Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has no knowledge of Andy Roddick's sexuality, nor that of any other celebrity mentioned here, and has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!
THE CHRONICLES OF RODDICK, Part 7
by Backlash29
"Andre... ooh, Andre..."
Andy's moans were muffled by the fact that his face was pressed awkwardly into the mattress of Andre Agassi's massive hotel bed.
Less than four hours earlier, the two had faced off at a pavilion in downtown Cincinnati, competing for the Cincinnati Masters, a key prize in professional tennis. Andy's game was affected by the gang-bang he'd received shortly before the match began, when several local black street thugs he met outside his hotel came up to his room and fed him cock at both ends. Andy knew he should have been focused on the imminent match with Andre, but his lust for black cock and his cunt's appetite for big wet cumloads got the better of him, so he was fucked constantly for three hours until he had to pull his tennis clothes on and run out of the hotel to catch his limo, fresh cum seeping out his hole the entire way.
He played the match that way, his loins and shorts soaked with the fresh loads he had received from the thugs, and while he tried to stay on top of his game, the distraction of all that great dick proved too much, and he lost the set to his rival, Andre. As they shook hands before leaving the court, he detected from Andre's lurid sneer that he expected an even greater prize than the quarter million dollars the match awarded: He expected Andy to give up his ass for him, back at his hotel.
Swallowing his pride (and what remained of the cum loads he'd taken orally before the match), Andy dutifully arrived at Andre's dressing room and wordlessly they got into Andre's limo together. He sucked off the handsome older player in the limo's back seat, taking one goopy load in his mouth before they even arrived. Andre's crotch smelled sweaty, and his uncut cock tasted great. On the king-sized bed in Andre's massive top-floor suite, Andy obediently got on all fours, naked, and served up his hole for Andre to take.
Still pre-lubed generously from the thug's dozens of loads, his ass accepted Andre readily and over the next few hours took five more victory loads of jizz from the reigning champ of tennis. Andre was hung big and fat, over ten inches long by seven inches around, and Andy loved every second of it. Still, losing the match to Andre made him weary and regretful, and a short while into the steady fuck, Andy found himself crying. This just spurred Andre to fuck the slut harder, knowing that he was a pathetic little cry-baby cunt-boy who wasn't good for anything but taking his thick bone over and over up his juicy, tender young pussy hole.
Leaving Andre's hotel, Andy sat sprawled in the back seat of his own limo, demoralized and completely spent. His eyes ached from crying, which he'd done for over two hours, both from self-pity and from the sheer wonder and intensity of incessantly taking Andre's giant bone and multiple loads deep inside his hole.
He felt miserable. The reality of losing the match was setting in. There would be hell to pay, both in the media and in his own inner circle of coaches and investors. He didn't want to deal with it, but he knew it was waiting for him, as soon as he arrived at his own hotel. What to do, what to do?
To try and relax, he lowered the black track pants that clung to his slim hips and sexy lower frame. (They were the only clothes he had on, except for a cum-soaked T-shirt, which Andre had used to clean his first few loads off Andy's leaking butt and then gag the slutty bitch with as he delivered loads 3, 4 and 5.) Raising his legs and reaching down, Andy dug into his oozing cum-trench and got his hand wet with the jism that flowed from the hole, bringing it to his face for a snack, as he continued pondering his situation. The back of the limo gave him ample space to touch himself and feed himself the loads from his own hot young cummy ass. Over and over, he slurped the cum off his fingers and then reached back down for more. He loved eating cum from his own ass. It helped him think. Andy thought the sticky sauce was especially delicious today, knowing it was pumped out of his rival's plump, smelly uncut Greek cock...
Hm... Greek cock. In a few short days, Andy was scheduled to go to Athens. His first competition in the 2004 Olympics was on Day 4...but why not arrive early for some fun?
Grabbing his cell phone, he called his manager. "I'm going straight to the airport," he announced. "Pack my stuff at the hotel and meet me in my suite at the Olympic Village in two days."
Arriving in Athens, a few days before the games were to begin, Andy was filled with the urge to suck cock. Not just any cock, but as much of the local uncut Greek cock as he could. Being fed steaming loads at both ends from Andre's giant tool had put a hunger in him that was yet unquenched.
He started with the limo driver who met him at the Athens airport, this one a handsome middle-aged man who spoke little English and probably had no idea about Andy's proclivities, but who soon enough figured them out when Andy motioned for the man to join him in the back of the limo instead of taking his place in the front. Andy opened the man's pants and was rewarded with another ten-inch Greek boner, albeit not quite as thick as Andre's had been. He blew the man until his shot his wad down Andy's gullet, soothing the randy tennis pup's pent-up need to taste Greek cum.
Then the driver called some friends, and there was a long detour on the way to the Olympic Village. By the time Andy finally checked into his suite, it was nearly midnight (ten hours after his plane landed) and he had sucked more than fifty local cocks, and had multiple Greek loads leaking from his ass. He took them from the driver's friends, from friends of those friends, from the strapping hot young sons of those friends, and finally from the anonymous patrons of a 24-hour sex club in the Plaka, whose supply of swarthy young men with beautiful looks and gigantic cocks got even better when Andy began handing out American hundred dollar bills.
Based on the success of that first day's airport ride, Andy knew he had made the right decision to arrive early. He was also pleased to find that all this sex was assuaging his hurtful memory of losing the match in Cincinnati. Without the catharsis he'd felt from that deep, hard grudge-fuck he took from Andre, he might never had opened his mind to this new, latest flavor of cock for his hungry holes.
The power of the almighty dick can indeed move in mysterious ways...
Finally back at the Olympic Village, Andy rested for a while, then woke at around 2am to the sound of a pounding at his door. Groggy and jet-lagged, he went to the door and opened it, but no one was outside. Then he realized that the banging sound was coming from the wall of his bedroom, not the door. Curious, he walked down the hall to the next apartment and, finding it open, let himself inside.
The apartment was a mirror image of his own. The whole wing was reserved for tennis players. So, when Andy pushed open the bedroom door where the mysterious sounds were coming from, he was only slightly surprised to see his good friend Mardy Fish on all fours on the bed, getting his ass pounded so hard that it was knocking his head into the headboard. The room was dim, and Andy didn't at first notice who was doing the fucking, but he managed a weary smile at the sight of his buddy's eagerness to be slam-fucked.
"Don't bump your head too hard, Fish," Andy snickered. Even though he was only half-awake, his dick stirred in his boxers at the sight of his svelte, sexy friend taking cock on the bed.
Mardy turned his head and, recognizing Andy, gave a breathless smile. His top turned and smiled, too, and Andy noticed who it was: Josh Hartnett!
"Jeepers," Andy said. "Hi, Josh. What the hell are you doing here?"
"What does it look like?" Josh said good-naturedly. "Fucking Mardy's sweet ass!"
"I met him downstairs in the lounge," Mardy explained between grunts of pleasure. "He's here to scope out hot athletes he wants to fuck. I told him to stop by anytime, and he followed me right into the elevator..."
In the Athens moonlight that filtered through the hotel blinds, Josh's limber body shone like a dream. He wore a white dress shirt that hung open around his tan, sexy midsection; his slacks were lowered to his ankles, his black bikini briefs to mid-thigh. He knelt behind Mardy on the huge mattress, and the shirt hiked up his back just enough to show his solid glute muscles as they flexed and pocked with each deep stroke he made into the tennis star's cute, pint-sized ass. Mardy's boy-cunt took Josh's pole like a pro, and Josh did his best to pound it as hard and as deep as the young man could take it.
Andy stood by, watching the scene and pulling on his own hard cock inside his boxers, until finally Mardy let loose a familiar scream, indicating that Josh's rich, creamy load was escaping high up inside his superstar butt. Andy himself had never sampled that load, but he knew he wanted to try it now.
Mardy collapsed forward on the bed, fatigued from the intense fuck Josh had delivered. Josh pulled out his dripping nine inches, still rock hard. Andy saw it and swooned. It was exactly the kind of cock you'd want Josh Hartnett to fuck you with: dark, plump, long, ragingly hard, and covered in sticky goo from the last load he shot into some lucky boy's asshole. "You got more rounds in that thing?" Andy asked.
"For you? Hell, yes," Josh replied, flashing his charming grin. "I bet you've got a really sweet boy pussy."
