Disclaimer: There's gay sex in this story. Lots of it. Yeah, it's consenting sex between males, so if you don't like that kind of stuff please don't keep reading! And what were you doing in this archive of gay erotic stories in the first place? If reading erotic stories (or just gay stories) is illegal where you live, or the laws in your country or region say that you are underage and shouldn't read such stories, then stop reading RIGHT HERE. I don't know anything about the personal and sexual lives of the tennis stars in this story, and every single sentence written here is purely fictional. I certainly don't imply that those celebrities are gay in this story, it's entirely a piece of fiction fluff. James Crawford isn't a real celebrity, but you guys can use him as a vehicle; imagine yourselves being into his shoes while reading this story and you'll certainly enjoy being fucked by all that truckload of famous studs!
Any comments and criticism about this story are much welcomed! Just e-mail me at: Mitsaso@gmail.com If you like my writing style you can check my other Roddick/Safin story "X-Roddick" or my current ongoing epic (lol!) named "Slutty X-Men"! They're here on Nifty (under the celebrities section) as well, so you won't have to look very hard for them. ;-)
WIMBLEDON SLUTS II
Marat Safin kept walking in circles around his classy hotel suite, dressed only in his ass-clinging undies, trying to reason with the feelings that were springing up in his mind and heart those last few days...
It was a fact that he had a secret affair with Andy Roddick, one that could destroy their status as tennis teen-hearthrob stars, and push them into oblivion, away from the spotlight, the fame, the money...
Not to mention that the sex was steamy. Just a few minutes ago, Andy was in the room with him. Andy had power-fucked the big Russian hunk's tight little pucker with no remorse, as Marat just kept begging and begging for more. After being introduced to the pleasures of man-to-man sex, Marat had discovered that he was mostly a top when it came to bed, but every once in a while he liked to be dominated and brutally fucked by smaller guys...Sweet little Andy and his cute tight body turned him on when Andy humiliated him and reduced him into a common male whore, grabbing his hair as he pistoned into him and asking him if he liked that big pole being rammed up his shitchute.
Marat walked in front of a large mirror in his bedroom, took off his tight undies and stood there with his ass facing the mirror's reflecting surface. He bent over, pried his meaty cheeks open and looked at his well-stretched hole through the glass.
A thick droplet of Andy cum oozed out of the light-haired asshole and treckled down Marat's thigh.
The sight of it made Marat horny again. His big monster cock sprang up, demanding attention, demanding a tight little hole to ram into and fuck into oblivion...
Andy wasn't around anymore, and to Marat's knowledge A-Rod was going to be unavailable for the next couple of hours, but Marat couldn't possibly wait that long for Andy to come back and satisfy his urges...
He needed some hot ass to pound into, and he needed it right now!
He thought of going to search for that hot little fucker that he and Andy rammed during the Wiblendon tournament, that boy named James or something. He was pretty sure that he wouldn't say "no" and that he would pose no threat to the secrecy of Marat's gay exploits in bed...
His best chance of finding James was returning to the crime scene, aka the showers at the Wimbledon facilities. He had seen James over there a couple of times after they fucked, so the boy had probably taken a steady job as a cleaning assistant or something... No matches were arranged for that day (since the tournament has ended) at the Wimbledon courts so the cleaning staff should be working big time in the facilities...the boy was bound to be there!
Marat just pulled on his tight pair of blue jeans without bothering to wear his underwear again...the weather was pretty hot and going commando made him feel slutty and available for sex at any minute.... Then he took a worn-out wife beater and slipped his sweaty, glistening torso in it. His muscles were all exposed now, and the tight wife beater barely reached to his belly button, leaving his toned navel, the lower part of his treasure trail, along with the point where it meets the beginning of his pubes exposed for the world to see.
"Wow, I look like a hustler or something... Good! At least this way, if I don't find that little slut to suck my cock dry, I could as well cruise for a trick at the streets...!" he joked to himself.
A little later, and after taking a cab whose very shocked driver was peeking at Marat's bulging jeans throughout the whole ride, the big Russian stud had arrived at the facilities and was now approaching the showers...at least, if he didn't find anybody to unleash his monster cock on, he could always have a cold shower there and cool off his lusty thoughts ofr a while.
As he reached the door to the showers, he could make out a few moaning and slapping sounds from inside...
"That's weird" he thought to himself. He peeked through the slit of the half-opened door and show something shockingly horny, and hornily shocking as well...!!!
Yes, James the cleaning boy was there. But this time he was being serviced by another big (in more than one ways) tennis stud!
James, that little tennis-slut groupie, was squatted over Rafael Nadal's hips, who was lying on the cold floor and had put his hands behind his head in a comfortable position. Nadal's tanned and fat cock was as stiff as a flagpole and sticking straight up, and James easily found his target as he lowered himself (and, consequently, his asshole) towards Rafael's young and veiny pole. He groaned loudly as he felt the contact between Nadal's precum-oozing cockhead and his hungry hole, and he pushed down as a desperate Nadal thrust slightly upward.
As he watched them popping through, Marat could tell that the sensation in James' hole was fantastic. Nadal's cockhead was tightly encased in the slippery flesh, and all he could think about was that he wanted to bury himself in there too.
