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Subject: GAME SET AN MATCH PART ONE Game Set and Match Part One Copyright Van T Z Boi 2010 (The usual disclaimers apply. As it is the tennis season I thought the following might whet your appetite for the fun that can be had on and of court) Murray Andrew pushed open the door to the locker room and wearily stepped inside, he slung his bag down on the bench and slumped beside it resting his head on the cool wooden backrest. ‘It had been a hard fought five set match,’ he thought to himself as he let his tired body relax in the cool air of the room, ‘that Lithuanian kid is a real find, kept me at the top of my game for longer than I expected, I was lucky to beat him.’ He reflected more on the hard won game, Murray at seventeen was now a veteran on the Junior satellite tour, his standing was in the twenties and he hoped to better his place on the list after the current tournament but he could do without lengthy five set matches. ‘Far too tiring,’ he grumbled to himself as he wiped at his still damp forehead, ‘at least I’m through to the third round’. He took a deep breath, the shower called him and he was looking forward to standing under the welcome hot spray. ‘I wonder where the kid is?,’ he asked himself, his opponent a thin rangy blonde sixteen year old who had only appeared on the scent that season had almost beaten him but the final set had showed that his speed and agility was wavering and it was only by making the kid run around that Murray had overcome the exhausted kid, ‘cute looking boy,’ he said to himself, ‘wonder what he looks like naked, that bulge between his legs looked worth more than a second look. I wonder where he went, probably the physio, he sure looked worn out,’ he recalled the tight shorts the boy wore as he walked away led off by one of the ball boys. ‘Perhaps if I stay under the shower he’ll arrive and I’ll get a shot at his pussy,’ he could not recall if anyone else was fucking the kid, ‘the Lithuanian coach kept a strict rein on his small stable of players but no one I know has said they’ve been with the boy,’ he thought to himself as he idly scratched himself between the legs feeling his cock harden at the thought of the blonde naked in the shower beside him. The locker room door opened and Murray looked up expecting to see Serge his opponent but instead a short brown haired boy appeared, the boy dressed in the tournaments ball boy uniform of short dark green shorts and open necked short sleeve lighter coloured green shirt stepped into the locker room, in his hand he held a towel. “You lef’ zis behind,” smiled the boy and held out the towel before him as he walked in. Murray delighted in the boys accent, checked his bag, yes sure enough there lying across the top was the towel he had used on the court, the green striped towel lay across his bag where he had placed it, the colours matched the ball boys uniform. He looked up at the boy and saw where the boys eyes were resting and he smiled, ‘this boy isn’t here delivering towels and he studied the boy, ‘nice,’ thought Murray and he felt his cock thicken as he took in the slim frame, the shorts tight between the legs showing a cute little bulge and the nipples that pushed through the close fitting shirt. “Thanks,” he smiled and took the towel and draped across his own. “Anyzing I can do to ‘elp?” asked the boy. Murray stretched his arms above his head, “I’m just about to shower,” he said and began to tug the sweaty shirt up over his torso. As he eased the damp shirt off he felt the boys fingers as they grappled with the laces to his tennis shoes. He looked down at the brown haired head and then his eyes slid over the boys back to the pert looking buttocks that pointed upwards. He grinned to himself and stretched again, now his shoes and socks were off and the boy sat back on his knees looking up at Murray who simply smiled back. He watched as the boys fingers reached for the waistband of his shorts and started to undo his fly, already his shorts bulged as his cock filled with blood and lust. The boy wasted no time, he tugged open the shorts and then unbuttoned the trunks that were Murray’s preferred undergarment when on the court, the fleshy tube of the teenager’s cock almost leaped through the opening but the boy was fast and captured the leaky cock head in his mouth and quickly bobbed up and down. Murray groaned with delight as the boys expert touch, ‘suck first,’ he decided, ‘then a fuck, that’ll help get rid of the tensions of the game then perhaps another fuck, a stand up fuck in the shower,” he sighed at the prospects and then pulled the boy off his cock. “Strip,” he commanded and as the boy unquestioning removed his clothes, Murray slid his shorts and trunks off, now both were naked. The two took stock of one another, ‘well he’s definitely young’ though Murray observing the small stub of a cocklet that stood proud of the hairless groin, the bubble of a sac hung empty below the pulsing dicklet. ‘and those pointy teats have been well sucked to look like that,’ he considered the flat chest with the hard pink nubs and his cock twitched, he wonder what the boy’s pussy would look like, a small pucker of wrinkled skin no bruising to show how well fucked the boy probably was, ‘I bet he’s real tight,’ hoped Murray, adding ‘ that was the beauty of this small French tournament, the ball boys were young and very agreeable.’ He recalled that following his match the previous day he had gone out on to the practice courts for a warming down session and had ended up fucking an athletic ten year old who had made himself available and back in the locker room to shower he had observed a number of the other players getting similar service from a range of ball boys, all of whom appeared well trained in their off court activities. ‘If anything the ball boys here get better looking each year,’ it was the only junior tournament that let the matches go over five sets, the tournament stretching itself over two weeks instead of the usual one and it was an boys only event. Murray thought about the wild times he had experienced in previous years at this event. The ball boy took note of the seventeen year olds muscular physique, the well defined six pack across his torso and best of all the fat, thick eight inches of teen cock that dribbled its clear juice and pulsed and throbbed its promise of rich reward for his already twitching boy pussy. Murray pulled the boy back down on his knees and the eager mouth went to work. Murray lay back against the wooden backrest his head resting on his hands, his legs spread wide so the boy could do his job and he wriggled and throbbed as the boy magnificently expert brought him to his climax, his thick head expanding inside the hot mouth to deliver eight very satisfactory bolts of teen seed that the boy swallowed with ease. “Uuurrrgghhh, that’s awesome sucking mate,” moaned Murray as he pressed the boys head to keep him on his cock, the boy responded and knelt there suckling gently at the slowly throbbing cockhead and swallowing the copious teen dew that trickled from the cockslit. For a few minutes escort bayan Murray lay back relaxed as his body returned to normal and his cock recovered its full firmness, during this time he caressed the boys head, pressing it down as his cock grew to its full length, feeling the sensation as the boy took the very head right into his young throat. Now his cock was rampant again and with it his lust, he eased the boy off his cock and both looked at each other, then the boy smiled a big beam of a grin and spun around so that he was flat on his back , his legs held apart to show the puckered skin that surrounded his boy pussy, as Murray had thought it was a slight brown colour with no sign of bruising. Murray took a long look at the gorgeous sight and turned to his bag to look for the tube of lube, as he produced it the boy tapped his leg with one of his feet and Murray turned to look at him. “‘is okay,” he grinned and using his fingers he pulled open his boy pussy to show the wet gleam and Murray grinned on seeing the boy was so well prepared. Murray knelt down between the open legs, he placed the head of his prick at the greased opening and pushed forward, to his delight his cock slid in steadily and easily, he looked up worried that his size would hurt the boy but all he saw was the satisfied smile that the boy wore. “Is so good,” grinned the boy and then he chuckled and added, “now we fuck.” Murray agreed and began to slide his cock in and out of the so tight and so hot boy pussy. As he worked his cock in to its full eight inches the boy cried out and quivered and Murray felt the pulsing around his shaft, he knew that sensation and realised the boy had just had a minor dry cum. He bent forward and suckled at one of the boys teats, as he did do he felt the boy groan throatily and at the same time he felt the grip around his cock tighten and pulse. He suckled again and found there was a similar reaction, “now I know why his teats looked well sucked. Murray began to work the boy’s trigger, sucking gently and swiftly, strongly, sometimes biting the now even more swollen chest nubs, each time the boy shuddered and groaned and the pulsing grip of the boy’s pussy around his cock gained in strength and speed and heat. Murray now worked out how to trigger the responses he wanted and began to suck and bite the boys teats, making the boy writhe and wriggle with even greater passion. As he suckled he pounded the boys tightening, grasping boy pussy, rubbing his cock head across the little inner button increasing the boys desire and lust. Soon his pounding and suckling produced the desired result and he felt the boy burst with another speedy heated spasm around his cockhead, squeezing it so hard and swiftly that Murray almost lost it himself, but he steadied himself at the last moment and watched as the boy had a major body churning dry orgasm. “Ohhh, uuuurrggghhhh,” cried the boy as he shook uncontrollably before he went limp and limpid underneath Murray’s still thrusting cock. Murray grinned, ‘what a fuckable find this kid is,’ he smirked to himself,’ and he gently kissed the damp lips, the boys eyes fluttered open. “Again,” breathed the boy and Murray drew his cock out almost to the head before once again sliding it deep to the root, he was amazed and excited to see the