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Subject: The Tennis Kid I always wear a rubber Pride bracelet. It’s just a cheap rubber one I picked up at an event booth some time. Occasionally, I get asked why I wear it and out myself to everyone I meet. I explain that I don’t wear it for that. I wear it so that other LGBT people can identify me and know that I am a safe person to talk to. I play tennis quite a bit and I recently started taking group lessons again to brush up on the basics for the upcoming season. I distinctly remember doing warmup drills with the instructor, a sweet, thin almost scrawny instructor that I had worked with off and on for years. He was also gay, so of course he saw my bracelet and invited me home after practice. That’s a story for another time. The usual tennis clinic participants had gathered. From the corner of my eye, I saw someone new come in. He looked geeky and gawky and unsure of himself. Totally my type. “Grant,” Max, the instructor, called from the baseline. I trotted over. “What’s up?” I asked. “This is Ben. He’s new to the group. Ben, this is Grant, one of my star students.” He looked nervous. “No need to look stricken,” I joked, “This is a friendly group.” I flashed Ben a killer smile. He smiled back a bit. Practice got underway and if I glanced over at Ben, he looked away guiltily. He missed a few shots because he was looking at me. “Hey Grant, stop being distracting.” Max called, laughing. I laughed back and shrugged, “I can’t help it. It’s how I am!” Ben turned so red he was almost purple. He was even cuter embarrassed. He was pale skinned with a mop of wavy brown hair that would fall in his eyes. After practice, I came up to him as he was putting his racket away. “You did well.” I said. “Thanks.” “How long have you been playing?” “A few months.” “Awesome. Are you going to join a league?” “I think there’s a junior league.” I looked puzzled. “I’m only 14 he replied.” I thought he seemed young, but decided not to presume. “If you want some hit practice, I can help you out.” “Um. Okay.” “It’s not a big deal if you don’t want to.” He seemed startled by the offer. “No. It’s not that.” “Then what is it?” “Nothing.” “Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” I noticed a guy watching us from the sidelines. Ben went and talked to him. As I walked by, I nodded and intended to keep going. An outstretched hand intercepted me. “I’m Rich,” the man said, “Ben’s dad.” “I’m Grant,” I replied, “I’m also taking lessons from Max.” “Good,” he said, then noticing my wrist band, he hurried to get him and Ben away. After a few twice weekly group lessons, Ben was sitting on the bench tinkering with his overgrip. I sat down next to him and took a big swig of water. “Grant, can we talk?” “Sure. What’s up?” He looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. “You’re gay, right?” I nodded, “Why?” “I wouldn’t know,” he smirked, “Why are you?” “Ha,” I said, paused and continued, “What’s this about?” “I think I might be too.” “That’s cool.” “Thanks.” I thought about it for a second, “Wait, what do you mean “think” so?” “I’m pretty sure. I tried to have sex with a girl.” “And?” “It was weird and I didn’t like it.” I had to laugh, “Well, that’s a hint. I’ve never once heard a straight guy say that.” “What about boys?” “I’ve never done anything with a guy.” “Okay.” “Actually…” he trailed off. malatya escort “I’m not jumping to any conclusions. You have to tell me what you’re thinking.” I could hear the panic in his voice. “Don’t make me say it.” “You want to try sex with a guy.” “Yeah.” “I don’t know any 14 year olds to set you up with.” “You.” “Me?” I asked, feigning innocence. He looked crosswise at me. He knew I knew exactly what he wanted. “You want to try sex with a dude and you picked me.” “Yeah. Don’t get a big head or anything.” “That’s up to you.” “What?” “Never mind, you’ll find out.” “Oh,” he said, then “Ohhh,” as he finally got it. “When?” “Now.” “I don’t think it would be good for me to yank your pants down here.” “I mean, take me home.” My eyebrows shot up, “Whoa, whoa slow down there horn dog. They don’t call people like you jail bait for nothing.” “I don’t want my dad to find out. So, I won’t tell.” “Until I break your scrawny little heart and you want to get even with me.” “Don’t be such a drama queen. Do you what this or not?” He asked, pointing to himself. “Drama queen?” “Yeah.” “Okay. Fine then.” “Really?” “Yeah. You want to try this, I’m game. What about