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Night Games
by Ted

When I was a 16 year-old kid growing up in a small town in Australia, night tennis was a big part of the local social life. Volunteer labor had built three courts, shelters, and men's and ladies change-rooms/outhouses at the edge of the bush behind the Community Hall.

My parents were avid players, and encouraged me to also join the youth tennis club. The youth matches were played early in the evening, usually before it was time to turn on the flood-lights for the adult matches, so I was free to look after my 10 year old brother and 5 year-old sister.

The courts were only about a quarter of a mile down the country road from our house, so the whole family had walked there in the warm summer evening evening sunlight, Dad pushing my sister's stroller, and Mum carrying a tray of munchies for the adult's social evening which usually followed the tennis. The ladies always outdid themselves to see who could bring the most delicious hors d'oeuvres, or "plate" in the Aussie parlance. The women were always exhorted to "bring a plate" to such functions.

We arrived, late as always, just in time for my match.

There is no prolonged twilight in Australia. It's light, the sun goes down, it's dark. By the time I finished playing the sun had well and truly gone down.

My match was the last one before they floodlit the courts, and after it, I sat in the shelter with my siblings, watching the adults play, and deliberately avoiding the silly teenage girls who were also in the club, one of who had a great crush on me. I detested her, and her friends.

If only they knew!

I was not interested in silly girls - I was interested in blokes - of any age. I didn't really care for any of the young guys playing in the youth tennis club, but some of the older men were quite hot, and sometimes when I saw a really interesting father head for the men's changing shed, I would follow, hoping to get a glimpse of dick at the urinals.

As I watched the adult matches that night, once or twice I thought I saw someone in the shadows of the bushes behind the courts. It was still uncleared bush back there. Sometimes, in a wet winter, it would become swamp. I never really got a good look, just a sense of something moving in the dark. I thought maybe a stray cow, or even a kangaroo, but somehow I knew that it was a person, not an animal.

I didn't worry about it too much. I watched both my dad and my mum play their singles games, and even managed to get lucky peeks at men's dicks in the changing shed twice. It got me nice and horny. I couldn't wait to get home and wank myself!

Around nine-thirty, Mum decided it was a past the bedtime for my brother and sister, so I was elected to walk them home and put them to bed. I set off up our country road, which had no footpath, pushing my sister in her stroller, and listening to my brother behind me complaining I was going to fast.

I hadn't gone far along the dark street, when I though I heard another noise behind us, a scuffling of gravel at the roadside, as distinct from the "whangs" and "pops" and squeaking of rubber soles from the night courts.

I looked back, but saw nothing, just the lights from the floods, and the tiny figures scuttling back and forth after balls.

Imagination!

We started back up the road again. Then I heard it again, and I was sure I heard a voice murmur "Shit!" as if someone had stubbed their toe or something. But again, when I looked back, I saw nothing in the darkness.

But there were plenty of bushes at the roadside for someone to hide!

And this time my little brother Jimmy had heard it, too.

"Joe," he whispered. "I think someone's following us."

"Don't be silly," I assured him. "There's no-one there."

But never-the-less, when I stepped up the pace, Jimmy didn't complain any more, but hurried to keep up with me.

Once we were safely at our front gate, I peered back down the road, hoping to see something or someone - but also dreading to see anything out of the usual. There was nothing, just the glow from the distant tennis courts.

We went into the house through the back door, because it was never locked, and there was only one key for the front door, and Dad insisted we only use that for emergencies. It was tucked away in the fuse box on the front verandah, right beside the font door. People were pretty trusting back then. Very few people locked their doors. In our case, there was no lock for the back door. The key had been lost ages before.

I put the kids to bed in the room they shared, and then went to my own room, right by the kitchen-dining area. I sat there on my fold-a bed, thinking about the two nice cocks I had seen that night. I got a stiffy at the thought. I what I would give to have a nice hard dick to play with right now - other than my own, of course.

It was just then I heard a low "coo-eee" from outside my open bedroom window. "Coo-eee" was the call local kids used to signal each other of their whereabouts, or that they were nearby, or just to say hello. I looked out, but could see nothing in the darkness.

Maybe it was some monster! I picked up my tennis racket to use as a weapon, if needed. I heard another sound, this time scuffling of feet on the loose gravel of our driveway, which ran below my window. I turned out the light and peered out again, just in time to see a figure disappear to the back of the house.

