I fucked a famous tennis player

[Genjinokimi]

So, this is part 2 of Diego's trip to Roland Garros, the road trip with Marcel.

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Marcel noticed my instant boner in the car, caused by Tsitsipas message (and my dirty mind), and with a dirty smile addressed it:

- A simple text caused that tent in your trousers? – I quickly hided it with my hands and laughing nervously answered:

- Yeah.

- They must be hot and the sex must have been good, for you to be like that so quickly. But no need to be ashamed my friend, it’s normal… The same person causing that is the one that caused you being late yesterday?

- Yes ahah… - I answered automatically, I was hoping he wasn’t going to ask any more questions, but he continued…

- So, how did you manage to find someone to fuck so quickly?

- Tinder. – I quickly said. Thank god this excuse came to me rapidly. I wish I could tell Marcel I had fucked Tsitsipas, because that gorgeous ass was all I could think of and all I wanted to talk about, but I had to control myself. I knew he wasn’t queerphobic as we showed a lot of support to Kasatkina (a Russian and lesbian tennis player) when she came out after the war had started. But Tsitsipas is in a relationship with another tennis player (Paula Badosa) and I didn’t want to jeopardize any of that. Marcel knows a lot of people in the tennis world and could open his mouth to the wrong person and ruin not only the relationship but also my chances of being with Stefanos again.

- Very well, my man, happy for you. Are you guys meeting again?

- I don’t know man, I’m not from here, it’s gonna difficult.

- Maybe he can go and meet you in Barcelona. – when he said this he looked at me. I was speechless. How did he know it was a he? – What? Am I wrong, wasn’t a man?

- You’re right…

- I knew it! To go for sex right away like that! And I bet it wasn’t tinder. – in this moment I though I was going to vomit. – It was grindr! Come on, admit it!

- You’re right, it was grindr.

- Happy for you man! Sex is so good, everyone should enjoy their sexuality freely, give and receive pleasure instead of repressing their desires.

- You’re right… thank you, it’s good to hear that.

- For sure, for sure… - Marcel said this while turning the music a bit louder and we both went to a comfortable silence. We broke that silence a few times during the first day of the trip by commenting things we would see on the road or our bets and opinions about the upcoming tournament.

At dinner time we finally stopped to rest for the night. Marcel had booked us a room at a 3-star hotel. He said that road trips are about the adventure and a stay at a 5-star hotel wouldn’t fit. Still, he wasn’t about to stay at anything lower than 3 stars, he said. We checked in, ate dinner at the restaurant hotel and went up to the bedroom. The place had two single beds with bedside tables, a tv attached to the wall opposite to the beds with a small table below, which had an electric kettle and tea bags. Next to one of the beds was the bathroom. Next to the other one a window. The sheets were white, and bedroom looked clean, and someone had sprayed some smell to give some freshness to the bedroom, but I couldn’t quite recognize the smell, even though it wasn’t at all strange. Marcel dropped his things next to the bed closer to the bathroom, so I did the same near the other one. He sat on his bed and was checking his phone, so I took the chance to take say I would take a bath. While being alone again after so many hours, my mind went back to happened between me and Tsitsipas and I got hard. Still, I managed to control myself and not jerk off, as I wanted to save it all to fill Stefano’s mouth once again. I got off the shower, put some grey briefs and went back to the bedroom. Marcel had seen some photos of me shirtless on my Instagram, but this was the first time he saw me only in underwear. Still, we were two buddies on a road trip, so I felt comfortable appearing like that in front of him. I laid down on my bed, grabbed my phone while Marcel picked his hygiene things and went to the bathroom. He came out of the bedroom wearing black calvin klein boxers. He was tall, like almost 190cm, had abs, but not like muscle ones, the ones a twink has, but then his chest was muscled, like a regular model. His skin was very white and he had black hair, a bit long, touching his shoulders. I was on my bed, using my phone, he sat in his bed, on the side next to my bed and said:

- So, is grindr looking good here? – he left a small giggle after saying this.

- I’m not on it tonight, the guy in Monaco was too good that I feel it will not be easy to top that.

- Oh, I see… You already in love after one fuck?

- No, no, nothing like that… I just prefer to wait for the person that will be able to make me feel like he did. - I wanted to change the conversation as I was already feeling my dick getting hard. – And you, how was the date with your girlfriend, any luck?

- We didn’t fuck, it was more a romantic dinner and then we talked about the rules for the next weeks. You know, we are in a relationship for years and we’re going to marry and have kids and all that, but we can ask to open the relationship when we are going to stay away from each other for a certain time.

- And you’re doing it for Roland Garros? – I already knew the answer was yes, or he wouldn’t have mentioned it, still I wanted the confirmation. Somehow, in the back of my mind, I thought he wanted me to know that.

- Yes! She doesn’t like tennis, and do you know how much you can get laid at a grand slam? Especially when you know people inside and you’re not a random spectator. And believe me, we’re not.

- So, what are those rules?

- Condoms if were fucking, but no need for oral sex. Yeah, I know you can get diseases, but we test ourselves regularly, you know? Also, no fucking in public places or with people within our circle of mutual friends. We also get to tell each other our adventures in detail, which is very hot, I get really horny with her telling me about guys getting her off.

That conversation was getting both us horny, I could see his dick starting getting hard inside his boxers and I had placed a pillow on top of mine.

- And does she get horny with your stories?

- Yeah… - he got up and started walking towards my bed. Three steps and he was next to it. He started pulling the pillow while continuing talking - She really likes the ones where I suck a guy’s dick. – He said this, pulled the pillow to the floor and slowly laid next to me in my bed. I was rock hard and so was he. He looked me in the eyes, smiled, but like a cute smile, not a dirty one, and placing the tip of his fingers on my abs, went in with his head to kiss me. His French lips met my Spanish ones slowly and, while both our hands touched the belly and chest of the other one. All of this was being done slowly, both of us wanted to take time with each other’s body and enjoy the passionate kissing. He moved onto my lap and his ass sat on my hard dick. It wasn’t a big ass, but it was pure muscle. Our lips continued glued to each other, but now our tongues were also in it and my hands grabbed each one of his ass cheeks.

I couldn’t believe I had a hot guy making out with me for the second night in a row. I wasn’t definitely expecting this on this trip. I can’t lie and say I hadn’t looked at Marcel and thought he’s hot, but never fantasized about him.

The kissing was so good and our hands were all over each other that I took the liberty of smacking that ass. He moaned when I did it, which made my cock not only twitch but have some precum come out. My underwear was already very wet and his as well, as I moved one of my hands to his shaft and felt it. He started kissing my neck and then my chest, moving his body down. He was giving small gentle kisses on my pecks. Then, he looked at me, the first time I saw a devious look on his face and while not taking his eyes off mine put his tongue out and licked one of my nipples. I felt shivers all over my body. I moved my right hand to his smooth wet hair, grabbed it gently, massaged it even while he alternated with his tongue between my hard nipples. I was breathing hard and loud at this point. I was getting so horny that I grabbed his hair harder and pushed his face onto my chest. He knew what I wanted and started sucking my nipples, alternating with his tongue.

- Fuck yeah, suck those nipples, hmm, you’re doing it so good ugh yes, you’re making me so hard and wet…

- Do you like it? – he said, stopping briefly and looking at me. He was back at it before I gave my answer.

- Yes, motherfucker, I love it! – he giggled, but without stopping all the licking and sucking. Now he was also doing a bit of biting. My hand didn’t leave his hair, it felt so smooth after a bath and smelled so good, it just contributed to the whole thing, this hot man, with great smell on top of me, giving me pleasure.

I was getting hornier at the second and my dick was asking for action, any kind, so I pushed his head down and he understood what he had to do. He was kissing and licking my belly, looking at me, teasing me, making me wait.

- You’re so hot, Diego, and I can feel you’re so horny.

- Yes, I need your mouth on my cock so much.

- Yeah? You’re gonna let me suck your cock? I like it when they hit my face and tongue with it. – that’s when I knew I could go further. Marcel liked to be submissive.

- Oh, so you like to be a little whore when sucking cock? You’re gonna be my cocksucker tonight?

- Hmm, yes, all I want is to suck you until you feed me your juice.

- What a little slut you showed yourself to be, ugh? I’m gonna slap this dick so hard on that face it’s going to leave a mark. – with this he took my dick out of my briefs, smiled at me and without taking the eyes of me kissed my dick, starting near my balls and going up. Then went down and licked my dick until the head and sucked all the precum. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it and more precum came out, which Marcel gladly took in his mouth.

- You really are a hungry whore, uh, just drinking all my precum, you must me wanting some milk for a while. If you want it you better start working for it. – as I was saying this he had already started sucking my dick. He was going up and down slowly with his mouth on it. Feeling the hot of his mouth on my dick, with this slow sucking, I was just relaxing and enjoying this fantastic blowjob.

I let him suck me like this for a while and then I grabbed his hair, pushed his mouth out of dick and told him:

- Put your tongue out. – he did it, like a dog, and I spat on it and then grabbed my hard dick and hit that tongue a few times. – Yeah, you like this dick in that tongue, don’t you? – he nodded and I could see in his eyes that he was loving it. – Back to suck it, then, yeah, put it all in your mouth, tonight you’re my bitch, my cocksucking one.

Now he was going faster and alternating the sucking with some licking, adding spit and doing something that drove me completely crazy, having the head of my dick lubricated with spit and then stroking only the tip of my cock, slowly. God, that felt so good. My whole body was feeling pleasure at that point, he knew exactly how to suck and stroke a cock.

- Oh my god, that feels so good, please continue to do it.

- Hmm yeah, you like it, huh? Doing everything to pleasure you and so you could give me that milk. – All that nasty talk and that amazing technique was getting me close, but there was still something I wanted to do, so I stopped him by grabbing my dick and started hitting it in his face. Each hit was harder than the one before and my dick was hard as fuck. I must have hit that face ten times and he loved each one of them.

- Ok, now you can finish me off and collect your prize, you whore.

- Thank you, Diego. – he said, acting like a little bitch and went back to suck me, now quicker than ever. God, he was sucking and stroking it at the same time, using those lips perfectly around my dick, what a perfect blowjob he was giving, he was a master.

I laid him down on his back and went and put my dick inside his mouth, fucking it. This was it, I was about to burst. I could feel my dick starting to pulse, I could feel my body starting to shake.

- I’m about to cum, of fuck, yes…aaaaaah – and bullets of cum started coming out of my dick. Six or seven directly into his mouth and he swallowed it all, he really was thirst for some cum. When I finished, I laid next to him. I noticed his boxers were still on and his dick was super hard. I took it out and he started stroking it. I laid him on side, with his ass turned to me. It was hairy, I liked it, he was manly and that hair in his ass made him hotter. I spanked his ass a little bit and then touched his hole with my fingers, massaging. He was moaning loud and stroking that dick faster and faster.

- Yes, oh your fingers in my ass feel so good, please finger me, put your finger inside my ass. – which I did, I inserted a finger in his ass and started fucking it with it and he came in less than a minute, moaning and making me feel his ass muscle squeeze my finger with each cumshot. He made sure all his cumshots landed in his hand and licked it all.

- You truly are a cum eater, huh?

- Yeah, I love the taste and texture of cum, also that it is warm. Really like it.

- God, that felt so good. I wasn’t expecting having my dick sucked by you and you’re a master on cock sucking.

- Ahaha thank you. I love sucking cock, I’m submissive in sex, even with women, so I really like to give pleasure and be an instrument for other people to cum. With women I instantly cum when I’m able to make them have an orgasm, it’s so intense for them that I just need a few strokes. And with men, I love cum, so that’s a great prize as well.

- You also liked my finger in your ass. Have you ever got fucked?

- No, never. I want to, it gets me hard the thought of a dick opening my ass. Maybe I’ll visit you in Spain and let you be my first.

- I’d love to. You’re already invited!

- We’ll see, we’ll see. – and then he laid his head on my chest, closed his eyes and started caressing my chest. We’ve both fell asleep like that.
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Part 3, at Roland Garros, and will be the last one with Diego and will for sure include a tennis player. I'd like to continue to write stories involving tennis players, but I'll have to think of how to do it. I have some ideas already, but have to organize them.

Amyway, thank you for the comments, if it wasn't for the feedback I wouldn't have written more. Hope you guys enjoy this one.

Great job! Hot and detailed. Amazing story.

 

[Krobbie1954]

So, this is part 2 of Diego's trip to Roland Garros, the road trip with Marcel.

____________


Marcel noticed my instant boner in the car, caused by Tsitsipas message (and my dirty mind), and with a dirty smile addressed it:

- A simple text caused that tent in your trousers? – I quickly hided it with my hands and laughing nervously answered:

- Yeah.

- They must be hot and the sex must have been good, for you to be like that so quickly. But no need to be ashamed my friend, it’s normal… The same person causing that is the one that caused you being late yesterday?

