Date: Mon, 2 Aug 1999 15:56:44 -0400 
From: Bob
Subject: Pete and Stefan V

This story is fiction.  I have no idea if Pete Sampras is gay, but one can
always hope.  Enjoy!

Pete and Stefan -- More Fun Times

It had only been a few hours since Pete had clinched another Wimbledon
championship, with a convincing victory over fellow American Andre Agassi.
Sampras was dead tired, physically and mentally, and he was enjoying some
time to himself.  He had gone straight to his hotel room and stripped off
his clothes, collapsing on the bed.  Having slept for a little more than an
hour, Pete awoke, drenched in sweat, his cock throbbing, and his asshole
itching.  He raised his arms above his head, stretching them fully, then he
was hit full-on with the heady smell from his hairy pits.

It had been more than a week since Pete had shot a load, a week of torment
while he concentrated on his tennis game.  He couldn't even remember the
last time he had made such a sacrifice.  He thought back to his first time
with Stefan, how hot they both had been for each other, and how gentle
Stefan had been with him, kissing him tenderly, sucking his virgin cock,
then fucking his cherry ass.  He also thought about his first group sex,
with Stefan, Todd Woodbridge, Boris Becker, and Magnus Larrson.  God -- had
that been hot!

The memories were causing his nuts to ache.  Pete reached down and groped
himself, cupping his sweaty, hairy balls, then squeezing his hard prick.
He milked a generous amount of precum from the large piss slit, and
proceeded to spread the wetness over the entire 9 inches.  While one hand
stroked his dick, his free hand roamed over his hairy chest and stomach,
pausing to pinch and pull on his large nipples.  Moaning loudly, Pete
raised an arm and tongued a raunchy pit, savoring the biting taste and tart
aroma.  Continuing to jerk off his aching cock, Pete spread his super hairy
jock legs, fantasizing on how wide he would spread them if Stefan were here
right now, how much he needed to be fucked right now, how much he wanted to
make love to another guy right now.

Pete let go of his cock and watched as the huge shaft slapped against his
hairy belly, precum continuing to seep onto his abs.  Not wanting to waste
another minute, he got up from the bed and went over to his gym bag.
Opening it quickly, Pete reached in a found what he wanted -- a very large
dildo.  Standing in front of a mirror, Pete opened his mouth and started
sucking on the huge fake cock, demonstrating once again why he was known as
"cave mouth" among the other gay tennis pros.  He took more and more of the
thick, veiny dildo into his talented mouth, until almost the entire 12
inches were buried in his throat.  Then he started fucking his mouth with
the massive appendage.

Anyone standing outside the hotel room door would have thought someone was
in agony.  The moans and groans coming from Pete were loud and piercing.
As he forced the long fake prick in and out of his slobbering mouth, Pete
took still another dildo from his gym bag.  Pulling the first from his
mouth, he put the second one in and quickly deepthroated it, right down to
the fake balls.  He wasn't done with the first one, however.  Without any
hesitation, Pete returned to the bed, lay on his back, spread his gorgeous
legs, then pressed the head of the monster dildo against his aching
asshole, pressing it in until half of it was buried in his hungry butt.

All at once Pete shoved the rest of the 12-inch fake cock up his ass.  At
the same time, he almost swallowed the other dildo, now deep in his throat.
The sensations were overpowering for the hot young jock.  As he fucked his
ass and his mouth, he thought of the last time he had been with Stefan,
just a few weeks before.  The two studs had spent the weekend together and
had spotted fellow tennis pro Gustavo Kuertin at a restaurant.  Stefan
invited the Brazilian jock to join them for the night, and he readily
agreed.

