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 III
James Crawford woke up, finding himself on the same old bed he was used to waking up every day, in the same sleazy apartment, with the same rommates he lately had.
But this time, his waking up didn't make him upset that there were no more sweet dreams ahead for him, and he definately didn't moan at thinking what kind of boring, tiring, pointless day at the university was ahead for him.
He was actually happy and looking forward to the rest of the day.
For this was a special day.
He had agreed to pick hot tennis stud Rafael Nadal from his hotel room, and drag him all the way to Marat Safin's hotel, force him into giving up his big virgin latino ass to the towering Russian dick
He cheerfully got off the bed without troubling himself with tidying it up, washed himself (giving extra attention into cleaning his asshole), brushed his teeth, then put on some trivial clothes (they were going to come off soon anyway!) and walked into the kitchen.
His roomate Leon was sitting there, munching on some delicious-looking pancakes, while having an eye on his omni-present laptop, probably working on some of his usual cyber-crap. Leon was a very peculiar case; he was an exchange student from Brazil, and his tanned latino complexion, in addition to his black hair and eyes betrayed every aspect of his heritage. Not to mention that he was a super-stud, with a sculpted body that rivaled the attention from his cute button nose and his luscious lips. Having a body like that, it was hard to believe that Leon was actually a computer geek! That's what his studies was about, and his interests were focused around producing music and honing it through technological means. You see, he used to be in a rock group before leaving his homeland for a better chance at knowledge, but that didn't mean he would completely ignore his other love; music!
James considered snatching a pancake or two to empower himself before going off to his sweet sexcapades, but he knew that such a move would provoke a rage fist from his other roomate, the one who made the pancakes in the first place.
Jay, his other roomate, was an exchange student from Greece, and a great filmaker-wannabe. He had cute brown curls and evil, piercing ocean blue eyes. Oh, he also was Leon's boyfriend, and an extremely overprotective one at that! Snatching one of his precious Leon's pancakes could merit a death sentence in Jay's vicious hands if he was on a bad day.
"I know what you're thinking", Jay's evil voice was heard from inside the oven, as he reached for some other freshly-baked delicacy. "Leon needs all the energy my cooking can provide him today. Take that away from hm and you're dead like the Spice Girls' career." he stated in his usual drama-queeny manner. "Here. Have this, instead" he said, as he threw James a fresh cookie. "Now scram. Me and Leon gotta have a quickie before we're set off to today's bussiness. I guess we'll see you later, you horny bastard!"
"Goodmorning to you too." James said in an ice-cold voice, before heading for the door. Leon managed to give him a pancake-filled grin before a horny Jay climbed on the table and kissed him full on the lips, exchanging yummy sweetness between their mouths.
A little later....
Rafael Nadal started to wake up in his classy hotel room. His blurry eyes refused to open up, so he started adjusting to the feeling that the enviroment arounf him was giving him. The coolness on his skin betrayed that he had somehow kicked off the blankets during his sleep. A small sound was coming from around, as if another presence was in there with him. Then he realised the warmth and wetness around his raging cock, and respectively found out that he woke up because someone was giving him a blowjob! What a way to say "rise and shine"!
"Caray...!" Rafa whispered in an exasperated manner, enjoying the hot lips on his cock.
He felt the bed move, as his uninvited lover made himself comfortable, and the familiar wet feeling of a blow job. Nadal opened up his eyes and realised that the person that was devouring his cock was covered with the blanket he stole from him!
So Rafa sat up on his elbows looking down at the blanket where he saw a dark-haired head bobbing up and down. Rafa turned the blanket back to reveal a smiling James with his slutty mouth stuffed full of Spanish cock. Rafael just smiled back at him, letting his hands run through the boy's fine dark hair. James continued his exploring of Rafa's cock with his mouth; trying everything he could to make him and his cock feel good.
"Yeah you fucking bitch, suck it baby, suck it...oh yeah...mmmm. Chupame la verga, cacorro" Rafa said through gritted teeth.
Nadal was extremely hard, a mixture of his normal morning hard on and the sexual intensity that James caused in him. Rafa looked down at James' little round butt and wanted more of it. He picked him up from his dick turning the boy around and placing James' ass right on his face. Rafa spread the youngster's ass as he gently kissed his writhing little pink hole.
