Date: Mon, 28 Dec 1998 20:47:25 EST
From: bumlets@usa.net
Subject: "Grand Slam of Sampras"

***Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. It's
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e-mail me at bumlets@usa.net

This story is a work of fiction regarding a celebrity. This story in no way
implies anything about his sexuality. ENJOY!***

			  "Grand Slam of Sampras"

		I turned the key and opened the door to my small
apartment. It had been an exhausting day at the amusement park where I
worked. It wasn't a bad job for a 21 year- old. It was helping me pay the
bills. I crashed into my recliner that had seen better days, and flipped on
the stereo. The DJ was already talking, "Our 2wd contest question is..." I
chuckled every time I heard the nickname for WWDE, my favourite station. It
made me think of the cup size of a woman's bra, something I had absolutely
no interest in. My line of thought had made me miss the question. Luckily
the DJ repeated it as if just for me, "What New York City riot occurred
shortly after the death of singer/actress Judy Garland?"

		I couldn't believe how easy the question was! I called the
number to the station, and surprisingly, it rang. Suddenly, someone on the
other end answered.  "Congratulations! You're the 9th caller! What's your
name?" I couldn't believe it! I actually got through! Realising I hadn't
answered, I shouted "Steve!" almost too late.

		"Well Steve, do you know the answer to our question of the
day?" I knew what it was but I didn't want to sound pompous, so I said, "Is
it the Stonewall Riot?" I heard what sounded like fanfare on the other end
of the phone, then the DJ shouted, "You're correct!!! Congratulations! Do
you know what you've just won Steve?" The prizes were usually lame, but I
remained excited, "No, what?" "Well Steve, as you may know, all this month
we've been tempting listeners with our secret Grand Prize. You chose the
right question to answer. You've won our grand prize, an all-expenses paid
trip for two to Flushing Meadows, New York to see the first-round match of
your choice at the US Open Tennis Championship!" This time, it was my turn
to do the screaming! The DJ finally got a word in, "So which tennis pro are
you going to see?" `A no-brainer question if ever there was one!' I
thought. "I'm going to see Pete Sampras!"

		A couple weeks later, I was on a flight from Norfolk Int'l
to LaGuardia Int'l Airport. I decided to bring my best friend Jessica along
as my guest. She seemed almost as excited as I was about the trip and the
chance to see a US Open game in person. Jessica (I call her Jess) was one
of the first people I came out to. She had tried playing the gay
match-maker for me. Every time it was a dud, but she was determined to hook
me up. I'd had so many Mr. Wrongs that I wondered if there was an actual
Mr. Right out there.

		We got to the airport, got my car from the car-rental
counter, and made the drive to the hotel Jess and I would be staying in for
the next week. The tennis match wasn't until Friday morning. Since it was
only Tuesday evening, we decided to hang-out in the hotel room that night
and order room service. I figured we could afford it since the prize
package I won included $1,000. We toured New York City on Wednesday. It was
nice seeing all the sights, but the day seemed to drag on forever. I
couldn't wait for Friday. Jess seemed to read my thoughts. "You're not
enjoying New York City! Are you thinking about the man of your dreams?
What's his name again?" I took a playful swing at her for even teasing me
about Pete.

		Friday finally arrived and with our tickets in hand, Jess
and I made our way through the throngs of people at the huge tennis complex
and found our seats. Pete was playing some no-name Croatian that had
forty-seven letters in his last name and only two of which were vowels. The
match was being played on Centre Court, the court with the largest stadium
capacity on the grounds. The official judge called for quiet and the match
began. As it got later in the morning, the weather got more humid. At the
end of the first set, Pete removed his shirt, to put on a fresh one. I
nearly fainted! I knew Pete was hairy, but it wasn't as much as I thought.
Dark brown hair covered his chest and arms. It was hard to see from where I
was sitting, but I could make out the two dark nipples of his. I would have
looked longer but I felt a sharp pain on my knee. Jess had pinched me,
"Pick your jaw up off the ground! Did you know you were actually drooling?"
We laughed and the match started back up.

		Less than an hour later the match was over. Sampras won in
straight sets.  After Match-Point, he took a tennis ball and hit it into
the stands. It looked as if it was coming right towards me. Several people
around me, Jess included, stood to try and grab the ball. I sat my program
down and started standing to make a vain attempt at catching the ball. I
felt a sharp pain, then briefly noticed it get dark rather quickly. Just
then I hit the ground...

		When I came to, I had to adjust my eyes to the light. I
looked around and saw a paramedic standing next to me. Jessica was with
him. I groggily spoke, "What happened?" "Pete Sampras hit a tennis ball
into the stands after he won and it landed on the top of your head," she
said. She held up a tennis ball, presumably the one Pete had hit me with. I
put my hand on my head to feel for a bruise. The paramedic responded,
"You've got a bruise from the tennis ball and a minor concussion from your
head hitting the cement. There's very little swelling, so there's nothing
major to worry about."

		At that moment, another paramedic opened the door to the
first aid room and spoke. "Excuse me, but there's someone here to see you."
She motioned for the person to enter. To my disbelief, it was Pete Sampras
himself! I was having MAJOR swelling at this point, contrary to what the
paramedic said! Pete made his way over to where I was lying down.  "I'm
really sorry about what happened out there. I didn't mean to knock anyone
unconscious, especially a major fan like you." I looked at him
quizzically. Jess spoke up, "I told the paramedics you were a big fan of
Mr. Sampras." I quickly turned back to Pete and spoke up. "Yes sir
Mr. Sampras. I've been a fan of yours since you started on the ATP."
"Thanks. Call me Pete." 'Pete!?!' I thought. 'He's actually letting me call
him Pete?' I sat up.