boy had yet another spasm. He bent his mouth to one of the boys nipples and the boy pulled him away. “No, plis is too sensitive now, later,” the boy whispered and added, “just fuck okay?” Murray proceeded to do as the boy asked and again brought his cockhead to the boys opening before thrusting deep inside the hot pulsing boy cunt. “Faster,” insisted the boy and Murray began to hammer the tight boy pussy feeling the spasms around his cock as the boy had more and more of the small eruptions. The continuing pulsing grasping around his cock and shaft as he moved back and forth was amazing, it was a different kind of milking sensation and he soon found the rhythm that the boy preferred, one that had just as good an effect on his own arousal. Murray fucked the boy steadily, working out the tensions of the long drawn out match as his sexual needs mere met and raised, the boy was bleating now, almost continuously as the constant spasms of his own delight took place. Murray felt the mewling cries as they kissed, tongues duelling as the boy sounded his delight from up his throat. The pulsing rhythm around his cock grew stronger and stronger and he felt his own end coming, he strived to thrust even faster in and out of the vice like velvet glove that held and caressed his cock. Squeezing now and then the head and the ridge, especially when it caught the little nub in the glove that produced even more tighter pulses. Now the spasms came close upon each other and then Murray lost it, his own desire and need took over and he pummelled the hot boy hole, spearing the boy against the carpeted floor as the joyous tickle began its heated journey from his balls to his cocktip and he finally exploded, drenching the now vibrating boy pussy with his cum and then he gasped as the boy exploded too and he grunted as he felt his spitting cockhead being squeezed harder and harder as the boy’s dry cums turned into one giant dry orgasm. Murray felt the cocklet held between his pulsing stomach muscles and the boys writhing tummy expand and throb as the ball boy came dry and oh so hard. “Ohhh fuuuck,” cried Murray as he found himself being squeezed tight as before and then he collapsed on the boy, fucked out for the moment. As he fell he felt the boys arms hold him and the boys ankles drummed a decreasing tattoo on his arse cheeks as the boys orgasm subsided, their mouths sought each other and they kissed sweetly slowly as their passions melted away and normality returned. Locked together on the locker room floor they lay almost as one for those few precious eternal moments of sated lusty desire. “You are one hell of a fuck,” sighed Murray as the moment was broken and they returned to earth and then he realised he did not even know the boys name. “Say who are you, your name I mean?” he asked. “Marcel,” grinned the boy and held out his hand. “Well I’m truly fucked to meet you,” answered Murray as he took and shook the proffered hand. The two chuckled and then slowly uncoupled, Murray looking at his cock which was just normal when it exited the tight boy pussy. ‘I’m definitely doing him again,’ he told himself, ‘this boy is one hell of a find,’ and then the thought hit him. “How old are you?” he asked. “Eight,” grinned Marcel. “Awesome,” beamed Murray, “I know a few teenagers let alone adults who could learn a lesson on how to fuck from you. “Z’ank you,” giggled the boy. Murray made his move, “say what are you doing later on, I mean are you due back on court.” “No ‘is my day off,” Marcel answered and leaning forward and kissing Murray on the tip of his nose added, “I came in ‘spezially for to see you,” and he gently squeezed Murray’s groin as he spoke. “So are you free later on then?” Murray mentally was working out where they could meet as well kocaeli escort bayan as feeling great knowing the fact the boy was obviously interested in him. “You want me to stay,” the boy thought for a moment, “all night?” and he put his head on one shoulder. The prospect of an all nighter with the cute little fucker sent Murray’s head reeling with the possibilities. “Fuck yeah,” he cried out. “I ‘arrange,” smiled the boy and pulled a mobile phone out of his shorts pocket. Murray watched as the boy dialled and then a hurried conversation in French which went beyond his schoolboy French took place. “Is done,” Marcel spoke putting down the phone. “Your parents are okay with this?” Murray was amazed at the way the boy had appeared to sort things out. “Not my parents,” Marcel spoke abrupt, “was my boyfriend Emile.” “Your boyfriend!” Murray’s mouth was agape. “‘E knows I am working the tournament so I tell heem I will see him when it ends,” Marcel shrugged his shoulders and then grinned and added, “is my pussy not ‘is.” “B, bu, but what about your parents, don’t they?” Murray stuttered. Marcel cut across him, “Emile lets them stay in his house, no rent,” he giggled. Murray’s mouth dropped open even more, this boy was astounding him. ‘I knows the French have a different attitude to sex but this was so beyond anything he had experienced he was still totally gobsmacked by the boys attitude. “You want look at Emile?” grinned Marcel and picked up his phone. Murray looked at the