James moaned as he felt Rafa's fat Spanish tongue work its way inside him. Rafa's tongue wiggled inside the boy's butt as his strong dark hands squeezed the bitch's milky white cheeks. After fully rimming and lubricating James' asshole, Nadal pushed the boy onto his knees at the edge of the bed. He got off the bed standing behind the young man looking down in lust at the insatiable creature that invaded his bed. James wiggled his ass back at Rafa with superb sluttiness, as he knew what it would cause him to do. Rafa smiled and rubbed the head of his hard cock against the other man's pucker, and then forcefully drove his cock deep inside his ass.
James grimaced and grunted at the feeling of that hot tennis boycock stretching him wide. Rafa began mercilessly pounding away at James' tight ass gripping his waist and pistoning into his bowels. He began to lose himself in the pleasure he was getting from that multi-penetrated ass. He leaned down until his mouth was sucking on the back of James' neck, his cock still pistoning hard into James' butt.
"Ahh fuck me baby...fuck my hole you little fucker." James moaned as his idol carved a pussy into his ass.
Rafa was fucking with fury now overcome by his desire for a hot tight hole in the morning. Nadal was gasping for air as he rose up feeling the incoming orgasm. He slammed into James' ass once more sinking his entire cock up the young slut's ass, causing the bottom to scream out in pleasure. Steamy white cum began pouring into James, eruption after eruption of hot creamy tennis cum filling his young ass.
Rafa shivered and then collapsed onto James burying the older boy under his toned, sweaty and heaving body. The two laid there gasping for air.
"I'm sorry Mr.Nadal; I don't know what came over me. I just ... I just saw you sleeping there and wanted it so bad, so I climbed on your bed and started sucking on little Rafa" the slut said as he recovered his breath.
"Little zorra...Do I look like I'm angry at you?" Nadal smirked as he reached for his sweatpants, without moving over James' body.
Rafa could feel the other man's wet and sticky crotch and knew that it was spontaneous cum. Then the two of them got up and headed for the shower. Rafa chased James all the way there pinching his lilly white butt.
When they got out of the bathroom, having horsed around in the shower like teenagers, they found out that there was somebody else in the room with them.
Marat Safin was standing next to the door, his hands fondling his crotch through his torn jeans... "I'm so fucking horny right now."
"What's all this? We were supposed to come find you, not the ohter way round!" Rafa said in astonishment. He thought that he would prepare himself psychologically for gettins ass-fucked on the way to Marat's place, but now that the big Russian hunk was already there, he started feeling unready...
"Change of plans, pussy-boy." Marat said, winking to a grinning James. James started explaining to him:
"I though Marat could throw you a pleasant surprise and come here to tace care of you himself...and the fuck session on your bed, followed by a shower was a great way to relax you and your ass before the surprise!"
"Oh, I feel SO relaxed, thank you , you bastards!" Rafa groaned.
Then footsteps were heard from another direction, and Andy Roddick, followed by Roger Federer, walked in the room...completely naked.
"And we would be the surprise." Andy grinned evilly.
Thoughts and feeling of extreme panic started filling Rafa's brain, but Jame's hands massaging his naked back and a look at Federer's hairy horse cock was enough to make him horny...
"Alright blyadina; get on your knees and suck my cock... and make it good, boy, or else I'll have to spank your butt." Marat's orders, mixed with insults in russian, caused tingles to go down the Spaniard's spine.
So he eagerly lowered to his knees. He was staring directly at Marat's huge cock and enormous balls, who were peeking through the zipper on his torn jeans. The intoxicating smell of cock drifted over to him. Rafa's mouth suddenly went dry with nervous anticipation, as he was about to suck cock for the second time in his life, and a smile escaped Marat's lips, making the other spectators in the room also gleam with evil grins.
Marat towered above his new cocksucker and looked down into his eyes. "You know, all this time on the tennis field and I bet I have never seen such a big homo like you playing tennis. That big ass, begging to be fucked through those slutty shorts you always put on..." He grabbed his tree trunk at the base.
"I think he had always been thinking what it would be like to get stuffed up the ass. I even caught him looking at my crotch during one of our games." Andy remarked. James, on the other hand, decided to keep the spectators busy, so he dropped on his knees and started playing with Andy's and Roger's cocks.
