Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2005 22:24:41 +0300 From: Dimitris Mitsaso Subject: Wimbledon Sluts Disclaimer: There's gay sex in this story. Lots of it. Yeah, it's consenting sex between males, so if you don't like that kind of stuff please don't keep reading! And what were you doing in this archive of gay erotic stories in the first place? If reading erotic stories (or just gay stories) is illegal where you live, or the laws in your country or region say that you are underage and shouldn't read such stories, then stop reading RIGHT HERE. I don't know anything about the personal and sexual lives of Marat Safin and Andy Roddick, and every single sentence in this story is purely fictional. I certainly don't impy that those celebrities are gay in this story, it's entirely a piece of fiction fluff. This story is dedicated to my net buddy James. If he didn't keep pestering me every time I would go online, this story might have never been completed!!! LOL I'm just kidding of course! :P Any comments and criticism about this story are much welcomed! Just e-mail me at: Mitsaso@gmail.com If you like my writing style you can check my other Roddick/Safin story "X-Roddick" or my current ongoing epic (lol!) named "Slutty X-Men"! They're here on Nifty as well, so you won't have to look very hard for them. ;-) WIMBLEDON SLUTS It was a warm and sunny day at the Wimbledon facilities, and the tournament was already going through the second day of its schedule. It was yet very early in the tournament for such a big match, but Roger Federer was playing against Nicholas Massu at the moment and everybody was at the court or some TV screen watching them, even the tennis players that had just finished playing their own matches. Therefore, it was no surprise that the showers of the facilities were almost deserted. Almost. Andy Roddick was having a shower all by himself, taking advantage of having all of the hot water to himself, since there was nobody else in the showers with him. He was too exhausted from his own match earlier that day to not visit the showers right after getting done with it, and he personally didn't have any interest in the outcome of the big match currently playing because staying at the showers was going to be much more exciting for him, especially since the person he had agreed to meet in the showers should be there in any minute. The hot, steamy water was running down Andy's naked body, dampening the blonde patch of hair right above his big flaccid dick, running into the delicious crack between his round, peachy ass cheeks and making his nipples stand up, hard and pointy like a tip of a pencil-eraser. Suddenly, Andy looked at the wall in front of him and saw the shadow of someone that was walking stealthily up to him. Before he had the chance to turn around and see who it was, two big hands came up behind him and covered his eyes. "Guess who." A deep, husky voice said right into his left ear, while a hot breath brushed his earlobe. Andy lost no time, he grabbed one of the hands covering his ears and brought it to his mouth, slurping the middle finger into his moist oral cavity and savouring the salty, sweaty taste of it. "Mmmm. Tastes like Russian beefcake." he responded with a sultry voice. "Boris Yelchin, is that you?" he mouthed before the man behind him cracked into a soft giggle. "You little tease!" Marat Safin said to his secret boyfriend, as he removed his finger from Andy's mouth and stroked A-Rod's pouty lips with it. "Did you miss me?" he asked, as he looked deeply into his lover's bright eyes. "Not at all" Andy teased. "I only missed...this naughty boy!" he added, as his hand snaked into Marat's tennis tracks and cupped his cock and balls. "Oooh, it's always about *him*, isn't it, you blonde little whore?" big, studly Marat's voice was getting sexier and huskier by the minute... it seemed like he was getting horny. Andy's hand, still tucked into Marat's shorts, wrapped itself around the bigger man's hardening cock, his thumb resting on the enormous cockhead and teasing the piss slit, daring it to ooze some precum on it. Marat started moaning and breathing heavily, and he reached with one hand to support himself on the wall in order to enjoy the handjob better. "Get out of these clothes and come join me in the shower, baby." Andy hissed sexily and removed his hand from the insides of Marat's shorts. They were really lucky to be able to meet in the showers like that, he thought to himself. He had a secret affair with Marat for a few months now and he still couldn't get enough of that tall, hunky stud, but he guessed that their sexual life could do with a little more spice. Making out and fooling around in a public place (like these showers), where anyone could walk in on them and expose the shocking gay relationship of two huge tennis stars to the world, well, that was certainly a great turn-on and nothing like they have ever tried before. However that specific day they were lucky enough to have a huge derby going on at the main court at the very same time they were in the showers, so they could be pretty sure that they would have all the showers to themselves and there wasn't any jeopardising of their careers this way. Everybody was outside, watching