Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 17:15:05 +1100 From: Not JRR Tolkien Subject: Deuce on the Circuit - Part One This story is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of Roger Federer or any of the other tennis players, sportsmen or celebrities mentioned in this and subsequent stories. The usual caveats apply - if its illegal to read fun stuff like this where your sitting right now, then don't go on. This is simply a fantasy about life on the tennis circuit. We can dream, can't we? If you like the material send me an email at aussie_stud@hotmail.com and maybe I can dream a little more. If you have suggestions about players or other sportsmen to include let me know too. Deuce on the Circuit - Part One Roger Federer sat quietly in the change-room, thinking about his win over the even younger Spanish up-and-comer Tommy Robredo. It had been a tough match and he had needed to win to give his country a chance to pick up another point in the 2002 Hopman Cup. His female team-mate had been beaten by Arantxa Sanchez-Vicario in the first match, and now she and Roger would have to go out and win their mixed doubles match to secure the point. It wasn't a promising scenario as Arantxa and young Tommy were teaming well together. Tommy had shown some good form in his singles match and was a real up-and-comer. Roger had the rooms to himself and was not due out on court for another twenty minutes. Time for a shower and a quick jerk-off as he prepared himself for the next battle. Why was he feeling this horny, he wondered? Maybe the Argentinean stud, Mariano Zabaletta had something to do with it, wandering around in his towel earlier in the day after a training session. Mariano was certainly great looking and maybe interested in a little playing around. His coach, Tim Clarke, was outside doing an interview with the Belgian press and would not be around to join him in the shower. A pity, Roger thought, as he was feeling very horny and wanted to shoot his cum over Tim's hairy chest ASAP. Tim was usually very horny and Roger could just have to wait a while until they were both back in the hotel. Roger smiled at the thought. Tim was easily the best thing that had ever happened to him in his short life of 20 years. Roger and Tim had now been together for 3 years, since the early days of Roger's tennis career, back when he was playing junior tournaments around the globe. Tim was 28, eight years older than his protegee. He had been selected by Roger's family from a long list of coaches back when their son was a rising star and potential world beater. They looked for a coach who could relate to their teenage son, who could be a positive role model and who could mould Roger's tennis into a the highest possible quality. Tim had been encouraged to seek the job by Andre Agassi, the American tennis player and an old school friend, who had heard the Federer family were looking for a coach and mentor for their young champion son. After a promising junior tennis career, a serious knee injury and subsequent semi-successful knee reconstruction of his ACL had terminated Tim's dreams of success as a player. Now coaching was his forte. The two young men had hit it off together from the start. Roger had been only 17, a raw talent and determined to succeed in the very tough world of tennis. Tim was equally keen for Roger to succeed and to help him so he would be able to handle the fame and money that success would bring with it. What neither of them expected was the physical side of their relationship. Roger had been focussed on tennis and the academic side of school all his life and had never had a relationship with a girl - or another boy for that matter. Tim had been secretly gay for 10 years, since a school tennis camp opened his eyes to the joys of other men's bodies, but never openly gay amongst his tennis peers. It was a case of playing it safe to protect his tennis coaching career. But their attraction for each other grew strongly and by the time Roger was 19 and a handsome young man, Tim knew that he would have to do decide on his approach soon. Either he would back off and move onto another coaching job, or go for it totally with Roger. He was getting good vibes about his chances of success from Roger during training and his very open horse-play in the showers afterwards. And then it all happened one night in New York after Roger had been beaten in the semis of the US Open juniors. Tim had taken Roger out for dinner and they had ended up walking through the city around 2am. After a few beers and wines and given the warmth of the evening, Roger had unbuttoned his shirt as they walked along, and Tim had done the same. Tonight