My admonition to youngsters still stands from the first part of this story. You'all under 18 should click off and find a friend to have a catch with. Bye Bye.
Bob, the Jock
There were a few clients the next two days. Nothing much: foot work, calves etc. mostly they were accompanied by a trainer, not that I was interested anyway. Today it was really dead here. About one in the afternoon, Uncle Jack same by. He told me that there was a very promising player, "The skill that makes the summer worthwhile, if you can find one person this good." He told me the problem is that there was no one even close to Bob's level except Jack, himself, and he did play a few times but he was too busy running everything else. "You're no where near his game but you're pretty good and you can give him some challenge."
I agreed, partly because I was bored and partly because I wanted to get some tennis...anything...to move around. Jack brought me to the practice cage where this jocky kid, about seventeen I'd say, was smashing balls coming out of the server machine. Jack introduced us. Let me describe him, He was cut and chiselled, about five ten, short blond hair, gray piercing eyes, a face like a GQ model. No fat, I think even his hair and scalp had muscles. He tucked his racket under his sweaty arm, came over, wiped his damp hand on his shorts and shook hands with me. He held my eyes as he did this. His hand was still a little moist and the mere handshake seemed intimate. Jack drifted away and we began volleying in an available court. He really was exceptional. While I gave him some good shots, I was really working hard; he seemed to do it all without effort. After about an hour of this hard playing we decided to call it quits. He came close again, responding to my, "Let's play again Bob." by saying, "Call me Bobby....Jeffy." I took this as a strong flirt in spite of his super manly jock appearance. I noticed he hobbled a bit as he left the court. "Maybe you need a little rubdown," I said, catering to his jockness..
"Yeah, that would be good. Tell you what, I'll shower and meet you at the massage shack in about a half hour."
I ran back, showered, put on just a pair of shorts, put a new sheet on the table and waited. Almost to the dot he came in, dressed similarly. Now I could see his cut pecs and tight stomach, he was almost as perfect as a statue. He gave me a broad smile. "How about we split a glass of punch together: half for each."
"You've been here before, with Otto, I guess. What is that stuff, it is sure portent?"
"I have no idea but go easy on it, you could lose your cherry to the wrong person,." he said and playfully grabbed by shoulders in a hug. Then he walked over to the table and lay down, face up. "I'm ready Jeffy. Make me feel good."
No question I was getting turned on. My penis began to thicken and I found myself having to clear my throat before I could speak. I began a sensuous stroking of he chest, brazenly passing back and forth across his nipples. "Blow me," he ordered in husky voice, his hand patting his cock.
"Uh Uh Bobby. No blow jobs, no fucking. Hands are OK."
"I want a blow job. You can satisfy your manliness by locking the door and climbing up on this table and we will both become cock suckers."
That drink, even half of it, was beginning to work on me. I locked the door, like a zombie. I returned to the table. He had made room for me. I lay down, face to feet. Our cocks were at mouth level. He blew gently on mine. "Hey, that's not what a blow job is," I said kidding him. But he didn't answer, merely took my cock in one hand and slipped his mouth over the tip. I copied him. We were both breathing like bellows. He was so hot to look at and he had killer technique. I knew I could learn and I knew that guys tend to perform on others what they like themselves. I did his trick of licking the head like a candy cane+. We were both uncut. I coaxed his foreskin back, licking inside. Pretty soon we both wanted to stop playing and to get to that cum which was stirring our balls. I felt my thighs beginning to feel stiff and buzzy, he also was expressing his impending orgasm. He began to shake and move around. I kept my action, up and down, deep and shallow. He was trying to do the same but he was one of those who gets nuts were they come. He couldn't coordinate his sucking, he kept losing my cock and shaking and moaning (I loved the effect I was having on him.) I decided to delay my cum and give him a good ride. Suddenly he went totally rigid and let out an unintelligent sound and began to pulse wonderful tasting cum down my gullet. He heaved and signed and shook and panted. Finally he stopped but apparently his ardor never left him from his cum. "Fuck me Jeff. Do it now. Do it hard." He lifted his legs and I moved in. His eyes were closed tightly, he was dolling from the corner of his mouth, his tongue lolled out. I found him a bit tight but once my cock head got in, the rest was easy. I was soaking from pre-cum and his saliva. As I settled against his butt hole, he began to croon some jungle chant. He was out of control and in a total sexual place but not in the room. I realized he was saying, "Fuck me," over an over. I leaned forward and kissed him for the first time. He couldn't kiss back, his lips were loose and uncoordinated. I loved that. Then I began fucking in earnest. Pretty soon I forgot about Bobby as I selfishly went for my own cum. As I got closer, I could hardly move, as if my legs were made of lead. Then it came on me, almost before I realized it. I cock went so hard it went out of position and I had to move up on Bobby. Then I began to ungulate and I mewed and cried as finally relief came. I shot into his waiting ass and as I did, I felt him tighten and he shot off between us.
We stayed together at least ten minutes. Neither of us could move. At last Bobby was the first to get back to Earth. "Hey that was a fucking great massage. You have possibilities."
I cuffed him on the shoulder. "You're not too bad yourself. If only you weren't so passive....and ugly too."
We parted because we were both beat. It was getting dark and I just wanted to sleep.
Kim, the Korean
After that workout with Bobby, I was glad to have a few slow days. But on the third day, a polite tap on the door. "Come in, it's open I sang out." In walked a very attractive guy, maybe my age, Asian, with honey colored skin, fabulous squarish face, shiny black bangs...cute, cute, cute. He was about six feet tall, He was wearing only shorts. He had strong legs, lightly haired. This made me feel he wasn't Chinese. I found out later that he was Korean.
