Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2008 09:10:00 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Tennis Ace Get Seeded, Part Two" by Jay Roberts  Bi Encounters

It worked!  I played better than I have ever played.  I just seemed to be
able to master the court.  The next day I took poor Billy Webber, the
teenage wonder ever set.  The poor kid was in the locker room, crying.  I
would have loved to comfort him, but tennis custom demands dignity when one
wins.  But the situation with coach George was different.  He saw some
change in me.  He knew it came from the visit to the "clinic".  He was wise
enough to have heard the rumors about the clinic and he used that knowledge
to make his move.

I lay on the rubdown table.  This time, after rubbing my legs and feet with
alcohol, he moved up to my thighs, one finger lightly stroking my ball sac.
This was it for me.  I was so horny already after yesterday that I yearned
for release.  He could see that I was breathing heavily and he didn't even
ask for permission.  He lowered my under shorts exposing my rampant cock,
signed in pleasure at the sight.  He put a towel over my face.  I guess he
didn't want me to see him do his stuff.  It was a great idea and it was
really sexy not seeing the action, just feeling it and I was primed to get
off.

His mature tongue played over the tips of my cock.  "Oh George," I moaned,
helpless under his expertise.  Then he took only the head into his mouth
and sucked like it was an ice cream treat.  Oh shit, this was heaven.  I
lifted my body to get further into his hot mouth.  He became passive and
let me enter his mouth.  I pushed my hips up further and was fully inside.
I began a rapid fucking motion.  He was dripped spit with excitement and
let me fuck his mouth.  Soon my action began to slow as my orgasm began,
making my hips sluggish, but in a moment I let out of loud grunt and
delivered my service over the net of his mouth.  He gulped and drank it all
down.

He straightened up, removed the towel from my face and said nothing.  He
continued the rub down on my shoulders and arms.  I knew now that I could
have George's loving mouth anytime I wanted.

A few days went by.  No tennis dates.  I was a loose ends.  Something was
bothering me, but I could not figure out what it was.  I was in bed that
night, tossing restlessly.  Then I realized that I had a flashback to the
fucking I had received from Jose.  Suddenly my ass was in my consciousness.
It felt empty, yearning for release.  I decided to contact Jose.

The next afternoon I called the Clinic.  He answered.  He sounded bored and
uninterested in my telephone call.  I was devastated.  "Can I come up to
see you Jose?"

"Why, you won straight sets a few days ago?  But if you insist, you can
come here about four o'clock.  Maria is away.  I am doing some paper work."

I could hardly wait for the day to progress until the time I could go to
see Jose.  I found that at times I was breathing hard in anticipation and I
felt my ass clinching in anticipation.  I had become a slave to my own ass
desires.  I didn't care for my dignity; I had to satisfy my craving.

At last the time came.  I took the elevator and stood in front of the TV
screen and pressed the button.  It lit up with Jose's face.  "Door's open.
Go inside and to the door marked "office".

He was pretty matter of fact, even cold, but I had come this far and I was
not to be deterred.  I pushed open the door to the small office.  Jose, his
aquiline nose buried in a ledger, did not even glance at me.  Although it
was not offered, I took a seat on a modern chair.  The desk he was at was
glass.  I could see that he was dressed in a loose shirt and white sport
shorts.  He legs were bare, lovely smooth tan legs with aristocratic, slim
toes on the Berber carpet.

I sat and I sat, my breathing becoming deeper and deeper as I slipped into
a haze of desire.  Finally I could stand it no more.  "Jose, you seemed so
interested in me a few days ago.  What has happened to change you?"  My
God, I sounded like a pitiful beggar.

He put down the gold pen he was using and directed his attention to me.
"Eh, what is it you want?  Why are you here?  You treatment is finished."

Those words stung, but I persevered.  "I have been thinking about you since
we met here.  I want to do again what we did then."

"What is that exactly?  Say it!"

I blushed like a child.  "I, I, I, want you to use me, enter me."

"Oh such polite careful words.  What do you really mean?"

I blurted it out, "I want you to fuck me.  I need it.  I can't go on
without your cock in my ass."

"Okay, now I see what you have been hinting about.  I would fuck you, but
frankly I am not in the mood.  I am not aroused at all.  Perhaps you might
bring to a state that I might grant your wish."  He laughed dryly.

"What do you want me to do?"

