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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

I've loved reading the stories that guys have posted on here since Fabguys introduced the Forum. The true stories have been particularly horny and enjoyable and, like so many others, I've really appreciated the time and effort the posters have selflessly invested in their writing for the entertainment of others. That said, I thought I'd share the true story of my first time- well, I'll begin the account anyway- and continue if it's received well!?

(Apologies in advance for the quality of my writing- it's not a skill of mine)

It was late June 1989, I'd turned 18 a few days earlier and just left school, having completed my second round of Higher exams the previous month. If the results went my way when they came out in August, I'd be off to Uni in Edinburgh that Autumn, something I was desperate for.

During the spring my school competed in the preliminary rounds of the Scottish school's tennis championships against other schools in the Scottish Borders. The town I grew up in was pretty remote and cut off (Dr Beeching saw to that in 1969) and was/is renowned for it's mighty rugby prowess, not tennis, but, due to the efforts of a dedicated local couple who coached at the club I played at, the town produced a fair number of decent players over the years. We had few problems dispatching the other local Border's schools to qualify for the South of Scotland play-offs against the winning schools from Dumfries & Galloway and Ayrshire. Unexpected, very narrow victories against both meant we'd represent "the South", for the very first time, at the finals in June against the winning teams from the North of Scotland, the East of Scotland and the West of Scotland.

Although I'd left school, (as had a fair number of the other team members) participation in the earlier rounds meant I was eligible to play in the finals, which meant a trip to Edinburgh in the school minibus on a sweltering June day.

I remember vividly the excitement as we assembled in the school car park, awaiting the arrival of the minibus and the teachers who had voluntarily given up their Saturdays to accompany us. A mixture of the usual banter, teasing and predictions of what the day might bring.

We knew we didn't stand a chance, the rural South never won, that acolade always, always went to one of the schools representing the much more densely populated East and West of Scotland areas which included Edinburgh and Glasgow. Nevertheless, the draw for the finals had thrown up semi-finals of North v South and East v West so there was the slimmest of chances we could actually make the final.

I sat down in the minibus beside my mate and doubles partner Stuart, a tall, well-built, good looking lad and the tennis chat continued as our journey began.

Sex was the last thing on my mind.

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By *onBurgundieMan
over a year ago

Edinburgh

Great start especially knowing the ‘lay of the land’ etc. I know a lot of Edinburgh rugby lads who didn’t enjoy playing The Borders as the farmers weren’t gym strong, they were farm strong which is worth a lot more.

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By *addy69400Man
over a year ago

newmarket

Sounds like a bit of fun soon mmm.......

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By *milesMan
over a year ago

Reading

Great start.

What happened next?

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By *eopardABCMan
over a year ago

Coventry

Communal shower after the game too. Expecting loads of fun

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By *aritoneMan
over a year ago

Halifax

A Good Start.

Please Continue when possible.

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Sex was the last thing on my mind.

The journey to Edinburgh would take nearly an hour and a half in the minibus and the teachers succumbed to the girl's requests to switch the radio on. Sealed with a kiss by Jason Donovan came on, (it had been at number 1 for a few weeks) and the piss-taking started- "Listen, it's Nils the pop star", "How's Kylie?" - comments like that. Apparently, I looked like JD, well, I had the same blonde mullet and that was enough- the banter was friendly and I joined in, giving as good as I got. "Kylie's fine" I saud. "Phoned me last night to say she was missing my cock" I added. That brought howls of laughter and a reprimand from one of the teachers. "Any more of that Nils and you'll be getting off this bus in Gala!" were her exact words.

As the laughter died down, I remember thinking to myself "if they only knew it's Jason I fancy and not Kylie". I'd read in Smash Hits magazine that he wore Obsession aftershave so had bought a bottle myself to smell like him. I knew I was gay, but in 1989, growing up in the town I did, being gay wasn't an option. Nobody in my hometown was gay- the men played rugby ffs!

But I was. The song, the singer, the teasing brought it to the forefront of my mind. God, how I couldn't wait to escape to Uni in September, escape the narrow minded, homophobic little town and it's prejudices. Edinburgh wasn't going be nearly as liberal as say London, but it would be another world compared to where i was at the moment.

I didn't come across as gay, I didn't sound gay, I didn't fit any of the gay stereotypes the media projected at the time, I hadn't had any gay experiences but yeah, I was gay.

"You want to play forehand or backhand side for our dubs today bud?" asked Stuart, his question snapping me out of my thoughts. I told him I'd take the backhand side. Stuart had a big serve and a pretty decent forehand and net game, but his backhand wasn't strong- one of the reasons he'd never beaten me in a singles match. He knew that I wasn't being cruel- we were mates and knew we had to play to our strengths. My game was built around speed across the court, determination, big heavy flat groundstrokes off both wings and a never-say-die attitude. My serve wasn't a weapon however, but it was reliable. Being only 5 foot 9, not having a big serve and being a committed baseliner should have meant grass and me hated each other but I actually really enjoyed playing on it. The ball bounced low and skidded quickly through which suited me as long as my timing was on. My height meant I often struggled with high bouncing top spin balls on hard courts. "Grass is a great leveller" our coach used to say ", "but it'll find you out if you don't turn up with your A game"

I closed my eyes and tried to picture how I'd play. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I was being shaken awake by Stuart.

As I came to, I realised I was hard and tenting my trakkies. I remember hoping he hadn't noticed. That question was answered by his next quip. "Been dreaming about Kylie big-boy?" he winked.

Fuck!!

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By *eopardABCMan
over a year ago

Coventry

Is Stuart interested?

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By *ere4Fun4uMan
over a year ago

Leicester

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By *akingMan
over a year ago

birmingham

Sounding good...so far

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By *milesMan
over a year ago

Reading

Nice growing start.

What happened next?

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By *erry55Man
over a year ago

Portlaoise

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over a year ago

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By *aritoneMan
over a year ago

Halifax

"Is Stuart interested?"

That sounds like a possibility, who knows ?

Please Continue when possible.

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

That question was answered by his next quip. "Been dreaming about Kylie big-boy?" he winked.

Fuck

To this day I remember my acute embarrassment, I turned beetroot red and mumbled "You shouldn't be looking" Stuart laughed and got off the minibus, leaving me to collect my kit and quickly tuck my hardon under the waistband of my trakkies. Luckily we'd ben sat at the back of the minibus and everyone else had got off before he'd noticed and said what he said. I knew Stuart wouldn't say anything to the others, he was too much of a mate to 'land me in it' just for the sake of it.

I followed the others into the tennis club and scanned around to see if I recognised any of the other lads representing the other schools. There were quite a few familiar faces and just as many that I didn't recognise. The ones i did know were regulars on the tennis circuit in Scotland and I'd played a few the previous season. The tournament referee, a self-important, snooty woman who'd also refereed the previous years Championships of the Highlands started to run through the format for the event. Basically each team of 6 boys would play one singles match and one doubles match each against their opposing number from the other team. The best player in each team would play at number 1 and play the number one from the opposing side. Second best would play at 2, third 3 and so on down to 6. After the 6 singles matches were complete, the teams would contest 3 doubles matches, number 1 singles player pairing up with number 2 for the top tie, 3 with 4 for the second etc.

