Racquetball

Gym Night Blows - Pt III: Racquets and Balls

Previously on Gym Night Blows Brett Walters, newly single, had finally acted on his long-term fantasy of giving and receiving a blowjob to/from another man. The target of this event was Steve Ramirez, the hot gay waiter from the local Dennys with whom he had developed an acquaintance. Having decided he was indeed bisexual, Brett made plans to pick Steve up for a racquetball date. Nichole, fellow server at the Dennys and friend of Steve, after fantasizing about a possible foursome with the two men, herself, and her boyfriend, Tim, went home to have her own orgasmic round of hot straight sex.

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Setting their equipment bags on the bench outside the concrete racquetball court enclosure, Brett and Steve extracted their racquets. Brett removed two blue Penn racquetballs from his can, sticking one in the front pocket of his gym shorts as he palmed the other. It was eighty-nine degrees at 1:20 in the Florida afternoon and trickles of sweat were already forming to run into their eyes. Both men put sweatbands on their foreheads and sports gloves on their right hands. Each hung a set of protective eye goggles around their neck by adjustable elastic straps.

Brett bounced the ball experimentally on the taut strings of his racquet. "Been a while since I did this. My best friend in high school taught me. I remember for the first few months he kicked my ass all over the court before I finally got good enough to give him actual competition."

"Do you still play with him?" Steve inquired.

"He transferred to University of Maine to complete his degree two years ago. Since then, I've just had myself to play with."

"I wouldn't mind seeing that," Steve said with a wicked grin.

Brett, realizing what he had just said, laughed. "You may get the chance at that. You ready?"

The college campus was sparsely populated at this time of day with most students being in class or off at the beach. There was a mixed doubles foursome of two guys and two girls at the nearby tennis court and a few young students wandering between the dorms. Nobody paid any attention to the two men.

"Let's smack some balls," Steve replied, bouncing his racquet on his left palm.

The court was enclosed on all four sides by twenty-foot-high concrete walls with metal mesh covering the roof area. The mesh was like a chain link fence with openings to allow for light and air flow. The floor area was twenty feet wide by forty feet long. Entering the enclosure behind Steve, Brett closed and latched the heavy wooden door in what was the back wall of the court before setting his wallet and keys in the corner where they hopefully would not interfere with the trajectory of any shots. Steve added his own wallet, keys and two bottles of water.

The two men proceeded to do a few stretches before starting their game. Brett found himself once again watching Steve's lithe musculature as it rippled during his exercises.

Damn, he is really well put together

, he thought...

as I discovered night before last...

The darkly handsome twenty-three-year-old waiter looked fantastic in black tank-top, grey shorts, and black and white running shoes. As Steve bent over in a toe touch in front of him, his taut ass displayed nicely, Brett couldn't help but wet his lips with his tongue. His mouth was suddenly dry.

After a final stretch of his back muscles Steve put his goggles over his eyes. "Let's knock it around for a few first. Okay?"

"Sounds good." Brett covered his own eyes with transparent goggles before dropping the ball which he lightly hit towards the front wall of the court.

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Nichole Hardesty, after dropping Tim at the Science Building for his 1:00 p.m. biology test, decided to grab a quick sandwich at the cafeteria and maybe take a stroll through the campus gardens. It was a hot day and the wooded area with lots of walking trails and benches would be shady and cooler. As she didn't have to be anywhere for a while she figured she could relax on a bench and maybe feed the squirrels until time to pick up Tim. Coming out of the campus cafeteria, Nichole passed Herrington Hall Dormitory when she saw what looked like Steve and his cute friend Brett. The two men were just going into the racquetball court.

Interesting

, she thought, recalling her fantasy of the night before.

Nichole had indeed given Tim her own version of a biology test again when she awoke. The whole time she was making frantic love to Tim, her mind had insisted on wandering to the two hot men. She was fairly sure that Steve had indeed succeeded in working out the kink in Brett's hose. Her vagina began to heat up at the thought of Steve on his knees blowing the hunky Brett.

So, if I'm right, that means Brett is bisexual and single...

Her mind began mulling over possible scenarios as she continued toward the gardens.

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As the ball zipped toward the right-side wall at a high rate of speed, Steve darted to the back middle of the court where he figured the ball would land once it came off the wall. As the ball struck the floor and bounced, he swung his racquet. The impact with the ball was solid and straight on. The hard rubber ball flew forward just as Brett turned to see where Steve and the ball were located. The sudden impact of a hard rubber ball moving at approximately 120 miles per hour striking him square between the legs caused him to double over.

