Date: Wed, 01 Dec 2004 11:16:57 +0200
From: Dimitris Nikolopoulos <mitsaso_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: X-Roddick Part 2

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 other
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 coffee or even disgusts you, then
this is the wrong site to be in. Please get out. Otherwise, eat your heart
out! ;-)
Oh, I noticed that there is no use of condoms in my stories. That's not
really bad, 'cause characters in written stories can't get sexually
transmitted diseases unless the writer (as in, moi!) wants them to. However
in the real world I would advise you people to always use condoms, okay?
I'm also trying to inject a lot of humor in my stories so that they will be
funny and fun to read as well as smutty. You can always inform me if that
actually works, or my attempts at humor are simply delaying the hornier
parts of the story.
Any comments, criticism and suggestions about the people used in the next
chapters are totally welcome! Just mail me at: Mitsaso_X@hotmail.com

Note: In the first part Andy's roommate was misnamed "Martin Fish" while his
name is actually "Mardy Fish". I guess it's not a big deal, since if Mardy
ever stumbled upon this story he probably wouldn't mind the fact that I got
his name wrong, but he'd rather focus on the being-presented-as-kinda-gay
thing. :P However, sorry Mardy, wherever you are! :-)

X-RODDICK
Part 2: In Athens, No one Can Here You Cum


Marat Safin couldn't believe the sight in front of his (really really
shocked) eyes. His long-time rival Andy Roddick was lying on his bed with
his ass on the air and some chick with a strap-on was ramming his ass for
all she was worth! Well, she wasn't slamming into him anymore, because they
suddenly were both aware of his presence in the room and had stopped,
focusing on him with panicking eyes instead.

Marat thought of something clever to say, but his shock was too fresh to let
him find something genuinely intricate and funny to say:

"Err, am-am I interrupting you guys? You seem rather busy", he said, as a
great blush started reddening his otherwise pale Russian skin.

"Do we look like we're busy?!?" the girl shot at him with apparent
irritation, toning each word of hers in irony. "No, thanks for asking. We
were just having a friendly chat, thank you very much."

"But...but...you have a dildo up his ass!" Marat said, indicating the
aforementioned ass.

"Oh my, now that still doesn't prevent us from having a friendly chat, now
does it?" the girl kept making fun of his stunned situation as she resumed
fucking that hot ass on Andy Roddick.

"Just--ugh--relax, man--ugh--Mandy's just--oh--teasing you--oh yeah!" Andy
tried to comfort him but his sentence kept being interrupted each time the
girl was shoving into him. That was when it hit him; the woman fucking the
shit out of Roddick was his celebrity girlfriend, Mandy Moore! Marat tried
to comment on that too but he decided not to, since that would provoke more
snide remarks form Mandy's side.

"So, do you intend to stand there, or you wanna join the fun?" Mandy said,
ignoring the fact that she sounded like a Fanta commercial. "Look, my ass is
ready and willing, why don't you stick any kind of Russian meat that you
might have available in there, huh?" Goosebumps run in Mandy's entire body
as she imagine what could happening the next few minutes. Not only Andy
Roddick, a big tennis stud himself, was getting his ass rammed by his
girlfriend, but he would also have to watch his girlfriend being fucked in
the ass by one of his greatest rivals, Marat Safin! Imagine the humiliating
possibilities! Mandy's inner dominatrix was making a happy dance deep inside
her mind!

"Err, no, thanks. I don't..."

"What? Are you shy or something? Come on!" she encouraged him by shaking her
ass left and right, causing her strap-on to touch new places inside Andy's
anal cavern, making him moan like a dying thing.

"No, no, that's not the problem...problem is..."

"What?" she asked. She was living her ultimate fantasy, no 'problems' were
supposed to occur!

"Well, since you already seem open-minded to such stuff it wouldn't hurt
telling you...I'd rather do the other ass available in this room right now."
the Russian giant said as he blushed a deeper shade of red.

Something in Mandy's pussy started tingling as she re-imagined the
Andy-Mandy-Marat sandwich she had thought of before, just without Mandy in
the middle this time.

