Everyone Goes Down Under
Goran, his mouth still attached to mine, got himself in my lap. I reached up and undid his pants, sliding them down his muscular thighs. His cock sprang out from his underwear and I took a hold of it for a stroke or two and I went for his big trimmed balls with all that black hair, and I grabbed them hard. He groaned into my mouth. I pushed him back, licking his nose and said, “You two fuckers planned this, didn't you?”
He put on a thick Czech accent and said, “I do not know what you mean.” But he was grinning like a fool. I pushed him up a bit and got my pants down to my ankles so I get my cock in there as I wanted to fuck Goran, which was unusual, but tonight I was going to be top. I got my cock in the crack of his ass and started to push around his hole and up toward his balls a few times. We kissed a whole bunch and he pulled my shirt off and squeezed my nipples hard.
I reached for his shirt and practically tore it off him. His chest was all sculpted and was covered in that fucking grassland of trimmed black hair. I pulled him toward me and sucked his nipples, playing with them with my tongue. My dick was still pushing at his ass and then Goran said, “We need to go upstairs.” He kissed me and got up.
We had completely forgotten about the other two and I turned and they had been working hard. Ravi was naked – how had he done that so fast? – and he was on his knees, feeding his cock to Chris who was on his back. Ravi was slim and only a little hairy, his dark tan chest all smooth and lickable. He looked up at me, his dick still deep in Chris' throat and I said, “You two want to come upstairs?”
He grinned at me and kept pushing into my fiancé's mouth. “Sure...” Goran and I got up and went upstairs and I could hear the other two following.
Goran's bedroom was lovely and warm and his bed was this big old thing with a wooden frame and pillars at all four corners. I had a fun thought that it would be good to tie people to it, but that thought disappeared when Goran sat on the bed and slid my dick in his mouth. I grabbed his head and I wanted to happily punish him for whatever their little plan was, so I got my hips going and gave him some fucks into his throat. But Goran is a big boy and he took it.
Rave and Chris got on the bed and Chris lay down and Ravi found the lube that Goran had helpfully left in the middle of the bed. He laughed and said, “I'm learning a lot about you, Goran.”
Goran was busy with my cock, but I'm sure he heard him. But then I had an idea. I pulled out of Goran's mouth and said, “Go lie down next to Chris...you're both going to get fucked together.”
He did and they turned and got to work feeding their tongues to each other. I got in beside Ravi and lubed everything up, including Chris because I liked having my hand in his ass. I made sure Ravi was ready – and so I could check out his long meaty prick. For such a slim guy I was kind of amazed at his almost Jack-level size. I wanted that thing in my mouth at some point.
I turned to Goran and pushed my cock in and leaned down and began to fuck him, and kiss him hungrily, and then Chris joined us for a moment, the three of us in a familiar place, our tongues all over each other. But then Chris gave a loud groan and I looked and Ravi was driving his cock deep. I could see Chris' hole stretching and I knew Chris was in heaven.
So Ravi and I – like different kinds of athletes – started to fuck together, in tandem. Without agreeing to it, we thrust at the same time, and I was grinning at him like a fool but then he leaned over and we kissed like teenagers, all sloppy and wet as we fucked our guys. I turned back to Goran and he was watching us and he said all low and sexy, “You two are so fucking hot.”
I laughed and leaned down and kissed him, “We are, aren't we? But I like fucking you, Goran. I should do this more often.”
“You should.” And we went back to our big wet kisses. I was always amazed at how strong Goran's tongue was, totally dominating my mouth.
But Chris pushed Ravi off him and got up. His cock was glowing it was so hard, and I admired him as I always do, I fucking worshipped his strong, white chest and that cock of his, and his magic pubic hair that was almost transparent it was so pale. His dick was drooling a bunch and Ravi leaned down and sucked it for a moment, and then they kissed. Chris turned to me and said, “I want my husband-to-be to fuck me.
The little shit. I should have known he would wait for a moment like this to answer my fucking question. But I laughed and grabbed his cock in my hand and pulled him toward me. I kissed him then said, “On your hands and knees, husband-to-be.”
