Game, Set and Match - A Different Game
This is a sequel to the 'Game, Set and Match'-series. The six chapters of that series were published earlier. For those of you who haven't read it yet or have difficulty remembering the story, it's about me, a P.R. Assistant, meeting a lot of hot tennis stars and having sex with them. In the end it turns out that Patrick Rafter is the one for me and that's the start of an ongoing relationship with Pat. At least, it is in my dreams. The whole series was fiction, as is the following story. Please note that this story will contain explicit gay sex, so if you're not interested in that kind of stuff or if you are not allowed to read such things, please move on. All your comments are welcome at: mikec@freemail.nl.
A Different Game
Part One: Shuffling the deck
I still couldn't believe my luck. Just a few months ago, I was an average 24-year old pr-guy, often between jobs and relationships. And now a day didn't go by without feeling Patrick Rafter's arms around me. Pat, that amazing, gorgeous, witty, sweet, gentle and sexy Australian stud, was finally mine. And this time I remained faithful. No more sexual encounters in players locker rooms, in the shower or on the massage table. Well, at least not with other players. Pat and I did enjoy each others company in those places, as we did on the beach, by the lake, on the kitchen table, in the car, in and around the swimming pool and in bed. Our relationship even seemed to have a positive effect on Pats career. He had been playing pretty bad throughout the year, since winning the US Open, but just two weeks after the beginning of our relationship Pat won the grass court tournament at Rosmalen, Holland.
There are a lot of scientists who claim that sex isn't recommended before a match in tennis or any other sport. Pat and I made it our jobs proving them wrong. In fact, just before the final in Rosmalen I gave Pat a blow-job in the locker room. And he won it convincingly. I suggested to write a paper about our research findings, but Pat didn't care much for that idea. I'm sure there's a proper scientific journal where you can publish that kind of research, but I decided to concentrate my efforts on a different kind of writing.
Anyway, we were all set to go to Wimbledon, one of the biggest occasions of the year for Pat. He really wanted to do well and I was ready to give him my full support, in any way I could. Pat had won his first matches under very difficult conditions. His matches were interrupted by rain and that made it very difficult for him to concentrate. We were booked into separate rooms at the hotel, but we saw each other often. After his second round match he asked me to spend the night in his room and I was only too happy to oblige. Pat was in excellent condition and he made love to me with the same passion as our first time. Unfortunately things on court didn't go that well. Pat lost in the fourth round. He was beaten by Tim Henman, one of my ex-lovers. My Australian friend was very disappointed and needed some comfort. Needless to say, I was ready for him.
The plan was to go on a holiday after Wimbledon. Many of the top players had a break then and I actually spent a lot of time with the players, discussing their plans. I knew a lot of them pretty well. I got to know hem during my time as a pr-assistant on the ATP-tour and I continued to have contacts with them, even after I was fired. Actually, getting fired turned out to be the best thing that could have ever happened to me. It enabled me to get closer to and more informal with some of the guys. But as I said, I managed to stay faithful to Pat, even though I couldn't help noticing some of the excellent physical features these athletes have.
Pat and I both were quite popular among the other players. We never told them we were lovers, but I think they had their suspicions. At first, Pat was terrified they might find out, but after a while he didn't care any more. After all, we weren't the only gay people on the Tour. And so one day, at the end of the tournament, Pat invited some guys over for a drink in his hotel room to celebrate the beginning of their holidays. Heaven is a hotel room full of gorgeous athletes. Believe me, I've been there. About a dozen players showed up. The Australians were almost all present of course. The two Woodies and Jason Stoltenberg were there, my good friend Greg Rusedski made an appearance, Richard Krajicek turned up, as well as the Swedes Thomas Enqvist and Jonas Bjorkman, German stud Tommy Haas and some lesser known players. Everyone had a good time and a lot to drink. The Aussies are quite famous for their drinking and it didn't take them too long to get completely drunk, including Pat. It wasn't until late that the players left one by one, until there were only five of us left: Thomas Enqvist, Tommy Haas, Richard Krajicek, Pat and myself.