Andy Roddick being fucked in the ass by his rival Marat Safin!!! That was so
much hotter that what she had though of before! Even the humiliation was
more straight-forward! As her pussy was suddenly flooding with juices, Mandy
shoved one last time in the hot blonde-haired ass in front of her and used
her nails to claw in Andy's right cheek a la "Basic Instinct". Andy didn't
realize that his ex was going wild because she was cumming and he started
yelling:

"Owwww! What was *that* for?!?"

Mandy slapped his with the same hand that had just marked his ass with four
faint red scratches. "Shut up you little cunt! Who told you to protest?
You're my bitch and your ass is mine, so I had every right to mark it as
mine!"

Andy looked back at the mattress sheepishly. "Oh, okay." But the truth was
that he liked being a little bitch, now with his own scratch-mark! Mandy's
orgasm kept going and as a climax she plunged her dildo even deeper in
Andy's seemingly bottomless hole.

"HELL YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME!" Andy screamed as he felt his first orgasm as a
cock-loving whore approach. Mandy shoved in a few last times and that caused
his cock to erupt into a stream of sperm, making a mess on the sheets and
Andy's tummy. His cum mixed with the hair that formed his treasure trail and
the creamy white liquid made a nice contrast to all that dark hair.

Mandy plunged her strap-on outside Andy's brutally fucked hole and turned
her attention back at the hunky Russian who was just standing there, looking
uncomfortable. "Come here. Make yourself comfortable. What were you supposed
to be doing here in the first place? These are the quarters of the American
athletes, you know."

"Oh, I know. I was passing right outside your building, on my way to the
restaurant, but then I heard some yelling and stuff and I was worried that
someone was being raped or something. So I got here and found out that the
bitch that had been yelling wasn't being raped at all, on the contrary, it
looks as she was the one doing the raping."

"Don't worry, our actions were absolutely consensual, really" Andy said with
a warm smile as he rubbed his marked asscheek. Marat smiled back at him, and
Andy instantly got horn again. He now wanted to take the next step and get
some real cock into his hole, one that would actually shoot sperm into it
and baptize it as a cum-dump.

"Okay, boys. Enough talking. All talk and no play, makes the cum flow away."

"That's not the way it is said" Andy interrupted. "The actual phrase is--"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Mandy said as she threw her disposed strap-on right on
his head. Andy shot her a puppy look as he rubbed on his bruised forehead.

"Don't you give me that look!" she kept yelling hysterically. "Look at the
mark on your ass, Andy--What does it say?? What does the mark on your ass
indicate??"

Andy bowed his head in shame. "It says I'm your bitch."

"Exactly! Now stop interrupting me and messing up my one-liners 'cause you
*don't* wanna know what I do to naughty bitches such as yourself!" she shook
her head in irritation, then spoke to Marat again:

"Why don't you fill his mouth with something before he says something that
will bring him into a more embarrassing position?"

"All right" Marat laconically said and bent over, lightly holding Andy's
chin, then lifted A-Rod's head upwards to give a passionate kiss in the
mouth. Their tongues got lost into each other's mouth as they explored their
oral cavities.

"I was thinking of something more cock-sucking and less romantic, but that
will also do" Mandy said as she sat on a chair to watch the action from a
comfier position.

Their kiss had began romantically, but now Marat was growing more aggressive
and he practically devoured Andy's cute puffy lips with his larger mouth,
and he sat on the bed as he pressed his body onto Andy's to force him to low
down. Soon Marat Safin was straddling Andy on the bed as they made out like
there was no tomorrow. Marat was running his fingers through Andy's messy
hair as the blonde little studmuffin took the chance to place his hands on
that gorgeous Russian globes of meat that were  also known as 'Marat Safin's
ass'. Finding that the light fabric of Marat's tennis shorts wasn't making a
big difference on feeling the asscheeks beneath it, Andy squeezed the butt
in his hands with a vengeance and massaged it with large circular motions.
He pulled that butt downwards and felt the growing bulge into those shorts
pressing his naked crotch. Ohh! There was some serious Russian treasure
inside these lowly shorts!

