Australia and Goran; Boston and Jack
Australia was a blur but it was a really good blur. Chris was the runner up at the first tournament before the Open, which was a real boost, since the guy who beat him was a top seed. And he didn't lose by much.
Then, preparing for the Open, he was in the practice courts all the time. No fucking. Oh, we jerked off a couple of times to some stupid porn, but it was just to release some tension.
Once the Open was almost upon us, I was pretty much on my own. Chris was warming up and training and warming down and then starting all over again. Brad was relentless. I spent time with Seamus, seeing the sights of Melbourne and we went to a few bars, meeting some Aussies.
Chris seemed really ambivalent about being in his home country. I could tell he associated the whole place with his shitty parents. It was too bad, because it's a beautiful place. Like the beaches. Gorgeous. Seamus and I hung out by the water and enjoyed the nice weather. I had to be careful being a pasty white guy and we both spread sunblock on each other which, not surprisingly, got us all horned up.
I managed to doze off in the sun, but then I woke up and leaned on my elbow. I admired Seamus' lean body, his dark skin glinting in the sunlight, his strong legs all muscular and lithe. He was wearing this little yellow bathing suit that barely contained his cock and contrasted amazingly with his skin tone. I wanted to get in there, but public and all. I poked him and said, “Hey Seamus...you want to go back to the hotel...?” I grinned at him, sliding my hand into his bathing suit, wiggling my finger against the head of his cock.
He grabbed my hand, but grinned at me. We packed up our stuff and made our way back to the hotel and the air conditioning. We met this guy waiting for the elevator. He was wearing tennis clothes and I assumed he was in the tournament. A slim white guy about my height with a blonde buzz cut. He was totally checking us out.
So Seamus took charge. He said to the him, “I'm Seamus...you want to come to our room for a beer?” We got in the elevator and stood close to him. He was blushing, but Seamus ran his hand over the guy's package and that seemed to do the trick.
We got into the room and Seamus pushed the guy to his knees and slid his bathing suit down enough so his cock sprang out. I watched them and pulled off my suit and sat on the bed naked, jacking my cock slowly, enjoying the scene. The guy lapped at Seamus' muscular brown cock, then started to get into it, sucking it all the way down and playing with Seamus' big balls. I decided to join, so I stood next to Seamus and we took turns feeding our cocks to the guy. When he sucked mine, I pushed his head down, forcing my cock deep and the guy groaned into me. He had pulled his shorts down and was fisting a nice looking, uncut dick that was surrounded by blonde hair. It reminded me of my Chris, but Chris' hair was paler even that this.
Seamus started to fuck the guy's face, pushing the guy's head down so his thick brown pubic hair tickled the guy's nose. He looked at me and said, “Why don't you fuck me while I feed this dude.”
I didn't need an invitation. I grabbed some lube and stood behind Seamus, admiring his big muscular ass. I got down and lubed up my fingers and fucked him with my hand. Then, once my own cock was nice and slippery, I slid it into him. I hadn't fucked Seamus very often, and I wondered why. His ass was gorgeous and his hole was tight and smooth. There was more skin tone contrast between my cock and him which I got off on, and I realized Seamus had all this short black hair on his ass that I hadn't noticed before. I wrapped my arms around his torso and started to fuck, gyrating my hips so my cock was swirling around inside him.
The blonde guy was feasting on Seamus' cock and making all kinds of sounds while he jerked himself off. Seamus took him by the head again, and as I fucked him, he thrust his own cock deep in the guy's mouth, choking him. The guy gagged a few times, but clearly was enjoying himself.
Maybe it was all the sun, or the unexpectedness of this threesome, but I knew I would cum soon. I purred in Seamus' ear, “I think I'm going to fucking fill your ass.”
He turned and we tried to kiss, but the coordination was too crazy, so I just kept going and sure enough, with a sharp bolt of electricity through my cock and up my back and through my dick, I blasted Seamus' ass with cum. I pulled out suddenly and moved around, still spewing, and came on the kneeling guy's face. Seamus laughed and gasped at he same time, then I could tell he was filling the guy's mouth. He also pulled out and spewed the last of it on his face. We both got down and cleaned all the cum up and kissed the gut very sweetly and sent him on his way.
