Getting Raunchy with Andy Roddick

By Nick Pinetti

Published on Apr 2, 2012

Gay

Disclaimer: This is a fabricated story about Andy Roddick, pro tennis player and is narrated through the eyes of a fan. The story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. The events depicted did not occur and are pure fantasy. All characters mentioned in this story are of legal sexual age, regardless of how they may be depicted in the story. Since no specific ages are given, every character is at least 18 years of age, a consenting adult and no one is a minor. In addition, you must be 18 years of age or older to read this and any Nifty story. If you are not allowed to read this fictional writing where you are from or don't like reading stories about sex between men, please stop here and move on.

This is the fifth installment of a series. To make the most sense, the chapters are to be read in order.

Thank you for your suggestions and feedback from previous chapters. If you enjoy this story, I would love to hear from you: nickpinetti@gmail.com

Getting raunchy with Andy Roddick - 5

"Stay right here," I urgently commanded Andy Roddick even though I knew he'd not move an inch from this spot. After all, he was in a compromised head-over-heels position, just having sucked himself off with a bit of my help.

I tried to conceal the worrisome look that flashed briefly over my face. A dumb, clueless Andy looked at me a bit cross-eyed as he often does. He obviously had not heard the sound that I had. More pressing than anything at the moment, I needed to know where it had come from; the faint suppressed cough or sneeze from just moments ago.

Had someone been watching us have man-on-man sex this entire time?

Untangling myself from the sexual pretzel Andy and I had gotten ourselves into, I sprinted off in the direction of the disturbance. In seconds, I rounded the corner by the showers where a large bin of towels were piled. As fast I as I could, I reached in and grabbed one off the stack then quickly wrapped it around my waist at the cost of losing valuable time.

Wearing a towel was a bit silly after all the obscene, hot sex Andy and I had been involved in, but the towel was somewhat justified as I didn't like the idea of chasing after an intruder while being completely nude. I turned in pursuit, and jogged further away from the showers. Ahead of me was the corridor that led to center court, the one I had escorted Roddick down earlier. Halfway up this passage, I saw a silhouette of a boy just as he darted through a side door that led to a small equipment room.

Now able to breath a bit easier, I was relieved to know that our so-called intruder was only a kid. On the other hand, I worried over what the boy had seen. I'd have to find what that was and then somehow bullshit my way around it. That would be the trickier part, but as the adult in this situation, I'd be in command.

I casually walked up the corridor and contemplated exactly what to say. I approached the equipment room, opened the door, noted that lights were already on and then stepped inside. It contained mostly practice equipment, in addition to court replacement netting; tape, among a few assorted random supplies. It was an otherwise unremarkable, ordinary place to be. However, I very soon came to realize I'd made a big mistake just by walking in here unprepared as I was.

In a split second, the lights went out and it was pitch black. What I felt to be a tennis racket came crashing down on my legs at the back of my knees. Instantly, I fell forward, but was caught in court netting as it was quickly wrapped around me like a cocoon. My hands were tied behind my back with grip tape. How did this one kid work so fast singlehandedly?

Left in a heap, lying there; the door to the room opened and then shut. I was trapped inside, bound and helpless in the dark.


"Stay here", was all that Nick whispered to me with no explanation before running off and leaving me naked and alone. "Well that's just great," I thought to myself, "fucking great".

Didn't anyone respect me anymore? I made millions of dollars in my tennis career and yet here I was: my cock between my lips, cum running down my throat, and legs up over my head. And just how did I get myself into these predicaments? I was becoming a total cum-dump, slut, that's how. Well, come to think of it, this wasn't such a bad life: I got to travel the world, make money, and got to bottom for a lot of hot, nasty men. Perhaps the big, rancid turd I'd eaten that came out of security guard Nick's ass had been my weakest moment, but damn it tasted so very good. My stomach grumbled on cue as if to agree.