As the school's top player, I'd be playing at number 1 in both singles and doubles. The format meant 9 matches in all for our semi final against the North, first to win 5 would progress to the final against the winner of the East v West tie. It was the same format for the girls teams. Our school was the only one to have both girls and boys teams playing for their area in the finals, the other regions had different schools representing them in the girls and boys competitions. The sprawling club complex had more than enough courts to host the many matches that would take place over the day and I remember thinking, not for the first time how affluent, modern and well kept everything was compared to the club facilities in the Borders.

I remember getting ready quickly, and keeping my eyes down in the changing rooms- I was tempted to eye up the other lads changing but after the incident on the bus with Stuart, didn't want to risk another stiffy. I had no dick control back then (still don't haha)I stored some stuff I didn't need for my first match in blue locker 18, same number as my age (strange the random things you remember from 32 years ago!) and heading to see who was playing number 1 singles for the North.

I was nervous. Really nervous. The school we were playing was an Aberdeen grammar school and my heart sank considerably when I learned who my opponent was to be- Philip Young (name changed), a slight, "posh" boy with a flat kind of face and huge chin - he'd beaten me easily 6-2, 6-2, the previous year at a hardcourt tournament in Perth. I only recognised one of the other lads in their team though (Philip's twin) so maybe it'd level up.

I needn't have worried, the grass didn't suit Young's game at all. His long, loopy forehand and backhand swings, designed to generate as much topspin as possible were killers on a hardcourt but not grass. The green stuff negated his strengths and exposed his weaknesses. He simply didn't have enough time on the ball to execute his style. I played steady if unspectacular, hitting simple, hard flat groundies and his frustration at the low skidding bounces grew with every point he lost. Almost as many expletives flowed from his mouth as errors flowed from his racket... almost. Towards the end I sensed him all but giving up, something I'd never done or ever would do. I took the match 6-2, 6-1 in 45 minutes. As we shook hands, I remember he whined nasally "I would have beaten you on any other surface". I said nothing, I just smiled, collected my things and went to watch Stuart's match.

Stuart, playing at number 2 was taking on Philip's twin Marc. I remember a huge argument between them in the final set over Marc's dodgy line calls (we called our own lines)- Stuart came over to the fence where I was watching and said "This cunt is unreal". I advised him to just keep the ball in play and let "the cunt" self destruct. It worked a treat, Stuart won the last 4 games of the match for the loss of only one point. We were on a roll. Out of the 6 singles matches, our school won 5, meaning we'd won the tie before even playing the doubles. The Aberdeen school decided to concede the 3 doubles matches to us meaning an 8-1 victory and a much longer rest period before the final.

I decided to go to the changing rooms take a shower. I was happy, I was horny and I was going to have a cheeky wank before the final. I'd earned it!

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By *unwithuMan
over a year ago

manchester

Good start. Looking forward to the next chapter

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By *m a slutMan
over a year ago

Melton Mowbray

Great to read a story that is well written and has a good build up.

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Thanks for the positive comments on here and the private messages. I will get to the "good" bit eventually- it's a true story so obviously I'm retelling the events of the whole day in as much detail as i can

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By *itom87Man
over a year ago

Wigan

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By *erry55Man
over a year ago

Portlaoise

Naughty boy!!

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By *rickyWire1Man
over a year ago

Warrington

Please continue

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By *trathmoreMan
over a year ago

dundee

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By *ountyGuy18Man
over a year ago

Leicester Groby Road

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By *uke Smith 73Man
over a year ago

Swansea

Loving the story

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

When Stuart and I reached the club house, the teachers who were accompanying us were lunching on the buffet provided. I remember having the brass neck to bum a smoke off Mr Sutherland (name changed), a young History teacher who'd not long qualified and was a hit at our school with everyone. He was a really decent guy and we stood by the burn adjacent to the courts smoking and chatting away about the Uni course I was hoping to do. He was only 6 years older than myself, looking back I guess he had more in common with me than he did with many of his colleagues. He complimented me on my win and I remember thinking that his words sounded really genuine and non-perfunctory. We walked back to the club house together. I was 18 and felt like a proper adult in his company. I thanked him for the cig and I remember he promised me the rest of the packet if I won my matches in the final.

After grabbing a couple of sandwiches and a drink from the buffet table I headed to the separate changing rooms for my shower and the cheeky wank I had planned.

The changing rooms were pretty much deserted when I entered, most lads were either still playing or were eating lunch. I decided I'd wank first and shower after. I slipped off my trainers and wandered over to the toilet cubicles, chose one, locked the door, took off my shorts and started to tug. Fuck, I was horny. I don't to this day know if it was the heat, the buzz from winning my first match or the events from earlier in the day that caused my raging desire to knock one out, but I just remember that it was "in my head" so it had to

be done.

(Sorry, this next bit is not going to be to everyone's taste) I pulled my feet up so my balls rested on the heels of my sweaty socks and had images in my mind of the porn star Kevin Williams- blonde and popular at the time. I'd seen him in a porn magazine I'd found in the woods that flanked to the town golf course and was smitten. Jeez I'd have killed to bang his arse.

Anyway, i was mid wank when i heard the cubicle door next to me open, close and lock. I remember thinking I'd need to be quiet to continue, no gasps or groans when I shot my load. I continued my fun in silence. I was pretty near cumming when the less discreet tell-tale noises coming from next door made me realise that whoever was in the stall next door was doing exactly the same as me and either didn't give a shit who heard or was oblivious to the fact that I was in the cubicle next door- quite possible- I've always been a quiet wanker- growing up in a small house with an older brother and sister and two very conservative parents ensured that.

I don't know why, but something inside me got the better of me and i needed to know who was wankin next door. Silently, I stepped off the bog, stood up on the toilet seat and gingerly peered over the top (I know, wrong on so many levels) I was greeted with the site of a very impressive uncut cock being furiously wanked by someone I knew and had only recently spoken too. I was mesmerized. Everything in my body and mind was telling me to exit the cubicle asap, but I couldn't. I literally couldn't. I was literally fixed to the spot.

I held my breath and continued to watch ...

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By *anya2020Man
over a year ago

Selby

Amazing story so far

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

When he shot his load, I almost lost my grip on the cubicle wall. There was no internet in 1989, no accessible porn films in Scotland, just mags which were hard to come by, especially as a teen. I'd been wankin for years- when I shot my load it'd come out my bell end arc a few inches and dribble down my shaft. I thought that was normal.

Clearly not.

He was the antithesis to this. To this day, I vividly remember stifling a gasp as he groaned and let go of his cock as the spunk erupted in ropes, shooting upwards and arcing (spelling?) a good 3 feet before splattering in reams against the toilet door. It seemed to go on forever.