Before he left, he told us his room number in case we wanted a repeat. You never know, right? Mikal. Swedish. Hot as fuck.
Seamus and I collapsed on the bed in the cool room. We lay there, naked, and dozed. Later, Brad came in and I suggested I suck him off, but he shooed me out of the room, wanting to nap with Seamus which I thought was fair. This also meant that Chris must be in our room, so I made my way there.
I got in and Chris was in the shower. I joined him and to his protests, I said, “Relax. I was just with this Swedish guy who sucked Seamus and I off, and I gave Seamus a load, so I'm good.”
Chris laughed so hard I thought he would fall out of the shower. He kissed me and let me jerk him off. Once I had cleaned my hand off with my mouth, we got onto the bed for a nap.
I asked, “How goes the training?”
He turned to me and put his chin on my chest. “Hard as fuck. But I think I'm almost there. Brad is really good at this. I think he's the best trainer I've ever had.”
I was surprised because I had no idea Brad was good at this. But I was happy. Chris seemed quiet and confident, a combination that I think is perfect for tennis. No bravado. No grandstanding. The guys who do that? They always tank.
We dozed for a while and went out for dinner. The Open was in three days. Fuck. I would have been out of my mind. I guess that's another reason I quit.
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The short version of the Open was that Chris made it to the semi's. Not fucking bad. He lost to this other American dude you've probably heard of. Apparently he's an idiot and homophobic. But Chris was stoked and when he finally got through all the media shit and change-room shit and other stuff, he met us outside the Tennis Centre. We went out for a boozy mid-afternoon lunch.
We wanted to get back to centre court to watch Goran who was playing the other semi final match. The four us sat in the sun and cheered him on. Goran played like a fucking champ, but he was playing the guy who won the tournament. You know who I mean. Apparently he's shit too. But the guy won.
Once Goran emerged from all the same shit, we all went out for another boozy meal and Goran got us all stoned. Really fun. Brad and Seamus, as always, went back to their room to fuck. The three of us wandered the steamy streets and finally Chris said, “I want to go to bed.” He looked at Goran and said, “And before you make any suggestions, I want to go to bed with Chris. Just Chris. Tomorrow you can join, Goran. But Chris is my guy...” and he turned and kissed me, “...so we get to fuck on our own now and then.”
Goran smiled his solar flare of a smile and leaned over to Chris and kissed him, then me and with lots of tongue. He said, “Save some of your cum for me.”
We wandered back to the hotel and I put Chris in a bath and washed him gently and massaged his legs and then his cock, and I slid some fingers in his ass. Then he found some energy and pulled me out of the tub and we got into bed. I expected him to fuck me, but he said, “I want you in me, Mike. Fuck me, but do it slowly.”
I got us lubed up and Chris lay down and twisted himself so I could fuck him from behind, but he could still look at me and we kissed and I slowly, carefully slid my dick into him. He sighed as if it was the best thing in the world and almost in slow motion, I started to fuck. I thrust back and forth, and kissed him, then leaned over and sucked on one of his nipples while continuing my slow motion exploration of his asshole.
He closed his eyes and very gradually, I moved a bit faster and I licked his neck and took his cock in my hand, stroking as slow as I fucked and we kissed a whole bunch. I feasted on his skin: licking his strong shoulders, his powerful arms, his amazing pecs with all their pale fuzz. I cupped his balls and rolled them around while he jacked his cock and by then I was going faster and somehow between the slow build of friction and all the tastes of Chris, my amazing, champion Chris, I realized that I was ready to cum and even that was slow. It gradually built up in my balls and the tip of my cock and I bit his ear.
I said, “I fucking love, you Chris...” and the words just left my mouth and even though I hadn't thought about it at all, I knew it was fucking true.
He turned to me and his grin could have lit up Australia.“Fuck, Mike! I love you, too, you bugger!”