		"I was hoping I could do something for you Steve," Pete
said. "That's awfully nice of you Mr....er...I mean Pete, but the
paramedics did a good job and I only suffered a small bruise and a minor
concussion." "Well," he continued, "I understand your staying at the
Excelsior. Would you like to watch my second round match Sunday?"  "Would
I!?!" "I'll take that as a yes?" Pete said, chuckling. He patted my
shoulder, and walked out. 'Was it just me, or did his hand rest there a
moment longer that it should have?'  While the idea was rollin' around in
my head, Jess started talking to me. I was still looking at the door and
thinking about Pete. Finally she got my attention, "Earth to Steve! I was
wondering if you heard me." "How could I not?" I replied. She might have
taken offense, had I not cocked an eyebrow. She playfully jabbed me in the
side and when she saw the paramedic wasn't within earshot said, "Maybe
because the man of your dreams was talking to you?" At that point I thought
back to him there, picturing him in varying layers of clothing. "Yeah..."
was all I could muster. "Well," Jess said, "You're in no condition to get
behind the wheel. I'm driving us back to the hotel.

		The following day Jess and I ate breakfast in the Hotel
restaurant.  Afterwards, Jess said she wanted to do some more shopping. I
told her I'd rather lie down and take a nap. She told me she'd be gone most
of the day, and left. I walked over to the elevator and got whisked to my
floor. Opening the door, closing it, and collapsing on the bed took all of
about 5 seconds. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep when the phone
rang. Expecting it to be Jess, I answered, "How's the shopping going babe?"
The voice on the other end said, "I'm flattered, but how did you know I
went shopping?" My jaw dropped and my face turned beet-red. It was
Pete. "I...er...mmm...uh...I..I'm sorry Pete. I thought you were Jess!"
"Well, the last time I checked I wasn't." We both laughed. Pete continued,
"My 2nd Round opponent had to pull-out because of a groin pull, which gave
me an automatic bye to the 3rd round. I thought I'd take the day off. Wanna
tour around town?" I tried to sound casual. "Well, I have nothing else
planned. SURE!" If I had convinced him of my casualness before, my
exclamation at the end showed my true eagerness. "Cool. I'll be there in 45
minutes." "I'll be outside waiting." As soon as I hung up, I went to my
wardrobe to pick out a snazzy outfit. I chose a blue w/ gold trim silk
shirt, a pair of corduroy jeans, and tennis shoes. I took a hurried shower
and changed in a flash. I exited the hotel, not knowing what to expect. A
few minutes later, a long, black limo pulled up in front of the hotel. The
door to the back opened and Pete's voice said, "Hop on in Steve!"

		In no time flat we were cruising New York City. It was
amazing how calm I had become with Pete Drop-Dead-Gorgeous Sampras sitting
next to me in a limo. Pete was wearing a dark green polo shirt, long white
shorts, and his black tennis shoes. I had to restrain myself from ripping
his clothes off. "Where do you want to go first Steve?" "Oh I dunno, lets
just drive around and we'll think of something." After about half an hour,
I noticed we were in a totally different part of New York. We had entered
Greenwich Village. I'd never been there but I just had to see The Stonewall
Inn. After a couple of minutes, my hopes were realised. I pointed out the
building to Pete and commented, "That building allowed me to be here." When
Pete gave me a quizzical look, I briefly told him how I answered the trivia
question to win the trip to New York. He then responded, "Ah, a very good
building indeed." and patted my back.

		Pete then suggested we go to Flushing Meadows to the US
Open tennis courts and we could hit a few. "Really?" I said. "Sure, I'll
just get security to secure one of the small courts for us." "I didn't
exactly dress to be beaten by Pete Sampras at his sport." I jokingly
remarked. Pete re-assured me, "We'll just go and hit some volleys. Nothing
spectacular." I quickly agreed and soon we were at the court. We volleyed
back and forth for the better part of an hour. I was pretty sure Pete was
getting tired of volleying with me, but he showed no signs of it. It
started getting muggy and Pete commented, "God it's sweltering out here!"
and proceeded to remove his shirt and tossed it aside. It soon became
apparent my volleying game took a major blow. My cock was tenting out my
loose jeans, as my eyes kept being drawn to those delicious dark-brown
nipples. His chest hair was quickly becoming matted from his sweat.
Needless to say I missed every shot he hit afterwards. Pete could tell my
volleying game was gone. He switched back to Pete, the #1 ranked tennis
pro. "Hey Steve! I see you're distracted. Why don't I show you my killer
serve?" I moved off the court to watch perfection in action. He proceeded
to hit three consecutive serves that all would have been aces. As he swung
for what would have been his fourth, he cried out in agony during mid-swing
clutching his shoulder, subsequently dropping his racquet to the ground. I
rushed over to his side. He was breathing heavy, and weakly said, "Could
you get me some ice? I just pulled my shoulder muscle." I rushed off and
came back with a bag of ice and applied it to his shoulder. I got his shirt
and threw it over his good shoulder. "Come on. We're going to find a
medic." Pete quickly protested, "Thanks Steve, but I'll be all right. I
just need to rest at the apartment I'm staying at for the tournament." I
helped Pete back to the limo and we were whizzing through the streets to
his penthouse apartment the USTA gave him to use during the tournament.
		He opened the door and I guided him over to the couch where
he sat down.  Even though I'd been touching him for most of the way, my
cock had gone limp, because I felt it was my fault he injured himself. I
went over to the fridge and got us each a Coke.  When I came back he was
rubbing his sore shoulder to apparent failure to ease the pain.  "Here,
lemme try." I took his hand away, then quickly rubbed my hands together to
get them warm. As soon as my hands were warm enough, I applied them to his
sore shoulder.  The moment my hands touched his shoulder, he jumped. I held
him down and continued to rub away the pain in his shoulder as best I
could. I figured I was doing a good job when he started moaning. He then
changed position on the sofa so he was lying face down. I proceeded to rub
and knead both of his shoulders and his upper back. I pressed the heels of
my hands in the middle of his back and worked the whole area. I felt dizzy,
and realised I was rock hard again. As I massaged Pete, I'd occasionally
sniff in his manly smell. As I worked his arms, I would soak up the musky
aroma of his armpits, salivating as I did so. I slid my hands to his
perfectly contoured ass. I rested my hands on his shorts. After gently
patting his ass, I rubbed my hands down his legs. After about a minute of
massaging his legs, he startled me by turning over. Throughout the massage,
Pete let out low-voiced moans and groans every so often. I could tell he
was enjoying it, but when he turned over, I saw just how MUCH he was
enjoying it! His shorts looked like they were going to bust at the
seems. His cock must have grown while I was giving him a first-rate
massage. I started rubbing the front of his legs, and my hands were now
trembling. I intentionally skipped over his crotch and moved to his
stomach. My hands had stopped rubbing and now, were just wandering. My
fingertips reached those delicious brown nipples of his. My fingers brushed
across them, and then I froze. The situation finally overcame me and I
said, "I'm sorry..." and walked away.

