A Win and A New Friend
For three weeks there was deafening silence from Jack. Nothing. I sent him a text after a week just wondering how he was doing, but nothing.
Just before Christmas, we had signed up for the ATP tournament in Tenerife. Chris was stoked and through January trained all the time, but I had to drag myself to the courts, I had to fucking force myself to hit serves and Brad tried to keep me motivated, but I wasn't into it. Bad sign, huh?
Chris and I slept together most nights by this point, even if we were tired from training. And he had more reason to be than I did since he actually worked at it, but he fucked me even more after training, which was a bonus. And Brad and Seamus were like doting aunts and seemed really happy for both of us we got closer and closer.
Just before we left for Tenerife, I sent an email to Jack so I could say I tried:
Jack,
I haven't heard from you so I hope you're all right. Drop me a line when you get a chance. I'm going to Tenerife for a couple of weeks for the ATP tournament, so it might take me a while to respond. Not to be too dramatic, but it's probably my last tournament. I'm old!
Cheers, Mike.
I finished writing the text and realized my eyes were full of tears. Not because of Jack, but because I had written something I didn't realize was true until that moment. It was my last tournament. Wow. But it was true. Tennis players – unless you're amazing, like Federer and all those guys – don't last much past thirty. Brad seemed cool with it and was clearly angling to be a coach, but I just wasn't into it. But Chris...he was hitting his peak, and I was excited for him. That made me feel better.
On the plane, Chris looked over the draws for the tournament. He was in the bottom half and the skinny kid he beat at the last tournament was there, as well as Goran Sibo and John Alfonso. It looked like he was likely to play both Goran and John. Chris would have to work hard. I was more curious about this Goran guy whose picture we found with a bit of googling. Fucking hot.
We settled into our hotel room and we had a nap. No really, we just napped. Chris and I agreed that during the tournament, we would keep our hands off each other.
I lost in the second round. No big surprise. Brad made it one round more.
But Chris won every match he played in the next week. He beat John Alfonso – a tough match. Apparently, John whispered in Chris' ear near the end of the fourth set that he was a cocksucker and Chris just looked at him and said, “I can suck yours if you want.” Chris took the last set and gave that asshole the sweetest smile.
In bed that night, Chris said, “I'm way tired, Mike. I'm a little scared that I can't keep this up. I wrapped my arms around him and said, “What if I suck you off? Would that help?”
Chris laughed into my neck and said, “You better not. I don't think I could keep it to just that.” He kissed me and we went to sleep.
Despite his worry, he won the next two matches against really experiences players and in the final he was playing Goran Sibo. I kept fantasizing about fucking him. He had some nice pictures on social media and it was clear he was gay which made me more excited. I showed them to Chris. He just said, “Let me play him first, then we can talk about sucking his cock”
Their match was epic and they had a bunch of tie-breakers and Brad and Seamus and I were beside ourselves in the stands, hollering and cringing and cheering in equal measure. But our Chris found an opportunity at the beginning the fifth set and went to work and won the set 6/4 and the match. Holy shit. Our boy won the tournament.
We yelled and hugged and when we finally got to see Chris we threw ourselves at him. He kissed me some more and whispered in my ear, “Now I get to fuck you, Mike.”
I laughed and then I let him go change and do some promo crap. When he finally came out of the tennis centre, he had Goran in tow. He said, “Goran wants to hang with us. Goran, this is everybody.”
He gave us a big smile that was like a million flashbulbs going off. This guy was gorgeous. Big brown eyes and tall with a very short, dark beard. Nice curly brownish hair. He was wearing shorts and I just wanted to get on my knees and get in them to that bulge that was really obvious. Chris caught me gaping and leaned over and whispered. “Don't be too obvious, Mike. Patience.”
We went out for a celebratory meal and Goran, with his perfect English, seemed unfazed by losing. He was charming and funny and, with a glass of wine in his hand, said “It's so nice to be with gay guys on the tour...there are very few of us.”
Chris grinned and said, “Yeah, Goran. We need to stick together. Got a boyfriend?”
Goran looked pleased to be asked and said, “No, but I had one last year. It's hard to have boyfriends with all this travelling.”
Chris looked at me with a sober expression and said, “I suppose we'll see how that goes, won't we Mike?”
For one, I was thrilled that he thought of me as his boyfriend, but for another I realized he was right. We would need to work this out. If Chris was going to be climbing the ranks, he would be travelling more and more, to bigger and bigger tournaments all over the place. How would we figure that out? Would I go with him? Too many questions.
