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Being 18 years old and having to be out on the tennis courts five days a week every week since the age of 7, I was beginning to realize just how bored I was getting with the sport.
Sure, my plans to go professional were still in tact -- I'd been working myself to death with the hope that one day I'll be the best player in the world.
But at that moment, I was just tired.
My practice sessions ranged in various ways: be it who I hit with, who I trained with, what I did in practice, how much I ran, how long I was out on the courts or on the track, etc. One thing always remained the same: it was exhausting.
But despite the lack of consistency, there was one young man who I began to train with on a regular basis. His name was Jon Calfas. He was my age, a good tennis player (no ambition of going pro), and an extremely good lookin' guy. He was a little shorter than I was, about 5'10, and he had the reputation at school of being the most athletically gifted person ever born.
Jon had that perfect golden tan to adorn his perfectly toned arms, chiseled chest and abs, and ripped legs/thighs year round. It was something I was truly jealous of, his body. Despite my working out, I never achieved the attractiveness of his body; his ass, mainly.
Although I was completely in the closet about my sexuality, I had no doubt in my mind that I was gay. I would stare at Jon (be it in class or on the courts) and try to get any glimpse whatsoever at his perfect round, Andy Roddick-like, bootylicious ass. I nearly came just about any time he bent over or I got a full glimpse of it when he changed in the locker room.
My luck would improve dramatically soon after.
Two weeks into summer vacation, Jon called me around 11am on a Tuesday and asked if I wanted to go hit at the local park.
"Sure," I said. "I'll meet you up there at 11:30 or so."
"Okay, that's fine. Later," he said.
Jon was known for being a masculine guy. There was never any indication in my mind that he might be the slightest bit gay. But I soon learned that it doesn't take a gay man to participate in gay activity.
After arriving, we both lost our shirts and started hitting. The sun was deathly hot, with the humidity ridiculously high. We were sweating like pigs before we decided to take a break and sit down on the bench.
"I think it's a sign that we shouldn't be out here considering this entire huge park is compleely deserted," Jon said.
"Yea no k**ding," I laughed.
I took this moment to admire his body once more. I loved when Jon would take his shirt off to play. Not only were his perfect abs and chest revealed, but it made his ass much more noticable, too. But this time, my staring didn't go unnoticed.
"What?" he said, simply, staring right at me, almost looking appalled.
I was embarrassed.
"Oh... uh... nothing. I thought there was a nat or something crawling on you. It looked weird. See it? ... oh, oh, never mind, it uh... must of flown away." My cheeks flushed in utter humiliation.
Jon looked away, convinced. At this point, there was no indication that he was remotely interested in anything I had to say. I began to think that any fantasy I had about this k** was a complete waste of time. He was obviously straight.
But I still jumped for it.
"Jon, how often do you work out?"
"I dunno, usually every day. Why?"
"I guess I'm just curious. Your abs are perfect compared to mine," I said.
Jon then glanced down at his own abs, then looked at mine. The first time he assessed me. Still no emotion on his face.
"I don't know. Yours are definitely toned. I think your trunk is stronger than you think it is; maybe because your abs are toned by tennis and mine are by situps and whatnot, you know?" Jon declared.
"What about your legs? And sorry if I sound gay, but your ass is more toned than mine, too."
Jon laughed, the first laugh I had seen from him for a while.
"I don't know, dude. Lots of running." He then smirked and laughed a little more. "You checking out my ass, Mike?"
It was at this point in time where I wasn't sure whether to admit it and see what his reaction was, or to laugh and make a sarcastic joke to play it off. I decided to jump again.
"Well," I started. "It's certainly something to look at. Gay or not." I thought I had stated it just perfectly.
Jon looked away again. I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed, intrigued, or disgusted.
Then, out of nowhere, he looked back at me.
"The place is completely empty, you know," Jon said, and raised an eyebrow. Possibly the single most sexiest thing I had ever seen him do, and it was directed towards me, a guy, a friend.
At this point, I leaped into my gay sexuality.
I smirked and then reached my hand out and touched his tan, hairless thigh. It was then that I noticed a bulge beginning to form in his tennis shorts. "THANK GOD!" I thought. I smiled and started rubbing his thigh, then rubbed the inner thigh teasingly.