"That's enough." Safin motioned to Andy. He wiggled his cock around to get some more blood flowing. It was gradually thickening and rising to attention. "Look at this big cock, you cocksucking bitch. Soon, it's going to open up your ass. So you might want to suck it and make it slick and ready first. It's up to you..." he said.
Rafa broke off the eye contact to stare at the hardening member he was about to put -again!- in his mouth. Sucking one cock wasn't about to make him gay, but sucking two? Being fucked up the ass? He was about to cross a line. And his greatest competitors would know.
Marat leaned closer and the tip of his cock brushed against the boy's face. "You ready?"
Rafa nodded, licking his big sultry lips.
Marat slapped his cock against his face. "That's not good enough. Are you READY? Bitch."
"Yesssss." The Russian cock slapped his tender cheeks several more times.
"For what?"
Rafa looked up at him. "I'm ready to suck your cock."
Federer smiled greedily, as his own cock was being jacked off by James. "Good, I want to see some cocksucking." James thought that Roger meant him, so he engulfed his daddy cock in his bottomless mouth with one swift move.
Marat's dick slapped Rafa several more times across the lips, smearing precum on his mouth. "Ok boy, open up."
Rafa's lips parted and the scary cock moved closer. For the briefest of moments he thought of getting up and running away but before that thought was finished Marat's cock was home in his mouth. The warmth of his meaty rod amazed Rafa once more. The feel of that rigid tool sliding between his lips was incredible. Marat continued pushing forward until his pubic hair tickled Rafa's nose. He eased back a little and then pushed forward. Again. He had the movements down solid like a man who was used to getting head from virgins...
Rafa looked up at him while his cock was still buried in his mouth. Marat arched his back. He had one hand on his hip while he lowered the other hand on top of his bitch's head. He helped guide Rafa's movements. "Otsosi, huyesos" Marat mumbled with a hazed look in his mother tongue, as another tongue took care of his monster cock.
After receiving several more thrusts, Rafa pulled back from his length. His hand gripped the shaft and began pumping up and down, showing him how wet and slick he made his shaft. "Encularme. Fuck my little ass!"
"That's up for ME to decide. Get that cock back in your mouth boy."
Obeying his word, Rafa and opened his mouth wide, slurping his tool inside. The rigid feel of his cock was amazing. There was no possible way it could have been any harder. Each forward motion of his head allowed Marat's big tool to slip to the back of his almost virgin throat.
Rafa could feel the bulging veins on the cockas they bumped past his lips. He took him all the way down until his nose brushed against his pubic hair.
"Zayibiz you little bitch! Stuff your mouth with my dick! Oh yeah, that's it. Man, you suck a mean cock. Keep it going. Don't you dare fucking stop." Marat encouraged him. In the meanwhile, Federer and Roddick were sharing a passionate kiss as James stuffed both their cock down his mouth.
Marat's eagerness made Rafa work harder to pleasure him. He applied saliva to fill up in his mouth and to moisten the rod that his mouth was hosting. Each time it pulled away from him, strands of spit would dangle from his lips. Then greedily he would swallow it back inside of him. As Rafa worked his cock, Marat began rocking his hips forward, joining his movements. Their routine continued in this manner for several minutes.
"Dammit, I'm going to blow this load." Marat suddenly said. But he couldn't cum before stuffing Nadal's ass and taking his cherry. So he motioned to Roddick;
"Come over here baby. Keep that mouth occupied while I open up his virgin ass, ok?"
Andy moved over to Nadal's mouth, pushing his erection through his slutty lips with no remorse. James Crawford had already taken care of his cock, so he wasn't far from blowing his load already. He looked over to Federer, who was now ramming his Swiss shaft up the Brit boy's incredibly user-friendly ass. Then he looked back at Nadal's face, and started raping his mouth so fast that his balls were slapping on the boy's chin with each thrust.
Marat, in the meanwhile, had different plans. "You. James." he motioned to the other boy, "get up there and lick his ass till he's ready to be fucked." The eager youngster squatted behind Rafa's spread legs without getting off Federer's dick, and started lapping at Nadal's brown hole.