He smiled like an angel and turned around, presenting that muscled butt to me. I turned and saw Ravi and Goran kissing each other's bodies, licking all over the place. I lubed Chris up and watched Goran swallow Ravi's cock which is saying something. I made a mental note to make sure that Jack and Goran spend some quality time together at some point. Goran would be in heaven, as he was right now because he was jacking his dick pretty hard.
I took hold of Chris' waist and pushed my cock into his hole. I ran my hands up and down his smooth, taut back, feeling all his muscles, all that power that he used to win. My Chris. I gave him the length of my cock pretty hard and he just moaned and I could feel the rhythm of him jerking his cock. I went harder and fucked faster a bunch of times and I shut my eyes to really feel Chris' ass massage my cock.
Then I felt a cock start to play around my ass and I turned and Ravi was grinning at me. I stopped and said, “Go for it.” But I inwardly summoned up some relaxation and took a deep breath.
Ravi was no stranger to fucking with that big pole, and he was careful. I remembered Jack and I let him slide in, relaxing and channeling mellow thought and he pushed and I stretched and suddenly everything was good. I turned as much as I could and said, “Kiss me, you fucker.”
He laughed some more and our lips awkwardly met with some tongue and then he said, “You're in control of this, Mike. Fuck yourself on me.”
I didn't need an invitation. I turned back to Chris and gave him a grin and, with Ravi's big long piece of muscle in me, I started my engines. I gripped Chris' thighs and leaned forward so we all had a good angle and just as I started to go, as if to make this totally complete, Goran stood up beside me and fed me his cock. I shut my eyes and just let myself go, let myself feel Goran's cock slide against my tongue, feel my cock being taken by Chris' ass, and my body being filled by Ravi's fucking pile driver that was ravaging its way into my body every time I pulled out of Chris. Holy fuck was it intense.
I lost track of how long I kept this up but I knew that Goran was getting ready because he pulled out of my mouth and started to jerk his cock, and fast. He kind of moaned and growled at me, “I want you to take my cum, Mike.”
I couldn't answer but I managed a sort of grin, because at the speed I was fucking and being fucked my body was on fire. It was some sort of crazed mixture of pain and total all-out pleasure and the pleasure was taking over. I squeezed my eyes shut and my circuits blew. Call it fire, or an explosion or electrocution, but all I know is my cock was almost in agony as my body seemed to be taken over by the most intense orgasm I'd had in a while, and I couldn't breath or think but I could feel cum exploding out of my cock, filling Chris.
Goran chose that moment to groan really deep in his chest and cum started to spurt into my mouth. It ran down off my chin and onto Chris, then I watched Goran move down and feed the rest to him and Chris growled and sucked and slurped and Goran forced his cock deep down his throat.
And finally, as I kept fucking Chris, Ravi wrapped his arms around my chest and bit my shoulder and he took over the thrusting and with a few really deep, almost painful series of fucks, he came and came. He was practically hyperventilating into my neck. We both stopped moving and I could feel his cum running down my leg.
I knew we weren't quite done. I looked down at Chris' cock which he had gripped in his hand. I leaned down fast and Ravi's cock slid out of my ass which was both a relief and not. I took Chris' cock in my mouth and he knew what to do. He jerked himself a few times under my mouth and his hips pushed up and he almost yelled and jets of cum started hitting the roof of my mouth. Like seven? Eight? I lost count, but I swallowed the salty thick liquid – sharp and pungent and thick – and swallowed and swallowed some more.
When he had emptied himself, he pulled me up and we had a few really soft, gentle, cummy kisses as I gave him back some of what he had given me.
I fell down beside Chris and held him, running my hands over his strong ass, feeling a bit of my cum oozing out. I looked over at the other two and they were doing much the same thing, and Goran had his head on Ravi's chest. It made me happy to see Goran with a guy, really into someone.
We all dozed for a while, but then I woke and was really thirsty. I slid gently out of Chris' arms and got out off the bed. It was a little chilly but I had no idea where Goran kept his robe. I heard Ravi's voice and turned. He was standing on the other side of the bed. “Take this. It gets cold up here.”