Jon backed my hand away and smirked.
"It may be abandoned, but I'm not gonna get caught doing this out in the middle of the courts if someone drives up."
I looked disappointed, but then got an idea.
"Bathrooms?" I asked, smirking a mischiveous smile.
Jon looked over at the restroom facility, which consisted of a small concrete building with one men's restroom and one women's restroom. We both knew the door could be locked from the inside, too. Jon smiled and we decided to run, not walk, to the restrooms in excitement.
Once there, I immediately locked the door and pushed Jon against the wall, running my hands through his hair as I approached his tender lips with mine. We kissed tenderly, dangerously. Our bodies were still moist from the tennis session as we embraced each other while he massaged my tongue with his. My cock was throbbing inside my shorts as it felt his bulging underneath his shorts as well.
I then sat Jon down on the restroom bench and began to kiss down his muscular chest and abs. I then began to slip off his shorts and boxer briefs, revealing a good eight inches of thick cock. I was relieved that his perfect, sexy number matched the rest of his amazing body. I instantly gave him a hand job, rubbing it up and down.
"Ohhh man," he moaned, leaning his head back against the cement wall in pleasure. "That's fucking awsome."
I then took the tip of his cock in my mouth, licking the tip and all around it as he jerked with the pleasure.
"Fuck, dude," Jon said. "I'm already about to cum."
I decided I didn't want this adventure to be over any time soon, so I held off a bit before I took his entire cock down my throat. Who knew sucking cock could be this great? I had never done anything with a guy before, and this is the way I start! Jon continued to moan and pushed my head down on his cock with his hands as I sucked up and down his long shaft. "This is too fucking perfect," I thought.
It then dawned on me that my dream had been to see his perfect ass naked. I got up from the floor where I was on my knees and stood up, my cock sticking straight out at him from underneath my shorts.
"You want me to suck you off, man?" he asked.
"Yea, but not yet. I kinda want to experiment a little more with your perfect ass I was talking about," I said.
Jon took no time at all to realize what I was asking of him. He then stood up and got on his hands and knees on the floor, facing me. "Can I see your cock first, man? It looks huge," he asked. "Hah. Sure," I said. He slid off my shorts (no underwear, not when I hit with Jon!) to reveal my thick 9 inch cock. "FUCK dude!" he said.
With this I turned him around so he was no longer facing me. I then saw it; the ass of my dreams. It wasn't tan like the rest of his body, but that made it all the more hot and sexy. It was white, hairless, and very fuckable. Truth is, however, I always pictured myself as a bottom. But not with an ass like Jon's. It'd be a pity to waste that just because I want a cock up my ass.
I bent down to join him in the hands-and-knees position. I grabbed a buttcheek with each and rammed my mouth directly in the center of the perfect round ass, my tongue diving into his tight, virgin hole.
"FUCK, Mike. Aw Fuck!" he exclaimed as my tongue erupted up in his ass, licking all of the sides of it.
I rimmed him for a good twenty minutes, inserting one finger, then more rimming, then two fingers, more rimmimg, and finally three fingers. He moaned incessantly, and by the time I had achieved three fingers up his virgin hole, he was laying flat on his stomach while I explored his ass.
Finally, I stopped and just stared at it. I realized now that this ass was ready to be fucked. But did I want to? No protection? Just bare? I knew I was a virgin and that it wouldn't affect him, but what about him? "Oh well," I thought. "I know he's a virgin in his area."
My pause had signaled him that I was about to fuck him. He turned his head and looked up at me. "You wanna fuck it, dude?" he asked. I nodded and he let out a gasp of air. I could tell he was nervous but loving it.
I then sat him back up on his hands and knees and I stood up behind him. I leaned down just enough, bending me knees, and held my thick cock head right in front of his ass.
"Oh, wait!" I exclaimed. "I think we forgot something."
"What? Shit, dude, I don't have any condoms.." Jon replied.
"Fuck any condoms, Jon," I said. "I believe you wanted to suck me off..."
