Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has no knowledge of Andy Roddick's sexuality, nor that of any other celebrity mentioned here, and has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!
THE CHRONICLES OF RODDICK, Part 4
by Backlash29
From a recent mail I got from a fan:
Can you write a story where Andy Roddick starts off as a cocky, arrogant, hotshot, 100% STRAIGHT stud who gets turned into the ATP tour's biggest cock slut by a few tennis players who want to put him in his place? I'd luv to read a story that depicts how Roddick falls from his position as a sex god and the world's top tennis player into a shameless, depraved slut who just wants to be used by other men and to satisfy his insatiable appetite for cock and humiliation.
After Nick and Matt went on their way, Andy made himself a sandwich and rested. But before long, the poolboy Fabrice showed up--a swarthy, broad-chested and deeply tan Mediterranean stud with long dark hair and a fat nine-inch uncut cock that was curved like a banana. Andy loved the way Fabrice's dick felt in his ass, the way it curved inside of him to poke him randomly deep inside. So, before long, Andy was out in the poolhouse, on his back in a chaise lounge with his cute legs hooked onto Fabrice's broad, tan shoulders, feeling the sexy hunk plow deeply in and out of his well-fucked hole, using all those previous loads as lube.
As Fabrice slammed in and out of his perfect little tennis-jock hole, Andy's mind wandered back to the day not so long ago that he had been introduced to ass-fucking, and being made the willing slave of every hot man who wanted to use his slutty ass...
In November of 2003, he flew to Shanghai with James Blake to attend the Tennis Master's Cup. The two best friends checked into the same hotel where they knew several of the competing players were staying. As soon as they got to their room, Andy dropped his pants to let James suck his cock. After the long flight, it was just what both guys wanted. He'd first made James do this after Andy beat him earlier that year at the ATP Final in Memphis, and because James seemed to like it, they repeated the act as often as they could.
Despite this, Andy still considered himself a 100% hetero stud. His girlfriend, Mandy, was just rising to fame, and the two of them had wild sex together every chance they got. When they were apart, as their schedules frequently required them to be, Andy fucked his way through all of the hot female fans who came onto him. He did this with a clear conscience, as he also knew that Mandy was getting gang-fucked on location by the hunky dancers from her entourage, as well as her many sexy movie co-stars and their various friends, including Patrick Flueger, Robert Schwartzman, and of course, the mega-hung Shane West.
So, getting blow-jobs from James really wasn't that big a deal, just two friends helping each other out. He knew that James liked to have sex with guys occasionally, but Andy didn't know any details about this activity, and he never considered either one of them to be remotely gay. (In truth, James was a regular slut at many sex parties around Florida and around the country. He also got powerfucked on a regular basis by his childhood friend, John Mayer, and multiple other sexy musician studs of John's acquaintance.)
As he spread his legs and half-reclined on the hotel bed, watching James' handsome face work over his big knob, he pushed down on the hunky black player's dreadlocks and muttered: "Yeah, eat my dick you dirty faggot cocksucker...you like sucking down that big cock, don'tcha...I get so much pussy, you just love slurping that big cock 'cos it's been inside Mandy and all them other fine hot girls..."
Egged on by Andy's cocky attitude, James dutifully continued blowing his friend until he knew he was close. Then, as he always did, he pulled his mouth off and did hammer-strokes on Andy's rigid pole with both hands until it showered hot stripes of cum all over James's face. Then, as the cum subsided, he took Andy's cock back into his mouth for a thorough cleaning, after which time they silently parted ways.
After a brief post-orgasmic powernap on the hotel bed, Andy awoke to find James gone. He took a shower, and when he was finished, the room was still empty. Curious, he traveled down the hallway of the hotel floor, stopping at one door that was slightly ajar. From inside the room he heard moans of pleasure, all seeming to come from male voices. He pushed the door open and cautiously stepped inside.
