---Hey you young jock, jrs. under twelve years of age. Do not stay to volley. This court is for old folks, over eighteen. Please pick up your racquet and hit the showers.
Hey, you know me, Frank Rootey. I won the French open and at the age of nineteen, I am on my way to a grand slam. You've seen the girls that show up at my matches. The press calls them "Frank's Pussie Posse". Well not the real newspapers, just those sheets near the checkout in the supermarket. You've probably seen the signs they carry, "Rootey is a cutey" and "The hottest legs in Tennis". I guess I do cut a hot figure on the clay, but I am not conceited about it. But it sure gets me laid a lot.
Lately a troubling condition has come up with my so called hot legs, my muscles have been tightening up unexpectedly, just when I stretch up to serve. George Hampton, the star of ten years ago is my coach. He has been massaging my calves and feet. It's helped a bit, but I don't think that approach is the answer. I know that George is enjoying it. George is married, but he is partly gay. He notices that his ministrations sometimes produce an erection in my briefs while I am on my back on the massage table. "You want me to take care of that?" He whispered yesterday. Believe me, I really wanted some relief, but I don't want to start things with forty year old George, or any guy, for that matter.
George came up with an idea to help my muscle tightening. "There is this couple who run a treatment center. I heard good things about curing your type of condition. I made an appointment for next week. Here's their card." The card was printed in black on a gray background. Large letters proclaimed "Maria and Jose. muscle relaxing specialists. Then, of course, the telephone number and address.
I was willing to try anything.
The day of the appointment, I dressed in my disguise outfit. You'll laugh, but I have to do it, otherwise girls mob me. You are thinking tough shit, but honestly it's something you'd never understand unless it happens to you. I just can't enjoy my Mustang convertible; I have to keep the top up and the windows dark. Anyway the disguise is a baggy coverall and a bushy moustache and dark glasses.
The treatment company was called "Lee and Lee". They had the whole top floor of an office building. I got off the elevator and it was pure luxury. Museum quality paintings hung in the outer area coupled with originally designer, modern furniture. No receptionist however. But even that lack was covered cleverly. I small TV screen flashed on and a woman's image appeared, she was quite beautiful. "Mr. Rootey. I'm ready for you. Just push the door open and come in."
This reception room was tiled in alternate black and white marble. In fact, the only colors were black, white and gray, that is why the woman's bright red caftan stood out so brilliantly. She tall and slim, her lustrous black hair was pulled back severely with a bun in the back. A single spackling ornament decorated her hair. She seemed like a dancer and I almost expected the opening chord of a guitar to accompany her stroll towards me. "I am Maria. Jose will join us shortly. Meanwhile, let me ask you a few questions about your physical problem. There is a glass of wine by on the table next to that chair. Please help yourself. It will relax you."
I sat down and told her that there was no too much to tell about my stiffening up in the legs. She listened intently, her lustrous dark eyes fixed on my face. I felt very drawn to her. Here was a woman with great power of personality coupled with willowy beauty. Her eyes held a promise of wild abandon.
I finished the wine. It was faintly sweet, and tasted more like prunes that grapes. I wildly thought of the term "sacrificial" wine.
"I will return shortly. There is a smaller room through that door marked with the gold numeral one. Kindly remove your clothing and rest on the examining table. I will meet you there."
I found a more hospital or medical appearing room, compared to the reception area. There were the usual examining paper that rattled as I sat down on it to remove my shoes and socks. Some sort of licenses were framed on the walls, one for Jose and one for Maria Mann. I guess they were originally from Germany, in spite of their Spanish names. A mystery, I thought.
I took longer than usual to unfasten my jump suit. My fingers seemed clumsy and I was generally lethargic. I didn't doubt that the wine must have had a very high alcohol content, or contained some drug.
Finally I was naked, except for my red cotton briefs. Why did I choose these to wear? They made me look gay.
I was drifting in that stage before sleep when I suddenly realized that Maria was standing next to the examining table. Her hair was no longer tightly pulled back, but cascaded to her shoulders. She smelled deliciously of lily of the valley. It seemed familiar to me, as if I had smelled it before many times.
"The stories about your legs have not been an exaggeration. They are really beautiful. The shape, the muscles, even the faint growth of hair are intoxicating. And those feet! The feet found on the statues of Greek athletes, strong, well shaped and arched. You make me quite breathless."
I was getting breathless myself. Lying on my back, my suddenly stiff penis was quite obvious in these brief underpants. She glanced down on my crotch and colored slightly.
I heard a rustle of fabric and her loose gown fell in a puddle of silk at her feet. She was naked. Her breasts were the shape that illustrators like Petty and Vargas has memorialized: a smooth slope from the breastbone and the under shape like an arc. Her nipples were large and red, like small penises. I wanted to immediately take one in my mouth but realized crazily that it would be like cock sucking in sensation.
I looked in her face. Her mouth was parted slightly, her nostrils dilated, and her slightly Asian, sloe shape eyes were shining like beacons. In one dancer's motion she rose up placed a knee on each side of my hip. I smelled her personal fragrance as her legs parted.