As I removed my cock from my mouth, brought my legs down from over my head and stood up, I concluded that I really ought to be getting my act together. Tonight had been a memorable one, but shouldn't I be getting back to my wife? Should I wait for Nick to return? What time was it getting to be anyway? Too many questions, and my brain hurt just thinking about them. I slumped down on the bench, closed my eyes and began rubbing my temples.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, but didn't bother to raise my head. It would be Nick, the security guard, returning from wherever he'd gone off to and he'd probably want to stuff his horse-hung cock in my mouth or fuck me silly again.

"Look", I said, still rubbing my temples, eyes closed, "I've kind of had a enough sex for now. I'm pretty well spent, it's late and not that this hasn't been fun." I was throwing every excuse out there that I could think of. Secretly, however, I was insatiable. The more cock I got, the more cock I wanted. As far as I could tell, the cum never stopped flowing.

"Oh, so you think you've had enough sex for tonight, do you?" "Andy, we're just getting started", came the words from an unfamiliar voice.

I snapped out of my current state of mind in an instant. I looked up to see a man; no--it was a tall boy, standing barefoot and shirtless two feet in front of me. He implied something about me not having enough sex and of "just getting started". This was so not right and horribly alarming.

"Who the fuck are you?", were the first words out of my mouth.

"Wrong question, Andy. It's: who the fuck are we", the tall boy corrected.

Did I hear that right? He said, "we". I blinked several times to clear my vision. About five paces behind the boy stood four others similar in looks but none quite as tall. All wore the same style and color of shorts, and all were barefoot and shirtless. Suddenly, I felt as if I were in the movie `Twilight'. You know the part where Bella is surrounded by Jacob and the pack of sexy, shirtless, young men.

"We", he continued, "are members of the Ball Boy Club and you just happened to pick the wrong night to fuck around in here."

"Jeez, what hell was this kid babbling about?" I thought, but let him go on.

"You see, Andy, we all work here. Fetching your misguided tennis balls during game play. Tossing you your towel so your sweaty face can be wiped off during a match. But you'd never notice or acknowledge that we exist. You show up, have your fun, and then leave. But we stay after, to clean, to get the courts ready, but we are otherwise invisible to everyone. Everyone, except those of us that are also members of the Ball Boy Club."

"To become a member, you have to be male and you have to be initiated. Not to worry, Andy, you're not going to become a member of our club. However, you and your boyfriend are unfortunate in that you decided to stay late on this particular night; the evening in which we are to initiate our newest pledge, Trevor. "

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach and the urge to get out of this suffocating locker room as soon as possible. Plus Nick was not my boyfriend!

The club's ringleader went on, "Before I introduce Trevor, I'd like to make one thing clear. We have pictures along with video of you and Mr. Dipshit Security, as we affectionately call him, captured on our phones doing the nasty. So don't put up a struggle or attempt to leave, as we'll simply post them on Twitter. #andyroddick,"

Well, there went my escape plan. My heart and stomach sunk even further.

"You WILL cooperate with us for the very same reasons. Have I made myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes", came my rather meek reply.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir?", I questioned.

"That's right, motherfucker. It's `Yes, Sir'"

"Yes, Sir", I said in a more convincing tone.

The tall boy, stood before me. Idly scratching a tuff of dark hair below his belly button that looked as though it recently sprouted. He was lean and sexy and it gave him obvious pleasure to stroke his flat stomach as his shorts began to tent in front of him. He instinctively rubbed his harden cock where a large spot of pre-cum had soaked through. He took a step forward and dropped his shorts right in front of me revealing his long, thin erect dick. A small, dark fuzzy patch of pubic hair could be seen above his prick but his balls were completely hairless and smooth. I didn't want to stare at this boy's junk, but was compelled, at the same time, to do so.

"Do you like my young, hairless dick?", cooed the tall boy. Immature as he was, he was the one in control.

"No", I whispered unconvincingly. A few stifled laughs could be heard behind him.

"Make a round O with your lips and stick out your tongue flat. And, Andy, I don't want to see any of your teeth either", he commanded.

When I didn't comply, he reminded me of the photos and video that were taken earlier. He reached for a cell phone that was handed to him from behind. He swiped his thumb over the screen and in a moment my fully naked body including face appeared, my ass outstretched and about to get pummeled by Nick's huge dick. This was one of many photos he flashed in my face and we hadn't even reached the video portion of my private porn shoot.

