Quintin looked at me with lust in his eyes. His dark gaze looked me up and down. “The hamburgers are here.”
My face went a bright shade of red. How much did he see of me? My towel covered my ass pretty well but I didn't do a good job of covering up my manliness.
I gulped. “I'll be down in a minute.”
I ran into my bedroom and shut the door, gasping for breath. I stood there for a moment with a smile on my face.
I knew that Quintin wouldn't be able to resist me anymore.
Chapter Five
My mom and Quintin were already sitting down at the dinner table when I arrived. The smell of grilled meat in the air made my stomach grumble. I'd barely eaten anything the entire day. I went to the brown fast food bag and pulled out the last remaining burger in a wrapper.
“Quintin got some fries for you too,” my mom said.
I turned to Quintin and gave him a smile. “Thank you.”
He returned the smile and continued to eat.
I sat down with the family and unwrapped my burger. The smell of pickles immediately filled my nose. I lifted up the bun and spotted three ugly pickles sitting there in a mess of ketchup.
“Disgusting,” I said.
“What? You don't like pickles?” Quintin asked.
“I'm so sorry, honey,” my mom said. “I completely forgot to tell Quintin about your allergy to pickles.”
I wanted to plug my nose as I took each pickle out and threw it in the trash. “I'm not allergic to pickles. I just don't like them.”
I took the first bite out of my burger and winced. Pickle juice had made its way into the meat. There was no way to salvage this. I continued to eat it and tried not to gag.
“So tell me all about tennis?” my mom asked me.
“It went it okay,” I replied. I was torn between trying to play it down for my mom and dressing it up for Quintin. I didn't want her to know how much fun I had. In fact I couldn't stop thinking about tomorrow.
“Just okay?” Quintin replied. He turned to my mom. “I think Dante has some real talent.”
I almost choked on my food. He thought I had talent? That couldn't have been farther from the truth.
My mom had a shocked face. “Well I knew she had it in her. All she had to do was apply herself.”
Quintin nodded. “I think we could make some real progress if we spent the summer practicing before Dante went back to college. Maybe he could even try out for his college team.”
Now that was a stretch. I'd only been one day and I wasn't very good. Maybe Quintin had an ulterior motive? What if he was prepping my mom for the fact that we would be spending a lot of time together soon.
My mom put her hand on top of mine. “Do you think you would want to try out for a team?”
I took another bite of my hamburger and wanted to spit it out. But I pulled through and managed to swallow it. “I don't know. Maybe it's possible if Quintin and I played more together.”
My mom wiped ketchup off her mouth with a napkin. “Wow I can't believe it. After this morning, I thought that this was going to lead to nowhere. Now you might be trying out for a college team.”
I couldn't believe it either.
But tennis was the last thing on my mind.
And I knew Quintin felt the same way.
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The next morning, I spent hours looking for the right shorts. I knew I had bought a pair for workouts a long time ago. It would be perfect for tennis. I couldn't show up wearing the sweat pants that I wore the last time.
I needed to knock Quintin's socks off. I needed him to ravage me the moment he laid eyes on me. I tore apart my entire closet and came up empty handed.
My bedroom door opened and Quintin poked his head in. He normally knocked but not this time. What was he trying to do? Catch me with my clothes off?
Instead he caught me wearing the ugliest pajamas with yellow ducks on it. My room looked like my closet had just projectile barfed everywhere.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt but I wanted to know if you wanted me to drive you to the tennis courts. No need for both of us to drive there.”
I nodded. “That sounds good to me.”
Quintin closed the door and I was finally able to exhale. What if he had caught me completely naked? I almost wished that would've happened. I cursed my terrible pajamas. Now I knew that Quintin might walk in on me at any moment.
The next time I'd be prepared.
I ran my fingers through my hair wondering where those shorts could be. I realized that I used to kick clothes under my bed when my mom asked me to clean my room. I scooped clothes out of the way and found a treasure trove under my bed.
Clothes that I hadn't seen in years were under there. Tiny shirts, dirty socks, and even some stuffed animals. I pulled everything out and thought that I was going to come up empty-handed until I found a little bit of gray peeking out from behind a stuffed elephant.
I pulled the old gray shorts that I used to wear in P.E. and raised them over my head in triumph. Now the big question was: did they even fit me anymore?
I tore off my pajama pants and put on the shorts. They was a little small but open enough for my legs to move around. I didn't know if tennis players played without underwear or not. It seemed like it would just get in the way.
I wasn't going to wear anything.
Quintin was going to get the shock of his life.
