Disclaimer: This is a fabricated story about Andy Roddick, pro tennis player and is narrated through the eyes of a fan. The story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. The events depicted did not occur and are pure fantasy. In addition, you must be 18 years of age or older to read this and any Nifty story. If you are not allowed to read this fictional writing where you are from or don't like reading stories about sex between men, please stop here and move on.
This is the forth installment of a series. The chapters are to be read in order.
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Getting raunchy with Andy Roddick - 4
Andy Roddick sat across from me, exposing his shit covered tongue and teeth. I wanted to take his picture, make copies, and have him sign them as autographed souvenirs commemorating our man-to-man fuck and raunch sessions to be given to out to his fans. The idea of corrupting the rising tennis pro on his recent comeback to the top of his game was so perverted. However, with very little help on my part, Andy had proven himself to be a kinky, willing bottom with no limits all on his own. It was time to show him what little limits I had as well.
I pulled him close to my face, by the back of his neck, and shoved my tongue forcefully down into his shitty, dirty mouth. I tasted the chunks of what little remained of my potent turd. The fucker had devoured the meal I provided him like a snickers bar and left me little to feed back on. After a brief moment, I recognized the taste of the shit in my mouth as stadium hot dogs, mustard and sauerkraut. Exactly what I had eaten earlier, by now the previous day. Not bad I thought, however the "meal" had a distinctive shitty taste as expected. It reminded me of the aftertaste one gets from a diet drink, only much worse. With my mouth over Andy's, he belched into mine, both of my cheeks puff out in response as the gas passed between us. I would have liked to light a match to see if that age-old explosion experiment were true as I blew gas from my lips into Andy's nose and eyes.
Andy had finished the midnight shit snack I had made for him, but now I was hungry for one of my own. However, I had already eaten him out previously. The breakfast from his ass tasted like shit flavored power bars and bananas and his lunch tasted like shitty chunks of tuna, lettuce and tomato. At the very least, Andy's asshole provided me with a well-rounded, "healthy" meal.
Roddick quickly got the idea as to the position I wanted him in, as I pulled his legs up over his head. He worked his way down his back, put his knees behind his head, then brought his hairy ass up for me, exposing his cum-filled, leaking hole. His cock was pointed at his rugged face as it dripped every now and then onto his waiting lips. He watched me as I worked his hole a second time; however, no longer from a distant mirror, but up close and personal.
Andy began to whimper and beg as he watched me devour his exposed hole. He strained his neck and held back his legs to get a better view. His fingers griped the back of his hairy thighs to ensure they would not be in the way. In this curled-up position, Andy was the most gorgeous lean, athletic jock I had ever seen. As if his compact body wasn't enough, he was egging me on.
"Please, dude, show me how much you love my dirty, hairy hole", came his words. "I can't believe a good-looking, straight-acting stud like you could be so into this", he added. So that confirmed our feelings were likewise, mutual.
The ass juices started to flow back out at me as Andy relaxed and I buried my rough, unshaven face between his cheeks. Using my facial stubble, I purposely scratched the length of his open crack like sandpaper, much to his delight. He used the length of my entire face from forehead to chin as rough, cheap toilet paper. I wore the mark of Andy's dirty ass up and down my face. The more piggy we got, the more I noticed that drops of his pre-cum fell more frequently onto his lips and mouth like that of a leaky garden hose. I swore I could have pushed his erect cock beyond his lips for him to indulge in self-sucking pleasure. I'd like to see if Andy was flexible enough to accomplish this. I bet he could suck himself off, based on his current, contorted position and abilities as a well-trained tennis pro.
The additional affect my unshaven face had over Andy was that he freely gave up more of his ass juices. I soon found out that the cum from my first-round deposit, was no longer white as mayonnaise. Like any good cum-whore, Andy managed to keep most of my jiz inside him. As it baked deep in his bowels, it had turned to a gravy-brown color. I placed my lips over his puckered, lightly hairy hole and sucked at his rectum like it was an oversized straw. I amused myself with the thought that I could have also had some mashed potatoes to go with the homemade shit-cum gravy I was receiving as I sucked and swallowed all of it down. Yes, I was that hungry. Andy was one healthy athlete; everything coming out of his ass could have passed as certified organic. However, after siphoning his hole for several more minutes, I could tell the well was just about dry.