I came hands free against the adjoining cubicle partition. I couldn't help it. What I'd seen as a wee virgin lad blew my mind (still does if I'm honest)

He was still oblivious to me watching, he wiped his helmet on some bog roll and left, leaving his massive load dribbling down the cubicle door, dirty bastard.

I cleaned up after myself- and wiped down the cubicle wall like a good boy before leaving and heading back to the club house, head spinning. Absolutely spinning.

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By *milesMan
over a year ago

Reading

Lovin it.

Wonder if you checked out his deposit too

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

I cleaned up after myself- and wiped down the cubicle wall like a good boy before leaving and heading back to the club house, head spinning. Absolutely spinning.

I'd decided against showering, that could wait until the final had been played, plus, guilt had set in, that post-cumming guilt that many of us gay and bi guys experienced in our younger years - before we came to understand and accept our sexuality.

I walked slowly, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I'd just seen my doubles partner Stuart wank out a big load, clueless that I'd been watching. How would I have felt if the roles had been reversed and I'd been the one having my privacy invaded?

What a wee perv! Well, what's done is done I told myself as I climbed the stairs into the club house.

Our girl's team had lost narrowly 5-4 to their North counterparts, coming up short in the final deciding doubles match, despite having a match point. They were clearly gutted but fairly upbeat all things considered. Stuart had an arm round Sarah's shoulder, they'd been an item for a few months. Was it her he'd been thinking about as he knocked one out? Who knows?

I grabbed an energy drink and sat by myself on the steps. The sun was hot but I resisted the temptation to take off my shirt. I was physically fit and my body was ok, but I didn't have the same confidence other lads had about going bare chested and showing it off. Downing the last drops of my drink, I spotted the boys from the West of Scotland boy's school team walking over the grassy bank towards the club house. They were in high spirits and I quickly learned they'd overcome the East in their semi.

Shit, that meant I'd have to play Dwayne 'fuckin' Dodds in the final. I was a decent tennis player but he was in a different class. He had won a fair few singles tournaments both last season and this including the Scottish junior championships.

He was everything I wasn't- outgoing, cocky bordering on arrogant and super-confident about his appearance as well as his tennis prowess. No surprise -he was wandering around with his tennis shirt off, draped over his shoulder so he could show off his torso and chest to anyone who wanted to look.

And loads did. And he lapped it up. 18, tall, tousled fair hair, dark dreamy eyes, toned , muscular body, perfect skin, perfect teeth ..... perfect bastard! He was the kind of lad that the other lads wanted to be and the girls wanted to be with. His reputation preceded him - tennis wise and as horny fucker. He'd fathered a kid at 16 and was rarely seen without some dolly bird or other hanging off his arm.

eI remember walking on to the court for our match and looking skywards and silently mouthing in my head "please god, don't let me get egged" ('Egged' preceded 'bageled' in Scotland as a tennis term for losing a match 6-0, 6-0)

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By *hagmenowplsMan
over a year ago

Hereford

More please

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By *unwithuMan
over a year ago

manchester

Enjoying this story

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

I remember walking on to the court for our match and looking skywards and silently mouthing in my head "please god, don't let me get egged" ('Egged' preceded 'bageled' in Scotland as a tennis term for losing a match 6-0, 6-0

I had never as much as spoken one word to Dwayne Dodds. I didn't like him, yet I fancied him. Everything about him was flashy, his playing style, his smile, his clothes, the souped up car he had. He walked with a swagger. (As my granny would have said - "That lads got a swagger on his arse that could dry wet washing"

So it was to be - the flashy champion against the unspectacular journeyman.

During the knock up i barely got a ball in court. I was beyond nervous, in awe of my opponent and overwhelmed. Every practice serve went into the net and I had to scurry forward to pass balls to Dwayne so he could hit some practice serves. I was a mess.

Stuart was on the adjoining court and had already begun his match. He grinned and mouthed a C'mon followed by the name of our school. He was having fun, enjoying the occasion. That's what I should have been doing but I was shackled by my nerves.

Dodds held his first service game to love. I served 3 double faults in my first service game and lost it to love. Dodds held his second service game to love.

3-0 down in double quick time and I hadn't even won a single point.

I sat down at the change of ends and draped my towel over my head. This was car crash tennis.

I began my next service game with another double fault. As I walked to the net to pick up the balls in readiness to serve again I could feel tears beginning to well in my eyes. Walking back to the baseline I remember steeling myself to force them back. 'Get a fuckin grip' I told myself ',It's the Scottish school's tennis championships, not fuckin Wimbledon'. Despite steadying myself a little and getting to deuce in that game, Dodds broke me again to move 4-0 ahead.

I needed a miracle... and I got one!

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By *ansionsMan
over a year ago

whalley

Great story, brilliantly written

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By *igsWalesMan
over a year ago

colwyn bay

Well I’m engrossed so far mate!

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By *milesMan
over a year ago

Reading

What happened next?

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By *elfryMan
over a year ago

Rossendale

Love this story. Thank you.

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By *ritter1Man
over a year ago

dundee

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By *ivemeashoutMan
over a year ago

Perth

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By *ythingyMan
over a year ago

Sheffield

C’mon! We’re all rooting for you.

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By *acrowmanMan
over a year ago

Dunstable

Great story

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

I needed a miracle... and I got one.

Just as Dwayne was about to hit his first serve in the next game, my miracle arrived.

Inexplicably, without warning, the sprinkler system kicked off and within seconds all 6 spigots courtside started sending fountains of water up into the air and all over the court. Instinctively, both Dwayne and I sprinted to our chairs, frantically grabbed our racket bags and kit and ran towards the court gate, cussing, hollering and laughing all at the same time.

Our exit from the court probably took less than a minute but, by the time we'd escaped the sprinkler's reach, both of us were drenched through from head to toe.

We stood together and watched as the groundsman fumbled about clumsily in the control box outside the club house and eventually shut the system off. The court, like us, was soaked through. With the other courts available all in use, we had no choice to accept we'd have to wait at least an hour till the sun had dried our court sufficiently for us to resume our match.

The incident had got me out of my tennis hell and bought me some time. Right then and there, I couldn't remember a time in my life when I'd ever felt so grateful.

Dwayne and I set off towards the changing rooms together, two lads who didn't know each other, adversaries, suddenly somewhat united by this freak accident. As we walked we talked about what had just happened, how we couldn't believe it, how wet we were and how it was something we wouldn't forget in a hurry.

The walk from our court to the changing rooms was only 40 yards or so, but, by the time we got there, my opinions on Dwayne had already begun to change.

Quite a few other things were about to change too. I just didn't realise it.

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By *eopardABCMan
over a year ago

Coventry

This is more than interesting. More please.

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By *ornyBcoolMan
over a year ago

Stourport

This is just so good !

