more things than what I tell you to. You would have made
a splendid boy-slave if you were born some centuries ago." his master
praised him and all that he could do in response was flash a proud smile.

But that smile fade away in seconds, as Mandy plunged the whole six inches
of her strapped-on dildo in his boy-pussy. Andy yelped in an extremely
adorable way and his breath stopped for a few seconds.

"Ow God, it--it hurts! Make it go." he whispered as soon as his breathing
returned to normal. His handsome face winced into an expression that was
hard to make out-it could be pain, it could be pleasure,or even better, it
could be both.

"Relax, Andy-boy, it always hurts the first time. Just let it rest there for
a while and the pain will fade away. Then I'll proceed to carve a nice pussy
out of that little boyhole." Mandy said as her smile grew more sardonic.
Then she grabbed Andy's semi-deflated cock and started pumping on it, making
it slowly recover to its previous nine glorious inches. She could see Andy's
sweaty body glistening under the dim light of the room. It seemed the
dildo's intrusion inside his ass had made him produce much more sweat than
any other time they had fucked, although all the other times it had been
Andy who had been doing all the fucking.


Soon the initial pain that filled Andy's ass had faded. Mandy could tell,
because Andy wasn't clenching his fists into the sheets anymore. She slowly
pulled out and then quickly slammed in, making her ex-boyfriend yelp again.
He turned around and looked back at her with pleading eyes. Mandy felt the
urge to respond to that look.

"Don't give me that crap you little bitch. I can tell that you love it the
raw way. My way."

Andy formed a satanic smile and his eyes gleamed with evil sluttiness which
was really frightening...well, as frightening as someone with 6 inches of
plastic up his ass can look.

"I knew it!" She yelled. Then, she abruptly grabbed Andy's hair and pulled
it towards her with force, making him face upwards as his face distorted in
this new sudden pain. She started shoving her plastic cock in and out with
force as she kept pulling his hair, causing him pain in two places at once.
Now only the continuous moans of Andy could be heard in the room, along with
the rythmic slapping of flesh against flesh, or more accurately the slapping
of Mandy's hips on Andy's asscheeks every time she plunged the dildo in his
shit chute.

So it made real sense that none of them took notice of the third person who
had just entered the room, thanks to Mandy's inability to successfully close
the door.

But as that certain person used his deep male voice to gasp at the sight in
front of him, both Andy and Mandy looked up with shocked eyes at the
newcomer.


...TO BE CONTINUED....


So, how did you like my first attempt in smut-fiction?
You guys can even suggest who the third person will be. Who do you want to
replace Mandy's plastic cock with the real thing? 'Cause I swear, there will
be no women in any of the upcoming chapters of this story...only man-to-man
action! See my e-mail at the beginning of the story for suggestions,
feedback and constructive criticism.