Reluctant, but forced to comply. I did as I was told. My tongue hung out of my waiting mouth, like a puppy, for what I knew would come next. I couldn't help but think how creamy and delicious his long, thin dick would be. The boy moved forward and the tip of his cock slipped over my expectant tongue. Slow and deliberate, he pushed his cock forward inch by inch past my lips and into my mouth. The skin of his cock was so newborn-soft yet the muscle underneath was so very hard by comparison.

"Oh, man, what a good cocksucker he is", relaying the message back to his buddies.

His cock was tentative and gentle towards me unlike other men that had taken me before and I was savoring the feel and taste of his extra long, young dick as it made its way down my throat. Although his cock was thin, it got farther into me than any man's cock ever had. Finally, the boy's small tuff of pubic hair came parked under my nose. I breathed in his sexy, luscious boy scent. His pubes tickled my nostrils and I wanted to sneeze but feared my teeth would scrape or bite down on his young dick. His feverish body pulled up so tight against my face; I felt his breath as it came so heavily now. I felt his stomach heave in and out against my forehead. I thought he would cum without so much as face fucking me, but rather than this, he pulled his cock out of my mouth in one full motion. It was too much for him and he didn't want to ejaculate just yet.

"Lick my balls, Andy", he panted, so very short of breath and to the point of no return.

Goddamn, he was one hot kid! My tonsils felt the void and mouth sad and empty now that his long member had left me. I lapped at his hairless nuts just as he instructed where my thick spit ran down his shaft dripping and coating his slick balls. The kid smelled so fresh, and so teenage sexy-good as my slippery tongue flicked at his balls and further down trying to lap at his musky, hairless asshole as well. I could tell the overheated kid was holding back from shooting his hot, creamy load, but I wanted him to cum so bad. My head was swimming, so lost in lapping at this boy's asscrack trying to get his hot lava to spew. I was getting this kid off good; I could tell he was about to shoot the hugest load of boy cream he'd ever known. To my disappointment, he stepped back so even my tongue couldn't flick at his balls and backdoor any longer.

"This bastard wants me to blow", he said to his buddies. "I almost lost it when he licked my asshole!"

The other boys gathered around us in a tight semi-circle. I was so turned on by him and the pack of young men pressing in, I couldn't help myself as I leaned back to spread my hairy legs exposing my pulsating mature cock for all to see. My large nuts spilled over the worn, wooden bench edge as my hairy ballsac bounced around gently giving me added pleasure. I was on display for them, finding I loved every second of it. I was entirely getting off on exposing my hairy, masculine body and fully erect man meat for them all to view. Pre-cum oozed out of my enlarged piss slit and down my thick, 8-inch shaft as every boy looked wide-eyed and upon me. This was far better than any tennis final I'd won, in which an audience of thousands had viewed and cheered for me.

More cell phones were taken out, and pictures snapped of the naked and entirely exposed athlete in front of them; the flash of lights blinding me for a few seconds. I didn't care. I wanted to suck off as many little cocks now that I could. I wanted their little hands on me, getting me to cum for them. I wanted to know every single boy here by the smell, taste and feel of his sex; intimately and individually. But I also wanted these boys to know what a sexy fucker I am and useful, experienced man-whore I could be for them.

Not only, was I exposing them my throbbing cock and lean, muscular body, but I gave off the scent of hot, hairy man sex. I smelled of dark, sweaty armpit stink, of hot piss and cum, and of dirty, shitty ass. I wanted them to smell like hot men did during and after sex, just like I did. I wanted them bathed in the scent of my man sex. If cooperation on my part is what their ringleader wanted, I was going out in full-force to give it to them.

The tall boy spoke again. The creamy, long-dick boy I wanted to get my mouth back on to.

"My name is Joshua, and I am the leader of this club". He was addressing me directly, but his authority was to be taken by all.

