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Subject: GAME SET AND MATCH PART FOUR GAME, SET AND MATCH Game, Set And Match Part Four � Van T Z Boi 2018 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author’s permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support and make a donation; without you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address ail. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Three Pierre confused stared up, prostrate on his own desk, the cushion underneath his flailing legs. His eyes were again drawn to the powerful sight of Phillippe’s throbbing fuckpole, a drool of precum splattered down, down on the soft leather cushion. “Now we fuck!” Phillippe crowed and Pierre gurgled and swallowed helplessly. Part Four Pierre moaned helplessly as he watched the pulsing teenrod approach, his immediate thought on seeing the drool of precum that had plopped down on the soft leather was `I hope it will not mark the leather,’ but then the plump bulbous head of Phillippe’s teencock pushed inside his manpussy; Pierre grunted as he was speared by the thrusting spear which lanced deep, battering in its progress the swelling bulge that was his passion point. The shock of pleasure that erupted made him close his eyes, for a brief moment he was back on the tennis court where his young aspiring tennis charges had dispensed with their clothes and he had lain on the sweet grass as each of the young tennis hopefuls had fucked him; all twice with two of them manging three times. He smiled. His face contorting to Phillippe’s gaze as he plunged his teendick back and forth feeling Pierre’s pussy muscles grab and caress him in their special way. Pierre basked in the memory as Phillippe’s teenprick recalled his favourite memory, that morning in the warm sun when he had cast aside his inhibitions to enjoy the favours that horny teenage pricks can provide. True had had himself fucked each of the five youths, sharing special moments in his small room that doubled as his office and treatment room but today as the training session had dissolved into the gangbanging orgy; an event in his life he would often repeat but never with such sweet memories and extreme peaking of orgasm. Phillippe who had been at several of Pierre’s special `training sessions’ as he progressed from a tennis aspirant to ball boy and then revered Captain did not know what he had awoken in Pierre, all he knew was that the director was quite a good fuck and there was something deliciously divine in fucking his boss. Today as he rammed at the ever tightening membrane he sensed a difference in Pierre’s reactions, `his pussy feels tighter than ever and the way his fuckchute is gearing itself around my dick is just so awesome,’ his thought as spurred on by the increasing rising of his manfucking lust Phillippe fucked furiously and progressively desperately stronger as his own desires peaked and peaked, the gentle spongy caressing of his dickhead and shaft had now become a clenching fist and the sensational squeezing made the hairs on his neck rise with the powerful hunger he felt as he rode his bosses arse. Pierre groaned and moaned, his hands clutching at Phillippe’s body, subtly directing the teenager so that the powerful plunging spear bayoneted his man nub where he wanted, his writhing and twitching quickened towards exquisite joy as Phillippe’s hormonal charged teenage battering ram brought him to his overwhelmingly joyous end. Phillippe feeling the tightening and the spasms commence thrust good and hard allowing Pierre’s clenching pussy muscles to bring him over the edge and as Pierre’s mancock exploded, sending its spermal fountain shooting between them Phillippe dug his toes into the shaggy pile to anchor himself as his own teencock spurted, seeding his bosses infertile pussy with his more than bountiful seed. The two protagonists; boss and employee continued to writhe at each other, seeking their own extended pleasure until such was no longer obtainable. Phillippe feeling his knees buckle sank down on Pierre’s spunked torso, his skin twitching as the cooling strings came into contact with his heated body. Pierre caressed the teenager, holding him close inhaling his heady musk of hormonal perfume, sensing his manbud rising as though it too were inhaling the powerful musk. The two lay quaking, panting and gasping as their immediate passions eased; Pierre already using his muscles to milk Phillippe’s teencock and readying it for another bout. Phillippe lay sated across the