Feeling scared but protective of my brother and sister, and went through the dark kitchen and across the back verandah to the back door. Armed with my trust tennis racket, I called into the dark:

"Who's there?"

I saw a figure move in the dark. Then a voice:

"It's me! Ross! Ross Robinson! I was watching you play at the tennis courts."

Ross was about a year older than me. His father was a drunk, and his mother was a full-blood aborigine. They lived on welfare two houses from the tennis courts. He was often lurking around the courts, hoping to get offered a sandwich or something from one of the ladies' "plates."

No wonder I didn't see him in the dark. His skin was a lot lighter than his mother's, but in summer, with lots of swimming in the creek, he became almost as dark as his mother. He made my tan look pale by comparison.

"What you doing out there?" I asked.

"I'm randy," he replied. "I thought you might want to play around … you know … play with each other's dicks and all that!"

Just what I had been wishing for!

"Well, OK," I replied, trying not to sound too eager. "Come on in."

"Don't turn on the back light," he warned.

"Why not?" I asked, as he came toward me.

"I'm naked," he said. "Someone might see."

The only persons who might see would be my uncle and aunt in the house next door, but they were long since in bed asleep. But I didn't turn on the light, and led him through the dark house to me bedroom.

"Where are your clothes?" I asked.

"I was only wearing shorts," he told me,"and my cock was sticking out of them anyway, so I took them off back near the tennis courts and left them under a bush."

"That must be scary."

"Nope! It was very sexy, following you in the dark, naked, with a stiffy."

When we reached my bedroom and I turned on the lights once more, I saw to my delight that the rumours I had heard about Ross's cock were true! It was nine inches of solid meat! And, as he had said, he was stark naked!

Ross came straight to me and pressed his hard dick against me and grasped my own cock which was hard and poking out the legs of my tennis shorts.

"I'm so horny," he said. "Get you clothes off quickly."

"Keep your voice down," I warned him. "My brother and sister are in the next room!" But I was doing as he asked, and soon was as naked as he, and the two of us clung together holding each other's hard dicks.

"I watch you a lot," Ross told me. "I figured w you'd play with me. I guessed you like guys."

"What makes you think that?" I asked him.

"As I said, I watch you a lot. I see you follow men into the changing shed. You ever get lucky?

"Get lucky?" I questioned, unfamiliar with the term.

"Yes, get lucky. Get it on with a guy in the changing shed?"

"No," I admitted, thrilled to have another guy fondling my dick while I played with his.

"I have," he told me. "More than once."

"Who?" I asked, but he refused to tell me.

Instead he said, "Lay back on the bed. I want to suck your dick."

My dick is nowhere near as big as Ross's nine-incher, but it is nothing to be ashamed of, and fairly thick. I lay back as Ross told me, my cock sticking straight up in the air.

Ross bent over my dick, opened his mouth and took my knob in. As his lips closed round my cock, I thought I would explode.

I I didn't explode straight away, but Ross's expert sucking, nibbling and tonguing made it hard for me to hold it in. When he started to bob up and down on my shaft, that was the last straw. I felt my testicles tense and my insides quiver as I started to cum. I shot again and again into Ross's mouth. I had tried to warn him that I was cumming, but he didn't pull away, but held my cock firmly in his mouth as i shot into him. Nor did he spit out my cum as I had expected when I had finished, but opened his mouth and gurgled. "Want to taste your own?" When I hesitated, puzzled, he pulled my mouth to his, and forcing my lips apart with his lips and tongue, squirted some of my own cum into my mouth. Of course, I had tasted my own before, but never had a whole wad of it in my mouth. He swallowed the remainder and licked his lips, and said, "Yum, yum!"

The was nothing I could do but follow his example, so I savored the taste for a moment, then swallowed my cum straight down. To my surprise, I didn't gag or throw up, but rather enjoyed the taste.

"Hope you're not finished for the day," Ross said, wistfully.

"No," I assured him. "I can cum two or three times one after the other."

"Good, he said. Can I fuck you?

I had never been fucked by a guy at this time, but I had put things up my ass to see what it would be like. I had had carrots and cucumbers up there, and had even carved myself a dildo from a chunk of soapstone. None of these were as big as Ross's mighty cock, but I was horny enough to want to try.

"Do you have any baby oil?" he asked. "To oil up my cock and your ass to make it easier?"