Marat moaned, and at the same time Mandy also moaned, finding the whole
sight too much to handle. She was barely able to not wander her hands
downwards and start masturbating. And the funny thing was that Marat wasn't
even naked yet!

As if he had read his ex's thoughts, Andy slowly put his hands inside the
shorts and felt the smooth skin of Marat's ass, feeling almost electrified
by the touch. He began to knead them but the cloth above his hands was now
being something of a disturbance. Looking into his eyes, Marat understood
what the next move should be.

Safin sat on the edge of the bed and started playing with his waistband.
Andy followed by, placing his head at Marat's crotch level like an eager
puppy.
Marat abruptly pulled his waistband down and a rock-hard eight-incher lashed
out and slapped Andy's face, leaving a trail of precum over his cheeks.

"Ohhh goody goody!" Andy yelped happily as he grabbed the fat Russian prick
in front of his eyes. But the truth is that he didn't really know how to
suck cock, so he just held the prick and looked at Marat's eyes with
confused puppy eyes.

"Uh.... how am I supposed to do that, again?" he said, really willing to
learn how to do it right.

"Mister! Mister! Can I show him?!?" Mandy raised her hand, giggling like a
schoolgirl. She knew that the thing would be a lot hotter if she didn't
intervene, but that cock of Marat's looked really intriguing, she wondered
what it would be like to suck it herself!

"Thanks, but no, thanks. You probably misunderstood the whole 'gay' thing."
was his response. The truth is that Marat just wanted to get back at her for
her previous ironic comments. "I can show him how to do it by myself."

"What! You gonna suck your own cock!?!" Mandy had never seen such a thing
again. Now THAT should be intriguing!

"Well, duh, no! I can't suck myself! I'm a tennis player, for god's sake,
not a gymnast! I meant I could give him my fingers to practice on first,
then he can try sucking on the real thing!"

"Uh, okay", she responded, but also made a mental note to get to meet some
gymnasts in the very next days.

Marat caringly placed his middle finger on Andy's succulent lips, and the
little stud wrapped his lips around it in an instance!

"Remember, no teeth!" Marat said as he wished he had a cock where his
fingers are...no, actually that would be weird.

Andy wasn't exactly sucking like a pro, but he was pretty good, to be
truthful he was incredibly good for a beginner. "That's easy. Now I know why
all these big-titties in straight porn are so eager to do that!" he mumbled
around Marat's fat digit.

The Russian hunk pulled his finger from Andy's mouth and rested it along the
length of his hard cock. "You still get to suck on my finger..." he winked
to Andy.

Andy opened his mouth wide and took both cock and finger into his mouth. He
wrapped his lips somewhere at the middle of the cock's length and began
sucking back and forth, making sure he was applying a lot of saliva to keep
it slicked. Soon the extra finger was being in the way of the other things
he wanted to do with that beautiful cock so he pushed it away. Marat
inserted his own finger in his mouth to feel the combined taste of Andy's
spit and his own precum.

"Don't suck on your own finger! Put in somewhere more worth it instead!"
Mandy grunted from her seat as she furiously masturbated.

Marat took it as a great advice and reached with his huge athlete arm to
insert the very same middle finger in Andy's previously well-fucked asshole.
In the meanwhile, A-Rod had took the nice Russian cock out of his mouth and
was licking the big hairy balls that demanded attention underneath. He felt
Marat reaching over for his asshole and pushed his torso forward, making him
lie on his back on the mattress, then resumed to sucking his cock as he
stroked the big testicles beneath it.

Marat just comfortably placed his palms on the back of his head and enjoyed
the blowjob this cocksucker-wannabe was providing him. He closed his eyes
and relished on the thought that the guy that has won over him so many times
in the court, the cause of so many of his professional frustrations was now
servicing his cock, bobbing his blonde head up and down at his crotch. Marat
lightly placed his right hand on Andy's hair and stroked his dirty blonde
locks, showing him how much he appreciated this service.

Andy grunted with content around the Russian slab of meat he was treating
himself to. He spat it out and grabbed it, jerking it furiously as he teased
the cockhead with the tip of his tongue.