After 20 thrusts or so, and while James was working Rafa's brown hole with his tongue, Andy pushed his head back and grasped his tool. He began vigorously jerking off above Nadal's half-opened mouth, who stayed in his position with the stiff rod only inches from his face.
It was the first time he'd ever watched someone beat off up close, and as fascinating as it was, he was more excited about the final result.
Andy's hand reached a fever pitch as it raced along his cock's length. His back curled forward as he was hunching over Rafa. It seemed like every muscle in his toned body was straining with the effort on his dick. "Oh yeah, it's coming. I'm going to cum all over your face." He groaned. "I want it on your face. Marat never lets me do that. I want to see my man-juice covering your faggot face."
Rafa watched him work his cock, the anticipation killing him. He wanted to be baptised in Roddick-cream.
"Yes. Here it comes! Oh god!" Andy's hand was clamped so tight around his cock that Rafa thought he was going to tear it off.
Rafa leaned forward and began lapping his tongue along Andy's sweaty balls. His cock was pumping hard in his hand. His mouth was now locked around Andy's hanging ball sack. He could feel it tighten and he instinctively knew that Roddick was going to cum. So he leaned back and opened his mouth, eager to receive the taste of A-Rod cum.
Andy bellowed with relief. "YES! YES! OH!"
Two blasts of cum shot out of his cock. The first one landed across Rafa's face. It was thick and hot. Immediately the second one landed right next to it and managed to drip into his eye. Reflexively Rafa closed his eyes tight and kept his mouth hanging open.
Everyone in the room could hear the squishing sound as Andy's hand slid across his increasingly moist member. Several more blasts of hot juice covered Rafa's face. One managed to land in his mouth. It caught him by surprise but immediately I closed his mouth and savored the taste.
Andy's cum was like the milk from heaven to Rafa. The taste was slightly sweet to him, with a tinge of salty goodness. But most importantly, Rafa felt like he had earned that cum. He worked hard on Russian and American cock and now his face was drenched in cum. Another man's cum.
Rafa opened his cum-soaked eyelids, reached out and grabbed hold of the cock in his face. "Let me do that." His fingers locked tight around the wet fucktool and began pumping with the same furious motion he had witnessed Andy using.
A-Rod leaned his head back moaning. "Yes! Oh fuck yeah! More!"
His cock shot more errant drops of scorching cum onto Nadal's hand and face. Andy looked down at him and commanded harshly: "Rub it on your face, you little gayfag."
Nadal did as he was told. Roddick's spent tool slid over his cum-soaked face smearing all that fresh cum into the sensitive skin of his face.
Andy looked down at him scoffingly. "Jesus dude! You're covered in my cum. How suitable for a previously closeted super-queer like yourself."
Rafael was so much into the cummy baptising of his face, that he barely noticed James getting his tongue off his ass, and that tongue being replaced with a hand. He then heard the sound of lube being squeezed from a bottle and a second later Marat's hand was massaging lotion into the crack of his big tight virgin ass.
One fat, stubby finger penetrated him. It might have hurt if Rafa was as virginal as he said he was, but ever since he had been a teenager, Rafael Nadal had been sneaking a finger or two up that melon-shaped ass of his for years in the shower. Rafa now realised that all that previous practice was now lessening the pain for him, and wished that Marat wouldn't tell the difference.
A moment later a second finger worked its way inside him. "Damn! This little bitch must have been poking fingers in his ass for quite some time! Look how easily my fingers slide in and out!" he could hear Marat chuckling from behind but he didn't want to turn around.
Mentally, Rafaeol took in what was happening to him. More importanlty, was was GOING to happen to him. Three of hunky Marat's fingers were now squirming around in his hot and tight shithole, getting him ready to turn his asshole into an entrance instead of an exit.
Marat clasped both hands onto Rafa's tanned hips and began rubbing his hot lubed rod against the sweaty melon cheeks of his ass.
"Hey," Federer said, as he rammed into Andy's white little ass, while Andy in turn was fucking the shit out of James. "You putting a condom on?"
"I wasn't planning on it." Marat responded. "That litle bitch needs to feel every inch of the cock I'm gonna plug him with. And it ain't like I fuck around with a lot of people" he laughed ironically, motioning to the orgy developing around him.