Chapter Six
I joined Quintin in the garage as he was loading the car with his bag filled with rackets and balls.
“I'm all ready,” I announced.
Quintin closed the trunk and got a good look at me. His eyes almost burst out of his sockets. “Wow you look very nice. You look like you could really be a tennis player.”
I paired my gray shorts with a light blue polo shirt. I did a little spin around. I could tell that Quintin wanted to discover my secrets. “Thank you. I'm glad you like it. I'm ready to take this serious.”
“Good to hear. Let's get to it then.” Quintin jumped into his black BMW and I joined him in the passenger side.
The leather seats felt good against my bare legs. I put my hands on my thighs and rubbed them up and down slowly. I could feel Quintin's eyes on me as he hit the push-start ignition. The car rumbled to life and I could feel it through my balls.
We pulled out of the garage and Quintin slammed the pedal to the floor when we hit the open road. My body was pushed back into the seat and I could feel the G-Force against my face.
I didn't know what to say to him and looking over at Quintin he had an uncomfortable look on his face. He didn't know what to say either.
But one of us had to break the ice. “How long have you been playing tennis?” I asked.
Quintin rotated the steering wheel hand-over-hand as he took a corner. “God, I've held a racket every since I was a baby. Or at least that's what my mother said.”
“Did you ever play professionally?” I asked.
“I guess your mom never told you the story, huh?”
I shook my head and waited patiently. I had no idea that there was a story.
Quintin gripped the steering wheel tighter.“Well it was about ten years ago now. I actually can't believe it's been that long. I was competing in the U.S. Open. Do you know what that is?”
“I might not of played tennis before but I'm not stupid. Getting to the U.S. Open is a major thing.”
I couldn't believe he was that good at tennis. I mean looking at him, he certainly seemed like he could compete at a top level. He was in such good shape. But I didn't know enough about tennis.
“Right. It was especially for me. I had worked so hard my entire life and it all ended so suddenly. It wasn't even during a match. I was practicing on the court before my first opponent and I landed on my ankle wrong. Turned out I had torn my achilles.”
I winced immediately. I couldn't imagine that type of pain.
“By the time I had recovered, my chance had past.”
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s story was so heartbreaking. To get so close to a dream for it all to collapse in front of you was terrible. I really felt for him. I wanted to give him a big hug but thought it might be too much.
“Enough of this sappy shit. Let's go play some tennis.”
I didn't even realize that we were sitting in the parking lot of my old high school. I was completely enthralled with his story that time flew by so fast.
We entered the courts and Quintin set down the bags of gear. “Let's do some stretching before we start. Don't want to pull any muscles right?”
I followed Quintin's stretch routine as closely as I could. The air breezed up my open shorts and gave me a chill. I'd never gone commando before.
I had to be careful not to bend over too far or else Quintin would see everything. And it wasn't time for that yet.
Quintin brought out his racket and handed me mine. “Why don't you go to the other side of the court and I'll warm you up with a few balls.”
I wanted him to warm me up with his nice hard cock.
I ran over to the other side of the net and took my position. I tried to remember what Quintin had taught me the day before about twisting at my hips.
The first ball came at me with blinding speed. Faster than they were coming yesterday. I closed my eyes and swung the racket and it actually connected with the tennis ball. It crossed the net barely hitting the top of it.
And it landed in bounds.
Quintin moved towards it and hit back to me.
This wasn't as easy as I thought. The first ball had been hit straight to me and I didn't have to move. This time I had to go to the ball but I couldn't hit it with my feet planted as I did the first time.
The ball went flying straight up into the sky and landed back on my side of the court. “Sorry about that,” I yelled to Quintin.
“Don't worry about it, Dante. You'll get the hang of it. Let's try a few more,” he replied.
Quintin hit ball after ball to me. I was able to hit it back and keep it in bounds the first time. But the second I had to move to the ball, I couldn't keep the same form and the ball went flying wild.
“I don't think I'm going to get this,” I said.
“I know you're discouraged but you're actually doing really well. Let me come over there and show you a few pointers.”
This was what I wanted. His body against me again. This was a chance to show him how much I needed him.
Chapter Seven
Quintin set down his racket on a bench and came over to my side. “I think I know what you're problem is,” he said.
“Yeah I already know I'm terrible at this,” I replied.
“Not at all. I think you're getting nervous whenever the ball lands outside your comfort zone. I want you to take your position and I'll bounce the ball just out of reach.”
Quintin showed me what to do. He bent down low and shuffled his feet towards the ball. “Keep low to the ground and line yourself up with the ball. We'll start with it just out of reach so take your position.”