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By *ust 58Man
over a year ago

london

Mouthwatering

Be good to read what’s in store

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Great story

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By *milesMan
over a year ago

Reading

I’m really enjoying this thread & can’t wait for the next instalment.

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Quite a few other things were about to change too. I just didn't realise it yet.

The changing rooms were deserted as everyone else was either on court or courtside. I opened up my locker and took my things out. My heart sank.

"Aw for fucks sake " I groaned. "What's up Nils?" Dwaybe asked.

"I forgot to bring another tennis shirt" I replied.

"You can have one of mine" said Dwayne "I've got loads". And with that he passed over a brand new Ellesse shirt still in it's plastic wrapping.

"You saved my life man" I said, gazing at the bag and it's pristine contents.

"No worries" , came his reply "Sponsors gave me loads"

He was being both friendly and kind but his last comment reminded me of the gulf between us. He had a racket and clothing deal ffs, a different tennis world to mine.

But, he was being kind. Ridiculously kind. And I was truly grateful. "Thanks " I said again. "I'll get it washed and back ro you at the next tournament"

"Don't be daft" Dwayne chirped, keep it, it's just a shirt. Think of it as a momento of.... I dunno.... Sprinklergate!"

I laughed and so did he. We peeled of our wet shirts, shorts and socks and sat in our jocks, on opposite benches towelling off and chatting about who we thought would win this year's Wimbledon. I couldn't but help stare a little too long at his hairless, tanned chest and dark hard nipples. Fuck, he looked hot. His jock was black- deliberate i guessed so the girls would be able to see it's outline under his white shorts. The bulge, like him, was a thing of beauty.

The conversation lulled for a bit and then Dwayne said "I hope you don't mind me saying but you were having a pure 'mare out there on court against me just then, yet you hammered Young this morning. Have you picked up an injury or something?"

His intrusion caught me off guard.

"Or something" I mumbled, diverting my eyes from his.

He kept at it. I wondered if it was mind games, an attempt to gain a further advantage before we resumed our match.

"I mean", he probed "You're usually Mr Consistency. None of the other lads I know ever want to be drawn against you at tournaments because you make so few mistakes, work the court like a chess board and then wade in for the kill with that big fuckin forehand of yours?"

Now, anyone who's ever played any kind of sport to a decent level knows that one of THE golden rules is to NEVER let your opponent see hear or sense any sign of weakness. It's akin to 'throwing in the towel'. So why i replied with the words I did, I didn't understand then and I still don't understand now.

"You intimidate me" I said. "I guess you had me beat before we even stepped on court" I fixed my gaze on his, barely believing what I'd just admitted.

"I intimidate you?" he repeated. "I don't understand. How?". He stood up from the bench, genuinely looking perplexed and a bit crestfallen.

My brain then decided it'd be a great idea to completely disengage- it's final action before relieving my body of all sense and sanity was to set my tongue loose.

"You're Dwayne fuckin Dodds" I said. "Ladies man, Mr Confident, Multiple tournament winner, Sex machine, Mr Perfect. You've got it all going on for you. So yeah, you intimidate me man. You intimidate me with your tennis, your attitude, your confidence, your looks and your whole Dwayne Dodds fuckin aura!"

My brain, (the wee bastard) then re-engaged and i immediately wanted the ground to swallow me up right there and then.

Dwayne sat down, open mouthed.

"Sorry" I stammered.

Then, to my amazement, just as I'd done -letting my guard down, he did the same.....

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By *ythingyMan
over a year ago

Sheffield

Fabulous story. Very emotional.

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By *eopardABCMan
over a year ago

Coventry

This is a brilliant story. Can't wait for the next instalment

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over a year ago

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What happens next, I'm gripped!

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over a year ago

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You should write for a living,I've read books by well known authors nowhere good as this.

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

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By *iassloverMan
over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *ameulTV/TS
over a year ago

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By *orkie loverMan
over a year ago

London

Really well written story

Thanks for all the hard work in writing it

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By *edsguy100Man
over a year ago

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Great story looking forward to reading what happens next. Thanks for the time and effort you are putting in...

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Writing the next part last night and something went wrong formatting. When i tried to edit the writing, it just disappeared.

Very frustrating.

Will possibly try smaller chunks.

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By *ythingyMan
over a year ago

Sheffield

Frustrating indeed! I think you were just unlucky though.

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over a year ago

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Then, to my amazement, just as I'd done -letting my guard down, he did the same.

"It's all an act" he said quietly, his eyes looking downwards at the tiled floor.

"An act?", I parroted.

"Bravado, bluster", he continued, head still bowed.

"But, you..." I started.

"It's an act Nils ok?" Dwayne lifted his head and his eyes met mine. "If I'm Dwayne Dodds the tennis player, Mr Confident, ladies man- as you kindly put it, more like arrogant, vain wannabe hot shot I'd say....then....".

His voice trailed. "Then.. I can escape reality for a bit"

He was shaking. So was I.

"D'ye get me?", he asked.

I didn't know what "I got". Bits made sense, bits didn't. Things kind of added up but I barely knew the lad and taking in and processing his words was almost impossible. I've genuinely thought about that moment lots over the years and the only way I can describe it is - it's like the penny was trying to drop but kept getting stuck in the slot.

"I'm sorry man", I said. (I didn't really know what I was sorry for, but I couldn't think of anything else to say)

"No biggy, not your fault", he replied.,"There's more to me than the shallow prick I let people see"

"I'm not sure why you're telling me this Dwayne" I said quietly "I mean I don't have a problem with it, it just doesn't make a whole lot of sense"

What he said next blew my mind.

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By *orkie loverMan
over a year ago

London

Loving the fact the seemingly hard bloke has vulnerabilities! And still left in suspense as to who will take who!

Great writing buddy

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over a year ago

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Great read.

Great writing

Great theme

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

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I'm not sure why you're telling me this Dwayne" I said quietly "I mean I don't have a problem with it, it just doesn't make a whole lot of sense"

What he said next blew my mind.

"I like you", he continued "You're different to the other lads that play the Scottish circuit. You're not a show off, you always keep your cool, you're respectful, humble even. And I love everything about how you play the game, especially when you unleash that big forehand. You're classy, I'm trashy "

I stood there in utter disbelief. Dwayne Dodds was complimeting ME?! And, not for the first time that day, I was lost for words. I could feel my face flush and redden. I've never been good at taking compliments, not then not now.

Dwayne sensed my unease and laughed nervously.

"Plus, I'd kill for that 6pack of yours" he chuckled. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. It was 1989, I'd never heard the phrase 6pack used in any other way than a multi-can beer description before so his words totally threw me. I was not streetwise like him. I genuinely thought that he thought I'd got some cans in my kit bag. Hence my reply-

"I haven't got a 6pack". I said, "I haven't got any alcohol. It'd be daft to hit the bevvy and then try to play tennis"

He looked at me for a split second and then burst into fits of laughter, big belly laughs which were so infectious, it set me laughing to, although I'd obviously still no idea what I was laughing at.