"No, Andy...ugh! Please stop whacking me off!" Marat spat out as he felt
close to cumming.

"Why? You're afraid I'll get a tennis elbow?" Andy said, smiling right above
Marat swollen cock.

"A-ahahaha!!! That's hilarious! You got it? 'Tennis' elbow??" Mandy started
giggling as her hand kept grinding on her clit and pussy.

Marat also smiled, but that wouldn't solve his 'problem'. "You're going to
make cum if you keep stroking me like this. I thought it would be so much
better if I came in your ass."

"Ohh, now *that's* a proposition that sounds promising!" Mandy interrupted
again.

"Oh, shut up! You're not the boss of us and you won't make all the decisions
about the fucking in here!" Marat shot at her with an evil look, just as
Andy stopped stroking his eight-incher.

"But...but I'm the one responsible for this get-together!" Mandy complained
with a pretentious sad look.

They would have continued their argument, but it seemed that Andy had
already decided for himself. He had already hopped on the bed and lied on
all fours, ready to be taken doggie-style. He even reached around with one
hand and slapped his own ass, inviting Marat to baptize his rectum with
fresh, hot Russian cum.

"I can't believe I let go of such a willing, cock-hungry slut!" Mandy
mumbled to herself in awe.

Marat wasn't willing to wait for long; he climbed on top of Andy's
well-lubed ass and teasingly poked his bunghole with the tip of his fat
prick. Mandy had done exquisite work on that ass with her 6-inch star-on
previously and taking all eight inches of real cock wouldn't be that hard
for Andy...after all, it was stretched out to accommodate more than six
inches, considering the force with which Mandy had been slamming into him
earlier, when he walked into them.

Andy's head turned around and looked straight at Marat's eyes in a sexual
haze:
"Fuck me. Ram that babymaker in my ass and carve a pussy out of it. Make me
scream and beg for more. Make me your bitch. I want to--OOOWW DEAR GOD!!!"
he screamed as Marat plunged half of his cock into Andy's hot tunnel with no
warning. "That's the spirit!" He added as soon as he got his breath back.

Marat squeezed both of Andy's asscheeks with his hands as he slowly inserted
the rest of his cock down that warm, welcoming tunnel. In the end he could
feel his dark, thick pubes scraping Andy's tender buttcheeks.

Mandy was so horny right now that she forgot to resume masturbating.

Marat started to pull out slowly and felt Andy's anal walls clinging to his
cock, grabbing it like they wanted to come out of that ass with it. Then,
just as his cockhead had almost reached the ring of Andy's ass, he rammed in
with only one stroke! But Andy, instead of biting into his pillow or
something, just commented with a mock-snobbish expression:

"Is that the harder you can do? Faster, if you please!"

He answered back by slapping the perfect bubble butt in front of him, making
sure his palm was open so that it would leave a larger mark. Andy yelped
with slutty obedience as his ass started flushing. Marat slapped his ass
once more and then rammed again into it, but harder this time.

"That was nice. If only you could repeat it, like, two hundred times so that
we could both cum..." Andy's comment was interrupted by yet another slap in
the ass.

"Who said you could talk?" Marat asked with a smirk. Then he stroked the
nail marks that Mandy made on Andy's ass earlier, and slapped him once more.
Marat leaned his head next to Andy's and licked his ear as he started
pummeling into his hot, sweaty asshole with forceful, repetitive strokes.

Andy clenched his teeth, as he thought that the Russian invasion taking
place at his ass was going to rip him in two parts. The truth was that he
secretly loved taking that big cock into the unexplored depths of his
bowels. He loved being torn between pleasure and pain, but he tried to
remain calm and not express it too much because he didn't want to be thought
of a cock-loving slut. The fact that he actually was such a thing was a tiny
little detail right now. His mind wandered to some really frightening
thought, however. It was less than an hour ago when he inserted a tiny
little unimportant finger into his asshole for the first time, and now he
rapidly had upgraded to taking a whole 8-inch cock into that same anal
cavity. Maybe that little finger had somehow provoked the gods of fate to
unleash some gay curse on him? Because going from a little finger to a full
hot cock in an hour was pretty fast.