Without so much of a warning, he farted directly into my mouth. Chunks of shit entered and I got a taste of more bananas and protein shit bars as a result. However, there was something else he farted out, that I nearly choked on. It was solid and non-chewable. I spit out this inedible object and took a look.
"Jesus, it's my wedding ring!", I blurted.
He had managed to corkscrew it off my ring finger while my fingers had been shoved up his ass several minutes ago. Damn, what a talented fucker Roddick was revealing himself to be in many different ways. At the sight of my wedding ring, Andy's face turned bright red in embarrassment. I then made him clean off the gold band with his saliva, handing it back to me spit-shine clean, quite literally. I placed the ring back on my left-hand finger were it belonged. The last thing I wanted was my wife to know I had sex with other men and I'm sure Andy felt the same way about his double-life too.
His ass had given me all the chunks and cum-slime that it could, yet I was still hungry. With Roddick still holding his hairy legs back and ankles in the air, I reached over and pulled his left-socked foot towards me. Andy looked on as I sucked his soiled sock that had once been bright white. The sole of his tennis sock had turned dark grey, damp with piss and cum and the accumulated dirt off the locker room floor. It gave me an instant boner. Andy moaned below me.
"What are you doing, man?", he groaned. More drops of his cum fell from his dick just inches into his waiting mouth.
He knew damn well what I was doing; I was sucking his foot for the pure enjoyment of it. He had worn these socks during the entire tennis match and once I got beyond the piss and cum, I could smell and taste the real Andy again. It was the appealing scent of a week's worth of foot stink. A built-up of foot smells from both on and off the court. My nostrils flared and Andy's eyes looked back at me in wonderment. I was lost in thought. I imagined him running back and forth across the court returning tennis balls as the sweat accumulated inside his shoes and deposited on these very socks. He curled his socked toes around my nose as I sunk deeper into a trance. The look on my face told him I was practically in love. He moved the other so I could have both feet in my face. All the while, his cock pointed down toward his lips. I pressed on his raised ass gently with my chest and it was at this point his cock entered his open mouth. He began self-sucking his erect dick with ease as I rocked him back and forth. Cock in and cock out. Meanwhile, I worked on his feet. God, damn, this man was hot.
Both of us had lost track of time. Nor did we care what hour in the early morning it had gotten to. I knew that the locker room was safe and secure. We had the place to ourselves. But little known to either of us, a boy--a tennis court staff member whose job it was to fetch misguided balls and toss towels to the players during a match so that they could remain dry--had been silently watching us.
My teeth sunk into Andy's socked feet. I pulled and yanked at his rank socks in an attempt to rip a hole in them. I wanted his bare feet in my mouth and I wanted him completely naked. The threadbare cloth finally gave way and I had access to his toes for the first time. Fuck, did his feet smell! I pulled what remained of the torn socks off his feet, one by one with my teeth and let them fall away. Roddick and I were, at last, not wearing a thing. My tongue found its way between his toes and I began cleaning and eating his toe jam. I love how he smelled and savored the rankness of his toe jam in my mouth, forming little stinky balls.
I watched Andy suck his cock as it slide back and forth beyond his round lips. In and out, in and out, this went on for several cycles and for several minutes. It was a nice fat piece of meat that he was utterly enjoying. I was getting jealous.
I moved my face away from his feet and onto his large, hairy ball sack. I sniff at his hairy balls that tickled my nose while my wet tongue flicked at his hard, aching shaft now and again. His thick cock swelled and pulsated in response to my relentless licking. Andy obviously loved his balls and shaft worked over. Just as he was about to dump his load down his throat from all the self-sucking pleasure, I gathered a huge load of foot-stink infused saliva inside my mouth. I spat on Andy's shaft and bits of rolled-up toe jam entered his mouth along his sliding cock. This proved all too much for self-sucking Roddick. He looked at me with panic-stricken eyes and unloaded ropes of cum into his far too eager mouth. The excess of which spilled over his full lips and down the stubble of this man's cheeks. Goddamn, he was fucking hot in this moment. I loved seeing his mouth stuff with his cock and overflowing with his own cum. Yet another great snapshot, I thought, for his Facebook fan page.
Although very faint, my ears picked up a sound somewhere off in the distance. It sounded like a suppress cough or sneeze trying desperately to be concealed. Someone else was here. And quite possibly had been watching us.
To be continued...
I hope are enjoying this story as much fun as I'm having writing it. It is a bit twisted and raunchy, even for me. I'd love to hear from you to know how this is going: nickpinetti@gmail.com