trembling body, for the moment he was at peace but as Pierre’s pussy muscles worked their sensual magic he felt the first stirrings. Phillippe slowly stood up on his feet, his knees at first protested but his teencock jerked and throbbed inside the moist warm dampness of Pierre’s manpussy. He smiled at his boss and saw the gleam that lit up the man’s eyes. “More?” he smirked as he juggled his teendick inside the satiny velvet like manglove. “Fuck me,” Pierre growled quietly, their eyes locked and Pierre closed his first as Phillippe’s slow sliding motions, his long shaft roaming across and against the swollen bud caused ripples of sensual joy to spread slowly, warmly through Pierre’s body. “So good, so nice and so, so slooooow,” Pierre purred as his young prot�g� racketed his manhole. Phillippe smirked broadly, he moved his right hand from where he gripped the desk and gently fingered the swollen mancock that bloated and filled as his hand clasped the fat fleshy tube and began working the satiny skin, the taut foreskin fully stretched around the dark pink shaft moved easily up and across the hard ridge of the bulbous purple head, his fingers stroked over the slit before wiping the stretched foreskin across the sensitive lips. Pierre stretched back on the desk saw his cock rise and stiffen, `nothing like the touch of a teenager to bring his passion rising’ he sighed and squirmed as Phillippe’s teencock made another jerking assault on his mannub, his body juddering as the inner waves pleasured him. Murray grunted as Serge straddled him before dropping down a little too quickly on his fat dick. The younger teenager growled and looked down at Murray. “Sorry, a leetle too quick,” he smiled, “I am not quite used to being on top,” he wavered, his coach Dieter was a dominant masculine persona who preferred the hard deep rooting self-seeking pleasuring fucking than the gentler much more exciting and pleasurable for him orgasm led fuck that Murray had provided. “What do I do now?” he asked unsure. Marcel swiftly kneeled at his side and whispered instructions, Serge nodded and slowly moved under Marcel’s expert guidance. “Ohhhhhhh,” he mewled as the slight short bounce had caused Murray’s fat dick to ride up against the tingling spot inside him, involuntarily he repeated the movement and again and again as the pleasure produced instigated in Serge’s head a sexual sensual exciting rhythm that continued to pleasure and thrill him. Murray leaned back on the pile of damp towels as he observed Serge explore and enjoy his cock, using muscles he probably never knew he had. `Fuck this is tennis heaven’ he thought, `a submissive opponent and a rampant eight escort bayan year old boy whore to pleasure him.’ Marcel’s hand stole around Serge’s body and assisted the teenager by providing another source of joy as his young fingers fluted up and down the slimmer shaft. His palm curled over the top of Serge’s exposed helmet, pressing delightfully against the pouting cockslit; Serge gasped at the sudden extra surge of pleasure and this made him rock even faster against Murray’s deep rooted dick which once more sent more electric shocks of surging delight shooting through him. Marcel grinned and then leaning around nibbled at Serge’s teen teats, biting gently the swollen points. Serge sighed and moaned, arching his back in the process and discovered another edge to the dick inside him as Murray’s cock slid upwards to rub past his teen nub before moving backwards, stroking the swollen inner bulge, creating more surges of pleasure. Serge swooned, swaying slightly as the surges of joy rolled over and subsumed him. His body moved instinctively reacting to the inner caressing and Marcel’s external fingers and mouth, accepting the resounding joyous waves with abandonment, he had never received this level of ecstasy at Dieter’s hands and the exquisite pleasure excited and encouraged him more than anything done to him in the past. Murray moved his hands to Serge’s waist, here he helped work Serge’s bounces to even greater effect. His dick was drooling and swelling, throbbing with intensity as Serge’s membranes tightened around him, squeezing his cockhead and shaft, there was the merest hint of undulations in Serge’s teen pussy muscles and Murray grinned as he thought how good at fucking his opponent was becoming, `quite the little fuck’ he said to himself and then gave himself over to the oncoming orgasmic pleasure. Serge sensed the slight flutters inside him; his mind strove to repeat them both faster