"Ride that cock, bitch! How does it feel now that your cherry has been popped, huh? I can feel your ass losing its' virginity as it stretches more and more around my love-stick! Does it feel good, now that you're not a virgin anymore?" Rafael suddenly yelled out at the young man that was riding him.
"Y-Yes, Sir! I love the feeling of your cock in my virgin hole! I need you to fuck all the virginity out of me! Fuck me, ravage me, stretch my hole so much that anybody who sees it from now on will now that Nadal's fat cock had left his mark on that hole!" James said as a droplet of sweat treckled down his cheeks.
Marat smirked, trying to supress an incoming giggle-fest. So, that little whore had told Nadal that his ass was virgin? Rafael was probably too young to be really experienced about this so he couldn't tell the difference between an untouched asshole and a doubly-penetrated one, they all seemed pretty tight to him. Boy was he in for a surprise!
James flexed his muscled thighs and continued to ride down the famous tennis dick. Marat's eyes were glued to the junction of the two bodies; it was incredibly exciting to watch young Rafa's cock disappear into James' definately-not-virgin body as his own erection bobbed from side to side. His hands on his knees, muscles flexing, James worked his way up and down Rafa's shaft, producing the necessary friction as he rode that dick like a bitch in heat, grunting in obvious pleasure every time that Nadal's fat cockhead would hit his G-spot.
"You like it right there, don't you, you little slut?" Nadal suddenly said to the boy that was riding his cock like a rodeo attraction.
"Fuck yeah, Sir, that's the sweet spot. Every time you hit there I think I'm gonna shoot." James responded breathlessly.
"Every time I hit this?" Nadal said with an evil gleam in his eyes as he grabbed James' arms to stabilize himself and poked harder in that ass.
"Ooooh, HELL, yeah!" James groaned, as his own cock twitched. "I think that's my prostate."
"You never had a cock up there before, have you? I'm the first man who makes you feel like that, no? Who's your daddy, bitch?"
"You, Sir! Fuck me, Rafa, Sir! "Jaames groaned in response. As he rode, Nadal reached up and began to feel his bottom boy's hot, sexy body. His skin was stretched taut across the muscles that were in the process of receiving an intense sexual workout. He seemed to like it when Rafa massaged his pecs and began to pinch and twist his dark nipples, and he went crazy when the tennis champion lubed his hand and stroked his meaty dick, that was bobbing around doing nothing until that moment. It was already slippery from the precum that James was leaking out of the slit, and Nadal spread all that precum up and down the veiny shaft, servicing him with a nice handjob. As he stroked with one hand, Rafa reached down and tugged at the bottom boy's balls with the other, pulling the heavy sac down.
"Oh yeah, Sir, play with my nuts," James said, breathing deeply.
"Are they full of cum?" Nadal asked hoarsely. "Are they full of a big creamy load? They're as big as fucking tennis balls."
"Fuck yeah. I'm gonna shoot a big fucking load all over you, Sir!" he said, as he could feel his balls start to pull up against his body, preparing to pump their contents.
The combination of sights, sounds, smells, and feelings was overwhelming the bottoming man-slut, and he could sense that things were starting to happen in his body, that he was being pushed over an edge. He realised that he had Rafael Nadal's famous cock in his ass, the same ass that a few days ago had been stuffed by Andy Roddick and Marat Safin at the same time! That ass should be on a celebrity museum or something...!
As Rafa stroked James' cock, his whole body seemed to stiffen and he thrust his legs open even wider as he dropped down like a stone, burying all of Nadal's cock inside of him at once. A very fine initial spray of cum droplets shot out of his piss slit, raining down on Rafa's smooth, dark and rippling torso, mixing with the swaet that was already coating it. There was a short pause, and then a huge wad of sticky sperm jetted out, reaching Rafael's surprised face and coating it with cum all over his left brow, eye and cheek. A second, equally powerful shot hit Rafa straight on the mouth and made a mess on his lips, while a few of it mad eit to the inside of Rafa's mouth, who got acquainted with the manly taste of cum for the first time in his life.
Straight-acting Rafa would have complained about the sudden cum shower that was shootig on his face, messing with his manliness, but as James shot his load, his ass went into convulsions, and the powerful muscles lining his anal canal seemed to ripple along the length of Rafa's cock, which was buried deeply inside. This milking action was the last straw, and Nadal lost it; He roughly jammed the last millimeters of his cock into James' ass as he came long and hard. He could feel my sticky sperm pool above my head and then start to trickle down, coating the walls of James' ass.
"Whew, now that's a great way to start the day," Marat said, deciding to make his entrance. James indifferently leaned over to kiss Rafa's lips and taste his own juices, as a surprised Nadal tried to shoot up and look at the unexpected intruder. He probably knew that Marat was watching all along, and had put on a better show for him to watch.
"Oh, man! What the fuck are YOU doing here?" Nadal said in panic. He was afraid that his Russian antagonist would tell everybody about Rafael Nadal's tendencies to taste cum and fuck male pussies. And once the word that he was a faggot would go out, his career would end before it even started! "Please, please, it's not what you think! Don't tell anyone!" he pleaded, as he got James off him and kneeled before Marat, hugging his knees.
Marat glanced at James with the corner of his eye, and their eyes met in some sort of secret agreement. James just nodded at him, as he casually scooped some Rafa cum from his stretched-out hole and brought it to his mouth...