the big match. Or maybe not? Just as Marat was beginning to take his shirt off, right by his locker, a very young guy (could have been 18 or 19 years old) with short dark hair and equally dark eyes, walked in the showers. He had a bag by his side and a tennis racket was extruding from it. "Oh, hello there!", the young man casually waved to Andy and Marat respectively and started undressing himself, taking off his tennis shoes and tucking his socks carefully into each shoe. Andy waved back to the new entry as he eyed Marat silently. Now that someone was here, they had to pretend they were simply showering and try not to raise any suspicions. Marat nodded and took off his shorts, revealing his hot, meaty ass and a big floppy cock. Completely naked, he walked to the shower head next to Andy's and switched it on. Hot water showered him as he moaned at the sudden feeling of wet warmth on his body. "So, what we're gonna do now?" Andy whispered to him, the noise from the water making it impossible for the young man across the room to make out what he said. "What do you mean, what we're gonna do? We're not alone anymore. We'll just shower, get our clothes on and then go to my hotel room and maybe fuck there." Marat responded calmly. "I think I know how this guy is." Andy continued. "He's James Carter, one of the most talented tennis breakthrough starlets this year. Haven't played against him yet, what about you?" "No, me neither." Marat responded as he lathered with soap wis well-endowed nether regions. His hands slipped smoothly on the curves of his delicious ass and soaped up the hairy crack between his big, juicy watermelons. "Well I heard that he's really good. And he's playing against my buddy, Mardy Fish, tonight. Mardy doesn't stand a chance. We have to do something. Poor Mardy hasn't had a decent win for, like, ages!" Andy conspired, and his eyes narrowed like those of a comic-book villain. "Do what?", Marat asked, less indefferent than the previous time. "Sabotage him?" "Hell yeah! I say we fuck him until he gets too worn out to even walk all the way to the court tonight, never mind play against Mardy!" Andy whispered and twitched Marat's nipple to emphasize his point. "But...he's not gay! At least he doesn't look gay. We're jeopardising our reputation here, baby." Marat tried to reason with the blonde horny studpup beside him. "Guess again", was A-Rod's sneaky response. He motioned to Marat to look at the other side of the room, and they both saw the newcomer showering under a very distant shower head. His tall, smooth and athletic body was glistening under all the water and his cute little ass was provokatively pale, making a sexy contrast to the tanned rest of his body. But the most important detail was that the youth was trying too hard to look at anywhere else but the two tennis super-stars, and he was also sporting a nice boner that he was trying to hide. The complete lack of steam from his shower betrayed that he was having a cold shower, most obviously in order to make his cock soften as soon as possible and avoid the embarrasment. "I bet this boy is as gay as the rest of the men in these showers...!" Andy winked. "I think you're right. Let's break into that sweet ass then!" Marat nodded in approval. "Hey James!" Andy shouted so that the young man could hear him. "Your name is James, right?" he asked, just to make sure before he said something that would embarass him. "Uhm, y-yeah, of course", the boy stuttered from his shower head, surprised that one of his tennis idols was talking to him- and knew his name! "Marat and I were having a little conversation here...and we ended up placing a bet." "Really? What bet?" James tried to sound nonchalant as he turned his head towards the two sexy and naked superstars, but still made sure that his lower body was facing the other side so that the naked superstars wouldn't notice his erection. "Marat was betting that you were gonna like *this*" Andy explained, as he fell on his knees and took Marat's flaccid cock in his mouth, making both Marat and James gasp, for different reasons altogether. Marat purred in appreciation as Andy took the cock out of his mouth and began licking the shaft, rubbing his nose in the Russian stud's pubes...then he took the entire rod into his mot mouth again and started bobbing his head up and down. "Oh yeahhhh," Marat hissed, then turned his attention to James, who was now standing under his shower head, looking at the two tennis stars and having a shocked axpression on his face. However, he wasn't bothering to hide his erection anymore, and Marat liked what he saw. Fucking this tennis starlet to exhaustness wouldn't feel like a chore at all, he thought to himself as he smiled to the younger boy... "Look at him" He said to James, as he lifted his arms and ran his fingers through Andy's sandy hair, guiding his colleague's movements on his swollen and slick with saliva cock. "You watch him on TV, sweating his sexy muscles in every single game. You always see him surrounded by celebrity girls, and most ladies who have the slightest idea on tennis worship him like he's god's gift to women...But who would ever guess that Andy's favourite breakfast is a hard cock between two hard, muscled