When he managed to pull himself together and explained in some detail what a 6pack was, pointing from my stomach to his and back again, I felt like a right fuckin numpty. I also felt my cock stir so I moved my towel in front of my crotch. I looked down at my tummy. I'd not really noticed before, but it was true, the muscles were defined and slightly raised. When I looked up, Dwayne was standing right infront of me, more inside my personal space than out of it.

He placed a hand on my shoulder. "I really like you" he repeated again.

"Yeah, you're a sound guy too", I replied.

His hand was still on my shoulder.

He shook his head ever so slightly.

"No" he said softly, "I mean I REALLY like you"

That penny, the one that had been stuck in the slot finally dropped.

My heart was racing and my head was spinning. I was rooted to the spot. He moved his arm off my shoulder, drew it slowly down my arm till he reached my hand and he gently pushed his fingers between mine till the were entwined.

Almost as if we were in slow motion our heads moved towards each other until I could feel his breath on my face. He turned his head slightly and put his bottom lip on mine. It was the slightest of slight touches, a touch that lasted a fraction of a second, but it's one i remember vividly to this day. He moved his head away a little. His eyes were asking permission. I smiled and he brought both lips to mine. Gentle. It was so gentle. A mearest touch. Gradually we started to kiss. Slowly, tenderly. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven (cliche I know, but that's how i felt).

Slowly our kissing became more passionate, exploratory. Our tongues entered each other's mouths, I heard myself gasping. I wrapped my hands round the back of his head and pulled him as close as was physically possible. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my equally stiff boner. Mine was straining against the fabric of my jock, desperate to escape.

We were wrapped up in our own wee world for sure. Wrapped up in each other. Oblivious to anything but the two of us.

I didn't hear the changing room door open but I sure as hell heard the voice shouting...

"Nils?" "Nils!"

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By *unwithuMan
over a year ago

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Fabulous. Keep it going

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By *pool joeMan
over a year ago

Anfield Liverpool

Really really enjoying this, every word you write I can picture, can't wait for the rest.

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By *orkie loverMan
over a year ago

London

Oh shit

Caught just before god knows what would have happened!

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over a year ago

Lisburn

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over a year ago

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By *ickeymouse40Couple (MM)
over a year ago

bray

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By *ature bottom for funMan
over a year ago

Cumbernauld

Great story. Told at the right pace. Thanks for sharing. Waiting in anticipation for the next episode please.

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over a year ago

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

I didn't hear the changing room door opening but I sure as hell heard the voice shouting...

"Nils?" "Nils

Instictively, we broke apart and turned to face our respective lockers, flushed, panicking, not knowing how much, if anything Mr Sutherland, the history teacher had seen. We were slightly screened from the changing room door by some of the lockers, it was impossible to know, but my red face and "rabbit in the headlights" expression must have told a story.

If Mr Sutherland had seen something, he was doing a pretty good job of hiding it, although he did look a little uneasy himself.

"Found you", he said, addressing me but looking over towards Dwayne. "The court's drying out nicely and the old dame refereeing says you'll be back on in half an hour."

"Oh right, brilliant" I replied, with none of my trademark enthusiasm or commitment. It was like the three words didn't match their meaning. Mr Sutherland looked at me quizically then over to where Dwayne was regripping a racket. He placed himself between us so that Dwayne couldn't see his face and silently mouthed "You ok?" to me. I nodded and smiled. Mr Sutherland patted me twice playfully on my backside and left.

"Fuck me, that was close" Dwayne said once the door was closed and we were out of earshot. "Who was the guy?", asked. As I explained to him who Mr Sutherland was Dwayne moved over to the door and started stuffing an old folded over racket grip tightly into the space between the bottom of the door and the floor.

"It's not a lock", he smiled, "but it'll buy us plenty time if someone else decides to come and interrupt us".

"I'm not sure this is a good idea", I said. I'd barely got to the end of the sentence before Dwayne was infront of my flashing that killer smile.

"You don't think this is a good idea?" he said "Well is this a better one?" - and with that, he dropped to his knees and pressed his face into my jock, rubbing his nose against the material and over my re-awakening member.

I let out a soft moan.

"Or what about this? Is this a better idea?" he laughed as he pulled the crotch of my jock to one side. My cock sprang out as if to salute him. He looked up at me as he slowly engulfed my cock in his mouth. Warm, i hadn't expected a blow job to be warm (god only knows what i did think it'd be like!!) I remember my legs shaking involuntarily as the sensations enveloped me. He worked his tongue and lips up and down my shaft, circled my bell end and slobbered down again as far as he could go. As he quickened his pace I instinctively grabbed the back of his head and thrust my bad boy in and out of his mouth. (At the time I'd zero clue about what face-fuckin was, I didn't learn the term till much later. But that's what I was doing)

"I'm going to cum soon", I gasped

Dwayne immediately stood up and kissed me hard and deep.

"I don't want you to cum till you've fucked me" he said, in between kisses.

I just blurted it out.- "I'm a virgin"

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over a year ago

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By *ythingyMan
over a year ago

Sheffield

Please don’t keep us waiting too long for the next instalments!

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By *pringer38Man
over a year ago

Garstang

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over a year ago

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By *aritoneMan
over a year ago

Halifax

This is Fantasticand unexpected, hope it leads to more pleasure and lasting friendship between you.

Please Continue when convienient.

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over a year ago

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Lovin it

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By *eopardABCMan
over a year ago

Coventry

This story just gets better. Can't wait for the next instalment.

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Thanks guys, your feedback comments so far have been very kind and most appreciated.

Thanks also to the folk who have taken the time to message me privately- I'm humbled.

Apologies too- I know the story gets really, really waffly in places, but as I'm writing and recalling the events in detail, bit by bit as the day unfolded, I'm reminded of little things, words, nuances, feelings etc that seemed unimportant then but- now I'm committing my "big day" to print, I find myself compelled to include them.

There's so much more to tell- I'll get round to it eventually.

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By *hagmenowplsMan
over a year ago

Hereford

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By *unwithuMan
over a year ago

manchester

Take your time because it’s the detail that makes it exciting

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By *ullwestMan
over a year ago

Hull

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

I don't want you to come until you've fucked me, he said, in between kisses.

I just blurted it out.- "I'm a virgin.

Dwayne flashed that smile again, grabbed me by the cock and said "Not for much longer.

We were in a communal changing room and anyone could appear at any minute.

Honestly, I remember feeling scared shitless and thinking "this is madness Nils!". But, at 18, the horn took precedence over the head. (Who am I kidding- Im 50 now and the horn still wins every time)

He led me by the cock and bent down over a changing bench, exposing his perfect pink hole, hairless. I'd never seen another lad's hole before- only my own using a mirror.