"Okay, pussy boy..." Marat looked down at a pleading Rafa. "You want me to tell no one...you give me the pleasure that boy give you!" he said with a bad accent and terrible English grammar that made James shiver with horniness...man, could this stud get any sexier?
In the meanwhile, Andy had left Marat's hotel room for some urgent bussiness...bussiness he never mentioned what it was all about.
He unlocked the door to the small apartment with the key he was given, and walked in the pitch black room. A small, interrogation-style spotlight was lit upon him just as he closed the door.
"Take off your clothes" a manly, commanding voice echoed through the dark room.
Andy, still spotlighted as the only visible thing in the whole place, subserviently obeyed to the mysterious voice.
The unknown man watched as the blonde tennis hunk stripped from his clothes, removing his jeacket and tank top first, revealing his flat belly and erected nipples. His eyes were looking at the floor and his look was that of obedience, but his body language betrayed that he was getting off on that game of dominance.
"Pants too." the strange man said. Andy unbuckled his baggy pants and slid them down his smooth-skinned, blonde-haired legs.
"Get rid of those fucking boxers. Leave your boots on though." the voice commanded harshly.
Andy turned around sluttily and slowly took his boxer briefs off, revealing his smooth and curvy bubble butt inch by inch to the mysterious spectator. He was really putting on a great show!
Suddenly, the room was filled with blinding light, and the man that had invited Andy to that apartment and had commanded Andy to do all those things was revealed!
Roger Federeer was almost naked, spread comfortably on a big armchair. His sexy stubbled face had the look of a sexual predator, his furry chest was covered in sweat, and one leg was casually spread over one arm of the chair, giving full access to his cock and balls, who were barely hidden underneath the worn-out jockstrap he was wearing, as well as the fuzzy hair that was peeking out of the small part of his crack that was exposed to Andy's eyes. With one hand he held the remote control to all the lights in the room, while with the other he slowly fondled with the pouch in the front of his jockstrap.
"I knew that I wouldn't regret it when I made that bet with you" Andy commented as he drooled watching Roger reaching with his hand up to his chest and pinching a nipple.
"You wouldn't regret it? But you lost that bet! We said that whoever would win the final game and the Wimbledon trophy would have the right to turn the other one into his bitch and sexual slave." Federer questioned as he tossed the remote on the floor beside him.
"Yeah, so I lost the game, I lost the tournament and I became your sexual slave. I knew from the beginning that it was a win/win situation" Andy grinned.
"Why don't you get over here." Federer said as arched his back on the armchair and spread his other foot over the arm, giving Andy more access to his grotch. Reluctantly, but almost hypnotized, Andy crawled towards the armchair and found himself on his knees in front of his sexy, hairy and sweaty tennis nemesis.
When they made that bet, Andy was sure of his victory at the Wimbledon final, and the idea of bringing an all-slutty, all-subservient Roger Federer to Marat's bed as a present seemed intoxicating to him at the time. However, Andy found himself unable to compete with Roger's superiority at their profession and now he had to enjoy his time as a cockslut slave without Marat finding out...or else, their already troubled relationship would surely come to an end!
"What you waiting for, faggot, take my jockstrap off," Federer's sudden command cut through everything Andy was thinking. Even forgetting that he had called him a faggot, Andy was so turned on by this guy's hairy body, his enormous bulge in that jock and his cocky attitude, that he immediately started doing what he was asked to.
Andy slowly took down the elastic band of Roger's jock, feeling underneath the hard muscles of his lower abs. He had a line of muscle running around his hips...this guy was just totally jacked. Pretty soon, he raised up off a bit and Andy had Federer's jock around the middle of his hairy, muscled thighs.
"Holy shit!" he thought to himself as he saw Roger's big veiny cock, that was glistening with precum as it erected to its' full 10 inches. As soon as Andy got the jockstrap around his knees, Roger sort of used his legs to get it around his ankles and then kicked it off to the side. Grabbing Andy's wrist, he led his right hand to his growing cock.
"Jack me, stud," he said, smirking with nastiness. "You've jacked yourself off plenty of times thinking of my big, fat cock up your cute little ass, so you know how to do it, right?" Andy smiled back and grabbed his thick tool...He was surprised at how thick and hot it was, and although he had done much more with cocks than simply fantasizing about them, he still watched in awe.
"Lick the head," Federer quickly cut Andy's daydream short. Almost in a trance, Andy did as he asked. Then he looked back at him for instructions. He had a commanding, almost mean look in his eye now. "Again, you stupid whore!," he said.
Andy started licking Roger's fat and angry cockhead. Pretty soon he was told how to lick the underside of Roger's now vertical cock up and down, and then the sides. Throughout all this he said nothing, he only grunted with lust as he just watched Andy clean his cock with his tongue. Andy found that it tasted hard and soft at the same time...it was warm, but it had this strength...Andy was totally in heat by now, and salivating like crazy. Federer's monster cock was glistening with Andy's spit, and the mushroom head had taken a red color.
"That feels so good," Roger commented. "Now...suck my dick, faggot," he said and put his hands behind his head, getting as comfortable as possible. Andy jumped on it, and the head slid into his small mouth, between his full and moist lips. He started bobbing up and down on the shaft, showing Roger that he was certainly not a begginer when it came to cock-sucking.