and with increasing force. The waves of sensual ignition flamed higher and higher and he bucked, forcing Murray’s thick shaft even deeper and harder against his teenbud, relishing the rippling waves of delight that followed. Marcel sensed Serge’s inhibitions fading and his elation growing. Carefully he stood up and straddled Murray’s torso, Murray grinned at the sight of Marcel’s boypussy which he had fucked, the sight of the gaping pucker sent a further shock of delight running wild. Gently but with purpose Marcel manoeuvred his body, Serge’s teenprick in his hand slowly pushed up against his boypussy lips. Serge his eyes closed as he savoured the exquisite delights that Murray’s dick was giving him became aware of the closeness of Marcel, his eyes flew open and then widened as he felt for the first time a boypussy envelop his dick. Grunting he leaned backwards, compressing Murrays cock against his inner bud as Marcel slowly inexorably slid Serge’s dick inside his pussy. Serge growled as the moist heated glove encircled him. Marcel’s boypussy muscles worked like a limpet along his thin shaft, sucking his teenrod further inside. Careful but purposefully Marcel lowered himself until he felt the crinkly rough pubic nest of Serge’s nest tickle his pussylips. Softly he came to rest and waited for Serge to adjust to having his dick encased in a fuckhole. Serge slowly closed his eyes the better to accommodate the new sensations and delights being offered. Marcel balanced on his fingertips, leaned forward and bit again at Serge’s right teat. Serge jumped, the action resulted in a moist tight grasping sensation around his embedded teendick and a further surge as Murray’s cock shoved against his swollen nub. Sege let out a mewling yowl that echoed in the tiled enclosure “You fuck now,” Marcel whispered sweetly before nipping Serge’s left nipple. Serge needed no extra invitation, understanding what he could do, what he must do, his rampant hormones urging him on he hit a bouncing pace that kept his teenpussy and Marcel’s boypussy working frantically. Murray relaxed against the lumpy towels, the weight of Marcel’s body and Serge’s frame a nothing within his head as the pleasure mounted and mounted in succeeding waves. Marcel drove Serge on, his well-trained inner muscles easily taking control of Serge’s fleshy crayon, balancing back and forth to keep the momentum flowing. Serge bucked between the two bodies, his dick at the so pleasurable mercy of Marcel’s boycunt whilst his own teencunt trembled and juddered around Murray’s fleshy pole. Marcel adjusted his position as he rode the sixteen year olds teendick, understanding that Serge was not as well versed in the pleasures of fucking as he was, he made allowances, moving and twisting to his own advantage and in doing so taught the straining youth more about the undiscovered pleasures available to him. The threesome continued on its juddering shuddering journey. Serge slightly exhausted due to the fucking Murray had previously given him discovered that his dick was responding well, the desensitisation of the hard orgasms he had enjoyed at Murray’s thrustings allowed him to extend the length of his pleasure. Slowly his teencock recovered the full extent of its sensitivity, the resultant swelling of rapture that unfolded and gloved him with shocking delights and thrills as his teendick probed the moist inner recesses of Marcel’s young boypussy supplied wave after wave of pulsing gratification whilst his rolling working of Murray’s embedded teenprick in his teenhole washed a series of relishing ravishing excitements glowing in their intensity inside him, the best thing of all was that he was controlling Murray’s throbbing pole, squeezing it and rubbing it against his inner teen bud as he wanted, as he needed, as he lusted for. The heat of his rampant lust rose and in the damp atmosphere of the bathroom he steamed as his skin flared with the ecstasy of fulfilling wishes he never knew he had. The frantic dominating antics of Dieter his coach receded into mere distant memory as he made his own new memories, ones he knew meant that he was no longer a pussy to be fucked at Dieter’s command. `It’s my pussy and my cock’ he savagely thought as he trembled between Murray’s throbbing fleshy lance and the tightness of Marcel’s boypussy. A second thought was that he hoped this would not be the only time he was allowed to fuck Marcel, `the ballboy is so hot and tight,’ he said to himself as that entrancingly tight boyglove squeezed him tighter