"That's what they tell me," Andy said, climbing onto the bed next to Mardy and bending over in the same position his fellow tennis pro had just assumed. "Stick it in there and find out."
Josh obeyed, and soon Andy was filled with the cock of one of his favorite movie stars. The big dick slid right in, fully hard, as if it the orgasm it had just spent inside Mardy's hole had never even happened.
"Holy shit," Josh said. "Your ass is all sticky inside, man. Did you just take some loads?"
Andy laughed. "Dude, I've got like forty loads in there right now, at least," he told him. "You have no idea how slutty I am..." He traded a knowing smile with Mardy, who was still catching his breath.
Josh whistled in surprise. "Jesus, I guess you are a slut," he said, working his cock around inside Andy's mushy hole. "All that cum really feels good on my dick. I'm just going to stir it around for a minute."
"Take your time," Andy said. "We've got all night. I'm pretty tired, but if I fall asleep, just keep fucking me."
"Really?" Josh said. "'Cos I can probably go all night. Do you really let guys keep on fucking you after you go to sleep?"
"Yeah man, I do it all the time. When I'm on tour, I just leave my hotel room door open, and in the morning I don't even know who's been there, I just find all the cum in my ass."
"Swee-ee-et..." Josh sighed, and he began pumping steadily in and out. Andy relaxed and sighed as well.
Sure enough, after only fifteen minutes or so of taking Josh's cock up his ass (and loving every second), Andy drifted into a light sleep, only to awake some time later to find himself rolled over onto his back, Josh hovering above him, the boy-stud's cock still charging in and out of his pussy-hole at a steady rhythm.
Andy asked groggily, "What time izzit?"
Josh, now completely naked and sweating profusely, glanced quickly over his shoulder at the bedside clock, not wanting to break his concentration. "A little after four," he said. "I gave you two loads on your knees, and now I'm gonna breed your hole this way until morning. Your pussy is just too sweet not to use like this. And I love feeling all that cum already in ya. I oughta be good for three more big loads at least."
Josh swallowed hard, obviously fatigued from the energetic fucking he was giving his new young friend. "Jesus Christ, I had no idea what a sexy little cum-dump whore you were, Andy," he added. "Your hole just feels fuckin' fantastic. As soon as I was inside you I knew I wanted to fuck you all night!"
Andy closed his eyes again and smiled. "Yeah, do it, Josh," he moaned softly before falling back asleep.
Opening Ceremonies - Day 1
Andy slept in the next day, almost until noon, except for a sweet interlude that happened at around 7:30, just as Josh was getting ready to leave. Josh, fully dressed and ready to head out the door, gently shook him awake. Andy's eyes fluttered open to find Josh's handsome face mere inched from his own.
"Hey, ya big slut," Josh whispered with a smile. "I'm all done. Thanks for giving me that hot ass."
Andy blinked a moment, then stretched happily. "Anytime," he said. "How much did you give me?"
Josh stopped to count. "Let's see...six loads. Plus, Mardy woke up for part of it, so he gave you a load as well." He gestured toward Mardy's snoring frame, stretched on the sofa of the adjoining sitting room.
Andy squirmed a little on the bed, savoring all the cum that sloshed around inside his loins. "Mmmm, it feels good," he said. "You sure you don't want to fuck it some more?"
"Nah, I got a busy day planned. Plus, I'm going to be late for a breakfast appointment with my agent. I'm pretty hungry from all that exertion, you know!"
"Oh...?" Andy purred, in a teasing voice, and he slowly lifted his legs from where Josh had lovingly tucked them under the bedclothes as he slept. Andy's muscular lower body raised itself to the position it had been in for most of the night, his ankles above his head, his juicy well-fucked asshole exposed. "Forget your agent, dude. He can wait...that's what you're paying him for. Why don't you snack on this, loverboy?"
Josh already had all of his clothes on and his overnight bag slung over his shoulder. After a moment's hesitation, however, he dropped the bag to the floor and leaned onto the bed, accepting Andy's offer.
"I guess a quick appetizer won't hurt..." he said.
And with that, he pressed his face into the gooey snatch hole between Andy's sexy legs, dredging out cum with his tongue and eagerly swallowing it down. It tasted so good, he was instantly intoxicated by it, and he pressed deeper, grunting with each push into Andy's cum fountain. The loads were endless, pouring out of the hot young tennis star fuck-toy like an endless river or delicious cream.
When he stood again, some ten minutes later, Josh appeared slightly rumpled, and Andy snickered to see that he had drooled some of the fresh cum onto his white dress shirt. "There's a washcloth in the bathroom," he told his friend, and Josh disappeared to go use it.
Then, finally, Josh went on his way, and Andy fell back asleep once again, rising several hours later, returning to his own apartment, showering, and then heading out to enjoy the city, using what few sunny hours were left of his leisurely day. With the help of a ball cap and a baggy sweatshirt, he managed to be incognito for the most part. For sex, he cruised a few handsome Greek boys in the Plaka and followed them to a shaded alley, where he dropped his track pants and took loads from both of their uncut dicks.
Then, at around 6 o'clock, he ventured north, toward the Olympic stadium complex, and found his private box seat for the opening ceremonies. It had a lock on the door, and a perfect view of the festivities.
"Man, some of those dancers are cute," Andy observed. As he watched from his private booth, his pants at his ankles, he gently rode up and down on the 11-inch cock belonging to the Greek security guard that was specifically assigned for Andy's protection. The two of them were alone in the booth, with the door locked. The guard was in his mid-thirties, very handsome, and said very little, simply smoking cigarettes and holding Andy's sexy waist as the American wonderboy took a leisurely ride on his gigantic Greek tool.
"I can introduce you, if you want," the guard offered, in thickly accented English, as he pushed his huge pole deeper up into Andy's cavern.
"Oh man, can you do that? That would be so great," Andy enthused, riding happily and faster, until he took the second load of the evening from this delicious foreign cop stud.
The guard groaned. "No problem..." He pulled his cock out of Andy's asshole. Andy dutifully got up, knelt, sucked the dick for a few minutes until it was rock hard once again, then sat on it once more and continued watching the show.
True to his word, the security guard passed word on to a few of the dancers that an American superstar tennis player with an insatiable butthole was looking for company after the show. No sooner had Andy arrived back at his apartment in the Olympic Village than there was a knock at his door. He opened it to see one of the dancers, dressed in a trim sweat suit, looking perfectly adorable and not a day over twenty years old.
"You are Mr. Andy?" the sweet boy asked, his voice thick with a Russian accent.
"Yep," Andy said. "And you...?"
"Vlad," the boy said, proceeding past Andy and into the apartment. When he reached the front sitting room, he lowered his sweatpants and leaned seductively forward over one of the end tables next to the sofa, revealing a perfectly round, naked bubble ass. "You will like to fuck me, OK?" the boy said. He reached around to pull his ass cheeks apart, showing Andy that there was already lube in his hole, probably some other athlete's cum.
Andy shrugged good-naturedly. "OK," he said. He had a raging hard-on after the multiple fuckings he took from his sexy Greek guard in the private booth while watching the ceremonies, and he knew from experience that young professional dancers had some of the sweetest assholes in the whole world to fuck.
Andy dropped his shorts and slid his long, thin ten-inch cock into the Russian dancer's gooey snatch. The younger boy instantly started moaning and pressing his ass back onto Andy's cock. Andy, too, let out a long exhale. After a few days of non-stop bottoming, he was always willing to plunge his own bone into a hot young stud's willing hole.
The dancer bitch started babbling in Russian, in low tones that just made Andy hotter and hotter. Finally the boy muttered something in English: "Oh Andy yes, you have nice big American cock, so good..."
Andy fucked the boy harder. This pussy felt very good.
"Oh yes, yes-s-s..." hissed the slutty foreign boy. "My pussy feels so good, yes-s-s...fuck it, fuck my cunt."
Pleased that he was making this slut happy, he gripped the boy's bent-over hips and started thrusting even harder. This drove the boy wild, and before long Andy was dumping his big load of jock syrup into Vlad's hungry little cunt. As he came, Andy growled nastily. It felt good to unload in a boy as slutty as himself.
Andy never went totally soft, so he kept his cock inside Vlad and continued poking in and out with slow motions. When the bottom realized he was going to get a second round, he collapsed forward in bliss. "Oh you hot American stud," he sighed. "So much cum. Big hard cock. Please, to fill me with it again, yes!'