He handed me a robe that I recognized as Goran's. We both went downstairs and he got glasses and we filled them with water. I said, “You must be spending a lot of time here.”
“It's true. More and more.”
I put my hand on Ravi's shoulder and leaned in and kissed him. “That makes me so happy. You are an awesome dude.”
He looked embarrassed, but he smiled, his dark brown eyes looking down. “I like that word 'awesome'. I'm going to write a paper on it.”
“A paper?”
He took a sip of water and said, “I teach at the university here, but I'm one of those guys who thinks too much so I write papers. Philosophy.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Anika said you were a cool dude. This is one of the reasons.” I decided to be a brat so I reach into his robe and took hold of that cock and said, “And this is a reason as well.”
He laughed and kissed me. “Watch it. It doesn't take me long to recover...”
So what else was I supposed to do? I got on my knees and made him prove it. I sucked his big tan cock hard and fast and used my skills and remembered Jack and with a short choking gasp, he filled my mouth with nice thick, almost tasteless cum. I swallowed and made a mental note to do this as much as Goran would let me. I am a cum slut, aren't I?
I stood up and kissed him and we went upstairs to give our guys the water.
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That fall, of course, while the house was being transformed, Chris and Goran were in training all the time. At first not too intensely, but as December started and into the holiday season, Chris spent more and more time with his coach. I almost got jealous, but I knew his coach was straight. Nice dude, but straight. I spent time with Ravi and he and I compared notes. Our boys were really in it. They had different coaches, but trained in the same facility so Ravi and I were on our own.
I really started to get to know him and I was increasingly impressed by him. His wit. His brains, His cock. Yeah, we fucked a few times. Or rather he fucked me. Not a lot, but now and then. Goran and Chris were stoked that we were. I guess they wanted us to bond and we did. But like I said before, what I really liked was to swallow a load of his cum. I was a little crazy for it.
In any case, once Christmas was done, Chris and I prepared to go to Australia for a month or so. Brad arrived just after Christmas with Seamus and with the coaches. Ravi, sadly, had to stay home for a while to teach, but he would come for some of the Open in a couple of weeks. The seven of us got on a plane to Australia. We went first class – privilege and all – which allowed us to at least sleep on the endless fucking flights. There is a joke that some comedian made that the reason Australia was settled was because people couldn't face the flight home. I agree with her.
We settled into a house we rented not far from the tennis centre. Goran and his coach rented another closer to the water.
Like every tournament, I was on my own much of the time. But I hung out with Seamus – with Brad or not – and we went to the beach a bunch. For some reason neither one of us seemed interested in fucking, but we spent longs hours talking. Such a cool dude. I really got to know him better.
Two days before the Open I got a text from Jack. He was in New Zealand for a conference and he knew I would be in Melbourne so could we hang out? I told him of course we could, so he took a flight that day. I picked him up at the airport in our rented car. Well, actually one of those ridiculous SUV's that rich people insist on driving. In our case it was to hold all the people.
I gave him a big hug when he emerged from customs, his brown hair all layered and wonderful. He somehow always had the same tan. He must pay a lot for it. I drove us back to the house. We had a beer and got caught up, then he took me to lunch at a place near the water. We drank some amazing local wine and ate seafood. On the last glass of wine, I got all frisky – remember, no sex during tournaments? - and said, “You want to come back to the house...?”
His grin said it all. “I was hoping you would ask. So, yes. I would.”
So we did. We got to the house and no one was around so we went to one of the spare rooms and shut the door. We stood both kissing and ripping our clothes off at the same time. Soon Jack was standing there in nothing but his big throbbing cock. I pushed him onto the bed and got to work. After sucking Ravi off, I was in the mood these days for some unapologetic cock worship. I spent some time licking all over his length, his veiny, muscular length which made me nuts. I kissed the head and jammed my tongue in the piss hole, I sucked the end, using suction and my tongue and Jack was going a little crazy himself.
