Well-Matched
“Good game,” Ed said, jogging forward to meet Jack at the net.
Jack shook his hand. “You’ll win someday,” he joked.
“It’s not about winning,” Ed said. “I like playing with you.”
Jack bent over to tie his shoe, laying his tennis racket on the ground. The silky material of his nylon shorts rubbed pleasurably over his dick as he stood up again. His cock bulged lazily against the material. He smiled when he saw Ed staring at his semi-erect prick. “I like playing with you too,” Jack said jokingly, stepping closer to the net. His steadily stiffening cock pressed against the white band along the top of the net.
Ed grinned at Jack as he reached out and closed his hand over his tennis partner’s prick through his shorts. He squeezed lightly. “I’m glad you found the game so exciting.”
Jack eyed Ed’s own prick, which had bounded to full stiffness. Ed’s fat purple cockhead peeked out of the waistband of his white shorts. “Looks like you found it exciting too…” he started, and then moaned as Ed squeezed his prick hard.
Dropping his racket, Ed reached over with his free hand and pulled down Jack’s shorts, allowing his bare cock to spring free. He pushed the fabric under Jack’s pendulous balls, admiring the way the dark nylon framed them. Jack’s cock bobbed in anticipation as Ed reached out and stroked it lightly, moving one fist from the root to the tip and then repeating the motion with his other hand.
After ascertaining that the courts around them were deserted, despite the warm afternoon sun, Ed unzipped his shorts, freeing his own fat dick for Jack’s inspection. His balls were not as large as his partner’s, but they were shaved clean, and they were tight with the hot load of cum bubbling inside.
“Very impressive,” Jack said, watching Ed’s dick. Ed had one hand wrapped around Jack’s shaft, the other around his own, and was pumping them together. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of Jack’s cockhead, shining in the sunlight. Ed grinned and caught it on his thumb, then rubbed it over his own dick.
“I’d like to suck that piece, if you don’t mind,” Ed said.
“Be my guest,” Jack said, moving to step over the net.
“Stay right there,” Ed said. He positioned Jack’s cock so it poked through one of the holes in the net, and dropped to his knees. Jack thrust his hips forward and pushed his dick into Ed’s waiting mouth, watching Ed’s lips spread wide around his fuck-pole.
As Ed adjusted to the size of Jack’s prick, he sucked harder. Jack reached down and pushed his balls through the hole in the net. He moved his hips back and forth, fucking Ed’s face lightly, allowing the ribbing of the net to stimulate his prick and sack even more. His engorged organs grew even darker red with the excitement, throbbing in Ed’s mouth as he slurped along the length of Jack’s rod.
Jack looked down, watching Ed’s mouth stroke over his shaft until the head almost popped out, and then shoving his prick back in until it hit the back of Ed’s throat. He could see Ed rubbing his own fat pole, fisting his dick frantically as the head bulged and dripped clear pre-cum onto the court surface.
With a grunt, Ed thrust his hips forward and shot his load, ropes of cum landing on the green webbing of the net. Jack reached over and grabbed the back of Ed’s head with one hand and began fucking his face harder, his heavy balls slapping Ed’s chin, the net tightening around his tool as it swelled even more.
Jack threw back his head and buried his shaft deep in Ed’s mouth, hot jism pouring onto Ed’s waiting tongue. Ed slurped and swallowed Jack’s seemingly endless load, the salty sauce pouring down his throat.
After coming for what seemed like forever, Jack stepped back, his impressive organ still hanging out of his shorts, and put his hands on his hips. “That was fucking awesome,” he said.
Ed stood and rubbed his own soft prick. “So maybe next time you’ll let me win?”
“Not a chance,” Jack laughed. The men picked up their rackets and headed inside to take a shower.