Andy resumed fucking the boy, this time with more leisure, as the cum in his balls was not yet boiling for a second release. After about five minutes, he noticed Vlad reaching down for something, in the pocket of his sweatpants, which were still gathered around his ankles. His dick not leaving its comfy home, Andy paused momentarily and reached down into the pocket to help the boy out, producing was a cell phone.
"You want this?" Andy asked, puzzled.
The boy nodded fervently, out of breath from the ecstasy of their coupling. Andy shrugged, handed the phone to the boy, and resumed ass-fucking him. Multi-tasking momentarily, Vlad continued moaning and pushing his ass back on Andy's big cock while punching some numbers into the phone. Then there was a brief conversation in which Vlad, between groans, spoke excitedly in Russian to whomever was on the other end, and then described what sounded vaguely like directions to Andy's apartment. Then the conversation was over, and Vlad tossed the phone onto the sofa next to them before returning his focus to being a hot slutty bottom for Andy's big, throbbing superstar dick.
Presently, Andy unloaded another batch of jock goo into the dancer's hole, and just as they were catching their breath, there was another knock at the door. Before Andy could respond, Vlad called out something in Russian, and the door opened wide. Four more dancers entered the apartment, one at a time, each one sexier and more beautiful than the one before. They smiled at Andy, their angular eastern European features beaming aroused approval at the position they found him in with their friend.
With Andy's dick still up his ass, Vlad attempted to make introductions, but Andy didn't care. The boys were already getting undressed, and Andy couldn't believe the variety of their outstanding features. One was very tall and stout, butch-looking, with a dark buzz cut and a broad chest. The next was also tall but more model-like, with long lashes and perfect skin. The next one was quite short, but powerfully built, with a goatee and sideburns and full, ruby lips. The last one was slightly taller, but more waifish and alternative looking. Andy also noticed, happily, that all sported gigantic cocks, at least the size of his own ten inches.
Vlad finally pulled forward off of Andy's half-hard cock and spun around, wrapping his arms around Andy and giving him a sloppy kiss. Then he said: "You are pussy boy, like me, yes?"
Wide-eyed, Andy nodded. The guard must have told the dancers how much Andy craved cock in his ass.
"Good," Vlad said. "These boys, they fuck me always. They look for good pussy boy hole to fuck, like you. You will be happy taking their cocks, OK?"
"OK!" Andy replied gleefully. "Bring it on." He collapsed on his back onto the sofa, kicking off his shorts and pulling his T-shirt up a ways, exposing his sexy tummy and giving him leverage to raise his legs up and expose his ass. The security guard's cumload was still leaking copiously from his well-fucked crack.
Vlad swooned at the sight. "Oh cum, oh good," he sighed, and pushed his face down into Andy's asshole, lapping up the sweet seed that flowed out and preparing the tennis stud for the onslaught of big Russian dancer dick that was about to happen.
Andy took all four dancers, one at a time, receiving their pounding thrusts good and hard up his cumhole. The big bruiser surprised him by kissing Andy fervently while pounding his throbbing cock in and out. That set the tone for romance, and soon all of the boys were kissing: each one made out with Andy as he fucked his hole, and the others made out and jerked each other off while waiting their turns. Vlad spent most of the time on his knees, sucking his friends' cocks to make them hard and ready for plunging into Andy's pussy, and then slurping all the cum off them after they shot their orgasms up into the stud bottom.
The dancers fucked Andy twice each, cumming in his pig twat both times in copious amounts. The biggest stud even went a third time, and after taking two big, creamy loads from him already, Andy was impressed at the size of load that shot from this virile hunk. Periodically Vlad helped clean out Andy's hole with his tongue in between the poundings that it took from his four companions. Finally, when all were exhausted, little Vlad took his turn as well, driving into Andy's impossibly cummy snatch with his modest seven-incher and flooding it with a big pent-up load of sperm himself.
Following this, all six young men collapsed in a big pile on and around the sofa, with Andy at the center, lazily making out together and licking up the stray stripes of cum off his tender white skin. They snoozed this way together until Andy woke up in the late evening and found that they had gone.
Day 2
The next morning, Andy woke with a hard-on and started to beat off. Then, once again, he heard a knock at the door of his apartment. Stumbling out of bed, he opened the door to find a very sexy alternative-looking young stud, mid-twenties, with a slim but taut body and a few piercings around his ears and face. Looking a little menacing but in a very seductive way, the young man handed Andy a pre-printed card. On the card was printed the same message seven or eight times, in various languages. English was at the very top.
<<Hello, I am Kory from Turkey. I am a gay slut for big cocks. I am understanding that athletic men in these Olympics are horny always. I like to take big loads of cum in my ass. If there is anyone here who wants to cum in me, you can please fuck me right now. Donations accepted.>>
Andy read the note twice, making sure he understood, then looked back up at the young man. He was terribly handsome, and in spite of having a scruffy face and probably getting lots of recent sex, he seemed to exhibit decent hygiene. His lower body looked fantastic in the slim, dark jeans he wore. Why not?
"OK, come in," Andy said, motioning the boy inside.
Wordlessly, the stud entered the apartment. Kory didn't even go as far inside as Vlad had the previous evening. Stopping a few steps inside the door, he casually unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down so that only his white, round ass was showing. Then he faced a section of wall next to the door and leaned forward, spread-eagle. Reaching around, he stuck a few fingers up his crack tentatively, pointing the way for Andy's cock, then returned to his position, both hands flat against the wall.
Andy, who was already nude from crawling directly to bed from his sex scene on the sitting room sofa the previous evening, pulled on his own dick a few times to maximize his erection, and then slid his ten-inch bone into the traveling slut's ready hole. Christ, this one was sloppy. He loved it! The only way this stud had this much cum in him was if he had been taking loads the whole night. Since Kory was so sexy and direct, Andy figured that was exactly what had happened.
Beyond a simple grunt when Andy's hard-on made its initial entry, Kory was silent for the next few minutes, just taking Andy's fuck like the true efficient professional slut that he was. Andy appreciated this no-nonsense approach, and within three or four minutes, he shot his load into Kory's hot receptacle.
Andy remained inside afterwards for only a few seconds. Then he pulled out, stepping away to give Kory some room to recover. The hunk stood upright, re-buttoned his jeans, and adjusted himself slightly in the front hall mirror. Remembering the part about a donation, Andy grabbed his money clip from the bureau drawer and handed the punk a crisp America fifty, grateful for his timely arrival to meet Andy's morning needs. Then, with a quick nod and smile of thanks at Andy, Kory grabbed his preprinted card from the top of the bureau, and was out the door, presumably knocking a few seconds later at the apartment next door.
Later that morning, Andy made his way across town to the beach where the volleyball teams competed. He had heard from a few reliable sources that the beach volleyball teams were incredibly horny and loved to party with each other and other sexy men. He confirmed this with Josh Hartnett, whom he ran into in a cafe near his apartment. Josh had spent the night with a few of the volleyballers, getting fucked by them alongside the studly Australian Ian Thorpe.
"Yeah, Ian and I took their dicks for most of the night," Josh said. "You gotta meet them, they're totally wild. If you like getting double-penetrated, they'll even do that, too."
"No shit?" Andy laughed. It had been a while since he'd gotten a true DP. "You're such a slut, man! You mean to say that you, Josh Hartnett, spent all of last night getting volleyball players' cocks up your ass, two at a time?"
"Nah, not the whole night, but Ian sure did," Josh said, smiling. "I was in a different position most of the night, on my knees sucking cock while guys took turns behind me, pounding my hole. That's my favorite, getting plowed at both ends non-stop. But Ian was sitting on the same dude's big fat cock for a few hours, and letting other players get behind and push in there, one at a time."
Andy beamed with vicarious admiration. He knew the sexy Australian swimmer loved taking dick, but he didn't know he was such a totally depraved cock slut, just like Josh and himself. DP'd by volleyballers!
And so Andy went to check out the action for himself. He got to the beach just as several of the significant matches were ending. He didn't know who had won, he wasn't even sure what countries were competing, but he didn't care. Sexy, tan mostly-nude athletic men were all around him, and most of them spoke English and were checking Andy out. Finally, one sandy-haired stud approached the sexy tennis stud.