		Pete had had his eyes closed throughout the massage, now
they snapped wide open. "What's wrong Steve?" He said, his voice with
genuine concern. "I can't Pete."  I meekly replied. "Why? It felt so
relaxing. What made you stop?" "Well," I stammered, "I've fantasized about
doing this for some time. And now that I'm actually doing it..." My voice
started cracking as I curled up into a chair, eyes starting to brim with
tears. Pete hurried over to where I was and knelt in front of me. "Steve,
you don't understand. I've enjoyed sharing this time with you. You've made
me feel special in a way I hadn't felt in a long time." He then leaned over
and pressed his lips to mine. I warmly received his kiss, and returned the
favour. As we kissed, the back of my hand went up and caressed the side of
his stubby face. His hand took a hold of mine and placed it over his
heart. I simply melted at his touch. He took me into his arms for a warm
sensual embrace. My hands ran up his chest, caressing his dark-nipples
encircled by his chest hair. I rested my head against his pec and darted my
tongue around his erect nipple. Pete's pelvis started to work and his
crotch began to grind into mine. His hands had begun moving of their own
accord.  They slipped under my jeans and were squeezing and kneading my
ass. My mouth wandered down his chest, tongue flicking out here and
there. As I did so, Pete pulled my shirt up and over my head, causing me to
temporarily stop. Tracing the path of his hair with my tongue, my face
rested against his crotch. I rubbed my face back and forth against his
manly package. Pete breathed out a heavy sigh. I slipped my hands down into
the sides of his shorts and slid them down his legs.
		My face was so close to his basket that his 8.5" cut cock
smacked me in the eye as it was released from the confines of his shorts. I
fell onto my back on the wooden floor. Pete sat down on my abdomen, my cock
brushing his shapely ass. He leaned over and quickly said to me, "You ok
babe?" He had a genuine look of concern on his gorgeous face. I couldn't
help but laugh. "What's so funny?" he replied smirking. "First I get
pummeled in the head by one of your tennis balls, now I get smacked in the
eye by your monstrous tennis dick!" Pete started laughing with me. He
leaned down and we kissed heavily, tongues dancing. He then got up briefly
to change position. When he laid back on top of me, we were in a 69. My
jeans were still on at this point. He gracefully slid them off me.
Immediately he started working on my dick. My full 7" was harder than it
had ever been before. He darted his tongue all around the tip of my
cockhead. I sighed loudly when he licked the sensitive area on the
underside of my cockhead. He knew he'd found my "g- spot". I quickly went
to work on his 8.5" trunk. Several times I nearly gagged on it's massive
size. Not only was it long, but it was thick! Already dribbling pre-cum, I
made another attempt to deep-throat him. Not only did I succeed, but I
accomplished it so fast that it shocked Pete, causing him to suck harder on
my own member. I was jealous that he'd found my sweet-spot, but I still
hadn't found his. I tried massaging his balls, licking the same sensitive
area of his cock that was on mine...nothing! Then I had a moment of
inspiration. I distracted him by sucking his cock in a different rhythm. As
he tried getting accustomed to the new rhythm, I quickly sucked two of my
fingers and rammed them up his hot, tight ass. He yelped and shouted
"FUCK!", but was muffled by my own hard cock pumping in and out of his
mouth. I twisted those fingers around quickly causing him to buck wildly.
He was so turned on that he began sucking my cock with such vigor that I
wouldn't last much longer. I realised why because he began shooting hot
streams of creamy white cum down my throat. I used my free hand to pull his
cock out of my mouth, to be rewarded by streams of his cum coating my
face. With his jizz splattering my face, I let loose with my own volley. He
gulped it down as if it was a magic elixir.

		Finally both our bodies subsided from the last spasms of
cumming. We laid there for a moment, resting from the awesome fucking. Pete
then turned around to face me, still on top of my body. Our lips locked and
the remnants of our cum mixed. He then proceeded to lick his own cum of my
face and kiss me so I could taste even more of his wondrous seed. "That was
incredible, Steve!" Pete said between breaths. I replied, "My volleying
game works better here." We both laughed, and slowly fell asleep...