"C'mon Nils" he said, "We don't have much time". Get that big dick of yours bawz deep in me"

I have no idea why I did what I did next, honestly no idea. In 1989, there was no internet, no hook up sites, no gay porn available in shops, no gay writing in libraries. Specialist adult book stores were confined to the large cities (Edinburgh I learned later had 1- but stocked only hetro stuff). I knew from playground chat that gays sucked cock and fucked each other up the ass- but that was the limit of my knowledge. The only "gay" thing I'd seen was a picture of a naked man (flaccid- as hardon pics weren't allowed) on the solitary "One for the ladies" page in a Razzle porn mag my mate had.

I'm digressing again- but trying to explain my innocence, naivety and why i didn't understand why I did what I did next.

I stared at his hole, I put my tongue onto the bud and started licking gently.

"Fuck, what the fuck are you doing Nils?", Dwayne blurted.

"What do you think I'm doing?", I said between slurps.

"I think you've got your tongue in my ass!", he gasped.

"Right first time, clever cunt aren't you?" I said. (I'd no idea where this new found confidence and cheek was coming from)

"Jesus Nils, is that even legal?", he asked.

"No idea", I said "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop Nils, please don't stop, it feels fuckin awesome!", he whimpered.

And so, on and in Dwayne Dodd's ass, I taught myself to rim.

I remember loving the taste, sweet, but salty too from his exertions on the tennis court. Every moan, whimper, gasp, cuss and squeal he gave told me I must be doing something right.

For that reason, I just "went" for it licking, tonguing, probing like my life depended on it. I can only describe it as animalistc. I grabbed his cock and pulled it back between his legs and swallowed his cock and balls in turn. Like mine, his balls were smooth and swung to and fro when they weren't in my mouth.

"I thought you said you were a virgin", he muttered. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

"I AM a virgin" I said in a commanding voice I'd not heard myself use before. "I'm just learning on the job".

We both sensed the change in my tone. I moved my tongue from his hole and traced it over his ass cheeks and up his back to his neck. He shuddered, turned his head round and I buried my tongue in his mouth.

"Fuck me, fuck me now, right now". He was (almost) begging. His eyes were moist and pleading.

He grabbed my cock. I swatted his hand away.

Again, at the risk of sounding boring, I've no idea where my next "move" came from.

I grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, slapped his arse really hard and growled "I'll decide if and when I fuck you"

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

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I don't want you to come until you've fucked me, he said, in between kisses.

I just blurted it out.- "I'm a virgin.

Dwayne flashed that smile again, grabbed me by the cock and said "Not for much longer.

We were in a communal changing room and anyone could appear at any minute.

Honestly, I remember feeling scared shitless and thinking "this is madness Nils!". But, at 18, the horn took precedence over the head. (Who am I kidding- Im 50 now and the horn still wins every time)

He led me by the cock and bent down over a changing bench, exposing his perfect pink hole, hairless. I'd never seen another lad's hole before- only my own using a mirror.

"C'mon Nils" he said, "We don't have much time". Get that big dick of yours bawz deep in me"

I'm digressing again- but trying to explain my innocence, naivety and why i didn't understand why I did what I did next.

I stared at his hole, I put my tongue onto the bud and started licking gently.

"Fuck, what the fuck are you doing Nils?", Dwayne blurted.

"What do you think I'm doing?", I said between slurps.

"I think you've got your tongue in my ass!", he gasped.

"Right first time, clever cunt aren't you?" I said. (I'd no idea where this new found confidence and cheek was coming from)

"Jesus Nils, is that even legal?", he asked.

"No idea", I said "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop Nils, please don't stop, it feels fuckin awesome!", he whimpered.

And so, on and in Dwayne Dodd's ass, I taught myself to rim.

I remember loving the taste, sweet, but salty too from his exertions on the tennis court. Every moan, whimper, gasp, cuss and squeal he gave told me I must be doing something right.

"I thought you said you were a virgin", he muttered. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

"I AM a virgin" I said in a commanding voice I'd not heard myself use before. "I'm just learning on the job".

"Fuck me, fuck me now, right now". He was (almost) begging. His eyes were moist and pleading.

He grabbed my cock. I swatted his hand away.

Again, at the risk of sounding boring, I've no idea where my next "move" came from.

I grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, slapped his arse really hard and growled "I'll decide if and when I fuck you"

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By *addy69400Man
over a year ago

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Wow fantastic mmm x

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By *achsMan
over a year ago

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By *unwithuMan
over a year ago

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Fabulous. Loving this story.

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By *milesMan
over a year ago

Reading

Fantastic. I’m loving it.

Please tell more.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Lost mine to a much older brother

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By *addy69400Man
over a year ago

newmarket

"Lost mine to a much older brother "

Wow do tell mmm....

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By *ameulTV/TS
over a year ago

norwich - ish

"Lost mine to a much older brother "

Would love to hear that story

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

I grabbed his hair, pulled his head back and slapped his arse really hard and growled "I'll decide if and when I fuck you"

In my head I can still hear the cry he uttered to this day. An excited cry, mixed with trepidation.

I lay down on my back, the tiled floor felt cold against my skin.

"Get on my cock and ride it" I told him "and don't take your eyes off mine"

Gingerly, he straddled me and started to lower himself slowly onto my cock.

"Hurry the fuck up bitch-boy" I growled, "We're due back on court in 15 minutes"

That same little cry. In my mind's eye I can still picture the pained wince on his face as he struggled to take my dick. I pushed upwards, not too hard, but enough to make him cry out loud

"Does it hurt?" I half sneered.

"Yeah", he gasped "Hurts like hell!"

It don't doubt that it did hurt, but it didn't stop him pushing downwards till I was almost fully inside his tight wee chute"

"Fuck you're big", he groaned.

I grabbed his hands in mine. His feet were flat on the floor as he squatted over me. He closed his eyes. I slapped his face (not too hard, just enough to cause him to gawp at me open-mouthed.

"I told you not to take your eyes of mine bitch-boy" . I was shocked at the authority in my voice.

"You might have fucked me over on the tennis court, but you're the one getting well and truly fucked now!"

With that I pushed my whole length as far inside him as I could.

His eyes rolled in his head, his gasps were loud.

"Bounce on my dick, c'mon cock-jockey!"(cheezy words I know)

And bounce he did. Frantically, noisily and greedily he rode my cock like a pro.

"Faster", I commanded. He whimpered.

"Who's intmidating who now eh big man?"

He just kept on bouncing. With his efforts, the sweat was pouring off him. I slapped his ass hard.

"Answer the fuckin question!" I remember spitting the words out.

"You are" he gasped "I'm sorry"

He paused. My cue I thought and proceeded to then pound him from the floor upwards like a jack-rabbt. His eyes rolled again.

"I'm coming Nils" he grunted. And come he did, like a geyser, up onto his chest all the way up to his chin.

I pulled out of him, stood up, took hold of his hair once again and wanked my second load of the day all over his grateful face. I watched it go into his hair, his eyes down his cheeks and over his lips.