I had talked most of the evening to Richard Krajicek. I had always considered him one of the finer specimens around. He's a tall, dark and handsome athlete, but very straight with a wife and child he adored. My contacts with Richard were pretty easy, since we both spoke the same language (which is Dutch, of course). And he was the only one who managed to keep away from the heavy drinking. We talked about a wide variety of topics, including the weather (of course), the tournament (obviously), the state of the courts (not surprisingly) and the effect the crisis of the Asian stock markets would have on the economy of both our countries. Throughout the conversation Richard seemed distracted and at times he was just staring at me. Did I have beer all over my face ? Or was there something else bothering him ? It turned out he was missing his family, particularly his wife.
"It's hard not having her around to release all the tensions you have after playing a match", Richard said rather suddenly.
I wasn't sure I had heard it correctly and must have had a funny look on my face, because he started elaborating on what he had just said.
"You know what I mean, don't you ?", he continued. "There is no better way to release all that tension than by sex."
Well, I did know that and I knew a lot of players felt like that, but I wasn't really sure why he was telling me all this. The whole situation got even more strange when I couldn't help noticing that a rather large bulge had emerged in his pants. I still remained speechless not knowing where to look.
In the mean time, the other three guys, who were all very drunk, were having some discussion. I didn't know what it was about, but suddenly heard Thomas Enqvist shout:
"You know, there's only one way to settle this."
"How's that ?", said Pat.
"By playing a tennis match. Whoever wins, gets the last nut."
I couldn't believe it, they were actually fighting about who would have the last beer nut. It was clear that sanity had left that side of the room.
"We can't do that now !", Pat reacted. At least someone used his brain. "It would take too long, the nut would lose its flavor."
"What about a poker match ?", Tommy Haas suggested. "That won't take long."
"All right", said Enqvist. "Where are the cards ?"
"I don't have any", Pat answered and then asked me if I had any cards. I told him to go to the reception and ask for a deck there. But then the other two started to suggest that Pat might put some markings on the cards, so he could cheat. And so, they all went to reception, leaving Richard and I alone.
I continued my conversation with him, trying to block what he had said earlier out of my mind. But again my attention was drawn to Richard's crotch as he started rubbing it through his pants. Getting aroused myself now, I decided to end this, afraid of giving into temptation.
"Well, it's getting late. And I have to get up early, so I'd better go back to my room." I got up and went for the door, but Richard wasn't going to let me go that easy.
"I'll walk you to your room", Richard proposed. And he did. I went in and said good-bye to him when he said:
"I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you, but I thought you would understand. I know you've helped other players when they were horny, and I kind of hoped you would help me too."
I couldn't believe this guy. I was completely outraged by the fact that players were gossiping about me like that and that they considered me to be some kind of sex slave, some kind of prostitute even. There was no way that Krajicek would get away with it so easily. I wanted to scream to him, telling him about my anger, letting him know that I was not the kind of guy he took me for, that I was firmly committed to someone else, that I had no intention of doing him a sexual favor or even any favor and that I never wanted to speak to him again. But there was one small problem. Richard had already entered my room, taken his throbbing dick out and was stroking it before my eyes.
That was in fact a major problem. The flesh is weak and in my case that is particularly true. I have never been able to resist a hard cock. Ever since the first time I saw someone else's boner, I couldn't resist touching it, stroking it, licking it, sucking it. I was fourteen when my best friend and I camped in a field one night, just outside my house. And you know how young lads are at that age. "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours." He did show me his and a couple of minutes later I tasted cum for the first time in my life. I was disgusted with myself, but it was like a spell was put on me. Someone up there had decided that I would suck every single hard-on that I would see and the spell had never been broken before.
And though this tennis star was almost fully dressed, a well-known heterosexual and I wasn't actually really attracted to him, even angry with him and determined to resist any temptation, I could see his penis and it was hard as a rock. The speech I wanted to make never came out of my mouth. Instead I went over to him and got on my knees. First, I studied his throbbing organ. It was bigger than average but not very thick. He was uncut but I could see part of the cockhead which was already leaking with pre-cum. He had stopped jacking off and was waiting in anticipation. He put his hands on my head, ran his fingers through my hair and started pushing my mouth closer to his cock. As soon as I was close enough, I started licking his shaft. I pushed his pants a bit further down to fully expose his balls. I licked those hairy balls and took each of them in my mouth to suck on them gently. Richard started to moan and beg for me to suck hard on his cock. I continued to pay extensive attention to his balls, still kidding myself that I would not give into his wishes. But sucking balls can only be nice for a while. In the end, I had to have the real thing in my mouth. My lips were soon all over his cock again. And as I licked his pre-cum, I pulled the foreskin back to expose his purple cockhead.
