Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1998 07:05:03 PST
From: Rick Machair <rickma@hotmail.com>
Subject: Game, Set and Match -The Final Story

Game, Set and Match - The Final Story ?

This is another story in the Game, Set and Match-series, probably the last
one in fact. For the record, I would like to state again that this is a
work of fiction that shouldn't be read by people who are offended by or not
allowed to read about gay sex. Furthermore, I would like to thank all the
people who sent me their comments, suggestions, appreciations. They're
still welcome at: mikec@freemail.nl (please use that address).

Part One: Prelude

What had to be a true highlight in both Pat's life and mine, turned out to
be an awful occasion. Pat had just won the US Open again and indeed a
couple of other major tournaments in the weeks before that, but the party
we organized to celebrate this achievement took a turn for the worst. We
had been so happy together the last few months, but my infidelity shattered
our happiness. The result was that Pat too found himself a lover to get
back at me, when he found out about my affairs. Finding Pat in bed with
another man during that party, was something I could handle. But it was
Pat's way of telling me we were finished, and that was something I did have
difficulty dealing with. I blame myself completely, of course. I should
have kept my hands to myself, I should have resisted temptation, I should
have remained faithful as planned. But it was just too hard not to give in,
not to have sex with all those gorgeous athletes. Could you ?

Part Two: The One With The Plumber

It all started six weeks ago. Pat and I were on the ATP-tour in the US and
Canada. Pat was preparing to defend his title at the US Open. Everything
was going fine between us. We had a loving, exciting relationship
going. And ever since the night we shared with Tommy Haas and Thomas
Enqvist, our relationship was even stronger than before. But suddenly
everything changed when I received an e-mail.

The sender was anonymous, the e-mailadress was a combination of digits,
which told me nothing about the author of the mail, who called himself The
Edge. It was a rather explicit mail. Apparently, The Edge wanted to do all
sorts of things with me. In short, he wanted to have sex with me. At first,
I ignored the message completely, but then I received another and another
and another. Each mail was more explicit and contained more details about
me. The Edge had to know me pretty well. I replied to his message, telling
the author to stop sending those mails, but on reflection I think I
actually didn't want him to stop. I was intrigued, aroused and very
flattered that someone wanted me pretty bad. But my relationship with Pat
was too precious to put at risk. Despite my refusal to meet with him, The
Edge kept insisting up to the point it became annoying. A person, who knew
me quite well, kept sending me these pornographic mails under an alias and
he didn't take no for an answer. I wanted to put an end to this and it
seemed the only thing I could do was confront The Edge in person. But I
wanted to do that on my terms, and so I couldn't agree in meeting him. I
had to find out who the person was and confront him.

Because he knew certain details about him, there weren't a hundred possible
candidates, maybe just a dozen or so. But who was he ? The answer came to
me when I was listening to a song on the radio. It was a song by U2, the
Irish popband. I remembered that one of the band members called himself The
Edge, but since I never met him, he couldn't be my secret admirer. But it
could be a U2-fan and I knew that one of my previous lovers was a big
fan. And he was just the sort of person to do that. He had a reputation
about seducing people, about always getting what and who he wants and about
using every means to obtain his goals. He was definitely devilish enough to
resort to that kind of harassment. I'm talking about Mark
Philippoussis. This Greek-Australian tennis god had seduced me before
during the first weeks of my relationship with Pat and there was no doubt
in my mind that he wouldn't hesitate to do it again, if he felt like it.

But this time, he wouldn't get his way with me. It was time to see Mark in
person and put an end to this sordid stream of mails. One evening, I
gathered my courage and made my way to the hotel where Mark was staying.

Seeing Mark Philippoussis again was not something I really wanted to do. We
ended our affair as friends, but I was very much aware of the effect Mark
always had on me. I have always considered him an extremely attractive man,
someone I had a hard time resisting. But it had to be done. It was time for
me to put an end to his games and make clear to him once and for all that I
had no more interest in him and that I was completely devoted to Pat. With
a very determined knock on his hotel door, I beckoned him out to explain
himself. When Mark didn't open the door immediately, I knocked again, this
time even more fierce than before. Finally the door was opened and Mark
stood in front of me, dressed in a bath robe. It seemed he was just taking
a shower.