Roger, who was tall for his age and had long hair and a lean athletes body, looked incredibly sexy to Tim, more so than ever before. He had a quick look across at Roger and caught him looking at his own hairy chest. "Lets go back to the hotel, Rog. I'm feeling like bed and a long sleep in. How about you?" "Sounds fine to me," Roger replied keenly. Back at the hotel they went up to their rooms, next door to one another on the 15th floor. As he stopped at his door, Roger looked over his shoulder at Tim. "How about coming in for a drink, Tim. I don't want to be on my own at the moment. Please?" Tim smiled and said OK. Maybe this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for. As he followed Tim in, Roger took off his shirt and threw it onto the sofa. He sat down, took off his runners, and leaned back throwing his arms out along the back of the sofa. "Help yourself to a drink, Tim, and can you get me a mineral water please." Tim, who had been watching Roger relax and was now thinking that this definitely had to be the night, went over to the bar fridge and got himself a beer and some water for Roger. As he walked back to the sofa he looked again at the boy he had watched mature in front of his own eyes. Rog was now tanned and lithe, filling out his 188cm frame with a delicious looking body that just demanded attention. He had a lightly haired chest, big strong pecs and big dark nipples. The dark hair that was more prolific in the valley of Roger's pecs grew down in a trail to his belly button and then spread out over his firm six pack of a stomach before disappeared under the waistband of his 3/4 length dark blue pants. It gradually got darker, more prolific and more inviting as it headed down towards his cock, which Tim knew from the occasional glimpses in the change-rooms was a beautiful monster that he wanted to get very close to. Roger had his longish hair loose tonight, wearing it pulled back only for his matches. As Tim sat down next to Roger he ran his hand though Roger's hair. "Have you considered cutting this short? It would help you in matches, especially in hot places like Australia." "I might think about it, Tim. But it really is a turn on for the fans and in a few years it will be one of the things I'm best known for. Apart from my tennis that is." Tim continued massaging Roger's head, noticing a rise in the front of Roger's shorts as he could feel his own cock getting harder, pushing against his own jocks. "Yeh, OK, the girls love it. But what about the male fans? Don't they matter? Anyway, I'm sure you have lots of admirers who would long to get as up close and personal with you as I'm able to." Roger turned to Tim. "Like now, hey? But there's really only one fan I'm interested in, Tim." Roger placed his own hand on Tim's and brought it down so Tim could feel the hardness of Roger's cock. "I've wanted to feel your body against mine and be able to kiss you for ages now and I'm getting good vibes that you want the same. Tell me I'm right?" "Oh yeh, you're so right. I've been scared off cause my relationship with you is as your coach, but each time I see you I get so hot and horny. I've had to jerk off thinking about you so many times you wouldn't believe." He leaned in and pulled Roger's head towards him to be able to kiss him. As their arms wrapped around one another, their lips met for the first time. Roger's lips parted slightly and he could feel Tim's tongue probing and pushing in, playing with his own tongue. It was an amazing feeling for them both, having wanted each other but never making the move for fear of destroying their partnership. After what seemed like hours, Roger finally broke free and gulped for air. It was his first male to male kiss and he loved the power that he felt from Tim's eager mouth and body. He move around in front of Tim and knelt on the floor in front of him. While eager to see Tim's prick and taste the juices that would flow his way, he started by easing the shirt off Tim. It had already been unbuttoned from their walk and he looked again at the tantalising body in front of him. Tim was basically a hot Yankee jock. At about 185cm, Tim was good looking, tanned and powerfully built. He was a fine athlete and a frequent weights user, following Roger into the gym when he could spare the time. He had a squarish, angular face with short blonde hair and intense blue eyes. His hair was a little scruffy, with the front brushed up and gelled, as was the latest style. A thick forest of dark blonde curly hair covered his pecs and surrounded his large nipples, which stood out amongst the curls, dark and erect. A strong line of dark curly hair gathered under his pecs, ran down