"Hey Andy," he said, with what seemed like a Scandinavian accent. "Josh called us a little bit ago and said you would be stopping by. We're now done for the day. Want to hang out with us and have some fun?"
"Sure, man!" Andy said. "Where?"
"Our hotel is very nearby," the stud said. "We have rooms at the Olympic Village, but we also got a hotel here at the beach so that it would be more convenient for...whatever activities might come up." A nasty grin spread across his face, and then he slapped Andy hard on his firm butt. "Follow me!"
Andy followed the Nordic stud, who was wearing only a pair of skimpy trunks, past all of the beach courts and into a parking lot. They headed toward a couple of vans, around which several other sexy, bronzed professional players had congregated.
"Look, men!" Andy's escort announced to the group. "I found us a brand-new pussy boy to play with today. I think you might recognize him! Andy here comes highly recommended by our friend Josh from last night. Josh says he has one of the hungriest, juiciest pussies he's every fucked!"
The men let out cheers, and welcomed Andy heartily, hugging him and slapping his back. As they did so, Andy felt his erection throbbing inside his track pants. He couldn't believe he was about to be gang-fucked by these hot, twenty-something beautiful studs! Within moments, they had piled into the vans and were driving the short distance to the volleyball players' nearby hotel.
At the players' request, Andy kept his T-shirt and ball cap on the whole time they were using him. They started with Andy on his back on the hotel bed, sucking and jacking cocks that came at him from both sides as they raised his legs and, one at a time, used their big dicks to sample his cummy lower hole. Each cock teased him slightly, sliding only part way in, and Andy moaned with bliss and anticipation, eyes shut, as he rolled his head back and forth, sucking the knobs of first one big cock, then the other, left and right.
Finally, after several minutes of foreplay, he felt the first big volleyball cock sink into him all the way. He whooped and his eyes flew open, his whole body responding to the gorgeous surprise. It was the Nordic dude, the one who had received Josh's call. He had a fat, beer can cock that he was pressing all the way up into Andy's sticky hole, a mischievous grin on his handsome tan face as he did so. Once he was all the way in Andy, he fucked his hole in deep, long strokes as Andy resumed sucking the cocks he held in each hand.
Andy took cocks and loads that way for over an hour, keeping his hands and lips occupied with two cocks at a time as his asshole continually received one generous offering after another. He was vaguely aware of each cock cumming in him, and occasionally a cock he was sucking would move away to use his lower parts, only to be quickly replaced with the next cock in line craving Andy's expert oral attention.
Then, after a dozen loads or so, it was time for the main event. "Josh tells me you like what we did for Ian last night," the Nordic stud said seductively. Andy nodded. "Well, to do it to Ian, we had to get him sitting on Rolf here"--the man gestured toward the brawniest and best-hung hunk in the group--"but something tells me your pussy has enough experience to take it in a slightly different way..."
The thinnest guy in the group stepped up, sporting a long ten-inch bone, a lot like Andy's own. He pushed half of it into Andy's cunt and then crawled up part way over Andy's body, making room below for the others. Then the main hunk who had been speaking stood behind the thin one, and gradually pushed his rod into Andy's hole alongside his friend. It was a tight fit, but Andy was such a well-used slut that overall the entry was fairly easily managed.
"Oo-o-oo-ohh, that's good..." the stud purred. Andy agreed, gasping for breath but savoring the pleasure of being so fully stuffed by these sexy men. The last double-penetration his ass had taken was from Ben Affleck and Matt Damon, more than two months before. And, as much as he loved taking those sexy studs' cocks, they were no match for a hotel room full of well-hung Olympic volleyball players!
The thinner top, who had partially entered Andy first, now pressed his big cock the rest of the way inside. His light weight and nimble posture made him flexible enough to keep Andy's cunt stuffed with his big meat and still remain out of the way for the other friend to do his thrusting. They got a good rhythm going, and soon Andy was flooded with twin rivers of flowing jizz, squirting up into his asshole and mixing with all the flavorful loads that remained there from the last few hours of fucking.
The thin stud stayed hard inside Andy, allowing his friend to pull out and be immediately replaced by the next big cock. All of the players took turns this way, fucking Andy's hot hole with their teammate's dick already deep inside, and cumming powerfully into the tennis slut's gaping twat before stepping aside for the next player to take his turn. The last stud to go was Rolf, the hugely muscled, hugely hung star player. He pounded energetically into Andy's tunnel, plunging out all of his friends' loads that had preceded him, until finally with a roar he deposited his own layer of jock juice, painting Andy's insides as the thin hunk let loose one final load of his own.
Afterwards, Andy was exhausted. He had been fucked repeatedly for over three hours, plus his surprise wake-up fuck from the Turkish hunk at his door. All that sex, and it was only mid-afternoon! What lay in store for him next...?
Day 3
The next morning found Andy on his back in his Olympic Village suite, taking on members of both the Italian and Iraqi soccer teams. They had been at it since the early part of the previous evening, when both teams had left the playing fields to go out carousing on the town, and had run into a group of volleyballers who were singing the praises of Andy's amazing cunt. Soon, the players found Andy at his suite and began fucking him, and for the last twelve hours, Andy had done his duty--groggy from lack of sleep and drunk on the sweet loads of cum that were being repeatedly pumped into his mouth and ass.
Several of the players used a technique that Andy rarely saw, which he liked to call "slide and dump." This is where a top is so incredibly hung and virile that he simply slides his whole big cock into another man's pussy ever so slowly, until finally, upon reaching full insertion, begins immediately cumming into the bottom's hole. Then, the top stays hard and continues fucking. It's as if the first load is simply added lubricant for the hardcore follow-up fucking that ensues.
Andy had been taking "slide and dump" loads all night, and he loved the effect. It made his hungry male twat tingle with excitement to feel a powerful, swarthy athletic stud slowly drill his huge dick into Andy's pussy hole and then right away flood it with a load of cum. Andy could barely imagine how any man could be so masculine and horny to perform such a feat! And here were several men doing it to him, all in one night! He felt lucky to be in a room with so many talented, rugged dark-complected sexy tops.
Eventually fatigue got the better of him, and he dozed off to the sight of his own sexy ankles hooked around the shoulders of one of the Iraqi men, and the endless repetition of the sound of his hole being fucked so hard by the man's cock that the juices were squirting everywhere out of his ass.
He woke around noon to a slightly smaller crowd, but still an active one. Andy was still on his back, taking cock, this time from an extremely handsome younger player from the Italian team who felt like he had a whopper of a dick. Indeed, when the boy came in Andy a few minutes later and withdrew, his half-flaccid cock still measured over eleven inches long, by Andy's estimation. Very nice to wake up to, he mused.
A few of the players were still there from the previous night, but most had left. A half dozen or so more, it seemed, had arrived to replace them. Andy felt sore and hungry but knew full well that he wasn't getting up from his bed until every last one of them was satisfied, that he had done his utmost to please these hunky studs with his talented holes.
The bedroom TV was turned on, and as the next young stud stepped up to insert his cock into Andy's butt, Andy blearily regarded the screen. Michael Phelps, the American superstar swimmer, was smiling at the cameras, having just won a gold medal. Even as sleepy as he was, and even though there was a fresh new cock drilling his sloppy hole, Andy still found the presence of mind to notice: Phelps was really hot. And his Speedos seemed to show the world that he was packing another gold-medal-winner down below.
The opened, and Josh bounded in. "Shit, you're still here?" he said, laughing in an incredulous tone. "I've stopped by twice already this morning. You were sleeping and taking dick, a whole roomful, one right after another. You fucking slut!"
Andy just smiled shyly and gave a bit of a stretch. "I'm a totally depraved whore for men's cocks," he admitted. "I stayed up all night and took them. I've only been sleeping for a couple of hours. God only knows how many loads are up inside me now..."
"Fuckin' cum dump!" Josh teased him. Then he looked up on TV. "Fuck, that Phelps is hot. I really wanna get on my knees in front of that Speedo and help myself to a nice big snack, ya know?"
"I do, totally," Andy replied, hugging the hunk close to him that was presently raping his hole. "You suppose he ever messes around with the likes of us?"
"Only one way to find out," Josh said, a mischievous smile creeping across his handsome face. Andy, starting to moan from the pleasure of the fuck he was taking, saw the gleam in Josh's eyes, then smiled back. What would the future hold for Michael Phelps?
