Date: 6/14/2016, Categories: Gay, Author: seeker4, Source: LushStories
Tony returned my serve with a good hard smash, sending me scrambling to catch it. To my surprise and delight, my tennis racket connected and sent the ball hurtling back low over the net. It hit the ground just inside the line and just out of his reach, giving me match point. “Fuck you, Alex!” he cursed in his lovely English accent. He always reminded of Paul McCartney when he spoke. “I do have to win one every now and then. It’s only fair, Tony,” I responded cheerfully. My friend’s usual friendly smile returned. We shook hands over the net and headed for the clubhouse. Inside, we quickly stripped off our sweaty tennis clothes and hit the showers. As I rinsed off under the hot spray, my eyes feasted on the sight of Tony’s naked body. He was a bit taller than me and in fantastic condition. His chest and belly were toned; his limbs lean and muscular. A fine pelt of dark hair covered his abdomen, leading to down to his thick, curly pubic hair. Below that was the piece de resistance of his male anatomy. Tony’s cock looked to be at least seven inches long and very thick, or at least so it seemed to me. I had never seen my friend hard but even flaccid, his penis was impressive. Almost since I had met Tony at the tennis club a few months before, I had craved that cock. I wanted it in my hand, my mouth, my ass; whatever he would be willing to do. Every time we showered together, I found myself thinking about it. A couple times, I’d finished the shower with my own cock nearly erect, ...