Jon smiled and then sat up on his knees facing me. He pushed me back on the bench and took my cock halfway down in his mouth and gagged.
"That as far as you can go?" I asked in a deep, dirty sexy voice. "Yea, suck that thick cock, Jon. Fuck yea."
Jon moaned with delight (as did I) as he sucked it for what felt like hours. Finally, I knew it was time to fuck that perfect ass, as did he. I found it intriguing how the masculine guy was going to be the one taking it, but I loved it all the same. I put him back in the all fours position and before a moment's pause, I rammed my entire cock right up his virgin ass.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" he yelled. I was afraid that if anyone was around, they would think someone was either getting ****d, beaten, or something else of the sort. But I realized that it was too hot for anyone to be at the park, only these two experimental faggots.
After the initial ram-in, Jon took the cock well. He moaned like a bitch a lot of the time but he also started to love it, and even started saying dirty things like "Fuck me harder, dude. Ohhhhhh FUCK!" And I did. I slid my cock in and out, harder and harder, not stopping. I was pouring with sweat from this cock workout, and I could see his ass was getting red from its workout. But I wasn't ready to be done. I continued fucking that perfect ass, thinking of every time I had stared at it and wished I could be doing just what I was right now. Finally, holding one arm out to the wall as I rammed it harder and harder, I pushed my cock way up in his tight hole and exploded my load deep inside of him.
"FUUUUUUUCK, Mike.FUUUUUUCK!" he moaned. He collapsed on the floor and I pulled out, revealing the dripping cum from his ass. "You like that?" I asked. Jon couldn't answer. I wasn't sure if he was in pain or if he had came too.
Sure enough, he sat up and I saw a huge puddle of cum from where he had been laying. Apparently he had enjoyed himself, too.
With this (and after checking my phone to see that we had been having sex for exactly an hour now), we both put on our shorts as we swapped some more spit and felt each others' toned bodies.
"That was fucking awesome," Jon said, "but next time, it's going to be my cock up your scrawny, sissy hole," he said. I smiled and grabbed his ass as we grabbed all of our stuff from our sexploration and got ready to go.
A PART II TO COME IF I RECEIVE SOME GOOD FEEDBACK!
Sure, my plans to go professional were still in tact -- I'd been working myself to death with the hope that one day I'll be the best player in the world.
But at that moment, I was just tired.
My practice sessions ranged in various ways: be it who I hit with, who I trained with, what I did in practice, how much I ran, how long I was out on the courts or on the track, etc. One thing always remained the same: it was exhausting.
But despite the lack of consistency, there was one young man who I began to train with on a regular basis. His name was Jon Calfas. He was my age, a good tennis player (no ambition of going pro), and an extremely good lookin' guy. He was a little shorter than I was, about 5'10, and he had the reputation at school of being the most athletically gifted person ever born.
Jon had that perfect golden tan to adorn his perfectly toned arms, chiseled chest and abs, and ripped legs/thighs year round. It was something I was truly jealous of, his body. Despite my working out, I never achieved the attractiveness of his body; his ass, mainly.
Although I was completely in the closet about my sexuality, I had no doubt in my mind that I was gay. I would stare at Jon (be it in class or on the courts) and try to get any glimpse whatsoever at his perfect round, Andy Roddick-like, bootylicious ass. I nearly came just about any time he bent over or I got a full glimpse of it when he changed in the locker room.
My luck would improve dramatically soon after.
Two weeks into summer vacation, Jon called me around 11am on a Tuesday and asked if I wanted to go hit at the local park.
"Sure," I said. "I'll meet you up there at 11:30 or so."
"Okay, that's fine. Later," he said.
Jon was known for being a masculine guy. There was never any indication in my mind that he might be the slightest bit gay. But I soon learned that it doesn't take a gay man to participate in gay activity.
After arriving, we both lost our shirts and started hitting. The sun was deathly hot, with the humidity ridiculously high. We were sweating like pigs before we decided to take a break and sit down on the bench.
"I think it's a sign that we shouldn't be out here considering this entire huge park is compleely deserted," Jon said.
"Yea no k**ding," I laughed.