We both laughed and as I laughed, my body shook and my cock poured cum into him and I gasped and we kissed and we did all the things. We always do all the things. He kissed me, then he moved so my cock slid out of his ass and he jacked a huge load into my mouth which he immediately shared with me, swallowing most of it, but cum was running down my chin and onto my chest and he licked it up and we kissed and kissed.
We lay there, exhausted. Chris was exhausted. I went and got him some water. I massaged his back and legs which he said were stiff. I rubbed some nice smelling stuff onto his temples and I tucked myself into bed behind him, shut off the light and we both fell asleep. In love.
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So yeah, the next day, we got Goran to come over and he totally fucked Chris. He marched into our hotel room and pulled his shorts off and said, “Are you ready, Chris?”
Chris was beside himself with laughter, but he pulled his shorts off and got on his knees and sucked Goran for a while. It seemed fitting, somehow. But Goran pulled him up and threw him on the bed. When he was all lubed, he pulled Chris' legs up to his shoulders and drove his big, meaty cock into my boyfriend. I decided I needed to balance things, so I stood up on the bed and pushed Goran's mouth onto my cock. He groaned and was clearly enjoying himself. I ran my hands through his dark curls and he manged to slip some fingers in my ass.
He fucked Chris hard and fast and filled my Chris with cum, then I filled his mouth with cum. Chris, of course, got up and fed me his dick while Goran watched, and I got a mouthful.
We lay around and talked and ordered room service. I think the boy bringing the food was a little shocked, because he knew who we were. I had half a mind to ask him to join us, but he scampered away, clearly scared.
And then Goran fucked me. The guy was insatiable. He worked my asshole for a long time while I sucked Chris and we exchanged more cum. Chris got in my ass with his mouth and sucked, then shared it all around. We dozed into the wee hours, but then Chris and I sucked Goran out of sleep and he jerked his cock off into our mouths. It was all crazy and fun.
He slept with us which was really great. Even if he was a rival, we knew we had a good friend in Goran. The three of us made a pact to fuck every time Chris and he were in the same tournament.
We flew back to Boston – an endless fucking marathon. Two flights that seemed to go on for days. In fact it was almost two days before we got home. I tried to sleep at Chris' place that night and at about three, wide awake, after swallowing a load of my cum, he said, “Why don't we just live together for fuck's sake. What do you say?”
I was still coming down from his really nice blow-job, but I managed to say, “Yes! Of course we should!”
He swallowed the rest of my cum and said, “I'll start looking. It won't be right away...maybe after Wimbledon?” He thought a moment and said, “You don't mind if I...well...I don't know...I've got money, now...”
I knew what he was trying to say. “That I get to be the kept guy?”
He laughed and moved up and kissed me, tasting of my cum. “Yeah, you fuck. That's exactly what I mean.”
“No Chris. It's just the way things are. You're making the big money. I'll contribute what I can. And give you cock. And...well...love you.”
He looked at me for a minute. Really soberly. He kissed me then said, “Yeah. And love you.”
We went to sleep, another milestone accomplished: The decision to live together. Fuck, my life was changing again.
As promised, I heard from Jack a couple of days later. We zoomed again and he grinned at me. His hair was all artfully mussed, the bags gone from beneath his eyes.. “Tell Chris congratulations. He did so well for his first major!”
“Right? He did. And we made friends with Goran Sibo. Actually, we had amazing sex with him. Really sweet guy and an awesome player.”
To say Jack was surprised is an understatement. And not for the reasons I expected. “Goran Sibo is gay? Wow. I didn't see that coming.”
“Well, you never know, right? We bonded in Tenerife. So to speak.”
Jack laughed. Then he looked serious. “So...the divorce is under way. My wife calmed down and I think it's going to be fine. I'll have to give her a boatload of money, but that's fine. It's only fair. And we're sharing custody of our son. So it's all settled.”
“That's great, Jack. You must be relieved. So when are you coming to Boston?”
He looked unsure. “Uh...soon? Maybe in a couple of weeks?”
“Sounds good. It will be nice to see you. There's a great hotel near my place that only you can afford.” He gave me the finger.
We made plans for when and where and signed off. I was happy his life was settling down. And I was happy he was coming to visit. I told Chris by text and he responded with: “Fuck yeah. I can't wait to see his cock!” My boyfriend the sex maniac.