"Hmmm.... Suck it hard, Mike......... Please, suck my dick", Richard moaned.
Still hesitant, I started to lick the cockhead and tried to push my tongue in his piss hole. I took the cockhead in my mouth and started sucking it. His hands were pushing my head closer and I attempted to take his whole cock in, but I didn't succeed. It was too big. Still, he enjoyed the blow-job. He moaned louder and louder as I sucked his dick harder and harder. I could feel he was ready to cum, but just before he exploded in my mouth I pulled my mouth off his dick, put my hands around it and started jacking him off. He looked disappointed, but probably realized this was the best he was going to get. After a couple of seconds he shot his load all over his clothes. Some landed on my hands and I licked it off. It tasted sweet and it made me extremely horny. I had a hard-on throughout the experience and Richard noticed that my own cock was yearning for attention.
"Thanks for that", he said. "Let me repay the favor."
"No, thanks", I could hear myself say with Richard covered in his own cum and willing to suck my own throbbing dick.
I allowed him to clean himself up in my bathroom and then he left. I suppose I truly was a reformed man. Never before had I turned down such an occasion. But I wasn't proud on myself. I cursed my hormones, imagining that this would mean the end of my relationship with Pat. I just hoped he would never find out. I pulled myself together and went back to Pat's room.
Pat, Enqvist and Haas were involved in a fierce poker game. They didn't even notice me. Pat was probably to drunk to realize I had been gone. Thank god for beer.
I stepped over to them and asked if I could join them. I pulled up a chair, the beginning of a memorable poker game.
Part Two: Four of a Kind
"So, who's winning ?", I asked.
They all went silent and looked at me and then at each other. Surely, I hadn't asked a stupid question.
"Well,...... it seems......", Pat was trying to explain something.
"We forgot to keep scores.", Tommy Haas came to the rescue.
"I don't believe this !", Enqvist shouted. "How are we ever going to settle who gets the last nut?"
I couldn't believe three grown men were playing a game of poker over a single nut and then forgot to keep scores. If this didn't prove alcohol kills the brain, nothing does.
"I got an idea", Tommy said. "We could play strip poker. We'll play until only one of us has any clothes left, and he gets the nut."
"Brilliant !", Enqvist reacted.
Pat and I looked at each other. I knew Pat wouldn't like that idea at all. He's basically a shy man, but right now he was most of all a drunk man and a devilish smile told me Pat would go for the idea.
"I'm in", he said. "What about you, Mike ?"
I didn't want the beer nut. I hate those things, but I went along with it, hoping to see some more interesting nuts. And so, the game began.
It turned out Tommy Haas was absolutely terrible at poker. He had stripped down to his underwear, while Enqvist, Pat and I had only lost our shoes and socks. Seeing Tommy Haas in his striped boxer shorts caused a stir in my pants. I had never really noticed him before, but now he was sitting in front of me with very little clothes on, it was hard not to. Although he had a very boyish look, his body was extremely well developed. Underneath that smooth, young face was an athlete's body. His broad shoulders particularly caught my attention. They were broader than Pat's and it made him a very attractive young man. His chest was hard and hairless, expect for a trail of hair under his belly button. His shorts seemed well filled and the thought I would see his cock within minutes made my own cock spring into action. And I could see I wasn't the only one. Pat had difficulty keeping his eyes of that young body too, and I could tell his dick had grown considerably as well. Being a bit of a legs-fan, I found Tommy to be a real treat. His long, powerful and furry legs made the picture complete. Tommy Haas was definitely gorgeous.
