Tennis Club or Penis Club? by BogossDeParis
Dive into the steamy world of “Tennis Club or Penis Club?” by BogossDeParis, where sports meet seduction. Explore the thrilling encounters and unexpected relationships that unfold in a gay tennis club, blending romance, humor, and unrestrained passion. Don’t miss out on this enticing tale that serves up more than just competition!
I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect! ____________________________________________________________________________________
“Damn, we played really well tonight, didn’t we?! Don’t you think we’re improving, Hervé?”
“Yeah, that’s what I tell myself too. Especially you, Richie! Me too after all: I feel like I’m 30 again!”
“Almost, yes! But it’s so hot, even at this time of the day! I’m heading to the shower before it closes… Are you coming?”
“No… Actually, I would like to, but, you know, Sabine prefers to shower at home, so…”
I don’t insist, I wave to the girls chatting at the other end of the tennis court and tell him, “Have a good night and see you Thursday! 8:30 p.m. as usual?!”
Hervé nods to me with his raised thumb and leaves to join Sabine and her friend.
To keep myself in good shape, I play tennis regularly. I am part of the Chambéry club (Alps). At 46 years old, I do everything possible to stay in shape and continue to be able to attract men, especially since I’m a fan of young guys, like 22-25 years old.
At this age, they are still fresh in their heads, always positive, eager to discover new things, but have already had some experiences and therefore know what they want.
On a physical level, they have reached a certain maturity, have developed their muscles, have toned and smooth bodies and the ability to have very firm and lasting erections… Not to mention the infinite number of times they are capable of squirting and the volume of what they send!
During the summer, I have a little less work and I go play tennis in the evening once the heat has subsided a little with my friend Hervé. Often, we play doubles with his wife Sabine and Marion, Sabine’s best friend. We are all around the same age and get along well.
I insisted even less for Hervé to join me in the showers as I discovered a new attraction in the club showers.
During the winter, the club and locker rooms close earlier, at 8 p.m. And the atmosphere in the locker room isn’t really cool. On the men’s side, it’s an old guy, Gérard, who tidies and cleans the locker room. He creates an almost police-like atmosphere, which doesn’t make you want to spend too much time there… On the women’s side, it’s Monique, his wife, who does the same job and she is almost as unfriendly…
The good news is that this summer Gérard and Monique, who are approaching retirement age, are replaced by Arthur, their grandson, and by Thérèse, the daughter of another member of the club.
They are both very cheerful and very helpful. For them, nothing is a problem, unlike the hell that the two ancestors put us through!
Plus, not to spoil anything, Arthur is a very handsome boy. He is 19 years old and is a very good tennis player. Without being a model, we see that his regular tennis practice and his young hormones have transformed him into a handsome guy. He’s quite tall (probably a little over 6′) and is quite muscular all over. Although he is blond, he has dark skin that takes the sun well and his tanned skin highlights his blue eyes. His long hair is gathered into a ponytail above his head.
The Club closes at 10 p.m. in the summer and I understand that Arthur starts his cleaning chore at about 9 p.m. He starts with the locker room, then around 9:30 p.m. he takes care of the toilets and then ends with the showers.
When I arrive in the locker room, I see that he is finishing his cleaning, “Hello, Arthur! That’s it, the day is almost over?!”
“Hello Richard! Yeah… And I admit that I’m happy about it because with this heat…”
“Damn, it’s true! In any case, good choice to go shirtless for your cleaning…”
Blushing, he says to me, “My grandfather would definitely find fault with my outfit… But I’ve been sweating so much in my T-shirt all afternoon and since at this time there’s almost no one left…”
“You are quite right!”
“Okay, I’m off to do the most hateful part of my job: the toilet!”
“Cheer up, man!”
And I see him go without energy towards the toilet, not without looking at his well-formed bubble butt in his blue shorts.
I take a look at my cell phone, in case I received an urgent email or message from one of my clients. I am a tax lawyer and it is quite common for people to ask me at all hours; I do not want to fail in my reputation for being very responsive, which allows me to have a nice portfolio of clients. There are only 2 or 3 things that aren’t very important, but treating them also allows me to let my body dry…
At one point I hear Arthur swear in the distance, “Fuck! Damn that’s disgusting! Shit!”
I look at my watch: already 9:45 p.m. I have to hurry… I’m hardly sweating anymore: a good time to go shower! Just enough time to undress and find the shower gel and my towel in my bag.
When I arrive in the showers a few minutes later, Arthur has visibly moved on to the next stage: lukewarm water trickles down his body; he released his long blond hair which now falls on his shoulders; he seems to feel good; he has his eyes closed and lets himself go; he must think back to the events of the day; he must see the very provocative clothes and the smoldering gazes on him from all the ladies of the club, as if to undress him with their gaze; he feels his cock beginning to grow, to thicken, to stand up to look towards the ceiling, to free the glans of the foreskin, to…
“Wow, Arthur! Looks like you’re enjoying your shower!” I tell him, settling myself under the knob opposite his and smilingly pointing to his cock standing at attention!
It puts his feet back on the ground immediately and he says, “Sorry. I got a ton of shit while cleaning the toilets and I absolutely had to clean it all up… I don’t know what’s wrong with me… Besides, I thought everyone had left…”, blushing and trying awkwardly hiding his hard-on with his hands.
“You know, I have also been 20! And I know that at this age, hormones are boiling and trigger erections for no real reasons… We’re among guys, stay cool and pretend I’m not here!” I respond, smiling and giving a thumbs up.
“Thank you for taking it like that… But I’m still going to hold back a little… Because usually for my cock to come back to rest, I have to jerk off!” Arthur says to me as he resumes his shower, turning around against the wall out of modesty, thus showing me his bubble butt…
“I know that, man! You know we’re all made the same… Besides, look… by talking about dicks, mine wakes up too!”
He turns around and sees my cock straightening a little more with each beat of my heart. I don’t know if he’s queer, but he obviously can’t help but stare at this monster of flesh as it unfolds and takes on beautiful proportions and I hear him say to me, “Wow, nature has obviously been generous with you!”