The sight that greeted him was shocking. A full-on gay orgy was taking place, and everyone involved was someone he knew from the ATP! Mark Philippoussis was sprawled forward on one side of the bed, reaching back to hold his tan, muscular ass-cheeks open wide as Marat Safin steadily drilled in and out of his hole with a gigantic slab of prime Russian tennis beef. Nearby, Juan-Carlos Ferrero and his competitor Roger Federer were fucking James' exposed holes at either end: sexy Swiss Federer jammed his big bone up James' tight butt doggy-style while James hungrily sucked down Ferrero's thick Spanish bone.
Mark whined and cried with pleasure as he took every slam of Safin's dick up his pussy chute. James grunted with pleasure, choking audibly on Ferrero's cock as Federer repeatedly nailed his fine black ass.
Andy couldn't believe what he was seeing. His dick jumped inside his cargo shorts, a reaction he didn't immediately acknowledge or understand. Instinctively, he sent his right hand down to touch his cock through the baggy fabric. James had just blown him less than an hour earlier, but seeing this action, he suddenly felt ready for more.
Just as Andy entered the room, Safin was preparing to cum. He shouted loudly in Russian, spurring Mark to arch his strong, sexy back off the bed and tip his handsome face back in a contortion of bliss, smiling and groaning as he received Safin's cum-load deep inside his beautiful butt.
Pulling out of Mark's ass, Safin breathlessly turned to greet their new arrival. "Ah, Andy," he said, smiling. "It looks like you want to join in on our fun, no?"
"No, man!" Andy quickly replied, taking his hand away from his shorts and glancing nervously toward the door. "I don't...uh, I mean...I'm not...you know..."
Safin erupted with laughter. Federer, fucking James harder and harder, slapped his bottom's ass hard and said, "That's not what this bitch tells us, Andy. He says you've been skull-fucking him for, like, six months now. Is that what good straight buddies do or each other down there in Florida?"
Andy started to mumble something, but he was too transfixed by watching his sexy best friend get throttled at either end by two tennis stud cocks. He knew James messed around with guys, but he had no idea he was such a whore. To go from sucking Andy's cock and swallowing his spermy load, to receiving multiple cocks at either end in a room just down the hall...
"Actually, Andy's been acting like quite the stud on the road, scoring all the best women and leaving his left-overs for us," Ferrero chimed in. "Half the pussies I've fucked on tour have his cum already inside."
"Me too," Mark said. He had rolled over into a sitting position on the bed. "We're all sick of his sloppy seconds. I think we need to teach him a lesson. Don't you?"
"Fuck yes," Safin replied, taking a menacing step toward Andy.
"No!" Andy yelped, but there was no way for him to get away. Mark jumped up and blocked the way to the hotel room door. Safin grabbed Andy in his strong arms and threw him onto the bed, where Mark had just taken Safin's fuck. The bedspread was damp from the excess cum that had leaked out of Mark's hole around Safin's plunging, exploding cock.
"Uhhh-hnngh...hhh..." Andy grunted as Safin held his head forcibly down into the bed while Mark approached from behind and roughly kicked Andy's legs apart. Then Safin and Mark grabbed the waistband of Andy's cargo shorts and yanked them down to his ankles, exposing his fresh virgin ass.
"Oh yeah..." Mark purred as he stroked Andy's butt cheeks with his strong hands. "That's such a sweet ass. Hey Blakey, you like holding onto this butt when you deep-throat Andy's big tool? I bet you do..."
James could barely reply, as Federer was throttling repeatedly into his hole, but he managed to lift his head off Ferrero's juicy cock long enough to say: "Fuck yeah, man...and he likes it when I stick a finger in his hole..."
Mark laughed. "Yeah? That true, Andy? You like getting finger-banged while your gay little friend here is sucking you off?"
Andy groaned something unintelligible, but vaguely affirmative. He repeated the groan, increasingly louder, as he heard Mark spit into his hand and then felt Mark's thumb and fingers make their way into his ass crack, prying his cute hole apart and then making their way inside.
Safin said, "I bet we can give you something better than our fingers, Andy." The others laughed. Safin climbed onto the bed then, still holding Andy by the back of his neck, and positioned his crotch within range of Andy's mouth. His fat dick was still half-hard, and he used his free hand to slap it a few times against the newly submissive tennis star's cute face. "Why don't you suck on this, Roddick. You can taste Mark's ass and my cum. It will get you ready for everything else we're going to do to you today."