"Oh shit! Are you okay?" Steve asked.

"Yeeeahhhh," Brett groaned, cradling his testicles as his racquet dangled from its wrist strap.

Steve couldn't help but chuckle a little as he walked up to his friend. "Guess we should have worn cups."

Brett straightened with a groan. "Guess so." He laughed. "I see you go with the philosophy of 'If you can't beat 'em, hit 'em in the nuts.' Don't worry, it's not the first time that's happened. I should have known better."

"What do you mean "Cant beat 'em?" In case you hadn't noticed the score stands at nine to six, my favor."

"Fine. But I won the first game by two," Brett said, breathing shallowly.

Wiping a drop of sweat from his nose, Steve grinned and looked at Brett. The man was perspiring, and his face was flushed from heat as well as pain. His grey tee shirt was dark with sweat and plastered to his well-defined chest. His hair straggled onto his forehead, partially covering the sweatband. With the goggles on he looked like a diver who had just surfaced. As Steve met Brett's hazel eyes he swallowed. He felt like he was falling into an inferno.

God, he's beautiful,

he thought. "You know - I could help you with that..." Taking another step forward he placed his left hand loosely on Brett's thigh.

As his dick surged in his shorts, Brett took in his surroundings. They were isolated in this 20 by 40-foot concrete structure behind a locked door. There were no windows. Steve, noting Brett's reaction, began stroking the rapidly hardening flesh. As his cock hardened, Brett groaned, his injured balls forgotten.

Steve slipped his right wrist from the strap holding his racquet and set it down by his feet. Sliding his hand inside Brett's shorts and boxers he slid his gloved palm over the solid length of dick until he reached Brett's balls. Cupping them, he kneaded them gently. "Does that feel better?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," Brett groaned. "Much better." The feel of the faux-leather fingerless glove was a new sensation on his balls. A tad rough, but not uncomfortably so. The leather of the glove held his balls more firmly with no slip. Steve's bare fingertips tickled his inner thighs to each side of his dangling testicles.

Leaning in, Steve kissed the nape of Brett's neck. He tasted salt from the perspiration. "Mmmm," he said.

Brett closed his eyes and leaned his head back. The feel of Steve's lips nuzzling on his neck was fantastic. The man's perpetual five o'clock shadow tickled the sensitive skin deliciously. His pulse sped up. As Steve stroked his dick, Brett cradled the man's head in one hand, holding his lips against his friend's sweaty neck. Brett marvelled at the salty taste. Brett had never before tasted man sweat. It was oddly erotic. Sure, he had kissed and nuzzled his girlfriend's neck while she was enthusiastically bouncing on his hard dick in the throes of passion, but this was different. The smell was intoxicating. Brett let his tongue slip out from between his lips for an experimental taste test. Steve moaned against his shoulder, a deep throated sound of pleasure. Wriggling his other hand, Brett dropped his own racquet on the concrete floor as his blood pounded in his ears.

Steve pulled his head back as Brett's hand moved to his upper back. Looking up, he met Brett's hazel eyes. He could see pure desire in the man's gaze as Brett met his stare. Brett's Adam's Apple bobbed as he reflexively swallowed.

Brett had never kissed another man in his life, but at this moment he truly wanted to kiss the one standing in front of him. Cupping Steve's head once more in his palm he leaned down. Being as Steve was only one inch shorter than his own 5'11", Brett didn't have to lean far. He was used to kissing people much shorter as his tallest girlfriend had been 5'8". Steve tilted his head up a bit and met him. As their lips met, Brett once more closed his eyes.

When Brett cupped the back of his head and leaned down, Steve rose to meet him. As their lips met, he let his inexperienced partner lead. He didn't want to frighten Brett, who he was sure had never before kissed another man. When he felt Brett's tongue press against his mouth he parted his lips. As their tongues met in a frenzy he reached up and gently put his left hand behind Brett's neck as his right continued stroking the man's twitching pole.

The sensation of Steve's stubble rubbing against his lower face was new. It kind of tickled, yet wasn't unpleasant at all.

Holy crap!

he thought.

This is fucking hot!

As Steve met his tongue with his own, Brett pulled the man in. His entire body was on fire with lust. Breaking the kiss he placed his ungloved left palm on Steve's cheekbone. Rubbing the stubble there he smiled. It did kind of tickle. Steves skin wasn't smooth like a woman's, but it was flushed and warm under his hand.

