Afternoon Games

Sean had always loved tennis. Ever since he was a child, he played. Mornings, afternoons, evenings....he had become what some would call a tennis pro; however, lately the game had become boring. Sean came from a small town, and playing the same men over and over, secretly wondering what they would be like in the showers, or what they could really do with that tennis racquet. 

One afternoon while Sean was hitting alone at his favorite court, a secluded clay surrounded by woods and a lake, a hot, golden tanned boy of no more than twenty-two approached the court. He was tall, at least 6'2, with shaggy blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and that beautifully toned body that has just the right amount of muscle, you know, enough to get you hard in a second, but not too much that makes you think that you should be at the gym rather than fucking him. Not that Sean had anything to worry about. 

He was 5'8, slender, brown hair and green eyes, his hair was shaggy too, and from his past experiences in the showers had told him, he was WELL endowed. Well, the golden hunk, whose name was Gunnar, invited Sean to play a round with him, if he was interested. "You don't know the half of it" mumbled Sean. After a few games, Gunnar took off his shirt, exposing his tight abs and beautifully round biceps. Sean almost triped over his own shoelaces. Well, about an hour later, both men are extremely hot and sweaty, and decide to call it a day, and begin collecting all the stray balls from around the court, but Sean has his eyes more on Gunnar bending over and over more than the strays. 

Sean is bulging out of his little Nike tennis shorts by now, just thinking of what Gunnar's warm mouth would feel like with his big cock inside it. They gather most of them, with just one or two along the net line. Gunnar and Sean meet at the net, where Gunnar notices Sean's growing buldge. "Are you sure you aren't trying to steal away a couple of my balls in your pants?" asks Gunnar, half joking, half inviting an afternoon fucking...Sean replies, scared out of his mind, "If I were going to take your balls, I would put them in my mouth." Sean can't take it anymore. He grabs Gunnar by the neck and pulls him into him, kissing him sweetly, but with that raw searching with his tounge that comes from wanting so badly to fuck a man. Gunnar takes off Sean's t-shirt, exposing his flat stomach. Sean licks the sweat off of Gunnar's washboard, slowly sucking on his nipples and rolling his tounge in his bellybutton. They lay on the courts, the soft clay molding to their bodies. Gunnar takes his turn, licking on Sean's ear, sucking the lobe, moving slowly down his chest until he reaches those short Nike shorts. 

Gunnar rips them off, exposing Sean's 8 1/2 inches of hard, cut cock. Gunnar rolls his tounge around the head, licking his slit, then gorges on all of Seans steal, inhaling deeply. Sean is amazed, since it takes a real pro to take all of his meat at one time. As Gunnar sucks he rolls his tounge up and down Sean's rod like a rolling pin. "Oh yeah, suck my big cock...suck it harder....faster" Sean moans with pleasure, despite the fact that Gunnar is better at sucking than any Hoover on its best day. Gunnar looks up at Sean and pleads, "Fuck me, fuck me now". Sean is dripping with pre-cum by now, wet from Gunnar's warm mouth. He ripps off Gunnar's shorts, and his beautiful bikini underwear that look SO HOT on him, and see the most beautiful package he has ever seen. 7 inches, uncut and throbbing. Sean stands Gunnar up, and bends him against the tennis net. 

Sean begins by teasing Gunnar, rolling his big dick around Gunnar's hot, wanting hole. Not penetrating, but pushing and rubbing against it. This drives Gunnar wild. "Oh come on, give it to me baby...I want it SO bad" begs Gunnar. Sean can't help but admire Gunnar's toned and tanned ass. Its so round, so full. It really is a work of art. So while grabbing that work of art, Sean inserts his whole 8 1/2 inches, not giving Gunnar a second to adjust. Gunnar moans, or cries, rather, but Sean can tell he likes it because his dick jumps and is as hard as a rock. Sean starts fucking Gunnar slowly, with long pumps, taking his time, enjoying the ride. Then his rides become more rythmic. 

Gunnar is grinding back on all of Sean's dick, while resting over the tennis net. Its almost like Sean has Gunnar in a saddle, riding him like a thouroughbred at the Kentucky Derby. Sean rolls Gunnar over, from his stomach to his back, holding him suspended in mid air, and fucking him all at the same time. Gunnar is jacking himself off, and is ready to burst. "Are you close" asks Gunnar. "Yeah" says Sean. So with about a minute of hard, hard, close contact riding, Sean shoots his load, oozing cum out of Gunnar's man hole, the slurping sound of a good fuck faintly heard in the background. 

Sean grabs Gunnar's dick and jacks it off as fast as he can, but Gunnar can't hold out for long. He cums, all on Sean's and his chest. Sean licks up Gunnar's cum, and leans in for a kiss. The boys towel off and kiss one more time. "Thanks for the good time" says Gunnar. "Anytime" replies Sean. Well, Gunnar took Sean up on his proposition. They "play tennis" at that same court three times a week.