With that the tip of Marat's fat veiny cock penetrated Rafa's tight virgin asshole.
The most noticeable feeling was how hot that cockhead felt separating his ass-lips. Shortly after, the slick rigid rod slowly pushed into him. Rafa looked straight ahead at their reflections in a nearby mirror. Here was one of his greatest competitors in the court, pushing his cock into his once virgin ass. Damn, the media would have a field day if they ever found out about this! Marat was looking down as he eased his tool into Rafa and it amazed the others at the level of concentration he was putting forth. Rafa could tell that Marat was having as good a time as he was.
Rafa felt Marat's grip lift his hips up and then there was the tickle of pubic hair brushing against his sweaty ass. "Ok bottom-boy, I'm all the way in. How does it feel?"
It hurt like hell, but with pain there can be pleasure. And Rafa felt an immense surge of sluttiness as he realised for the first time that a huge, slick, Russian dick was lodged up his ass. There was another guy begind him and he had just put his hard dick in his ass, making him gay. Rafa looked into the mirror and saw with his eyes what he previously felt, and gave Marat a wink. "Is that dick going to just sit there or do you plan on moving it?" he said, as he licked his lips.
Marat laughed. "Oh it'll move alright. Just remember you asked for it." He began fucking him slowly. Rafa savoured the thought of letting a man violate his body and the thrill he got in return was just incredible. Marat's first thrusts were hesitant but several minutes later he got the rhythm down. Rafa could feel his movements and his moans of enjoyment. Marat Safin was clearly a man who just loved to fuck.
Rafa breathed in with his movements and enjoyed the feeling of the Russian dick going deep within him. "Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuckme fuckmefuckmeeeee!"
That urging got Marat moving faster and soon he was fucking Rafa like there was no tomorrow...or today...or even a yesterday, as a matter of fact. His meaty fingers dug in tight on Rafa's sensitive hips as he pulled him backwards with each motion. Rafa knew I was going for a ride that wouldn't be ending any time soon. He just hoped that his poor asshole was up for it.
Rafa did his best to keep his balance and eventually had to stretch his arms far out onto the pool table to prevent from toppling over backwards. He just stared at their reflections in the mirror. While Marat was providing him a nice deflowerment, the other three had made a nice all-way triangle. James was spread out on the floor and his legs were thrown around Andy's shoulders, while Andy was drilling him for all he was worth, with a power greater than that of his serve. In the meanwhile, Roger Federer was sitting on James' face, forcing him to rim his raunchy ass. Andy was completing the triangle by bending over and sucking Roger's cock, while he kept fucking James.
It was actually nice because Marat was doing all the work and all Rafa had to concentrate on was being fucked. The air was now heavy with their combined body heat.
Marat was pumping hard and breathing heavy with the effort. He had fucked many virgin assholes in his life, but none of them was a s tight as this winky hole. "Oh yeah!" He moaned as his fucking continued at a brisk pace.
Rafa's head was jerking forward and back - hard. He loved every minute of it. He felt like he was born to be a bottom bitch. And yet, what was going on didn't seem enough to him! He just let anything that came to my lips speak out. "Come on. Is that the best you can fuck me? Harder, you fucking commie stud!"
"Oh want it harder do you?" Marat smirked and punctuated this with a swift deep thrust that stretched Rafa to the limit. He could feel his cock penetrate deep inside of him, opening up a passage in places there wasn't supposed to be any passage. His asshole was burning. But he knew there might not be a repeat performance, so he wanted to get his full enjoyment. "More. Keep fucking me!"
Marat's reflection stared at him in the mirror. "Ok boy! Now my cock is really going to have its' way with you. When your ass still burns next month,just remember that you asked for it!" He followed this with some deepdrives that pushed Rafa to the limit. He could feel his flat and rippled belly press against his slick back. The pain and pleasure he was feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced with any girl. "This is how I fuck most bitches! You like it?" Marat said in the heat of passion.
"That's right. Just like that." Rafa was panting uncontrollably. Yes, he was his bitch so he decided to play the part. "Keep it going! Be rough with me baby! Fuck me!!!"
In response, Marat's huge hand WHACKED Rafa's ass so hard he jumped off the floor. It was followed by a second smack. "Come on bitch! Work your ass harder! Make your man happy!"