thighs?" he ended up, grinning satanically to the boy. James just looked amazed, not daring to go near the tennis idols without getting their permission first. "Suck it, bitch!", he screamed to Andy and Andy complied, slurping the length of Marat's 10 inch manhood. With Marat's fingers knotted in his hair, A-Rod increased the tempo,bobbing his head up and down as his lips slid up and down the huge Russian shaft, the suction of his mouth creating a wet vacuum boiling Marat's low hanging nuts. Andy's own 9-inch cock was rock hard between his legs, it was almost touching the floor as it kept dripping pre-cum. Andy began sliding both of his hands up underneath Marat, moulding the taller man's meaty bubble butt. Andy removed the beefy cock he was gulping down and turned at James: "It's yummy. You should give it a try too. Come here." The dark-haired boy walked up to them and just stood there, waiting for instructions. Andy got up and grabbed James' hair, forcing him to his knees in front of Marat, whose cock was anticipating the feeling of a warm cavern around it again. Marat slapped the boy with his meaty cock and scooped the precum-laden cockhead on the boy's half-open lips. "I sincerely doubt that you have never done this again, ain't that right you little cocksucker?" Andy mouthed as he gripped James' head and pushed him down on Marat's waiting cock. James opened his mouth wide and took the dick all the way down. His lips were warm and wet as they slid the length of the shaft. Andy held the younger athlete's head down over his lover's cock, as he started tugging on his own huge boner. James breathed in through his nose and ran his tongue the length of his favourite tennis player's cock. He flecked the head with the tip of his tongue and was rewarded with Marat's heavy sigh, followed by a series of untelligible Russian curses. Andy loosened the grip on James, allowing him more freedom as he slid the shaft in and out of his mouth, keeping his lips tight and sucking furiously. The boy seemed shy at first, but now he was definately getting a taste for it! The loud slurps of the suction increased as James sucked faster. With the tip of his tongue, he touched Marat's piss slit and tasted the drop of pre-cum. His eyes rolled as if the liquid's salty taste intoxicated him. Marat threw his head back as his breathing increased. His balls were practically boiling as he thrust up into the total stranger's throat. James held tight to him, the flecks of his tongue sending hot shivers through the Russian beefcake's defined body. In the meanwhile, Andy had decided to attend to the needs of his own cock. He eyed the young tennis player's athletic back and followed it with his gaze down to his sexy bubble butt. Kneeling behind the bent over youth's bottom, Andy placed both hands on each side of the athletic ass in front of him and started spanking it. "Spread your legs, you skanky cumrag!" He said bossily as his hands met the tight flesh of James' lower cheeks. The bubble butt vibrated at the harsh contact and James elicited a sexy whimper. Andy lowered to his stomach and looked at the enflamed cheeks, begging to be spread apart and fucked with no mercy. Andy gripped James' butt cheeks with each hand and spread them wide. A pink, naughty muscular ring winked back at the blonde studmuffin. Andy dipped lower and pushed his nose into the butt crack inhaling sharply. He moved his lips and kissed the fleshy asshole's lips teasingly. James wiggled and sighed at the contact, then he started moaning around the Russian cock that was stuffed in his mouth, creating more pleasurable feeling for Marat, who had now blushed with passion all over his face. James' hips hiked up a bit and Andy thrust his tongue within the folds of his boy cunt, probing his anal ring with his long and hot tongue. The walls of James' ass were warm and wet around Andy's exploring tongue. James pressed back, against A-Rod's face, making him thrust his tongue deeper. He could taste the musky shit hole and his mouth drooled. He loved eating arse even more than fucking it. But now that the young man's ass was all ready and slicked, it was about time to move on to the next level. Andy lined the glistening head of his cock with the slicked, puckered lips of James' ass. Legs wide in stance, he thrust forcefully into the innocent boy's awaiting ass. He nodded to Marat and the Russian stud grabbed James' head by both sides and started skull-fucking him, so that his cock would remain in the boy's mouth, rendering him unable to scream when the blondmuffin's donkey cock would invade his male cunt. James grunted against Marat's invading cock as he felt the unbelievable sensation of having the fat cock of his tennis idol rammed into his ass. Then he realised that his other tennis idol was shoving his even bigger dick into his mouth and his ecstacy doubled. His rectum muscles tightened around the invading prick, just as Andy's blonde pubic hair started tickling the sensitive skin of his pale ass, letting him know that he now had the entire nine inches up his pussy. Andy gripped James' waist and began thrusting in and out of the constricting rectum walls with slow but strong, forceful strokes. "Take it, bitch! I'm gonna carve a pussy out of that