This is Part Two of "Grand Slam of Sampras". Again, if you have any comments or
suggestions, please e-mail me at: bumlets@usa.net

As it was before, this story is purely fiction. It is not implying the
sexual orientation of anyone in particular.

*Note* In case you may have noted from Part One, I spell some word like a
British person would (i.e. honour, colour). I only use this to give my
stories a creative touch.

Grand Slam of Sampras
Part II

I awoke from what felt like the most restful sleep I'd ever had. Looking
around bleary-eyed, I didn't recognize my surroundings at first. Something
made a sound behind me.  Turning over, I saw Pete Sampras, naked. Then it
hit me. I'd gone back with Pete to his apartment, and how massaging his
sore shoulder had turned into the best sex of my life. I looked back over
at Pete and saw the perfect ass of his. I leaned over and planted a kiss on
one of his ass cheeks. He stirred again, finally opening his eyes. Fully
functional and aware of his surroundings, he said, "Hello sunshine. How's
my guy?" "Still on a natural high I don't want to come down from," I
replied, then pressed my lips to his. After we broke our kiss I said,
"Pinch me. I still think I'm dreaming!" Pete reached out and pinched one of
my sensitive nipples. I yelped in pain, quickly replaced with pleasure.

We started wrestling on the floor. As our naked bodies rolled around
together on the wooden floor, our cocks became rock hard. Pete quickly
pinned me and bent down to bite my nipple. I cried out in pleasure. He then
whispered in my ear, rather seductively, "I want you babe. I want to feel
you deep inside me!" His dick was mere inches from my mouth. I took him in
and sucked hard on his firm manhood. Pete then rolled over onto his back. I
climbed on top of him where he wrapped his succulent lips around my tool to
moisten it. I then lifted his legs up and positioned my cock at the
entrance to his asshole. I teased him a bit with him begging, "Fuck me
Steve! Ram yourself into me!" I gently eased myself into him, inch by
inch. He started moaned louder and louder as I penetrated deeper and deeper
into his incredibly tight asshole. Finally, I rammed the remainder of my
cock into him, slapping my balls against his ass. Pete cried out "FUCK!!"
and started stroking his own cock.

I quickly got into a rhythm of pounding his sweet ass. I pressed my index
finger against his lips. He started sucking on it; gently at first, then
like a wild animal. The feel of his sucking on my finger, combined with
seeing him give his cock a vigorous hand job, pushed me over the edge. I
shouted as I came in his ass, my cum filling up his tight hole.  When Pete
felt my cum fill his ass, he bucked and shot his creamy load all over his
face and chest. Spent, I pulled my limp dick out of hiss ass, and laid down
on top of him, licking the cum off his chest and face. Pete caught my lips
with his own, and we passionately kissed.

"Damn Steve, you sure know how to please me. I'm really glad you were my
first." I was taken aback by this. "Being the sexpert you are, I couldn't
possibly have been your first." I replied, standing up. "But thanks for the
thought." Pete quickly got to his feet. "You don't understand. You WERE the
first Steve." Pete took my hand and led me to the sofa. My mind was
tumbling with confusion as we sat down. Finally, one question came to mind.
"If what you're saying is true, then why did you choose me as your first?"
Pete answered, "When I came into the first aid room, I wanted to apologize
to whoever got knocked out by my ball. When I saw you I literally got
knocked out!"

As he was talking, I looked into his eyes to see if he was being truthful
with me. By the way he was talking, and the look of emotion in his eyes, I
could tell he wasn't lying. Pete continued, "I knew I wanted to spend time
with you. I was trying to arrange some time for us to get together when I
got word that my 2nd round opponent had to pull out. Realising I had some
free time, I jumped at the chance."

"But how did you know that I had feelings for you?" As soon as the question
left my mouth, I had a pretty good idea as to the answer. Pete confirmed it
by saying, "Well, when I took my shirt off at the tennis court, you stood
motionless with your mouth wide open."  Pete chuckled, "That's when I
conveniently got a cramp." I looked over at him, and saw him wearing a
devious smirk. I realised what he'd done. "So that's why you didn't want me
to get a medic! You were hoping I'd massage your `cramp' here at your
apartment. I took the bait hook, line, and sinker!" I elbowed him in the
ribs, causing him to grunt "Oof!" Pete put his arms around me and pulled my
body close to his. "I'm glad you did though." Pete kissed my forehead as I
fell asleep in his loving arms.

I woke up some time later to the smell of cooking food. I blearily opened
my eyes to see Pete fully clothed in the kitchenette. I looked down and saw
some folded clothes on top of the sheet that covered me. Pete saw me and
said, "Those are for you to change into. As much as I want to see you
naked, we have to be clothed at some point, don't we?" I laughed, taking
the clothes with me to the bathroom. Pete hollered after me, "Don't take
too long, food's almost ready!" "I'm just goin' to take a quick shower.
I'll be right out." I replied. I turned the water on and stepped into the
shower. After having what had to be the best sex ever, I'd built up quite a
sweat. As I was cleaning my body off, Pete stuck his head into the shower.

"Food's ready!" Pete said. I turned my head and replied in mock anger, "I
told you I'd be right out!" He gave me the saddest puppy dog eyes and his
bottom lip quivered. I laughed and kissed him full on the lips. We broke
the kiss and Pete said, "Oh, ok!" and left the bathroom. I quickly finished
the shower, and changed into the clothes Pete gave me. The T-shirt and
shorts he gave me were a size or two too big, but were warm and
comfortable.  I turned the light off and exited the bathroom.