"Mike !", he sounded surprised. "What are you doing here ?"

"The game is up !", I said rather dramatically. I always figured I would
make a good actor. "I've come here to ask you to stop what you're
doing. Just leave me alone."

"What the hell are you talking about ? Have you been drinking ?"

I was outraged and raised my voice. "I know it's you who's sending me all
these mails and I want you to stop. There's absolutely no point in
continuing this, since I do not plan to start seeing you again. Our affair
has ended a long time ago and as far as I'm concerned our break-up is
final. And another thing, who do you think...."

Mark didn't let me finish my sentence, grabbed my by the arm and dragged me
in. He shut the door and pushed me against the wall.

"Look, mate, I don't know what has gotten into you, but will you please
stop making a spectacle of yourself and start telling me what exactly is
going on here !", Mark said.

And so, I told him all about the mails and about how I figured out he was
the anonymous writer. Mark looked at me and gave a very convincing
performance in denying he had anything to do with it.

"Believe me, I'm not interested in you", he said. "And even if I were, I
wouldn't send you mails like that. I do have other ways of getting people's
attention, remember ?"

I had to admit that sending anonymous e-mails didn't appear to be Mark's
style. Maybe I didn't give this as much thought as I should have. Maybe I
was wrong. But if Mark didn't write those messages, then who did ? Maybe it
was the one who was knocking on Mark's door right now. It seemed I wasn't
the only visitor. But as soon as Mark heard the knock he froze.

"Shit", he whispered softly. "Now you've really done it. If he finds you
here, you'll ruin my plans."

"What plans ?", I asked.

"I've invited Jan-Michael Gambill to discuss a possible doubles
partnership, and I was hoping to convince him of some different kind of
action. I've been after his ass for weeks and I don't want him to get the
wrong idea when he finds you here."

A second knock on the door.

"You'll have to hide in the bathroom. He must not see you in here."

"I'm not hiding in the bathroom. I'll just leave and let you be in peace",
I suggested.

A third knock, now followed by a voice: "Mark ? It's me, Jan-Michael."

"I'm coming", Mark shouted and then to me: "Look, I'm sure he knows about
our affair. After all, everybody knows about it. What do you think he'll
believe when he finds you here with me only dressed in this bath
robe. Don't ruin this for me and go hide in the bathroom. You owe me. As
soon as I can drag him into my bedroom, you can leave. Let's hope that
won't take too long."

Well, who am I to stand in the way of a man's hormones and I did feel a bit
guilty about falsely accusing Mark like that, so I went over to the
bathroom and closed the door.

Mark finally opened the door to let Gambill in.

"I'm sorry it took so long, but I was just in the shower", Mark explained
his lateness.

So there I was, hiding in Mark's bathroom waiting for him to seduce
Jan-Micheal Gambill so that I could leave quietly. Luckily for me, Mark's
seducing tactiques were quite well developed and I had complete confidence
in him. In the mean time, I had to listen to some shallow chit-chat and
then some talk about their future plans. As I became bored, I decided to
look through the key-hole to see what was going on.

Jan-Michael was sitting on a couch, with his back in my direction. In fact,
all I could see of him was the back of his blond head. But I had seen
Gambill many times before and knew exactly how he looked. He was another
one of those young, rising and terrible handsome tennis stars. His boyish
good looks hadn't gone completely unnoticed. Mark was sitting in another
couch, facing Jan-Michael. I had a perfect view of the Greek, who hadn't
bothered getting dressed. All part of the plan, I guessed. And then,
suddenly, Mark moved his position. He laid one leg on the couch and thus
exposed his cock for all to see. Well, I could see it clearly from where I
was standing, so no way could Gambill miss that. The seduction process had
begun. I was amazed by how casual Mark changed his position to give Gambill
a nice glance of his most prominent organ. He must have done that sort of
thing dozens of time.