After taking the last seven or eight guys in quick succession, Andy finally chased everyone out of the suite. Josh got naked and crawled onto the bed for a little cuddling and cum-eating, scooping huge loads out of Andy's butt hole and devouring them like a bear getting honey from a tree.
Then the two boys showered, and headed out for some food. The rest of the day was spent site-seeing and giving blowjobs to sexy dark-skinned Greek men in alleys who seemed to have no idea who they were.
When they got back to Josh's hotel suite, Andy sucked his friend's cock until the delicious cum flowed out of it, directly into Andy's mouth and down his slutty gullet. After licking the dick clean, Andy kissed Josh deeply and they made arrangements to meet the next morning to get more Greek and Olympic cock.
Day 4
At around ten o'clock the next morning, Andy was on his knees in a tailor's shop in the Plaka, sucking the cocks of two handsome Greek brothers, around twenty and twenty-five years old, whose parents had gone to run errands and left the shop in the boys' care. When Andy cruised them, they promptly hung a sign in the window and locked the door temporarily, unzipping their khaki flies and producing two additional specimens of the hard, fat uncut Greek dick to which Andy was rapidly growing addicted.
He alternated back and forth between the cocks, holding one in each hand and barely stopping to breathe between the long oral strokes he took on one before switching to the other. Eventually the younger boy seemed ready to erupt, so Andy abruptly yanked down his pants and presented his ass to the boy while using his mouth to cover the older brother's cock.
As Andy lovingly sucked the twenty-five-year-old's hot prick, he reached back and pulled his cheeks open so that the younger stud's cock could find its target. Very soon the long shaft was buried in Andy's luscious boy cunt, and within a few strokes Andy could feel the lad's tangy dick syrup begin to flow into his hungry ass. It was Andy's first butt load of the day, and he moaned gratefully on the cock he was sucking as the cum poured forth into his moist anal channel, coating every wall and filling every crevice inside his ass.
As Andy lovingly accepted the brother shooting the creamy load into his cunt-tunnel, he worked hard to produce the same response in his other hole by rabidly slurping, sucking and stroking the older brother's thick knob with his tongue, hands, and exquisite lips. Relishing the softening cock and oozing load in his butt, he stepped up his efforts to satisfy the Greek stud standing before him, who by now was groaning loudly in Greek and holding Andy's head in both hands, face-fucking the lithe, sexy tennis pro as his cock inched closer and closer to orgasm. Finally he exploded, holding Andy's skull still as his young prick shot a copious eruption of molten sperm. Andy struggled happily to keep up, swallowing and gulping as much as he could until the cock, like the first brother's, was totally spent inside him.
Just as all three were coming back down to earth, Andy's cell phone rang. He spat out the older brother's cock and reached down into his pants, which lay in a bundle on the floor of the shop, still around his ankles. He found the phone and answered. "Yeah?"
It was Josh. "Hey stud, whatcha doin'?" he asked.
Sperm was escaping from the lower corners of Andy's sexy mouth. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve so he could speak better. "Getting some hot Greek boy cock at both ends. Two brothers."
"Hot! They still doin' ya? You need me to call back?"
"Nah man, they're done. I just got their loads in each end of me. The sexy younger one still has his dick up my asshole. I don't think he wants me to let go!" He smiled back at the younger brother, who smiled back.
"Well listen," Josh said. "I had coffee just now with Michael Phelps' manager. I think I have good news!"
"No shit?" Andy said. "What, he takes dicks?"
"Well, he's pretty new to it, but I guess he's interested. There's been a few male sluts wandering around the Olympic Village, knocking on doors and taking loads from the athletes. Phelps met up with one of them the other day. It was his first time fucking a load into a man's hole, and now he wants to try more!"
"Oh yeah, I fucked one of those guys too. A sweet young Turkish thing, if I recall." Andy shut his eyes and smiled, recalling how heavenly the boy's slutty ass felt, already filled to the brim with hot Olympic athlete sperm by the time Andy sunk his own ten-inch dick inside. What a great cum hole that boy's ass had made.
"Well, Phelps is competing today, and if he wins another medal, his manager has promised to set up a little sex party for him. He's wondering if you & I want to be a part of it."
"Sex party? With Phelps? Fuck yes, man! That sounds hot! What are the details?"
"The manager says, as a reward for winning the gold, Phelps gets to fuck ten sluts...five guys, and five women. So he's already lined up some really sexy dudes and ladies to take Phelps's big bone. But, he thought it would be cool to have a couple of hot celebrities be the special 'icing on the cake' so to speak. So, that's us!"
Andy laughed. "I never thought I'd be this glad to be a celebrity," he said. "Who are the others,. then?"
"Dunno. Just really good-looking guys and women, hot slutty types who want to be fucked. The manager says they're all professional fucks, from around Europe. He's flying them down here to take care of several athletes, but tonight they'll all be in Phelps' suite, ready to take a fucking from him...IF he wins the gold!"
And of course, Phelps did win the gold--several times over. By the time Josh and Andy arrived at the suite around midnight, he had delivered good, hard victory fucks to four of the ladies and three of the men, and was balls-deep in number eight--an elegant, stunning male model with luxurious long legs that he wrapped around the swimmer's powerful upper body as he accepted his hard fuck and grunted non-stop in French.
"Fuck, this is hot," Josh said as they stepped into the suite. "Jesus, he's hung. It looks like we're gonna take a full twelve inches!"
Andy salivated, saying nothing.
Phelps, very focused on his fucking of the hot French whore, continued pounding strenuously in and out of his hairy, professional cum hole. Andy and Josh sat down in a couple of overstuffed chairs, opened their flies, and started beating off as they watched the action. A couple of the whores who had already been fucked by Phelps--a strapping German stud and a beautiful Italian-looking woman--approached the pair from either side and began helping them along. The woman kissed Andy and ran her hands over his slender chest as he continued beating off. The German hunk pulled Josh's shirt up and licked his nipples, soon kissing his way lower until he had taken the movie star's cock in his mouth. The woman then followed suit, pushing away Andy's hand and deep-throating his engorged ten inches in one swoop.
The boys relaxed and looked at each other with a smile. "Whoa! This is awesome!" Josh said.
"Yeah, fuckin' great," Andy agreed. He still loved getting head, and though it was usually a guy's mouth covering his dick most days of the week, he still appreciated the same attention from a woman. Leaning over from his chair toward Josh's, he touched his friend's shoulder, pulling him close. "Kiss me, man."
And so Josh Hartnett and Andy Roddick made out together, seated separately and still mostly dressed, in side-by-side chairs, as two start-struck European model/escorts dutifully got on their knees between the stars' legs and fed themselves the sexy duo's throbbing, delicious nine- and ten-inch celebrity cocks.
Phelps finished pounding his load into the French male cunt he was fucking, and as soon as that stud rolled away, he was replaced by an exotic, Indian-looking woman. He was alternating: male pussy, female pussy, male, female, etc. to enjoy the changeable sensations of his newfound bisexuality. He fucked this girl until his seed was spent inside her, then fucked the last man (a pretty young black slut-boy), followed by the last woman (a ravishing Nordic blond). All of the sluts moaned loudly as Phelps pounded his gigantic foot-long meat inside them, spewing in every one of them his Olympic gold-medal-winning superstar cum.
Finally, after all that sex, Phelps fell back on his haunches, looking around the room. He had cum ten times in these sluts and was ready for more. Looking at the boys seated in the chairs, he had a sudden moment of recognition. "Josh? And...Andy? What the hell are you guys doing here?"
"We're the surprise from your manager," Josh spoke up. Andy was busy sucking the German model's cock.
"You're...what? You mean..."
"Yeah," Josh said, standing up and kicking off what remained of his clothing. "We take dick. And loads." He crossed the room and crawled onto the bed with Phelps. "Especially from big, fat dicks like this one..." He gave Phelps' unstoppable hard-on a friendly tug, then bent over submissively in a face-down position. "Now, put it in there, man. I've been waiting all day to get fucked by your big stud swimmer cock!"
To emphasize his demand, Josh reached back with both hands, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his pretty hole. It was already sticky and lubed with several loads--from a couple of the hotel staff where he was staying, from his hot black chauffeur, even a load from Andy a few hours earlier. All he needed now was for the gorgeous megahung nineteen-year-old stud Phelps to push his huge dick in there and go to town.