Andy resisted at first, but the pleasure of Mark's fingers at the entrance to his butt hole was a soothing distraction, and the smell of Safin's throbbing dick was strangely intoxicating. With a sideways glance up Safin's chiseled body, Andy tentatively stuck out his tongue for a quick lick. His tongue lapped the shaft, where he indeed tasted some fuck from Mark's ass together with Safin's fresh sperm. Throwing his macho caution to the wind, Andy shut his eyes once more, turned his head to line up with Safin's cock directly, and with a deep breath, opened wide and accepted the cock into his mouth, just as he'd seen James do for him.
All eyes in the room were on Andy's cute face. His fellow tennis pros had held their breath and waited in a state of suspended reality to see if Andy would actually do it, and he did! Andy Roddick was sucking cock!
Newly bold, Mark reached for the lube pump so he could work Andy's rear hole open further. To his surprise, as soon as Andy started sucking off Safin, his hole seemed to relax and open right up. Within a few minutes Mark had two fingers inside. He used these to finger-fuck Andy to the same rhythm that the slutty boy was now expertly and devotedly sucking Safin's cock. Their pace increased, and soon they could all hear Andy whimpering with arousal as he hungrily devoured the big cock in his mouth, while pressing his cute chicken ass back onto Mark's hand. He was clearly ready for more than just two fingers.
"Fuckin' A, I think he wants my dick," Mark said breathlessly. Withdrawing from Andy's ass, he moved into position and lined up his fat eight inches with Andy's puckered, ready hole. Without a word, he started pushing slowly but steadily inside.
At the initial intrusion, Andy stopped sucking and his eyes grew wide with shock. Then, as Mark went into him an inch or so deeper, he reflexively spat out Safin's tool and grimaced, arching his back and trying to pull away as he grunted with discomfort. But Mark was accustomed to deflowering virgins, and he held Andy's ass close to him with both hands, waiting for the pain to subside and the pleasure to kick in. It all happened a moment later, and Andy's hole relaxed around Mark's thick rod as the hinge in his hips slowly pushed his sexy young butt backwards. Seconds later Mark's pubes were pushed into Andy's butt cheeks.
It was time to fuck. Without any encouragement, Andy muttered, "Yeah, Philly, do my ass...fuck me nice and hard...I really want it..." Then he took Safin's spit-lubed cock back into his mouth and braced himself against his oral top's strong body as Mark began the long assault on his tight, hungry virgin male pussy.
Watching all this was too much for the others on the bed. With a yelp, Federer shot his load inside James, and a few seconds later Ferrero followed suit by starting to cum in James' mouth, then pulling out and spraying the rest of his load all over James' handsome, licking face. Then James was ready to cum, and to Andy's pleasant surprise, his best friend got up on his haunches and shot a big wad onto Andy's cute features as Andy continued deep-throating Safin's cock.
"Yeah!! Oh fuck, yeah..." James hollered as he painted his sexy best friend's face with stripes of juicy cum. "Who's the faggot now, Andy? I always knew you'd love getting dick in your holes...you'd suck it all down and take it up your ass!"
In response, Andy simply moaned happily, and continued absorbing Mark's fuck and making a meal of Safin's engorged Russian cock. He understood his place now, as a pussy-boy cock-loving jock faggot.
Mark didn't last long, shooting a big load of cum into the new slut's hole a few minutes later. After that inauguration, the others knew that they were all going to take turns using their new butt-boy, and Andy knew he was ready. Over the course of the afternoon he took their cocks, one right after another, in every position they taught him. After his final fuck that day, with Ferrero pounding his hole missionary style and cumming his fourth load up Andy's hole, the Spanish stud leered at him and said, "You're our pussy now."
And so he was. Andy loved every second of it, marveling in his newfound happiness as a slutty gay bottom, and when it was all over he confided to James that he couldn't wait to explore this new side to his sexuality, to be a total cum-dump whore for as many hot and well-hung men as he could find. James said that as soon as they returned to Florida he'd be sure to set his friend up with all the cocks he could handle...
TO BE CONTINUED
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