to his belly button and spread out again across his stomach. Tim was proud of his tanned and strong physique, knowing that the mat of hair on his chest was a huge turn on for many men. Roger placed his hands on Tim's chest and moved his fingers through the tight curls of his chest hair, feeling the strength and power of Tim's shoulders and pecs. He licked his fingers and gently pulled and played with Tim's hardening nipples. Tim moaned softly and looked straight into Roger's eyes. "I want you so badly Roger. I've been dreaming of something like this happening for ages and I just want you to take me now. Please." "It will be my pleasure," Roger replied, moving his hands down to the top of Tim's khaki shorts. He unbuttoned the top and then each of the buttons on the fly, feeling the hard cock rising underneath. Roger pulled the shorts down as Tim eased his ass away from the sofa. The shorts lid off to reveal a pair of white Calvin Klein y-fronts, contrasting with Tim's tanned body. A big solid hard prick strained for release, leaking against the soft cotton fabric. Tim's legs were solid and muscly and, like his chest, tanned and hairy. Roger moved his hands over Tim's thighs feeling their strength, and moved his hands up under the side of his briefs to feeling Tim's massive balls surrounded in a mass of curls. Roger leaned forward to put his mouth up against the briefs, feeling with his lips the width and stature of Tim's jock cock. With his fingers he gently eased Tim's cock through the gap in the briefs, poking out majestically. Roger leaned forward and massaged the rock-hard cock. He twirled his fingers around the large dark pink head before gently pulling Tim's briefs down and away over his man-meat. Eight inches of cock leapt out, pointing straight at Roger and just asking to be swallowed whole. Roger licked his lips and leaned forward to taste his first piece of male cock. Roger had seen his fair share of dicks in his time in the showers after tennis matches, many of which had been rock-hard as players came down from their emotional high of winning by jerking off. But he had never seen one up quite this close. And he had certainly never before done the things he was about to do now with Tim's man-meat. Roger ran his tongue around the large smooth head of Tim's cut cock. It tasted slightly salty yet was unbelievably satisfying. As he moved his lips down the length he could feel the ridges and texture of Tim's solid prick. He swallowed more and more and could smell the masculinity of Tim's mass of pubic hair and his large hairy balls, and he dreamt of the joys of the hairy ass that was still to be discovered. Roger's first efforts were driving Tim crazy. He was pretty good for a beginner and Tim's cock was now so hard it didn't seem possible for it to ever become soft again. His balls were swollen and ready to burst with bucket-loads of cum at any moment. But first Tim longed to feel the young cock of his protegee sliding up his ass, riding Roger's cock and feeling it explode inside him as he watched his own cock explode over Roger's young body. Roger slid his mouth up and down Tim's hard pole for several minutes, Tim writhing in pleasure as each movement of Roger's lips and tongue drove him closer to blowing his load. Roger's use of his tongue to massage the underside of the leaking and tasty head was awesome. As he went down on the full eight inches and then back up for air, Roger looked up at Tim and grinned like a Cheshire cat. Tim smiled back and licked his lips. Now it was his turn to see Roger eye to eye. He asked Roger to stand up and as he did so, Tim move forward on the sofa. He ended up with his face about six inches from Roger's groin, covered at the moment in his blue 3/4-length shorts. Tim looked up at Roger's flat six-pack stomach, covered lightly in a mass of black hair, and down Roger's strong hairy legs. He reached down to undo the laces on Roger's runners. Roger stepped out of his shoes, leaving his white socks on. Seeing the sexy white socks still on, Tim smiled. There really was something sexy about a red-hot male stud like Roger wearing nothing but white socks. Tim placed a hand on each calf and moved them slowly upwards, pushing the legs of Roger's long shorts up as he did so. For a young man of 19, Roger had incredibly sexy legs, athletic, wiry and covered in a dark hairy fuzz. Tim leaned forward and kissed the material covering Roger's prick. He could feel the erection underneath and wanted desperately to taste Roger's Swiss cock. He reached out and undid the button at the top of Roger's shorts and then slowly undid the zipper. As he pulled the shorts down he noticed Roger was wearing a