Andy was in heaven and couldn't get enough of this tough guy's hot cock. That's what really got him off in this whole slaveboy scenario...the fact that he was a slaveboy and Roger was acting so tough. Andy believed he was pretty fit himself, but it felt like Federer could turn Andy's face into a punching bag if he felt like it. So being dominated by this hairy, manly man was all the more arousing for Andy, and the fact that he was cheating on an even bigger and manlier man that was waiting for him back at some hotel room, ready to be fucked up the ass again like a little bitch, made him feel like a dirty little slut,and grunt around the big cock he was munching on.
Andy took more and more of the hairy dick into his wet mouth, but it was getting all the harder. This guy was unbelievably huge, and Andy thought that his cock had grown even larger while in his hot little mouth! His jaws really had to spread now...he had moved up, and his forehead was almost touching Roger's ripped abs, but still, he could hardly get that dick in his mouth. It wasn't as fat as Marat's, but it must have gotten at least 11 inches long by now...and taking it all in seemed a very diffucult feat even for cocksucking champion Andy Roddick.
"That's it...fuck yeah bitch, you're my fuckin' cocksucker now," Federer said. Hearing him say that made a chill run down Andy's spine. Then Roger put his hands on the back of Andy's neck and pushed his head down the enormous cock. Andy's jaws stretched impossibly, and then the head rammed up against his throat.
A-Rod choked and pushed off against those massive hairy thighs, but it was like trying to push a wall. His eyes were soon in Roger's thick pubes as he started getting desperate for air. Then Roger sort of released him, allowing him to push back and breath in. "Hey! Keep sucking, bitch," Roger said. "ogh fuck yeah..." he moaned as Andy resumed slurping on his dick, "Didn't know you had such a fuckin' slutty mouth Roddick, or I'd have turned you into my personal cocksucking little whore long ago..."
The blonde stud-puppy just continued sucking on the angry head of the larger
man's dick, waiting to see what he would do next. It didn't take long before he rammed his cock way up his throat, choking him again...this time pulling Andy down by the ears. "Shit yeah! Fuckin' love hearing a cocksucker choke on my meat...choke on it, faggot! Shit, Roddick, I bet you always wanted to suck me, you little fucker, all those games we had against each other, you must have been fuckin' checkin' me out all the fuckin' time...keep at it, boy, you're doing great...fuuuckk...fuckin' better than any cocksucker I've had, Roddick, thanks a lot faggot...you're doing just fuckin' great..." he kept talking as Andy put all his technique into use and starting sucking his brains out through his cock, getting himself off on anything the hairy man with his cock up his throat said.
As he kept sucking and slobbering on the big yummy cock he was treated to, Andy slowly looked past Roger's abdominal muscles, past his manly, furry chest and into his piercing eyes and shit-eating grin. He looked at Andy with a mixture of lust, contempt, and power, making the blonde slut nearly come when he saw that. Andy sort of smiled back at him with his cock stretching his tight and fat lips impossibly. "Watch your teeth cocksucker and bob that dumb little head up and down my meat...you'll fuckin' get your prize soon, girlyboy." he said, giving Andy a light slap in the butt. That just about did it for Andy, it brought him over the edge. He started sucking up and down that monster cock as much as he could, the only sounds in the room were Andy's slurping tongue and Roger's occasional grunts and curses.
Pretty soon, Roger had Andy by the hair, and dipped his head all the way down to his thick pubes...A-Rod was just about out of air, but then he felt Roger's body tense up and his already monstrous cock expand in the confined spaces of Andy's mouth.
"FUCK YEAH! Eat my fuckin' cum, you sick homo!" Roger barked, forgetting about who the homo would be if he had lost that match the other day. "Drink it all down, bitch! Don't let that creamy delight get wasted!"
Poor Andy had no choice...with Roger's cock stretching out his throat, he knew was the boss was...and very soon, Roger came once, twice, three times... "Open your throat wide, fag! You better swallow every ounce of my fuck cream, dick lover." Then he suddenly pulled out and shot once in Andy's wide open mouth and then twice on his sweet face.
Even in his fucking sessions with all-macho-stud Marat, Andy never felt so degraded, but at the same time hot...Roger wiped his cock off on Andy's chin and pushed him away with his knee. He looked for a second at the blonde tennis star he had just humiliated, with his magnificent chest expanding and contracting, a light sheen of sweat over his hairy muscles. He took a rag next to his armchair and threw it in his new bitch's face.
"Wipe your face, dicklicker, you're covered in cum like a cheap whore." Andy did so, then watched Roger get up off the armchair, realising that he was still mostly hard. Almost without thinking, Andy reached for his neglected, rock-hard cock and started jacking off...but an angry Roger kicked his hand away from his grotch.
"Forget about it, bitch. Today, you're gonna cum without touching that cock."
"And how, pray tell, are we going to accomplish this, Master?" Andy said playfully, and the way he said the word "Master" sent a tinge of animal lust over Federer, making his seemingly spent cock stand tall and proud again.
"Simple; I'm gonna fuck the cum out of your ass, you little shit. Now bend over!" he commanded.