"Trevor, step forward.", he flat-out stated. A blonde, blue-eyed boy, shorter than Joshua nervously shuffled to the front. So this was Trevor, a hot, little blonde dude. He was a short, compact, muscular wrestler type with blonde peach fuzz all over his arms, legs and I assumed covered his ass and around his hole as well. The cutest thing about Trevor, other than he was sexy as hell, was the barely visible hair above his upper lip. I doubt this little guy even shaved.

Joshua continued, "This is how we do things around here. You will do on this night that is asked of you, Trevor, and you'll become a member of the club. Normally, I would be the one to officiate while the others observe, but being how we have an unexpected, and willing guest tonight this is a rare treat. And looking around at all the hard-ons and drool running down cheeks, no one is in disagreement with me." A small laugh came from Joshua as he added this last bit to his speech.

"Yes," I thought in agreement, "I am more than willing to get as much cum from these sexy teen boys as I can."

Joshua stood behind Trevor and crossed his arms around the short, muscular guy tweaking the blonde's nipples between his thumb and index fingers. In response, the boy twisted and squirmed his wiry frame, a high-school wrestler trying to break free. Joshua held his grip firm and the kid, sweating and moaning in pleasure, eventually submitted to defeat. His chest and hardened nipples were electrically wired to his dick and Joshua's nakedness, rubbing from behind, had become all too much for putting up a fight. I watched as hands slipped down from chest to inside the kid's shorts working them down, and eventually off, so the sexy, blonde stood in front of me with his beautiful blonde cock and balls out.

My thick, hairy boner was aching in direct response to Trevor's onslaught and to the smoking hot view of his teen cock and balls now before me. My boner stood out before the boy, large and proud. I wanted the wrestle-boy's lips around my dripping cock, his peach-fuzz mustache tickling my shaft on the way down. I tweaked my nipples just as Trevor's had been, getting them rough and pencil thick hard. Pre-cum flowed constantly from my vein-popping shaft. I wished that Trevor had his mouth wrapped around me. In spite of what I wished for, Joshua was in command and would orchestrate whatever happened tonight.

"Dustin, Dylan, come up here", Joshua ordered.

"Yes, Josh", said the voice of two boys in unison.

Dustin and Dylan, as if they already knew what Josh wanted, came forward and split off to either side of Trevor. What I first noticed about the two is that they were older and taller than Trevor but not as tall as Josh. However, on closer inspection, I was shocked to find one looked exactly like the other. Hot damn, they were identical twin brothers!

Without need for instruction, the twins lifted Trevor from where he stood, into a sitting, cradle-like position, but completely up off the ground! They easily accomplished this by using two hands to support his back and then with the remaining free hand each took hold up under one of the boy's thighs. They had him in an assisted side-by-side lift! Trevor became the twins' puppet as they paraded him around spreading his legs open for all to see his beautiful boybutt and nearly hairless, peach-fuzz covered, puckered hole. With no will of his own, the twins were in control of where young Trevor's freewheeling ass went.

I watched Trevor's abs and biceps flex naturally as he was carried and spun around the room, with one arm wrapped around Dylan and the other wrapped around Dustin, pulling them in for support. He was wedged between the brothers like a hot, muscle teen sandwich, but, then again, more like a prince on a make-sift throne. I took one hand to my pre-cum covered cock, and started jerking myself to the three of them horsing around. I hadn't got two pumps in, when Josh batted my hand away. He motioned to the brothers as to stop them from what they were doing.

The next thing I knew, the twins brought Trevor over to me and spread his legs right in front of my face. I could smell the sweet scent of the wrestle-teen's hot, musky ass just inches from my nose and jaw-dropped mouth. I took a deep breath and licked my lips wetting them in anticipation of kissing the fuzzy-haired, puckered hole. My cock without the need to touch it, flexed relentlessly all on its own.

Dylan looked down at my thick, glistening, pulsating dick and nodded to Dustin. These boys seemed to have a secret, unspoken language. Rather than Trevor's teen-scented crack coming in contact with my waiting lips, the twins changed course and brought his ass down over my aching, throbbing baby maker. They rested his nearly hairless hole against the tip of my fat daddy dick, just holding him there.