- Yes ahah… - I answered automatically, I was hoping he wasn’t going to ask any more questions, but he continued…

- So, how did you manage to find someone to fuck so quickly?

- Tinder. – I quickly said. Thank god this excuse came to me rapidly. I wish I could tell Marcel I had fucked Tsitsipas, because that gorgeous ass was all I could think of and all I wanted to talk about, but I had to control myself. I knew he wasn’t queerphobic as we showed a lot of support to Kasatkina (a Russian and lesbian tennis player) when she came out after the war had started. But Tsitsipas is in a relationship with another tennis player (Paula Badosa) and I didn’t want to jeopardize any of that. Marcel knows a lot of people in the tennis world and could open his mouth to the wrong person and ruin not only the relationship but also my chances of being with Stefanos again.

- Very well, my man, happy for you. Are you guys meeting again?

- I don’t know man, I’m not from here, it’s gonna difficult.

- Maybe he can go and meet you in Barcelona. – when he said this he looked at me. I was speechless. How did he know it was a he? – What? Am I wrong, wasn’t a man?

- You’re right…

- I knew it! To go for sex right away like that! And I bet it wasn’t tinder. – in this moment I though I was going to vomit. – It was grindr! Come on, admit it!

- You’re right, it was grindr.

- Happy for you man! Sex is so good, everyone should enjoy their sexuality freely, give and receive pleasure instead of repressing their desires.

- You’re right… thank you, it’s good to hear that.

- For sure, for sure… - Marcel said this while turning the music a bit louder and we both went to a comfortable silence. We broke that silence a few times during the first day of the trip by commenting things we would see on the road or our bets and opinions about the upcoming tournament.

At dinner time we finally stopped to rest for the night. Marcel had booked us a room at a 3-star hotel. He said that road trips are about the adventure and a stay at a 5-star hotel wouldn’t fit. Still, he wasn’t about to stay at anything lower than 3 stars, he said. We checked in, ate dinner at the restaurant hotel and went up to the bedroom. The place had two single beds with bedside tables, a tv attached to the wall opposite to the beds with a small table below, which had an electric kettle and tea bags. Next to one of the beds was the bathroom. Next to the other one a window. The sheets were white, and bedroom looked clean, and someone had sprayed some smell to give some freshness to the bedroom, but I couldn’t quite recognize the smell, even though it wasn’t at all strange. Marcel dropped his things next to the bed closer to the bathroom, so I did the same near the other one. He sat on his bed and was checking his phone, so I took the chance to take say I would take a bath. While being alone again after so many hours, my mind went back to happened between me and Tsitsipas and I got hard. Still, I managed to control myself and not jerk off, as I wanted to save it all to fill Stefano’s mouth once again. I got off the shower, put some grey briefs and went back to the bedroom. Marcel had seen some photos of me shirtless on my Instagram, but this was the first time he saw me only in underwear. Still, we were two buddies on a road trip, so I felt comfortable appearing like that in front of him. I laid down on my bed, grabbed my phone while Marcel picked his hygiene things and went to the bathroom. He came out of the bedroom wearing black calvin klein boxers. He was tall, like almost 190cm, had abs, but not like muscle ones, the ones a twink has, but then his chest was muscled, like a regular model. His skin was very white and he had black hair, a bit long, touching his shoulders. I was on my bed, using my phone, he sat in his bed, on the side next to my bed and said:

- So, is grindr looking good here? – he left a small giggle after saying this.

- I’m not on it tonight, the guy in Monaco was too good that I feel it will not be easy to top that.

- Oh, I see… You already in love after one fuck?

- No, no, nothing like that… I just prefer to wait for the person that will be able to make me feel like he did. - I wanted to change the conversation as I was already feeling my dick getting hard. – And you, how was the date with your girlfriend, any luck?

- We didn’t fuck, it was more a romantic dinner and then we talked about the rules for the next weeks. You know, we are in a relationship for years and we’re going to marry and have kids and all that, but we can ask to open the relationship when we are going to stay away from each other for a certain time.

- And you’re doing it for Roland Garros? – I already knew the answer was yes, or he wouldn’t have mentioned it, still I wanted the confirmation. Somehow, in the back of my mind, I thought he wanted me to know that.

- Yes! She doesn’t like tennis, and do you know how much you can get laid at a grand slam? Especially when you know people inside and you’re not a random spectator. And believe me, we’re not.

- So, what are those rules?

- Condoms if were fucking, but no need for oral sex. Yeah, I know you can get diseases, but we test ourselves regularly, you know? Also, no fucking in public places or with people within our circle of mutual friends. We also get to tell each other our adventures in detail, which is very hot, I get really horny with her telling me about guys getting her off.

That conversation was getting both us horny, I could see his dick starting getting hard inside his boxers and I had placed a pillow on top of mine.

- And does she get horny with your stories?

- Yeah… - he got up and started walking towards my bed. Three steps and he was next to it. He started pulling the pillow while continuing talking - She really likes the ones where I suck a guy’s dick. – He said this, pulled the pillow to the floor and slowly laid next to me in my bed. I was rock hard and so was he. He looked me in the eyes, smiled, but like a cute smile, not a dirty one, and placing the tip of his fingers on my abs, went in with his head to kiss me. His French lips met my Spanish ones slowly and, while both our hands touched the belly and chest of the other one. All of this was being done slowly, both of us wanted to take time with each other’s body and enjoy the passionate kissing. He moved onto my lap and his ass sat on my hard dick. It wasn’t a big ass, but it was pure muscle. Our lips continued glued to each other, but now our tongues were also in it and my hands grabbed each one of his ass cheeks.

I couldn’t believe I had a hot guy making out with me for the second night in a row. I wasn’t definitely expecting this on this trip. I can’t lie and say I hadn’t looked at Marcel and thought he’s hot, but never fantasized about him.

The kissing was so good and our hands were all over each other that I took the liberty of smacking that ass. He moaned when I did it, which made my cock not only twitch but have some precum come out. My underwear was already very wet and his as well, as I moved one of my hands to his shaft and felt it. He started kissing my neck and then my chest, moving his body down. He was giving small gentle kisses on my pecks. Then, he looked at me, the first time I saw a devious look on his face and while not taking his eyes off mine put his tongue out and licked one of my nipples. I felt shivers all over my body. I moved my right hand to his smooth wet hair, grabbed it gently, massaged it even while he alternated with his tongue between my hard nipples. I was breathing hard and loud at this point. I was getting so horny that I grabbed his hair harder and pushed his face onto my chest. He knew what I wanted and started sucking my nipples, alternating with his tongue.

- Fuck yeah, suck those nipples, hmm, you’re doing it so good ugh yes, you’re making me so hard and wet…

- Do you like it? – he said, stopping briefly and looking at me. He was back at it before I gave my answer.

- Yes, motherfucker, I love it! – he giggled, but without stopping all the licking and sucking. Now he was also doing a bit of biting. My hand didn’t leave his hair, it felt so smooth after a bath and smelled so good, it just contributed to the whole thing, this hot man, with great smell on top of me, giving me pleasure.

I was getting hornier at the second and my dick was asking for action, any kind, so I pushed his head down and he understood what he had to do. He was kissing and licking my belly, looking at me, teasing me, making me wait.

- You’re so hot, Diego, and I can feel you’re so horny.

- Yes, I need your mouth on my cock so much.

- Yeah? You’re gonna let me suck your cock? I like it when they hit my face and tongue with it. – that’s when I knew I could go further. Marcel liked to be submissive.

- Oh, so you like to be a little whore when sucking cock? You’re gonna be my cocksucker tonight?

- Hmm, yes, all I want is to suck you until you feed me your juice.

- What a little slut you showed yourself to be, ugh? I’m gonna slap this dick so hard on that face it’s going to leave a mark. – with this he took my dick out of my briefs, smiled at me and without taking the eyes of me kissed my dick, starting near my balls and going up. Then went down and licked my dick until the head and sucked all the precum. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it and more precum came out, which Marcel gladly took in his mouth.

- You really are a hungry whore, uh, just drinking all my precum, you must me wanting some milk for a while. If you want it you better start working for it. – as I was saying this he had already started sucking my dick. He was going up and down slowly with his mouth on it. Feeling the hot of his mouth on my dick, with this slow sucking, I was just relaxing and enjoying this fantastic blowjob.

I let him suck me like this for a while and then I grabbed his hair, pushed his mouth out of dick and told him:

- Put your tongue out. – he did it, like a dog, and I spat on it and then grabbed my hard dick and hit that tongue a few times. – Yeah, you like this dick in that tongue, don’t you? – he nodded and I could see in his eyes that he was loving it. – Back to suck it, then, yeah, put it all in your mouth, tonight you’re my bitch, my cocksucking one.

Now he was going faster and alternating the sucking with some licking, adding spit and doing something that drove me completely crazy, having the head of my dick lubricated with spit and then stroking only the tip of my cock, slowly. God, that felt so good. My whole body was feeling pleasure at that point, he knew exactly how to suck and stroke a cock.

- Oh my god, that feels so good, please continue to do it.

- Hmm yeah, you like it, huh? Doing everything to pleasure you and so you could give me that milk. – All that nasty talk and that amazing technique was getting me close, but there was still something I wanted to do, so I stopped him by grabbing my dick and started hitting it in his face. Each hit was harder than the one before and my dick was hard as fuck. I must have hit that face ten times and he loved each one of them.

- Ok, now you can finish me off and collect your prize, you whore.

- Thank you, Diego. – he said, acting like a little bitch and went back to suck me, now quicker than ever. God, he was sucking and stroking it at the same time, using those lips perfectly around my dick, what a perfect blowjob he was giving, he was a master.

I laid him down on his back and went and put my dick inside his mouth, fucking it. This was it, I was about to burst. I could feel my dick starting to pulse, I could feel my body starting to shake.

- I’m about to cum, of fuck, yes…aaaaaah – and bullets of cum started coming out of my dick. Six or seven directly into his mouth and he swallowed it all, he really was thirst for some cum. When I finished, I laid next to him. I noticed his boxers were still on and his dick was super hard. I took it out and he started stroking it. I laid him on side, with his ass turned to me. It was hairy, I liked it, he was manly and that hair in his ass made him hotter. I spanked his ass a little bit and then touched his hole with my fingers, massaging. He was moaning loud and stroking that dick faster and faster.

- Yes, oh your fingers in my ass feel so good, please finger me, put your finger inside my ass. – which I did, I inserted a finger in his ass and started fucking it with it and he came in less than a minute, moaning and making me feel his ass muscle squeeze my finger with each cumshot. He made sure all his cumshots landed in his hand and licked it all.

- You truly are a cum eater, huh?

- Yeah, I love the taste and texture of cum, also that it is warm. Really like it.

- God, that felt so good. I wasn’t expecting having my dick sucked by you and you’re a master on cock sucking.

- Ahaha thank you. I love sucking cock, I’m submissive in sex, even with women, so I really like to give pleasure and be an instrument for other people to cum. With women I instantly cum when I’m able to make them have an orgasm, it’s so intense for them that I just need a few strokes. And with men, I love cum, so that’s a great prize as well.

- You also liked my finger in your ass. Have you ever got fucked?

- No, never. I want to, it gets me hard the thought of a dick opening my ass. Maybe I’ll visit you in Spain and let you be my first.

- I’d love to. You’re already invited!

- We’ll see, we’ll see. – and then he laid his head on my chest, closed his eyes and started caressing my chest. We’ve both fell asleep like that.
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Part 3, at Roland Garros, and will be the last one with Diego and will for sure include a tennis player. I'd like to continue to write stories involving tennis players, but I'll have to think of how to do it. I have some ideas already, but have to organize them.

Amyway, thank you for the comments, if it wasn't for the feedback I wouldn't have written more. Hope you guys enjoy this one.

74254, let’s put it this way. I’m as wet as can be in my tight sleep shorts. This worked for me and I thank you. I look forward to Roland Garros but these two guys were it together. I hope they fuck.

 

[Chilldan]

Wow. Amazing story - just going to stroke my rock hard dick now!

 

[74254]

Thank you for the feedback, guys! It's motivating.

I'm writing the 3rd part, I wrote half of it so far. I can say it is going to tell more than one adventure at the open, both Marcel and Diego will fool around with hot players.
I also have planned more parts to this story, using the same characters and other players (tennis has so much hot ones), but I'll give more details on that when I post part 3.
Will try to have it post it tomorrow or maximum early next week.

