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