Roddick was embarassed as hell, but he also was still really turned on, especially by Roger's dominant attitude... Hearing Roger's voice telling him to bend over and take it like a good little bitch, all thoughts of resistance (if they existed in the first place!) flew out.
"You like my cock, bitchy?" Federer asked as he slapped his cock on Andy's pale ass cheeks.
"Mmmmm yes, I fucking love that cock...Please fuck me with it! Fuck me like the bitch I am!" Andy responded in a slutty stupor.
"Show me how hot you are for my cock, you fucking queer.. Put your arms on this armchair and stick that fine girly ass of yours in the air."
Andy just looked over his shoulders with a wicked grin, almost wanting to make his master angry.
"Do it!" Roger commanded angrily to his disobedient bitch.
Andy decided to go with it (he was majorly enjoying it,anyway!) did as he said. Roger turned, bent over, rested Andy's arms on the armchair, and stuck his ass up. Andy had never felt so vulnerable and exposed, and he really liked that feeling. Soon he felt Federer move behind him.
"Stay still, slut. Don't move too much. I promise you that this will hurt anyway."
Andy felt Federer's meaty thighs brush against his hamstrings, and then sort of push his legs apart, exposing him and his dilated anus even more. He placed his left hand on the small of Andy's back, and then lightly slapped the blonde bubble ass with his right, making A-Rod buck back a bit.
"Damn...no tan lines, Roddick. Nice. You've got a better ass than most tennis players I've fucked..." Roger said this sort of smirking, and it made Andy feel really great to hear him compliment him like that, although he was supposed to be just a little cock-choking fag for him. Not to mention that the mantion of other tennis players intrigued Andy's curiosity...
However, Federer's commanding manly voice dispelled all those thoughts..."Bitch...don't move a lot, like I said. Just take it. Don't make me snap your fucking back in half," he said, and the possibility of being beat up by this all studly man made Andy's back shiver with arousal.
Federer grabbed the base of his massive tool with his right hand and slapped it on Andy's golden ass cheeks a few more times, then ran it up and down his slightly hairy crack. Pretty soon it found the magic hole... Andy felt like he was totally submitting to Federer, this cocky football stud, and it turned me on like hell! Federer started applying pressure to the puckering hole, and in heat, Andy decided to complete his submission to him. He locked down his legs and pushed back against him.
"Awwwwwww that's so fucking good...just take it, faggot," Roger said curlty, and with one rough move he pushed the spear-head of his cock past Andy's experienced ass. Andy gasped in shock and pain, since Federer's cock was probably the biggest he had ever accepted into his slutty fuckhole.
Roger was sort of applying pressure to the small of Andy's back with his left hand, which forced him to arch his back like a cheap whore. Then, with another push, he shoved several more inches of his thick cock into Andy's tight ass, driving the air out of the poor bottom.
"Ooooooow this fuckpole is too fucking big! Please take it slower Master... I could use my ability to walk properly in my next tennis matches, you know..." Andy said ironically.
Suddenly, he felt Roger's hand come down between his shoulderblades and shove his face into the soft armchair. Roger had gotten really angry by his bottom boy's audacity! That wasn't supposed to be how an obedient cockbitch talked to his master!
"Listen cocksucker, I'm gonna fuck your ass MY WAY, whether you like it or not. Got it bitch?" he asked in a harsh manner and jammed another half-inch or so of his cock into poor Andy, just to make his point. Andy gasped for air again.
"Goddamn! What a fag...fuckin' tight hole, faggot. It's pretty tight for the total cum whore that you're gossiped to be. That pretty boyfriend of yours don't fuck you enough? Is this why you set your cock-hungry radar asshole on a manlier, better tennis player, with a bigger lovestick? Is this why you're here right now, you pussy boy? I'm taking what's mine, bitch . Now fucking relax, and you'll love the feel of my big hairy cock in you, dumbass. Gonna turn you into a total fuck pussy, shithead, whether you like it or not...so just take it, faggot. I'm gonna carve a pussy so big out of that boyhole that Safin's dick will be too small in your ass everytime he tries to fuck you!"
Those words of Federer cut into Andy's mind, and sent that chill all over his body...a mixture of fear (that his hole would stretch so much that Marat would find out about his cheating), admiration for that macho bastard that was fuckinh him and doing wonders for his sex drive, and lust for the giant Swiss cock pummeling into his tight pussyhole.
Soon, he felt the Swiss cock inch up his ass again, but this time slowly, and erotically. Andy was still in a lot of pain, but this was one of the most horny, and degrading things he had ever done. Usually, it would be Andy that would talk dirty to his lovers, like he did to that boy James the other day, or like he did to Marat every time he would get to dominate the bigger guy into submission. Soon, he felt Roger's black pubes scratch his smooth ass-cheeks. "Great!" he exclaimed. "Fuckin' own your ass now, Roddick. Remember that every time you meet me at a tournament again, before you even think of having a chance to win over a man like me."
Andy moaned, nearly shooting a load when he heard this cocky stud say that. Federer waited a couple of minutes until A-Rod's ass accomodated his girth... Then, Roger set about doing what he said he would. He started pumping into Andy's ass, at first in shorter thrusts, but then he long-dicked him with no remorse, really driving his hips into the armchair. Andy started moaning and grunting like a bitch in heat, driving his ass back to meet Roger's thrusts. "Fuckin' liking it yet, you dumb pussy-boy? Shit! Should have taken your ass years sooner, boy...got a hot tight whorish hole like that, should have owned it since you were a teenager, cumrag!" Roger yelled as his hips kept making their sexy slapping sound against Andy's sensitive buttcheeks.