and tighter. “Uuurrrgggh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Serge yelped as Murray’s cock swelled and then popped, he was sure he could feel the jetting strings as they rocketed inside his heated teencunt, cooling it down momentarily. The effect was the trigger for his own climax, Marcel bit into Serge’s shoulder as he bore down to squeeze the exploding cock inside him, adding the strange delight of shooting pain being pleasurable, especially where a vice grip of a squirming boypussy was in command. Marcel bounced quickly, his muscles compressing Serge’s spilling teencock, working the ejaculating pole against his own inner bud and getting to his boyjoy point. Marcel tightened his arms around Serge’s neck as he rode, bucking the squirming teenflesh which held his ejaculating stiffness just long enough for Marcel to ride a wave of orgasmic boyjoy. `Not the best fuck’ Marcel considered as the pleasure rolled rather than wreaked havoc inside him, `bit it will do for the moment.’ Murray grimaced, his lips tight across his teeth as his cock spilled, he had just missed the ecstasy rubbing point which would have really sent him high, it was Marcel’s controlling use of Serge’s cock that did that, but all in all it was a reasonable threesome fuck. He breathed heavily as the weight that so passionately before had been a mere nothing now became a heavy dropping burden and a hefty mass to cope with, his body groaned, the muscles complaining strongly as his cockhead too went into a spasm of overfucked pain. `Fuck this’ Murray said to himself and promptly leaned to one side, Serge and Marcel falling together onto the cool tiles and complaining as their entwined bodies struck the cold hard tiling. Untwined, no longer connected the three gasped like fish out of water as they sought to kocaeli escort bayan recover from the hot fuck. “Harder, faster,” Pierre had long ago dismissed the thoughts of subjection, his intent was to have his Ball Boy captain, ram his rod right inside him and batter his manbud to submission. Phillippe sweated heavily as the strenuous coupling took place, they had moved from the desk to the floor. Pierre had placed the sofa cushions on the carpet and they had composed themselves on the softer temporary mattress but the carpet had, despite its rich pile bruised Phillippe’s knees as he sought the purchase necessary to fuck his boss. His thick teenpole had regained its full bloated stiffness and he had relished the tight undulating membrane that Pierre so artfully manipulated but his boss was demanding in his dissolute wants and sating them had caused Phillippe stress that he did not want. Phillippe paused, his teendick half in and half out of the tight embrace, he stared down at Pierre’s who was similarly sweating, his face red and his body red where they had pounded at each other. For a moment the stout floppiness of Pierre’s old man body was off putting and he stayed in position, just breathing. Pierre’s eyes flew wide open and he gazed up at his young lover. “Fuck me,” he asked; his tone softer and pleading, his inner manbud was anxious to be caressed, the static pole against it was doing nothing to satisfy his lust but Pierre was experienced and could see the boy needed encouragement. He tried a different tack; roughly he pushed upwards on his left side in what looked like an attempt to dislodge the recalcitrant teenager. “My turn to fuck,” he growled as he pushed at Phillippe. It was enough, Phillippe woke up and glared down at Pierre, his dick throbbed and shuddered inside the wet manpussy and he lunged deeper with his body, shoving Pierre along the carpet, almost completely off the cushions. Despite the pain that shot though his knees as they scraped against the shaggy pile Phillippe fucked fiercely, mercilessly plunging his fat teen cock inside the sweltering hole and as far as Pierre’s was concerned all was more than well. Under the plunging lancing Pierre moaned as his manbud was battered and pummelled, the satiny skin of Phillippe’s teencock shoving insistently alongside the swollen bulge as Phillippe fucked good and hard. The enraged teenager, his emotions and temper flaring with Pierre’s attempt to usurp his place grimaced as he pounded away at the plump body noticing just how much extra weight the Director had put on since they last met up. Pierre growled as he sensed his manpussy pulsing, the exquisite delight that Phillippe’s teenprick was creating within him was reaching the explosion point, he felt his balls churn and ache as they