The evening had been some of the hottest sex Pete had ever participated in.
By the next morning, they had sucked, fucked and jerked off each other
countless times.  But the sex Pete remembered the most fondly was the
three-way with him in the middle, swallowing Kuertin's enormous hardon and
taking Stefan's uncut sausage up his well-used ass.  Both jocks had pulled
out just before they were to cum and sprayed their loads all over his face,
hair, and chest.  In turn, he rewarded the two hunks with about a pint of
his own jock jism, sending more than a dozen money shots over their hot
jock bodies.  The three boys had collapsed on each other, their sticky
loads squishing together as they traded hot jock saliva and milked each
other's still hard cocks.

Remembering this hot sex brought Pete to his own climax.  He pulled the
thick dildo out of his mouth, grabbed the monster fucking his ass with both
hands, and shoved it up his hungry hole as far as he could, again and
again, banging his prostate each time.  From deep within him, his orgasm
started.  And from deep within him a shout began, starting from some deep
cavity then getting louder and louder.  He pounded the dildo faster and
faster, mashing his prostate with each thrust.  He spread his legs as far
as he could, sweat poured off his hairy jock body, then took one hand a
brought it to his swollen cock.  It took no more than a dozen strokes to
bring himself off.  With a loud "Ohhhhhh FUUUUUCKKK" that could be heard
two buildings away, Pete buried the dildo deep in his ass, and his balls
erupted, sending geyser shot after geyser shot of cum into the air.  He
continued to shoot his massive load, spraying himself from head to toe, as
well as the bed, the headboard, and even some of wall behind the headboard.
His face, hair, chest, stomach, crotch, legs and feet were coated with the
massive jock explosion.

Pete continued to milk his cock until the last of his cum had dribbled out,
then he started scooping is up in his hand and greedily eating it.
Savoring the salty flavor, mixed with the smell of sex and heavy sweat in
the room, Pete grunted loudly as he started shooting again.  Although there
wasn't a lot of cum this time, the orgasm was no less satisfying to the
hairy jock.  After wiping much of the load from his still horny body, Pete
lay back on the bed and fell asleep, the huge dildo still buried deep in
his ass.

He never heard the door to his room open.  He never heard the guys talking
as they stood around his bed.  He didn't wake up until he felt someone
else's lips against his own.  He opened his eyes to find himself surrounded
by some of the most gorgeous young men he had ever seen.  He tried to
remember where he had last seen them, but he could not.  Finally, one of
the cuties said "You don't remember us, do you, Pete?"  Sampras admitted he
did not, then the young stud told him, "We're the ball boys who worked your
games at Wimbledon.  We told the hotel manager we wanted to prepare a
surprise for you, and he gave us a key to the room.  We thought you would
be out, but when we came in and found you asleep, we decided to wake you
up."

It was then that Pete realized all of the boys were naked, each one
sporting a throbbing erection.  Their uncut cocks were oozing precum, and
their hands were working overtime on each other's hard, young bodies.  Each
one had fantasized hundreds of times about having sex with Pete Sampras,
but none had ever expected it to happen.  Now here they were, naked with
their idol, admiring his sweat-soaked, hairy, jock body and his impressive,
thick cock.  Before long, they were each making love to Pete, kissing,
licking, tonguing, stroking, fingering, and rubbing his hard body as he lay
on his back, spread his legs, and enjoyed the attention he was receiving
from these 9 gorgeous young men.

Pete reached out to return the favor for the two closest to his reach, but
his efforts were rebuffed as he was told to simply lie back and savor the
moment.  And he did just that.  Hands and tongues roved over his body.  The
9 studs raunch rapped as they got off on Pete and each other.  Pete watched
in amazement as two of the young fuckers slid the dildo out of his ass --
with a very loud pop -- and proceeded to lick and suck Pete's ass juices
from the massive fake cock.  Then, without any preparation, one of the boys
proceeded to insert it up his own tight, young hole.  Pete gasped as the
kid pushed nearly the entire thing up his butt, then started fucking
himself with it, reaming himself with complete abandon.