 

[deleted23950451]

Even though we were heading towards the end of spring, the afternoon was too hot. I just had finished a friendly tennis match with one of my friends, Marcel, who had invited me to stay for a few days with him in Monaco. We met the summer after finishing high school in Berlin, when both of us were traveling through Europe. My name is Diego, I'm from Spain and even though his family is French Marcel grew up in Monaco, his family is filthy rich.
We had stayed in contact through social media throughout the last 5 years but never managed to see each other again. Marcel was constantly traveling, and I was constantly working. Our love for tennis helped maintain contact, as we would talk about the top players and big matches, especially during grand slams.
A few weeks ago, while talking about the Miami Open, Marcel asked if I wanted to accompany him to Roland Garros, as his friend that was supposed to go with him couldn't go this year. I explained I didn't have the money for such an expensive trip, even if for a few days. Marcel said that he didn't mind paying for the tickets and hotel stay, and if I could get myself to Monaco on the week before the tournament began, I could tag along with him on a road trip to Paris (a tradition between him and his friend). I would never have an opportunity like that one, so I managed to get some days off work and I booked my flights. I arrived in Monaco on Thursday, a day before our road trip began. We would be dividing the trip between two days, arriving in Paris on Saturday, a day before the tournament began. I would accompany him for the first week, as I couldn't afford to stay for the whole two weeks.
I practiced tennis one or two days a week, besides going to the gym five days a week. I liked staying in shape. If I had to compare my physique with a tennis player I would have to say I'm a tanned Coric, but with curly hair, like Berrettini, but not with that model face, even though I have a pretty one. I can find someone easily to have sex. If I go out with friends I usually end up with a girl, try to take her home, even though I also hooked up with boys on nightclubs as well. If I am a considerable time without sex I activate my grindr profile and invite a bottom to my place. I'm bisexual and my closest friends know that. Marcel doesn't, though. He's a bit smaller than me, but must be around 180cm. He's blonde, but his hair is shaved in a buzzcut. He's also in shape, he told me he has a personal trainer that he video calls with, even when he's traveling.
So, when we arrived at his place, he told me to just change into some sports clothes as he booked us a court in the place where the Monte Carlo tournament happens, so we could finally see who's the better player. I won two sets to one, but it was tight. The last set was 6-4 and took over an hour. We're both tired and sweaty, our shirts completely soaked in sweat, heading to the showers when we passed by a court where I noticed Stefanos Tsitsipas was practicing, ahead of Roland Garros. I said to Marcel that by now I would expect him to be in Paris already. Marcel told me that he most likely preferred the quiet environment of practicing here.
On the side of the court that we were passing through, the sparring partner of Stefanos was playing. When the point ended, Marcel shout out to the guy, who waved back. They knew each other from the club. He also had spoken to Stefanos once or twice, he explained. I was starstruck. I was expecting to see some famous players in Paris, from the stands, but not here and so up close. Marcel made some hand gestures, asking to the Stefanos' partner if we could stay and watch for a bit, as I was so excited. He allowed, so we sat outside of the court, with a view from the back. After a few more points, Tsitsipas and his partner switched sides and he was now less than 5 meters away from us. I was focused on watching them play, but when it was his partner side to serve again and he bent that formidable ass towards us my mind shifted. It was one of those times where I haven't had sex for a while and seeing that bubble butt jiggling, bending, moving on those tight shorts made my dick twitch. I could barely look elsewhere. I was mesmerized. In my mind I could only think of all the things I'd love to do with that ass. My dick was getting hard and it would be impossible to hide a boner with the shorts I was wearing, so I tried to focus on the practice, taking picks at that ass once in a while. The practice eventually ended and Stefanos went to the chairs on the side court, moving those big muscled buttocks. I had noticed his big ass while watching him play on tv, but seeing it live and so close was something else. I knew I was going to be spanking my dick in that shower.
With the practice over, Marcel waved back to Tsitsipas' partner and we headed to the showers. I was thirsty, of the heat and not only that, which allowed me to notice I had left my water bottle at the court where we played. Marcel told the general directions to the showers and to choose one with the door unlocked. We would meet up again at the car, he would drop me home and go on a date with his girlfriend, since they would be apart for 2 weeks. I had my water bottle and was now finally going to a much-needed shower. All the showers were private and since we had gone directly to the court when we arrived I had still to choose one. I pulled the knob on one of the first doors, and the door opened, but the room wasn't empty. In front of me was Tsitsipas, naked. His perfect and muscled white chest and abs, but tanned arms, his curly hair, wet with sweat... his dick and bush. When he saw me, he quickly turned around to avoid me seeing his penis, but ended up showing me his ass and I was now seeing it naked. White like his chest, big, but not flaccid at all, hanging in there, pure muscle. I wished I could touch it and feel how hard it was. I couldn't move until seconds later he turned his head towards the door and asked me to leave and shut it. I did so and quickly tried to open the door next to it. Thankfully it was open and nobody was there. I was so embarrassed from what had happened, I took my clothes off and took a long cold shower, without taking the opportunity to masturbate as I had planned. When I was ready to leave the locker room I noticed a piece of paper on the floor next to the door. I picked it up and had a number and two words that said TEXT ME.
I was confused and had no idea what that could be about, but in my mind I knew only one person could know I was there in that specific locker room, so if it was for me it could only be Stefanos. But was I not believing it. I decided to text. I wrote 'Hey, so this number was left in my locker room.' As I was going to the parking lot to meet Marcel, who already had texted me saying he was waiting, I got a response asking me to go back to the practice court where Stefanos was practicing before. I thought a small detour wouldn't be much of a delay and also it was a place with some people around, so I would be safe. I went there and sat where we were before seeing the practice it was Stefanos. He was wearing some thight dark jeans and a green t-shirt. He saw me and signaled me to come to him. I got near him and even though we could hear some people playing in some courts and one or another person was passing by, nobody was actually paying attention to us.
- Hello. - he said to me smiling. - Sorry for before, my door should have been locked, I forgot to do it. But people do knock before opening a door here, to avoid those situations.
- It's okay, I'm the one that should be apologizing, it's my first time here so I didn't know I had to knock. My friend told me I could just go to an unlocked locker room.
- Yeah, he probably expected you to have some manners. - said he, making sure I understood he was joking. I laughed and said sorry again. - It's fine, I'm just joking. And you did like the view, so... - He said this with a smile that was not a joking one, but more of a cheeky one. I didn't know what to respond to that, or I took too long to say anything, which pretty much made him know he was right about that.
- Yeah, I had noticed before, when you're watching me play. I know I have a good butt and now I'm able to distinguish who looks at it because they are impressed with it and those looks that go beyond that and yours definitely was just not impressed, but... - and at this moment he got closer to me and lowered his voice - turned on by it. He then got up, and started walking away. I was again a statue, not moving, aroused by his boldness and also, again, by his butt, now on those thight jeans. He stopped, looked back at me, looked down on his ass, smiled back at me and said: - You're coming or what?
I followed him towards the parking lot and that's when I remembered that Marcel should still be waiting for me. I looked at my phone and I had a text from him. He had left or he would be late for his date. He asked me to take a uber home. I texted back, apologizing, saying I took too much time showering and would call the uber, no problem. The parking lot was almost empty and Stefanos was expecting me near his car, when I got closed he got in in the driver's seat and I on the passenger's seat. He started the car, the radio also was on and he took us out of the parking lot and onto the road. He was the one breaking the silence, since he was also the one more comfortable with the whole situation.
- We're going to my apartment. - he smiled at me briefly and then paid attention to the road again.

Hot

 

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- Ok. - I said. My dick was already getting hard from what could possibly happen next. In my mind I thought that it was not possible that I was going to fuck that ass. I was wearing kakhi shorts and was afraid that if my dick started leaking precum, my briefs wouldn't be enough to cover it, so I focused on the view outside the window. Monaco was a beautiful place.
We quickly arrived at his place, the car went into the garage and he asked me to follow him up the elevator, which opened directly at his apartment, no hallway. The door opened and we were inside his living room. He came towards me, looking me in the eye. That was the most exciting part, he wasn't ashamed or afraid, he knew what he wanted and he was coming for it. That was hot. I felt I had to do something as well, take some charge, if I wanted that ass. I walked towards him and grabbed his waist and pulled him towards me, our bodies touched each other, on the legs and our bulges, we were both with our dicks already hard. Our foreheads touched and he gave me that wicked smile again that he showed me when he said his ass turned me on. I never felt so horny in my life. I smiled back, in a provocative way and then kissed him, while forcing him to a wall. My hands were all over his chest while we kissed eagerly. I love a big chest and I felt like he had been pulling weight to get it bigger. When I felt the muscles of his chest on my hands I felt a drip of pre-cum coming from my dick. Feeling his hard abs, grabbing that chest, oh my dick was hard like never before. He was doing the same with my body, his hands were going from my neck to my chest, abs, waist and finally he grabbed my hard dick and at the same time he stared licking and kissing my neck. My dick started leaking pre-cum right away and I let out a gasp of pleasure. When he heard my gasp and let out a small laugh and went back to my neck and started his way up to my ear lobe. All this time he was rubbing my dick, and I could feel my underwear getting wetter and wetter. I grabbed his long hair and pushed his head a little bit back. While I did this, he used his tongue to lick my lips while looking me straight in the eyes. We went back to kissing, and now we were both unzipping and taking each other pants. I could see he had been leaking pre-cum as well, since his underwear were also wet at the tip of his hard cock. It was a long thick one. But that was not what I wanted to see the most. I grabbed one of his buttocks with my right hand, so big, bubbly and firm from all that tennis that I felt my dick throbbing inside my underwear. I said to him:
- I want to see that ass.
- Yes, sir. - he told me and turned around, walked into his sofa and laid down. I kneeled next to it and slowly took his boxers down, revealing the most magnificent ass I had ever seen. It was everything I was expecting for. When the boxers were more than half down his legs, he took them out himself and I grabbed his ass with my hands and pulled him into doggy style. It didn't fit in its entirety in my hands, even though they are big. I slapped one buttock and then the other and Stefanos let out a moan and said "harder, hit me harder!". I did and he let out an even louder moan, that made me so horny that I went with my mouth and took a bite on both of his buttocks, making sure it hurt just a little bit. By now, I looked up and I could see his hands were all over his chest and abs, while his face had this lust, he was loving every second, he was eager for this for so long. He had a hot body and he knew it and liked it to touch it himself. I opened his ass and spit on his hole, which was hairless and omg so pretty I went head first into it.
- Oh yes, lick my ass with that hot tongue, oh it feels so good hmm oh yes hmm that tongue is so hot, lick my hole, sir oh fuck yes. - after showing this whore side of his with this dirty talk, which I loved, he started shaking his ass a little and even shoving it into my face. I continued to eat that ass like it was the last ass I would ever eat in the entire world. I knew it probably it wasn't the last, but I also knew a hotter one than this would be difficult to find so I made sure I ate it good and enjoyed myself in it for as long I as could. I alternated using solely my tongue in his ass with using my full mouth, by opening it and pretty much penetrating him with my tongue with shaking that ass and have my face buried in the middle. I paused to say:
- You like it when I lick your ass, ugh? Oh god, you have such a hot and big ass, I could spend hours with my face in it.
Stefanos responded:
- Yes, sir, I love it. Please eat my ass, you're doing it so good. This ass is all yours. - So I buried my face and tongue in it once more, spit on it and Stefanos would moan and moan and scream of pleasure. My dick was as hard as it never were and I wasn't even touching it, almost to that point of that pain you feel of your dick being so hard, asking you to stroke it. But I was focused on that ass and my hands were opening those cheeks and I didn't know how much I was going to last if I started stroking while eating that ass, so I was resisting.
I was fucking that ass with my tongue, then with one finger, then two, spanking those cheeks with my hand at the same time, Stefanos moaning, asking me to spank it harder. His body was shaking more and more, I was fingering that ass like crazy, his screams becoming louder and louder, he started shaking that ass and making the movements to get my fingers inside of him himself, taking a little bit of control. I let him. We were both sweating, pre-cumming, moaning, completely emerged in pleasure. Between moans Stefanos said:
- I want you to fuck me, sir. I need that dick in my ass.
- Yeah? You need to feel this dick opening that hole, yeah?
- Yes, sir,I want you to go slowly so I can feel every bit of it.
- Hmm, but first you have to get it ready, so on your knees and start sucking! - He turned around, I got up and he grabbed my dick with one hand, like it was the handle of his racket, looked into my eyes and slowly licked the tip of my dick, which was full of pre-cum, he drew his tongue back and a pre-cum bridge formed, which I grabbed with one finger and fed into his mouth. He licked my finger slowly, looking me in the eyes, smiled... the look and smile of a hungry whore. He licked my dick from the bottom to the top, slowly and then put his mouth at the head and made his way down. My dick was finally getting some action and at that moment I felt a shiver coming from my feet to my head, and I released a loud moan, it was like my body was finally able to relax. Stef knew exactly what he was doing. He was going up and down, slowly and then fast, he was stroking my dick at the same time and getting it full of his saliva... at one point he dived full on it, I could feel my dick touching his throat, the sound of a little gag, he let go, looked at me, his mouth full of saliva and pre-cum, I was just moaning with finally having that dick being treated like it deserves and seeing that face of a cocksucker just made me grab his long hair, so soft, and drive his head back into my dick and force it. I was now fucking that face of a Greek god, he was gagging but letting me use that mouth, he was loving every single moment of it as well. I felt I was about to burst, so I pulled his hair gently and hold his face close to my cock, but now allowing him to touch it with his mouth.
- Show me your bed. - I said. He got up, kissed me hard, with tongue, I could taste my cock from his mouth, I loved it. Then, he pulled away and walked in front of me towards the bedroom of the flat. Seeing that ass naked walking, I thought all of that was a dream, it had to be. My hand went to my dick with that view, but I quickly took it away or I would burst seeing that ass walking and that would be a waist of cum. I like edging and I'm at controlling my breath and not cumming to soon. I followed him and he laid down, ass up, on the bed, turned his neck around and looked me in the eyes. I knew what I had to do. I laid on top of him and started rubbing my dick in the middle of that ass. When a guy has and ass like that and likes to have a dick in the middle of it, that's my favorite thing in the world. I started thrusting my dick between those cheeks, my pre-cum enough to be used as lube, he was moaning and asking me for me to fuck him, to put my dick inside his bubbly ass. I also couldn't wait any longer. He went to a drawer, got some lube and condoms, passed them to me. I put the condom, lubed it, he laid on his side. I went to him, put some lube in his hole, stick a finger inside, which made him let out a pleasure scream, he was not expecting it. Then, I finally started putting my dick in. First the head, then I waited a little and slowly put the rest. Once I was all in, I kissed him and grabbed his muscled chest and caressed his nipples. At that moment I could feel his ass squeezing my cock. For me that was the signal I needed. I started fucking him. I was fucking Stefanos Tsitsipas. My dick was inside his ass. I started slow and was going quicker and quicker, he was moaning, asking me to go faster and harder, the sound of my body hitting those big cheeks, along with both our moans and dirty words, I was getting so close... so I took my dick out and demanded he sat on my dick.
- Yes, sir. - he responded. - You want me to seat my big ass on your dick? - he said while seating on it, not waiting for a response he already had. - Hmm, such a good dick, papi (this one surprised me, he knew a little Spanish, made me smirk). Hmm so good riding this hard cock hmm aaah fuck me yes fuuuuck me!! Use this ass so you can feel this mouth with your mil after. I'm your bitch, sir. Oh my god, it feels so good.
I was looking him in the eye while he put this show for me, riding my dick and saying all that nasty stuff. My hands all over his body, then controlling the riding with my hands on his cheeks. Then, I started going up and down with my hips, he layed his chest on mine and let me fuck him, letting out moans and just saying fuck me, fuck, fuck me sir, harder, hit my ass, it's all yours papi, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me aaaah fuuuuuck meee.
He was hitting the climax, he elevated his torso, stared stroking his dick and cum came out in spurts and landing on my chest. His body started to shake, his hole squeezing my cock everytime cum was bursting out of his. He was shaking in pleasure, a very intense orgasm that was turning me on like I never felt. I started grunting louder, heavy breathing, he noticed and jumped out of my cock, took the condom and started stroking my cock with his mouth close to it. Within seconds I came, he was taking it all with my dick hard inside his mouth, I was grabbing the sheets and pushing all my body up, shivers running all over me. I looked at him and cum was coming out of his mouth, but he had swallowed some as well. He rested his face in my thigh, looked at me and asked:
- Did you like it, papi?
- Fuck yeah, you bitch. - and gave a little slap on his face. He got up, walked that big ass towards the bathroom, stopped at the door and said:
- Come, let's take a shower. - I got up and joined him. We showered and shared some more kisses and explored our bodies with our hands once again, we were hard again, but unfortunately he didn't have time to continue to fool around. He had some brands responsibilities to attend and he couldn't excuse himself out of those with Roland Garros coming up. I also mentioned that I was going to go to the tournament and hoped to see him play.
When I was ready to leave, he called me an uber to my friend's place. He was still taking care of his hair, only with a white towel around his waist. I gave him a little kiss, grabbed his ass one last time and headed towards the door. The next morning, while me and my friend were getting everything in the car for our road trip, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I took my phone out when I was already on the passenger seat, with my friend starting the car and consequently the trip. I read a message from a number I didn't have saved exactly as we started hitting the road:
Loved our time yesterday. Hope to see you at Roland Garros. I'll be under so much stress that I'll need help relaxing.
The thought of it made my dick hard once again.

