This story is fiction. I have no idea if Pete Sampras is gay, but one can always hope. Enjoy!
Pete and Stefan -- More Fun Times
It had only been a few hours since Pete had clinched another Wimbledon championship, with a convincing victory over fellow American Andre Agassi. Sampras was dead tired, physically and mentally, and he was enjoying some time to himself. He had gone straight to his hotel room and stripped off his clothes, collapsing on the bed. Having slept for a little more than an hour, Pete awoke, drenched in sweat, his cock throbbing, and his asshole itching. He raised his arms above his head, stretching them fully, then he was hit full-on with the heady smell from his hairy pits.
It had been more than a week since Pete had shot a load, a week of torment while he concentrated on his tennis game. He couldn't even remember the last time he had made such a sacrifice. He thought back to his first time with Stefan, how hot they both had been for each other, and how gentle Stefan had been with him, kissing him tenderly, sucking his virgin cock, then fucking his cherry ass. He also thought about his first group sex, with Stefan, Todd Woodbridge, Boris Becker, and Magnus Larrson. God -- had that been hot!
The memories were causing his nuts to ache. Pete reached down and groped himself, cupping his sweaty, hairy balls, then squeezing his hard prick. He milked a generous amount of precum from the large piss slit, and proceeded to spread the wetness over the entire 9 inches. While one hand stroked his dick, his free hand roamed over his hairy chest and stomach, pausing to pinch and pull on his large nipples. Moaning loudly, Pete raised an arm and tongued a raunchy pit, savoring the biting taste and tart aroma. Continuing to jerk off his aching cock, Pete spread his super hairy jock legs, fantasizing on how wide he would spread them if Stefan were here right now, how much he needed to be fucked right now, how much he wanted to make love to another guy right now.
Pete let go of his cock and watched as the huge shaft slapped against his hairy belly, precum continuing to seep onto his abs. Not wanting to waste another minute, he got up from the bed and went over to his gym bag. Opening it quickly, Pete reached in a found what he wanted -- a very large dildo. Standing in front of a mirror, Pete opened his mouth and started sucking on the huge fake cock, demonstrating once again why he was known as "cave mouth" among the other gay tennis pros. He took more and more of the thick, veiny dildo into his talented mouth, until almost the entire 12 inches were buried in his throat. Then he started fucking his mouth with the massive appendage.
Anyone standing outside the hotel room door would have thought someone was in agony. The moans and groans coming from Pete were loud and piercing. As he forced the long fake prick in and out of his slobbering mouth, Pete took still another dildo from his gym bag. Pulling the first from his mouth, he put the second one in and quickly deepthroated it, right down to the fake balls. He wasn't done with the first one, however. Without any hesitation, Pete returned to the bed, lay on his back, spread his gorgeous legs, then pressed the head of the monster dildo against his aching asshole, pressing it in until half of it was buried in his hungry butt.
All at once Pete shoved the rest of the 12-inch fake cock up his ass. At the same time, he almost swallowed the other dildo, now deep in his throat. The sensations were overpowering for the hot young jock. As he fucked his ass and his mouth, he thought of the last time he had been with Stefan, just a few weeks before. The two studs had spent the weekend together and had spotted fellow tennis pro Gustavo Kuertin at a restaurant. Stefan invited the Brazilian jock to join them for the night, and he readily agreed.
The evening had been some of the hottest sex Pete had ever participated in. By the next morning, they had sucked, fucked and jerked off each other countless times. But the sex Pete remembered the most fondly was the three-way with him in the middle, swallowing Kuertin's enormous hardon and taking Stefan's uncut sausage up his well-used ass. Both jocks had pulled out just before they were to cum and sprayed their loads all over his face, hair, and chest. In turn, he rewarded the two hunks with about a pint of his own jock jism, sending more than a dozen money shots over their hot jock bodies. The three boys had collapsed on each other, their sticky loads squishing together as they traded hot jock saliva and milked each other's still hard cocks.
Remembering this hot sex brought Pete to his own climax. He pulled the thick dildo out of his mouth, grabbed the monster fucking his ass with both hands, and shoved it up his hungry hole as far as he could, again and again, banging his prostate each time. From deep within him, his orgasm started. And from deep within him a shout began, starting from some deep cavity then getting louder and louder. He pounded the dildo faster and faster, mashing his prostate with each thrust. He spread his legs as far as he could, sweat poured off his hairy jock body, then took one hand a brought it to his swollen cock. It took no more than a dozen strokes to bring himself off. With a loud "Ohhhhhh FUUUUUCKKK" that could be heard two buildings away, Pete buried the dildo deep in his ass, and his balls erupted, sending geyser shot after geyser shot of cum into the air. He continued to shoot his massive load, spraying himself from head to toe, as well as the bed, the headboard, and even some of wall behind the headboard. His face, hair, chest, stomach, crotch, legs and feet were coated with the massive jock explosion.
Pete continued to milk his cock until the last of his cum had dribbled out, then he started scooping is up in his hand and greedily eating it. Savoring the salty flavor, mixed with the smell of sex and heavy sweat in the room, Pete grunted loudly as he started shooting again. Although there wasn't a lot of cum this time, the orgasm was no less satisfying to the hairy jock. After wiping much of the load from his still horny body, Pete lay back on the bed and fell asleep, the huge dildo still buried deep in his ass.