A panic-looking, blue-eyed Trevor peered into my eyes as if begging me to stop what was inevitably going to happen. He had seen my huge man-meat approach and was worried he'd be ripped deep, splitting him into two. I would love to be the one to rip Trevor's ass wide-open, my cock was creaming at the head just thinking about it. However, I wasn't the one in control nor was Trevor and I don't think we had any choice in the matter.

"Yeeeeeeeeow", wailed Trevor as his virgin hole was forced down on my huge cock. The tip of my blunt cockhead apparently was too great for him; this kid was so damn tight! I tried making as much pre-cum for him as I possibly could, easing his pain. It didn't help much as tears rolled down his face. Yes, this baby boy was getting his beautiful peach-fuzzed butt ripped into two by my throbbing, thick dick. The brothers let him off my horny man-cock for just a second and then applied pressure once again, letting gravity do the work, trying to get his asslips to stretch around my prick. God, I was in love with all three of them for what they were doing to me.

"Hmmmm, ummm, daddy", Trevor cried as finally an inch of my cockhead popped passed his sphincter and tapped his prostrate for the first time. A lustful Trevor looked at me as the brothers corkscrewed him further down on my engorged, lengthy cock.

"Just fuck me ", Trevor babbled out uncontrollably, "Andy, your huge daddy dick feels so good inside. " My sexy, baby boy was about to ride my dick, without a doubt or help on his own.

The twins took over, lifting and raising Trevor's ass and entire body down my thick pipe. I bet this kid could feel the ridges of every eye-popping vein as the brothers slid him up-and-down, up-and-down my cock with no help on Trevor's part. Little by little they worked him, getting him a bit further around and down my shaft each time. The pain he once experienced turned into gut-wrenching pleasure as the boy's prostrated got punched and poked with each deliberate stroke. Trevor gasped and moaned in complete teenage ecstasy. Finally, my thick, 8-inches of man-meat became buried deep inside Trevor's hole and my nicely trimmed, hairy guy pubes made contact with the boy's fuzzy crack. He squirmed on my dick; it must have felt so full and so good in his little teen ass.

With a bit of effort, I curled slightly forward and took the kid's cock, including his peach-fuzz covered ballsac into my slobber-filled mouth. My earlier self-sucking exercise proved to be useful here. The twins made sure my cock remained deep inside Trevor and he arched his back in response to my mouth around his teen sex. He could barely keep himself pulled together. The twins kept him busily fucking me; up and down my thick shaft and then proceeded to lick and whisper nastily into Trevor's ears; telling him what a good boy he was for taking all of my cock and how beautiful he looked doing so. I just couldn't take this kid running up and down on me any longer, he was slipping so fast along my slick cock and his blonde, fuzzy crack tickled on the way up and down. The twin brothers were driving me nuts too, their sexy, muscular arms held Trevor so he could have hot teen-on-man sex with me. The four of us worked as a team, building Trevor and me into a fucking frenzy.

I gave this kid one final thrust as the boys shoved him down hard on my lap. My cum came in hot blasts filling Trevor's virgin hole as he rocked back and forth on my hairy thighs. I just kept spewing my hot load into him. Trevor felt me cumming inside him.

"Yeeeeeeeeeowwww, daddy" escaped over Trevor's lips once more. My tongue flicked around his cock and balls unforgivably as I got the heaviest, thickest, and creamiest load from the hottest, blonde wrestle-guy of all time. I sucked and swallowed his magma down, while in return, I forever shot my seed deep, up inside him. I held shaking, peach-fuzz covered, little Trevor against my bigger, hairy, masculine body letting him know he was safe in my arms. The hot, sweaty smell of teen boy sex mixed with my own sexy man-scent and suffocated us as we continued our climax.

I thought to myself: Andy, you are the luckiest dude in the world.

To be continued...

I truly hope you enjoyed this latest chapter as much as I did writing it. I look forward to hearing from you: nickpinetti@gmail.com What do you think should come next?

Next: Chapter 6


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