Two weeks went by and I had arranged that we would meet Jack in a bar not far from my place. A nice bar. Good martinis, nice music, hip people.
When we got there, Jack was at the bar looking nervous in a nice white shirt that accentuate the tan of his face. Chris was in his favourite fuck-me jeans that hugged his muscular ass really well. He was in this black shirt that contrasted wildly with is pale skin and hair. He marched up to Jack and shook his hand and gave him a bro hug. I was a little more expressive and hugged him warmly and patted his ass. We sat at a little table and ordered complicated drinks that claimed to be martinis but seemed to have about ten things in them. It was fun.
Jack was really tense and it was obvious. Chris got us going by asking him a whole bunch of questions about law and other boring shit. Jack then asked him about tennis and players and strategy and all kinds of stuff that I realized Jack kept up with. I just listened. It was becoming clear to me that Jack really missed tennis. He must, I thought, be full of regrets.
After a few drinks, I said, “So Jack...you want to come to my place for a nightcap?” The universal euphemism for fucking. I know. Cheesy, right?
Jack gulped but Chris threw an arm over his shoulder and said, “Yeah, Jack. Come have a drink with us.” He squeezed Jack's shoulder with one of his strong tennis hands. Jack, his dark hair all tousled, looked really cute. I realized his shirt accentuated his chest, and he was wearing these tight jeans that showed off his fucking big bulge. I couldn't wait for Chris to see what was inside those jeans.
I paid the bill and we left, walking slowly down the chilly street. I was always amazed that at night, Chris' ultra blond hair almost glowed like it was magic. He took my hand and we talked about our lives and the past. I took Jack's hand, but I think it was too public for him because he dropped it pretty quickly.
When we got up to my apartment, Chris went and got us some drinks. I put on some music and Jack sat down on the sofa. He was clutching his hands together like he was about to give a speech. I sat beside him and said, “Chill, dude. It's all good.”
Chris came back with some whiskey and we toasted to each other, which seemed appropriate. Chris downed his drink and I could tell he was about to take charge. He put his glass down on the coffee table and turned to Jack and without asking, or saying what he was doing, he just started to undo Jack's pants. The little shit. But I was excited.
Jack was so startled he froze and just watched him. Chris looked at him and grinned then pulled Jack's pants off by tugging at the waist and dragging them. Jack went with it and soon he was in his underwear. I could tell his dick was soft. Chris being Chris, was ecumenical and he took his own pants off. His dick, on the other hand, was hard as rock. It was escaping from his briefs, so he pulled them off too. He looked at Jack and said, “See? Easy as anything.”
With an uncomfortable laugh, Jack put his hand in his underwear as if he wanted to check to make sure he still had a cock. I moved closer to Jack and put my hand on his leg, stroking his thick beautiful thigh. There was all this dark hair on it. I said, “Maybe you should watch Chris and I and see what happens...”
I reached for Chris' hand and pulled him closer. I decided we were going to give Jack a show. I took Chris' prick in my fist and licked the head and I turned to Jack saying, “Fucking tasty, Jack. You should try it.”
Jack tried to smile, but he just looked awkward. I had more work to do. I stuck my tongue out and tickled the head of Chris' cock, then I put my lips around the head and sucked and kept tonguing. Chris growled and when I looked up, he was playing with his nipples. His skin was so white and the pale fuzz on his chest glinted in the light. He grinned at me, then looked at Jack. “You've sucked cock before, Jack. You want to join?”
I turned a bit and saw that Jack was finally getting into it. He had lowered his briefs so his big dick was out and he was stroking it with an intense look on his face. Then Chris said, “Or maybe you want us both to suck you off?”
He was so full of suggestions. But Jack said, “Yeah...will you?”
I spat Chris' cock out and moved over to the sofa and Chris joined me. It's actually what I had wanted all along. I wanted Chris and I to experience this fucking big dick. With our mouths. We got on either side of it and started run our lips up and down, then alternating our mouths on the head. We kissed a few times, but concentrated on this this big piece of muscle. It was amazing. Each of us tried to deep-throat it and we both gagged, but we were both having a great time. We went back and forth, sharing the head and what we could get in our mouths, while the other one nursed his balls in their big hairy sac.