This isn't what I wanted. I needed him to come behind and press against me. Show me how to swing properly.
I took my position and Quintin bounced the ball a foot to my left. I shuffled over and kept low like he said. My form stayed the same and I was able to hit the ball over the net and in bounds.
“There you go! Now it's not much different if the ball is farther away. You won't need to keep low as much and you can open your body more. This will all come in time. But for now we'll stay with the ball closer to you.”
Quintin was ready to go back to the other side of the court but I couldn't let him go yet. “Can you show me how to swing one more time. I feel like I'm close to getting it.”
He didn't hesitate to come over. He took his position behind me and grabbed my arms, using me like a marionette doll. “Don't try to think about it too much just let it flow natural.”
He moved my arm with the racket in a swinging motion. I pushed my ass out to meet the front of his shorts as I did the motion. I could feel him hard against me. Excitement grew in my veins. I could hear Quintin take a sharp breath in.
“Is this right?” I asked innocently.
He didn't know what to say or do next.
I stepped forward and away from Quintin. I pulled down my shorts and showed him my bare ass. “Can you show me?” I asked.
Quintin came over and put his arms on my shoulders. He spun me around until I faced him and our eyes locked. The wanting in his eyes was overflowing.
He kissed me hard, our lips pressed together. I separated mine and moaned as his tongue entered my mouth. The sizzling feel of pleasure hit me like lightning. Quintin's arms wrapped around me and pushed me deeper into the kiss.
Quintin moved my head to side and burrowed into my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh. His other hand reached down and under my shorts. My thighs were slick with pre-come. He ran his finger up my leg until he hit my pulsing penis.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, playing gently with my shaft.
“Yes,” I breathed into his ear.
Quintin was unstoppable now. His claws tore at my shirt until I lifted it off my head and threw it onto the court. His eyes lit up at the sight of my chiseled chest.
“When I saw you in that towel after the shower, I knew I had to have you,” he said. Quintin ran his fingers along my pecs and circled around my nipples until they became pencil erasers.
Quintin knew how to make every moment feel like an orgasm.
I went to take my shorts all the way off and Quintin stopped me. “You look good in that. Keep it on.”
He pulled off his tight shirt and showed off his massive arms and hard pecs. I ran my hands over his chest and felt every muscle. He really was a work of art.
“I can't wait any longer,” I replied. “Take me now.”
Quintin kissed me once more, his hands gripping my ass cheeks under my shorts. “Bend over the net,” he ordered.
I didn't even think that was a possibility. I walked over to the net and placed my body weight against it. Surprisingly it held me. Quintin slowly pulled my shorts down until my entire ass was exposed. I looked behind me to see him pull his own shorts down.
I was shocked to see this massive length standing at attention. I thought I'd imagined what he looked like before but this was bigger than I ever could imagine. “Be gentle. You're so big.”
Quintin took his position behind and put his hands on my hips. The head of his penis lightly teased my eager opening. I needed him now more than ever. Quintin crammed his thickness into me with such force that my body lurched forward and almost broke the net.
His cock was way too big. My ass stretched and stretched to accommodate him but it wasn't enough. Quintin grunted as he began to thrust, working his way deeper and deeper.
“You're so tight,” Quintin moaned.
“I never knew it could feel this good,” I replied.
My orgasm went off without any notice. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as Quintin fucked me hard. Spasms shook my legs and it took all my strength to keep me standing.
The scenery spun around me. The ecstasy was too much to handle. Quintin's cock was too much to handle.
Chapter Eight
The first orgasm wouldn't be the last. Quintin's finger dug deep into my sides as his hips slammed into my cushy ass. The smacking sound could be heard for miles.
My fingers fit through the holes of the net as I held on for dear life. Quintin grabbed my short hair and snapped my head back. He used his hold on me to gain better leverage to fuck me even deeper than before.
“It feels so good,” I said through gritted teeth. Another orgasm washed over me sending me into a frenzy.
A smack on my ass brought me to attention. “Do you want more?” Quintin asked.
“Yes please,” I replied.
Quintin swung his hand harder and connected with my other ass cheek. I cried out in pain but asked for more. I knew my ass was going to be sore tomorrow.<
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“I'm close, Dante,” Quintin moaned.
“Come inside me, Quintin. Fill me up.”
Quintin's breathing quickened. His thrusts picked up speed. His fingernails broke my skin as his cock spurted within me.
My body broke out in tremors as Quintin's seed poured into me. The peak of the pleasure seemed to go on forever, both of us entwined in an eternal state of bliss.
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