But then, disappointingly, Tommy started to play better, testing my patience to the limit. This time Pat was loosing clothes rapidly. After a few games, he was as naked as Tommy Haas, i.e. completely except for his underwear, blue Calvin Klein's in Pat's case. But the next hand sealed Tommy's fate. Finally, the shorts had to come off. He didn't hesitate for one moment and revealed his beautiful, large cock to everyone. He may have been the youngest of the players I had seen naked, but he definitely had the largest cock, the first cut cock I had seen on a tennis player. Pat noticed the boy's penis too and had difficulty concealing his hard-on. I was more comfortable since I was still wearing some clothes. But as the game progressed and I started loosing, I found myself in trouble too. Before I knew it, I was in the same position as Pat, only wearing my underwear and struggling to hide my boner. And luck was very unkind to me, because I lost the next had as well and had to reveal all to my fellow players. I did hesitate, and Tommy said:
"Come on, I had to do it. It's your turn now."
I had no choice and removed my last piece of clothing. Completely embarrassed I stood naked in front of three other men with a cock pointing straight at one of them, who was the reason for this situation.
"Well, you're obviously enjoying yourself", Tommy Haas said.
Pat and Thomas Enqvist didn't say anything. I knew Pat was in the same situation, and as Enqvist started to loose now, it became obvious that he had similar problems. And Tommy stopped teasing me rapidly, as his own dick was starting to stiffen. We were all hard, but no one was enjoying himself. Pat was the luckiest. He won (I should have known). Enqvist was the third player to take off everything. He too was sporting a boner, but since everyone did, he didn't seem too embarrassed about it. But I hardly noticed Enqvist. As soon as I saw Tommy's big dick growing I couldn't take my eyes off it. I just had to have a taste.
A painful silence filled the room. We were all thinking the same thing. Our hard cocks made it obvious what we all wanted, but no one cared to initiate the action. I couldn't handle the situation anymore and excused myself. I told them my blather was about to explode and that I really needed to go to the bathroom urgently. And so I did. I was finally away from that awkward situation and had even managed to take my boxer shorts with me. I would wait a few minutes for my cock to get limp again, put on my underwear and go back in there, where I would find the others fully clothed and arguing again about some silly thing. But that didn't happen. The bathroom door went open and Tommy came in, still naked and hard:
"You're not hiding in here, are you ?"
"Of course not", I said and I wanted to start the I-need-a-piss-excuse, but didn't get the chance as Tommy continued:
"I know it's all a bit weird and everything, but this could turn out to be fun. It was a bit crowded in there, but here, with just the two of us,...."
"I'm not interested", I said. Never had I told a bigger lie, but I was devoted to Pat and thus put on my underwear and went back in, still with a major hard-on. What I saw, made me freeze. Enqvist was on his back on the floor and Pat was sucking the Swede's cock. This complete lack of discipline from Pat made me angry, but the anger left when I felt two big hands grabbing me from behind and pulling me back into the bathroom. As far as I saw it, there was no need to hold back anymore. I turned around to face Tommy and planted a kiss on his lips. He immediately responded and our tongues became locked together, his hands on my ass and mine holding his amazing broad shoulders.
As we were gently sucking on each other's tongue, I felt Tommy's hands reaching under the waistband of my boxer shorts and slowly pulling them down. With my own hands I started to explore this hard, young body. I absolutely worshipped tennis bodies by now and made it my job to get to know every square inch of it. First with my hands, and later with my lips. Both naked again, locked in a tender, passionate kiss, our crotches pressed against each other, we smoothly lay down on the bathroom floor, Tommy on top. Crushed under the weight of the muscular German boy, I started to moan quietly. Passion rose when Tommy finally broke off our kiss and started to pay attention to the rest of my body. His lips were all over me. If I didn't know any better, I would think that at least three guys were kissing and licking me at the same time. My young, impatient friend didn't take too long to reach my cock. He really was eager. No kissing the cock, no sucking on my balls, no stroking the shaft. He immediately tried to take as much of my cock in as he could and then started to suck my cock very hard. His tongue swirled around my cockhead and his lips held my cock in a tight grip. Screams of passion left my mouth. I didn't care if they heard me in the next room. In fact, I wanted to let Pat know how much I was enjoying this.
Tommy was obviously an experienced cocksucker. He knew exactly which areas of my cock were most sensitive and how to make me cum as soon as possible. Too bad the boy didn't have much patience. I could have enjoyed this for hours, but instead the blow-job was over in about two minutes. I shot loads after loads of my juice into his warm mouth. He insisted on swallowing it all and I didn't make any objections about that.