The hallway was unusually dark as I made my way to the living room. The
sight that greeted my eyes was amazing. Pete had closed the blinds and
turned the lights off. The only light in fact came from two candles on the
dinner table. As I drew closer, I saw chicken breasts smothered in sauce
with fettuccine alfredo noodles. Pete sat at one end of the table. His
fingers were folded with his elbows resting on the table. I pulled out the
chair at my end of the table and sat down, amazed at the culinary delight
Pete had concocted.

Pete lifted a glass of wine up and said, "A toast," I picked up my glass to
join him. He continued, "To love at first sight." I looked at him. He gave
me the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen. I held my glass over to his and
we clinked them. I picked up the knife and fork and attacked the food
sitting before me.

After tasting what he'd prepared, I commented, "Wow Pete. The food is
exquisite! You're both an excellent tennis player, and a master chef!" I
took a few more bites, and had a sip of wine. "I thought I could cook! Boy
was I proven wrong." Pete also took a sip of wine and said, "Well, you'll
just have to cook for me sometime, and I'll be the judge." He held the wine
glass and flashed that killer smile at me. I looked at him wide-eyed, and
we both went back to our meal.

Soon we were both done, and I took our plates to the sink. I went ahead and
got the water running to clean the dishes as Pete cleared away the rest off
the table. As I was about to reach my hands into the sink, Pete came up
behind me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and wrapped my arms in
his. With his hands guiding mine, we started scrubbing the dishes. It took
us forever, but finally I sat the last dish aside, guided by Pete's strong
hands.

I slowly turned around and we embraced eachother. Our lips met and we
kissed very romantically. When our lips parted, I breathed out a long
sigh. It was then that I glanced over his shoulder and noticed the on the
wall clock.

"Damn! I didn't realise how late it was. Jess is gonna think I got mugged
and kidnapped.  I'm sorry Pete, but I've got to get back to the hotel." I
unwantingly broke from his embrace as I gathered my things.

"Here, let me help." Pete helped me grab my things. We went down to the
limo to whisk us back to the Excelsior Hotel. On the way, we chatted about
his 3rd round opponent, and his chances of making the Finals.

We pulled up to the front of the hotel much sooner than I would have
liked. "I had the most wonderful time of my life Pete. Thank you." I leaned
over and gently kissed him. I broke the kiss and leaned over to open the
door. Pete's hand reached out and grabbed me by the arm. He pulled me close
to him and passionately pressed his lips to mine. He took my hand and
placed it on his shorts. I felt his slowly growing bulge. I squeezed it
hard and broke away from his arms. "Next time." I said and opened the door,
successfully this time.  Grabbing my stuff and waving good-bye, I closed
the door. As the limo pulled off, I saw Pete look thru the back window and
blow me a kiss. I blew him on in return and went into the hotel.

As I rode the elevator to my floor, I started thinking of how I was going
to explain to Jess where I'd been all day. I exited on my floor and heard
some excitement coming from down the hall in the general vicinity of my
room. I walked down to my room and realised the excitement was indeed
coming from my room. Forgetting what I was planning to say to Jess, I slung
open the door.

Jess was in there hugging her boyfriend Jayston. They both looked over to
me. Before I could say a word, Jess ran over and hugged me hard, almost
crushing me. "What's going on Jess??" I asked, thoroughly puzzled. "Jayston
flew all the way up here to propose to me!!!" Jess said, half screaming. My
eyes got real wide. I ran over to Jayston and strongly shook his
hand. "Congratulations Jace!" I told him. "I know Jess is a keeper and I'm
glad you proposed!" Jace said, "So am I Steve. I was also wondering if
you'd be my best man."  I hesitated for only a moment, "Yes, definitely!
That would be such an honour!"

"Good, that's settled."

I hugged Jace and went back over to hug Jess. Jace spoke up, "Now that
that's taken care of, how about we celebrate down in the restaurant."
Before he could say another word, I said, "Great, my treat!" Jace tried to
protest, but I'd have none of it. "Consider it my first duty as best man."

The three of us made our way down to the restaurant in the hotel. We
grabbed a booth and the waitress came and took their orders. When they saw
I didn't order anything, I replied, "I ate while I was out." The food
arrived shortly thereafter and the three of us talked while they ate. After
being with Pete, I became bold. I stood up and clinked my knife to the
glass of wine I was holding. Everybody in the restaurant looked over at
me. The silence was deafening. I cleared my throat and continued...

"I just wanted everyone know that I just found out that I'm going to be the
best man at my friends Jessica and Jayston's wedding."

A chorus of applause and "Congratulations!" echoed thru the restaurant as I
sat down. Jess leaned over and held my hand, saying "That was so sweet!"
Jace patted me on the back.  "That took real guts Steve. I'm glad I picked
you as my best man." My face started beaming and I got a warm feeling
inside (not due to the wine).

Towards the end of the meal, Jace shocked the hell out of me by asking, "So
Steve, have you met any guys while you've been in New York?" I nearly
choked on the wine I was drinking at that moment. I looked at him. "You
know?" Jess knew I was gay, but Jace didn't, until now.

Jess piped up, "I told him right after he suggested to me that he wanted
you as his best man." Jace continued, "I assured her that it wasn't a
problem and still wanted you as my best man." "Wow Jace," I commented. "I'm
both impressed and thrilled."

"Good, now you still haven't answered my question. Have you met any guys
since you've been in New York?"

A heavy silence descended upon our table...


Here's the much anticipated Parts III & IV to "Grand Slam of Sampras". If
you have any comments, please e-mail me at bumlets@usa.net

This possibly wraps up the story. If you don't want to see it end here,
e-mail me.