Damn, I think I'm more attracted to him than I was to Cindy

, he thought.

Steve leaned his head into Brett's strong hand for a moment. Removing his hand from Brett's shorts he pulled off the sports glove and dropped it. Placing his hands on Brett's chest, he felt the hard nubs of nipples through the sweat damp tee shirt. Giving Brett a light push back, he lifted his head and squatted partially down. He moved his hands to hook his thumbs in the elastic band of Brett's gym shorts.

Brett swallowed. His heart was pounding, and his racing blood caused a roaring in his ears. "Wait...," he gasped. "What if someone hears us?"

Steve smirked. "We're in a twenty-foot-tall concrete box." Steve cocked his head to one side. "I don't hear anyone, do you?"

Brett shuddered as Steve licked his abdomen through the shirt. The feel of Steve's tongue probing his belly button through the cloth of his shirt drove him crazy. His dick surged. "No," he gasped.

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Sitting on the bench in the wooded garden area, Nichole took a bite of her ham sandwich and took a sip of her iced tea. It was a little cooler under the pine trees in the shade, but the Florida humidity was still heavy in the afternoon air. Taking a final bite, she tossed the last bit of bread to the curious squirrel watching her from where it squatted about four feet away. The grayish brown animal's dark eyes were fastened on her hopefully as his nose wiggled. She smiled as the furry creature grabbed the food in his little paws and began furiously nibbling. Apparently, the squirrels were used to being fed by people as he showed very little fear. Wiping her hands, she stood from the bench. The squirrel scampered away. Running up a nearby tree he perched on a limb and chattered at her. Checking her cell for the time, she noted she still had a while before Tim would be done with his test. Retrieving her purse and dropping her lunch remains in a nearby trashcan, she decided to finish her walk. Maybe a stroll towards the racquetball courts...

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Hiking Brett's shorts down to knee height, Steve licked his lips as Brett's cock sprung out like a lance. It was fully rigid. The thick, veined shaft pulsed. As he watched, it twitched up and down, a drop of transparent liquid seeping from the purplish head. Leaning in, he breathed in the fragrant musk of sweaty man balls and dick. His own cock was rock hard in his shorts. Extruding his tongue, he licked the drop of precum from the mushroom head.

God, that tastes good,

he thought.

Brett groaned and fisted his hands as Steve licked the extremely sensitive head of his rock-hard dick. His testicles drew up some and he could have sworn his rigid shaft got even harder. When Steve lowered his hot mouth onto his manhood, Brett groaned and fisted his hands. "Jesus Christ, that's good."

Steve took about four inches of this gorgeous man's hard cock into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. Reaching up from where he squatted, he cupped Brett's balls, rubbing his fingers through the prickly short hairs. He loved the taste of dick and lived for the feel of power over another man that was granted to the person with the penis in his mouth. He knew Brett would do almost anything for him to continue sucking his dick. As he fondled Brett's balls, the man groaned loudly. Raising up until just the tip was in his mouth he tickled the underside with his tongue. Looking up he saw that Brett's eyes were closed in tormented bliss. The man's hands were tightly fisted at his sides. Steve swooped back down, engulfing the entire delicious seven inches in his hungry mouth. He tasted every millimeter of the shaft on the way down, continuing until Brett's pubic hairs tickled his nose. Steve was in heaven as he listened to Brett moan in bliss while he got his gorgeous dick sucked. He felt triumph when Brett's strong hands gripped the back of his head, pulling him in, forcing his dick deeper into the depths of Steve's inviting throat.

His dick pulsating, heart beating a mile a minute, Brett let out a groan of absolute pleasure.

God..., no girl ever made me feel like this. Jesus Christ,

he thought as Steve's nose bumped against his lower stomac, seven inches of hard man meat buried in the back of his throat.

Steve gripped Brett's taut ass, massaging as he pulled the man in closer.

Damn, he tastes good! Gabe never tasted this wonderful... Or maybe it's just that I'm more attracted to Brett than I ever was to Gabe. Fuck it!

Steve drew back to the tip of Brett's fantastic prick, tongue tasting the man's meat, sweat, and precum as he went. Pursing his lips when he reached the tip he kissed the very top of Brett's dick, right on the slit, before suckling the spot right under the head.