I knew there was some in the bathroom, so I padded naked through the house to retrieve it for him.

"Lay face down," Ross told me. He spilled a few drops of the baby oil on his cock and rubbed it along. I watched him over my shoulder as he took a few more drops in the palm of his hand and drizzled them into my bum crack. Then he was on his hands and knees above me, his dick-head poised between my butt-cheeks, ready to drive into me. I tensed for the push, but he withdrew.

"Relax," he told me. "It will hurt if you tense up. I'll try again."

He place his knob against my hole once more. I felt increasing pressure. Then I felt my hole beginning to open up under the pressure, to begin to admit the tip of his dick, then wider to accept more, then in a painful little rush, his knob was inside me.

Ross heard my gasp of pain and held still for a moment.

"You OK?" he asked.

"Yes," I mumbled before he pushed down once more, and suddenly I could feel him sliding easily into me. It wasn't particularly painful, and what pain there was was overridden by a sense of wonder and awe that I had a man's cock inside me - and a big one, at that!

It felt terrific as he slipped deeper and deeper into me. But then Ross's progress stopped. I wanted more.

"Go deeper," I begged.

He pushed against my buttocks. "I can't," he told me. "Not in this position."" He pulled his dick out of me, and I felt it withdrawing inch by inch and finally popping free of me. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed," he ordered.

Ross clambered off the bed and stood behind my proffered ass. Again he aimed his cock-head, and again slipped it into me. It went in easily this time, and sank rapidly deeper and deeper into me. I felt amazingly complete.

"Fuck me," I cried, and he began to slowly push in and pull out repeatedly, gradually speeding up his pace. Each push forward felt better than the one before, and I wanted it more and more. "faster," I cried, and Ross did as I ordered. Soon he was literally pounding my ass - and I loved it!

"I'm going to cum soon," he panted. "Do you want me to cum inside you or pull out?"

I considered it for a moment. I had never before thought about the consequences of someone cumming in my ass. It was long before the advent of AIDS, but I was still aware of other STDs.

"Pull out," I said. "Shoot it on my face."

So that's what he did. In moments his cum was splattered all over my face, in my hair, dribbling down my nose, splashing into my mouth, dripping off my chin. I licked the last drops off Ross's dick. I was going to wipe the rest off my face with a handkerchief, but he said, "No!" an bent and licked his own cum off my face. He didn't get it all, though. I licked some off my lips and chin.

By now my cock was hard again. Ross looked at it appraisingly.

"You want to fuck me?" he asked.

"Sure!" I said enthusiastically. He assumed a face-down position on the bed, while I applied some baby oil to my dick and his ass. I spread his legs and kneeled between them, lowering myself and my dick toward his hole. I was about to fuck a guy for the first time!

Just then I heard footsteps on the back stairs and the back verandah door opening and the voices of my mother and father.

"Oh, shit! I cried, leaping from the bed and turning off the bedroom light at the door. "Quick! Get under the covers," I told Ross as I climbed into bed alongside him. I pushed his head under the sheets and drew them up under my neck. I prayed Mum would not come in to check on me, or turn on the light.

But she did come to my bedroom door, and she did open it. She did not turn on the lights, however. She poked her head in and whispered, "Joe, you still awake?" I let out a phony snore, and it was enough to fool her. She quietly closed the door behind her. It was only a light wooden door, and I heard her telling dad in the kitchen, "He's sound asleep. Want a cuppa?"

I whispered to Ross, "You can go out the window. It's only a short drop to the ground." He took my advice and climbed through the window, and holding on to the window sill, lowered himself down. His feet were only a couple of feet off the ground, and he let go and dropped onto the lawn in the darkness.

I leaned out the window and whispered into the darkness, "Thanks, that was great!"

"Can we do it again?" asked Ross.

"Sure can!" I whispered back. I saw his dark form move up the driveway and off down the darkened road.

I crawled back into bed, my butt still hot from my first fuck, and the taste of my own cum and Ross's cum in my mouth.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard Mum and Dad discussing me over their "cuppa."

"I wish Joe'd find himself a nice girl," Mum was saying.

"Yeah," Dad agreed. "Kid his age needs sex. Can't be wanking all the time. Needs lots of good fucking!"

"Oh, Tom," Mum chided him. "You're disgusting!"

"No, just honest."

 

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