black jockstrap that now struggled to keep all his goodies in place. His balls pushed down on the material as his nine inch cock pushed up on the top band, nearly poking over the edge. Tim placed his hands on the cheeks of Roger's ass, feeling their soft downy covering, and pulled him closer to his mouth. He slowly pulled the band of Roger's jockstrap down and he felt the hard cock spring free and slap him in the face. "So what have we here, Rog? Shaved balls and trimmed pubes. You are a surprise." "A recent delight I discovered after watching another player shave himself in the showers the other day. I nearly blew my load just watching him, and then I had to rush back to the hotel to do it to myself. And let me tell you, just doing it to yourself is incredibly horny fun as well! And if you think I'm going to tell you who it was a saw you can think again. It's my secret. I don't think he knew I was watching." "OK, Rog. But I'll find out from you somehow, sometime." Tim moved his fingers over Roger's smooth balls. He looked at Roger's long moist prick oozing pre-cum, sticking out like a cannon from his short wiry pubes. It all contrasted delightfully with Roger's untanned skin from where he wore only shorts while practising. Tim now saw Roger's cock for the first time for what it was, a long and solid piece of man-meat just waiting to erupt. Tim slipped Roger's cock inside his mouth, letting his lips and tongue wrap around the long shaft. It was a real beauty and he prayed that he would do it justice by swallowing the full length. After several minutes of Tim's mind-blowing sucking and slurping, Roger could feel his body tensing as he got closer to blowing his load. All at once he got to the point of no return and erupted. His body arched and he pushed his cock further down Tim's throat as he shot his first load. He tensed again and again as torrents of cum flew into Tim's eager mouth. "Oh my gawd, Tim! I never knew that would feel so sensational. And thank god I've got lots more where that came from." Tim swallowed the last of Roger's juices and licked his lips. He hadn't expected that to happen first up, but Rog was obviously so horny that he deserved to blow straight away. Tim just knew Rog would have another bucket-load of cum to deliver once he felt his cock riding up Tim's tight ass. "What does it taste like, Tim?" Roger asked. "Let's go into the bedroom and you can find out," replied Tim. They both took off there remaining clothes, leaving just those sexy white socks on, and moved into the bedroom where Roger had been provided with a huge king-size bed. Tim sat down on the crisp white sheets and leaned back as Roger climbed onto the bed. As Tim lay down, Roger moved into position to take Tim's thick cock into his mouth. Tim had similar ideas and worked his way into position to get access to Roger's moist still hard cock. As they licked and sucked each other's cock, their bodies came together for the first time, pressing up against one another and each writhing with pleasure. Roger could feel the mass of hair on Tim's chest pressing up against his own body, driving him to another level of pleasure. It was the man-on-man experience he had long looked forward to, and now that it happened he knew this was "it". Their bodies moved and re-adjusted positions, mouths never leaving cocks, tongues always active and balls ready to shoot into action. Roger could feel himself coming close and so he gently eased Tim's mouth off his cock as he swung around to give solitary attention to Tim's huge prick. He knelt between Tim's thighs as Tim sat back. Roger looked down at the treasures that Tim was now offering up to him. As Tim came closer to climax his body arched off the bed and he shoved his cock down Roger's throat. Roger felt Tim's cock get rock hard and before he knew it tasted his first cum as Tim erupted, shooting his juices down Roger's eager throat. It tasted like nothing he'd ever tasted before, just delicious. Tim eased his body down and relaxed. He looked up at Roger with a feeling of intense pleasure and reached up and pulled Roger down onto him. Roger lay on top of Tim feeling again the joys of Tim's hairy chest and strong arms as they wrapped Roger up in a strong embrace. He kissed Tim and shared the taste of Tim's cum as their tongues inter-played. Roger stopped for a moment and took several deep breaths. He looked down at Tim and grinned. "Well I know what diet I'm on from now on! My tennis should just get better and better." Tim laughed and pushed Roger gently off, so they lay side-by-side with arms intertwined. As Tim sat up slightly and propped his head up with one hand, he looked along Roger's sweaty body. "You