TENNIS FUCK from the Files of TABOO TOPICS (714) 240-8480
The smell almost overpowered me. Between his legs, I got the heady aroma of man, aroused, hot, and sweaty. I nuzzled under his balls, and he reached down to caress the hair on my chest. God, I loved his cock! It was big, red, and throbbing as I took his passion even higher.
I had Roger down to his watch and the lucky medallion around his neck. I got him to sit on the arm of my couch, sprayed over me like a man eager to get his rocks off. My tongue inched closer and closer to his asshole, and as I did, his breathing got faster and faster.
Ever fall in love? With a movie star, maybe? An athlete? I fell for a tennis pro. Roger looked so great in tennis togs--he was a warrior-Adonis, a real demigod, a tanned stud piece in white cotton.
Tall and rangy, he blew my mind when he dropped his racket and bent over to pick it up. His back was to me, and I got a 50-inch screen's worth of a bubble-butt in tight shorts and a big bulge between his legs. Like Michael Jackson, my hand automatically went to my crotch.
That guy was hot! With tousled light-brown hair and a good, mascu- line face, he was handsome enough to be on the cover of "GQ." His trim belly, narrow hips, and monster bulge were enough to get him on the feature pages of a fuck magazine!
I was in love! I hopped into the Ferrari and drove down to the col- iseum, where the tournament was. I had to see that guy in the flesh.
In the coliseum, in real life, he was even hotter! I had to have him! I saw one of my gay friends.
"Look at that guy," I murmured. "Is he hot or what?"
"Too bad," said my friend, "he's straight. Happily married. Pure hetero."
Damn.
But on the other hand, inside every man is a core of lust. If you can cut through to that molten core, he'll go down to his lowest denominator--at his lowest level, every man is ruled by his balls.
I had to get through to him. I had to get him into his balls.
As an executive in the movie industry, I have credentials that get me past guard lines. "Welcome, Mr. George," they said. "Didn't know you were a tennis fan."
"Just want to meet Roger," I said. "We might have a project for him." They let me into his dressing room.
He was showering when I walked in, so I walked right up to the stall and looked in. Magnificent. Under the cascade of water stood my dream-man! My gaze went straight to his crotch.
I looked at a root that made my knees weak. It hung from between his thighs like a big sausage, almost like a red rubber pipe! Even wrinkled and dripping wet, it burned into my brain like a cattle- brand. I was in love!
He saw me. "Well, hello, Mr. George," he said. "What can I do for you?" One of the benefits of working in the movie industry is that anybody gets goofy when they think they might get into films.
And I get them in!
"I wanted to meet you," I said. "We might have something you would do well in."
"I do have a tennis career, you know," he said, "and right now I'm in the middle of the tournament."
"Oh, this would be something outside tennis," I said, "wouldn't interfere with it at all."
He stepped out of the shower. Stark naked. He picked up a towel and started to dry himself off. I tore my eyes away from that erotic sight and started on my plan.
I pulled a hip flask out of my coat pocket. It's filled with White Lightning--pure grain alcohol. "Let's have a drink," I said, "as a toast." I handed the flask to him, and he took a big swig.
"God!" he coughed. "What is that stuff?"
"Mint tea," I joked. I put it to my lips, but I didn't drink. I wanted my head clear.
I knew the alcohol would hit him in a couple minutes, so I waited. When I saw him smile, I made the first move. "That's quite a body," I said. "You could get a job as a male model."
"Yeah, tennis keeps me in shape," he said.
He smiled again. "The wife likes it." He looked at me. "You Hollywood people are sure open with the way you talk."
"Hey, it's natural, isn't it? I got a cock, too. So what?" I looked at him. "And I bet you jack off, just like everybody else does." He snickered. "But you don't tell the wife about it, do you?"
He blushed a little. "No," he said slowly.
"And look at that," I said. "Talking about it is giving you a hard-on!
Look at that big thing climb!" Saying that, of course, made it even harder, and in no time, Roger stood before me with a full-on erection.
"Oh, shit," he said, "how embarrassing."
"Embarrassing, hell," I said. "It's natural. Look. I'll touch it. What's so horrible about that?"
He sucked in his breath as I gripped his peter, and since we had been talking about sex, and he was standing naked, his dick was highly sensitive. I jacked it just a little, and he stiffened up.
"Wait, don't," he gasped.