(this is a work of fiction)

This was sooo hot, made me leak.

 

[74254]

PART 3

The next day we woke up early, it was nice waking up next to Marcel and his tall, lean body and caress his long straight brown hair. I haven’t woken up next to a man in a long time, usually I fuck the guy’s ass and leave (or they leave). I reserve the sleep together for women, maybe some kind of internalized homophobia I have and this night helped me work on it. I’m a bisexual man and that means I like sex with both women and men, but also I like sharing intimate moments with both sexes and can develop feeling for both as well. It felt nice to explore that.

We shared a kiss, but when it started getting too intense Marcel stopped it and got up, mentioning we had to hurry, if we wanted to get on the road and arrive in Paris still on time to have some dinner. So, roughly around an hour after we got up, after a big breakfast at the hotel, we got on the road again.

We arrived in Paris at night and it was beautiful. The city at night took my breath away. We checked in at the hotel. It was a 5 stars one this time. I would be staying for a week and Marcel two, so he wanted total comfort. He got us separated rooms, but one next to the other. The reason, he said with a smirk, was that he was going to need some privacy. And, he added, me as well if I got lucky. We both went to our rooms and I was astonished to see that I had a beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower, which had the lights on at that hour. I would have stayed in the balcony, looking at it all night if I wasn’t so tired and needed to rest for the next day, my first day at a Grand Slam.

I woke early on Sunday, since I was too excited for the day I was going to have. I met Marcel for breakfast (I had never eaten such a good breakfast before) and then we got an uber to the tournament. Marcel stayed with me for the whole day, so I could get a grasp of how things work, since we had talked about having more freedom in the next days to go and see different matches if we wanted too, since we had different favorite players. Also, if one us wanted to leave earlier than the other that would be fine as well. Marcel had access to a box in Phillipe Chatrier (the main court) and I could go there anytime I wanted to see a match on that court. We had free access to the grounds for the all the secondary courts and he could get us tickets for other big courts if a match there interested us. I was feeling on top of the world. The first day was super fun, seeing all those big players in action. We left at the end of the afternoon, got dinner in a fancy restaurant and Marcel showed me around the city for a bit.

As compromised, the next day we arrived together, but we went our separate ways since we were interested in different matches. After lunch, I went to one of the secondary courts on the grounds to watch a women’s matchup that looked interesting to me. Sat next to me was this beautiful woman, we got to talk a little bit about the match and then about each other. Her name was Chiara and she had come from Italy for a few days for the tournament. She was an avid tennis fan and had saved for this solo trip. We were both fulfilling a dream and we bonded through that (also, we were both rooting for the same player). We really got along and ended leaving the grounds together for dinner. After, we ended up in my room and I got to fuck her with the view of the Eiffel Tower lighten up. A hot memory I will never forget. Sadly, she had to leave the next day, but we exchanged contacts with the promise of trying to meet up again in the future in another tournament.

On the third day I saw some matches with Marcel and one by myself. As we were leaving, I saw Tsitsipas. I was planning on texting him the day before, but then I met Chiara and forgot to do it. Some fans were around him and his team, also around was his girlfriend, but he looked at me, straight in the eyes for like 3 seconds, no smile, nothing else but a poker face before returning to sign some big tennis balls. On the uber, I got a text from him and we exchanged some messages.

I was sad I was not going to be able to fuck that big ass again. When it came to his loss, I couldn’t care less, to be honest, I wasn’t a fan of his tennis.

Me and Marcel had dinner at the hotel. We took the chance to catch up about our days at the tournament in detail. He saw some matches, but also, he had to do a lot of talking with other rich guys, to build connections, honestly the kind of stuff I understood he had to do but had no interest in knowing more. Moreover, I didn’t think he could get in many details about the subject of those conversations.

I told him about Chiara and that I brought her to my room, and he seemed very happy for me. Then, he got closer to the table and almost as a whisper, told me:

- So, what I am about to tell you, you can’t tell anyone, ok? I’m going to trust you.

- Sure!

- Also, I don’t think anyone would believe you. I don’t even know if you’re going to believe it.

- Come on, spit it out.

- Oh, I don’t spit out, as you already know. – he said with a little laugh. That brought back a memory from a few days ago, when he was taking all of my cum in his mouth. My dick twitched inside my pants, but I kept my composure, since I was curious about the story.

- Yeah, yeah, cut the bullshit.

- Ok, ok. On Monday I went to this small gathering arranged by one of the sponsors where people like me get to meet some players. The players get paid by that presence and we, as fans, have the privilege to speak with them between bottles of champagne. It takes like an hour and a half, very private, in the grounds. I talked to several players in these small groups, all very interesting, I can tell you all about it later, that’s not the juicy part.

In one of those conversations was Stan Wawrinka and he had this pants that enhanced his strong legs and this polo that favored his big chest and arms. He was holding his champagne flute at his chest level, so his right arm was flexed, I couldn’t resist to take a longer look at his whole body and he noticed me doing it, looked into my eyes and then continued like nothing happened.

He had this manly presence, my submissive side was already flaring up, I just wanted to go to his ear and say he could anything he wanted with me, right there, even in front of all those people. But I controlled myself, engaged in conversation with the rest of the group and then I caught him looking at me. That got me thinking how I could take things further. I noticed we were the only French speakers in that group, so when I had the chance, I said something to him in French and we started a private conversation and even ended up getting a little bit away from the rest.

During the conversation, about tennis, him winning those grand slams while the big three were still playing and coming back from injury, possible retirement, I took the chance to be flirty and underline my submissiveness and he understood. We ended talking until the meeting was done, he had practice and asked me if I wanted to come and watch, which I did. In the end, his team and him were going in the locker room direction and he made me a signal to follow them. No, I wasn’t going to get gangbanged, maybe one day, who knows.

I joined him, behind his team, nobody suspected anything, because it was just a rich guy walking with Stan, I could be an agent, a businessman… He told me practice was good bla bla bla and then he asked me if I wasn’t going to suck his cock. I swear, he said just like that, continuing walking and briefly looking at me, like he just said he was going to buy a bottle of water. I could have gagged if had something on my throat at that moment. I composed myself really quick and said whenever he wanted, I was at his service. While his team continued to the locker room, we went to an exit and got in a car, he was driving. He took me to an apartment in the city, didn’t look like the place he was staying in though. In the car, I already bent over and was smelling that sweaty cock in those shorts and biting, feeling it getting harder and harder, wanting to burst out of those clothes, but he didn’t allow me to do it. When we got to the apartment, he gave me a French kiss and then took out his shirt and demanded I licked the sweat out of his neck, which I did slowly. When he felt it was enough, he told me to lick his armpits, then the chest. I was getting harder and harder with him giving me orders, tasting his body with his salty sweat and hearing his moans and sighs between what he needed me to do. Licking his hairy chest with the sweat, then kissing each and every single one of his abs and then licking the belly from the bottom to the top, as he demanded of me, seeing his cock hard, he telling me I was being a good whore. My dick was leaking so much precum, like it never did before.

Then, I thought I was going to suck his cock, but not yet. He told me to take his shorts, he turned around and his white briefs were wet with sweat in his butt crack. God, that juicy firm ass in front of me, the sweaty smell driving me crazy, he didn’t even ask, he just grabbed my head from behind and in the direction of his ass. Forcing his ass on my face while asking me to lick it and smell it like the good bitch I was. I stopped and asked if I could take my dick out and stroke it, but he didn’t let me, told me that if I behaved well, maybe he would allow me after he finished. He then asked me to take his briefs and buried my head again between his ass cheeks. I was licking that hole, it tasted so good with the taste of sweat and ass, I took a bit of control and spread those buttocks and spat on the hole and stuck my tongue in there, licking it good. He was loving it, moaning, ordering me to continue, stroking his hard dick… and I was giving my best, that amazing ass deserved it.

When he felt it was enough, he turned around and just slapped that dick on my face, just as I like it, also slapping my face with those big hands, I felt like such a whore, on my knees getting slapped by such a manly figure as him. I was loving it. Then, he let spit fall slowly from his mouth to my tongue, then another one on the head of his dick and ordered me to suck it. First slowly, because it was very tender of all the horniness. I started going faster and faster following his instructions, we were both very aroused by the giving/obeying orders dynamic. Eventually he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, making me make gagging sounds, I was loving having my head being at his service, being just an object for his pleasure, my dick was so hard with me feeling like this. He started face fucking me harder and harder, quicker and quicker. I noticed he was about to cum, so I got ready to accommodate all that jizz in my mouth. I felt his legs shaking and then he shot his first shot into my throat, screaming “putain!” that lasted for like his first 4 shots of jizz. God, I love the taste of wet cum coming down my throat. I had to leave his cock clean of any cum.