Within seconds after I came, I found Tommy's hard cock in front of my face. Tommy had moved his position and was now laying next to me on the floor, his crotch right at my face. It was obvious the boy didn't want to waste any time. He was not interested in the full treatment, he just wanted his huge cock sucked. That's all. But I still wanted a bit more so I started to play with his big, furry balls. I gently nibbled on his ball sack and then took one of his balls in my mouth, covering it in my saliva. The German seemed to enjoy it, but I decided not to tease him too much and to go straight to the main course of the evening. Quite frankly, it wasn't just because he wanted it. I had been aching to get my lips on that big cock since the first time I saw it. And I was so happy that Tommy finally released all my sexual tension, that was building up inside me since I had sucked Richard Krajicek's cock an hour earlier.
Since most people like their cock sucked the way they suck cock, I didn't waste my time slowly bringing him to an orgasm. Since this was undoubtedly the biggest cock I had ever sucked, there was some adjusting to do. Taking it all in was just out of the question, but I figured I could do enough with just the cockhead in my mouth. Flicking my tongue across the tip of his cockhead, while sucking hard on his dick, seemed to do the trick. Within a space of five minutes we both shot loads of cum in the other one's mouth.
But I wasn't satisfied. I was incredibly horny and wanted to fuck his ass. I even wanted his cock in my own ass, though I realized it would cause me a lot of pain. But unfortunately Tommy denied me that pleasure.
"Let's save something for next time", he said and just lay there next to me.
Part Three: Three of a Kind
After a while like this Tommy and I went back in the room where we left Pat and Thomas Enqvist obviously enjoying themselves. But there too, the fun was over. Enqvist was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, putting on his socks and getting ready to leave, while Pat apparently passed out and was in a deep sleep. Enqvist looked up as Tommy and I entered the room and grinned at us, knowing full well what had happened between us.
"Well, I really must be going know", Tommy said while gathering his clothes. "Great party. We should do it again some time."
"Sure", I replied. "Next time I'll bring a scrabble-board."
After he was dressed, Tommy smiled one last time at me and then left the room.
"Well, I'm off too", said Enqvist. "You haven't seen my undies somewhere, have you ? I seem to have misplaced them."
Enqvist stood up from the bed and started searching for the missing object. Finally, with Tommy Haas out of the picture, I could take a good look at the Swedish player. It suddenly struck me how attractive he was. As all the tennis stars, he had an athletic body: strong arms and legs, well-defined chest, completely smooth in Thomas' case. And he also had a very cute face. But one part of his body was particularly special.
At this point, I would like to share my views on my favorite tennis lovers. Pat is of course the overall winner. He's got the Best Smile (he's the only man who could push you over the edge just by smiling at you), Best Legs (they would be a deadly weapon in the wrong hands) and Best Cock (perfectly sized and shaped, a delight to have in your mouth or up your ass). Mark Philippoussis would win the Best Chest-award. It's smooth and muscular and impossible to take your hands off. Tim Henman has the Best Hands. One of my most effective ways to get an instant hard-on is thinking about Henman's fine, delicate hands all over my body as has been the case in the past. Carlos Moya has to win Best Back. After all, I've spent enough time massaging it. And Tommy Haas has no competition in the Best Shoulders-category. But this guy standing in front of me now, this gorgeous naked Swede called Thomas Enqvist would certainly receive the award for Best Ass. He could crush a walnut or even a small domestic animal (which would be terrible of course) with those firm cheeks. Never in my life had I seen a perfect, round, tight ass like that. At the one hand I wanted my cock up that ass within one microsecond, but on the other hand it was so perfect that it made you hesitate to touch it, afraid that it might look different afterwards. But since I've always been someone to overcome my fears, it wasn't that big a dilemma.
My cock had grown to its full length again as I watched Thomas bending over to search under the bed.
"Ah, there they are", he said.
By the time he stood up straight again I was near enough to get my hands on that ass and that's exactly what I did. I pulled his ass towards me and started stroking his cock, which was getting hard fast.
"I want to fuck you", I whispered in his ear, before I started to kiss his neck and sucking on his ear lobe.