I could only guess what Gambill was thinking right now. He definitely must
have seen it. How would he react ? The whole thing became a rather exciting
experience. Seeing Mark's cock caused a stir in my pants and I bet
Jan-Michael was experiencing similar things. He certainly didn't move or
told Mark he had accidentally exposed himself. It obviously distracted him,
since the conversation had died when Mark made his move. Mark had noticed
too Jan-Michael had gone a bit quiet and said:

"Are you all right ? You seem a bit preoccupied. Something I can help you
with ?"

Yes, the old Philippoussis-touch was there again. The experienced sex
machine was swiftly seducing his innocent pray.

"Well", Jan-Michael spoke, "I suppose you're flashing your cock at me,
because you hope to get me into your bed. Not very subtle, Mark."

It looked like Gambill wasn't as innocent as he appeared. Now Mark was the
one left speechless as Gambill continued:

"You're quite famous for that sort of thing, did you know that ? You have
rather a large collection of ex-lovers, some of whom I know pretty well and
they've told me a lot about you. I guess I should be flattered you're going
through all this trouble, but you really shouldn't have. All you had to do
was ask, and we could have been at it by now."

Mark, still speechless, just looked at Gambill as the young American stood
up from his couch and went over to him. Jan-Michael sat next to Mark on the
other couch, grabbed his cock and said:

"It's time to meet your master, Mark."

Mark's cock was growing rapidly in Gambill's hands, but as soon as it
reached its full length, Jan-Michael took his hands of it and moved
closer. He planted a quick, yet passionate kiss on Mark's lips and then sat
on his knees on the couch, so that Mark's face was just a couple of inches
away from Gambill's crotch. Without saying a word, the American undid his
fly, pushed his pants down to his knees and pulled Mark's head
closer. Apparently Gambill wasn't wearing any underwear. I couldn't see his
cock from where I was standing. I could only see his ass as he started
fucking Mark's mouth. My Greek friend didn't seem to mind at all that he
wasn't in control this time. I could tell from Jan-Michael's moans that
Mark was sucking eagerly on his latest prize. And the American was
obviously enjoying it too, encouraging Mark to continue. Within minutes he
shot his load in Mark's mouth.

Of course, witnessing that whole scene got me extremely horny. Pat wouldn't
know what hit him as soon as I got home. I would be all over him. I just
wanted to get out of that bathroom as soon as possible, go back to my own
hotel room and fuck Pat for hours.

"I want you to fuck me, Mark", I heard Gambill say. "I've heard you're
good."

Great, I thought, now they'll go to the bedroom and I can sneak out.

"Just give me a minute to freshen up and then we'll really get things on",
Gambill added.

This wasn't good. The words 'freshen up' kept filling my mind. Where would
he 'freshen up' ? Not in here, I hoped. I heard Mark shouting:

"No ! I can't wait ! I want you now !"

"Surely, you want me to be all clean for you, don't you. I'll only be gone
for a minute."

"Please, Jan-Michael. Come back here !"

But Gambill wouldn't give in. He was determined to enter the bathroom and I
had to come up with a plan. I had to hide. Unfortunately, most bathrooms
don't have a lot of hiding facilities. And this was no exception. The only
place was the shower. If I stood in the shower, behind the curtain, he
might not see me. And so I got in the shower, just a few seconds before he
opened the door. My hiding plan turned out to be completely inadequate,
since I heard Jan-Michael say:

"Who the hell are you ? And what are you doing in that shower ?"

If anyone ever meets the guy who invented transparent shower curtains,
please hit him on my behalf. Luckily, I'm an inventive person and I had a
plan B.

"Hi there, I'm the plumber. Just inspecting the shower."

Yes, when I think back to plan B, I realize it was even more stupid than
plan A. For one thing, I wasn't exactly dressed as a plumber. And more
importantly, I had worked on the ATP-tour for several months, so Gambill
knew exactly who I was. He didn't seem too happy about finding me there,
but luckily Mark stepped in.