After dinner, a little drunk, we walked out into the hot sticky night. Brad and Seamus decided to head to their hotel room and, I assumed, fuck like bunnies. They had been all over each other at dinner so I wasn't surprised.
The three of us decided to walk a bit in the hot, still night. We walked into the hills around the tennis academy and Goran pulled out a joint. With a grin, he passed it around and once we were all a little baked, he said, putting his arm around both of our shoulders, “You two are very cute. Very, very cute...I wonder if you would like to have some fun? The three of us?” He reached into my shirt and tweaked my nipple.
I liked this guy's openness and I could tell Chris did as well. He said, “That sounds very good to me. What do you think, Mike?”
I pulled Goran a little closer and put my hand in his shorts, gripping his cock, and said, “Yeah, that sounds awesome.”
The three of us grinned at each other, and we walked back to the hotel which was just down the road from the tennis centre. When we got into the room, I said, “I want to watch you two kiss?”
Chris didn't hesitate and he reached for Goran and pulled him close and I was struck by how tall Goren was, but he leaned down and they went at it with lots of wet tongue and mashing their lips together. I could see them rubbing their groins together and then I thought: I know what I want. I got on the floor and pushed them apart. I pulled Goran's shorts down and realized he wasn't wearing underwear and his big fucking cock sprang out. I did the same for Chris and pulled his shorts off with his briefs. I admired both guys' legs: strong and lithe, and Goran's were hairy and dark which was such a contrast to Chris with his more sparse pale fuzz.
Their cocks were a similar size and I took one in each hand. I looked up and they were still kissing really deeply. I rubbed the heads of their dicks together, mixing they juices that flowed out, making the heads all slippery. Still holding the heads together, I licked them both, enjoying the salty tang of their precum, and the buzz of a little sweat. I heard Chris's voice above me say, “Let's see if he can take both us.”
They pushed their cocks toward me, and I pressed the heads into my open mouth, squeezing them in. They each pushed and stretched my lips, but could only go so far, but it was fucking fun. I pulled Chris' out and concentrated on Goran. His cock was thick and veiny but the length was familiar – and compared to Jack, totally reasonable – so I swallowed it, playing my tongue all over the underside. I felt Goran grab my head and he fucked my face a few times, then he pulled me off and pushed my face onto Chris's dick. The two had decided to take me.
I looked up at Goran and he was watching me with a half-smile, slowly stroking his cock. I spat Chris out and stood up and went to the bed saying, “Goran, I want that cock in me...”
He seemed surprise by my take-charge attitude, but he grinned and watched me pull a bottle of lube out of my bag and I tossed it to him. I crawled on the bed and Chris got on with me. He sat at the head, leaning against the wall, and said, “Only if he sucks me off at the same time.” He was stroking himself so I moved up on all fours and starting to suck on his balls. Because of the heat he tasted sweaty which kind of drove me nuts. Guy sweat. Nice.
I felt Goran jam some lubed fingers in my ass and I twisted my hips and helped him go deeper. Then I felt his voice in my ear say, “You want me to fuck you hard?”
“As hard as you want!” I turned back and slurped up Chris's dick, his big, beautiful sweaty dick and I let my tongue wash it as I pushed my face down on it.
Goran gripped my hips and I felt him run his cock up and down the crack of my ass a few times, then he found my hole and pushed, and I pushed back. I wanted him to impale me. His first fuck came fast, and he drove those muscular thighs and my whole body was jerked forward, pushing Chris's dick even deeper into my throat. I almost didn't need to work to take Chris' cock because Goran was fucking me so hard. I felt stretched by it and Chris seemed to be doing the same thing, taking my mouth. I felt the head of his prick exploring my throat. Fuck, this was intense.
Goran fucked harder and Chris pulled my head all the way down on him, giving me a bunch of short fucks in the face. I was being taken, just like I wanted to be. I managed to grab my cock and stroke it a few times, but I was almost too distracted.
I heard Chris's voice say, “Let's flip him over.”
Then I felt Goran slide out of me and he grabbed me around the chest and flipped me over onto my back. But Chris was the one to get between my legs and he said, “He's mine.” And he gave me a big grin and I knew he didn't just mean fucking. I grinned back at him, at my very own tennis champ.
Goran got beside me and ran his big, thick cock on my face, still shiny from fucking me. I licked it from his balls to the head, tasting lube and myself, then without any warning, he shoved it deep into my mouth. And Chris did the same, pushing my legs aside so he could lean down and his mouth joined mine on Goran's cock. While my mouth was stretched, he licked the sides as it pistoned in and out of my mouth, and Chris fucked hard. Really hard.
