The night of 30 August, 2005 did not appear to be a memorable night for Andy Roddick. Having just lost in three tiebreak sets to an unknown European player in the first round of the US Open in New York he was too ashamed to even leave the locker room for a press conference. Instead he spent more than 2 hours, almost the same length as his match, sitting on a bench with his head in his lap. No one dared speak to him and even those who had finished late matches or who had stayed late practicing didn't even attempt to go near him. He was at a loss emotionally and physically. He finally summoned enough energy to get up and undress to take a shower. Usually after a match Andy would find himself alone in the showers with enough time to leisurely palm one off. His opponent, a young up-and-comer from Luxembourg, was an attractive guy and at the beginning of the match Andy thought about how much he would have loved to pound his ass after an easy first-round win. Andy loved cock and he loved to thrash a guy right after a bout on the tennis court. Since Jan Michael Gambill he hadn't found many other players to fuck around with. Roger Federer was too much of a pussy. Rafael Nadal, who had a fine piece of Spanish ass, had a face that Andy couldn't stomach. And Marat Safin was injured far too often for Andy to depend on to be at certain events.
But here we have our dejected hero naked and alone in a shower stall at the USTA National Tennis Center rubbing his tight and toned body. A body he often found arousing even to himself that at that time he found inferior and worthless. Tight abs, juicy nipples, rock hard ass, everything he looked for in another man he already had. He rinsed his hair and ended the shower rather abruptly, taking his towel and halfheartedly wiping himself dry. Towel across his arm he walked naked back to his locker. Upon opening it he grabbed another towel and laid it across the bench and let himself lie down. Rather than covering his exposed genitals with the other towel he covered he face and lay there motionless and alone in his thoughts. He paid no attention to his exposed glory which remained soft and hidden, much like himself at that moment. As the minutes past no one ventured into this area and Andy slowly began to regain his composure. Maybe realizing that his game had not improved in recent months and that his love for the sport was waning he made himself a silent pact to focus more on improvement.
Almost instantaneously his cock began to rise in acceptance of his mind's accomplishment. Nearly 8 inches of proud American cut cock stood proud amongst a clean and trimmed set of pubes and perfectly shaven balls. Andy was one to groom his genitals and was proud of what he thought was an almost perfect manhood. Andy cupped his balls with his left hand and rubbed his right thumb over his cockhead. He started to moan softly through the towel that was still covering his face. His muscles bulged and his dick throbbed as Andy began to slowly stroke his prick to ecstasy. Pumping his fist up and down his shaft Andy lay there in supreme pleasure. His right hand moving up and down his erect penis from the base up to its pulsating head. Precum began dripping from his cock and his left hand moved up and wiped it off and up to his nipples. Andy enjoyed rubbing his precum all over his sensitive nipples almost as much as he loved someone tweaking and pulling them as hard as he could. Andy was a whore for pain; he loved to cause discomfort and pain with his lover and to feel immense pain himself. He moved his feet up to rest on the bench as he lay there causing his asshole to become exposed. Andy moved his left index finger to the entrance and slowly circled his finger around his manhole. His dick pulsed and throbbed around his right hand as it continued up and down his shaft. From underneath the towel covering his face Andy was softly moaning continuously. While he believed himself to be alone he didn't want anything to draw attention to what he was doing. His lithe and toned body fully naked and exposed to anyone who would enter the change room was being given the full treatment by his own right hand. Andy was known in many private circles to be strictly a top when it came to fucking often found himself craving an anal invasion of his own sphincter. Quickly Andy repositioned himself with his feet on the ground and removed the towel from his face and sat up. He moved towards his locker and speedily grabbed two items. First was a jar of Vaseline that he kept for emergencies and second was a hairbrush he had often used as a makeshift dildo. He wished he could keep his own 9-inch dildo in his tennis bag but a few months ago the ATP Tour had found a thief among professional tennis players and Andy didn't want anyone to know of his secret. Greedily he spread the lube over the handle of the brush and leaned back down. Surprisingly he recovered his face with the towel and went to apply lube to his aching manhole. For five minutes he fingered his asshole with one finger while ignoring his throbbing cock that began leaking precum again. When he knew he could handle a second finger he inserted his middle finger along with his index finger. Having done this many times before he knew where all his sensitive spots were and he proceeded to fuck himself with his two fingers. His dick throbbed and his body lay still waiting for its treat. He leaned further back to expose more of his pink hole before he vigorously shoved the brush handle into his ass. He half screamed and half moaned as he did this knowing that any pain would give him more pleasure. He began fucking himself on the brush handle. He abandoned all apprehensiveness and began screaming and moaning in pleasure. Andy Roddick was stroking his aching mantool while he fucked himself silly with a hairbrush.
He took a moment and stopped, relishing the thought of what he was doing: openly and violently masturbating in the middle of the locker room at the US Open. His naked body was wet from his shower and from the sweat his body was producing. The smell of sex filled the room and his cock continued to throb repeatedly. The handle of the hairbrush was giving him pleasure but he wished it was fuller and thicker and throbbing like that of a man's cock. Andy loved to abandon his aggressive and macho nature in order to beg for a fuck. He loved to be called a whore and slut and to have his man shove him around. He thrust the brush deeper inside his asshole and screamed out incoherent profanities. From deep within his body he could feel his balls pull in and his orgasm rush through his body like a rocket. In a blur his body jerked and his cock exploded. Shot after shot of his manjuice erupted from his 8 inch dick. Cum covered his entire torso and his cock still throbbed wanting more. The brush fell out of his ass and Andy felt empty. With barely any effort Andy picked the brush up off the floor and threw it into his locker. With one swift movement of his arm he slammed the door shut and forgot that he was lying there completely exposed, except for his face still covered by a towel, with pools and puddles of cum all over his bare chest. He was spent, he had exhausted all of his energy and he decided to close his eyes. He drifted off to sleep in the same position aware and indifferent towards the consequences of someone finding him.
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