His trail of thoughts went to limbo as soon as he heard the door of his room
re-opening and someone new walking in. Oh Hell, does the word "knock" mean
anything to any of those people!?!?

A really cute guy with the trademark shirt of the Olympic Games' volunteers
walked in and almost had a heart attack at what he saw. He tried to mumble
something as he started walking back out, but he miscalculated and bumped
his back on the doorframe. Mandy started laughing.

"Hey, Andy, this is the guy who was guarding the entrance and let me in!
Remember me telling you about him?"

"Hey, ummm, I'm sorry Mr. Roddick, I found the door open and thought I could
walk in without asking first, I'm terribly sorry..." the cute guy said as he
turned his back and tried to excuse himself from there. Marat just laughed
the situation off and kept power-fucking the hot little ass he already had
access to. Knowing Mandy, the newcomer was soon going to join in the
developing orgy, but there was *no way* any newcomer could claim Andy
Roddick's luscious bunghole before he was finished with it! As he thought of
that he possessively put his arms around the white ass he was banging, kinda
marking his territory.

And indeed, Mandy hadn't said her last words in the matter yet. "Where do
you think you're going?" She yelled (as gently as she could) to the cute
guy. "Do you remotely remember what you were doing here in the first place?"

The guy stopped dead on his tracks and turned around to face her with shame.
"Yes...you told me to come by in 30 or 40 minutes after you first talked to
me."

"Exactly. So that you could get that autograph I promised you from Andy.
Unfortunately I had calculated that I would have been done with him in half
an hour and that's why I told you to come by now so soon. But as you can see
someone else joined the fun and the thing's duration went way past the
initial thirty minutes. That's why you caught us red-handed." she grinned.

"W-well, it's okay, really. I'll just go away now and let you have your fun,
and it's okay, I can live without Mr.Roddick's autograph. Thanks." he
responded and moved to face the door again.

"But you wanted that autograph soooo much! You're Andy's biggest fan!! You
told me so!" Mandy argued.

"Really?" Andy smiled between two hard thrusts of Marat. "What's your name?"
he asked, forgetting about being embarrassed that his greatest fan caught
him taking it up the ass.

"Mike." the cute guy said instinctively, still shocked that his idol was
talking to him, never mind that he was taking some serious cock up the ass.
With his girlfriend's participation, nevertheless!

"But you're Greek. Mike isn't a Greek name."

"Yeah, but my name is the Greek equivalent for Michael, so my friends call
me Mike anyway." he kinda smiled, warming up to the whole situation. The
cute guy was really cute. He seemed the intellectual kind of guy, with
short, jet black hair and a small goatee. He also had a pair of glasses on
who suited him surprisingly well and made him look hotter. But his greatest
asset was his big honey-colored eyes. Mandy (and probably Andy as well) felt
like she wanted to pick him up and give him a nice home. Except that he
wasn't a puppy.

"So, Mike, we still owe you that autograph. Without your help, this little
fiesta on that bed wouldn't be happening now." Mandy said with a smirk.

"But--but-"

"But what?!? Andy is taking it up the ass? So what? You're not bothering us,
you know! And the fact that he's getting filled with cock doesn't mean mean
that he can't give you an autograph while being fucked! Just get there and
get him to sign it, now that he's still on all fours and can actually see
what he's putting his signature on." she proposed with an evil smile.

"Yeah, c'mon, just get me pen and paper cause I can't reach for myself any
of those right now!" said Andy, trying to encourage the guy.

"Uh..okay..." Mike agreed as he started blushing like his pants were on
fire.
He walked over to the side of the bed and placed a magazine with Andy's
picture on it. Then he let a pen on the magazine, expecting Andy to reach it
for himself and put his signature on the picture.

Andy reached the pen and tried to sign on the magazine, but Marat's hard and
quick shoves were making his hand unsteady (just like the rest of his body)
and his signature came off looking like something a 2-year old child would
write.

"Dammit Marat!" Andy yelled at the hot Russian babe that was drilling his
ass, "how will I give this guy his autograph if you keep going at me like
that?