readied themselves for the ultimate end; he panted and Phillippe felt the tightening and relaxing of Pierre’s manpussy muscles gather speed and intensity. Phillippe gritted his teeth as the tightness became painful, his cockhead was being squeezed in a crunching vice grip as Pierre tensed and then shuddered as his balls released his spunk, the man jism spilling between their heaving bodies. Phillippe hardly noticed the wetting pool as Pierre’s cock delivered his climax, his mind was intent on his own orgasm and with a final deep thrusting spearing his cock bloated against the swollen bulge inside Pierre’s mancunt, the two apposite pulsing’s producing the sensual friction required for Phillipe to raise his head and howl as his teencock spat its load heavily into the deeper recesses of Pierre’s manhole. Pierre in the ebbing of his own orgasm held the spunking teenager tight, sensing each desperate lunge as Phillippe sought to lengthen his climax; Pierre’s caressing membrane producing the cajoling pressure to ensure that Phillippe’s climax was fully extended. As Phillippe sobbed, his tears of ecstasy falling on Pierre’s shoulders Pierre continued the stroke Phillippe’s back and cup his buttocks in his hands, his slight pressure sliding Phillippe’s teendick inside him in a gentle slow action, almost as loving as the older rou� could manage. Philippe for his part lay still and compliant, the soothing motion making him feel complete and happy as his anger subsided. “Good fuck?” Pierre lifted Phillippe’s head and kissed the wet eyes before tenderly kissing the plump lips. Philippe sensed his dick twitching as the effect of the slow moving and the kissing sent gentle waves of pleasure run aground inside him. “Not bad for an old man,” Phillippe sighed softly and nuzzled his boss’s neck, the strong arms around him; the safe haven in which his stiff teendick was berthed made him feel even more replete. Dimitri stood with his hands behind his back as the match concluded. The sun played across his back warming him through his shirt. He watched the lead ball boy waiting for him to lead the match team off. As he waited and watched the two players left the court waving at the cheering crowd and he felt ready for the rest that would normally follow. “Dimitri,” he turned at the mention of his name, “the young Dutch player has left his racket by his chair,” the lead ball boy spoke to him, “pick it up and when we leave the court take it to him in cubicle four.” Dimitri left the line-up and picked up the racket, as he re-joined his team, the lead ball boy led them off the court; a few cheers and claps followed them and Dimitri smiled at the spectators. Inside the complex Dimitri pared off from the chattering boys and strode towards the shower cubicles. Quickly he found number four and knocked gently on the wooden door, no response came so he opened the door and stepped in. Jan the fifteen year old Dutch player was positioned by the bench, his bags on the floor, he was bent down and Dimitri had a view of the tight shorts that enhanced the muscular backside. Jan stood up his tanned bare chest glowed with the sheen of his match sweat and the moist atmosphere in the cubicle. “You forgot your racket,” Dimitri held out the misplaced racket toward the Dutch teenager. “Put it in my bag,” smiled Jan as he opened his toilet bag. Dimitri bent down unzipped the racket bag and inserted the one he had brought; he looked at the set of rackets. He knew they were top of the range and expensive. “Here help me undress,” Jan spoke softly. Dimitri turned, Jan stood there in his shorts and socks and tennis shoes, Dimitri’s eyes were instantly drawn to the bulge between Jan’s legs, his bedding in Phillippe’s arms had shown him much about the mystery of male bodies and he felt a tingle start up inside him. Trained to accommodate the wishes of the players Dimitri thought nothing about the request, quickly he untied the tennis shoes, slid them off and removed one by one the damp sweaty socks. He looked up, `the bulge has grown’ he thought as he reached for the waistband of Jan’s shorts. As he unzipped the fly Jan’s fleshy tube pounced outwards, the thick pole rapidly swelling. Dimitri on his knees tugged the shorts down, as he did so Jan’s cock bounced on his head. Dimitri eased the tennis shorts of Jan’s feet, from his position he looked up at the two tight hairy balls that clung either side of the five and a half inches of stiffening teencock, `not as big as Phillippe’s’ thought Dimitri. “Suck me,” Jan casually