Wimble Men

By karl sims

Published on Jul 10, 2006

Gay

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. I do not claim to know anything about the sexuality of any of the celebrities mentioned. Feel free to e-mail me comments I will do my best to reply.

Wimble-MEN!

So it's him again. Roger Federer sighed as he clicked the off button on his TV remote control and lay back on his bed. Now back in his rented South West London apartment after completing the biggest white wash in Wimbledon semi-final history beating Bjorkman 6-2,6-0,6-2, Federer's mind had turned to his final opponent. It was his only nemesis in the world of men's professional tennis. Rafael Nadal.

Earlier this summer Nadal had ended Roger's dream of a career grand slam for at least one more year, by defeating him on clay at Roland Garros, in the French Open Final. This was one of 4 defeats against Nadal this year and the young Spaniard was starting to piss Roger off.

And it was about more than just tennis. All Roger's other rivals in recent years just couldn't match the fine specimen of male perfection that Roger was. Andy Roddick is a strong, lean, sexy American boy.... but he is just that.... a boy compared to Roger. Lleyton Hewitt is a incredibly fit, lithe, toned young man, but again he is nothing compared to Federer. Even the hunky Russian Marat Safin doesn't exude male sex appeal in the way Roger does.

But there was the problem. Nadal rivalled Roger's near perfection. Roger's firm toned buttocks were matched by the young Spaniard's equally muscular backside. Roger's broad, sculpted, chest was equalled by the tanned, hairless, Spanish torso. Roger's big powerful thighs were rivalled by Nadal's glistening legs. Both players had big bulging arms, fully displaying their power and strength.

And then..... there were the prized assets. The crotch. Roger's big, hairy, low hanging balls and thick, uncut, 6 inch flaccid cock had been the over powering alpha male assets in the locker room. But now Nadal's manhood was just as impressive. His cock may be a little shorter when soft, but certainly not by more than half an inch, and it is even thicker than Roger's. Furthermore, it is circumcised, leaving the big purple head permanently on display. His balls are less hairy and don't hang as low, but they are equally as virile and cum filled as Federer's.

Yes there was no denying it. The tennis court, be it grass, hard court or clay, was not the only place that Federer felt threatened by Nadal.

Andy Roddick had been so in awe of Roger previously that following last year's Wimbledon final he had spent most of the next 24 hours allowing Roger to fuck him and use him as a common cum slut. But this year Roddick had to admit to Roger that even he couldn't take his eyes off the body of Nadal.

Even though Andy still allowed Roger to use his mouth as a sex tool before and after the American's disappointing defeat to Andy Murray this year, he was clearly not as dedicated to his master, both on and off the court, as he had been previously.

Roger pondered this as he lay there on his bed absently mindedly rubbing his crotch through his tennis shorts and his jock strap. His cock was hard and Roger knew that there was only one thing that would quell that yearning. It was not just beating Nadal in Sunday's final, but it was raping the young Spaniard's ass in the locker room afterwards too. That thought brought a smile to Roger's face....

To be continued.....

Next: Chapter 2


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