"Look, Jan-Michael, he's cool. He just came over here to talk to me and I
asked him to hide in here, so you wouldn't think we had something
together."

"Well, how do we know he won't tell anyone ? I don't want this to get out."

"He won't tell. I don't think he would want people to find out he was here,
either. Especially Pat Rafter. You see, they're lovers and I'm sure he
wouldn't appreciate Mike coming over to see me."

"That's right", I said. "I won't tell anyone."

"You're sleeping with Pat ? Lucky you. I don't suppose he would consider a
threesome some day."

"Well, I don't think so, but if he ever suggests it, you'll be the first to
know", I tried to be funny, confidant that this embarrassing situation was
over now. But Gambill didn't see it like that:

"You know, you're kinda cute yourself. You should join us."

"No, thanks. I really should be going now. Just keep enjoying
yourselves. I'll find my way out." And with that, I swiftly got out of the
shower.

"Not so fast, Mike. I don't think you really want to go. I think you want
to stay and have some fun with us. Don't worry, we won't tell Pat."

Jan-Michael Gambill moved closer, stretched out his hand and put it on my
crotch, feeling my cock through my pants. My cock hadn't gone completely
limp yet, with all that excitement, and Gambill seemed to be encouraged by
my half hard-on to continue. And as you should know by now, I'm quite
famous for not being able to resist temptation. I was horny as hell and a
beautiful guy was offering me sex. What would you have done if you were me
?

Jan-Michael gave me kiss and continued rubbing my cock, until it was really
hard. Then he just slipped his hand under the waistband of my pants and
underwear to touch my bare cock. That wonderful feeling truly convinced me
that staying was the right thing to do. I started kissing him back, feeling
his tongue probing my mouth and finding my own tongue. Gambill was a good
kisser. And very eager too. Before I knew it, he had unbuttoned my fly and
pushed my pants and underwear down to expose my hard cock to him and to
Mark, who was still standing there in his bath robe, with an obvious
hard-on himself, staring at our moves.

Now Jan-Michael started to take his own clothes off. He peeled off his
shirt to reveal an exquisite, hairless, muscular torso. He was shaped
perfectly. And when he got rid off the pants I noticed it wasn't just his
upper body that had a beautiful form. With strong, fuzzy legs and a rock
hard cock between them, the picture was complete. Now, he only wore his
shoes and socks and nothing else. And I had followed his lead as if I was
looking into a mirror. Both naked except for some minor accessories, we
pressed our bodies together, grinding our cocks together, kissing like mad,
feeling each other everywhere.

Finally, Mark couldn't stand it any longer. He took off his bath robe and
joined us. He pressed himself against Jan-Michael's back, resting his hard
cock between the young American's cheeks. But Gambill didn't seem
interested in Mark, he just ignored him and kept paying all his attention
at me. His hands didn't leave my body, his lips didn't move away from
mine. I, on the other hand, was drawn to Mark. All the memories of the
wonderful times we had, filled my mind. Sure, it never was much more than
sex, but it was great sex. My hands searched for Mark's body and when they
found it, a shiver went through my body. Jan-Michael was one of the hottest
pieces of flesh around, but right now he was just standing between Mark and
myself. He was an obstacle. I could see in Mark's eyes that he felt the
same way, even though he had wanted Jan-Michael so bad.

In the mean time, Gambill had moved his attention to my neck. He was
kissing and licking it, as I gazed into the eyes of the Greek. Gambill's
lips kept exploring my body, moving further down inch by inch. And when he
reached my belly, Mark and I almost crushed him trying to kiss each
other. I don't know what was the biggest turn-on at that moment: the fact
that gorgeous Jan-Michael's lips were getting very close to my cock or the
fact that Mark's saliva filled my mouth when we exchanged a wet kiss. I had
kissed Mark hundreds of times and yet it still felt exciting. I almost
forgot there was a third party present, until that party started to suck on
my balls. Gambill was definitely awesome too. The way he gently nibbled at
my balls, while caressing my butt, revealed true expertise in this area. I
divided my attention between the two men. One hand was stroking Mark's
chest, still his best feature, while my other hand was on Gambill's head,
stroking his blonde hair. My mouth was devoted to Mark, while Jan-Michael's
mouth was devoted to my hard cock. He engulfed my cock with his lips and
tried to take it all in at once, making my cock wet and slippery. Then he
went up and down on it with his lips. First slowly but with a firm grip,
then faster and faster.

