Gay Erotic Stories

***The following is a work of fiction*** I told Marat when we first hooked up in Australia in January, that when the tour reached Key Biscayne, Florida, I was going to need to take a few days off to visit an old friend, and take care of some loose ends. When we agreed to this, it was two months away. Neither of us figured we would become so attached to each other in such a short time. Over those two months we had been together through every tournament and Safin seemed to have attained some inner peace...probably because he looked forward to having my 'piece' hump his hot ass and suck his 'Russian rocket' every night. We arrived in Florida; I got him settled in for the Nasdaq-100 Open, and took my leave. He told me he would behave, and his only fear was of having 'major with-Drew-al symptoms' each night. We both laughed; I fucked his butt one last time before leaving him. He was such a Euro stud, and a damn hot lover. He had great hands; a perfect body for doing anything, and a cock that could be aroused instantly and often. I told him I'd try to call him each day. The second day away I did not get to call Marat and that must have upset him. He had an accident in the Mercedes he was given to use, and became very agitated when they would not replace it. He quickly was reverting back to his hothead acts, acts that I was sure he would pay for. It got worse when he went ballistic with a tourney rep and cussed him up one side and down the other. In the end, he was fined for his abusive language and his reputation as a spoiled brat was being further cemented. I cut my time short and got back to Key Biscayne the night before the semi-finals. I told him he was going to need to be taught a lesson for his behavior. He just said he did not like it when I was away and simply lost it. His opponent in the semis would be Lleyton Hewitt, the # 1 ranked player in the world. He was another of the 'small guys' that Safin really seemed to detest. Marat felt that his physical advantage of 6'4" and 195 pounds should see him through when he played guys who were his lesser. That is certainly how he felt about Hewitt, who was at most 5'11" and 150 pounds fully dressed. Hewitt was also a rival in the sense of his sex appeal. In a word, he was hot. To teach my Russian rogue, I decided to see if he wanted to get an added advantage over Safin in the semis. I know this may smack of being disloyal to the cock that feeds me, but Marat needed to be taught this lessen. I arrived at Marat's room and the first thing he did was ask me to take a shower with him. He loves doing it in the shower. I lathered up his body, and then sucked his massive cock until I could taste his pre-cum. As Marat moaned and groaned louder, I thought he was going to shoot his 'Moscow milk', so I eased off him. I wanted to save all his juice for later. I conveyed to him that I was disappointed in his behavior and that we were going to have to play "Pump the Prisoner." Actually, that was one of Safin's favorite games. I would tie his wrists and ankles to the bed and then totally have my way with him. Now I could have my way with him without tying him up but it got his adrenalin going when he was all tied up. Ever screwed a hot Russian? Well, there is nothing like it. Once I got him secured, I began to work his gorgeous body. I bit his man tits and left my mark on his neck. His tongue was thick and warm and I loved exploring his mouth and sharing spit with him. That's when I told him that I would be seeing Hewitt tonight. As mad as I've ever seen him get, he outdid himself. "Damn it, Drew, cut me loose, I don't want his Aussie ass near you!" "Well, Marat, he won't be near me." A minute later there was a knock on the door. It was Lleyton. I let him in and he became excited when he saw the towering Russian tied up. "Drew told me what was coming down. Aside from beating your fucking ass on the court tomorrow, he said I could beat your butt tonight. You've had something like this coming for a long time," Hewitt barked at Marat. Safin was in a state of disbelief that his fuck buddy, me, would do this to him. "Why are you letting this little prick do this to me?" Marat asked me. "It is just the price you have to pay for being such a jerk while I am away. You have to learn to trust me and do what I say. I asked you to be a good boy while I was gone and you acted like a spoiled idiot brat. Now you have to be pay for it with more than a fine. Hewitt is going to have his way with you for the next few hours. I will return and maybe, just maybe if I get a good report from Lleyton, you and I can get it on. So, if you ever want me again, be a good boy." With that I left the room and got some late dinner and took in a movie. I had not seen "The Time Machine”, and was a big fan of Guy Pearce, so I figured I'd go and fantasize a bit. To my surprise when I returned to Safin's room, Hewitt was still there. He was fucking the crap out of Marat and he had released him from the wrist and ankle holds. Marat's long muscular legs and arms were totally wrapped around Hewitt. "Aaahhhhhh Llllllleyton, lay me again. I can't believe I called you a little prick, cause you are anything but little!" I jumped on the bed with the two tennis hot bodies and Hewitt said, "Marat and I have come to an understanding. He will tell you all about it. I just want to thank you for setting this up. Marat truly understands now who is the #1 player on the circuit in more ways than one. Don't worry, Drew, he is still your boy toy, but as far as his attitude, I think he has had it adjusted, along with his cock. Man, the guy is an endless well of jock juice. You must never get tired of draining him." With that, Hewitt dressed and left. Marat was a bit done in from having been fucked continuously since I left and the evening was still young. He still had to deal with me. Over the next 6 hours, I fucked his ass more than any other night since we had been together. He shot more of his 'sweet tennis tea' over those 6 hours and was a cum-soaked mess. I figured I'd finish him off by taking him in the shower. As I screwed him with the water coming down on us, he told me that Hewitt fucked, sucked and fisted him, but it was not the same as when I did him. He asked me not to leave him again, but if I did, he would behave better. He never wanted me to set him up with anyone else. He only wanted me. By the way, top-seeded Hewitt advanced to the finals in the tournament the next day by beating No. 6 Marat Safin 2-6, 6-2, 7-6 (4) in just under 3 hours. That was about the same amount of time it took Hewitt to fuck Safin over the night before. "He basically won by three points," Safin said. "It's really sad, but that's life." The press of course thought Marat was referring to the match, but in reality it meant he had been out sucked, out fucked and freely fisted. Marat and I spent the night after his loss enjoying each other's company. He begged me to play "Pump the Prisoner" but only if I was going to stay and make him pay again. I agreed.