Dave and I played tennis as the third pairing in a team, effectively being the makeweights. To improve ourselves, we decided to practice.
Dave took the initiative, saying that he had access to court bookings at his apartments and suggested Tuesday. As I didn't have anything planned, I agreed and took directions.
At 6 foot 3, Dave was half a foot taller than me with a good physique. I struggled with weight and actually had man boobs as a result of being an obese child.
Tuesday came and I wore the traditional tennis whites - shorts and polo shirt, I arrived at 5:00 so that we could make the appointment at 5:15.
Dave greeted me in immaculate whites and led the way; we got there a few minutes early and started to warm up with a few back and forth strokes.
I won the toss and served first, winning the first game after a deuce.
Dave had a good service game winning to love and then broke me to 15.
The next two games, he won easily without me registering a point and went ahead 4-1. He then went 5-1 up to 15, by which time the sky had darkened and started to rain. At 15-40, it got too wet and I double faulted to lose the set 1-6 before we ran for cover.
The rain didn't let up so we decided to collect the balls and reschedule.
"Do you want to come upstairs for a drink?" Dave asked.
I accepted. As we'd intended playing for another couple of hours anyway if it wasn't for the rain, I didn't have a logical reason not to.
Dave had a Coke and I accepted a budweiser. He also put out some cashews and put a video on in the background as he sat half facing me on the settee.
"It's kind of a sex horror I borrowed" he said.
We made small talk in between as well as talking tennis. I discovered he'd come from a privileged background and was 7 years older than me at 26.
I was watching more intently and actually enjoying the movie. It was of 'ripper' genre. With the main actor meeting girls of dubious character and going back to their place where he'd kill them after sex.
I became aroused by the explicit sex scenes and couldn't avoid a slight tenting in my shorts. I snacked on the cashews and drank.
"You're enjoying the movie I see, it's not my scene as I'm gay top but it is a turn on watching him screw those bitches." Dave said. "Have you been with a man before?" He asked as an afterthought.
I was shy and a total virgin so hadn't any relationships. My exposure had been limited to watched porn. Anything actually and after I'd strayed to gay sex, went to a couple of pubs with a gay clientele. I wasn't averse to the idea.
"Variety is the spice of life, although I have no experience whatsoever." I replied.
He took that my answer as an invitation and touched above my knee. When I didn't stop him, he went higher, and then stroked my inner thighs, causing my breathing to increase.
He leaned in and kissed my cheek. I turned away but didn't move so he kept stroking me. His cock grew and protruded down the side of his shorts still covered by his briefs, his manhood still excited me.
I nervously grabbed a handful of cashews and gulped down some lager.
"You like my nuts." He laughed to relieve the tension. I got the pun and let out a short timid laugh of my own.
"It's interesting that although you're quite coy, you are enjoying the attention, you've noticed my cock too so I'm confident enough to straight out say I'm going to fuck you." He said confidently.