ass!" Andy screamed, engrossed in the warm feeling of the musky ass he was dominating. "Do you like my cock, pussy-boy?" he yelled, as James gripped Andy's cock with his anal muscles in response. Andy went over the edge and started pistoning James much faster, with an almost demonic speed and force. Every time he would plant his cock deep enough to touch the boy's prostate, Andy's balls would slap against the balls of the cock hungry tennis bitch they had never seen before that day. At the other side of that unexpected trio, Marat was beginning to immensely enoy that fuck session. He stopped skull-fucking the boy and saw tears trickling down his cheeks, as his lips were stretched out to accomodate Marat's big dong. James sure seemed like he was enjoying the strange mixture of pain, pleasure and being dominated by two of the greatest and hunkiest tennis celebrities. But it seemed that the continuous slapping of his ass by Andy at the other side made the pain grow bigger than the pleasure and tears were staining the fucktoy's handsome face. "Aw, don't cry. Here here" Marat said as he removed his dick from James' stretched open mouth and cleaned his tears with his red mushroom head. Then he inserted it again into the boy's awaiting mouth, and was surprised to see James' eyes twitch with nastiness as he felt two hands snaking up his ass and kneading his meaty Russian ass cheeks. Soon, two of James' larger digits crammed themselves into Marat's virgin man-pussy, nudging against the G-Spot at the end of his anal cavity. "Ohhh Fuck! Here it is," he screamed as he felt the creamy jeez burst through his cock, "Hell yeahhhhh!" a rush of cum spit from Marat's cock and James lapped at it, holding the cock in his throat. "Take it," Marat growled sexily. "Eat it bitch, eat it!" And James just swallowed it with pleasure, drinking every drop. He milked the Russian cock that stuffed his mouth thoroughly. But the cum flow was too much for him to handle, so driplets of manly cream started trickling down his chin, marking his face with the salty seed of the Russian stud. "Yeah," Marat sighed once he was spent. James was still holding the spent cock in his mouth, running his tongue along the tender shaft lovingly. Marat chuckled at the boy's reluctance to release his dick, even as a certain blonde hunk was going ballistics at his sensitive asshole at the other welcoming hole of his body. He patted James' head. "You're a good little cocksucker." James mumbled something inaudible since his mouth was full and continued to lick his master's cock clean. At the same time, Andy could take it no more. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fill your slutty man pussy with my jism! Do you want it, slut?" "No!" Marat intervened from the other side of the trio. "Just stop there and wait". he ordered Andy, then turned to the boy that still had his cock in his mouth. "Let Daddy's cock out" he whispered to James and he released Marat's cock from his mouth. A string of cum connected his lower lips to Marat's mushroom shaped cockhead, until the big Russian guy sat down and slipped his beefy and sweaty body under that of James, who was standing on all fours all that time. Now Marat was lying under him and Andy was standing behind him, with his swollen cock still stretching James' asshole out of its normal accomodating size. "Now stand on your knees and sit on Daddy's cock" he ordered the boy. James obeyed and started lowering his body and his (already filles with cock) asshole towards the fat and scary dick of Marat Safin. Andy had withdrawed most of his shaft from James' boyhole, leaving only the cock head inside and making room for the other big tennis star inside that welcoming male cunt. Just as Marat's cockhead touched the anal ring of James, Andy started slowly pushing in again. "Unholy Fuccckkkkkkkkkkk," James wailed as Andy and Marat maneuvered a double penetration of his hungry hole. He was breathing raggedly as they pushed their cock heads deeper and deeper in his stretching hole. "Enough! Enough! Please...I can't take it!" He whined, but the hunky tennis celebs thrust in unison. "Aaaaarghhhh!" "It seems to me that you're already taking it quite well" Marat whispered as he tried to take in the amazingly pleasurable feelings of double-fucking a total stranger's ass with his lover...then he grabbed James' hair and pulled him down for a hot, sloppy kiss. Andy felt a little jealous and he decided to punish the boy...he started to fuck the hell out of James' stretched-open hole. "Take it you cock-hungry anal bitch! You'll never be able to walk properly again after today!" he yelled to the owner of the cunt he was savagely screwing. "Yeah, squeeze our cocks, bitch!" Marat chimed in as he thrust. "Cunt!" Andy added. He just had to have the last word in this! James couldn't believe he had two cocks up his butt, but despite the pain he squeezed his anal walls around the two fat cocks and thrust back to take even more! He was beginning to surprise himself. His breathing was ragged and he was sweating profusely but he just wanted to be bred. He wanted to be humiliated and made a total, cum-drenched little bitch. "Ughhh," he grunted as his tennis idols kept thrusting into his larger-by-the-minute boy