spoke as he looked won as the beautiful twelve year old. His request to the ball boy team leader for Dimitri to `service’ him in the shower had been made half way through the match, he did not want his opponent to take first advantage. Dimitri twitched, apart from Phillippe he had not engaged in bedding with anyone else and Jan’s request had rattled him but the sight of the throbbing fleshy lance had already send his own blood racing, after all Phillippe had shown him, had taught him what to do with a prick and the pleasures that could come from one. Usually when he left the court Phillippe had been there, encouraging and praising him and on several occasions had taken him to his office where they would fuck. Phillippe had not given him instructions about doing anything with anyone else but he had overheard and listened kocaeli escort to some of the talk in the ball boys locker room and had watched when some of them did things to each other. The team of ball boys aware of Phillippe’s relationship with the new ball boy had not made any advances to him in case Phillippe would be annoyed but Dimitri had listened; his mind agog to the disclosures of which tennis player did what and to whom. Admittedly he felt a tingling twitch inside him, one which only Phillippe had induced in him up till then but after hearing and watching his fellow ball boys, Dimitri was more than ready to spread his wings or legs for that matter if he got the opportunity. Carefully Dimitri took hold of the warm tanned shaft. His hand slid up and caught around the hidden ridge, gently he eased the loose foreskin down, in his head he was comparing everything about Jan with Phillippe and his natural inquisitiveness drove him on as much as the strange warmth rising inside him. Jan sighed as his helmet was exposed and the moist air currents blew across the sensitive nerve endings. Dimitri moved his mouth close, his nostrils flared as they inhaled the aroma, Jan’s sweat and his pungent musk combined in a heady perfume; an aroma that excited them both as its mysterious properties exuded and permeated the air around them. Dimitri tasted the Dutch teenagers dick, the small slight smear of precum that lay around the slit activated his tastebuds and he savoured the spiced sweet flavour, `sweeter than Phillippe’s’ he decided as he sucked to obtain even more of the special dew. Jan sighed as Dimitri’s tongue flicked over his helmet, `the boys tongue feels very different from that of Tober my brother,’ he thought and for a moment pictured his eleven year old brother in his usual position when they were in the shower together, Tober on his knees sucking gently at Jan’s cock as the warm droplets from the shower washed over them. `I am missing my brother’s tongue much too much,’ Jan thought as his hands rested on Dimitri’s shoulders, guiding the young ball boys progress as Dimitri lashed and sucked hard at the swollen fleshy teen tube. Dimitri was enjoying his experimental discovery of a different cock to that of Phillippe’s, the spongy stiffness in Jan’s shaft, thinner and slimmer than Phillippe’s was a different texture but the throbbing pulse of the teenmeat was as familiar to Dimitri as breathing. His lips encased the bulbous head and he sucked hard, holding Jan’s helmet tight as he tickled the silky flattened area where the harder ridge ended. Jan grunted as the hot rush of pleasure flowed through him and he grabbed Dimitri’s shoulders, digging in as the soaring joy affected his balance. “Strip,’ he said throatily, he wanted more from the ball boy, Tober was not around as he was not travelling with him for this tournament and he had abstained until his balls full and demanding had complained, it was seeing Dimitri kneel down by the net that had caused his request, somehow Dimitri reminded him of Tober. Dimitri sat back on his ankles, Jan’s cock jerked wetly before him as he yanked off his polo shirt; he had to stand up to remove his shorts and socks and trainers. He stood naked, his slim crayon of a boydick stiff and jerking. Jan’s eyes drank in the sight of the naked boy, his teen prick swelled, bloating even wider. “In the shower,” his voice was thick with desire. Dimitri followed him into the cubicle. The familiar context allowed Jan to breathe more happily and quickly he arranged them under the falling water. As the warm droplets cascaded around them Dimitri resumed his position on his knees his mouth around the trembling teenprick. Comfortable he sucked steadily at Jan’s teendick, swallowing the gathering