"I'm kind of stiff all over", he said and laughed at the implication. Do you have time to work me over? He laughed again, exposing gorgeous even white teeth.
He wouldn't go for the bath routine. Claimed he was germicidal clean from his recent very hot scrubbing bath. But he seemed interested in the punch. He sniffed it and made some remark about the herb in it. "Pretty potent," he said. I wouldn't drink a glass full myself, but let's share it. Then we'll both be relaxed but not zonked."
We shared. He slipped off his shorts. Nice cock, thick, about three or four inches soft, balls a beautiful reddish pink color surrounded by a mass of black hair which stood out horizontally. He lay down on his stomach. I began my best skilled massage. He stopped me. He sat up. "Did you study long? You have nice hands but you are not getting down into the sore muscles. I have studied a few years. May I demonstrate?
"Sure," I said bored and a little hurt.
"Lay on your back ." he said in a soft but rather commanding voice. I began to feel like I was ten years old again, but I sort of liked it. Then he began the massage. He started at my shoulders, working his way across my chest. It was almost magical. I was totally powerless as he got each tiny muscle to relax.. "You are quite a lovely boy. May I fuck you?"
I started to get up and argue but he continued to massage, finally reaching my buttocks. I began to feel very horny in that region.
My ass hole began to clench and unclench. I looked up to him helplessly. "I, I, don't know what's happening."
He smiled charmingly, "I know, you are feeling like you want something in you. Be patient, I"m going to help you out, but only if you ask."
He continued kneading my upper legs, my abdomen and again returned to my ass checks and then began stroking my puckered hole.. "Fuck me, please," I begged. He smiled reassuringly. "Yes Jeff. I will because you are my friend and you have asked me."
He turned me so I was on my knees and my upper body supported on my elbows. I was panting like a dog in anticipation. Remember I had never been fucked before and yet I wasn't afraid and I was eager. I trusted him. He rubbed some oil on my hole and on himself,. all the time talking soothingly. "Be patient, I'm going to give you your wish." He put the head of his rather fat cock on my entrance. "Push back and try to shit baby." I did what he said and the head slipped in. I stiffened in discomfort but it was not painful. He was a Zen master of fucking. He swayed slightly, expanding my passage, moving in so slowly that I felt nothing bad. I heard him sigh loudly. "I am completely in you Jeff. I am in control of your ass. I will give you great pleasure but you must surrender completely. You must remember, I am a cocky lad, not given to taking a subservient role yet I gave up all my free will, gladly to this master of technique. And so the voyage began, in and out, but slowly. I realized I was moaning and weeping. He reached around and dried my eyes.
"I know, I know" he said reassuringly, "It was the same for me when I had a good person who cared, behind me." Then he began to move more quickly, paying more attention to his own need, moaning along with me.
"I'm going to come," I said with amazement. I hadn't and he hadn't touched me. I stiffened and cried out as my penis shot great gobs of white offering. "Now I can cum." he grunted and began a rapid motion, suddenly freezing and pulsing in my ass. I could actually feel the walls being pelted with hot gizm.]
"It's over. It's always too soon," he said sadly, "but we can reach for heaven again.....but only when you ask for it."
I slipped into sleep and didn't even hear him leave.
Uncle Jack is firm with me
A day or so later Uncle Jack paid me a visit. "I hear from the grapevine that you have been a busy massager and more." He looked hard at me with I hoped mock severity.
I said nothing. What could I say. I just looked down at the floor.
"You like this job and you do it well but I'm thinking I might have to take you off it and put you to rolling the courts again. It's nearly a hundred degrees out so you can really enjoy yourself."
"I'm really sorry. I hope I didn't cause any trouble. Things just happened."
"Yeah I know. But I wonder if you are as good as I heard you were."
"Do you want a massage?" I asked.
"No, if you want me to forget about your transgressions," he said in a schoolmaster way, "You'll have to prove yourself."
"what?."
He stood up. Get on your knees and come to Uncle Jack. I did it. I was face level to his crotch. "Open my belt and get me naked from my waist to my ankles."
This was going to be easy. I always had a thing for my Unkie. His legs were beautiful, glinting with blond hair, his cock lay slightly full against his low hanging balls. There was a beautiful odor of manliness coming from him. I leaned forward. His cock began to rise to meet me. I heard Jack take a sharp intake of breath. I put my tongue on him and licked gently. He got harder and it rose higher. Finally I slipped my mouth over the head, then wet my way down until he pubic hair was against my nose. I determined that this was going to be the best blow job he had ever had. I suckioned and vibrated my tongue, I flicked the head, I moved the foreskin with my lips, finally swallowing it all, down my throat and letting my throat muscles add a new sensation. I glanced up, his eyes were closed. He was heavily flushed and breathing in rasps. I began stroking his ball sack, tickling the back, pulling the loose skin gently. I felt him get harder. He reached for my shoulders to hold himself up and I supported him by wrapping my arms around his thighs. Then with a mighty roar he began spewing come down my throat,. Finally his spasms ended and he sank into a chair.
"Your lips and mouth are a dangerous weapon and should be registered." We both laughed and we hugged as we had all my life.
This the final part of the story. I hope you go to sleep tonight dreaming that Bob, Jack, Marshall and Spike are all working on your naked body. Cheers......
Jay Roberts