your Dad?” “I don’t think he’d want to do this.” That damned cute as anything smirk returned. “I meant, he usually picks you up.” “I’ll tell him I’m going to Tyler’s house after.” “Ooh, a ruse to fool the ‘rents. I feel 14 again.” “Guys!” Max called, “Stop ogling each other. Break time’s over.” After the lesson, we showered. Me in the men’s locker room him in the boys. Thinking about what he was going to look like bare-assed naked was turning me on. I had to keep the trouser snake hidden. Porn is a little disingenuous. Guys almost never hook up at the gym. I wouldn’t say never, just very rarely. One time a guy saw my wrist band and presumptuously followed me into the shower and grabbed my dick. I let him. I met up with Ben in the parking lot. For some reason he looked younger and more vulnerable standing there at the curb with his tennis bag slung over his shoulder waiting for his ride. It was kind of hot that the people walking past him had no idea that this unassuming, gangly kid was about to get laid. “Ready?” I asked. “Yep.” He followed me to my car and hopped in. Once home, he followed me inside. “Do you want anything to drink?” I asked. “Sure.” He was nervous. I really wanted this, so I didn’t want him to chicken out. “You can relax. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” “Okay.” I opened the refrigerator door. “You can have anything you want.” He leaned over to inspect the contents, affording me a lovely view of what was on offer for me. He pulled out a pellegrino. The kid has taste. Nice. I handed him an empty glass. He filled it, downed it and then looked horrified when he burped loudly. I laughed. That moment of levity seemed to relax him. “What do you do when you’re not playing tennis?” He asked. “Other than work, I play video games, I love movies, the usual stuff. You?” “TV I guess. I used to play video games but I stopped.” “Would it help if I turned the TV on?” “No. I want to go to the bedroom.” “I guess you’re eager to find out if you’re really gay or not.” “Yeah, I guess so.” “Unless, you already know and you just want to do me.” He grinned, “Maybe a little.” “So you were maltepe escort just playing me. You already know.” “I wondered if the innocent act would work.” “So, be honest, what have you done with guys?” “I jerked off with a friend.” “That’s it?” “Into his mouth.” “Cool.” “He swallowed.” “Hot.” “Did he ever suck on it?” “No.” He smirked a bit so I wasn’t sure if he was being truthful or not. I reached out and touched the growing tent on the front of his shorts. He exhaled a bit. I pulled the band enough that his cock popped over the band. “Hop up on the counter.” He did. I went down on him. He gasped. I could feel the semi hard flesh growing rapidly. He moaned and leaned his head back. I pushed his legs further apart so I could lick his balls. They were hanging pretty low because it was hot outside and he was still pretty warm from tennis. I could feel the prickle of his pubic hair on my face. I could scarcely stand how amazing it felt. Here was this cute, sexy kid who wanted me. He could have come up to anyone or even gone online but instead he chose me to help him explore his sexuality. I stood up, reveling in the tasty pop sound his dick made as it came out of my mouth. “I can see why he swallowed. You taste great.” He smiled. “Can I kiss you?” I asked. “Yes.” I leaned forward and our lips touched. I felt his tongue pushing against my lips. I granted him immediate access. A full on French kiss. I could smell the foaminess of the San Pellegrino still om his breath. I felt his hand go to my dick. He was rubbing it through the fabric. His kissing became more urgent. I pulled back. He looked at me with something akin to admiration. He hopped down off the counter, his dick bouncing as he landed. He knelt in front of me and I felt his hands working the button on my khaki shorts. He undid them, pulling them and my boxers down to my ankles. I looked at the gorgeous mop of brown curly hair as it approached my throbbing cock. I felt his hot breath rush across it, then the moistness of his mouth enveloped me. I could feel his warm fleshy tongue swirling around the head. I don’t know if he’d practiced, or figured put what I was doing, or watched a lot of how to videos, but he was a master of cocksucking. He was a natural. I had to push him off. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. You’re welcome to swallow when the time comes, but I don’t want that to be right now.” He grinned. I pulled his shorts and boxers all the way down to his ankles and he instinctively stepped out of them. I easily lifted him back up on to the counter and spread his legs. I leaned back, and just admired. “You are so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that? He shook his head, which made me sad. “No,” he replied, a catch in his throat. I stood back and soaked in his nakedness. His white polo shirt gave him a humanizing element to an otherwise purely pornographic view of dick, balls, and bare ass. I leaned in and kissed him some more. He pulled my shirt off up over my head. His delicate young hands explored my chest and nipples. I love the sensation of him touching me. He gently pushed me back. “Can we go to the bedroom?” I smiled gently. “Yes, we can. I will do anything you want. You are so handsome and sexy.” I took him by the hand and he jumped back to the floor. I lovingly guided him toward the mamak escort bedroom. I think I’m falling in love. I knew I liked him as I watched him move across the tennis court, his brown hair blowing in the wind, the flexing of his calf muscles as he changed directions, and his grins as he made a good shot. Now seeing him so eager and so vulnerable brought out a different emotion. We walked into the bedroom. He looked at the bed and at me. He had walked out of his shorts and left them in the kitchen, so he was only wearing his white Adidas t-shirt. I tugged at the hem. He took the cue and whipped it off. Wow. Here he was, completely nude. His dick was semi erect. I sat on the edge of the bed and drew him to me. I took his penis into my mouth and brought it back to full mast instantly. I gently massaged his butt while I did so. He was slowly rocking back and forth. I could feel it getting larger. I pulled off. This was far from over. He looked down at me. “Turn around.” I said. He looked curious. “I’ve been waiting for this for a while. When you bend over on the court, it’s all I can do not to run up and do this. He was in position. I reached up and spread his cheeks and leaned in. I could smell the musk and soap and I could see the goal, the promised land. I put down a few butterfly kisses around the edge to get him acclimated then dove in. I put my tongue right into his teenage asshole. He sort of grunted slash moaned. I pulled back. “Is this okay?” “Yeah. It just feel a little strange.” “Relax and you’ll get used to it.” I resumed tongue fucking him. He started bucking a little bit. I pulled back and just stared. He looked over his shoulder at me. “Why’d you stop?” “Just needed a break. I’m not 14 anymore.” “Then it’s my turn.” He turned around and pushed my shoulders back. I let him push me back on the bed. I spread my legs and felt him nuzzling against my balls. I felt his tongue licking me and his breath rushing over me with each exhalation. Exhilarating doesn’t even begin to describe the sensation of him down there. I felt him pull a ball into his mouth. I looked down and saw that now familiar mop of curly brown hair moving around as he sucked my nuts. “How does that feel?” A guttural throaty moan was all I could muster. “I’ll take that as I’m doing a good job.” “You are outstanding.” “Good.” He pulled vack and loked at me.” “Take your shirt off.” He said. “I want to see you naked.” I whipped the shirt off and tossed it on the floor. He ran his hands up my torso as he went down on my dick. I clasped his hands in mine in an intimate gesture. His movements were swift and sure. He was definitely getting the hang of this. I sat up and he stopped. “I can’t believe this is happening.” I said breathlessly. He grinned. “Can I sit on your lap?” “You might get impaled.” “I’m counting on it.” He turned and planted his pert little butt right on me. He wiggled a little bit. I almost came right there. It felt it pop in and he let out a little gasp. Usually, I wish I had a bigger dick, but if I did, he couldn’t have done this. I was inside him. My dick was inside his beautiful, gorgeous ass. He slowly started moving up and down. I reached around and stroked his rod. I was in ecstasy. I could feel him building as I stroked him. “I’m about to cum.” I tossed him off of me and dove on him just in time. He unleashed in my mouth. It tasted creamy and salty and delicious. I drank every drop I could tease out of him. He collapsed onto the bed. I grabbed my rod and shot jizz all over him. He was a hot, sticky mess. He showered and I drove him home. Hope you enjoyed it! ~Drew