Then I pistoned it, clutching one just-fleshy-enough buttock, and I pulled him toward me. Before he could protest--or even figure out what I was doing--I got him in a grinding kiss. He was so shocked, he opened his mouth,
To my delight, after a couple seconds, he didn't fight me anymore! The combination of awe in meeting a studio executive, the alcohol, the pleasure in his prick, and the added surprise of a man coming on to him put Roger off-balance!
I gave him a bear hug . . . and he hugged me back! I was ecstatic! I had cut through to his libido sooner than I thought. This boy was gayer than he realized.
I bent down and traced my tongue up and down the valley between his pecs, and I stroked his cock even harder, feeling wet drops of pre-cum spurting from the tip. This wouldn't take as long as I thought.
Dropping to my knees in my suit and tie, I burrowed my head into his groin and lapped the precum from his piss-hole until he shuddered. My scouring tongue then slathered all around it, and I finally deep-throated that big thing.
He let out a long, low groan. "Jesus God," he moaned, "who'd ever dream . . ."
I teased the big vein throbbing on the underside with my diddling tongue, then bobbed up and down on his cock, giving it a good stroking. I got him! His blessed release hit him, and he gushed out a blistering white spuzz. His knees collapsed, and he fell back onto a chair.
As he lay in a smoldering heap I stood up. I tossed him my card. "Come to see me in my office this evening if you can," I said. Then I left.
I wondered if he would show up, if his new orientation would stick. He showed up, but not as I expected. He brought his wife with him.
"Roger told me what you did to him," she snapped. "I wanted to be here when he confronted you!"
"You really confide in each other," I said quietly to him" That's good." Then I turned to her. "But he has discovered his most basic drives. That's not anything I did to him."
"That's rot," she hissed. "He's not queer! "
I reached down and fondled Roger's crotch. He already had a hard-on. "Take your hands off him!" she yelled, but I undid the buttons of his shirt. As he emerged from it, his chest was as magnificent as I had seen it in the shower.
He wore a large gold medallion on a chain. I thought it looked horny.
"Roger," his wife gasped, "what are you doing'??"
"Evelyn," he said in steely voice, "I crave this! It has nothing to do with us!"
He had huge nipples, and they jutted out like control switches. I pinched them.
"All right!" his wife shrieked, and she reached over and unzipped his pants! I was amazed. He let his pants drop, and I was amazed again--he wore no underwear. He had come prepared for action.
But then she started ripping off her own clothes. "Okay, Roger," she screeched, "let's see what you really want to fuck!" She was getting naked for him!
I realized his balls were in my court. I peeled off my shirt and dropped my pants. Both Roger and his wife opened their eyes wider.
My cock is my best part. I've got ten inches, and it's so fat, you can't close your fingers around it. She wiggled her ass unconsciously when she saw my cock, but Roger's mouth dropped open.
Naked, I moved closer to him, seized his dong, and started jack- ing it. He was staring at mine. "Look at that cock, Roger," I said in a low voice. "What would you like to do to it?"
He reached down and grasped it. "You smell so sexy," he grunted. He croaked like a frog. "I love that. I love it."
I fondled his balls, and I bent over to his ear. "Suck it," I hissed, "suck it!"
He did! His wife was naked by then, and she was a well-built bitch. But he turned his back on her and knelt in front of me! He gave my cockhead some quick loops and nibbles with his tongue!
His wife shrieked in fury! He tickled the hair of my testes, and goose-pimples rose all over my body.
He took my erection in his sucking mouth and literally steamed my meat with his hot breath. It sent thrills through the length of my prong.
He sucked my manflesh as I had done his, and he even did better! He drove his tongue into my slobbering piss-hole. I thought that was a great touch!
His wife went nuts! "Roger!" she screeched, "this is outrageous! What's come over you?"
At that moment, I got my gun. I moaned with lust, in delight, beg- ging him to keep sucking. I clawed toward my orgasm, finally spending a great spurt deep down his throat.
His wife got to watch my cream spurt out the sides of his lips, and when he stood up, strings of jism dribbled over his chin. "Dammit, Evelyn," he grunted, "you would never do this for me!"
Before she could do it, I played my trump card. "Bend over the couch," I ordered him.
"Huh?"
"You heard me," I growled, "on your belly over the couch!"
"Hey, I don't want no fuckin'--"
Don't worry, don't worry! Just bend over!"