I remember the sound of the two of us panting, taking in big gasps of air and giggling like a pair of naughty school boys. He was drenched in sweat and cum.

I felt like a totally different person to the one I was a few hours before. (I hope that makes some kind of sense?) I couldn't stop grinning.

Dwayne headed to the showers, I followed him, pulling the rolled up racket grip he'd fashioned as a safety block from below the changing room door on the way.

We showered in double quick time, dried and started to get dressed to resume our match. Two younger lads from Dwayne's team came in, they'd been playing singles ties numbers 5 and 6. Both were ecstatic as they'd both won. They exitedly gabbled to Dwayne that, during our enforced "Sprinklergate" break, their school had won 4 out of the 5 completed singles ties (our number 3 player had beaten his number 3 counterpart, but we'd lost ties 2, 4, 5 and 6).

With Dwayne's school 4-1 ahead, him leading me 4-0 in our tie and first to win 5 matches taking the honours, the end seemed pretty close.

Dwayne pretended to listen to their news, but, as instructed, he kept his eyes on mine.....

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By *p90Man
over a year ago

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Superb

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By *unwithuMan
over a year ago

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Well written, loving the pace

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By *ullblokeMan
over a year ago

Hull

Such a well-written story from the start. Looking forward to the next instalments.

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By *orkie loverMan
over a year ago

London

HOT!

Enough said

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By *ythingyMan
over a year ago

Sheffield

Is it just me, or do you all want to know the tennis result?

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over a year ago

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By *aritoneMan
over a year ago

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This is an absolutely fantastic and totally true story.

Many thanks indeed for sharing it.

Am looking forward to reading more when convenient Please.

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over a year ago

Such great writing

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By *milesMan
over a year ago

Reading

Lovin it.

Think I need a cold shower after that.

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By *ust 58Man
over a year ago

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Love it

excellent read

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Thanks folks. I'll write more when I get the time.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Well done and fantastic writing I look forward to the next installment

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By *uke Smith 73Man
over a year ago

Swansea

Im wondering if ends up fun with both Stuart and dwayne ??, looking forward to seeing what happens next

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By *ookie.starrMan
over a year ago

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Fuck, this is hot!

Can't wait for the next part.

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over a year ago

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By *erricMan
over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *all.guyMan
over a year ago

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Fuck this is hot and so well written. I’m sitting here rubbing my hard cock through my jeans and feel a damp patch

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Dwayne pretended to listen to their news, but, as instructed, he kept his eyes on mine.....

We left the changing room together and walked to the club house. I'm not going to lie- it felt weird knowing that in a few moments I'd be back competing against a lad I'd just fucked and lost my virginity to.

I was a different Nils now. Was it the admissions of frailty we shared, the tender kisses, the animalisic sex, the fact I'd found my dominant side or was it the joy of the Afterglow?

I don't know, bits of each? All of

each? Who knows?

This time, walking on to the court, we chatted. The knock-up was relaxed and error free and I felt like I was hitting the ball, moving and anticipating as well as I ever had.

A few people remarked on our matching shirts, I explained the story. It raised eyebrows. I didn't care.

The referee put the two doubles matches between respective opposite pairings of 3&4 and 5&6 on at the same time as our singles, the idea being to hopefully get a result before the competition's hire of the courts expired at 6pm.

During the knock up I again took in how stunning Dwayne was and I cayght him studying me in much the same way.

When we resumed, Dwayne extended his lead to 5-0 with a service hold. But it was a much more competitive game.

Back in the changing rooms fuckin him, I'd found my voice. Now, out on court, I was beginning to find my game. I took a little pace of my first serve and decided to slice wide in both the deuce and ad courts, to keep the ball bouncing as low as possible. It worked, 4 first serves and a hold to love. I'd avoided being egged. Stuart and some of the girl's team applauded loudly courtside and although Dwayne served out the next game, I was growing in confidence and felt I could definitely make a match of it.

In the second set, now nerveless I opened my shoulders and swung freely, and more often than not chose to hit flashier shots rather than play "percentage" tennis. It worked. I sprayed winners all over the court and, with each winner, my confidence and guile grew.

Changing ends, 3-2 ahead Stuart came up to the fence behind my chair.

"Fuckin hell Nils, who are you trying to impress?" he asked.

"No one bud" I answered.

"It's wee Kayleigh from the West team isn't it, you've always liked her tits!?"

Kayleigh was indeed watching courtside and I turned to Stuart, winked and lied "You know me too well mate"

"Fuckin' knew it" he said and left to rejoin the girls.

When someone plays tennis nerve-free with abandon it's sometimes referred to as being "in the Zone". That's the only way I can describe how I felt.

Dwayne was equally impressive and we battled on, neck and neck till we reached 6-6. Tie break.

I waited for the nerves to kick in. They didn't. At 3-3 in the breaker, as we rounded the net to swap ends, Dwayne brushed the back of his hand across my shorts and winked before moving on to the baseline. My cock twitched.

"Concentrate" I told myself. I moved 6-5 ahead thanks to an audacious drop shot taking me to set point on Dwayne's serve. He thundered down a bullet up the T. I launched myself to my right and only just managed to make contact with the ball. My return was low, caught the top of the net cord, dribbled over and died on the soft grass on the other side.

Lucky bastard!

One set all. Stuart and the girls were whooping. Dwayne put his hands on his hips and shook his head playfully, grinning uncharacteristically at the same time.

Losing a set point like that would normally test the temper of even the saintliest of players but we were both now having fun, entertaining the small crowd, both still savouring the sex we'd just had, knowing it was our secret.

Sadly, there's no miracle ending to the 'tennis' part of the day. I could lie and create a wonderful fantastical victory story for my team, but this is a factual account of a real event, not a work of fiction.

Truth be told, the ending was an anticlimax- I'd just broken serve in the deciding set to move ahead 3-2 when the 5&6 v 5&6 doubles game ended, the West school team winning the match easily, meaning they'd secured 5 wins out of the possible 9 and couldn't be overhauled.

It was nearing 6pm and obvious that the other matches wouldn't be completed.

Dwayne walked to the net to shake my hand and did a very honourable UnDwayneDodds thing.

"I'm conceding the match to you", he smiled, "You were going to win anyway "

The game could easily just have been recorded on the scoresheet as 'unfinished'. I was amazed. I was humbled by his kindness and class.

"Not so trashy now are we Mr Dodds?" I smiled.

We embraced warmly over the net, probably for just a little too long, before packing up our racket bags and heading to the clubhouse.

Stuart caught up with us and the three of us chatted.

"I'm gutted we didn't get to play with each other today" Stuart said.

Quick as a flash Dwayne retorted "Sorry man, he had his hands full playing with me"

And he was right- on two levels!

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By *ust 58Man
over a year ago

london

Building anticipation again….

