GREG ROSARIO - MY NEW TENNIS COACH

GREG ROSARIO MY NEXT TENNIS COACH WAS ALL THAT

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Presently, most of the top tennis players are real hot dudes; like Rafael Nadal, Andy Roddick, Carlos Moya, Roger Federer, Querrey and Isner and Rafael Nadal.

By Richard de Orizaba

I loved the game of tennis so much that I had become a fanatic about the game. I would watch it on TV, I would be up to date on all the current matches and championships, watching with particular interest the victories of some of my favorite tennis stars, these were usually the cute players. 

Then both the pool and the tennis court at my house were completed in record time. The house itself still had a couple of more months of work to do and I hated to live in a construction zone, but I was able to invite some of the regular players to my house. This would be convenient in case some sort of romantic interlude developed.

I also realized that I could still use some lessons and I felt that having lost Garrett as my instructor left me hanging with much more to learn. I posted a note in the bulletin board of both the Windmere Club and the “40 Love Tennis” in Houston and soon I had at least half a dozen guys call me up to offer their services. I settled on one that was arriving with excellent credentials and had been ranked among the top ten a few years back. Greg Rosario was around 29 or 30, a mix of Puerto Rican, Hungarian and Rumanian extraction. He was ruggedly handsome although not runway model material. He was solidly built, and his skin was deliciously pretty with a café au lait bordering on cinnamon color.

Greg arrived ten minutes early and I was still in the shower when I heard the doorbell. I dried off quickly, put on a bathrobe and I was still sporting a woody I had been nursing into a jerk off when I was so rudely interrupted. I was almost at the point of shooting my wad.

I answered the door and still had a bit of a tent on my housecoat. He looked at me and smiled, very open, very sincere smile. You know what they say about first impressions, I had the feeling with him from the moment I laid my eyes on him at my front door.

“Oh, good, you are here, a bit early, you caught me I was still in the shower” I said.

He answered: “Well, that is obvious, your hair is all wet and you still have a hard on”. It caught me off guard but I appreciated the honesty.

Then he said: “I am glad to be here, actually I was expecting some old fart wanting to buy my sexual favors, instead, some hot guy opens the door with a hard on”

I tried to change the subject: “I was reading your curriculum you sent me through an e-mail; it is very impressive if I may say so, what made you drop out of the tennis circuit, you were right up there with the best?”

Greg told me without reservation: “It is complicated but I was romantically involved with one of the players and there was a lot of tension between us. He was gone far too much and was winning left and right. He said that I didn’t want him to go to tournaments not because I was jealous but because I envied him and his winning in the game. I was devastated when we broke up and did not compete any longer”

Greg then did the unthinkable. We were still standing in the foyer and he put his hand on my now semi-hard cock, lifting the robe and of course, the hard on I was trying to suppress, returned with a vengeance. He had a hold of my cock and it grew within his grasp.

Greg then commented: “Not only are you one hell of a hot dude but you have one fucking gigantic tool; I think we are going to have a lot of fun together”

I then reached out and touched his hard chest, his rock hard biceps and told him that for sure it was going to be fun even if we never got on a tennis court.

The love making that followed was absolutely divine. It was as if we both had longed for each other’s body, as if there was an urgency to penetrate each other, to drink each other’s essence and the juices that flowed from our passion.

It did not matter whether he was a top or a bottom and it did not matter to him either. We were both equally matched in the cock department and we both were versatile. Top to bottom, bottom to top, flip a coin, draw a straw, it was as if it was not important, we knew we wanted to flip flop immediately following our first kiss.

“Greg, you feel so good, your ass is so hot, you are going to milk my cock dry” I said. Greg answered: “That’s what I want babe, I want to feel all that man juice inside my ass” I told him that I wanted to but I also wanted him to cum and he said that with him, the minute he felt the cum flowing in his ass, he would shoot his load. I told him that I had a similar affliction, the minute I was tasting cum in my mouth I would shoot my wad. How do we compromise? The answer was simple: multiple orgasms.

And that afternoon we both fucked each other and sucked each other until there was no more secretions left in our bodies. Greg and I have a strong sexual relationship going but we both know that is as far as it will go since neither one of us is able to offer faithfulness nor are either one of us ready to settle down. We even talked about it after that first fuck and suck session that it would be fun to have a third party included once in a while. I think that is admirable of him because he is very open minded and because our love making will never get stale. It will always be exciting and hot.

I gave Greg a membership in the Windmere Tennis and Swimming Club for Christmas. He was thrilled! He gave me something that really was insignificant to some but to me it meant a lot: he had Andy Rodick sign a photo of himself, and it was dedicated to me, full name and all. I framed it and hung it in the den.

We went to play tennis at the Windmere and then I invited Greg to lunch. Before we ate, we went and took a shower and there were a few good looking studs cruising both of us.

 

That day, it was evident that everyone in that shower was gay and cruising one another. We were like the icing on the cake for them. We found out why later. They were a gay rugby team that had come to a competition.

It was a big surprise and it totally floored me when Greg and this very good looking fellow went to the middle of the shower area, embraced and passionately kissed in the mouth. This lasted for almost a minute and it was followed by a loud cheer from the rest of the team who must have been as surprised as I was.

Greg says to the stud: “come here, I want you to meet someone very special; J.C, this is Richie, Richie this is J.C.” It turns out that when Greg quit the tennis circuit he joined a troop of male dancers and even did some porn with him. Then Greg was still fresh in the mind of the public and the women and I suppose the gay men were thrilled to see him dance and strip.

J.C. then said to me: “I see why Greg said he wanted me to meet someone very special” all the while looking down at my pecker while he said it. Greg and I went to dry off and in the locker room while we were getting dressed Greg asked me if I thought J.C. was attractive and if I wanted him to ask him to go home with us so we can have a three way. I jumped at the chance and said yes. This was to be our first three way and J.C. was devastatingly beautiful and with a body that would make grandma cum in her panties.

When J.C. came out of the shower, while he was drying off, Greg invited him to come and join us at my house. J.C. readily accepted. And we went to what proved to be the most sexually charged afternoon in a long time.

Just as the sex Greg and I had where sparks flied, it was with J.C. The guy was this super good looking black with a cut dick and a fantastic body. He was not only versatile, but he was talented in his sexual techniques, and shared two more common interests: J.C. was crazy about armpits and he was a bigger cum pig than both of us put together.

With those qualifications, and the fact that he was also very attracted to me, the sex that ensued was extraordinary. We were sucking each other, taking turns, then licking armpits, then rimming, then ultimately fucking taking turns and one would fuck while the other one sucked. This went on until our passion was so heightened that three orgasms were well under way. “ah, ah, ah, oh, Richie, your cock feels so good, ah, ah, ah, I thought he was going to cum so I pulled out to be replaced by Greg who just plummeted his dick into J.C. with his usual forceful fashion. I went to the front and started to suck off J.C. Again: “ah, ah, ah, oh, shit, ah, ah, oh, fuck, oh, Greg, fuck me harder, it has been a long time, ah, ah, oh shit, I am going to cum, ah, ah, aaaaaaaaahhhhh” And J.C. rewarded me with what must have been a full cup of jizz. He tasted great and as I well knew that was to cause me to shoot as well. Greg knew my routine so before doing anything else, he leaned over and went to catch my cum out of my cock. Greg also shot his wad inside J.C. once he felt my cum in his mouth.

We repeated the session at least two more times that evening before J.C. left. We would like a repeat but J.C. lives in Dallas. He is still doing porn movies and now I own all the movies where he appears.

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