"Grand Slam of Sampras"
Parts III & IV


It took me a moment to respond to Jace's question. I couldn't lie to him,
but I didn't want to out Pete at the same time. I carefully answered his
question.

"Yeah, I met someone. That's where I've been all day."
"What's he do?" Jace continued.
"He's a cook." I responded, not lying, almost too late.
"Where'd you meet him Steve?" Jess questioned.

I fumbled for an answer.

"We bumped into each other." I almost laughed at my response.
"What's his name?" Jace asked.
"Uh...his name...Sam. Not Samuel, just Sam." I said, taking a deep sigh of
relief. 

"That's nice Steve. I'd like to meet him sometime. Excuse me, I'll be right
back." Jace got up and excused himself to the restroom. Jess glanced over
at me.

"You look like you're hiding something. I'm your best friend, SPILL IT!"
"Oh God Jess, PLEASE don't tell a SINGLE soul what I'm about to tell you, ok?"

Jess looked at me with worry. "Steve, I would never do anything to hurt
you. Just tell me what's going on." I went on, "Ok, you know how I said his
name was Sam, not Samuel?"

Jess just looked dumbfounded at me, "Yeah, is it really short for Samuel?"
"No," I responded, "But it is short for something." "Well what is it
Steve. I promise I wont tell anyone. I wont even tell Jace. Just please
tell me."

"It's short for..." I drifted off. Before Jess could ask again, I finished,
"...Sampras." I was surprised by her reaction. "That's funny Steve! And I'm
Ginger Spice! Now, what's Sam really short for?" I continued, "Jess, I'm
not lying! It's Pete Sampras. After you left I got a call from him and we
hung out all day. We went back to the apartment he's staying at for the
tournament, and we..." my voice trailed off again. This time, Jess's eyes
got real wide.

"You mean you actually had sex with PETE SAMPRAS!" I quickly looked around
the restaurant and no one seemed to have heard what Jess had said,
luckily. "Gee Jess, why don't you just go and tell the whole restaurant!" I
whispered to her. She leaned over, still talking in a loud whisper, "I
can't believe it! I just can't believe it! This is like a dream come true
for you!" At that point we noticed Jace returning. "Yeah," I said. "A dream
CUM true."

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The three of us got back up to the hotel room. As I was going thru my
stuff, I felt something in one of the pockets. I pulled out a sheet of
paper with something written on it.  I looked at it closer, `When you find
this Steve, give me a call!' Underneath the message was a telephone number,
presumably Pete's. "Excuse me guys, I gotta make a phone call."  Jess and
Jace sat down on her bed and talked quietly. I picked up the receiver, and
cautiously dialed the number.

"Hello?" the person on the other end said, kind of upset.
"Uh...hi. This is Steve."
"Steve! You finally found the number. Took you long enough!" Pete's voice
quickly perked up and became recognisable.
"I'm sorry, I went out with Jess after I got back. And you're not going to
believe this! Her boyfriend showed up unexpectedly and proposed to her!"
"Wow! Tell her congratulations for me!"
"Sure, just a sec." I hollered over to Jess. "Jess, you know who wants to
congratulate you and Jace." She didn't miss a beat. She hollered back,
"Thanks Sam!" I put the phone back to my ear just in time to hear Pete's
shock. 

"Sam??? Just who is Sam!?!"
I couldn't help but laugh. "I'll explain later."
"Well, there's something I wanted to ask you Steve."
"Oh, what's that?" I asked.
"I was wondering if you'd like to spend the night here at my place." Pete
asked, kind of cautiously.
"Well, I was hoping you'd ask just that!" I replied.
"Great! I'll be over there in 30 mins. And Steve?"
"Yes?" I said in a low voice.
"I love you." Pete replied. I looked over to Jess and Jace. They were
trying to listen in while holding their own conversation.
"I love you too Pete." I said in a lower voice than before, and hung the
receiver up. I turned around and saw a smile creep across Jess's face. Jace
didn't have a clue. 

"Guys, I know you'd like some time alone, so I'm gonna spend the night at
Sam's place." 
Jace spoke up, "Steve you didn't have to," He looked over to Jess, then
back to me, "But I'm glad you did."

While I was rounding my things up, Jace asked me, "So, will I get a chance
to meet Sam?" I looked back at Jace and said, "I dunno. I'll hafta ask
him." I picked out a couple of snazzy outfits and put them into my duffel
bag with my toothbrush and other necessities. As I ran out the door I told
Jess, "Now you keep Jace in-line ok? And if anything happens with me I'll
give you a call!" ""Ok!" Jess said as I closed the door. It seemed like the
elevator took forever, but the doors finally opened and I went down to the
lobby. I flew out the door, just as a taxi pulled up.

The back door opened and out popped Pete. He ran over to me and said, "Here
sir, let me take your bags," in a very dignified, prim-and-proper way. I
giggled as he took my duffel bag and led me by the hand to the taxi. We
climbed into the taxi and Pete told the driver to take him back to his
apartment. The cab got underway as Pete held my hand.

"So who's Sam?" Pete asked.
"You." I said with a smirk on my face. He started to say another word, but
I placed my finger against his lips. "I'll tell you when we get to your
place." I said in a soothing tone. 

Soon we arrived at his place. He tipped the driver and we walked into the
building. He insisted on carrying my bag as we took the elevator to his
floor. He opened the door and ushered me in. As he put my bag away, I sat
down on the end of the sofa. Pete came back into the room and laid down on
the sofa, resting his head in my lap.