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By *unwithuMan
over a year ago

manchester

Kept the story going nicely into the evenings entertainment. Roll on. …

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By *etongetoffMan
over a year ago

Dundee

V hot

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By *ythingyMan
over a year ago

Sheffield

There must be more to come surely?

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By *orkie loverMan
over a year ago

London

Very good story

More to come I hope

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By *aritoneMan
over a year ago

Halifax

Fantastic Story.

Hope there is more to come, Wonder if you stayed in touch and became friends,having more fun & games together.

Please Continue when possible.

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over a year ago

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By *achsMan
over a year ago

Lisburn

Brilliant

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By *ythingyMan
over a year ago

Sheffield

I’m wondering the same thing.

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By *AM2214Man
over a year ago

Central Lakes

Hope he smashed your bottom spin

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

As far as the Dwayne and I story goes, there is only a little more to tell. We remained friendly that summer and would catch up at tournaments. I played singles against him twice more that summer, losing to him easily on blaes at North Berwick and beating him in three tight sets on grass at Craiglockhart. He had a girlfriend with him both times so sadly there was no sex.... then.

After I started Uni, I cut back on tournament play, focusing on league events and local competitions in the Borders when I was home for the holidays.

I did bump into him at Murrayfield Ice rink a few years later and we enjoyed a quick fumble in the bogs, a frantic kiss/wank/suck session which was over quickly.... as we were both there with other people.

The last time I saw him was in the Spring of 2015 when we both attended the same Tennis referee's training course in Edinburgh.

His good looks and toned physique were gone...... and so were mine.

Our chat was convivial and we hugged tight at the end of the day. That was as far as things went however.

I often wonder if he's here on Fabguys.

"Dwayne"- get in touch if you are!

May be the end of the "Dwayne and Nils" story, but more to tell involving other characters mentioned on that hot, hot June Saturday in 1989.

If there's a genuine appetite to know, I'll tell.

Stay safe lads.

Nils

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By *orkie loverMan
over a year ago

London

It’s a definite yes from me!

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By *akingMan
over a year ago

birmingham

Sweet

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Brilliant, thanks for sharing

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By *milesMan
over a year ago

Reading

Absolutely loved reading this & I would definitely love to read more of your adventures.

Thanks for all the effort & time it must have taken you. Cheers

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By *unwithuMan
over a year ago

manchester

I’m sure we are all eagerly waiting for more tales

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By *om5699Man
over a year ago

Rayleigh

Fantastic story well done.

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By *ythingyMan
over a year ago

Sheffield

And a definite yes from me too! Do you know if Dwayne got married?

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By *asgasMan
over a year ago

Silloth

Brilliant story, thanks for telling it

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By *aritoneMan
over a year ago

Halifax

There is a deffinate appetite in my part of West Yorkshire to read a great deal more of your exploits.

I hope Dwayne responds to your message on here and that you are able to rekindle your pleasure time.

Many Thanks for all the time you have taken in sharing your story with us.

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By *ust 58Man
over a year ago

london

For sure , any more tales from that summer will be gratefully received x

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By *eathmeatMan
over a year ago

Westport

Fabulous telling of a very sexy tale

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over a year ago

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Following on from this true story will be the tale of my second encounter. It'll be called Mr Sutherland.

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over a year ago

"Following on from this true story will be the tale of my second encounter. It'll be called Mr Sutherland. "

Look forward to it, your last thread was great thank you

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By *oldielox46Man
over a year ago

Stoke on Trent

This has been a superbly written horny recount of your fist time. Thank you for sharing this intimate dirty with us we really appreciate the officer and time fine into writing it

Thank you so much

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By *i 69Man
over a year ago

luton cannot accommodate

Damn i need to deep rim somebody's arse....pleeease...

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Tomorrow

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By *iceboy2Man
over a year ago

congresbury

Great story telling and such a wonder encounter as well.

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By *andyladglasgowMan
over a year ago

Glasgow

That's a wonderfully horny story!

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By *aygordon999Man
over a year ago

Shetland

Great story thank you

look forward to the next one

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

The continuation of this is up now- Mr Sutherland

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By *unboy3Man
over a year ago

Manchester

Wow-excellent story telling! Thank you

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By *otwillyMan
over a year ago

Scunthorpe

Have just read this story end to end

Well written , entertaining and arousing

Thank you - will read your next story now

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Thanks

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Cheers

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By *elcumMan
over a year ago

DEAL area

you say you do not have writing skills ... this is clearly not the case .. i feel like im on the bus and in your mind, superb.

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By *igboy1969Man
over a year ago

near Linlithgow

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By *tewartfoster1Man
over a year ago

Wolverhampton

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

A glorious tale of young love and sex….thank you for sharing it with us all x

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By *seekfunMan
over a year ago

stevenage

Hi, lovely story.

I'm still virgin at 57 but it's all i think about x

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By *ollo007Man
over a year ago

Pontefract

"Hi, lovely story.

I'm still virgin at 57 but it's all i think about x"
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Don't worry about it I'm 44 and I've only topped and bottomed and had my first guy in the last year or so. I jumped in at the deep end as the guy who popped my anal cherry was huge. But after a bit of pain the pleasure started and I ended up riding that big cock like there was no tomorrow. Now I can't wait to have my second cock. I know what to expect so once I'm stretched I'm looking forward to getting fucked really hard and I'm going to let him pound the fuck out of me, hmmm I genuinely cannot wait but I have to work round the missus.

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By *umlover71Man
over a year ago

Lowestoft

Wow! Only just come across this story.

Absolutely brilliant and very well written.

I’m not going to lie, this has to be the best thing I’ve ever read here, really horny.

Thank you for sharing this story.

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Thank you for your kind words. Follow up is called Mr Sutherland.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I too only discovered this today and read from start to finish and now have very damp pants desperately trying to hide my boner. Thanks for a great read, and wank. Mr Sutherland here I come!

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Thanks for the kind words. Hope you enjoy Mr Sutherland too.

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Posting this for the guy who commented on my Leroy story that he wasn't able to find it

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

. It should show here Steve?

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By *oucan3Man
over a year ago

Telford, Shropshire

Just read this thanks for reposting a very enjoyable read you started off saying your apologies for writing. I’d say you were a natural thanks again

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By *arajaneTV/TS
over a year ago

Loanhead

Mmmmm has me really horny

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man
over a year ago

Penicuik area

Thanks again for the private messages and messages on here. Follow ups are Mr Sutherland 2 and Leroy

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By *ice oneCoolMan
over a year ago

edinburgh

Excellent was Reading it again

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By *arbersevilleMan
over a year ago

Zurich

Missed this when first posted. Great writing, great story. Sportsmen are always fit and sexy. Kudos to the author

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By *ovecoxnbumsMan
4 weeks ago

Perth and Fife

So horny!

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By *damLAMan
4 weeks ago

Littlehampton

Just caught up! Amazing story and so well written you almost felt like you were there too as a reader! However cant find the Leroy or Mr Sutherland stories so dont know if they have been removed or not?

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