He allowed me to cum while he got dress, so I sat there, fully clothed, with my dick out, stroking fast while I saw Stan Wawrinka get dress after he came in my mouth. It didn’t take me long. I came into my hands and asked if he wanted to see me swallow it. He said no, only his cum deserved to be swallowed and ordered me to wash my hands, but not my dick, just put it back in my pants. Then, we left the apartment, he didn’t give me a ride, just told me to get an uber to wherever I was staying and left in the car. And that’s the story of how I sucked Stan Wawrinka’s dick. Not the only sex I had this week, but this is the one I wanted to tell you.

I didn’t interrupt his story; I was hearing it and being more and more aroused by it. In my head I didn’t know if I wanted to be Stan or wanted to do Stan the things he did to Marcel or, honestly, if I wanted to be in Marcel’s place, being toyed around by Wawrinka. My dick was so hard, I didn’t know what to say. I believed his story, mainly because of what happened to me with Stefanos.

- Good for you man, happy you’re getting the whore treatment you like. – I said and I was very convincing because I felt he was speaking the truth.

- Right, man, that’s it. – We were already heading for our rooms. – We’re living the life here at the French Open. I’m sad you don’t get to stay for the second week.

- I know, me too. But I still have a few more days.

- Yeah! Tomorrow we’re back for more! Sleep well!

- Sleep well, man, good night. See you tomorrow. – we both got in into our bedrooms and I went to take a shower. I was still hard and masturbated to the thought of Stan Wawrinka shooting his load inside Marcel’s mouth. God, I wish I was there to watch it. Also, for the first time in a long time I stroke my dick while caressing my hole. The water helped to have it lubed and I was able to stick a finger and fuck my ass for a while. It was a sensation I had forgotten, but a very good one. I imagined myself seating down on a sofa, my legs up, fucking my hole with a dildo while watching Marcel licking Stan’s ass. I came so much and had such an intense orgasm; I don’t know if the whole floor heard. Most likely my friend heard. I even let out a “putain!” to know how it felt to say it when having an orgasm. After that, I went to bed and fell asleep rapidly. Days at the Open were heavy, with the heat and the walking between courts.

I woke the next morning feeling revigorated and with energy for a new day at the open. I took an uber by myself there since Marcel texted me saying he was tired and it was supposed to rain, a lot of rain delays, so he wouldn’t go, at least for now.

It did not rain in the morning, and I was able to watch some matches before lunch. During lunch the clouds started to gather in the sky, threatening to release water. After I finished eating, I decided to watch the match happening in the main court and used the box Marcel had access to. I felt important, watching a match from there, especially because I was the only one in the box in that moment. During the second set, someone else came in the box and sat on the chair furthest away from me. I looked quickly, thinking it wasn’t nobody interesting, but even semi-hiding the face with a hat, I thought I recognized Dominic Thiem in the same box as me, so I looked a second time, a longer look and yes, it was him. He noticed me looking, looked back and nodded. I nodded back and then both of us went back to watch the match. He had lost in the second round. I had a tough time paying attention to the match, being so starstruck. Eventually the match went on, we would share looks on big points (and big fails) and also some small talk about the match. Deep into the third set, when the match was getting really good, it started to rain. We were in the main court, which had a roof, but play was stopped so they could close it and then the match would be restarted. That would take a while. Thiem got up, said bye and was leaving the box. I answered and looked back to see him leave. So, I had watched several Dominic Thiem’s matches, I knew he had a big ass, but was so impressed about having him next to me (and also, not very horny with yesterday’s wank) I hadn’t thought about the fact he had one of the juiciest ass in the tennis world. But there it was, moving behind me, only a few meters away, two enormous juicy bubble muscled ass cheeks. Seeing them in movement, my mind just created an image of my face buried there and my dick got hard right there. I was not moving, I was a statue observing that man go away, until he stopped in the bar, exclusive for people who had access to the boxes. The waiter gave him a bottle of water and he sat down at a table.

Great, great! can we have one about Dominic Thiem please? He's from the same bubble butt league

 

[74254]

I thought it was a good time to stretch my legs, so got up as well and went to the bathroom to pee. Then, I went to the bar and asked for a water as well.

- Good match, hun? – said someone behind me. I looked and it had been Dominic, from his table. Only the waiter and two fancy old ladies, seated some tables away from him were there as well.

- Yeah, such a pity it started to rain.

- Exactly, the new conditions might change the whole match, I’m excited to see what happens when it restarts. Sit down, man! It will be a few minutes before they get back in action.

- Thank you. – I sat down in front of him. – Yeah, I was thinking about that, now you don’t have the wind, it’s going to feel more humid, that affects the clay, the velocity of the ball, the trajectory it takes, the bounce… It will be fun to see how it all plays out.

- What’s your name?

- I’m Diego. And you’re Dominic Thiem. – we both released a laugh, as I said this.

- Yeah, that I am.

- Sorry for the early loss, man, I still think you’ll win this tournament one day.

- Me too, you know? I know I have what it takes.

- I’m glad to hear you say that, always been a fan! – I wasn’t being sarcastic here, I really always supported him.

- Thank you! – I think he knew I was speaking the truth, because I was still a bit nervous around him.

We eventually went back to the box but sat next to each other and continued to talk during the match, exchanging our thoughts about what was happening, both in the match and the overall tournament and tennis now. He seemed to be a very smart man, besides a great player, with interesting insights about the game. When I said something slightly funny, or a good point was played he would show that cute smile. Also, there was a moment where the big screen in the stadium showed his face and he smiled and waved, while I looked uncomfortable next to him. But looking at the big screen, seeing that shy smile appear and having that hot man sat right next to me, feeling we were creating a nice connection as well, I was getting hornier and hornier as the match went along.

Turns out, we were right. The match had changed and became much more even. We were now at 6-5* in the fifth and last set, match point to the receiver. We both wanted a hold from the player serving, so it could end in a tiebreak. The whole stadium wanted that, the atmosphere was very tense. The point was being a long one, and a match point nonetheless, so everyone was in silence, just watching the ball go from one side to the other... When the server was barely able to send a ball back to the other side, Thiem grabbed and squeezed my leg. I don’t know if it was on purpose or if he wanted to grab his, but I didn’t remove it and neither did he, not for at least some seconds more, when the server hit a forehand winner down the line and saved the match point. Thiem took his hand of my leg, looked at me and just let out a sigh of relief. What was happening? Did he noticed it was my leg he was grabbing? He didn’t say sorry, he just acted like nothing happened.

A few minutes later, the match was coming to an end, match point in the tiebreak, server ready to put the ball in play, stadium in silence. I couldn’t shake the feeling of Thiem’s hand on my leg and I needed answers. With another tight moment, I grabbed his leg when the server tossed the ball. I was wearing jeans, but he was wearing adidas shorts, so I was able to touch that skin. That hairless muscled, strong thigh. I grabbed it with much strength as I could and only released it when the point finished, some seconds later. The match point was converted, and the match came to an end. We both got up to clap the winner, but exchanging looks between each other.

Am I going to fuck with another tennis player? That was the question on the back on my mind. I wanted to. I wanted to fuck with Dominic Thiem. But how could I make that happen? I mean, we touched each other legs and nobody showed lack of interest. I decided to make a move right after we stopped clapping and touched his hand. It was hidden by the balcony, so nobody, not even cameras could catch that. His hand stayed there, letting me touch it. He then looked at me and said:

- We better get out of here. – Thiem started walking out and I just followed.

When passing the bar, Thiem asked for pen and paper, thanked the barman and left. When he found an empty corridor, he stopped, made me a sign to turn around and I felt his hand against my back. A second later I noticed he had placed the paper on my back and was writing on it. When he ended, made me turn around with his hands on my waist (I got an instant boner at that moment) and gave me the paper.

- Meet me tonight here, after dinner. There’s a phone number, text me when you arrive, don’t ring the bell.

I looked at the paper and it was an address and a phone number there.

- Okay.

He came closer to me and quickly kissed my mouth with those wet and beautiful lips. No tongue, just our lips touching for a moment.

- See you tonight. – after saying this he turned and started walking faster, clearly a sign that I was not to follow him anymore. I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck with Dominic Thiem, I couldn’t control my boner, I wanted to cum right there and now, but I had to breathe and control myself, I needed to save the horniness for later. I went back to watch another match and then to the hotel, to dinner and shower. After that, I left to meet Thiem.

I texted when I arrived at the place. It was an apartment in a building that looked old, but renovated, like a vacation rental. The door at the entrance of the building opened automatically less than a minute after I said something. A text from the number told me to go up to the 3rd floor and enter the apartment on the right, the door would be open.

I pushed the door and looking at the way it was furnished it was a vacation rental, minimal white furnishes and frames hanging in white walls with cliché sentences and pictures of the Eiffel Tower. It reeked of gentrification. I walked in, closed the door behind me and saw nobody in the living room. I looked at my right and saw another door, to the bedroom, slightly open. I could see a foot and a naked leg, up to the knee, laying in the bed. I slowly opened the door and Dominic Thiem was laying down on his stomach wearing only white boxers and a red t-shirt. His head turned to the door, and he smiled. My instinct was to bury my head between that ass, it was huge, truly the biggest I have ever seen. I could not wait to touch it. He noticed me looking at it. I wanted to do so much but I was paralyzed at the door. He moved his hand down to his thigh and then to his ass, all of this while looking at me with a horny face. He gave a little slap on that ass and that just drove me crazy. I wanted to completely dominate him. I advanced in his direction quickly unbuttoning and removing my blue shirt, he raised his chest and was on his knees facing me. His head was at the level of my chest. He put his hands on my pecs and laid a little kiss on my chest and said:

- Damn, you’re hot. – then he looked up and I lowered my head to kiss him. Now, tongues were involved. Our tongues were turning into one slowly, it was a slow and sexy kiss, his hands going down my chest to my abs, even with kissing he was already breathing heavy. I grabbed his head from the back and kissed him harder and then removed his t-shirt, revealing a hot and muscled chest and abs. I touched his pecks with both my hands and pushed him to the bed. He was know laying on his back and I could see the form of his hard dick in his white boxers, along with a wet mark at the top. My bitch was already wet. And so was I. I took off my shoes and pants, then my socks, but kept my grey briefs on. Then, I laid on top of him, our bodies finally touching, our lips kissing and the hands touching each other bodies like the world would end in the next minute. I grabbed his big right thigh with my right hand while biting his ear and his breathing not only got harder, but he also let out his first moan.

Our hard dicks were grinding against each other, and I could feel both of our underwear wet of such much precum coming out. It was a hot mess down there. I rolled around, grabbing him and he sat on top of me, lading his fat ass on my hard dick. He raised his hot lean body, all muscle and started pressing his cheeks on my penis. The view of that men moving his hips on my lap and feeling that big ass on my hard shaft made me moan loud and I felt a lot of precum coming out of my cock. Then, I finally did what I wanted to do since I saw him in the box. I touched those buttocks. I grabbed both with my hands. They were so big and muscled, and the only time I wanted my hands of them was to come back a second later to slap them. Which was what I did several times.

- Hmm, yes, slap that big ass! Harder! HARDER! – he was saying while pressing his body on my dick. – I had to then grab his boxers and started pushing them down. He laid next to me and removed them, while I did the same with my briefs. Then, he came over me and started to suck on my nipples, which turned me on so much. I moaned and moaned and pressed his head to my chest and ordered him to use the tip of his tongue on them. He obeyed every order. Then, I pushed his head down and down he went, with his tongue touching my body all the way to my dick.

- Hmm, is so wet with all this precum. – he said while slowly stroking my dick.

- Yeah, and it tastes amazing, wanna try?

- Hmm. – he said, nodding. – He licked the precum at the tip of my cock. – It tastes amazing, Diego, I want more. – He grabbed my dick from the bottom of it and moved his hand up to the top, squeezing it and more precum came out. He licked it. – Hmm yes, Diego, feed me.

- Suck my cock, Thiem. – he smiled at me and said:

- Call me Domi. – and then put the head of my dick in his mouth and sucked it, using his tongue on all my dick, used his saliva mixed with my precum to have it always wet and licked, sucked all of it for a while, really going down on it. He loved sucking cock.

I grabbed his head and started fucking it, since he showed he could swallow my whole dick. He stroke his dick while I did this, he really was enjoying getting his face fucked. I eventually stopped or I would fill his mouth with my cum.

- I want you on all fours, Domi.

- Yes, you’re in charge!

- Indeed, I am! – I slapped that ass a few more times, it was getting red. I grabbed his hard cock from behind and sucked on it, his precum tasted so good. Then, I licked from the top of his dick to his ass and did this a lot of times. He was going crazy with having both his dick and ass being licked and aroused. I stopped at the hole for a bit to fuck it with my tongue and to the point his hole was opening and closing, asking to be fucked. So, I started pressing my dick on his ass, rubbing up and down. I grabbed those big cheeks and rubbed my cock up and down between them. It was feeling so fucking good, I could come by only doing that. That butt was incredible, it felt unreal. I wouldn’t believe its existence if I wasn’t seeing it live.