I held the base and started to pull him into my mouth. I was getting good at this game and was able to push the head of his cock right into my throat, no gagging. I couldn't breathe of course, but I let him fuck my throat and he held my head tight and, as if my throat was my ass, he fucked hard. A few times I had to pull him out to breathe and I got to slurp all his precum. At one point he stopped me and kissed me a bunch and said, “You've been practising...I wonder if I can hire you to teach Stuart a few things.”
I grinned and said, “Happy to help out – it worked for fucking, after all. The thought of both of us doing this is really hot, Jack.”
He pushed my head back down and fucked my throat some more. My jaw got really tired, so I sat up and let him do the same to me and I could tell he had been practising with Stuart, because his skills were top level. I almost filled his mouth before pulling out. I said, “I want you to fuck me, Jack.”
He dug in his bag for slippery stuff and I got us all slick and ready. I decided I wanted him to fuck me against the wall, so I got up and stood with my ass sticking out and said, “Fuck me here, Jack. Pretend I'm some tennis twink you dragged home.” I was feeling nutty, but Jack was right there. He poured a bunch of lube on himself and started to run his cock between my ass cheeks a few times while I slowly jacked off. He slid some more, then, by just adjusting the angle of his cock, it started to catch at my hole, then he was able push, and the head slipped in. I gasped and he reached around and played with my nipples, still pushing, and then his whole fucking cock slid into me.
Once he was all snug and filling me, he started this whole series of deep fucks that pushed me against the wall. They got faster and deeper and I had this image of him lifting me off the floor with his cock, like a forklift. This was definitely the new Jack. No Mr. Nice Guy. Stuart must be in heaven. The tightness of his fit was almost too much, but it was also just right. He finally filled me with cum after a really deep few thrusts that almost slammed me against the wall. I came myself with a sharp intake of breath and painted cum all over the wall. I made Jack lick it off.
I pulled us to the bed and we collapsed, our limbs tangled around each other. He kissed my neck and said, “You've been needing this, I guess?”
“Yeah. Tournament time means Chris and I don't fuck. But I get to do nice things with friends so it's not like it's a hardship.” I kissed him warmly and we had a shower together and I sucked him off again, letting him spray cum all over my face. Then we went out for a drink by the water and chilled until it was time for me to meet Chris at the tennis centre. I asked Jack if he wanted to get together the next day, and he did which made me happy.
Chris was tired and I went into nurse mode. I put him in the bath, I washed his whole body – and tried not to get too turned on – and fed him a light supper. I massaged his back and legs, rubbed nice stuff on his arms. I told him about my afternoon with Jack and I think, despite himself, he got a fucking big hard-on, so I sucked him until he came in my mouth with a satisfied moan. Screw no sex during tournaments. This seemed necessary and he sure as hell liked it. He kissed me and was asleep almost right away.
Chris' first match was the next morning. I knew the Australian Open was a big deal for him. His home country that he was so ambivalent about. That morning he wondered if his parents would be watching, or if they might even come. He said it in a way that made me think he both wanted them to, and didn't. He wasn't in touch with them and he had told me why. I don't want to give too many details. His father was a shit. Awful. Nothing physical, but mean and demeaning. It made my dad sound like a saint. Maybe, I thought, this is why Chris and I found each other.
Brad and I and Chris' coach sat watching his first match, and of course he won. Really easily. He had to go to some press thing afterward, so I had an afternoon drink with Jack and then we went to his hotel and he fucked me again. I reached a sort of zen with his massive tool and I happily sailed away, being stretched and pummelled. How I could not let him? He came in my ass, then I slid my cock in his mouth and returned the favour. After a rest and a glass of wine, he fucked me a second time and so hard I came again, which is unusual for me.
Jack got on his flight the next day and I spent the morning with Seamus, drinking coffee and being nervous. Why was I nervous? Chris is a master. And that afternoon, Ravi arrived and Goran and I picked him up. He looked shell-shocked when we met him the arrivals gate and Goran wrapped him up in a big hug. He drove me home, and then took Ravi back to his house and I assume, tended to his jet lag.
So Ravi joined the Chris-and-Goran cheering section, which was fun. But first up was Chris, and Ravi took my hand and held it for most of the match. Very sweet.