I was falling into deep passion, my actions almost automatic. I grasped her soft hips and pulled her upward. Her honey pot was directly over my lips. She looked down at me. "Frankie, my cunt is yearning for your full, pink boyish lips. Don't deny me any longer."
I extended my tongue and felt her trembling and could hear her musical moans. My tongue licked and tickled her clit. She was alternately squeezing her thighs against my head, blocking all sound. Then she would fling them apart. This girl was about to have a monumental explosion; drips of her dew bathed my lips and drew me into a frenzy of using my tongue like a prick, in and out. I longed to move her so she would be in a position for me to enter he, but she locked her legs tightly, seeking her selfish release. And then it came. She began cursing like a Spanish sailor and thrusting her hips in a fuck motion, trying to get all the sensation she could from my mouth. When she reached her peak, I felt her sag down on top of me. She had passed out from the intensity of her orgasm.
We lay them awhile. She roused herself and got up, grapping her gown she walk toward the door. Over he shoulder she cooed, "Thanks. Your cure is half accomplished. Meet my brother Jose."
The door closed. A young man, amazingly the male equivalent of Maria stood next to the massage table. His face was masculine, but still reminiscent of Maria's features. He had the same smooth, lean, hairless, incredibly smooth skin. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and it was fastened with a curious silver clasp. He was naked, except for a white towel around his waist.
"You are one hunky boy, tennis man." Looking down at my erection, he continued, "Maria has got you all hot and leaky. No? Perhaps I can help you out, and amuse myself as well."
"Yes," I hissed. "Suck me, now, and hard."
"Now now pretty boy, I don't do cock sucking. But I have a predilection you will learn to enjoy. You will find that your ass can bring you please you have been missing all these years, but not knowing it."
He pushed me on my stomach, lifted me by my waist into a crouch, resting on my knees and elbows. I felt that I was in danger. I didn't want to be "punked". My ass was off limits to a sex partner, but in my present condition of compliance from the wine and the intense stimulation I had enjoyed with Maria, made me weak and easily manipulated. He knew that, I am sure, and he began treating me as his property. He squeezed my ass cheeks. Pinched me, slapped the pear halves with a propitiatory attitude. He laughed in triumph.
"Tennis boy, you are an ass man and don't even know it. Your anis is kissing the air, it wants me, Jose to make it happy."
I moaned slightly in excitement. He was tapping into something deep in me. I did feel my ass lips puckering and I was thrusting slightly. He leaned down and blew hit hot breath against my ass hole. I vibrated with excitement. "Oh Jose, you are one stinking lousy bastard for what you are doing. I beg you. Do know humiliate me, don't even think about...you know."
"Do I know? Tell me what don't you want to happen?"
He coupled that last speech with a stroking of my ass crack. It felt so good, so exciting. I wiggled my ass like a whore, enjoying it.
"You don't want me to fuck you? Is that it? We'll see if this will change your mind." He leaned down and wiped his large tongue over my ass hole. I howled in passion. Then he narrowed his tongue and drove the point inside my ass, seeking my male clit. He found it and began a rhythmatic licking. My eyes were crossing from the feeling. My ass wanted something and I could not deny it.
"Tell me ball boy, do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"I can't hear you. Shout it out!"
"Fuck me, I want it more than anything in the world."
He laughed loudly and long, but as he laughed he slipped off his towel, exposing his plum colored weapon. It was large and thick. It scared the hell out of me. In a moment, before I could scamper off the table, he grabbed my hips in a vice-like grip and pushed the head of his cock into my ass lips. They kissed back. "You want this cock so bad. Your whole body is begging for it. Put your brain to sleep and let me take over."
He inserted his hot fleshy cock inside my hot passage, inch by inch. Each motion forward was a thrill to me. I was speechless and totally under his command. Soon his wiry pubes were against my tender ass cheeks. He wiggled a bit, seating it firmly in my ass. "You are mine forever. You don't know it now, but you will beg for a repeat performance."
He began a gentle motion, in and out. I think I was going into faints, then reviving as the sensations put me into overdrive. I was drooling and crying my passion. My tongue was hanging out of my mouth. I was a dumb moron in his hands. I had no ego, only need. But then something happened. I opened my eyes wide. I knew I was approaching my orgasm. My body was thrusting, my cock was dripping pre cum. Jose knew it, he could feel my ass vibrations around his cock.
"Okay boy, you have my permission to cum. I will feel it when you do and I will make myself cum with you, this will make you my slave, forever."
I hardly heard him as my body took over. I began screaming as I spewed long ropes of cum, at least five times I heavy my hips and shot. While this was happening, I felt Jose bathing my insides with hot man lava, his hoarse cries ringing in my ears.
I think a passed out at that moment. When I turned over, he was gone. Maria entered. She covered me with a cool sheet. "Sleep a bit my dear. Your muscle problems are over. Your only trouble with that your were suppressing your true bi sexuality all these years and that caused a revolt of your muscles."
End Part One