pussy. Andy and Marat thrust their hips savagely, slapping against Duke's creamy butt cheeks. Their balls were slapping against each other's. "Yeahhhhhh!" They grunted. "Open up that pussy baby'" Marat growled. "He's so damn tight!" Andy puffed, as his swaety blonde locks began to stick on his forehead. "Fuckkkkkin' tight." Marat agreed, as he placed his large hands on their fucktoy's waist. james bit his lip in pain but his cock was boiling from the reaming. This was the horniest experience on his life, and despite the pain, his cock had grown to his full seven inches and threatened to flood the Earth with his tasty creamy load. Rubbing against Marat Safin's sexy tummy with each thrust of Andy, James' cock was ready to explode. Andy slapped again one of James' butt cheeks and that was when the hot 19-year-old lost it. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm fuckin cumminnnnnnnng," he breathed out as his cock jerked and thick cum spurted on Marat's defined torso. The last drop was strangely the biggest one, and it splattered on Marat's chin, making the Russian sex god stick his tongue out and try to reach it and taste its salty goodness. Andy's thrusting moved James against the cum, smearing it between his stomach and Marat's, creating a sticky, slippery connection between their sweaty bodies. "I'm gonna cum, Andy...again!" Marat gritted, astonished at the feeling of James' ass constricting around his and his boyfriend's cocks. He slipped three fingers in James' agape mouth and felt him moan around them. "I'm with you, baby" Andy gasped. "Lets....let...it..ripppppppppppp," he chanted. "Grrrrrrrr Ughhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, ffffffffuckinnnnnn take ittttt you fffuckin bitch," he screamed as they both released strings and ropes of cum, flooding James' hole and breeding him with their thick manly seed. The hole was filled so tight that rivulets of their cum seeped from the ravaged stretched hole and rolled down the flushed (from all the spanking from Andy) cheeks. Marat and Andy held within until they pumped every last drop. James collapsed upon the desk in exhaustion. "That was...to good to believe it was true" he exasperated. Andy and Marat looked at each other cheekily. "Great job baby'" Andy complicated his boyfriend between deep breaths. He slapped James' butt cheek loudly. Both tennis stars removed their sticky cocks from the well-fucked hole and admired their good work at exhausting Mardy Fish's opponent out as they watched the cum flowing out of the gaping asshole. James slowly got up and with great difficulty managed to put his shorts on and walk over to grab his stuff. He was too worn out to even think of having another shower right now. Never mind that he probably wanted to keep all the sticky cum and smells on him for a souvenir for a little. "I bet you're really worn out, ain't you, you little stud" Andy teased James as he walked under the same shower head Marat was currently cleaning himself up. He started to massage Marat big and hefty butt cheeks. "Well, of course I am. Physically as well as mentally. I can hardly believe that all of this happened." James confessed, as he walked closer to the way out. "I bet you're too tired to even think about playing against my buddy Mardy Fish tonight, huh? We fucked your hungry pussy so hard you won't even be able to walk properly for the rest of the week, never mind competing in the courts tonight." Andy explained, letting the boy know that their fucking session wasn't as spontaneous as they made him think it was. Andy grinned like a little minx when he saw the (hurt?) and confused look on their victim's face. "I...What...What are you talking about? I'm not playing against Mardy Fish tonight." The boy explained in utter confusion. "Wait a minute." Marat intervened. "Your name is James Carter, right?" he asked the boy whose holes he bred twice that evening. "No. My name is James Crawford. Wait...you guys thought I was James Carter? THE James Carter, the player who's supposed to play against Mardy Fish tonight?" James started lightening up as he started to put the pieces together. "Is *that* why you fucked me?" He chuckled. "Who the hell are you? What the hell were you doin? in here in the first place?" Andy asked, pissed that his plan had backfired on him. "I told you, I'm James Crawford. Heck, I'm not even a tennis player! I'm the janitor's nephew and I came to shower here because the ballboy's showers had broken down. Jeez!" he sniggered. Andy just turned to look at Marat, barely believing the game that fate played agaisnt them today. Marat just shrugged. Hey, he came twice that evening, and he technically wasn't even cheating on his boyfriend. "Pfft!" James scoffed and then started laughing, as he waved to his biggest (literally, as he could tell by himself from now on) tennis idols and made his way out of the oh-so-filled-with-good-memories shower room. "What did I expect? Tennis players! They practice too much with their muscles and hardly with their bloody brains!" he thought to himself. The End!!! Author Notes: Please send me your feedback. Pretty pretty please with sugar and cherries on top? (I know, I have no dignity!!!) 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