Date: Fri, 27 Aug 1999 15:11:14 -0400
From: Bob
Subject: Tiger and Fred

TIGER AND FRED

While I have met both Fred Couples and Tiger Woods, this story is strictly
a fantasy.  Although rumors of gay sex on the PGA tour have been common for
some years, I have no direct knowledge of any activity.  If you find these
two jocks as hot as I do, sit back and enjoy.  It's great fund to imagine
what might be.

Part I

With the last of the major championships finished, most of the golfers on
the PGA tour were looking forward to the end-of-season tournaments.  These
were more relaxing, and a number of them were unofficial, which meant few
participants and often high cash payouts, just for showing up.  Over the
years, several golfers had made a mint in these contests, many of which
were located in exotic locales all over the globe.

As he checked into the airport for his flight to Qatar, Tiger Woods was
looking forward to a relaxing week.  He knew the other golfers who would be
playing, all of whom he had developed a reasonable friendship over the last
two years.  He smiled to himself as he remembered last year's tournament in
Qatar.  While he had not played particularly well, he had excelled in the
extracurricular part of the week.  Of all the closeted tour professionals,
Tiger was probably the most closeted.  He was scared to death that the
media and the public would find out his sexual preferences, and he made
every effort to keep his activities limited to a few close buddies and
golfers, the latter of which were also careful of their public personae.

It was in Qatar last year that Tiger and several other golfers had enjoyed
what amounted to a week-long orgy of gay sex, at least in the evenings.
They had enjoyed each other's bodies in about every way imaginable, and
they had been physically exhausted by the end of the week.  Sure there had
been other hot parties before then and since then, but nothing had compared
to the sex of that week.  Tiger was sure it would be similar this time,
since most of the same guys would be in Qatar again.

As Tiger settled into the plush first class seat, he was pleased to hear a
familiar voice.  "Boy, am I glad to see a familiar face!"  It was Fred
Couples, one of Tiger's friends (and one of his asshole buddies).  The two
jocks exchanged greetings, then settled into their seats, which were
adjoining, much to their liking.  They talked about the season, the recent
PGA championship, which Tiger won, the Ryder Cup, which Fred had not played
for the first time in many years, and the event in Qatar.  Before long, the
plane had lifted off and was winging its way over the ocean.

After drinks and dinner had been served, the lights were dimmed, and the
cabin became quiet, as most passengers prepared to sleep.  Somewhere in the
middle of the night, Tiger woke to feel a hand on his crotch, and opened
his eyes to see that Fred had managed to work his arm under their blankets
and find Tiger's basket.  Although Fred was asleep, Tiger was turned on,
and the young stud sprang a raging boner.  He shifted in the seat to try to
get comfortable, but in doing so, he woke Fred.  When Fred realized where
his hand was, he sheepishly apologized to Tiger, but Tiger told him it had
felt good.  "Think we can both wait until we get to the hotel?"  Tiger had
asked Fred under his breath.  Fred responded that he wasn't sure at all.

The hunks went back to sleep, and by the time they had awakened again, the
flight was nearly over.  There would be a connecting flight in Abu Dubai to
Qatar, and in just a few more hours, Tiger and Fred were entering the plush
hotel that would be their home for the next week.  When they checked in,
the desk clerk called the hotel manager to the desk.  The young, handsome
Arab apologized to the two Americans, that there had been a mix- up, and
only one suite was available.  Without even blinking, Fred announced that
he would be glad to share Tiger's suite.  The manager replied "But there is
only one bed!"  And Tiger responded with "That's OK, isn't it Fred?"

A few minutes later the golfers were walking to their room, giggling about
the flustered reaction from the manager and checking out the ass of the
cute bellman in front of them.  When he had deposited their belongings in
the gorgeous suite and showed them around, the bellman asked them if there
was anything he could do for them.  Tiger approached him, asking the young
Arab how long he could stay away from the desk.  He replied that he was
there strictly to make sure all their needs were fulfilled.  Without
another word, Tiger leaned forward and pressed his lips against the hot
young man, asking him "What's your name, gorgeous?"  "You may call me
Faisal," said the stud, licking his lips and smiling, showing a beautiful
set of white teeth.