In a commanding voice he bellowed, "Get undressed, everything.  Get on your
knees, under the desk here and see what you can do to get me in the mood."

"You mean you want me to perform oral sex on you?  I have never done that.
I don't want to be a cock sucker."

"You did my sister Maria.  Now it's my turn.  But, if you wish, you can
just leave."

I took a deep breath, and then let the air out in defeat.  There was no
other way.  I slipped off my clothes quickly and crouched under the desk,
between his smooth thighs.

"I had forgotten what a beauty you are.  Just seeing you is making my prick
show some interest.  Perhaps you have a chance in getting your fuck.  But
now, start sucking!"

I unsnapped the top button of his shorts and slid them down his legs.  His
polished knees were on either side of my face.  In front of me was his tan
cock, the cover slightly drawn back, exposing the head and the piss slit.
I caressed the tip with a tentative finger.  I heard his gasp.  Like a good
doggie I was pleased to hear that passive approval, and I could see that he
was stiffening slightly.  I opened my lips enough to surround his cock
head.  He was dewing up from the attention and the offering was delicious,
to my surprise.  It was like a drug for me.  I wanted more.  I took more of
his shaft into my mouth and sucked slightly. Just that action was so
pleasurable to me.  I was a born cock sucker and never knew it.  More pre
cum oozed out and I hungrily licked it up.  He was now fully hard.  He slim
penis felt perfect in my mouth.  I was salivating wildly and dripping on
the carpet.  "Yes tennis gay boy. And you are gay you know.  You might as
well admit it.  You are a numero uno sucker and you have gotten me to the
pitch so that I can fuck you silly.  Get up, lay on my glass desk on your
back."

I crawled out from under the desk.  I climbed on the desk, my hot back
settling against the ice-cold glass.  Jose got up from the chair, stepped
out of his short, but left his shirt on.  I thought that was an unconscious
need to be dominant, the one with the shirt fucking the naked slave.  He
came around and stood looking down at me, his lips curled in amusement, but
his arousal was evident.  His slim cock was sticking straight out from the
nest of black public hair, arching in a curve, its tip dripping honey.  He
pulled me forward on the glass and grasped my legs, putting one of my
thighs against his hipbone, and the other on the opposite hipbone.  In this
position my ass hole was exposed and in perfect position to be entered.

He was, himself, greatly affected by the moment.  His voice was husky as he
asked; "Now you will get what you asked for.  Are you ready for a hard
fuck?"

"Yes," croaked out loudly.

He laughed and in one wonderfully painfully and surprising move, he slid
his cock into my ass hole and pushed right up so that he was totally
impaling me.  I had called out a serious-comical cry of "Whoa." As he
bottomed.  But it was what I wanted.  I hoped he'd never leave.  But then,
in alarm, my eyes widened, he withdrew, almost completely.  I whined in
complaint, but then he rapidly pushed in again and out again until my mind
was whirling with sensation.

My ass was arched in the air and he was able to reach his hand around my
waist and grasp my leaking cock.  As he fucked me vigorously, he shagged my
cock.  I was fast whirling in orbit.  The peak of this could not last.
Jose was the first to succumb.  He shouted, "Okay bitch.  I can't hold on
any longer.  You are going to get my seed and you will be seeded number
one.  Here it comes."

I felt him stiffen and lock, then like summer rain he pelted my insides
with many spurts of his male essence He continued to rubbed my cock and
soon the table was awash with slimy spooge from my fevered cock.

He got off the table shakily.  "That was a good one gay boy.  I just might
call on you for a repeat sometime.  Keep in touch."

I just lay there panting, trying to gain my normal breathing and strength
to get off the table and dress.

He put his shorts on and sat back on his desk chair.  When I was dressed I
stood there, not sure what to do.  He saw my questioned face.  "You're
finished here.  I'll send the bill."

I left in a daze.

My game was still holding up.  George's attitude toward me was slightly
changed.  I was afraid of that.  He was more familiar than he had been
before.  Last night, after the game, as I lay on the massage table, eagerly
awaiting his cock sucking, something odd happened.  He massaged me while he
was nude.  I could see his large cock bobbing near my face as he did my
shoulders.  Then it happened, as he said, "You are gay.  I always knew it.
Now suck my cock."

I nodded obediently and turned to get into a good position.  My mouth was
already watering.  I closed my eyes and slid my hot mouth over his meaty
cock.

End