Phelps thrusted relentlessly in and out of Josh's fine, wet hole. He couldn't believe his good luck. His manager was getting a bonus check for this one! Meanwhile, Josh, remembering that this was a victory present to the teen athlete, played his role to the hilt. Taking Phelps' huge thick cock over and over and pressing his ass back for more after every thrust, Josh grunted and groaned so happily and loudly that Phelps was afraid the athletes in the neighboring suite would hear them:
"YES-S-S!! Fuck me...fuck me Michael, your cock feels so good...in my pussy...fuck me harder...!!"
Phelps readily complied, slamming his hips against Josh's desirable ass harder and harder with every thrust. He couldn't believe he was fucking Josh Hartnett! What more, he couldn't believe that Josh Hartnett was naked on his bed, taking Phelps' big log up his sweet, tender ass, and begging him lustily for more! Josh was such a sweet young man on the screen, so polite and masculine. And now, to find out that he was a depraved slut who needed to be bred, whose male cunt was as hungry for Phelps' seed as the other professional whores whose asses and cunts he'd been fucking for the last few hours...it boggled his mind!
His eleventh load was slow to arrive, but he used this to his advantage, fucking harder and harder, giving Josh's fantastic ass as much cock as possible for as long as he could. Fucking Josh was better than fucking all of the others combined, because his asshole was better, and because, well, he was Josh Hartnett. Phelps remembered seeing Josh in a movie five years before and feeling a sexual stir...he was one of the first men who ever produced such a reaction in him, and helped make him aware of his latent bisexual nature.
Josh was a trooper and kept pressing his butt straight back to absorb the pressure and puncture of Phelps' repeated blows. By the time he heard Phelps scream in orgasm and the long river of pent-up sperm explode from his fire hose cock up into Josh's rectum, Josh was afraid he had bruises on both cheeks of his ass. He savored the sensation of Phelps' scalding teen cum load filling his ass to capacity. Not a bad performance, given that the power hunk had already shot ten loads previously that day, all in the past few hours.
As Josh collapsed in exhaustion, pulling his hole off Phelps' giant dick, Phelps complimented him breathlessly: "Jesus fuckin' Christ, that is the best pussy I've ever fucked, man or woman. Thank you so much. I don't know when I'll ever get to fuck a hole that sweet ever again!"
"Oh come on," Josh chided. "You just won, like, fifty Olympic gold medals. You can get all the pussy you want, man, anytime you want it...at your beck and call. And you can tap THIS ass"--Josh spanked his own butt cheeks, which were indeed already glowing red from Phelps' onslaught--"any time you come to L.A.!"
"No shit?" Phelps asked. "You mean it? Really?"
"Fuck yeah, really. I love getting fucked by hot young dudes with big cocks. I do it every day, usually lots of times per day. So getting an Olympic stud who's hung like a firehose to pound my asshole and shoot his wad into me is just too good to be true!"
Phelps smiled shyly, pulling on his wonder-dick. Half-hard and growing, it seemed to have some life left in it. "Yeah, the guys and ladies all tell me, this cock definitely does the trick."
"No kidding, man," Josh said. "And now, you can prove it to the REAL guest of honor here." He motioned toward Andy, who was still on his knees but was now guzzling down a load from the French model who'd taken Phelps' cock when they arrived, while his ass was being filled by the mega-hung young black stud who had been the last call boy to be fucked by their host. "If you thought my ass was good, wait until you try Andy's," Josh added. "His sweet boy pussy is like nothing else you've ever felt, trust me. Is that right?"
The boy fucking Andy frantically nodded his agreement as his cum escaped up the slut's slick channel. Andy accepted the load, and finished swallowing the one being shot in his mouth, before daintily dislodging both cocks from his holes and approaching his friends on the bed.
"Hi Michael," Andy greeted Phelps. Andy wore his trademark ball cap, pulled backwards. Other than that, he was naked except for his ankle socks. "You've got a nice big dick there. DO you want to fuck me with it? It sounds like Josh here really enjoyed taking it. I bet you shot a big, delicious cum wad up his ass."
"Ooo-oo-ooh yeah, baby, he sure did," Josh cooed, playing along. He flopped onto his back and raised his legs, jamming two fingers in and out of his cummy hole a few times until the fresh, gooey load started to flow out of his hole. On cue, Andy dipped down between the movie star's strong legs and gingerly lapped up the cum as it ran out of Josh's hole.
"Mmm-m-mmm, mmm-mm-mmm..." Andy hummed as he felched Josh's well-fucked pussy. "This is so good. You have good cum, Michael. Really yummy. Mmm-mm, I'm gonna love getting some of this pumped inside me. There's so much of it...you must have shot it really deep. Why don't ya stick your big cock up my ass and fuck me while I keep licking out all your sweet jizz from Josh's ass?"
Not needing to be told twice, Phelps instantly jumped to his feet next to the bed and lined up his now-raging twelve-inch boner with the unbelievably sexy crevice between the cheeks of Andy's cute white ass. Andy's hole had an instinctive way of sensing and devouring any cock head that came into its vicinity, and with a slight wag on his hips, Andy fit Phelps' big mushroom head into his outer pussy lips and immediately began using his ass to suck all twelve inches of his bone inside.
"HO-ly shit, fu-uu-uckk..." Phelps groaned as his surprise was replaced by sheer bliss. Josh was right, Andy's male cunt was unlike anything he'd ever felt. It was tight enough to grab the entire shaft of his cock, but still loose and wet enough to coat it, lube it, and massage it, just like a girl's cunt did. What's more, it took all of him right away--very few men he'd fucked could do that, given his enormous size, and most girls wouldn't even try.
Phelps set to work fucking Andy, but Andy expended most of the effort. Andy's powerbottom tendencies were in overdrive by now. It was like his ass had a mind of its own, and it was addicted to taking cock and getting bred. And who better to breed Andy's sweet ass than an Olympic gold medalist? It had already sampled more than its share of hot athlete cock and cum so far that week. Hell, he easily had over a hundred loads of authentic Olympic baby batter in his cum hole by now, and he'd only been in Athens for four days. So, who better to add to it than Phelps, one of the youngest and most promising of the lot?
Andy pondered all this as he let his ass go on auto-pilot, receiving cock and transmitting pleasure, both to Phelps' dick and to his own brain. In the meantime, he snacked on Josh's cum-engorged ass cavern, one of his favorite dining spots of recent discovery. Josh's butt fed him more and more cum, oozing out fresh spunk with every wink of his talented pucker. Eventually Andy had eaten so much from it that he knew he'd ingested all of Phelps' load and so he must be eating some loads from earlier that day. Who did Josh say had been fucking him, again? He couldn't remember. But whoever it was, they were delicious.
Day 5
The next day was Andy's first day of competition at the games. He won his matches handily, and the success made him cocky. Too cocky, as it turns out. Rather than focusing on his game and putting in the practice time that was still needed to raise him through the Olympic ranks, he decided to be slutty instead.
And what better way to be slutty than to get fuck by the entire US Olympic Basketball Dream Team?
All of the players were staying at a special building on the edge of the Olympic Village grounds. It turns out that one of the random studs Andy let fuck his ass earlier in the week (a fortysomething older "coach" type with a stocky, hairy body and a phenomenal cock) was one of the managers of the Dream Team's activities. When he learned firsthand how slutty Andy's ass was--he fucked the dream tennis stud in a storage room at the basketball facility, alongside two other coaches and a group of strapping maintenance hunks who were waiting their turn--he immediately set about arranging for Andy to make a visit to meet the team.
Andy was excited, of course, and took the man up on his offer. After leaving the courts victorious that afternoon, Andy instructed his driver to take him directly to the Dream Team's apartments, where he was met at the door by Carmelo Anthony and Lebron James, who led him inside and quickly stripped off his sweaty clothes. "Good match, bitch," Carmelo told him. "Now get on your knees and suck this big nigga cock. We're gonna get you so fuckin' pregnant today, you gonna be the nastiest whore at the games!"