I took this moment to admire his body once more. I loved when Jon would take his shirt off to play. Not only were his perfect abs and chest revealed, but it made his ass much more noticable, too. But this time, my staring didn't go unnoticed.
"What?" he said, simply, staring right at me, almost looking appalled.
I was embarrassed.
"Oh... uh... nothing. I thought there was a nat or something crawling on you. It looked weird. See it? ... oh, oh, never mind, it uh... must of flown away." My cheeks flushed in utter humiliation.
Jon looked away, convinced. At this point, there was no indication that he was remotely interested in anything I had to say. I began to think that any fantasy I had about this k** was a complete waste of time. He was obviously straight.
But I still jumped for it.
"Jon, how often do you work out?"
"I dunno, usually every day. Why?"
"I guess I'm just curious. Your abs are perfect compared to mine," I said.
Jon then glanced down at his own abs, then looked at mine. The first time he assessed me. Still no emotion on his face.
"I don't know. Yours are definitely toned. I think your trunk is stronger than you think it is; maybe because your abs are toned by tennis and mine are by situps and whatnot, you know?" Jon declared.
"What about your legs? And sorry if I sound gay, but your ass is more toned than mine, too."
Jon laughed, the first laugh I had seen from him for a while.
"I don't know, dude. Lots of running." He then smirked and laughed a little more. "You checking out my ass, Mike?"
It was at this point in time where I wasn't sure whether to admit it and see what his reaction was, or to laugh and make a sarcastic joke to play it off. I decided to jump again.
"Well," I started. "It's certainly something to look at. Gay or not." I thought I had stated it just perfectly.
Jon looked away again. I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed, intrigued, or disgusted.
Then, out of nowhere, he looked back at me.
"The place is completely empty, you know," Jon said, and raised an eyebrow. Possibly the single most sexiest thing I had ever seen him do, and it was directed towards me, a guy, a friend.
At this point, I leaped into my gay sexuality.
I smirked and then reached my hand out and touched his tan, hairless thigh. It was then that I noticed a bulge beginning to form in his tennis shorts. "THANK GOD!" I thought. I smiled and started rubbing his thigh, then rubbed the inner thigh teasingly.
Jon backed my hand away and smirked.
"It may be abandoned, but I'm not gonna get caught doing this out in the middle of the courts if someone drives up."
I looked disappointed, but then got an idea.
"Bathrooms?" I asked, smirking a mischiveous smile.
Jon looked over at the restroom facility, which consisted of a small concrete building with one men's restroom and one women's restroom. We both knew the door could be locked from the inside, too. Jon smiled and we decided to run, not walk, to the restrooms in excitement.
Once there, I immediately locked the door and pushed Jon against the wall, running my hands through his hair as I approached his tender lips with mine. We kissed tenderly, dangerously. Our bodies were still moist from the tennis session as we embraced each other while he massaged my tongue with his. My cock was throbbing inside my shorts as it felt his bulging underneath his shorts as well.
I then sat Jon down on the restroom bench and began to kiss down his muscular chest and abs. I then began to slip off his shorts and boxer briefs, revealing a good eight inches of thick cock. I was relieved that his perfect, sexy number matched the rest of his amazing body. I instantly gave him a hand job, rubbing it up and down.
"Ohhh man," he moaned, leaning his head back against the cement wall in pleasure. "That's fucking awsome."
I then took the tip of his cock in my mouth, licking the tip and all around it as he jerked with the pleasure.
"Fuck, dude," Jon said. "I'm already about to cum."
I decided I didn't want this adventure to be over any time soon, so I held off a bit before I took his entire cock down my throat. Who knew sucking cock could be this great? I had never done anything with a guy before, and this is the way I start! Jon continued to moan and pushed my head down on his cock with his hands as I sucked up and down his long shaft. "This is too fucking perfect," I thought.
It then dawned on me that my dream had been to see his perfect ass naked. I got up from the floor where I was on my knees and stood up, my cock sticking straight out at him from underneath my shorts.
"You want me to suck you off, man?" he asked.
"Yea, but not yet. I kinda want to experiment a little more with your perfect ass I was talking about," I said.