picture, he saw a mature adult, balding but not that handsome or attractive looking. He looked up at Marcel a puzzled look on his face. “Why him?” he asked befuddled at the boy’s choice. “‘E ‘as a red Porsche,” grinned Marcel, “Brrm Brrm, vairy fast, vairy noisy, good fuck machine.” Murray sat back totally amazed, ‘the boy is just too much,” he thought and then another thought crossed his mind but Marcel was there before him. He produced another picture. Murray stared at the picture of the erect cock, it was not that big and certainly no competition to his. “I ‘know,” Marcel caressed Murray’s now thickening teen rod, “Emile ‘e is not beeg like you, like other tennis boys but I like beeg cock tennis boys.” Murray laughed out loud and then he looked at Marcel, “But you weren’t here last year.” Marcel worked the phone again, Murray looked at the picture, “‘e ‘as a boat too.” Marcel smirked. ‘Boat,’ thought Murray, ‘it was a fucking yacht and a big fucking yacht too.’ The boy piqued his curiosity, “and the year before?” Marcel produced another picture, “Before Emile was Francois,” he sighed, “‘is cock was bigger than Emile’s but Emile’s boat is bigger,” he fluttered his eyelashes at Murray, “‘an all he could give my parents was a small apartment so now my parents are ‘appy too.” Murray clapped his hands, “You really are something else,” he chortled. “We fuck now?” giggled Marcel stroking Murray’s cock and he cupped his right teat in his hand and pushed it towards Murray. For one moment Murray almost leaned forward to suckle and then he recalled his plan. “Shower now,” demanded Murray intending to put his plan into action, ‘shower fuck first then I can think about tonight,’ he thought as his cock led the way into the shower cubicle. Serge lay motionless face down and naked on the physio table as the tall Scandinavian worked down his legs. The sixteen year old was exhausted from the long match but felt he had done what he could. “He’s fine, its just tiredness,” announced the blond physio, “some massage, some hot and cold showers and plenty of rest and he’ll be ready to play again.” Dieter the boys coach tapped his finger against his chin, “He has a doubles match to play tomorrow, will he be fit?” “I’ll speak to the organiser, get the match time moved later, he should be fit to play best in the late afternoon,” the physio suggested and Dieter nodded. Serge had moved so he now lay on his back. Dieter looked down the slim frame admiring the muscular tone that the last few months of hard work had produced, he gazed at the flaccid teen cock, the tuft of blond hair at the base and the cute egg shaped ovals below. “You did well with the Britischer,” he said, “to take Andrews to five sets is a good sign. I am proud of you,” and he bent close and whispered in the boys ear, “you will get your reward in my bed tonight,” and he caressed the dormant groin and then tweaked one of the taut nipples that stood so proud of the boys hairless chest. ‘The boy is such a loving fuck,’ he thought to himself, ‘I just wish he could be a bit more rougher in bed, but there are other boys who will satisfy that desire before I bed Serge,” he smiled to himself. Serge smiled Dieter had taught him much, improved his game beyond his dreams and he liked that the man was gentle in bed too, he preferred to make love rather than fuck, something he had noticed about the other boys in Dieter’s stable, ‘and on the circuit too.’ He submitted to another round of massage from the phsyio who did his best to bring the boy to erection but Serge would not play his game. ‘He is just so beautiful,’ thought the Scandinavian, ‘makes me think of my brother, oh how I miss him in my bed, that blonde hair, that cute dick, but the boy lying before would not play. “Okay you can shower now,” announced the physio and he opened the door where the ball boy who had brought Serge to his room was waiting on the chairs outside, “you can show him back to the locker room now.” Sebbie the ten year old ball boy stared at the sight of the naked teen, ‘he really is just so angelic,’ he thought and he felt his boy dicklet harden. He grabbed Serge’s clothes and bag and held the door open, “This way,” he smiled his best welcoming ‘I’m available,’ smile. Serge stood up, for a moment he gave a thought to his nudity and then shrugged his shoulders, ‘I am going to hit the shower anyway,’ he said to himself, ‘and the locker room is not that far away.’ Sebbie led the naked youth through the corridors to the locker room. “This is it,” he smiled opening the door and stepping in after the naked teenager. He placed the youth’s belongings on the bench a little way along from Murray’s noticing the pile of ball boy uniform and wondered which of his fellows had scored with the British boy with the big cock recalling the fuck they had enjoyed the previous day. ‘I hope he fucks me again before the tournament is over,’ he smiled at the prospect and made his move on the naked boy before him. “Anything I can do for you?” he asked and gently caressed the slim tube. Serge gently removed the boys hand, “No thank you,” he spoke politely, “after the long match I need to shower as the physio instructed. Thank you for your help,” he added. Sebbie put his head on one side and cheekily asked, “Can I get a little kiss then?” Serge laughed, “Okay little one,” he replied and before he could bend down Sebbie’s mouth was kissing his cock. “You little devil,” he cried jumping backwards. “You sure I can’t?” Sebbie again squeezed the sweet tasting teen rod. “Out,” laughed kocaeli escort Serge and pushed the boy out of the door. He stretched languidly, noticed that Murray’s clothes and bag were still there and looked at the door to the shower area, he could hear the sound of running water and, he cocked his head on one side there were other sounds, sounds he was not sure what they were. Philippe the sixteen year old ball boy captain smiled at the cute black haired twelve year old. He was in his little office, it was his second year as Ball Boy Captain and once he reached seventeen he would have to vacate the post and look for work in other tournaments. He had enjoyed his time in this particular tournament, he like many of the ball boys had began his career at the age of seven, and he was well aware it was his other ball handling skills that had kept him in the team, now rising to the important position of Captain of the Ball Boys. He hoped his final year would be excellent and that his reputation would be furthered by what he accomplished in his final year. “So Dimitri settling in okay?” he smiled at the new addition to his team. The slim twelve year old nodded his head, “oh yes than you so much for the opportunity.” Phillippe grinned, he had discovered the attractive youngster whilst checking out the beach for possible additions to his team. Dimitri was in town competing in a regional swimming competition. He was with his coach and mentor, Armand a failed Olympic swimmer who had gone back to working in his parents shop when he realised he would never reach the standard to win at Olympic level. It was when he had been delivering to Dimitri’s grandparents farm that he observed the young boy swimming in the river close to the farmhouse. He had been intrigued at the boys prowess and instinctively had timed the boy’s speed, he was so impressed that he spoke to the boys grandparents about the boy. They had explained that Dimitri was staying with them whilst his mother, their daughter dealt with a now difficult pregnancy, Dimitri’s own pregnancy had been difficult too and it had taken their daughter a long time and a number of miscarriages before she had managed to keep her latest attempt to the point where the hospital had decided to keep her on a complete bedrest regime and this meant no visitors, hence the need to arrange to have Dimitri’s stay with them and wait until his new brother finally made his appearance. Armand expressed his own interest in the boy and the grandparents knowing of his Olympic attempt happily allowed Armand to test him out. Dimitri turned out to be a natural swimmer and under Armand’s tuition went from strength to strength. So much so that Armand had entered him in the regional trials competition which Dimitri had passed with honours. The only drawback to Dimitri’s progress as ever was the cost of training and he and Armand had been wondering how best to raise the money when Phillippe had espied the boy and the money Phillippe’s ball boys were paid for three weeks work was a huge boost to Dimitri’s campaign. Armand unlike most of his fellow coaches or trainers was not a boy lover, as a youngster on the Olympic team he had been part of the extra activities that boys and men get up to but in Dimitri’s case Armand had kept a careful eye on the boy so he had not been subjected to outside interests. Once Armand had left his swimming career behind him he had put an end to his interest in boy sex and now that he was coaching his prot�g�e he was still making sure the boy was safe from the clutches of the men he knew would corrupt his charge. The problem was the money that Phillippe was offering was more than tempting and na�vely Armand gave no thought that what can happen between boys and men in the pool changing room could also happen in other locker rooms and so he had agreed to let Dimitri stay on to earn the money. Phillippe had arranged for the boy to stay with him and was even more delighted to discover that the twelve year old was a complete virgin, something he sorted out within hours of Armand’s departure. Dimitri had taken to sex with the same natural flair he shown about swimming. Phillippe recalled that night as he had brought the boy upstairs to the bedroom. “We have to share a bed?” Dimitri was surprised but not ill at ease at the prospect. Phillippe had reached over and tugged at the top of Dimitri’s pyjamas, “It will be too hot with the two of us in the bed to need these,” he smiled, thinking that the heat he hoped to generate would not be from the sun. He had stripped the boy and then undressed and climbed into be alongside the youth who had stared obviously at him. “What’s wrong with your penis?” he had asked, “it’s all big and pointy and what’s that dripping from the end?” Phillippe had smiled, “I’m just about to show you,” he chuckled. END OF PART ONE To be continued……. 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