The other boys wasted no time in getting down to business.  Two of them
went to work on Pete's hardon, covering it with their tongues and bathing
it in their warm saliva.  The older kid took the initiative and started
working the thick shaft down his throat, but started gagging.  He pulled
off and, still choking, told his buddy and Pete that "Fuck, I've never even
seen one this big, let along try to suck it!"  Not to be outdone, the other
teenager, stuffed Pete's cockhead in his mouth and started working his way
down.  After severl attempts, the young fucker had his nose buried in
Sampras' thick black pubes, then pulled off the shaft to get some air.

Two other boys were getting off on Pete's hairy legs, neither one ever
having been with a guy who was this hairy before.  They licked and stroked
the tanned, hairy jock flesh, loving the feel of Pete's muscular legs as
they were worked over.  Pete loved it, too.  He had always been attracted
to guys with hairy legs -- probably the reason he was so hot for Mark
Philippoussis -- and he was always turned on when other guys worked on his
legs.  With two studs making love to his cock, two others making love to
his hairy jock legs, and one boy helping another take Pete's monstrous
dildo up his young butt, there were just four ballboys left.  And they
wasted no time in filling Pete's hands and mouth with their own aching
pricks.

One boy straddled Pete's hairy chest and fed his 7" dick to the famous
tennis player.  Pete easily swallowed the kid's hardon, savoring the tangy
flavor and smell of the teenager's sweat and piss.  Two other ballboys
grabbed Pete's hands and brought them to their cocks, and Pete started
stroking the kid's aching pricks.  There was one boy left, and he dove
between Pete's legs to start licking and eating his magnificent crack and
hole.  Pete moaned as the boy's tongue worked its way inside his ass.  The
incredible sensations all over his body were becoming too much -- the cock
in his mouth, the hardons in his fists, the mouths on his cock, the torment
inside his ass, and the tongues on his hairy legs -- each one of them
enough to bring him over the edge, but when combined, sent him into another
crashing orgasm.

The two boys working on Pete's cock were the first recipients of his
release.  As his cock exploded, their faces were drenched in his massive
load.  Even their hair was dripping with Sampras' cum.  As he shot his
jism, his legs spread wide and his asshole clenched, almost pulling the
tongue that was licking it right in.  The muscles in his legs tightened,
and the two kids getting off on the hair and tanned flesh shot their own
loads all over themselves and Pete's legs.  Then the two cocks in his hands
let loose, and Pete could feel the warm jism as it sprayed his hands and
arms.  Finally, the young cock in his mouth jettisoned shot after shot of
teenage cream down Pete's welcoming throat.

It was only after the boys fell away from Pete's body that he could see the
remaining two ballboys reach their climaxes.  The one with the dildo up his
butt squealed and unleashed a torrent of teenage jock juice all over his
buddy, who's own hardon let loose with a sizeable orgasm of his own,
spraying his best friend with his warm load.

The boys covered themselves and Pete with kisses, licking up as much of the
cum as they could, then rubbing the rest over Pete's sweaty, sexy body.
The next time Pete woke up, the boys had left, the only evidence of their
presence being several pairs of jockey shorts stained with cum and piss.
Pete closed his eyes, a smile crossing his handsome face.  His cock stirred
to life once again as he thought how lucky he was, not only in tennis, but
especially so with his sex life.  Stefan had opened a new world to him
years ago, but he would never forget his first lover.  Tears welled up in
his eyes as he thought about the times they had shared, the other guys they
had been with, and the love that still held them together.  He stroked his
cock as he thought about Stefan, the handsome blond standing naked in the
sunlight, the rays highlighting his hairy legs and blond mane.  He watched
as Stefan jerked himself off, the whole time moaning Pete's name, his fist
flying over his large, uncut cock, his hairy legs shaking as he got closer
and closer, until suddenly his balls let loose and his cock shot rope after
rope of thick, sweet Swedish cream...

Pete cried loudly as his cock erupted, his load hosing his own face and
chest, coating his fist and forearm with his jism.  Just before he fell
asleep again, he whispered, "Oh fuck, Stefan, I love you.  I love you so
much--"