Jon took no time at all to realize what I was asking of him. He then stood up and got on his hands and knees on the floor, facing me. "Can I see your cock first, man? It looks huge," he asked. "Hah. Sure," I said. He slid off my shorts (no underwear, not when I hit with Jon!) to reveal my thick 9 inch cock. "FUCK dude!" he said.
With this I turned him around so he was no longer facing me. I then saw it; the ass of my dreams. It wasn't tan like the rest of his body, but that made it all the more hot and sexy. It was white, hairless, and very fuckable. Truth is, however, I always pictured myself as a bottom. But not with an ass like Jon's. It'd be a pity to waste that just because I want a cock up my ass.
I bent down to join him in the hands-and-knees position. I grabbed a buttcheek with each and rammed my mouth directly in the center of the perfect round ass, my tongue diving into his tight, virgin hole.
"FUCK, Mike. Aw Fuck!" he exclaimed as my tongue erupted up in his ass, licking all of the sides of it.
I rimmed him for a good twenty minutes, inserting one finger, then more rimming, then two fingers, more rimmimg, and finally three fingers. He moaned incessantly, and by the time I had achieved three fingers up his virgin hole, he was laying flat on his stomach while I explored his ass.
Finally, I stopped and just stared at it. I realized now that this ass was ready to be fucked. But did I want to? No protection? Just bare? I knew I was a virgin and that it wouldn't affect him, but what about him? "Oh well," I thought. "I know he's a virgin in his area."
My pause had signaled him that I was about to fuck him. He turned his head and looked up at me. "You wanna fuck it, dude?" he asked. I nodded and he let out a gasp of air. I could tell he was nervous but loving it.
I then sat him back up on his hands and knees and I stood up behind him. I leaned down just enough, bending me knees, and held my thick cock head right in front of his ass.
"Oh, wait!" I exclaimed. "I think we forgot something."
"What? Shit, dude, I don't have any condoms.." Jon replied.
"Fuck any condoms, Jon," I said. "I believe you wanted to suck me off..."
Jon smiled and then sat up on his knees facing me. He pushed me back on the bench and took my cock halfway down in his mouth and gagged.
"That as far as you can go?" I asked in a deep, dirty sexy voice. "Yea, suck that thick cock, Jon. Fuck yea."
Jon moaned with delight (as did I) as he sucked it for what felt like hours. Finally, I knew it was time to fuck that perfect ass, as did he. I found it intriguing how the masculine guy was going to be the one taking it, but I loved it all the same. I put him back in the all fours position and before a moment's pause, I rammed my entire cock right up his virgin ass.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" he yelled. I was afraid that if anyone was around, they would think someone was either getting ****d, beaten, or something else of the sort. But I realized that it was too hot for anyone to be at the park, only these two experimental faggots.
After the initial ram-in, Jon took the cock well. He moaned like a bitch a lot of the time but he also started to love it, and even started saying dirty things like "Fuck me harder, dude. Ohhhhhh FUCK!" And I did. I slid my cock in and out, harder and harder, not stopping. I was pouring with sweat from this cock workout, and I could see his ass was getting red from its workout. But I wasn't ready to be done. I continued fucking that perfect ass, thinking of every time I had stared at it and wished I could be doing just what I was right now. Finally, holding one arm out to the wall as I rammed it harder and harder, I pushed my cock way up in his tight hole and exploded my load deep inside of him.
"FUUUUUUUCK, Mike.FUUUUUUCK!" he moaned. He collapsed on the floor and I pulled out, revealing the dripping cum from his ass. "You like that?" I asked. Jon couldn't answer. I wasn't sure if he was in pain or if he had came too.
Sure enough, he sat up and I saw a huge puddle of cum from where he had been laying. Apparently he had enjoyed himself, too.
With this (and after checking my phone to see that we had been having sex for exactly an hour now), we both put on our shorts as we swapped some more spit and felt each others' toned bodies.
"That was fucking awesome," Jon said, "but next time, it's going to be my cock up your scrawny, sissy hole," he said. I smiled and grabbed his ass as we grabbed all of our stuff from our sexploration and got ready to go.
A PART II TO COME IF I RECEIVE SOME GOOD FEEDBACK!
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