Mike then realized who the guy on top of Roddick's ass was. "Oh my god!
Hello Mr.Safin."

"Nice to meet you." Marat responded nicely as he took his right hand of
Andy's right asscheek and shook hands with Mike. Mike made a mental note not
to touch anything with the hand with which he shook Marat with. At least
until he got it washed.

"Marat, I'm talking here! Could you stop fucking me for a second? I need to
sign this guy's autograph! Your hammering makes me get my signature all
trembly!" Andy intervened with a raised eyebrow as he rotated his head to
face the stud on top of him.

"Eeer, let me think. No."

"MARAT!! You're being unreasonable here!"

"Your ass is too hot to allow me to pause my fucking. The boy can have his
autograph when I finish." Marat said with a cheeky grin.

"Uhm, I suppose I could wait outside..." Mike tried to make things easier,
but Andy interrupted him by asking Marat:

"Well, is this going to take long? The man needs to resume his job, you
know!"

"I jerked off right before coming here. So yes, it's going to take
reaaaaaally loooong" teased Marat. "You don't need to wait outside, man!
Andy is a quite capable cocksucker, he can keep you busy until I get done
with his ass."

Mike gawked his eyes and staggered backwards. "Uhm, no, thanks...you
know..." he blabbered. "The thing is...I'm not into guys".

"Well, you're not the only one. Andy here didn't use to be *into* guys until
today, but look at him now, there's certainly a guy *into* him! Hahahaaa!
Get it? *Into* him!!!" Mandy started laughing like a hyena thinking of the
crack she just made. She walked over to the bed and high-fived with Marat,
who would be rolling on the floor right now if it wasn't for the hot little
ass he just couldn't abandon.

"Maybe we should get her and fuck *her* ass. All three of us. At the same
time!" Andy commented, pissed off at having Mandy cracking jokes at him all
the time. Wasn't she supposed to get off queer guys, anyway?

"You're not supposed to propose things. You're just the little bitch who's
gonna take us all up his ass!" said Marat, plunging his fat cock deeper and
harder than ever into Andy's well-fucked ass, just to make sure who the boss
was in there after all. "So, come on Mike, show us what you got! I'm pretty
sure these pants of yours are hiding  a big Greek salami inside" he said,
turning his attention to the cute local guy, whose cheeks were flushing
deeper and deeper by the minute.

"Yeah, so what if it's guy? A mouth is always a mouth!" Mandy added. She
would like to use this guy's 'straightness' in order to get her own hands on
him, but getting Andy power-fucked at both ends seemed more important to her
right now. Not to mention that she would get to see another 'straight' guy
being corrupted and initiated into gay sex.

"Well, since it's going to take so long..." Mike said and began unfastening
his belt. That was pretty easy for a perfectly straight, non-gay-friendly
guy. He stopped. "Maybe I should have a drink first." he said.

"Right away!" Mandy said happily, reaching for her purse that was
conveniently placed right next to the door. She began digging into it and
eventually fished out a flask of some alcohol beverage. Or at least that was
what everyone else thought. When Mandy decided to get in there and seduce
Andy into offering her his virgin ass, she was unsure of Andy's initial
comprehensiveness, so she made sure that she brought this little flask with
her. It contained a special mix of different drinks like vodka and rum, not
in any way drugged, but specifically brought together in order to form an
extra intoxicating mix. When Andy had agreed to let her fuck him in the ass,
Mandy was internally dissatisfied that Andy turned out so slutty. Now she
would get another chance to use her special drink and "help" a
self-proclaimed straight man with his descent into Gayland.

Mike gulped down half the flask as soon as Mandy handed the thing to him.
"Bottom's up!!" Both Andy and Marat cheered from their fucking position.

The drink would probably need a few minutes to warm Mike up for what was
coming next, so as he started unfastening his belt again Mandy jumped up
attempting to slow down the process of stripping for him.