But the arousing humiliation it didn't end there. Roger played with Andy like a doll, twisting him around until he was sitting down, and Andy was sitting on his cock, legs splayed out, his own cock sticking up in front of him. Still totally ruling Andy's body, Federer put on a fucking storm of thrusts, moving his hips unbelievably fast... But all the sounds in the room for about five minutes were the incredibly loud slams of his hips against Andy's tender ass, and A-Rod's uncontrolable moaning, which Roger forced out of him with his pummeling cock or by playing with his low-hanging balls with one hand while sinking the fingers of the other in Andy's smooth waist, or grabbing his neck softly to emphasize his power over him.
Andy clenched his anal muscles on every out-thrust, making him much better by doing that.
"Fuck yeah! Do it, Roddick, make my cock feel good with your pussy, you gay cockslut. Shit! I fucking knew I'd own your ass, you fuckin' little wimp-boy cocksucker. Now you know how it feels to take a real man's cock, and don't fuckin' forget whose cock you felt more intensively up that ass, bitch! Safin might have taken your charry first, but I opened a fucking tunnel in your butt, made you my fucking bitchboy, take it, yeah, feel taht cock in your pussy hole..."
Roger kept his barrage of trashtalking throughout his rough fuck. Soon he yanked his cock out of Andy, and basically dragged him to the floor. He had Andy kneel and plugged his mouth some more again, this time totally taking his dick out, past Andy's lips, and then slamming it in again all the way down my throat, skull-fucking him for all he was worth. After a few minutes of face fucking, Roger grabbed Andy by the hair and dragged him out on the balcony, where anyone passing by could look out and see them, maybe even recognise them! He roughly slapped him around a few times and plopped his aroused body on the floor. Andy almost came, reminded again of this stud's immense physical and sexual power over him.
Federer's muscles were slightly flushed with red from the exertion of his superfuck, and his whole body was covered in sweat, which shone and made him all that more sexy. "Tell me what you want, cunt!" he yelled on purpose to scare Andy that someone might hear them and come out on their balconies to see what the fuss is all about. "Say it and beg for it, you cumrag!" It took no time for Andy to answer, careless if someone saw them and recognised that it was tennis superstar Andy Roddick who was taking it up the ass and exhibiting it as well.
"Oh my god, Master, please, PLEASE fuck my ass, man, I fuckin' want your fuckin' amazing beer can cock up my ass, fuck the shit out of me, you sexy beast!"
"You got it, you dumb pussy!" Roger barked back with a proud smirk on his face, and slapped Andy again, ordering him to open up his slutty legs. Andy did so and Roger knelt on the floor between his slut's knees, his proud and rigid cock jutting aggressively upwards.
He grabbed Andy's ankles, raised them until his ass was up in the air. He looked down a spit a few times on his cock, then jammed into Andy mercilessly, causing him to moan like a bitch in pain and pleasure.
"Fuck yeah! You fucking take my cock NOW, any way I give it, faggot!" he screamed at Andy, fucking into him like an animal. Andy relished the mixed feelings of ultimate pleasure and degradation he was experiencing. He reached over and felt the amazing tension in Roger's contracting and expanding abs as he slammed his cock into his slutty ass. Soon, though, Roger put his ankles on his sweaty shoulders and bent over Andy, pinning his wrists down to the floor above his head.
"Ready man? Ready to take my hot cum up your pussy you wimpy excuse of an athlete? Huh? Do you want my sperm to shoot up your ass, breeding you like a whore who can't afford condoms?" He asked, sort of smiling. Andy started to answer, but Roger answered for him...
"Oooh yeah, I KNOW you are, Andy...fuckin' take it man...take my cum up your ass! You're fuckin' MINE! Hot-DAMN!" Federer exclaimed, as he started shooting strings of creamy spunk up Andy's well-fucked anal cavern...but his stream of trash talking, the feeling of his fucking Andy, and the feel of his masculine, amazing body on him as the cum started filling his ass rushed through Andy like a man-killing wave...
Andy screamed as he shot way over his head, and then harder than he had done before, all over his stomach and chest as his most-hated rival came loads up his slutty ass...Roger's eyes bore through Andy's as he unloaded into him. "Fuck you! Fuck you, Roddick! Take it! YEAH!" studly Roger screamed in victory as he finished spurting in Andy's ass-pussy.
Roger rested over him for about a minute, while Andy lapped at his shoulder, tasting the sweat that had accumulated. Soon he pushed up off him, and looking down, slowly dragged his softening cock out of Andy, who sighed at the sensation of his Master's cock leaving his body.
But Federer was not done here. He inched his way over Andy's sweaty body, still kneeling over him. "Clean it, cocksucker" he said, and Andy gladly did. Then he sort of wiped his cock off on Andy's lips and hair and nonchalantly walked back inside the apartment. Andy got to see this superior stallion walk away from him, his latest conquest, towards the bathroom, his rippling backside playing as he strutted away, and he realized he had just been marked as Federer's total bitch.