He looked up and asked, "So how am I Sam?"
"Well," I said, looking down into his gorgeous face. "When Jess's boyfriend
asked if I'd met any guys since I've been up in New York, I said yes. He
then asked me what your name was. I told him Sam, but that it wasn't short
for Samuel." 
"But why Sam?" Pete asked.
I patted his head. "Don't tell me that my stunning good looks have made you
forget your own last name!" I ran my fingers through my hair.

Pete thought for just a moment, then laughed. He pulled my face down to his
and kissed me deeply. I placed my hand on his chest and slid it underneath
his T-shirt. Rubbing all over his chest I came to his nipples. They both
were already noticeably erect. I tweaked first one, then the other. My
actions were quickly having an impact on Pete. He started kissing me
harder, running his fingers thru my hair.

All of the sudden, Pete turned onto his stomach and started rubbing his
mouth and face against the rock hard bulge in my shorts. My loud moans
encouraged him to tug at the waistband of the shorts. I helped by lifting
up off the couch and Pete quickly yanked them to the floor. Pete then began
a thorough working of my cock in his mouth. His silky lips glided up and
down my shaft, taking me to new heights of ecstasy.

His expert suction caused me to go over the edge and I came what felt like
buckets-full in his mouth. He milked me dry to the very last drop. As soon
as he pulled of my cock, I pulled his face up to mine and pressed my lips
to mine, hoping to taste some of my own seed. I wasn't disappointed. I
worked my way over to his earlobe and started nibbling on it. I then
whispered in his ear.

"I want to feel you inside me. I want you to be MY first!" Pete gave me a
wide-eyed look when I said that. I pulled out from underneath him and
ripped his clothes off. I took my shirt off and climbed on top of
him. Straddling his midsection, I slowly eased myself onto Pete's rigid
cock. When his cockhead entered my asshole, I let out a gasping sigh. I
almost fainted, but willed myself to stay conscious to experience my first
time. I slowly lowered myself inch by inch onto Pete. The pain was as
excruciating and I could imagine, but I kept going. Finally I had all of
Pete's tool inside me. I sat there a moment to get used to the feel of his
cock inside me. After a minute. I started pulling off his cock. When his
cock was all that was left inside me, I lowered myself onto Pete again. The
pain was replaced by ecstasy. I started getting into a rhythm of riding his
cock, and it quickly became sensational!

Pete started thrusting his hips to meet my ass, causing the pleasure I was
feeling to increase rapidly. Getting caught up in the moment, I began to
jack my cock. As our tempo increased, so did my hand-job. Quicker and
quicker we went, until Pete let out a deafening moan and exploded inside my
tight ass. With the sudden forcefulness of Pete, it took just a couple more
strokes and I came all over Pete's face and chest. With Pete's slowly
softening cock still in my ass, I leaned over and licked my cum of Pete,
paying special attention to his nipples. As I licked the cum off his face,
Pete met my lips with his and we kissed. Pete pulled his now limp cock out
of my ass, and wrapped his arms around me, cradling me against his warm
body.

"Pete, I said, with tears brimming. "Thank you for being my first."
"I'm so glad to have the honour." Pete replied, as a sole tear ran down his
cheek. 

Pete cradled me there on the sofa as I quickly fell asleep in his strong arms.

(Part Four)

My eyes opened to my surroundings. I was lying in Pete's bed in his
bedroom. Feeling warm breath blowing against my back, I turned over. There
lay Pete in his full beauty, still asleep. I decided to return the favour
he did for me yesterday. I got up and took a refreshing shower. When I
exited the bathroom, Pete was still sleeping. I quickly got dressed and
headed for the kitchen.

I scoured the kitchen for all the ingredients I would need. I started
whipping up some scrambled eggs and bacon with milk and orange juice. As I
set the last plate on the table, Pete strolled into the kitchen, amazed at
what I had done.

"I was wondering where you had gone when I opened my eyes and you weren't
there at my side. I got dressed and when I smelled the wonderful aroma
coming from the kitchen, I knew what you were up to." Pete caught me from
behind in a loving embrace. I rested my hands on his. I led him by the hand
to the table and pulled his chair out for him. When he sat down, I seated
myself. We quickly devoured the breakfast I had made and we both cleared
the table. I collapsed into a chair in the living room. Pete finished up in
the kitchen and walked into the living room.

"Man Steve, I was totally surprised with breakfast! You really outdid..."
Pete stopped when he saw me crying in the chair. He hurried over and knelt
in front of me and clasped my hand in his.

"What's wrong Steve?" Pete asked with obvious worry. I had to force the
words past my sobbing. "I've had the time of my life with you Pete. Nothing
will ever change that. But I've got to go back to Virginia in just a couple
of days, The sobbing overcame me again.  "And I can't bear to do that!" I
lowered my head and continued to cry. Pete reached out and lifted my chin
up, exposing my tear-streaked face to him. I saw his eyes starting to water
and a single tear run down his cheek.

"Steve, you've meant the world to me. I don't want to think of you leaving
either, but you know what? We've still got a couple of days left
together. So, lets make the most of it." He leaned over and gently kissed
the side of my face. He lifted me up and hugged me deeply again. My sobbing
started to subside.

"I've got my third round match today," Pete said, as we broke the
embrace. "How would you, Jess and her boyfriend like to see it as my
special guests?" I quickly brightened up. 
"That would be great Pete. Just one problem," I said. Pete looked at me
quizzically. "Just HOW will I tell them I got the tickets?" It was Pete's
turn to laugh. "Tell them you got the tickets from Sam." We both exploded
in laughter. 