- This ass feels so fucking good, Domi. And it’s so big, so perfect, I can’t wait to know how it feels inside with my cock.

- Yeah? You like it? It’s all yours, fuck it when you want for how long you want.

- I know it’s mine, baby, and I’m not finished with it yet. – I opened his ass with my hands, and I was so hard I just forced the head of my dick inside his blinking hole. He got in, I waited a little and I could feel his body relaxing and adapting to it. Then, I continued to stick my dick in him, slowly, making him feel every inch. Then, my whole dick disappeared inside that huge butt. I stayed there for a minute or so.

- Do you like being filled with my big cock? I’m all inside of you and I’m going to start fucking you.

- Yes, it feels amazing, that big ass needed a big cock so much, please fuck me, Diego, I wanna feel that dick fucking me. – So, I started fucking him, pushing my dick inside and out of that hot ass. It was sliding so easily with my dick being so wet. Then, I stopped and ordered him to move his ass if he wanted to have it fucked.

- Hmm, yes, fuck it feels so good to be inside you, yeah, move that ass, just like that, you like it when I fuck you, hmm, I can see, yes moan like that bitch, louder, I wanna hear you when I fuck you. – he was moaning so loud, myself as well. He was moving his ass inside and out of my dick faster and faster, I was about to cum, so I grabbed his waist and started fucking him, destroying that ass and then I came inside of him, various shots of cum filling his insides… When he started feeling my wet cum inside of him his ass started to squeeze my dick.

- Yeah, yes, hmm, fill me! Fill me with your cum, Diego, yeah, fuck, I’m gonna cum as well, aaaaah yes!! – And he also came, on the bed.

I took my dick out of his ass; he laid down and I laid next to him. He kissed me, a long kiss and then, looking me in the eyes, told me:

- You can’t sleep here.

- It’s fine… - I got up and got myself ready to leave, with him looking at me, appreciating my hot body, maybe taking a mind picture of it, so he could rub one off thinking of me. I liked when people looked at me like that, with lust. Made me feel good and sexy and dominant. Also, horny. We were facing each other while I buttoned my pants. I closed the last button and then, teasing him I unbuttoned it. He put his tongue out and crawled on all fours at me, pushed my pants down, my briefs as well and put my dick in his mouth. It wasn’t hard, but his wet mouth quickly made it be. He sucked me and made me cum a second time, this time filling his mouth with a bit of cum, which he swallowed.

This time, I got dressed and left the apartment, leaving a naked Dominic Thiem inside, filled with my cum in his ass and mouth, as well as fulfilled by me and hot sex. I left with my balls empty but satisfied with having fucked another hot tennis player. I thought I was coming to watch some live tennis but ended up happening much more than that.

The rest of the time went uneventful. Saturday morning, I left for the airport, saying goodbye to Marcel after breakfast. We hugged and promised to see each other again.

- Diego, my man, it was a lot of fun having you with me this week. We’ll keep talking and I’m sure a new opportunity to meet will appear.

- Same! I loved my time here, thank you for this opportunity! And yeah, I’m sure this is only a brief goodbye and next time will be even better!

And you know what? Neither of bus could even imagine how fun and better next time would be.

(this is a work of fiction)

 

[74254]

So, we can say season 1 ends here. I have planned a 3 part season two, but I haven't written any of it. Marcel and Diego will be back and other tennis players. I'll post it when I write it.

 

[noturbaby]

that was fucking awesome, i enjoyed every single line of the text, what a great job, and my dream came true, you included Thiem

next step for Diego is to bring them together during Wimbledon for some wild gangbang with the best ass holders

 

[Alexanderyut8]

So, we can say season 1 ends here. I have planned a 3 part season two, but I haven't written any of it. Marcel and Diego will be back and other tennis players. I'll post it when I write it.

This is amazing, thank you!!! Absolutely hooot and waiting for the next part.
Would be amazing if you included Carlos Alcaraz, Matteo Berrettini and/or Casper Ruud!

 

[RobRossiFan]

Stef is more lean and shredded now, his ass is not that big now

 

[Genjinokimi]

I thought it was a good time to stretch my legs, so got up as well and went to the bathroom to pee. Then, I went to the bar and asked for a water as well.

- Good match, hun? – said someone behind me. I looked and it had been Dominic, from his table. Only the waiter and two fancy old ladies, seated some tables away from him were there as well.

- Yeah, such a pity it started to rain.

- Exactly, the new conditions might change the whole match, I’m excited to see what happens when it restarts. Sit down, man! It will be a few minutes before they get back in action.

- Thank you. – I sat down in front of him. – Yeah, I was thinking about that, now you don’t have the wind, it’s going to feel more humid, that affects the clay, the velocity of the ball, the trajectory it takes, the bounce… It will be fun to see how it all plays out.

- What’s your name?

- I’m Diego. And you’re Dominic Thiem. – we both released a laugh, as I said this.

- Yeah, that I am.

- Sorry for the early loss, man, I still think you’ll win this tournament one day.

- Me too, you know? I know I have what it takes.

- I’m glad to hear you say that, always been a fan! – I wasn’t being sarcastic here, I really always supported him.

- Thank you! – I think he knew I was speaking the truth, because I was still a bit nervous around him.

We eventually went back to the box but sat next to each other and continued to talk during the match, exchanging our thoughts about what was happening, both in the match and the overall tournament and tennis now. He seemed to be a very smart man, besides a great player, with interesting insights about the game. When I said something slightly funny, or a good point was played he would show that cute smile. Also, there was a moment where the big screen in the stadium showed his face and he smiled and waved, while I looked uncomfortable next to him. But looking at the big screen, seeing that shy smile appear and having that hot man sat right next to me, feeling we were creating a nice connection as well, I was getting hornier and hornier as the match went along.

Turns out, we were right. The match had changed and became much more even. We were now at 6-5* in the fifth and last set, match point to the receiver. We both wanted a hold from the player serving, so it could end in a tiebreak. The whole stadium wanted that, the atmosphere was very tense. The point was being a long one, and a match point nonetheless, so everyone was in silence, just watching the ball go from one side to the other... When the server was barely able to send a ball back to the other side, Thiem grabbed and squeezed my leg. I don’t know if it was on purpose or if he wanted to grab his, but I didn’t remove it and neither did he, not for at least some seconds more, when the server hit a forehand winner down the line and saved the match point. Thiem took his hand of my leg, looked at me and just let out a sigh of relief. What was happening? Did he noticed it was my leg he was grabbing? He didn’t say sorry, he just acted like nothing happened.

A few minutes later, the match was coming to an end, match point in the tiebreak, server ready to put the ball in play, stadium in silence. I couldn’t shake the feeling of Thiem’s hand on my leg and I needed answers. With another tight moment, I grabbed his leg when the server tossed the ball. I was wearing jeans, but he was wearing adidas shorts, so I was able to touch that skin. That hairless muscled, strong thigh. I grabbed it with much strength as I could and only released it when the point finished, some seconds later. The match point was converted, and the match came to an end. We both got up to clap the winner, but exchanging looks between each other.

Am I going to fuck with another tennis player? That was the question on the back on my mind. I wanted to. I wanted to fuck with Dominic Thiem. But how could I make that happen? I mean, we touched each other legs and nobody showed lack of interest. I decided to make a move right after we stopped clapping and touched his hand. It was hidden by the balcony, so nobody, not even cameras could catch that. His hand stayed there, letting me touch it. He then looked at me and said:

- We better get out of here. – Thiem started walking out and I just followed.

When passing the bar, Thiem asked for pen and paper, thanked the barman and left. When he found an empty corridor, he stopped, made me a sign to turn around and I felt his hand against my back. A second later I noticed he had placed the paper on my back and was writing on it. When he ended, made me turn around with his hands on my waist (I got an instant boner at that moment) and gave me the paper.

- Meet me tonight here, after dinner. There’s a phone number, text me when you arrive, don’t ring the bell.

I looked at the paper and it was an address and a phone number there.

- Okay.

He came closer to me and quickly kissed my mouth with those wet and beautiful lips. No tongue, just our lips touching for a moment.

- See you tonight. – after saying this he turned and started walking faster, clearly a sign that I was not to follow him anymore. I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck with Dominic Thiem, I couldn’t control my boner, I wanted to cum right there and now, but I had to breathe and control myself, I needed to save the horniness for later. I went back to watch another match and then to the hotel, to dinner and shower. After that, I left to meet Thiem.

I texted when I arrived at the place. It was an apartment in a building that looked old, but renovated, like a vacation rental. The door at the entrance of the building opened automatically less than a minute after I said something. A text from the number told me to go up to the 3rd floor and enter the apartment on the right, the door would be open.

I pushed the door and looking at the way it was furnished it was a vacation rental, minimal white furnishes and frames hanging in white walls with cliché sentences and pictures of the Eiffel Tower. It reeked of gentrification. I walked in, closed the door behind me and saw nobody in the living room. I looked at my right and saw another door, to the bedroom, slightly open. I could see a foot and a naked leg, up to the knee, laying in the bed. I slowly opened the door and Dominic Thiem was laying down on his stomach wearing only white boxers and a red t-shirt. His head turned to the door, and he smiled. My instinct was to bury my head between that ass, it was huge, truly the biggest I have ever seen. I could not wait to touch it. He noticed me looking at it. I wanted to do so much but I was paralyzed at the door. He moved his hand down to his thigh and then to his ass, all of this while looking at me with a horny face. He gave a little slap on that ass and that just drove me crazy. I wanted to completely dominate him. I advanced in his direction quickly unbuttoning and removing my blue shirt, he raised his chest and was on his knees facing me. His head was at the level of my chest. He put his hands on my pecs and laid a little kiss on my chest and said:

- Damn, you’re hot. – then he looked up and I lowered my head to kiss him. Now, tongues were involved. Our tongues were turning into one slowly, it was a slow and sexy kiss, his hands going down my chest to my abs, even with kissing he was already breathing heavy. I grabbed his head from the back and kissed him harder and then removed his t-shirt, revealing a hot and muscled chest and abs. I touched his pecks with both my hands and pushed him to the bed. He was know laying on his back and I could see the form of his hard dick in his white boxers, along with a wet mark at the top. My bitch was already wet. And so was I. I took off my shoes and pants, then my socks, but kept my grey briefs on. Then, I laid on top of him, our bodies finally touching, our lips kissing and the hands touching each other bodies like the world would end in the next minute. I grabbed his big right thigh with my right hand while biting his ear and his breathing not only got harder, but he also let out his first moan.

Our hard dicks were grinding against each other, and I could feel both of our underwear wet of such much precum coming out. It was a hot mess down there. I rolled around, grabbing him and he sat on top of me, lading his fat ass on my hard dick. He raised his hot lean body, all muscle and started pressing his cheeks on my penis. The view of that men moving his hips on my lap and feeling that big ass on my hard shaft made me moan loud and I felt a lot of precum coming out of my cock. Then, I finally did what I wanted to do since I saw him in the box. I touched those buttocks. I grabbed both with my hands. They were so big and muscled, and the only time I wanted my hands of them was to come back a second later to slap them. Which was what I did several times.

- Hmm, yes, slap that big ass! Harder! HARDER! – he was saying while pressing his body on my dick. – I had to then grab his boxers and started pushing them down. He laid next to me and removed them, while I did the same with my briefs. Then, he came over me and started to suck on my nipples, which turned me on so much. I moaned and moaned and pressed his head to my chest and ordered him to use the tip of his tongue on them. He obeyed every order. Then, I pushed his head down and down he went, with his tongue touching my body all the way to my dick.

- Hmm, is so wet with all this precum. – he said while slowly stroking my dick.

- Yeah, and it tastes amazing, wanna try?

- Hmm. – he said, nodding. – He licked the precum at the tip of my cock. – It tastes amazing, Diego, I want more. – He grabbed my dick from the bottom of it and moved his hand up to the top, squeezing it and more precum came out. He licked it. – Hmm yes, Diego, feed me.

- Suck my cock, Thiem. – he smiled at me and said:

- Call me Domi. – and then put the head of my dick in his mouth and sucked it, using his tongue on all my dick, used his saliva mixed with my precum to have it always wet and licked, sucked all of it for a while, really going down on it. He loved sucking cock.

I grabbed his head and started fucking it, since he showed he could swallow my whole dick. He stroke his dick while I did this, he really was enjoying getting his face fucked. I eventually stopped or I would fill his mouth with my cum.

- I want you on all fours, Domi.

- Yes, you’re in charge!

- Indeed, I am! – I slapped that ass a few more times, it was getting red. I grabbed his hard cock from behind and sucked on it, his precum tasted so good. Then, I licked from the top of his dick to his ass and did this a lot of times. He was going crazy with having both his dick and ass being licked and aroused. I stopped at the hole for a bit to fuck it with my tongue and to the point his hole was opening and closing, asking to be fucked. So, I started pressing my dick on his ass, rubbing up and down. I grabbed those big cheeks and rubbed my cock up and down between them. It was feeling so fucking good, I could come by only doing that. That butt was incredible, it felt unreal. I wouldn’t believe its existence if I wasn’t seeing it live.