"No, let *me* do that for you", Mandy said, wanting to participate even at
such a small level. If a woman got to undress him, Mike surely wasn't going
to flinch, now that he still had a few moments of stiff straightness. She
ran behind him and put her hands on his waist from behind, grabbing his
shirt and pulling it upwards. His jeans were low-cut and the first thing to
be revealed was his navel and the beginnings of Mike's dark pubic hair who
was continuing under his sky blue jeans. As the shirt kept going up, Marat
and Andy were treated to a dark, thick and perfectly straight treasure trail
who was slowly leading up to Mike's well-toned pecs, entirely covered by a
light coat of short black hair, who were only leaving a small circle of
spotless skin around his incredibly pink nipples.

Andy almost forgot the severe pounding his shitchute was getting as he
stared at that chest, which had the ideal amount of hair. Mike's two pecs
was covered in hair all over, but the amount of hair wasn't so much that he
could pass as a "bear", and it had the same thickness all over. Andy felt
like he wanted to bury his face between those pecs and lick his way to each
hard and waiting pinkish nipple, but as Mike got his hands up in the air to
allow his shirt to come off entirely, his newly-revealed armpits drew his
attention. The dark, perfect line running from Mike's armpits to the
underside of his pec made Andy almost
shudder with horniness.

"Ohhh gimme some of dat!" Marat teased as he whistled towards the general
direction of Mike and Mandy.

"Here you are" Mandy tossed Mike's shirt right at Marat, who got blind for a
bit as the shirt covered his face and he couldn't take it off cause his
hands were occupied squeezing the blonde ass he was currently drilling.
"That's not what I meant!" He yelled to nobody in particular, but kept
blindly fucking Andy's sweet ass anyway.

Mandy was providing a show for Andy, as she was still behind Mike and she
brought her hands forward to stroke his shoulders and then his pecs. She
massaged Mike's chest as the light hair tickled her fingers and then she
grabbed both his nipples at the same time and tweaked them. Mike mumbled
something like "ooh yeahh", which she took as an allowance for her to start
nibbling at the back of his neck. Her palms traveled lower, making sure that
they stroked everything on their way until the previously unfastened belt,
and the now-exposed buttons of his jeans.

Andy purred and licked his lips when Mandy unbuttoned all of Mike's buttons
at once (reminding himself to later ask her where did she learn that trick,
why hadn't she even demonstrated it at him before and if she could teach it
to him too) and revealed that Mike was going commando. A nice and big floppy
dick sprang out and both Mandy and Andy reached for it, eager to grab it and
do nasty, despicable things with it. In the end, Andy slapped Mandy's sneaky
hand away from the dick he so rightfully deserved. After all, it was *his*
first time with a man, so he deserved to have this night developing his way.

Mike's incredibly large dick was quite a handful for Andy's fist, even
though it was only half-mast yet. Andy pulled Mike from the dick and brought
him closer, forcing him to kneel on the bed right in front of him and
bringing that tasty-looking uncut monster in the range of his unforgiving
tongue. He pulled the foreskin back and exposed a pink, oozing cockhead.

Mike was now breathing heavily. Andy Roddick, his tennis idol, was breathing
hot air on his exposed cock and the ironic thing was that he wasn't even
lusting about this handsome tennis star up to now! Mandy Moore's hands
cupping his pecs and caressing his back made the whole experience even
weirder... Getting hotter by the minute, Mike's cheeks flushed a faint shade
of red and he decided to go with the flow and let things just happen.

When Mandy saw that Mike was enjoying Andy's caresses, she congratulated
herself for her resourcefulness. Her special mixture seemed to be easing
Mike up and make him ready for everything. Or maybe it wasn't the drink that
was doing all that??

"Who fucking cares!" she thought as she helped herself to Mike's nice and
round asscheeks, which she cupped with both palms. Mike gasped, because at
the exact same moment Andy was going down on his cock with enthusiasm. The
warmness and wetness that suddenly enveloped his babymaker were
unbelievable...

Marat almost came right then and there feeling the ring of Andy's ass twitch
on his cock. It seemed that Andy was totally getting off at having a cock in
his mouth and another one in his ass at the same time. That Mike guy was
also damn hot! Maybe he should save some of his cock for that guy
too...screw his supposed straightness!

