Weekend Away - Sex Stories

Weekend Away

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, ...

... something that I tried desperately to hide from Tony in case it might put him off. I turned off the water and began lathering up, watching Tony do the same out of the corner of my eye. As he washed his cock and balls, I almost drooled at the sight of his hand sliding along the shaft and massaging the loose skin of his scrotum. My own dick started to harden and I realized that I was lavishing a bit too much attention on it. Quickly, I finished and rinsed the soap off, trying to keep my attention away from my friend. After cleaning up and dressing, we headed out to the little pub down the street where we usually went for a pint and some chit-chat after a match. Tony, like me, was divorced and unattached so neither of us really had any reason to rush home. “Steamy weekend coming up, eh?” he said after we had finished dissecting the match. “So the weather guys are saying. I’ve been trying to figure out if I can get out of the city somehow. The AC in my building is next to useless anyhow so why stick around. You?” “I am headed up to my little place on the lake. Want to come along? It’s private, quiet, and generally a bit cooler than in town.” “How far?” “A couple hours driving. I’d pick you up.” I did not really need to think about it any further. “I’m in. Let me know when you’re coming.” “Excellent. Be nice to have some company up there. More fun that way.” “Do you usually go up alone?” “These days. If I’m with someone, I’ll take her, of course but I haven’t really had that kind of ...