Sounded about right to Andy. Naked once again except for his ball cap and sneakers, he dutifully knelt to inhale Carmelo's big rod, as Lebron likewise flopped out his big half-hard dick and slapped it against the bottom's face in anticipation. Both cocks were impressive--thick, dark, and over a foot in length. He made oral love to both of them, alternating back and forth, for about ten minutes until he heard a commotion on the stairs and other players entering the room.
"Hey my man," Lebron greeted the first stud. Andy was busy sucking cock and didn't notice who it was.
"Hey," the guy replied. "This him?"
"This is him," Carmelo said. "In the flesh. He sucks a mean dick, man, and you know his white little ass is made for tappin'. Go on, let's get him onto the sling."
Sling? That got Andy's attention. He was pulled to his feet and pushed toward a door in the corner of the room. This led to another apartment, whose main living room space had been converted for the day's purposes: The shades were drawn, making the room almost pitch dark; all of the furniture had been removed, except for a few chairs and a sofa along the side walls; and in the center of the room, the team had installed a black leather sling, just like the ones Andy enjoyed using so much at the sex clubs where he spent most Friday and Saturday nights back in the States.
Andy didn't need any further instruction. He climbed into the sling, face up, and hung his ankles in the loops on either side, attaching them to the chains that made up the sling's overall structure. He kept his hands at his sides, relaxed, and scooted up so that his head could swing easily from side to side, and his neck could drop over the back of the sling for reverse cocksucking as needed.
And then, he started taking cocks.
One after another, they approached him. Usually there were four or five at a time. One would plow into his ass pussy and fuck it hard. One would stand to either side of his face and he would alternate sucking their big sweaty cocks. And often a few more would stand nearby, and Andy would reach out his hands to grab their erect dicks, pulling and prepping them for their turns at one or both of his holes.
Since it was dark, he couldn't see who was fucking what part of him at any given time, and this was exactly how he preferred it. He knew it was the Dream Team. He knew who all these men were. He knew they were all there, plus probably even a few other friends that they'd brought along for the ride. And, Andy knew more than anything else that he was born to take their cocks.
The ones fucking his ass seemed to cum the fastest. This was usually the case in gangbangs where Andy was the center of attention. His sweet young cum hole was so enticing that even men with great staying power had a difficult time delaying their release into his stud pussy cunt.
After a dozen or so fucks, Andy was so filled with cum that every time a top withdrew his spent cock, the excess seed from his hole hit the rubber rug underneath them with a loud splash. Midway through the proceedings, Carmelo dragged Andy out of the sling and forced his face into the giant puddle of semen, making their pet boy lick it up from the soiled rubber surface. When he had cleaned it to Carmelo's satisfaction, he was told to finger his own pussy and clean out as much of the jizz from there that he could. He obeyed this command with relish, humming loudly with satisfaction as he made a meal for himself from the handfuls of protein that he shoveled out of his own cunt.
Then, they helped him back into the sling so he could take more loads. Carmelo was right, they were getting him pregnant. All told, his ass took over eighty loads from the team that day, not finishing until the wee hours of the morning. In addition, Andy sucked down over twenty-five loads of cum.
Andy found out later that the gang bang was in reality a grudge fuck of sorts. Their manager had arranged it for their victory at the games--renting the extra apartment, furnishing it with the sling--but when the team unexpectedly got eliminated in their humiliating loss to Puerto Rico, they took out their aggressions on Andy's mouth and ass pussy holes, instead.
Day 6
Andy stumbled home in the wee hours, hoping to get a few hours' sleep before he was expected back on the courts for the days competition. But no sooner had he dozed off than he heard a pounding at the door of his suite. Groaning and cursing and half-awake, he loped to the apartment doorway and opened wide.
"Whaddayawant...?" he yawned as he pulled the door open. What he saw, however, made him open his eyes wide and blink. It was one of the Hamm brothers, and he was pulling a large engorged dick out of his sexy, form-fitting track pants.
"Hey buddy. This needs to go down so I can compete later. I hear you're the best in town."
"Uhh-hh..." Andy was torn between the need for sleep and his innate cock lust. "Yeah. Which one are you?"
"Does it matter?" he gymnast said, pushing his way past Andy and into the suite. "Let's fuck."
Andy shut the door and followed this aggressive young lad into the bedroom, where he himself had been happily unconscious not thirty seconds before. Obediently, Andy assumed the position. He was already naked, so he got on the bed, did his cat stretch, and pushed his ass up in the air where his top would have easy access. "Alright, man, stick it in."
The mystery Hamm brother climbed onto the bed, not removing any clothing, and shoved his exposed hard-on into Andy's upturned ass. Andy let out a loud, single groan of gratitude and acceptance. Then he took the athlete's hard, deep strokes, slowly, one long jab after another, until after a minute or so he felt his ass being soaked with a heavy dose of sperm.
"Ooo-ooh yeah..." the gymnast sighed. "That's the first load. I'm gonna give you a whole bunch more."
And so Andy took the fucking, getting his ass spermed every fifteen or twenty minutes thereafter by this glorious stud. He tried to doze off while it was happening, but this was more difficult in his current position. Usually, he only took fucks unconscious while he was on his back.
The top loved Andy's ass. "Yeah, take it, bitch. That's a sweet ass. You want it, don't ya, right in your hole."
In response, Andy simply smiled and purred.
After two hours of fucking, it was ten o'clock, time for him to get down to the courts to compete. But the Hamm twin fucking him was only midway to another load. "Finish up, man," Andy muttered. It was his first words since opening the apartment door. "I gotta be down on the tennis courts in, like twenty minutes."
The top simply laughed. "Oh man, if you only knew how many times my brother and I have been late for a match because we were doing this," he said. "Relax. Getting the stars fucked out of ya will only help your performance. Trust me, Morgan and I fuck before every single competition."
So this was Paul! Andy was happy to be getting fucked by the twin with the superior star power, but after this revelation--that the brothers fucked each other--he definitely wanted to see the two of them in action.
"Yeah? Ya do?" Andy baited him. "Man, I'd sure love to see that happen sometime."
Paul was set to cum again, so he tripled the speed and strength of his thrusts for a good, long thirty seconds before spraying one final morning load up into Andy's cum bucket rear end.
"You can join us, man," Paul said, catching his breath, his cock still buried in Andy's asshole. "Just come by our suite after you're done today. We should have a few of the others joining us, too."
Andy was running late, but by force of habit, he still took time to dig his fingers into his freshly-fucked twat and bring out all the cum juices, licking off his fingers before pushing them back in for more. With the lack of sleep, he definitely needed all the protein he could get, and besides, it wouldn't look good on the cameras if his ass was leaking cum and staining the back of his shorts.
"Man, that's nasty," Paul laughed as he watched Andy eat his breakfast. "I heard you were a little whore. We're definitely gonna have fun with you later today!"
By some miracle, Andy competed well once again in the day's events, but at the rate he was partying, he knew his luck couldn't last forever. As he walked off the court, his cock was intensely hard, knowing the fun he was going to soon be having at the Hamm brothers' suite. Still, he tried to mentally condition himself:" I'll spend a few hours, and that will be it. I need my sleep. I need to practice. I need to win."
When he arrived, however, he already had a sinking feeling that he was going to break his own promise. Both Hamm brothers were on their backs, getting their sweet tight holes pounded mercilessly by their Italian competitor, Igor Cassina, and the American diver Troy Dumais. These hunks looked so incredibly good forcing their big cocks in and out of the brothers that it reminded Andy of some scene out of an exotic gay porn. The identical bottoms lay on adjacent queen-sized beds, their beautifully--muscled legs wrapped around each top stud's frame, their strong, perfect chests panting up and down rapidly in sheer erotic abandon. Obviously both of the gymnast brothers knew how to take big cocks, and they loved it very much.
Andy stripped and jumped in, squatting over the nearest brothers' face and feeding him the remains of the loads that were shot there earlier, now mixed with the sweat of an Olympic tennis match. The brother gulped down the loads greedily. Then he noticed that Igor, the beauty who was on the bed with them, kept moaning "Morgan...yes, Morgan..." over and over, so he realized he was feeding his gymnast slut his brothers' cum. (Andy later learned that Morgan and Igor had been lovers now for over a year.)