Finally he had to sit up and concentrate, going fast. I managed to look up into Goran's face and he was grinning at me. He ran an affectionate hand over my head as his cock pushed and his hips flexed. Then he took my head in his hands and fucked harder. Chris fucked harder. My whole body was being used and I fucking loved it.
Chris was the first to make it to the top and he threw his head back and said, “I'm the fucking champ,” and I could tell he was blasting cum into my ass. Goran laughed and fucked my face even harder and I felt his dick swell and I grabbed the base for stability and turbo-charged jets of cum spurted into the back of my throat, one after the other. I choked and swallowed, and choked again. His cum was thick and almost sweet, not as pungent as Chris'. He pulled out a little and more pooled onto my tongue, then he pulled out completely and a stream ran out under my nose. The smell was heavenly. Then Chris leaned down and sucked the cum off my face and we kissed, then suddenly all three of us were kissing, trading Goran's cum between us.
But of course, Chris wasn't done. He licked his way down my neck, my chest and then Goran joined him and they both started sharing my cock, their lips moving all over it and I gasped, “Fuck, I'm going to...” And that's all I managed to say before my body exploded and I shut my eyes, and I could feel them both lapping the cum that poured out of me. I opened my eyes and they were still licking it up then they kissed with my cock between them.
I was breathless and I had to close my eyes again while my body settled down. As I lay there, these two athletes moved up on either side of me and wrapped their arms around my sweaty body and Chris tucked his face in my neck and I felt Goran's nose on my cheek. We were hot and wet and sticky and happy.
I turned to Chris and there was a big streak of my cum on his face. I leaned over and licked it off. I said, really softly into his ear, “We're in this together, Chris. Whatever happens.”
He raised his head, beaming. He kissed me and said, “Yeah. We are.”
Then I said, “You're a champion. You know that? You're going to keep winning, and I want to be there when you do.”
He looked almost embarrassed and said, “Yeah, I hope so. On both counts.”
I heard Goran say, “Only if I don't beat you first, Chris. But you are an awesome player, and I look forward to a rematch. But the next time we play, I get to fuck you afterward.”
We all laughed and snuggled in close, despite the heat. It was hard to sleep because of how hot it was, but I dozed off and on. At some point, Goran left for his room because near dawn, I woke up and it was just the two of us. Chris was sprawled out on his back and there was a sheen of sweat on his body. I wanted to suck him off, but I was too hot, so I tucked my face into his fragrant body and dozed some more.
--
We got back to Boston and all the teachers celebrated Chris's victory and Chris, I think a little overwhelmed, laid low. But he was pumped. I could tell. And Brad told me they had been talking money. Brad said he needed a financial advisor, something that hadn't occurred to either of us. Chris suddenly had money.
So Chris quietly entered a bunch of other tournaments in various places and I could tell some kind of determination was coming out of him. He didn't make a big deal about it, but I could tell he wanted to move up the rankings.
And at the same time, I was retired from competition. And it felt not just right, but good. I realized I had always felt this pressure to perform and I was sick of it. I was happy to be an instructor and, it occurred to me, I could be a coach. Chris was the one to suggest it. He wondered if I should coach him, but I said that would be weird. To be fucking your coach? Maybe not a good idea.
Chris had a tournament in a few weeks in Australia, a lead up the Open which he had entered. He wanted me to come with him and I thought, well, this is life with Chris, so I better get used to it. And he could buy the fucking plane tickets now that he had money. And Chris wanted to hire Brad to be his coach. Maybe Chris would need a higher-level coach some time, but for now, I could see this working. Brad was into it.
In the midst of all this, I kept wondering where Jack had disappeared to. Silence. He didn't respond to my last text. I found I was getting angry so I sent him another one basically saying if I didn't hear from him I would take that personally. I had wanted to end it by saying 'fuck you' but I restrained myself.
It worked. The next morning after I hauled myself out of bed and got Chris out the door of my apartment to what was turning into a regular coaching session, I got a text from Jack.
Mike, I'm so sorry for the radio silence. I've been doing a lot of thinking. Yesterday I told my wife we needed to split. She asked why and I told her. Not about you, but about the fact that I'm gay. There, I said it. I'm almost in Boston...can we talk when I get in?
Jack.
I was a bit shocked, but game for whatever was coming. I sent him a text telling him to come over. When he got to my place and I opened the door and said, “Hey, Jack. You look tired.”