Faisal helped the two Americans unpack, and when that was done, he offered
to start the shower for them.  "You must be hot and tired after your long
trip, yes?"  Within seconds, Fred and Tiger had stripped off their clothes
and were in the enormous shower, which clearly had enough room for 10
people.  In fact, Faisal joined them, offering to wash their bodies.
Needless to say, all three guys were sporting erections in a very short
time, and Faisal made sure every inch of the golfers bodies had been
cleaned.  As he soaped Fred's hairy crack, Faisal pressed his fingers into
the handsome jock's hungry asshole.  Fred responded with a loud groan of
approval.  Tiger turned off the water, then dropped to his knees, running
his hands over his buddy's gorgeous, hairy jock legs.  Then the black stud
leaned forward, deepthroating Fred's massive cock, burying his nose in
Couples' thick pubes.

Fred was overcome with lust, but it got even better as Faisal replaced his
fingers with his thick Arab cock, pressing more and more of it into Fred's
ass.  "If this is how the week is going to be, I won't be able to walk by
next Sunday!  Yeah, man, fuck my ass, oh YEAH!"  Faisal picked up the pace
of his fucking, and every thrust he made pushed Fred's 9-incher deep into
Tiger's greedy mouth.  Tiger was an expert cocksucker, and he loved Fred's
cock, which was one of the most impressive on the tour.  As he sucked and
slobbered all over the huge prick, he worked his hands between Fred's legs
and found Faisal's cock and balls as they banged into and against Fred's
hairy butt.

Tiger grabbed and squeezed Faisal's hairy young nuts, and the response from
the bellman was instantaneous.  He yanked his prick from Fred's ass and
quickly moved to face Tiger, jerking the big dick in the American's face.
With a shout of "I'm cumming!", Faisal shot an enormous load, all over
Tiger's face and hair.

Fred quickly grabbed his own cock and stroked it to a massive orgasm,
spraying Faisal's chest and face with a huge jock load.  Not to be left
out, Tiger fisted himself hard, and in a matter of seconds was blasting his
jism on both Fred and Faisal.  The three hunks collapsed against each
other, kissing and tasting their warm, creamy loads.  After several
minutes, they turned the shower back on, cleaned up, then Faisal helped
Fred and Tiger dry off, kissing them in hot, wet, tongue-filled kisses
before he dressed himself and slipped out the door.

Tiger and Fred crashed on the bed, exhausted, but knowing it was going to
be a great week.  When they awoke several hours later, it was dark out.
Fred pulled the glossy program for the tournament from the room desk and
looked to see who would be joining them for the tournament.  A smile
crossed his face, and he said to Tiger, "God, you won't believe who's gonna
be here!  Take a look at this - Nick Faldo, Bob Tway, and Hal Sutton!"
Tiger grinned, remembering how much he enjoyed sex with all three guys,
especially taking Faldo's massive uncut cock up his hungry hole.  "You're
right, Freddy, this is gonna be a great week."

The two dudes fell into a deep embrace, their hands working overtime to
stroke each other's hard cocks and hairy balls.  A great week was in store.


Tiger and Fred
Part II

When Fred awoke, Tiger had already showered, dressed, and headed to the
practice tee.  Fred smiled at himself, thinking about how anal Tiger was.
Fred had decided early on in his career that golf was not going to rule his
life.  He hoped Tiger would make that decision, too, but he feared the
young jock had been brainwashed for so long that it would be difficult for
him to have a real life.  Fred took his time, ordered room service,
showered, dressed, then called for a driver to take him to the course.

The day was uneventful for both men.  Only when they arrived back at the
hotel did things become interesting.  The pairings for the pro-am on
Wednesday were announced, and the golfers were eager to find out with whom
they would be playing.  When Fred saw his playing partners, he was
ecstatic.  He would be spending the day with Pete Sampras, Kevin Costner,
and Butch Reynolds!  Not only had Fred played golf with each of them
before, but he had also played around with them in bed, and they were all
hot.

Tiger checked out his list, and a big smile came across his face.  It was a
dream come true for him - playing golf with Michael Jordan, Val Kilmer, and
Alec Baldwin.  While he had never had sex with these guys, he had heard
that Val was very much into gay sex, and he had also heard rumors about the
Baldwin brothers for years.  As for Michael Jordan, Tiger knew the famous
jock was married, but he had certainly fantasized many times about being
with Michael.

Fred came over to Tiger and read his list.  "Shit, you ought to be
thrilled.  Kilmer's awesome in bed, and I hear Alec Baldwin loves to take
it."