He was right. There was no denying that if anyone saw our position, Rafa bent over being fucked by this big stud they'd know who was in control. This realization made his own cock so hard that he thought I was going to cum without any other stimulation. Rafa started pushing back on Marat's cock as he'd ordered, countering his movement. His shaft rammed deep into Rafa. His heavy balls would slap against the base of his ass with each motion. WHACK! SMACK!
WHACK! SMACK!
Rafa's cock was ready to explode. He pushed a little back from the pool table and grabbed it - hard. Quickly, he began jerking off.
Marat watched my actions in the mirror. "You love this don't you, you little whore?"
"Oh yeah sir!" Rafa's hand was pumping away on his dick as the larger man rammed into him. Rafa knew he was only moments away. "Please, don't stop. I need you to keep fucking me." Marat laughed. "Oh you don't have to worry about that." He said as he kept pounding, harder every minute.
"Oh god!" Rafa moaned as a thick wad of cum shot from his mocha cock. Quickly it smeared across his hand as Marat gratefully continued pumping.
Marat moved his hands up to Rafa's shoulders. They were scorching hot andcovered with sweat. Then he reached down with one hand and grabbed him around the wrist. "Get your hand in your mouth bitch!" He moved Rafa's cum-covered hand to his astounded face. "I want you to lick all that joy juice clean."
Rafa accepted my own cum into my mouth and sucked hard on my fingers. He pretended like they were Marat's wonderful cock, that had been lavishing only some time ago. This time, Rafa's own cum tasted delicious to him. Their bodies rocked together.
"Oh you nasty bitch!" then Marat bellowed, "Oh God!" His fingernails were digging deep into Rafa's flesh.
Everyone in the room heard his howls of pleasure. Rafa added his own. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't stop!" The sound of their bodies colliding together punctuated the air.
At the same time, Andy exploded in James' ass, while Roger's cum started flooding his mouth. Federer's tangy ass juices were savoured by the youngster's tongue with lots of loving care.
Marat's breathing was hard in Rafa's ear as he moved closer. His hands tightened on him and they all knew knew he was seconds away. "Fuck! I'm going to cum!"
Rafa kept pounding back against him. "Then cum! Explode in my ass!"
Several short and furious thrusts followed. They were the actions of a man only moments away from orgasm.
His huge roar matched the relief Rafa was feeling from finally living out his unspoken fantasy. And with that, his virgin ass felt the first jolt of cum squirt from the Russian behemoth deep inside of him. It was followed seconds later by another. The liquid was hot and it felt amazing to have Marat's fuck-juice fill him up.
"Yes! Yes!" Marat shouted, each push sending more cum from his tool into Nadal. His final push left him deep inside of Rafa to squeeze out the last of his juice. He reached around and pulled him tight against him. His massive weight pinned Rafa to the table as he leaned forward. Sweat was dripping off of his neck and sideburns in a heavy flow onto his shoulders. His heart was pounding against Rafa's back and all he could hear was his massive breathing. He sounded like he had just run a marathon. Panting he said, "That was the best fuck I've had in years." He heaved for more oxygen.
Andy, James and Federer broke into claps. "Now you're one of us", Andy said.
"I don't think I'll ever forget this day." Rafa managed to say, devoid of breathing.
"I bet you won't" someone said, as he stepped out of a shadowy corner. It was Jay, James' roomate, and he had a camera with him.
"What the fuck?!" Marat protested. "Who are you? And were you filming all this?"
"You bet I did. All your delightful sexcapades are happily recorded, and you guys don't even think about smashing my camera to bits. All the footage has already been digitally sent to me boyfriend's laptop, and my dear Leon is currently uploading them to an even safer place." Jay said with a bored smirk.
"We...we were framed!!" Andy stood up in astonishment. "But...why?"
"That's not up to me to explain. I'm just the porn director." Jay said with an evil smile. "I'll let the original culprit explain the rest to you, and also tell you what you have to do if you don't want this footage all over the net." he said, as he opened the door to leave, and another tennis player walked in. Jean Micheal Gambill.
"Hello guys. I'm James' boyfriend. And you're gonna do whatever I tell you to, or your careers on the tennis court will be destroyed...."
TO BE CONTINUED...