He walked in and stood as if he wasn't sure what to do. Finally he said, “Yeah, I am. My wife kind of freaked out and told me to fuck off. She's calling a lawyer and that I better call mine, yadda yadda. Things are getting real.” He stopped and swallowed, then went on. “How are you?”
I said, “Come, sit.” Once he had settled on the sofa, I said almost guiltily, “Things are good. Chris won his last tournament and we're headed to Australia for the Open.”
Jack looked surprised and happy, his brown eyes seeming to brighten a little. “That's awesome. Good for him. And tell Brad no hard feelings about how badly I beat him back then.”
I smirked at Jack and said, “Oh, Brad is just fine. He has a boyfriend – remember Seamus Kahn?”
“I do! He was really good...but he was injured, right?”
“Yeah. He's an amazing instructor now. He works with kids, mostly. And Brad is coming with us to Australia as Chris' coach.
Jack looked wistful and I realized he must be hurting about that, too. I said, “So, Jack...what's up?”
“Can I sleep here? I mean with you?”
I stared at him a moment, realizing he didn't just mean sex. I sighed. “I gotta tell you, Jack...Chris and I...”
He looked surprised and said, “Oh...you two are...?”
I gulped. “Yeah, we are.”
“So us fucking...?”
“Was really fun and Chris is glad we had fun, by the way. In fact, I get the feeling Chris would like to meet you. That's a euphemism, by the way. We have that kind of relationship.”
Jack looked a little overwhelmed. He said, “I wouldn't want to complicate things...”
Now I got it. I reached out and put my hand on his arm. “Jack. We had awesome sex. I would love you to fuck me again. That's totally cool. And I bet Chris would be very happy to join. But the only complications are in your head. Chris and I...we are building something together. And I would love to help you find that too, but it won't be with me.”
I could see a bunch of things going on in his head. Finally he said, “I get it. It's not like I wanted us to get married...it's just that being open with a guy is what I want, and you're so...amazing.” He stopped and looked at me. I felt bad for him. But he was on a journey that he had to take on his own. Then he said, with a little smile, “So Chris would be happy to join...?”
I laughed and said, “Yes. Chris wants to see your cock. And probably do things with it.”
Jack's smile got bigger, then slowly faded away and he looked sad again.
I said, “But you'll stay here tonight, right?”
I was struck that he looked relieved and I realized he mostly needed comfort and he needed a friend. I could be that for him at least. I said, “Come on...”
I took his clothes off and we got into bed. I wasn't clear if we would have sex or not. I shut the light off. He lay beside me and I pulled him close to me and willed my cock to not do anything. Then I heard his voice say, “Mike...can you fuck me?”
He pushed his ass against my cock and all the will in the world couldn't prevent me from responding to that big, smooth, muscular ass of his. I reached behind me and grabbed the lube and once I was all slippery, I pushed my way into him. He felt warm and comfortable. I wrapped my arms around his torso and fucked him slowly. It took ages for me to cum. I sped up very gradually but even when I came, I still wasn't moving very much. Compared to when he fucked me, that's for sure.
I felt a deep release and I filled his ass with cum. I kissed his neck and I heard him moan a few times and I could tell he had cum. I said with a laugh, “Did you spray all over the bed?”
“No...I collected it in my hand. Want it?”
“Fuck, yeah!”
He let me lick a surprising amount of cum off his hand.
--
After Jack left the next morning, I called Chris.
“Mike...how are you?”
“I'm good. How was training, yesterday?”
“I was beat, but it went well. Brad is a slave-driver.”
“Jack surprised me by showing up here last night.”
“Wow. Awesome. How is he?”
“He left his wife, he's freaking out, he has a crush on me...but I told him I was taken. By you.”
There was silence on the other end. Then Chris said, “Dude! You're taken! By me! How good does that sound? And you've got me, Mike, we fucking have each other!”
We did, and I wished he was there to kiss. “And then I fucked him. It was nice and relaxed.”
“Very cool, Mike.”
“I think he wanted it more than I did. He wants to meet you, by the way.”
“As long as he's clear about us, I would love to find out how big his prick is.”
“He is clear. That was the whole point of the conversation. Maybe when we come back from Australia we can get together with him.”
“That will be fun. Well...I've got to sleep. I'm knackered, but I miss you. See you tomorrow?”
“Of course. You're the sweetest guy ever, by the way.”
I was sure he was blushing, and he said, “Well, so are you. I wish I could kiss you right now...”
We hung up and I sat for a while feeling pretty fucking good about everything.