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Jess, Jace and myself arrived at Centre Court for the 3rd round tennis
match. Jace was excited to see a US Open tennis match. I'd told them that
`Sam' had gotten me the tickets.  Jace commented as we sat down, "Your boy
Sam must have SOME connections to get us such great seats." "You could say
that." I said as Jess laughed.

Soon Sampras and his Australian opponent came out and waved to the
crowd. All three of us waved as Pete waved over to our section of the
stands. As the two started practicing, a stadium attendant came over to us
and said, "I'm sorry, but your friend is busy and will be unable to join
you today." As she walked off, Jace said, "That's too bad Steve, I really
wanted to meet Sam." Jess and I gave each other knowing glances just as the
match started up.

Pete struggled, but was able to win the first set. The two players then
rested, to prepare for the second set. Pete reached into his bag to get a
fresh shirt. When he took his shirt off, he glanced in my direction and
flashed me his winning smile. My face turned beet-red. He quickly put his
shirt on and the two soon began the second set. Jace came back from using
the restroom and said, "Did I miss anything?" He quickly saw that my face
was still red.

"You ok Steve?" he asked. "Huh...er...yeah. Just hot I guess." Jess had to
stifle a chuckle.

After losing the third set, Pete breezed thru the fourth and won the
match. He and the Australian shook hands, then shook hands with the chair
umpire. He then gently lobbed a ball into the stands. I pointed that out to
Jace. "When Jess and I were watching Pete in the First round match. He hit
one into the stands and someone got knocked unconscious." I said it with a
straight face. Jess was going cross-eyed trying not to laugh.

Jace continued, "I hope the spectator was ok." Jess lost it, and started
laughing uncontrollably. "What's with you Jess?" Jace asked her.
"I'm sorry," she replied thru tears of laughter. "I'm just all shits and
giggles right now I guess."
I replied to Jace, "I think we need to get her back to our room." We got up
and went back to the hotel.

When we got back to the hotel room we all collapsed on the beds,
laughing. I turned on the TV set and saw Pete being interviewed in the
Press Room. We all watched as the reporters asked this question and
that. Finally we turned off the TV and headed down to the hotel restaurant
for lunch. We talked about the match and how Sam was unable to join us. We
must have spent an hour and a half down there eating and talking. I paid
the bill and we went back up to the hotel room.

We were only back about 10 minutes, when the phone rang. I answered it.

"Hello?"
"Yes sir, there is a Sam on his way up to your room." the desk concierge said.
"Wow, thank you." I said and hung up.

Jess and Jace looked over at me. "It appears you're getting your wish
Jace." He tilted his head and looked at me, puzzled. I continued, "That was
the desk concierge. He said there was a Sam on his way up to see me."
Jess's jaw dropped, "You mean he's actually on his way up as we speak!?!"
Jace looked over at her. "Calm down honey, you act like he's a celebrity or
something." He put his arm around her.

I sat down on the bed to rest. As soon as I sat down, there was a knock at
the door. I immediately stood up. It felt like I floated over to the
door. I opened it just a crack. There stood Pete in a new change of
clothes, holding a bouquet of roses. I slid thru the crack and out into the
hallway, closing the door behind me. Pete started talking in a French
accent.

"Ze flowers are for you, mon cher." He handed me the flowers and planted a
kiss on my lips. "You sure know how to be the romantic type." I smiled,
smelling the roses. Then I looked back at him. "Are you sure you want to
come in? Jess and her boyfriend Jace are both in there." "Well, what are we
standing out here for?" Pete winked at me.

I told him to hide as I was about to open the door. He got out of view as I
opened the door.  "So," Jace said, "I see the flowers, now where's Sam?" I
motioned for Pete to step into view. When he did, Jace's eyes got real
wide. Jess started another giggling fit. "Jace," I said, waving to Pete,
"I'd like you to meet Sam, Pete SAMpras." Pete walked over and firmly shook
Jace's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Pete said to Jace. Jace looked
over to me. I smiled and nodded my head. He looked back to Pete as he
continued, "And congratulations on the proposal." That finally snapped Jace
out of his trance. "Thank you Sam," he laughed and corrected himself, "I
mean Pete." He then looked over to me. "You told me he was a cook!" "I
know," I said, "You really must try it sometime."

We spent the better part of two hours talking up a storm in the hotel
room. We spent the next two days hanging out together. The four of us went
window shopping in Times Square. Pete even secured another court at the
USTA Flushing Meadows Tennis Complex and the four of us played
doubles. Pete and I won easily with Jess and Jace complaining that they
were overmatched. I shouted back, "I'm so glad you think I'm that good!"
That comment got a rousing round of laughter.

It seemed that those two days flew by. It was now time for Jess, Jace and
myself to fly back home. Pete and I said our tearful good-byes at the
airport terminal. Jess and Jace walked onto the plane as I said my final
good-byes to Pete.

"Pete," I said, tears just streaming down my face. "I'm going to miss you
so much!"  Pete replied, "I'm going to miss you even more." He laughed,
trying to hide the fact that he too was crying. We hugged and he kissed me
quickly on my cheek. He started to walk away when I hollered to
him. "Pete?" He turned back around to me, tears now rolling down his
gorgeous face. "Yes, Steve?" "Win the US Open for me. I'm counting on you!"
I said. A smile washed over his face when he replied, "For you, anything is
possible." I smiled, waved and boarded the plane.

I found my seat next to Jess on the plane. I had a window seat. Looking
out, I could see Pete tearfully waving good-bye as the plane taxied down
the runway. Once Pete and the terminal were out of sight. My head fell into
Jess's lap as I sobbed uncontrollably.

(The End?)