But Chris won. Then he won the next, and the next. I don't even need to tell you who he beat. You can look it up. He won the quarters and he won the semis.
And Goran, our amazing raven-haired Goran, got injured in the quarters. Fuck. He had lunged for a rocket of a serve by that homophobic asshole – remember him? - and pulled something in one of his thighs. He was in agony and limped off the court. Ravi looked distraught and ran out of the stadium to be with him. The asshole seemed proud of himself or some shit like that. I passed him in the hallway later and he almost sneered at me but I put my arm around him and slipped my hand in his shorts and said, “And now you get to play Chris.”
He looked uncomfortable and I knew it wasn't just because I was feeling his ass. He knew he couldn't beat Chris. And Goran would have cleaned his fucking clock if he hadn't been injured. He slunk away, swearing.
So yeah, Chris annihilated that guy. And smiled oh-so-sweetly at him at the end. Chris is such a gentleman. So the final was Chris and the Italian guy, Tomasso Marcel. Despite my anxiety, it was an amazing match up. They had such different styles and I tried to concentrate on that, rather than freaking the fuck out about whether Chris could beat him. The night before the match, Chris was curled up behind me, his cock half-hard against my ass, and he said, “I want to win this fucking thing for Goran. I'm so mad at that guy and I know it wasn't his fault that Goran is injured, but I guess I just want him to feel like crap for treating us so bad. Is that wrong?”
I kissed his ear and said, “No, Chris. Winning for Goran is almost as good as winning for yourself. We don't find friends like him very often, so, yeah. Win it for him.”
And he did. But it was a match very similar to when he played Goran. Even though Tomasso had a different style than Chris, they met each other hit for hit, serve for serve. Their rallies went on and on. It was tense and beautiful to watch. But toward the end, Tomasso seemed to get tired and Chris managed a few winners and that was it.
When the match was over and everyone was cheering, Tomasso bowed graciously and walked over to him. They had a nice hug in the middle of the court and Chris told me later that Tomasso had said in his ear, “I'm very proud of you, Chris, and not just because you won. And tell your boyfriend I want to meet him. And tell Goran he will be fine and beat us all.”
Now why can't all tennis players be like that? A real prince of a guy. I told Chris we should invite him to Barcelona when we got back and get to know him. We have to hold on to the amazing people we meet, right?
Later, we all sat on the deck at our rental and had big strong drinks. Goran's leg was taped and Ravi was fussing over him. Chris lay with his head in my lap. Brad and Seamus were tucked into a love seat. Those two. But Goran was philosophical, as always. He was sad, but not overcome or depressed. He said, “These things happen and they are painful.” He took Ravi's hand and said, to everyone's astonishment, including Ravi's, “But the ones we love are always there and that is what matters to me.” They had a nice kiss and I could tell Ravi was a little overcome himself, but not in a bad way.
We spent a few more days in Australia, going to the beach and having nice dinners, then we all got on a plane for the marathon back to Europe. As always, it was awful and we had to recover for a few days when we got back to Barcelona. I was so tired I didn't even want to see the progress on our house. Goran and Ravi holed up at Goran's place in the country. After a few days, Brad and Seamus went back to Boston.
Over the winter, Goran threw himself into physio the same way he throws himself into everything and by March he was back on the courts and Chris said it was as if nothing had happened. Amazing. Goran's coach was optimistic and I watched Goran and Chris spar a few times and I was more than optimistic. He was on fire. I think he wanted to prove something to the shithead homophobe. How many other things can I call him? I refuse to tell you his real name. He doesn't deserve it.
After the trip home, and when we had slept for ages, we finally went to the house to see the progress. It's amazing how much can happen in a month. The new section was almost complete and it seemed to gel with the old section. The rooftop deck was almost done and the contractor told us the whole thing would be done in another month, if all went well.
We came back and we were excited and sat around making plans for furniture and paint and all the stuff you do when you have a new house. Oh, and we fucked constantly. Lost time and all that. And on that note, we invited Marco over for dinner. We were curious to see what he was like when there was time and wine and a bed.