"Yeah, I've heard that, too.  But I wonder about Michael.  Do you think he
does it with other guys?" asked Tiger.

"I bet he's thought about doing it with you already.  You ought to know
you're hot, man.  Most guys I know would take you in a second."  Responded
Freddie.

"Well, not everyone's as horny as you are."

Fred laughed, then showed Tiger his own list.

"Fuck, what a hot group!"  Tiger gasped.

"Yeah, it's pretty wild, isn't it?  I've done it with all of them, but not
together.  I'd love to take Pete and Butch at the same time.  It'll hurt
like hell, but I'd love to try it."  "With that ass of yours, I think you
could take anything," kidded Tiger.

With that the two guys went to the bar, then to the restaurant.  By the
time they had finished dinner, it was late, but they decided to hit the
steam room to relax before bed.  After stopping in their room to change,
they headed to the gym.  It was deserted, but they could hear voices coming
from somewhere.  It was Tiger who spoke first.  "I think there's some
action going on in the steam room, Freddie."  The two jocks opened the door
to the steam room and entered, both of them hit by the intense heat and
humidity, then turned on by what they found.

There was Bob Tway, lying on his back, his hairy legs in the air, spread
wide, yelling at Nick Faldo to fuck him.  "Come on, Nick, harder.  HARDER!
Oh, yeah, baby!  Yeah, fuck my ass.  Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!  Fuck my jock ass!"
Nick plowed Tway's butt with his huge uncut prick, faster, faster, harder,
harder.  Sweat poured off his handsome face onto Bob's sweaty chest as Tway
wrapped his legs around Faldo's muscular ass and pulled the hot jock even
deeper into him.

The two fuckers had not even noticed Tiger and Fred enter the room.  Of
course, it helped that there were others going at it besides Bob and Nick.
Over in one corner were three guys, and in another were two more, all of
them very much aroused and into each other.  Fred gasped when he saw Alec
Baldwin and Val Kilmer, kissing passionately, their fists stroking each
other's hard cocks, their hairy bodies glistening with sweat.  The sight of
these two handsome movie stars making out was a big turn on.

Tiger's attention was drawn to the trio in the other corner.  He watched in
amazement as track star Butch Reynolds deepthroated golfer Paul Azinger's
huge cock.  This was hot, but even hotter was seeing Reynolds's hairy ass
getting plugged with one of sport world's biggest dicks - gorgeous Pete
Sampras.

Tiger moved right in on the action.  Walking up to the grunting threesome,
he dropped his towel, freeing his throbbing, 8-inch erection.  Paul was the
first to speak to Tiger.  "Hey Tiger, I was hoping you'd join us in here.
Get over here and give me a taste of that dick."  Tiger straddled Butch's
sweaty torso and fed his prick to Paul, who easily swallowed the entire
shaft in one attempt, burying his nose in Tiger's thick pubes.  As Tiger
started face-fucking Paul, he could feel hands on his crack, and he turned
around far enough to see Pete going into action.  The gorgeous tennis star
worked two fingers up Tiger's tight hole, then began a slow fucking action,
all the while plowing the hell out of Butch's hot ass.

Fred was not going to be a bystander, either.  He had joined Nick and Bob,
first fingering Nick's wet crack, then climbing behind the horny Brit and
pressing his cock against Faldo's hungry hole.  "Do it, Freddie. Come on,
babe, bugger me good."

That's how the night started.  And it ended similarly, but the couplings
were changed, with Fred taking Butch's huge black cock up his butt while
deepthroating Zinger's shaft, and Tiger on his hands and knees, sucking Val
Killmer's cock while getting dicked by Nick Faldo.  When all six studs came
at the same time, the air was filled with obscenities, combined with the
smell of jock sweat and jism.

Fred and Butch lingered, kissing, trading wet tongues, and rubbing their
gorgeous, hairy legs together.  They watched Tiger leave, arm in arm with
Alec Baldwin, the two men's hard cocks flopping between their hairy legs.
"Looks like Tiger and Alec aren't finished, Freddie," said Butch, as his
hand closed around Couples' surging manhood.  Fred responded, "Yeah, he's
still young enough that he can keep it up all night.  Lucky Alec - he can't
get enough dick."

"It's going to be a hell of a week, babe," said Butch as he licked his way
down Freddie's hairy chest and stuffed Boom-Boom's huge cock in his wet
mouth.

End of Part II