were sensational Rog. I didn't expect to blow like that but I wasn't going to tell you to ease off." He moved his free hand over Rogers' chest, tweaking the nipples and running his hand over the fine dark hairs. His hand moved down Roger's stomach and he wrapped his fingers around Roger's still hard nine inches. "And now I want to feel this inside me, Rog. I want your cock to own me and I just know you've got another load of cum to spray up my ass." Roger's cock seemed to get harder and longer in Tim's hand. "Only if I can feel yours in the same way. It'll be my first time and it is a bit big, not that I'm complaining. You'll treat me gently, OK?" "Oh I'll do that, alright," replied Tim, amazed that Roger was as keen to experience as much as he could in such a short time. "But first, I'm going to get some lube and I'm going to give you the thrill of your life." Tim disappeared through the connecting doors into his room next door and came back moments later with a tube of flavoured lube. As he knelt on the bed in between Roger's athletic and hairy thighs, Tim spread lube all over Roger's full nine inch cock. He got more lube from the tube and massaged Roger's chest, pulling on his nipples and stroking his balls and thighs. He eased a finger into Roger's ass very gently, giving Roger a feeling for the pleasures he had coming. Roger moaned and looked eager for more but before he got carried away Tim went back to massaging Roger's prick. Roger looked down and moaned again as Tim moved his hand up and down gently along the length of his man-meat. After a few seconds of this, Roger took Tim's hand and moved it away. "Don't go there, Tim. I'm going to blow my next load in only one way and that's up your Yankee ass." "Well get ready for the ride of your life, Swiss boy!!" Tim straddled Roger's chest and raised his ass slightly so he could feel Roger's hard cock nestling in the hairy valley of his ass. Roger could see Tim's hard cock bouncing in front of eyes, and as Tim eased down he felt the first contact of his cock with Tim's asshole. As his cock head moved up and into the hairy ass, Tim tensed slightly and pushed down. All at once he felt Roger's cock slide in and he breathed deeply and looked down to see Roger staring back at him in intense pleasure. Roger smiled and pulled Tim down further as his cock slid more deeply into Tim's ass. Such thrills Roger had never experienced before or even anticipated, as Tim eased his body up and down along the nine inches of his now rock hard cock. He felt his desire for more increase, moving to higher and higher levels of ecstasy. Time eased his ass off Rogers' cock and moved along side Roger on the bed, laying on his back. "Fuck me, Roger. I want to see your face as you blow inside my ass." It took no time for Roger to be positioned between Tim's thighs, with Tim's legs wrapped around Roger's back. Roger looked down at his cock and moved it gently into position at the gateway to Tim's ass. He felt the hairs of Tim's ass tickle his cock slightly as he plunged his cock into Tim's ass with a sudden movement that took Tim by surprise. Tim gasped and reached forward to pull Tim closer and deeper inside him. Roger moved his cock around and thrust it back and forward, driving Tim to his own new levels of delight. At the same time their bodies tensed and their cocks erupted. As Tim shot his load straight up, hitting Roger in the chest, he felt Roger unload, plunging deeper into his ass as he came for the second time tonight. Roger kept on coming, shooting cum for what seemed like forever. After his cock slipped out of Tim's ass, he lay down beside him and pulled Tim over on top of him. They kissed deeply and lovingly as their cocks and cum came together. Roger and Tim had had a long, long shower together, soaping each other up as they washed their cum away. It was time to investigate each other's bodies, moving hands and mouths over each other's face, chest, nipples, arm-pits, cock, balls, ass and legs. Roger knew his life was for ever changed. Tim knew he had a chance to forge ahead in a real relationship with his young star. Time to be gloriously happy and content as they wrapped each other up in a bear hug, dried each other off with the hotel's fluffy towels and headed back to bed for some sleep ... or whatever else might happen. As Roger showered in the change-rooms at the Hopman Cup three years later, he remembered how he and Tim had gone at it like gay rabbits in the hotel room for the next 36 hours. They moved on to new cities, new hotel rooms and new experiences. As I said at the beginning, if you like this let me know at aussie_stud@hotmail.com and I'll keep the stories coming...