I felt Jack's hand in my hair as I tried to push my face down further. His cock was in my throat and with him pushing I couldn't breath, but I managed to hold it. When I finally pulled my face back, a long stream of spit and precum followed me which Chris caught in his mouth. Then he did the same thing. This was cock worship, pure and simple.
But Chris being Chris, wanted more. He got up and said, “Let's hit the bed. It's time I got fucked by that thing.”
I worried that Jack would get self-conscious again by all the references to the size of his instrument, but he seemed to be overwhelmed by lust, because he just grinned and we followed Chris to the bedroom.
A bottle of lube in his hand, Chris sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Jack's cock and lubed him up, then he leaned back and poured a bunch directly into his ass, massaging it in. He looked up at Jack and said, “Ready when you are.”
He lay down with his legs apart, exposing his hole which was wet with lube. A little uncertainly, Jack got up on the bed and got himself over Chris and started to push his cock in. He knew to do it slowly and I could tell that Chris was concentrating hard, as if all his attention was focused on his asshole taking this probably ten-inch monster of a cock.
He moaned and gasped a few times and when Jack was all the way in I could tell Chris was almost overwhelmed. But he gamely said, “Ok, now we're talking. Go ahead and fuck, Jack. See what you can do.”
On my knees, I got up beside Chris and fed him my cock. I hoped it might be a distraction from any pain he might be feeling, but I was also fucking turned on by this, by watching my boyfriend being fucked by Jack. It was kind of wild to have these two worlds colliding.
Jack took his time and started slowly, letting the girth of that thing stretch Chris and for his part, Chris did a lot of breathing as he sucked me off and he kept his own hand moving on his dick which, I noticed, was totally stiff despite the pain he must have been feeling.
He pulled off my cock and looked up at Jack and said – a little masochistically, in my mind, “Is that all you've got? Fuck me!”
Jack looked surprised, but I think he got the message, and put a lot more force into what he was doing. He threw his head back and his hips took off and Chris shut his eyes while he sucked me, and they both seemed to have left this plane of reality. I pulled out of Chris's mouth and he didn't seem to notice. I got down and licked Chris' cock and then pushed my face deeper and stuck my tongue so I could feel Jack's cock and his pubes on my tongue and, when he pulled out, lick the shaft.
I got my mouth back on my boyfriend's cock and I had to lie down to get a better angel. I was still jerking off and I realized my cock was near Chris' face, so I moved closer. He licked the head while I worked on his. Jack's torso was right beside me and I could feel the heat of him, smell him getting sweaty with sex.
My mouth full of Chris, all I could be aware of was animal lust and skin but then I heard Jack gasp above me and he said, “I'm going to blow, Chris...”
On the other side Chris growled, “Fuck....fill my ass!” Jack was breathing really loud and I assumed he was pouring cum into Chris.
At the same time, I felt Chris start to jerk the bottom of his cock, under where my mouth was working, and it was as if his cock had a shower head on it and it sprayed cum into my mouth, more than I had ever had from him. He gasped and kept shooting. My mouth was fucking filled with it. I quickly pulled of his cock and went up to him and spit his cum in his mouth and we traded tongues and enjoyed his massive load.
Chris – and you guessed it – wasn't done. He pushed me away and said to Jack, “Lick my hole, you fucker. Taste yourself and give it to us.”
Jack again looked surprised, but he was all in at this point, so he leaned down and jammed his mouth into Chris' ass and I could hear him sucking his cum out. As directed, he moved up and shared it with Chris, then me, before falling onto the bed.
I lay down next to Chris and put my head on his sweaty chest. All I could smell was sweat and cum. I glanced over at Jack and his dick, which even half hard, was bigger than most. It was oozing cum and I had to lean over and lick it up. If you had asked me a year before if I would have such a cum fetish, I wouldn't have believed you. Never say never, I guess.
After a while, I extricated myself and sat up. I turned to them and said with a big smile, “Who wants spaghetti?”