He did. His handsome buns jutted out at me, and as I knelt behind him, I spread his cheeks apart and stuck my tongue out to diddle around his butt-hole! A rimjob is something you can't take. A few moments of that, and your sex drive is at forest-fire strength! He choked in his breath in a great hiss, and he trembled with lust. When my tongue snaked around his filthy brown asshole, he went crazy.
A rim-job can make you so goddamn horny, you have to fuck something, and that's what happened to Roger. "C'mon," he mut- tered, "FUCK ME!"
I decided to make him realize conclusively where his sex-drive came from. Rather than mount him, I got up from the rim-job and sank back into a large lounge chair, my cock sticking straight up in the air.
Roger turned around, his eyes glazed over with lust. Seeing my reclining body and my big penis, he moved over to me. At the last moment, I looked over at his wife. Now she knew the truth.
Holding onto my abdomen, his feet on either side of my hips, he fitted himself onto my dong with a loud, passionate sigh. His spit-drenched opening pressed against the bloated head of my wang. I reached down to guide him in a little, then I fondled his pouch, thrilling at his prodigious, puffed-out nuts.
He lowered himself down onto me, and after the first pain of my big cockhead bursting past his anal ring, I slid into him like an overhand volley slamming into the backboard. Roger was so fucking horny, he hunched his hips up and down on me, skewering himself on my upjutting cock.
My time had really come--I closed my eyes as the orgasm began to build in me. He screwed his sleek athlete's body onto me, his slender hips and washboard belly down and up, moving his butt in a circular motion at the same time. The guy was a natural talent!
He slipped his porthole around my shaft like a leather racket-cover gliding over the handle of a prize tennis racket. His rigorous physical training not only drove me crazy because it made his body look spectacular, it also turned him into the best humper I've ever fucked.
I could feel his rectum-muscles rippling around my salami as he stroked me up, down, and ail around. I heard my blood throb, rushing through my veins to my boner, racing frantically to the tip of my meat-sheathed pecker.
Tirelessly, like a madman, he continued to hump me, breathing in erotic, deep, rutty gasps. The friction was so intense, I leaned back against the upholstery and chanted, "Roger, Roger, Roger!"
Finally, my brain spun into sensual overload. My coming only seconds away, his insides spasmed around my cock. He seized my tool in a vacuum, a vivacious, delicious suction.
He cried out, "Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!" louder and louder, every time he propelled himself down onto my meat. And I'll be a son of a bitch if he didn't come first! From being fucked in the ass!
His salty/bitter jism (I knew what it tasted like) shot out of his cock onto my belly and chest! He was really coming, a blow-out of sperm, and his boner spurted hot come-juice in long, thick arcs.
He automatically reached down to stroke himself, mindlessly milking that handsome weapon of its life-giving fluid. But he awed me--he had come without touching it, just from my fucking his ass.
With a roar, I gripped his buns and plowed into him fiercely. I screamed with yearning, rutting lust, in ecstasy. My hips jackham- mered upward, no longer in control from my brain.
At the peak, the very exquisite point of the unbelievable rapture, I finally spent deep inside him. Feeling my rush of pleasure (and my cream up his butt) was enough to get him into another spasm, and he deluged me with more white juice.
Shuddering, murmuring his name again, I filled his hole with creamy liquid candy fresh from my balls. I wriggled, and waves of unbelievable pleasure consumed me completely.
When it was finally over, we trembled as our bodies slowly wound down from the insane heights we had reached. Our breathing was in gasps, and it slowed to mere panting, then to slower breaths.
We looked into each other's eyes. It had been wonderful--we were powerless to do anything but obey the cocks between our legs. I don't know how long that orgasm lasted, but it was one of the longest of my life.
When we looked over at Evelyn, her expression surprised me-- she was aroused, not heartbroken--and I realized we must have put on quite a show. "God," she said to Roger, "watching you get fucked really turns me on."
He gave her a sweaty smile.
"From now on," she said in a low, gritty voice, "I'm going to bring home guys for you. How would you like that?"
I suddenly realized that Evelyn had no reason to dump Roger when she enjoyed a millionaire lifestyle. Her best interest was to adapt to the new scheme of things.
Roger thought for a moment. "Yeah," he said. "I'd like that."
She left us then, and after we had rested up for a few minutes, we got back into it again. The scene where he sat on the corner of my couch and I came up under his balls led to more sexual activities. We never did talk about him "getting into the movies." I think he realized that my interest in him was from below the waist.
And he liked that.