flow of Jan’s precum, the sweetness excited Dimitri, `so much sweeter than Phillippe’ he noted as the warm water fell about him. Jan feeling more at home relaxed as Dimitri’s mouth and tongue took him down his familiar road, albeit he note the slight differences. `Perhaps I have been with Tober too much?’ he thought, recalling the number of times he had declined the invitations from his fellow trainees and his coach. `I should allow myself to try other things,’ he decided and at that his balls jerked, the jolting pressure of imminent orgasm refocused his mind and he grasped Dimitri’s head between his hands as he mouth fucked his way to climax. Dimitri sucked harder as Jan grabbed him, his experiences with Phillippe taught him that Jan was about to explode and he swiftly worked his mouth, tongue and lips, his hand coming up to squeeze Jan’s softer balls as he felt the first blast of shooting cum hit his palate. Jan bucked four times, his teen dick emptying the three days concentrated sum of his unspent spunk. Jan rocked back and forth as his teencock shuddered and juddered though an ecstatic orgasm, the warm heat blazing into the flooding joys as his whole being was concentrated in his ejaculation. Dimitri choked as the jets of rocketing teen spunk hit the back of his throat, the viscous liquid sliding down his epiglottis as he contrived to both swallow and breathe at the same time, he hardly tasted the first emissions of Jan’s teen junk before the last spilling squirts coated his tongue, he noticed the slightly saltier flavour as compared with Phillippe’s spicy salty dew; not knowing that Jan had not cum in three days he just put it down as just the difference between the two teenagers. Jan grunted and growled as his climax soared and fell away, `fuck that was the best in a long time’ he told himself. Dimitri continued to suckle the plump head, sucking the last saltier traces out of Jan’s tubes. Jan suddenly pushed him away; his aching teendick flopping out of Dimitri’s mouth, the tip smearing across Dimitri’s plumped lips. Dimitri knew he had taken Jan to the point whether the pleasure became more pain than delight. “Fuck that was so good,” Jan sank back against the warm tiles, the water splattering over him and cooling him down from the heat of his orgasm. He gazed down at Dimitri still on his knees, “You suck good,” he grunted as his chest slowly recovered and his hand tenderly calmed his teendick where the sharp pain had unexpectedly shocked him. `Tober usually stops when I cum, but that despite the pain was just so, so hot,’ he told himself. Dimitri stayed where he was, unsure of the protocol, Phillippe always led the way in their `fun’ and he looked up the panting tennis player wondering what was expected, normally by this time, Phillippe would have sent him sprawling on his back to quickly suck him to a rewarding boyjoy before fucking him, Jan’s breathless state left him at an unexpected loss. The two stared at each other for several moments before Dimitri who felt the pulsing throbbing want in his boycock spoke out. “Do you want to fuck me?” the twelve year old asked, his eyes full of need and his boypussy tingling as he observed Jan’s fat five inches, jerk and judder before him, even with his short knowledge Dimitri could see the tight ballsac was nowhere near empty and by now Phillippe would have been inches deep inside him and fucking hard. End of Part Four To Be Continued…?????????????????????????????????????????? (The Game is hotting up, everything looks set to go but is this `Match’ over? Have we reached `Matchpoint’ for you tennis fans? Is it all over for the balling ball boys? Is it time for rain to cancel the rest of the day’s play? But then if you do want more and really want me to continue this story then all you have to serve up and write and tell me or this could really be `Games’ end. Don’t forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on ‘s prolific authors listing ( fty//authorslist.html scroll down to V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also remember to make a different deposit in ‘s coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this and further chapters. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news is that good ole’ have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies’ and `Mummy Said’ from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks . Sorry I can’t be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. Van T Z Boi)

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