As Andy slurped on Mike's massive cock, he considered that his first cock
was Russian and his second one Greek. Multi-ethnicity was a good thing, but
he was realizing that he hadn't gulped an American cock yet and that was an
affront to his country. should have probably tasted his homeland's cock
before going off to offer his ass and mouth to foreigners. So he made a note
to himself to get an American cock as soon as possible.

Suddenly he felt Mike's homemade salami growing to its full length into his
hot mouth.  He spat Mike's cock out and seized it with his hand. Yeah.
Should be ten inches, more or less. "That is a mighty fine boner there, you
fucking piece of hunk." he whispered sultrily to Mike who watched him from
above, as he fisted the whole slippery length of Greek cock he had in his
hands. He started licking the underside of the cock and then got down to
Mike's hairy balls, which he only lapped for a second before Mike grabbed
his pointy blondish hair and forced him to gulp down most of his
precum-oozing monster.

Mandy herself was suavely caressing Mike's butt with one hand and then
sneakily ran a finger at the whole length of his sweaty, hairy crack, in
order to test his current eagerness. Mike didn't flinch or react at all,
since he was more focused at fucking Andy's skull as deep as he could. She
was ready to poke a finger at Mike's straight, pure and virgin asshole, but
then a new voice interrupted her.

"For God's sake!! I'm trying to sleep you fucking horndogs! Not everyone is
at that stupid Opening Ceremony you know, some of us actually have to
compete tomorrow morning and therefore wake up when everybody else will be
going to sleep!"

The ongoing ranting was abruptly stopped as soon as the person mouthing it
reached the (yes, still open) door and walked in. Michael Phelps walked in
and just stood at the door to take in the sight in front of him. His hair
betrayed that he had been sleeping, not to mention that he only wore his
boxer briefs and the swelling in his pouch seemed to reveal a morning (or
nocturnal, to be more accurate) boner.

Marat remembered reading somewhere that most swimmers wouldn't attend the
ceremony because they would have to wake up early in the morning and begin
their preliminary races or something.

"Yay!! American cock!" Andy said, but the cock filling every inch of his
mouth made it sound like something intelligible. Mike ignored Phelps. Pfft!
Just another celebrity that was conveniently going to join them, big deal.
He had gotten used to it.

Mandy was pissed off. "What the fuck?!? This whole thing is just like that
scene from 'There's Something About Mary', where, like, a million people,
one by one, walked into that bathroom to see Ben Stiller's little
"accident"...only in this case in a gay dreamland version."

"What is she talking about?" Mike asked Andy and Marat who were in his
sight, as he kept slamming his cock into Roddick's welcoming throat.

"Dunno" a sound escaped from Andy's cock-stuffed lips. He was getting both
his ass and mouth fucked. Did he also have to answer all the stupid
questions in this damn place!?!?

Michael Phelps put his hands on each side of his waist and broke the
relative silence.

"Won't you invite me in? Now that the damage is done and I got woken up, I
might as well get  rid of that boner in here" he said tugging on the very
intriguing bulge inside his boxers. "It will surely give me a sweeter sleep
afterwards."

Andy, Mandy, Marat and Mike all looked into each others eyes and smiled.
Then they all turned their heads to look at Michael and fluttered their eyes
at him in unison.

"Cum and get it, sexy." Mandy said.

Phelps walked in and started playing with the waistband of his briefs.



TO BE CONTINUED...!!!


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(Author's Note:) Mike (the autograph guy) is not a self-insertion of myself
in this story, in case you wondered.  I'm not Mike. I don't look like Mike.
Mike is simply a symbol for every single fan (or groupie :P) of Andy's who
would really like to get his hands on Andy. So, okay, Mike is straight in
this story, but I made him so because I wanted Mandy to crack that "into
guys" joke! And Andy should also get screwed with non-celebs, right? Not to
mention how hot it can be when Andy gets fucked by unimportant people who
barely know him! I based Mike's appearance on a guy I know and would really
like to get my hands on! :-) :-)


P.S: I hope my story made you cum. Many times.
Well, unless you were reading this at work. In that case, I'm terribly sorry
:P :P