"Why are you even thinking about it? You already down on your knees! Just suck my cock bitch, and no one will have to know that you like guys." Marat proposed to a kneeling Rafael Nadal.
"C'mon, it's easy, you remember how I did it, don't you?" James Crawford encouraged his tennis idol into becoming a cock-loving hooker.
Nadal looked up at Marat's smirking face, then back at James' sheepish grin and finally at the growing bulge in Marat's super-tight pants, that made it clear that Safin wasn't wearing any underwear. Suddenly the idea of worshipping another man's cock dawned as something extremely arousing on him, so Rafa's hands reached for Marat's big bubbly cheeks as he kissed the big Russian stud's exposed belly.
"Yes, that's it, gooooood boy, worship that body." Marat encouraged as he felt his cock stiffening in his pants, who were beginning to feel too constricting for a manhood like his.
Rafael used his tongue and teeth to play with the happy trail of hair that continued under the belly button, showing the way to the big (literally!) prize. His sneaky hands slipped under the waistband Marat's jeans and kneaded the smooth melon cheeks, as his teeth attacked the front side of the waistband, trying to pull it down without unbuttoning it.
"Wow, you must really want that cock, don't you boy?" Marat asked, as he pushed him a little aside and fumbled with the buttons himself, freeing his cock from its confinments. "There you go. It's all yours now."
Rafa looked with awe at the enormous Russian dick in front of his eyes, drinking the sight of it and burning it in his mind before burying it in his already salivating mouth. That dick was the full package. Ten inches, fat, with a good load of veins adorning it, and a big, helmet-like cockhead that had the same color as the shaft of the cock. It was a really beautiful cock, that would make proud every man that had the privilege to suck it, and the beefy celebrity stud that came with it was only an added bonus.
Nadal leaned in to lick the head of the cock, but Marat grabbed its' base and swang it around, slapping Rafa's cheeks with it, while poor Rafa kept trying to catch it with his tongue and give it a good lapping...Marat just kept teasing Rafa and slapping his greatly desired cock against the younger man's face, as he kept missing it with his mouth. In the end, Rafael managed to think more clearly and aimed for Marat's balls, who were just hanging there and not moving at all.
As Rafa wrapped his lips around one of Marat's low-hanging nuts, Marat aknowledged the slut's victory and stopped swinging his cock around, settling for tea-bagging the previously straight boy with his well-endowed family jewels. Rafael sucked the first nut into his welcoming mouth, then slowly pushed it out his his tongue and sucked in the other one.
Carefully and gently fondling Marat's furred balls in his hand, Rafa leaned forward and ran his tongue up the length of the hard cock in front of his face. Musk, spice and just a hint of sweat, a strong male flavor that filled Rafa's mouth.
The 18 year old Roland Garros champion ran his tongue up and down the thick Russian shaft several times and tried the taste of male cock for the first time in his life, to the accompaniment of moans and softly whispered words that were half in English and half in Russian, pronounced in a very strong accent. He wasn't too sure what the larger man was saying, but it sounded fucking hot. Then, he reached the crown and sucked the tip into his mouth, running his tongue under the man's foreskin in a smooth quick circle as if he was rimming it, and he tasted a few cheese that had been left there after the last time that Safin had cum. Marat gasped and shuddered under him, feeling the tip of his cock sliding into Nadal's virgin mouth.
"Fuck yeah! That feels so good! Are you sure that you have never done that again, boy?"
Nadal didn't pay too much attention to what Marat was babbling, but when he looked up at his face through his eyelashes, the older man seemed to have an expression of enjoyment on his face, so he didn't stop. Instead, he gently used his lips to push the cock's foreskin back, exposing the lightly flushed crown. He licked at it and sucked down on it, mindful of his teeth. Then, taking a deep breath and consciously relaxing his throat, Rafa leaned forward, letting the long thin cock slide down as it passed his suppressed gag reflex, all the way down his throat until his nose was buried in curly pubic hair.
"Oh my god! He took it all down! He must be a natural in this!" James gasped from the surprise of seeing a previously straight stud take a big cock like that all the way down. He started playing his his dick, that had once more come to full attention. This sight was way beyond hot!
Marat shuddered and his hips gave an involuntary jerk forward, but strangely enough, Rafa was ready for that. Letting go of the taller man's balls, Nadal reached out with both hands until he found Marat's. Then he drew them to his head and gently tangled them in his long, dark hair. He pulled back his head, letting the hard cock slide back out of his throat and breathed in through his nose, then he slid back down on it again, taking it in all of the way. And paused.
It didn't take very long for Marat to pick up his intentions and the fingers in his hair clamped down only a little tighter as those narrow hips began to pump. Slowly at first, but than faster and faster as the man began to fuck his face. Rafa licked with his tongue and sucked in with his cheeks even as he concentrated on timing his breathing with the cock sliding out of his throat. He knew that this was his first time sucking cock, but he didn't want to ruin this extremely good impression he had made by choking on Marat's dick.
Using his hands, Rafa gently fondled Marat's balls, rolling the furry sack in his hands and tugging on it slightly. This caused another babbling flood of broken English and Russian to pour from the other man's lips and Rafa liked the reaction. Feeling a tad bold and cheeky, he reached with one finger and rubbed against Marat's perineum, pressing against the outside of his prostate.