Brett almost screamed when Steve kissed the head of his dick and began sucking, his head canted sideways, on the ridge of flesh where the head joined with the shaft.

FUUUCCCCKKKKKK! He thought.

When Steve released his dick from the depths of his molten mouth Brett sagged. Opening eyes which had been closed in bliss he looked down. Steve was gazing up at him, his dark eyes shining, a smirk on his luscious lips.

Steve grinned up at the beautiful face looking down at him. He loved the sight of Brett lost in the throes of bliss - sheer naked need in his pleading eyes. Gripping Brett's hips for balance, Steve slowly rose. When he stood - his body as erect as his raging hard-on - he leaned in and lightly kissed Brett on his lips. Steve stepped back, a sultry grin on his well-tanned face.

When Steve stepped back Brett blinked. Was something wrong? But, when the beautifully handsome Hispanic man winked and grinned he felt a flush of relief.

Steve, glancing back over his shoulder, walked to the corner of the court. Raising one hand he crooked a finger in invitation. "Come here," he said quietly.

Brett pulled up his underwear and shorts, groaning as his still hard dick was pushed awkwardly upward against his belly by the constraining material. Awkwardly he moved to where Steve waited by the red line running across the front wall of the court.

Steve almost giggled when Brett tucked his rock hard seven inches into the cottony underwear. Swallowing the giggle, he grinned and beckoned at the man. He couldn't tear his eyes away as the man walked over to him. Brett was 5'11" of beautiful man. Broad shoulders, tapered abdomen, muscular legs and arms. He was captivating. When Brett stopped in front of him, Steve reached out and stroked the man's cheek. His fingers marveled at the feel of Brett's scratchy 5 o'clock shadow. It tickled slightly as he rubbed his palm on the warm, flushed skin. Dropping his hand he met Brett's wanton gaze. Using one foot to help the other, Steve pushed off his shoes. Reaching down, he lowered his shorts.

Brett swallowed the lump in his throat as Steve lowered his gym shorts. The trail of hair leading down to his crotch was like the pathway to Nirvana. Brett wanted to follow that trail with his tongue. The tip of Steve's dick appeared, a drop of precum glistening in the slit. Slowly, the length of Steve's dick was revealed in it's glory. When the full 7.5 inches was revealed, proudly erect, slightly bouncing with the man's breath and movements, Brett took a deep breath. Steve was magnificent. His body was perfectly formed. When Steve dropped his shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them, Brett drank in the sight. No woman he had ever been with had ever been this gorgeous. Steve's muscular chest rippled. His six pack abs were like a washboard and his dick...,

My lord it's beautiful,

he thought. Reaching out he lay a palm against the firm muscular hardness.

Steve lay one hand over the back of Brett's hand where it rested on his stomach. Looking up he lightly brushed his lips across Brett's. Gently, reluctantly, he removed the hand.

When Steve turned, his beautiful ass coming into full glorious view, Brett wasn't sure what to think. Then Steve, head turned to look back over his shoulder, turned and leaned down. He placed his hands against the corner, one on the front wall, the other on the left. His head leaned into the angle of the corner junction.

Brett blinked rapidly. His heartbeat accelerated even more. Steve was in front of him, leaning over, his hole beckoning. The invitation was obvious. Brett drank in the sight. This was certainly not the first time a person had bent over in front of him, inviting him to plunge his dick into molten depths. But, doggy style with a woman, her hot sopping hole designed by nature to enfold and envelop the length of a man, was not the same by a long shot. He could see Steve's testicles hanging down... dangling there, partially blocking the view of the firm pole jutting out from between hairy muscular thighs, angled slightly down by gravity. Brett looked at the taut musculature of Steve's ass. It looked firm, hardened, not at all like the soft full flesh of a woman's taut ass.

Dare I? Can I? Fuck a man up the ass?

Brett licked his lips.

Yes. I can,

he thought. Stepping forward he placed a hand on the hard glutes.

Brett stroked the firm mounds of this gorgeous man's ass. It felt great. Placing his other hand on the right cheek he gently massaged. Steve groaned, his head dropping into the corner. Brett squatted down. Leaning in he placed his lips on the top of Steve's buttocks, right at the very apex of his crack. He inhaled the man smell. The odor was both sweet and sour. Man flesh, sweat. He took a deep breath before extruding his tongue to lick a runnel of perspiration at the base of Steve's taut back. He was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. His dick, denied the finale, surged in his shorts.