Mark had moved in behind me and was now kissing the back of my neck and
grabbing my ass. With four hands on my butt, one mouth on my cock and
another one on the back of my neck, I was in heaven. Screams of joy left my
mouth, and things were just starting to heat up. Jan-Michael had stopped
sucking my dick and turned his attention back at my balls. His hands were
now on my thighs, thus surrendering my butt completely to Mark, who had his
own plans. I could feel his hard cock resting against my cheek as he pushed
himself against me. Philippoussis' hands had now taken possession of my
chest. He was stroking my hard nipples, sucking on my ear lobes and
positioning himself to fit his cock exactly between my legs.

Jan-Michael took my cock back in his mouth at the exact moment when I felt
Mark's cock pushing against my ass-hole. Since my ass and his cock were old
friends, there was little resistance. His cock slid inside my ass as easily
as my own throbbing organ slid inside the American's wet mouth. Gambill was
finishing the blow-job by concentrating his efforts on my cock-head. First
he covered it in saliva, then he started kissing it and last but not least
he sucked it with vigor. Mark didn't do much at first, he just enjoyed
feeling my intestines all around his cock, but he started thrusting his
cock in and out as soon as I asked him too. It was great to feel Mark
inside me once again and it was a moment I wanted to preserve as long as
possible, but I also wanted Mark to fuck me as hard as he used to. No one
can fuck a man harder than Mark, without actually hurting him.

After a while Mark and Jan-Micheal's movements became synchronized, as did
Mark's and my moans. We were all having sex together in complete
harmony. It was truly a work of art. But unfortunately, there are
orgasms. Believe me, I didn't want to shoot my load so soon, but there was
no stopping it. Jan-Michael's fierce sucking and Mark's heavy fucking
pushed me over the edge. As my juice filled Jan-Michael's mouth, Mark kept
thrusting. And just as the last drop of cum left my cock, my ass was filled
with Greek love juice from the man whose body I had missed so much. Mark
was cuming inside me as Jan-Michael stood up and kissed me again, thus
making me taste my own fluids.

You might think we were all satisfied after that, but you couldn't be
further from the truth. We left the bathroom and continued our evening of
passion in the bedroom. Mark lay on his back on the bed and I sat on my
knees between his legs, bending over to give him the blow-job I knew he
wanted. And as I was giving Mark a blow-job, just the way he liked it, with
lots of tongue and hard sucking, I was in perfect position to be fucked by
Gambill. Again, mouths and asses were filled with cum. But our last effort
proved to be the best. Not only could we last longer, after having cum
twice before in the last half an hour or so, but also because I finally had
the chance of sucking Jan-Michael's cock and receiving a damn good blow-job
by Mark.

After two hours of mindless sex, I had to go. I figured Pat would be
starting to wonder where I was by now and we parted company after promising
each other this wouldn't get out. I kissed Jan-Michael good-bye and left
him laying on the bed. Mark walked me to the door and before I left, said:

"You know, I thought a lot about you ever since we broke up. If ever I want
a stabile relationship, I hope it's with someone like you."

With one final, deep kiss we said good-bye, until a next time. I left my
two friends behind, but I was sure they wouldn't get bored easily. When I
got back to Pat, he was already asleep. Before I got undressed and sneaked
in beside him, I checked my mail messages on my laptop. It seemed The Edge
had done it again. The time of sending was about when Mark, Jan-Michael and
I were busy in the bathroom. I had eliminated one potential sender, but I
was hardly closer to the truth.

To be continued.

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