Thomas didn't say anything but lay on the bed again, next to Pat, on his stomach. By spreading his legs, I got my answer. I got on the bed and sat on my knees between his legs. With my knees I pushed his legs further apart, allowing me optimal access to his butt. Pat's presence didn't hold me back at all. He was still asleep and it seemed unlikely he was going to disturb my 'ride'. I took the Swede by his shoulders and then pushed my cockhead against his ass hole. It was very tight as I expected. Enqvist obviously didn't have much experience being a bottom. I was definitely going where few men had gone before. Slowly I pushed my cock in, inch by inch, stopping occasionally to allow Enqvist's ass to adjust to the situation. Once completely in, I was in heaven for the second time that evening. After feeling Tommy Haas' lips around my cock, it was now Thomas Enqvist's ass giving me such pleasure.
With long strokes I fucked that perfect ass. Having Pat so near actually made it even more exciting. I was fucking the brains out of this gorgeous Swede and my darling Pat was just too drunk to realize it. Again the productivity of my balls astounded me. They had managed to produce yet another huge amount of cum. This time not destined for a German mouth, but for a Swedish ass. It's nice to move in such international circles at the ATP-Tour, although there's not that much difference in having sex with Australians, Englishmen, Spaniards, Dutchmen, Germans and Swedes as you might expect. Anyway, I filled Enqvist's ass with my cum and then pulled my cock out and turned him around, on his back.
Covering his body with kisses was my way of thanking him for allowing me into that great ass. And that was just the start of course. His hard cock had deserved a lot of attention and how could I better thank him then by sitting on it. After I had sucked his nipples, kissed his inner thighs and licked the shaft of his penis to lubricate it, I positioned my ass hole above of his cock and slowly sat down on it. His cock slid in quite easily, since my ass had been visited by a large number of men before, including some of his colleagues. Thomas didn't have to do too much, it was all up to me to go up and down on him, faster and faster. Thomas tried not to scream out in pleasure, but he couldn't hold it any longer. He cried out and at last my sleeping beauty woke up.
As I saw his eyes opening, I felt worried about what he was going to think. The first thing that he would see, was his boyfriend being fucked by another man. I can imagine some people wouldn't like that. But I tried not to let it get to me. After all, he had just given the Swede a blow-job before he fell asleep. He wasn't exactly a victim here. And Thomas deserved my full attention after that great fuck. So, I continued moving my ass up and down on his cock. I could feel Thomas tightening up, getting ready to shoot his load. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling to the fullest, but instead of a stream of warm juice in my ass, I felt a pair of hot lips on my cock. For the second time that evening, someone was sucking my cock. I opened my eyes, only to find it was Pat. He was giving me one of his excellent blow-jobs. Tommy had almost made me forget what a skilled cocksucker Patrick Rafter is. But now, Pat was proving once again that he was the champion.
Not only did Pat suck my dick, he also allowed Thomas to suck on his own dick. Thomas' head was now between Pat's strong legs and with some acrobacy he managed to take Pat's cock in. Everyone was now giving and receiving.
Thomas Enqvist was the first one to blow. He had been at it the longest and finally shot his load of cum up my ass. While his cock was getting limp in my ass, he continued sucking Pat's cock, until Pat exploded as well. It didn't take him long to reach his orgasm, since he had passed out before Thomas could return the favor after having his cock sucked. Pat was the only one who hadn't cum yet. As this was my third load, it took me a while longer. But Pat's brilliant technique made me shoot an acceptable amount of cum once again.
As soon as I was done, we all collapsed on top of each other. I was completely worn out and just lay there on the bed. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my chest, as Pat was laying himself beside me. He smiled and kissed me. And while Pat and I were enjoying a tender embrace, Thomas got up and started to put his clothes back on.
"You don't have to go", Pat said to him.
"I know", Thomas responded, "but it's past my bedtime anyway."
When Thomas was fully dressed he turned back to us and said:
"I really enjoyed myself tonight. Thanks a lot."
"You don't have to thank us. We should thank you for adding some extra spice to our love life". And with those words Pat turned his attention back on me and Thomas left the room.
Pat and I were getting sleepy from all the action and within minutes we fell asleep in each other's arms. Just after I had whispered to him:
"You really are the best, Pat."
THE END
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