- This ass feels so fucking good, Domi. And it’s so big, so perfect, I can’t wait to know how it feels inside with my cock.

- Yeah? You like it? It’s all yours, fuck it when you want for how long you want.

- I know it’s mine, baby, and I’m not finished with it yet. – I opened his ass with my hands, and I was so hard I just forced the head of my dick inside his blinking hole. He got in, I waited a little and I could feel his body relaxing and adapting to it. Then, I continued to stick my dick in him, slowly, making him feel every inch. Then, my whole dick disappeared inside that huge butt. I stayed there for a minute or so.

- Do you like being filled with my big cock? I’m all inside of you and I’m going to start fucking you.

- Yes, it feels amazing, that big ass needed a big cock so much, please fuck me, Diego, I wanna feel that dick fucking me. – So, I started fucking him, pushing my dick inside and out of that hot ass. It was sliding so easily with my dick being so wet. Then, I stopped and ordered him to move his ass if he wanted to have it fucked.

- Hmm, yes, fuck it feels so good to be inside you, yeah, move that ass, just like that, you like it when I fuck you, hmm, I can see, yes moan like that bitch, louder, I wanna hear you when I fuck you. – he was moaning so loud, myself as well. He was moving his ass inside and out of my dick faster and faster, I was about to cum, so I grabbed his waist and started fucking him, destroying that ass and then I came inside of him, various shots of cum filling his insides… When he started feeling my wet cum inside of him his ass started to squeeze my dick.

- Yeah, yes, hmm, fill me! Fill me with your cum, Diego, yeah, fuck, I’m gonna cum as well, aaaaah yes!! – And he also came, on the bed.

I took my dick out of his ass; he laid down and I laid next to him. He kissed me, a long kiss and then, looking me in the eyes, told me:

- You can’t sleep here.

- It’s fine… - I got up and got myself ready to leave, with him looking at me, appreciating my hot body, maybe taking a mind picture of it, so he could rub one off thinking of me. I liked when people looked at me like that, with lust. Made me feel good and sexy and dominant. Also, horny. We were facing each other while I buttoned my pants. I closed the last button and then, teasing him I unbuttoned it. He put his tongue out and crawled on all fours at me, pushed my pants down, my briefs as well and put my dick in his mouth. It wasn’t hard, but his wet mouth quickly made it be. He sucked me and made me cum a second time, this time filling his mouth with a bit of cum, which he swallowed.

This time, I got dressed and left the apartment, leaving a naked Dominic Thiem inside, filled with my cum in his ass and mouth, as well as fulfilled by me and hot sex. I left with my balls empty but satisfied with having fucked another hot tennis player. I thought I was coming to watch some live tennis but ended up happening much more than that.

The rest of the time went uneventful. Saturday morning, I left for the airport, saying goodbye to Marcel after breakfast. We hugged and promised to see each other again.

- Diego, my man, it was a lot of fun having you with me this week. We’ll keep talking and I’m sure a new opportunity to meet will appear.

- Same! I loved my time here, thank you for this opportunity! And yeah, I’m sure this is only a brief goodbye and next time will be even better!

And you know what? Neither of bus could even imagine how fun and better next time would be.

(this is a work of fiction)

The last encounter was epic.

 

[all4windy]

frl

Great, great! can we have one about Dominic Thiem please? He's from the same bubble butt league

 

[mybillisreal]

Great, great! can we have one about Dominic Thiem please? He's from the same bubble butt league

Where's this from? Youtube or documentary??¿?????

 

[dopelov]

OH FUUUCK, what an amazing find was this thread, EPIC. I'm so jelaous of Diego's advantures with hottest players, great text man
I've only recently got into fanfiction and this kind of porn about tennis players, but I'd like to recommend a few of my favourite stories.

This one, amazingly hot, including Thiem too Swept away with them - Chapter 1 - TheSensualWorld - Tennis RPF [Archive of Our Own]
And second about Carlitos and Rafa Hero Worship - BeaverCrunch69 - Tennis RPF [Archive of Our Own]
Both made me hard and leaking intensively

 

[Timmiy]

So, we can say season 1 ends here. I have planned a 3 part season two, but I haven't written any of it. Marcel and Diego will be back and other tennis players. I'll post it when I write it.

Can’t wait to see who the tennis players will be and can’t wait to read it as well

 

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PART 4 (beginning of season 2)

I haven’t seen Diego in almost a year, since he left Paris after week one of Roland Garros last year. We’re already weeks away from the next edition, but this time my friend is coming and Marcel doesn’t have the money to stay in Paris, the tournament tickets and the plane tickets. That made me think why the hell don’t I have a house in Paris, and I’ve put the real state I work with on it, but it won’t be in time for the tournament this year. Still, we have been talking since, even started sharing some shirtless photos after workout, with some bulges and ass involved, but never a nude, we were building a tease, wondering what will happen between us next time we see each other. Once I used a jockstrap during workout, lowered my shorts just enough for the beginning of my crack to be seen and sent him a pic. He answered saying he wants me to be using one the next time we meet and that’s why I’m right now, sat on a plane, using a jockstrap under my jeans.

During this year, I’ve been with my girlfriend most of the time, and I actually didn’t have sex with anyone else but her. The only thing I did was making out with two girls and a guy in a wild night out I had by myself a few months ago. I know Diego had sort of a girlfriend for a couple of months, and he even tried dating a guy for the first time, but none of those resulted in an actual relationship. I know this is going to sound selfish, but I was actually happy about it, because he was even hotter, and I was actually looking forward to what could happen between us, because in a few hours we would be seeing each other.

That’s right. Since Diego can’t come to me, I’m coming to him. It’s Sunday and tomorrow starts the tennis tournament in Barcelona, and we’re going together. He was the one proposing this after he explained to me that he couldn’t afford Roland Garros. I loved the idea, I love Barcelona and I should've had thought about visiting him earlier. After everything was sorted, we only had to wait for the day I would fly to him, and that day is today. I was wearing blue jeans and a light green polo t-shirt. As underwear, I was wearing the jockstraps.

At first, I thought I would feel uncomfortable in travelling wearing a jock, but I like the thought of people looking at my ass and not knowing I’m wearing one, like I’m carrying a dirty secret and that makes me very horny. I didn’t even tell Diego about it, don’t know if he remembers, but his reaction, knowing or not, was the thing that was contributing to my horniness the most. I was controlling myself to not have a boner under my tight jeans.

I couldn’t wait for the plane to land in Barcelona, but it hadn’t even departed, and people were still getting in. I was sat, headphones on, waiting when a tall guy passes through me and sits some rows after mine. He didn’t notice me, but I recognized him. At first, I was puzzled at why was he even in the plane, but immediately after that thought, I understood. I’m travelling from Monte Carlo to Barcelona to a tennis tournament, so Grigor Dimitrov being in the same plane makes all sense. This wasn’t the first or second time I saw him. We’re both rich and live in Monte Carlo, we have a lot of acquaintances in common. But from all of those times we shared the same space, there’s one favorite memory that started playing in my mind, the first time we were at the same house party.

In December, the day was cold, and I was heading for a Christmas party of a friend in his mansion. This party was very exclusive. You had to be rich and also know the right people to get an invitation and you couldn’t bring a plus one. If your partner got an invitation for it, good, if not you would have to go by yourself (as not going was never an option). Out of spite, my girlfriend was not invited to it (this friend had been rejected by her once, when I was away from Monte Carlo, he tried to sleep with her knowing about our open relationship status). She actually liked the fact that he was mad enough about it to not invite her.

I was wearing a black suit with a bow tie and a white shirt that perfectly fitted my body. Even with the jacket you noticed I was in shape and in those pants my ass looked fine as hell. The party was filled with well-dressed people I considered friends, but also people I know and others that I recognize but never talked to. There wasn’t a single person at that party I didn’t know the name.

Some friends, knowing me as an avid tennis fan, made sure I met a tennis player present at that party: Grigor Dimitrov. He was wearing a suit and tie that fitted him perfectly. We engaged in conversation among other people, but eventually we ended in a corner of the room talking just the two of us, the topic was of course tennis. We spoke about his results and game, the overall sport and also tennis as a business. Grigor would be a perfect candidate to be sponsored by my family’s company, he had the looks, the talent, he lived in the right place, so I made sure our we had an engaging conversation to lay grounds to what could be a great partnership in the future.

I couldn’t also help to notice how hot he was. There were a lot of tall and handsome guys at that party, but Grigor was more than that and he knew it. He had a killer body, but his biggest asset was his charming and beautiful smile. Yes, he was rich thanks to his tennis skills, but if he had not had a successful tennis career, he could have scammed his way to a million of dollars with that smile. Men and women would have paid thousands and thousands of money just so they could see this man smiling to them only, even more for everything else they fantasized about doing with him. We were talking about tennis, but in my mind, I was doing a tremendous effort to not let my mind think about him in an unholy way. And let me tell you that I was starting to fail at that.

A waiter passed through us with drinks and us both grabbed a gin and tonic. I jokingly asked if he could be drinking alcohol as we were close to the beginning of a new season and he needed to stay and in shape and focused. He let a small and charming laugh (then again, just by doing this he could have people throwing him a million dollars in cash) and explained that tonight was his last night of being able to commit sins and focused on something else rather than competition until the end of the Australian Open in the end of January.

- I admire the commitment certain players have when it comes to put a lot of restrictions in their lives in order to achieve the results they want. I know that if you want to be successful you have to cut some behaviors and food and whatnot, but still it amazes me because I don’t know if I would be capable of doing so.

- I completely understand where you’re coming from, because of course is not easy and a lot of the times the results don’t come anyway, so you question all the sacrifices you do in order to achieve something when you don’t achieve it, but it pays off. Specially when you do succumb to the temptations, and then you go play, and your results are even worse than they were before.

- You’re right, I hadn’t thought about that part in particular. You’re failing even sacrificing a lot of stuff, but if you get off that track that you are following the failure will be even bigger.

- Exactly, and then you’ll be mad at yourself because you weren’t able to resist to what you needed to avoid and mentally that could destroy you. Of course, we are talking about a big slip, not a small one, but a small one is where everything begins, so you have to avoid those as well.

The conversation was getting more and more interesting (even though I continued to undress him in my mind) and I was now showing him some pictures from a tennis themed event my company had organized a few months earlier when a message popped up on my notifications. It was from a guy, also present at the party, and read “I was thinking I could make you my whore again tonight”. I quickly dismissed the notification and continued showing the pictures like nothing had happened, but my heart was beating like never before. I quickly looked around to see if I could spot this guy, but I couldn’t. He probably was in another room and didn’t know I was showing something on my phone to someone else, but either way, it was imprudent of him to text something like that.

I had been with this guy once, he was gay, out and proud. He was also very dominant in bed and made me suck him off exactly the way he wanted.

I didn’t know what to do, now that I had my phone in my pocket and Grigor and I were silent. I was thinking about an excuse to leave when he said:

- So, you like to be submissive? - I was glad I was not drinking the exact moment he popped the question, or else I would have spurted the drink out of my mouth. I was truly shocked by his boldness, but was able to maintain my composure.

- Yes, I do.

- But you mentioned a girlfriend and the person who texted you is a man.

- I have an open relationship and I also like men. But since we are asking, what about you?

- What about me? – he asked, showed that million dollars smile and took a sip of his drink.

- Are you submissive or dominant?

- I am dominant. How were you a whore to that man?

- I sucked his dick. – I said as blatantly as I could, but feeling my dick starting to get hard. – And you are dominant how?

- I thought you had gone further. I like to determine what is done in bed with the women I sleep with, from positions to who penetrates who. – I could see him looking me in the eyes and studying my reaction when he said the last part. I didn’t know where he was going with this, but I was willing to play along.

- About going further, no, I don’t bottom. Can you explain more about who penetrates who thing?

- I like my ass being played with, I like pegging, but I like to be in control, so I decide the position, the size of the dildo and I also get to decide the rhythm, and usually I’m the one doing the movements, so basically they are there so I can use them as a support to the dildo.

- I can imagine it is not easy to find a woman willing to do that. With a man it would be easier, you wouldn’t even need the dildo.

- It’s not easy, but it’s doable, I have managed. Of course with a man would be easier, but me being a well-known tennis player, it would not be easy to have those experiences and have them not come out.

- But you have them with women, aren’t you afraid they will say something?

- No, I do it only with women I’m in a relationship with, and I make sure we don’t share intimate details about us when the relationship ends. And of course, I can share with you because if you’re here, you’re at least a millionaire, and you don’t need to be speaking to magazines, you guys like your discretion.

- You are indeed careful, but there are still some things you can’t hide, like your boner right now. – Grigor looked at his dick, giggled and arranged his bulge to hide his boner.

- Thank you for letting me know it was that visible.

