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***The following is a work of fiction*** [NOTE: The term ‘Toilet Boy’ is a nickname many of the guys on the professional tennis tour have for Lleyton Hewitt. Supposedly, Hewitt is constantly yelling out the word ‘C’mon!’ so often so, that many wonder if he yells it even when going to the bathroom…or doing other things!] Hewitt was disconsolate. He had pinned his hopes on winning the U.S. Open and truly secure his place as the Number 1 guy in men’s professional tennis, but the upset in four sets in the semis disgusted him. It was so important to him to be the repeat champion in one of the Meccas of the world tennis scene, New York. Luckily, he was alone in the dressing room at the stadium right after his losing match, and he let loose. “FUUUUUCK!! Fuck this shit, fuck it all, FUUUCKKKK!!!” Hewitt yelled in his most terrifying primal yell that only this hot Aussie could come forth with. Lleyton then sat down on the padded backless bench, bent over slightly and rested his head in his hands. He didn’t know if it was tears of anger or disappointment. He could still hear the roar of the crowd when he lost. Perhaps that is why he did not hear the fellow who moved in behind him. Hewitt felt the touch of a hand on his left shoulder; at the same time he felt the touch of a hand in his crotch. Hewitt sat motionless, kept his head down and eyes closed. He knew it could not be Andy, as Roddick had cleared out and left for a trip to Arizona immediately after losing in his quarterfinal round. He knew it was not his selfish Russian friend, Marat Safin, as Safin would never come to console him. Lleyton just sat up, leaned back, and let this guy support him and Hewitt’s head fell back onto the stranger’s chest. Hewitt could tell this guy was taller than him and he smelled fresh and clean. Lleyton rolled his head back a bit more and could see it was Sjeng (pronounced Shenk) Schalken, the wiry Dutchman who also had lost in the semis, just before Hewitt. Hewitt was now getting quite the hard-on from the constant massage by Shalken’s right hand. “Ooohhhhhhhhhh, c’mon,” Lleyton moaned in pleasure. “I heard you yelling. I felt the same way after my loss a little while ago. You and I have never met off the court. Let’s change that.” Hewitt was really in no mood for seeing the press or dealing with anyone, but there was something irresistible about Sjeng’s offer. Sjeng had now reached inside Lleyton’s loose-fitting blue tennis shorts and had grabbed hold of Hewitt’s hard dick. As Hewitt reached around, every spot he touched on Schalken was skin. He must have been totally naked. Schalken slammed Lleyton down onto the bench, lifted his left leg over the now prone Hewitt and pinned him down by putting the weight of his hips and groin on Hewitt’s chest. Sjeng slid both his hands down Lleyton’s shorts and pushed them off. He removed Hewitt’s shoes, but left his socks on. It was pleasing to his eye the way they flopped just below Hewitt’s perfect calf muscles. He literally dove between Lleyton’s legs with his arms so that Lleyton’s hamstring muscles became locked under Sjeng’s armpits. Schalken lifted up, and Hewitt’s flexible body followed. Sjeng had easy access to Lleyton’s cock, balls and beautiful ass. His long tongue licked the entire length of Lleyton’s cock, and he sucked and chewed each of the Aussie’s all pro balls. Lleyton gurgled, and then gasped as Sjeng sent a shock wave through Hewitt’s body when he inserted his forefinger into his Aussie bunghole. Lleyton had never had such a long digit up his butt and Sjeng rubbing his unshaven face along the tender portion of Hewitt’s inner thighs only enhanced the feeling of ecstasy. “C’mon Sjeng, c’mon.” Hewitt managed to rub his own hands up and down the moderately hairy legs of his new dominator. Schalken’s cock was not in reach and the only thing he could do with his own tongue was to lick Sjeng’s butt cheeks and work it into the crack and tickle the outer part of the Dutch boy’s pucker hole. Schalken continued to wiggle his long finger inside the hot hole of the guy from down under; then devoured the entire length of Lleyton’s ten-inch Aussie stick. In no time, Lleyton shot a load of his ‘luscious Lleyton liquid’. Sjeng took a mouthful, swiveled his body around, while staying on top of the smaller Aussie boy and spit it in his face. He then kneed Lleyton in the stomach to hold him in place. He grabbed Hewitt’s open collared shirt, and in one mighty pull ripped it open all the way to reveal Lleyton’s hairless upper body and creamy white skin. Sjeng removed the shirt the rest of the way and then rested his totally hard 13-inch Dutchman dick on Lleyton’s soft belly. “C’mon, mate! I’ve never seen one that long.” “Imagine how you’re going to feel with this shoved up your ass.” Schalken’s sharp, but great looking facial features, and steel blue eyes were fixed on Lleyton’s handsome face. He took Hewitt’s right leg and lifted it up. Sjeng licked and nibbled on the calf muscle and then rested Lleyton’s leg on his broad shoulder. He did the same to Hewitt’s left leg. Schalken then spread the Aussie’s bum and began to insert his Sjeng spear into the hot Aussie’s hole. He told Hewitt, “Push like your getting ready to take a dump.” “C’mon…” Lleyton did, and in one thrust, he was completely filled by the 13-inch attack stick Schalken shoved into him. “How do you like that, Toilet Boy?” “Cmon, don’t call me that.” “Why not? You brought it on yourself. The way you always say ‘C’mon’, the guys on the tour figured you must say it before you take a crap.” “Shut up and just fuck me, you Dutch apple dandy…” Sjeng gave Hewitt’s butt a couple of good smacks and then began to surge in and out of the Hewitt Hole. Hewitt imagined he could feel the tip of Schalken’s long cock coming up into his throat each time he thrust his 13 inches all the way into him. Hewitt began to thrust and heave his body in rhythm with the lanky Dutch boy. Lleyton pulled Sjeng by the shoulders down close to him, and thrust his hot tongue into the mouth of this Euro-stud. Lleyton could tell Sjeng liked this, and he could feel the long dick getting thicker inside him and then exploding. Sjeng’s ‘Holland’-aise sauce filled up the Aussie’s tennis tunnel and turned Hewitt on. This gave Lleyton a second wind. He flipped the 6’3” Schalken over and grabbed the still throbbing pole and pumped it till it had no more ‘Sjeng semen’ in it. Hewitt noticed a pool of Schalken semen had collected in the Dutchman’s navel. He bent over and sucked it all out of the tablespoon-sized innie. Hewitt thought to himself that was the biggest belly button ever. Lleyton let his mouthful of cum mix a bit with his spit, then crawled up the boy’s lanky frame and spit the entire mixture into Schalken’s mouth. “Now mate, it is my turn to C’mon to you.” Lleyton slapped Sjeng’s flat stomach, grabbed the long curly hair on his trail and pulled it. He took Schalken’s semi-soft shaft and laid it on his belly. Finally, he spread the Dutch boy’s cheeks and began to plunge his own hard dick into the eager and surprisingly easy asshole. “How does that feel in your Sjeng chute?” Lleyton asked, not really caring if he got a response. Hewitt pounded the boy’s ass for the next 30 minutes and turned him every which way but loose. As he was nearing the end of his fuckfest on Schalken, he shot his wonderful wad in Sjeng’s chute and decided he had enough of this ‘Dutch treat’. He began to wish he were with the guy that really had turned him on, Andy Roddick. It was then that Hewitt decided he would make a trip to Arizona before flying back to Australia.