"No! Leave that to me, if you please!" James suddenly exclaimed, and walked behind Marat's beefy ass, yanking his unbuttoned jeans all the way down.
James groped with both hands this gorgeous, muscular ass in front of him and kneaded the melon cheeks, sneaking peeks from the pink, blinking asshole hidden in the deep cleft of Marat's gorgeous beefy ass.
"It's calling out to me" James whispered, and dipped his face in the cleft of Russian ass, soaking the whole musky crack with saliva and dipping his tongue in the puckering butthole every once in a while. Marat, astounded from the combined sensation of having a mouth on every one of his two most sensitive spots on his amazing body, started grunting and cursing in his mother language.
"Uuuuuuhhh daaaaaaaa. DAAAA!," Marat groaned as Jimmy's tongue moved between his ass cheeks, expertly rimming his rosy sphincter. He had gotten so hot that he contamplated grabbing Rafa's head and skull-fucking him with no remorse, but all that motion would make James' tongue lose touch with his now slick and spit-dripping male pussy. So he just placed one hand on Rafa's head and the other on James' hair, and he kept his hands there aprreciatively, like a father complimenting his two sons for being such good cocksuckers and ass-eaters. Both heads jept bobbing up and down, working wonders on his cock and his musky shit chute, and Marat just didn't know if he could keep up like this anymore.
Now as Marat's ass cheeks were hanging relaxed, James was expertly rimming the whole length of the hairy cleft, up and down. Again and again, marat felt the tiny wet tip of the eager tongue poking at his not-so-virgin ass lips, and he started craving the feeling of a big fat cock up his manly ass again, taking him like the great bitch taht he was, putting him into place and teaching him that just because he looked manlier and he was bigger and taller than most, it didn't mean that he couldn't stick his ass out and bottom like the best of them.
Gradually the tight ring of muscles loosened even more and James used all his expertise in order to make this big hunk of a man have an anal orgasm. The wet vibrating piece of flesh probed deep inside the sphincter, but left the gaping ring in frustration when he moved again away for a tour of rimming.
"Oh shit ... that feels fucking hot, "Marat almost yelled when he was butterfly kissed inside his ass. His feet now stood on the tip of his toes while he tried to spread his buttocks even more.
Now James allowed his tongue to dig deeply inside the opening sphincter, tongue-fucking it as if his tongue was a big, fat, pulsing cock.
"Oh yeah ... oh yeah .. don't fuckin' stop!" Marat howled in lust, trying to impale his ass on James' vibrating tongue. As his melon-shaped buttocks were still spread apart, Marat felt his insides heating up. His ass was on fire, and his cock was ready to blow up and leave a truckload of cum all over the room.
With his cock hitting bottom in Rafa's throat, and James' tongue lodged up entirely into his stretched-out ass, Marat was suddenly brought over the edge.
The first river of cum shot through his piss slit stright down Rafa's throat, baptising the young player's tummy with manly seed. With one swift move, he slipped his cock out of the boy's ajar mouth and grabbed him by his long hair, forcing him to keep his jaw open like a cheap porn-star and rake the other heavy loads into his mouth, then on his flushed cheek, then on his forehead and eyes. Soon, Nadal's face was covered in jism, and the boy had to keep his eyelids closed so that the hefty load wouldn't get in his eyes. For all he knew, it could burn like a fucking shampoo.
James had risen on his feet, massaging Marat's ample butt-cheeks and kissing his sezy mouth from right behind him. Breaking the kiss, Marat gave a last instruction for today to his new cock-slut;
"Get down on your knees and clean his face with your tongue."
James did as he as told, and soon he was lapping the creamy cum from Nadal's eyes and forehead, then he went lower and kissed him passionately, sharing the yummy treat with the previsouly virgin to those stuff champion.
"Here" Marat said, as he threw a card on the cum-stained floor. "Now that your mouth's virginity taken care of, you will need someone to pop that cherry in your sweet ass as well. If you ever feel like it, call me." Then, having dressed himself up, Marat made his impressive exit.
"I would definately take him on that offer" James said as he got up and put his shorts on. "He can fuck ass like the best of them. He plowed my ass so hard that he stretched it out like some 50 year-old whore's pussy." he smirked, remembering that sweet and pleasant night. Then he walked to the door, eager to get out and maybe catch up with Marat.
"What do you mean, "plowed your ass"?" An dumbfounded cum-soaked Rafael said, as he sat on the dirty floor naked, sweaty and panting... "...so I wasn't the one that broke in your cherry?"
END OF CHAPTER TWO
****************************************************************** Hope you liked it guys! Send me your opinions at "Mitsaso@gmail.com". Tell me if you have something to comment on these pairings (like, continuing the Andy/Federer subplot in the story, or taking Rafa out of the picture, etc)...I'm thinking of using Feliciano Lopez in the next chapter...his ass on that naked picture I found looks amazing, and his face looks cute enough to shower it with cum. :-)
Oh, and a small request. If anybody knows any nasty words in Russian, could he/she possibly e-mail them to me with a translation? I want to have Marat cursing viciously next time I put him in a sex scene, so the larger vocubulary I get to know, the better the scene will come out! :-)