The Hungry Angel in White

With hungry lips, the blond began to lick my breasts and nipples, slowly descending downwards. His large hands firmly grasped my ass. He started licking the tip of my head, slowly conquering inch by inch of my pride, until he swallowed it whole. In his hot mouth hid a very playful tongue. The little one knows his craft, I thought to myself. Driven by passion, I thrust my rod deep into his throat, but it seemed that the handsome one enjoyed such a game

I think I will remain young forever, and crazy, of course, and that tennis will always be my favorite sport. I don't know exactly the beginnings of that love, whether it's because of the white color or the discreet silence; but I know that I have always been fascinated by guys who play tennis. I have never been indifferent to those swift, sinewy bodies and their agility.
Let me tell you a story that happened last year, which greatly contributed to the further inflaming of my passions for the white sport. I headed after work to the clay court, my favorite. Particularly dear not because of the surface, but because Toni, the blond guy, athletic build, tanned skin, all in all, a devilishly hot look, worked there. His perfect abs and waist made his chest wide. His firm, rounded ass, which was outlined in white sports shorts, caught my eye. Of course, in those summer shorts, another 'defined' part of the body was also visible. Besides, it was more than obvious on which side his sleeping cock lay.

That day, the blond beauty was standing alone in the shade under the tent, not far from the court. He was probably on a break, I thought upon seeing him. His body was perfectly sculpted, so I could bet he visited the gym at least seven times a week; it was so tempting that I could watch him for hours. And this time, I sat at my table, the front row by the tennis court, and watched him sipping cola in the corner. It seemed that he was enjoying playing with the straw, pulling it in and out of his beautiful full lips. That sight stirred my imagination; the plastic straw was in my mind a substitute for something much more interesting. I paid the bill and decided to approach the blond athlete. As I approached him, I noticed the taut muscles on his arms, but my gaze automatically dropped to his more than attractive groin. He looked at me but did not react. I was unusually in the mood that afternoon. I stepped towards him and indifferently tossed:

"I have something much more fun to play with than that straw. And I guarantee it's much tastier than cola."
He looked at me in surprise. At that moment, I was flushed and thought what a stupid country bumpkin I was. But then I noticed a wide smile appearing on his beautiful face.
"Yes, and I think I need something more fun than this."
And he looked straight at my groin. I was drenched in sweat. I certainly did not expect this from the blond beauty. I smiled at him and approached to introduce ourselves formally. We chatted a bit, laughed, and stood in the shade of the tent for about an hour when Toni took the initiative.

"I need to go to the locker room," he suddenly said. "Are you coming with me? I need to sign something."
I agreed, as I felt very comfortable in his company, and I wanted to have him by my side as much as possible. We walked around the court and headed to the locker room - unlike the outside heat, it was a pleasant 20 degrees in the locker room. A delight. In the corner stood a table at which he sat and pulled out a paper from the drawer to sign.
"Control," he said, and after a few moments added. "You know, I've seen you here often, and I must admit it flatters me terribly that you watch me."

I felt awkward, purely because of the realization that I had long been uncovered. He looked at me with a teasing smile and said:
"Do you want to get to know each other better?"

I was speechless like a little kid, not taking my eyes off his blue ones. He was completely free, proud to be dominant. He took off his white polo shirt and revealed finely sculpted chest with pointed, large nipples. I wasn't in the mood for talk; I went into action. In fact, my hands automatically reached for his nipples and began to rub them until they were completely hardened. Then they started to explore that athletic build. His body was hard and toned, but not as hard as the cock that was visible in his shorts. That splendid piece of masculinity, which I often estimated to be large, shone before my eyes in full length. I knelt down, wanting to take him in my mouth, but he stopped me before I could taste that beautiful piece of meat.
"Wait, I would like to try what you promised is much better than cola," he interrupted my intention, confirming once again his dominance.

I had nothing against that; on the contrary, I longed for it. His strong hands freed my beast. We stood facing each other and accidentally touched our rods, which were fully erect, sticking out in front of us. A strange feeling coursed through my body. With hungry lips, the blond began to lick my breasts and nipples, slowly descending downwards. His large hands firmly grasped my ass. He started licking the tip of my head, slowly conquering inch by inch of my pride, until he swallowed it whole. In his hot mouth hid a very playful tongue. The little one knows his craft, I thought to myself. Driven by passion, I thrust my rod deep into his throat, but it seemed that the handsome one enjoyed such a game.
"Take it all," I groaned, intoxicated by passion. "Show me what kind of man you are."

And indeed, the guy made a great effort. A skilled sucker, I must admit, so skilled that he drove me crazy and, even too quickly, led me to the peak. When he felt I was close to shooting a hot load, he stopped.
"Nooo," he squeaked, "I want that cock deep inside me, I want you to fuck me."

Of course, I didn't want to disappoint him and deny him that experience, but I wanted to first taste his perfect body with my mouth.
"Sit a bit," I said to him, taking the lead. "First a little fun for my eager mouth."
He sat on the table, his masculinity sticking high in the air, and lasciviously inviting me to try. I lifted his legs, and he lay on the table and groaned:
"Yes, baby, fuck me."

At that moment, I changed my mind and decided to give him my rod. I plunged into his tight ass, and he winced in pain. And as I slowly carved my way into his dark and hot interior, the grimace of pain on his face gradually turned into an expression of pleasure.
"Oh, my love, this is excellent," the athlete moaned.
He surrendered so sensually, showed so much enthusiasm that I wanted to show everything I knew. And I really knew a lot. When his little hole was well worked, I pulled out my penis and greedily dove onto his cock. I sucked his fiercely aroused rod, and he enthusiastically moaned:
 "Yes, yes, little one. Ahhhh, yes!!!"

When I felt his body convulsing and that he was very close to climaxing, I stopped and thrust my rod deep into him again. He quickly grabbed his raging cock and started to frantically pull his skin. With loud moans, he came, and his anus began to convulsively tighten around my masculinity. That sight turned me on so much that I increased the rhythm of my thrusts; deeper and harder, I plunged into him. And then I completely lost touch with reality and then felt the thick love nectar leaving my spear and filling his ass.
Toni and I became very, very good friends. He is still the reason for my frequent visits to the tennis court. I must admit that I am in excellent shape today, that I look wonderful. And that I enjoy a lot, a lot.