When we left Andy was lying on a bench in the far corner of the Arthur Ashe Stadium locker room completely naked except for a towel covering his face. His body was drenched in his seed after having an amazingly hot jerk off session following a devastating first round loss at the US Open. He had fallen into a deep sleep with such a powerful orgasm and he didn't even notice when a fellow top five player arrived early in the morning for a quick practice session -- although not of the kind he was first expecting!
Lleyton Hewitt loved an early morning start where he could arrive at the venue before most other players and get a good feel for the hard-court surface. Wearing a pair of Diesel jeans that framed his ass perfectly and a pair of flip-flops Lleyton took a quick tour around the locker room only to find Andy's naked body lying rather enticingly at the end of aisle. Without realizing it Lleyton was grabbing and rubbing his bulge though his jeans while eyeing this beautiful spectacle of male flesh. He wasn't too sure of who it was exactly. He could the rhythmic breathing which proved that whoever lay in front of him was asleep. Lleyton stripped off his shirt and let his jeans fall down around his ankles as he moved closer to Andy's body. He jumped back when he realized there were pools of fresh cum all over Andy's torso and he was afraid that it was just a mean trick and that he was about to become victim to some cruel game. His apprehension didn't last long and he bent over and scooped up some fresh jizz with his finger and spread it over his lips as he started working his dick through his white briefs. He sucked on his finger as he used his left hand to rub and pull on his rapidly expanding cock. Not knowing who owned this perfectly toned and incredibly sexy body made Lleyton even hornier. Without realizing he reached down again with his entire palm and brought the fresh cum up to his mouth. He ran his tongue all over his tongue licking up Andy's seed energetically. Lleyton pulled his briefs down so that they were just below his balls and he tilted his head back and started using both fists on his 7 inch shaft. He pulled his foreskin back and used his thumb to stimulate the head. He loved having an uncut dick and loved having a guy pull on his foreskin. Lleyton stifled a moan and let his cock erupt sending jets of his sperm all over Andy's torso. He sucked on his finger and tried not to bite down on it as one of his most overpowering orgasms rushed through his throbbing shaft. He could hear footsteps and noises approaching and he pulled up his briefs and jeans and ran off towards his locker without even thinking about revealing the identity of his silent partner in masturbatory crime.
The noise startled Andy as he heard both familiar and unfamiliar voices and he felt the fresh and warm puddles of jism on his torso and thought that he had only dozed off. It surprised him that he took so long masturbating last night that it was already approaching 9am. He gathered his belongings and threw on a pair of mesh basketball shorts without underwear and a tank top without bothering to wipe off the fresh cumstains. He rushed out of the locker room without even bothering to notice if anyone was giving him any weird looks. There was an obvious bulge growing in his shorts and Andy Roddick was just too horny to care. Andy raced over to Armstrong Stadium where Andy's least favourite American compatriot, Taylor Dent, was playing his first-round match. He paid no attention to the score and raced up to an empty broadcast booth. The door was unlocked and the lights were off but Andy's cock throbbed in anticipation. Andy stepped into the room and was in the midst of locking the door when he heard a voice say "Where the fuck have you been??!!" Andy didn't seem surprised but just moved closer to the familiar voice, "I'm sorry, sir," he explained, "I didn't sleep last night after how terribly I played." "You best be sorry," Andy's partner seethed moving closer to Andy and smacking him forcefully. Andy knew better than to resist, this relationship had been going on at every Grand Slam tournament since the 2003 Australian Open. No one but these two players knew of the secret rendezvous' that took place during early morning matches in broadcast booths of every major tennis stadium in the tennis world. It was an outlet for Andy's need to be dominated by an inferior player. When Andy played his game there was no one who could beat him. But since his heroic US Open win in 2003 Andy's game was in a definite funk and he wasn't quite in the mood to be dominated like he was at this year's Wimbledon when these two spent the entire women's final locked up in a private Centre Court fitness room stretching Andy's sphincter.
A ray of light passed through the slit in the blinds and suddenly the pale complexion and beautiful blue eyes of Andy's Scandinavian fuck buddy were exposed. Jarkko Nieminen was an up-and-comer from Finland who had approached Andy in Melbourne more than 2 ½ years ago with such cockiness and sex appeal that Andy was on his knees begging for Jarkko's 9 ½ inch thick uncut cock. Andy began undressing as he noticed that Jarkko was already completely naked except for his tennis shoes and socks. Andy peeled off his top and could feel the cum slowly leaking down his abs. Jarkko moved forward and laughed sarcastically at Andy: "Couldn't wait for the real thing, eh? Had to pull a load off all by yourself, huh?" He took his index finger and collected a generous amount of liquid off Andy's torso and brought it to his lips. Almost immediately he realized that it was not Andy's own seed that he tasted, he knew it was someone else's. And he was fairly certain he knew exactly who the fresh load belonged to. He smacked Andy again and glared at him. "You fucking American cunt, your ass is going to be ravaged by my superior prick!" Jarkko threw Andy on the floor while Andy was in the midst of taking off his shorts. He fell forwards and heard Jarkko laugh and closed his eyes before feeling two fingers start rubbing lube all over his tight pucker. He felt the lube that Andy had used with his hairbrush and knew that Andy had been busy before coming to see him. He grabbed his own pair of dirty briefs and gagged Andy with them and propped him up on his hands and knees and proceeded to thrust his throbbing organ into Andy's willing and unwilling ass. Andy loved the pain but preferred to have it given to him slower at first so he could build a rhythm. Jarkko kept slapping his ass as he thrust his 9 and a half inch cock deeper into Andy's manhole. The Finn did not moan or grunt as he fucked Andy harder and more vigorously than any previous time before. He reached under Andy's body and grabbed his right nipple, just as erect as his throbbing dick. Jarkko pulled and tweaked the nipple as Andy writhed uncontrollably beneath him. He kept thrusting his cock in and out of Andy's hole with such force that it was hard to believe that no one could hear them. There was not much noise outside on the court; the crowd was obviously not very interested in the tennis. All of a sudden Jarkko pulled his throbbing cock entirely out of Andy's ass and practically threw him across the room. He commanded Andy to stand up and bend over by the window as the spread Andy's ass apart and continued to violently fuck Andy like the whore that Andy truly was. Jarkko was not normally one for taunting and yelling but he began shouting "Take my fucking cock you goddamn piece of American cunt. I am fucking your slut ass like the whore you really are. Beg me for it you fucker! BEG ME! Tell me I am better than you. I am a better and bigger man than you!" Through the gag Andy only moaned and groaned as his ass was being completely torn apart. His own cock was throbbing and it ached so badly and desperately needed immediate release. But Jarkko was thrusting and fucking with such force and tempo that every time Andy tried to grab his cock his body was jerked back with such force that his body was being thrown into wild and painful ecstasy. Without a word of warning the Finnish stud exploded and erupted in Andy's ass and bit into Andy's neck to prevent himself from screaming. He bit and sucked on Andy's flesh and damn well nearly drew blood. His body quivered and he released his death grip on Andy's body and let the American tennis star drop to the floor. He gathered his clothes and quickly put them on winking at Andy as he slipped out the door.
Andy sat there completely naked and removed the gag from his mouth. He looked as if he was in between fits of giggles and weeping. He didn't even notice that his abs were covered in his own semen and that his ass was convulsing. His body was shaking and he knew that it was absolutely the best fuck of his life.
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