He never heard the door to his room open. He never heard the guys talking as they stood around his bed. He didn't wake up until he felt someone else's lips against his own. He opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by some of the most gorgeous young men he had ever seen. He tried to remember where he had last seen them, but he could not. Finally, one of the cuties said "You don't remember us, do you, Pete?" Sampras admitted he did not, then the young stud told him, "We're the ball boys who worked your games at Wimbledon. We told the hotel manager we wanted to prepare a surprise for you, and he gave us a key to the room. We thought you would be out, but when we came in and found you asleep, we decided to wake you up."
It was then that Pete realized all of the boys were naked, each one sporting a throbbing erection. Their uncut cocks were oozing precum, and their hands were working overtime on each other's hard, young bodies. Each one had fantasized hundreds of times about having sex with Pete Sampras, but none had ever expected it to happen. Now here they were, naked with their idol, admiring his sweat-soaked, hairy, jock body and his impressive, thick cock. Before long, they were each making love to Pete, kissing, licking, tonguing, stroking, fingering, and rubbing his hard body as he lay on his back, spread his legs, and enjoyed the attention he was receiving from these 9 gorgeous young men.
Pete reached out to return the favor for the two closest to his reach, but his efforts were rebuffed as he was told to simply lie back and savor the moment. And he did just that. Hands and tongues roved over his body. The 9 studs raunch rapped as they got off on Pete and each other. Pete watched in amazement as two of the young fuckers slid the dildo out of his ass -- with a very loud pop -- and proceeded to lick and suck Pete's ass juices from the massive fake cock. Then, without any preparation, one of the boys proceeded to insert it up his own tight, young hole. Pete gasped as the kid pushed nearly the entire thing up his butt, then started fucking himself with it, reaming himself with complete abandon.
The other boys wasted no time in getting down to business. Two of them went to work on Pete's hardon, covering it with their tongues and bathing it in their warm saliva. The older kid took the initiative and started working the thick shaft down his throat, but started gagging. He pulled off and, still choking, told his buddy and Pete that "Fuck, I've never even seen one this big, let along try to suck it!" Not to be outdone, the other teenager, stuffed Pete's cockhead in his mouth and started working his way down. After severl attempts, the young fucker had his nose buried in Sampras' thick black pubes, then pulled off the shaft to get some air.
Two other boys were getting off on Pete's hairy legs, neither one ever having been with a guy who was this hairy before. They licked and stroked the tanned, hairy jock flesh, loving the feel of Pete's muscular legs as they were worked over. Pete loved it, too. He had always been attracted to guys with hairy legs -- probably the reason he was so hot for Mark Philippoussis -- and he was always turned on when other guys worked on his legs. With two studs making love to his cock, two others making love to his hairy jock legs, and one boy helping another take Pete's monstrous dildo up his young butt, there were just four ballboys left. And they wasted no time in filling Pete's hands and mouth with their own aching pricks.
One boy straddled Pete's hairy chest and fed his 7" dick to the famous tennis player. Pete easily swallowed the kid's hardon, savoring the tangy flavor and smell of the teenager's sweat and piss. Two other ballboys grabbed Pete's hands and brought them to their cocks, and Pete started stroking the kid's aching pricks. There was one boy left, and he dove between Pete's legs to start licking and eating his magnificent crack and hole. Pete moaned as the boy's tongue worked its way inside his ass. The incredible sensations all over his body were becoming too much -- the cock in his mouth, the hardons in his fists, the mouths on his cock, the torment inside his ass, and the tongues on his hairy legs -- each one of them enough to bring him over the edge, but when combined, sent him into another crashing orgasm.
The two boys working on Pete's cock were the first recipients of his release. As his cock exploded, their faces were drenched in his massive load. Even their hair was dripping with Sampras' cum. As he shot his jism, his legs spread wide and his asshole clenched, almost pulling the tongue that was licking it right in. The muscles in his legs tightened, and the two kids getting off on the hair and tanned flesh shot their own loads all over themselves and Pete's legs. Then the two cocks in his hands let loose, and Pete could feel the warm jism as it sprayed his hands and arms. Finally, the young cock in his mouth jettisoned shot after shot of teenage cream down Pete's welcoming throat.
It was only after the boys fell away from Pete's body that he could see the remaining two ballboys reach their climaxes. The one with the dildo up his butt squealed and unleashed a torrent of teenage jock juice all over his buddy, who's own hardon let loose with a sizeable orgasm of his own, spraying his best friend with his warm load.
The boys covered themselves and Pete with kisses, licking up as much of the cum as they could, then rubbing the rest over Pete's sweaty, sexy body. The next time Pete woke up, the boys had left, the only evidence of their presence being several pairs of jockey shorts stained with cum and piss. Pete closed his eyes, a smile crossing his handsome face. His cock stirred to life once again as he thought how lucky he was, not only in tennis, but especially so with his sex life. Stefan had opened a new world to him years ago, but he would never forget his first lover. Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about the times they had shared, the other guys they had been with, and the love that still held them together. He stroked his cock as he thought about Stefan, the handsome blond standing naked in the sunlight, the rays highlighting his hairy legs and blond mane. He watched as Stefan jerked himself off, the whole time moaning Pete's name, his fist flying over his large, uncut cock, his hairy legs shaking as he got closer and closer, until suddenly his balls let loose and his cock shot rope after rope of thick, sweet Swedish cream...
Pete cried loudly as his cock erupted, his load hosing his own face and chest, coating his fist and forearm with his jism. Just before he fell asleep again, he whispered, "Oh fuck, Stefan, I love you. I love you so much--"