- You’re welcome. Now that you know about my discretion and of my submissiveness, do you want to get out of here?

- I do. I’ll leave first, wait with my car in the street, and you can follow me in your car, but wait to leave in 10 minutes. – Those were the longest 10 minutes of my life. I left, and his car was waiting on the road in front of the house. As soon as he saw my car, he drove away, and I followed, soon after we parked at a parking lot. He asked me to get in his car, mine would be there, and he would drive me back later to get it. Less than 10 minutes later, we were in an apartment. It looked like his house.

 

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- Take off your jacket. – I could sense that was an order. He was already in the mood. I obeyed, he took his at the same time. He started walking towards the bedroom and I followed him. He removed his bow tie and then came towards me and removed mine. Furthermore, he gave me a dirty smile, grabbed me by my collar and threw me to the bed. – Be quiet, just look at me. – He slowly unbuttoned his white shirt, showing first the hairless muscled chest and then those perfect abs. I wanted to go feral at his body, but he had asked me to just look, so that’s what I did. He threw his shirt on the floor and then removed his shoes and pants. I could see a wet mark on his black briefs, at the tip of his hard dick. He was already precumming, and I couldn’t wait to taste it.

Then, he removed my shoes and my pants, came on top of me, unbuttoned my shirt. I was wearing briefs as well, but mine were dark green. He sat his ass on my hard dick and moved his hips a little, and immediately I felt my dick getting wet. I also noticed that the wet mark on his dick was bigger. He laid down, and our chests touched, his face next to mine, he said in my ear:

- You’re going to do everything I tell you to. Not one move without my permission, you understand?

- Yes, Grigor.

- That’s what I like to hear. I’m going to use this hot body for my own pleasure and your pleasure will just be a consequence of my actions, but do know that if you come without me telling you to, there will be consequences.

- Yes, Grigor. – He moved his face, and now we were looking each other in the eyes. He moved his lips towards mine, but instead of kissing me, he licked my lips with his tongue and didn’t stop looking me in the eyes while doing it. I was electric with pleasure. He went back up with his torso and moved his hips against my body once again.

- God, your dick is so hard and I can feel that is already wet, I’m gonna use it to fuck my hole really good. It’s about time I have a real dick inside me. – now he came back down and kissed me, and our tongues found each other. While kissing, he grabbed both my hands and positioned them in his buttocks. I grabbed it and his ass was so firm and round, he was really the perfect man. We were like that for some minutes, and then he jumped off my lap and removed mine and his briefs, letting our hard dicks finally come out. He got up from the bed and said to me:

- Come here on your knees and suck my dick. – In seconds I was kneeled in front of his dick, I grabbed it with my hand, licked it from the balls to the head, and then I put it in my mouth, started by sucking the head, and slowly I put it all inside. It was so good to have the point of that dick touching my throat. I was going up and down on that stiff wood, looking Grigor in the eyes while doing it. He looked me back and said:

- Yeah, baby, suck it, yeah oh my god it feels so good, you really know how to do it, and I can see you really like the taste of my dick, uh? Just the whore I was needing tonight. – he would then close the eyes and I could see in his face and hear in his moans the amount of pleasure I was giving him and consequently that would make my dick harder and harder.

After a few minutes I took that dick out and started licking and switching from doing that, sucking on it and hitting it in my mouth. That gave Grigor an idea, he grabbed his hard dick and started hitting that dick hard on my face.

- Such a pretty face you have, manly, the body of a man, strong, but then the eyes and behavior of a slut, god, I have never had this amount of pre-cum on my dick before, that’s how horny you’re making me. Open that mouth, put your tongue out. – He was hitting that hard dick on my tongue and every time he would do it the tip of his shaft would release pre-cum, and I could taste it, the salty flavor I loved so much. – Put that slut tongue of yours inside, open your mouth. – He grabbed the sides of my face and stuck his dick inside my mouth and fucked it, first slow, and then he started going faster, and faster and faster, while moaning and saying how good it felt, and calling me slut, whore, bitch. God, I was so hard, so wet, but I knew I couldn’t touch my dick, so I was resisting it. Meanwhile, he was going even faster now, and I felt his dick pulsating inside my mouth, I knew it was coming. He was moaning so loud that people passing on the street would for sure hear and understand what was happening. He grabbed my head with more strength and shots of cum started to fill my mouth. He was so excited that after shooting loads of cum in my mouth, he took it out and still had two loads of cum to shoot on my face. After, he slapped my face tenderly a few times, walked to bed and sat, and I could not only hear his hard and tried breathing, I could see it in his chest going up and down.



- Uff, that was intense, baby! But we’re not finished, hun. – he said when not feeling breathless anymore. He grabbed his legs by his calves, lifted um and showed me a pink hairless hole. – Kneel on the floor and lick this hole. – He said this, licked his fingers and started caressing his hole.

I kneeled, opened up his cheeks and put the tip of my tongue in that ass, gave a good lick, and he moaned just feeling my wet tongue touch his ass. I backed away, looked him in the eyes.

- Spit in my hole! – I did it. – Eat my ass! – I went ahead and went full tongue, licking the hole and around it, grabbing that ass to open that hole, fucking it with my tongue. Also, I was eating that ass fully, suck a pink tight hole and Grigor was loving it, cursing with his moans, saying how good of an ass eater I was. At one point, he squeezed my face between his thighs and demanded I continue to lick his hole, forced my head into his ass, my tongue out working that hole. I loved having my face fucked while sucking cock, but having my face pushed against a perfect ass like this one was an amazing feeling. He used his legs to control my face, getting my face off and on his ass, making my face hit his hole. He was speaking while making my face hit his butt:

- Put! That! Tongue! In! My! Ass! You! Mo! Ther! Fuck! Her!

He then let go of my head, laid down, his legs too, breathing hard again. I looked him in the eyes, he gave me a devious smile, a naughty one. If he could have asked me anything at that moment, I would have given him to him. He lifted himself up, and now he was on all fours, arched back. He hit one of his ass cheeks, grabbed both and made them jiggle while turning his head to look at me.

- Come and eat my ass a bit more. - I was again with my tongue buried in that hungry hole. – Make sure my hole is wet, use your fingers as well, play with my hole, I wanna feel your fingers trying to fuck my ass.

I started pushing to the inside of his hole with one finger, I felt his body relax, and it entered with no problem. I knew then he was very experienced with this. My finger was going inside and out of his hole, and he was squeezing it when it was inside. “Put another finger”, he said. So now I was fucking his ass with two fingers, and he was moaning and taking it like the champion he was.

- Yes, fuck it, hmm, so good those fingers inside my ass, harder! Harder!! Fuck it, you whore! Oh god, I can’t wait to feel something bigger. Hmm, do you think you have what it takes? What I want?

- I do yes, you wanna see it? Wanna see my dick?

- Hmm, I can see that it is still hard, so it’s time we put it to use. Lay down! – I did as he said, he grabbed some lube from a drawer and used it on my dick and in his ass, then he sat on top of me, grabbed my dick and slowly put it inside his ass. My dick slipped inside quickly, and he left a moan of relief, like he finally got what he wanted. His body was facing was towards me, I could see the body of this Bulgarian god, his muscled chest, his perfect abs… He started going up and down on my dick, his hands going from his face down his body to his dick, which was hard again. He was stroking himself while jumping on my dick, he was starting slowly.

- Oh god, that’s what I wanted to feel, a hard dick on my ass, opening my hole, making me feel so good, oh god, I love riding a hard shaft! – He started going faster and faster, hands on my chest to support himself to ride me quicker and quicker.

- Can I touch your body, please? – I asked.

- You can, you wanna feel my chest, my abs, my perfect hot body?

- Yes! – I went with my hands to his sweating muscled body. I was also moaning at this point, and my dick was so wet inside his ass because of all the pre-cum. Feeling his tight hole on my dick was so good, he was riding it fast.

- Grab my ass! – he said. – He now was with his body lower, closer to me, moving his hips, so my dick could get in and out of his hole, he also had slowed down. I could feel all his hip movements with my hands, but I was not controlling them, he was in complete charge. I was just a body with a hard dick and hands to him. He went on like this for some minutes, then grabbed his hard dick, started stroking it at the same rhythm as he was riding me, started to go faster, and faster, and faster… - Spank my ass, you motherfucker! – I did, with one of my hands I spanked the cheek on that side. – Harder! Harder! – I was obeying him. He was also continuing to go faster and stroking his dick as well. – Now both, hit my whole ass, the harder you can! – I was hitting that ass so hard, for sure my hands will leave a big mark on it for days, he was demanding this while moaning, I was moaning as well. Feeling his inside was so hot, heating my already hot cock, I was in heaven, I was having the best sex of my life.

Then, I felt his has contract and squeeze my cock and started going even harder on my cock. The feeling was so good, I thought that kind of pleasure wasn’t possible. He was also stroking his dick very fast now, we were both on the brink of orgasming. I came inside his whole, I milked his insides so much, I think I never came like that much. He also came all over my chest, the second time he was coming that night, and still felt like a lot.

He took my dick out of his ass, left the bed and walked towards the bathroom. He came back a few seconds later holding a towel.

- Clean yourself and get dressed, so I can take you back to your car. I’ll take a quick bath. – I did it and fifteen minutes later he came back from the bathroom wearing only a towel. My god, he was so hot, I could let him do whatever he wanted with me again right there. He took it off and put some white boxers, sweatpants and a sweatshirt. – Let’s go. – He said while grabbing his keys. I followed him out of the apartment, to the car, and then he drove me to mine. -Thank you for tonight. Goodbye. – He was acting very cold now, but we were now both out of the sex trance we were minutes earlier, so I was fine with it. I left his car towards mine.

The plane eventually landed in Barcelona and Diego was waiting for me. He was looking so hot, still in shape, I could notice his muscles in his shirt and pants. We hugged and smiled at each other, I felt so welcomed. We went to his car and he drove us to his apartment in the city. While driving we talked about life, I told him I saw Grigor on the plane, but saved the past details.

The apartment was not big, but had a big bedroom, and I didn’t want him to feel bad by rejecting his invitation to stay with him. Also, the thought of us sleeping close to each other was something that made me horny. I was sleeping in his sofa that first night, wearing shorts and still using the jockstrap, but Diego still didn’t know. I was shirtless. Horny. And thirsty. Both for water and Diego’s dick. I got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen for some water. I was still so horny, after remembering that night with Grigor and also seeing Diego. But I have to admit, manly Diego was leaving me like this. The thought of him seeing me wearing a jockstrap like he asked, to meet his need of that, serving him in that way was making me so horny. But I didn’t want to be a creep and go to his bedroom in the middle of the night.

It was when I was putting my cup in the sink that I heard the door of his bedroom opening. Seconds later, he was also in the kitchen.

- Hi, Diego! Also, not sleepy? – He was wearing only briefs, all of his muscles were there naked for me to admire.

- Yeah… Can you give me a cup of water? – I was still holding the water jar. – While I did it, I was looking at his bulge. He noticed and because of that his bulge started to get bigger. I gave him the water and went back to look at it. The sexual tension was so big. His dick got hard, and the tip jumped out of the briefs. I got closer to him, my dick was hard as well inside the jocks. I got close enough for our dicks to touch. He drank the water, put the cup down and grabbed my ass so we could get even close.

- You not wearing anything besides those shorts?

- I’m wearing something, actually. Something I was expecting you to see.

- Yeah? What is it?

- I escaped from him, turned around and lowered my shorts, showing my muscle bubbly ass in a jockstrap. I turned my eyes to him, and he was smiling and rubbing his hands. Then he spanked my ass, I wasn’t expecting, but he was the one in charge, so it just made me hornier. He came towards me, his dick hard in his briefs touching my bare cheeks and told me in my ear:

- Let’s go to the bedroom. It’s finally time, after all those pictures and tease.

- Yes, sir, whatever you say. – He grabbed my hand and took me to the bed…

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Synopsis of the following episodes, which I haven't written yet.

PART 5
After a few days in Barcelona watching a tennis tournament, Marcel invites Diego for some days off in a yatch, in Ibiza, for some sun, sea and sex.

PART 6 (end of season 2)
Back in Barcelona, Marcel is about to go back to Monte Carlo, but before leaving he has a parting gift for Diego, one that will end up in a new experience.


PART 7 (beginning of season 3)
Diego arrives in Wimbledon invited by Marcel, who will make sure he’ll have a VIP experience at the tournament. While on a walk through the grounds, Diego can’t help but flirt with another tennis player.

PART 8
Diego invites some people that have given him great pleasure in the past for something neither of the guests were expecting.

PART 9 (final)
Marcel, Diego and Olympe (Marcel’s girlfriend) are having the time of their lives at Wimbledon. Marcel has a plan to propose to his girlfriend and asks Diego for help, which makes him question his feelings towards his friend. How will that affect their friendship and Marcel’s relationship with Olympe?

 

[Genjinokimi]

Amazing