After Igor came in Morgan and Troy shot his wad into Paul, the four men all focused their energy on Andy. Andy was a little surprised to be the center of attention, given how gorgeous all of these men were and how lost in one another they'd been when he first arrived. But the truth was, there was just something about Andy Roddick that made you want to fuck him as soon as you saw him. Paul had told the others that Andy would be arriving, and they had all looked forward to sampling the tennis pro's fine booty. It was gaining notoriety all around the Olympic Village, after all, and even in other parts of Athens, as well. And Paul had reported that it was indeed a divine experience to fuck Andy, so they wanted to try for themselves.
Tired still, and wanting to passively enjoy cock as a victory present to himself for winning the qualifying matches that day, Andy remained on his back on one of the beds. They used his mouth minimally, preferring to give each other head as needed while waiting in line for a fuck. Troy went first, followed by Igor, then Morgan (he was fairly sure), then Paul (whom he recognized by his style of grunts). Then Morgan again, followed by Igor, then Paul, then Igor again, then Moran again, then a pent-up load from Troy...
"Give it to me!! "Andy screamed at on point when sexy Troy was throttling his divine ass at top speed. "I want it, motherfucker! Pound it into me!! Jam your big cock right into my sweet hole!!"
Morgan, having developed a taste for the cum in Andy's butt from the moment Andy arrived and started using his ass to feed Morgan his brother's loads, took clean-up duty every three or four fucks. As he lapped away at Andy's oozing, juicy pussy, he moaned appreciatively:
"Oh yeah Andy, you got so much sweet cum in there...so many loads...feed me, let me eat it all out...so much good sweet cum..." Then Morgan pressed his face into Andy's crack and continued grunting, as his tongue worked to dredge deeper and deeper into Andy's seemingly bottomless, endlessly hungry male cunt.
On and on it went. Hours passed, and Andy was no closer to feeling ready to leave the party. In fact, even after Troy and Igor left (exhausted from having dumped eight loads each into Andy's cum hole) and the brothers took a break to order food, Andy joined them for a chat over dinner and then stuck around to take more and more loads from their cocks. Back and forth, back and forth, the twins fucked Andy so many times in so many great positions that he eventually lost track of which brother was inside him at any given time.
Andy almost forgot that he wanted to see the brothers fuck each other; he was too relaxed and happy that they were so focused on taking care of him. Eventually, however, he did get his wish. Andy drifted off to sleep on his stomach while one of the brothers was fucking him. This was around midnight. As he slept, the fucked him a few more hours, then pulled out to let him sleep. Waking a few hours after that, however, Andy noticed all of the lights turned off, and some sexual activity on the adjacent bed. Paul's familiar grunts made him realize the brothers were going at it without him.
Andy switched on the light, and sure enough, Paul was mounted on Morgan's cock, riding it sleepily but happily, up and down. The twins sported identical nine-inch erections, and Paul seemed to have years of practice taking his brother's cock deep inside his tight, muscular gymnast ass-cunt. If Andy were to guess, he'd correctly assume that Morgan's butt was likewise conditioned to accept Paul's rod after many years of sustained incestuous activities. And seen together, the boys were a true wonder--like competitors in a new Olympic event called synchronized fucking, two beautiful identical young bodies, sharing flesh and sex together, pumping in unison until they reached their climax, splattering each other with thick globs of goo.
Smiling with admiration, Andy reached for the light and turned the room back to darkness. Then, after a few minutes of lying awake, he gently got out of his bed and crawled onto the other one. He curled up next to Morgan and kissed him deeply. Then Paul leaned forward from his saddle stance and joined them in a three-way french kiss as he continued to ride his brother's thick tool. Morgan's cum flowed out of his ass, over Morgan's spent cock, and onto the bedclothes. Paul's own dick was soft, having unloaded its precious cargo all over Morgan's taut belly. Only Andy remained hard, so Paul expertly moved his body sideways until he was mounted on Andy's turgid prick, riding it slowly in silent glory for several minutes until he was rewarded with a delivery of fresh jism from the tennis hunk's fiery loins.
Then he fell forward between his lovers--one his brother, the other a sexy and phenomenal athlete who was so sex-starved and depraved that he'd allowed Paul to march into his bedroom that morning and fuck him, even though the two of them had never even met before. All three kissed, half-dreaming, half-awake.
Days 8 - 13
Andy woke late, panicked. It was nine o'clock. He was expected at the courts in less than one hour, and he wasn't even in his own suite--he was curled up naked between the sexy, slumbering, studly Hamm brothers, in their apartment at the opposite end of the Olympic Village!
Rushing, he pulled his clothes together and scurried home. His manager was waiting, furious that he was late. Andy quickly changed into fresh clothes and the two of them made their way to the courts. But all the sex and all the fatigue was taking its toll on him, and he played an inferior game, this time losing his match. And that was that--he'd lost his shot at the Olympic gold.
Afterward, Andy was disconsolate. His managers were so furious that he couldn't even be near them. His promoters were calling his cell phone so often that he finally had to switch it off and put it away. Lonely and defeated, he made his way to a private bar in the Olympic Village, reserved for athletes and their staff. There, after three stiff cocktails, he found himself chatting with Glen, the coach-daddy who had helped gang-fuck his hole earlier in the week, and then set Andy up with the Dream Team encounter in the sling.
"I'm surprised you're still here," Andy said, drunk.
"Me too," the basketball manager replied. "The whole team is back in the States already. I'm just sticking around back here to tie up some loose ends."
"Yeah? Hey, you were a good fuck, you know," Andy said, a bit too loud. A few other patrons nearby looked over and smirked.
"Thanks," Glen said, unfazed. "You are, too. And I hear you gave the team a great time the other night."
"Oh fuck yeah, that sling was great," Andy said, a little quieter this time. "You are such a stud for making that happen, man. I never figured I'd get sling-fucked on this trip. It was the best!"
"Well, it's still there, if you want to use it," Glen offered.
"No shit?"
"No shit. In fact, now that you're out of the competition, you can even set yourself up over there, if you want. I'll give you the keys. I can even snoop around and see what kind of business to send over your way. There are a lot of athletes who are done competing but still hanging around. I'll bet a lot of them would love to stop over and give you some of that action you like so much!"
Andy couldn't believe his ears. Of course. This was exactly what he wanted. What was he doing, drowning his sorrows with alcohol? There was only one way he knew of truly making the pain go away.
It took a few hours for the first studs to arrive, but Glen made good, sending horny top after horny top to the ex-Dream Team suite, where Andy was in the sling, waiting to take all loads. He spent the remainder of his trip in that dim room, five whole days, getting fucked by one stud after another, pausing only for food and drinks (which Glen delivered) and catching what sleep he needed in between fucks, or during them.
There were too many tops to count, and most came by several times per day. All were strapping and athletic, young powerful hunks with pent-up energy and an endless supply of fluids. Most of them Andy didn't recognize, although several of the regulars were known to him. Three black American track studs--Otis Harris, Justin Gatlin, and Derrick Brew--liked to tag-team fuck Andy's hole in rapid succession. Their white teammate, Jeremy Wariner, was blessed with a whopping thirteen-inch erection that bent severely to one side, rubbing Andy in many wonderful places as it pumped in and out of his guts. Alexandre Dupais, the pretty Canadian diver, was a slut himself and usually got fucked by one of the many black athletes in a sex sandwich while he was fucking Andy himself. He also loved to eat the dripping loads of cum from Andy's leaking ass, and would stop by several times throughout each day to perform much-needed clean-up duty. Matt Hemingway and Tony Azevedo, US high jumper and water polo player respectively, were lovers of several years and were usually making out and sucking cocks together while waiting their turns on Andy's ass. And Theo Bos, the crazy Dutch cyclist, became Andy's favorite fuck of the whole bunch when he showed he could cum in Andy's ass with such a force and volume that it surpassed even five stud's typical loads. Andy had never before seen or felt so much cum from a single cock all at once!
And through it all, Andy's sluttiness never abated. He needed cock, more and more and more of it. By the time he got on the plane back to America, he wanted to be fully used by every stud he could find, bred with his seed as many times as the stud could give it to him. He was truly a male whore for cock, wanting it day and night, needing it even when he was unconscious, craving cum and the feeling of being fucked every second of every day. The Olympics was his marathon, his chance to prove that he could be the sluttiest of them all, that he could take dick non-stop from beautiful men from every corner of the world, letting them cum in him and continue fucking him until they'd had their fill. And still he would be there, ready for more.
TO BE CONTINUED
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