After work the next day I had an answer from my response to the craiglist ad. The advertiser introduced himself as Malcom. He suggested I meet him and two of his fellow players on Saturday evening for a practice and get-to-know-each-other game. I accepted his invitation, eager to start playing again.
An 8 p.m. start time under the lights was a good idea due to the hot, summer weather. I got to the courts early to do my loosening exercises and find my way around. At 7:45 I went back to my car after hitting some balls from the ball machine to get toned for the game.
I had been there less than five minutes when a startlingly handsome man approached me. His tanned skin accented by a shock of black hair, moustache and hairy, muscular body stood out in his tennis whites.
“Ted,” he said extending his hand. “Yes,” I replied, shaking his hand as he introduced himself as Malcolm. We chatted for only a few minutes before two men in one car drove up and stopped. The passenger told us they would be right with us as soon as they found a place to park the car.
They joined us and introduced themselves as Len and Rick. Both were handsome, fit, black men. A father, Len and Rick, the son were as impressive to me as Malcolm.
We got down to business – play really – and went to our reserved court at the rather large tennis complex. Malcolm and I played partners against Len and Rick. Len was about Malcolm’s age, and Rick was close to my age of 22, both of us just out of college.
After a vigorous, three sets that Mal as he asked me to call him and I won Mal suggested I join them for a shower in the club locker room area. I agreed. On the way we stopped for a couple of convivial beers in the club bar with its small dining area, and they told me about the coming schedule of club matches. Obviously I was accepted into their group.
By the time we got to the locker room to shower we were the only players there. Only one staff member was at the attendant’s desk, and Mal spoke to him alone before we went to the showers. Towels were available but I had to borrow soap and shampoo from Mal. He told me to start my shower and he would bring over the soap and shampoo right away.
I didn’t think anything about it, but I was a bit startled when he came right over naked with the hygiene items in hand. I could not help but look longer than comfortable for me at his fine-toned body. His chest and abdomen were well-haired with a treasure trail running into a full pubic bush of dark, black, curly hair. Semi-erect his nice, long, thick, veiny, cut cock with a mushroom head stood out a bit from a pendulous, hairy sack of large balls.
He cleared his throat which broke my gaze. I blushed and took the soap and shampoo from him. My cock, nothing to be ashamed of but smaller than his had chubbed while I stared at him. He grinned at me and left my shower curtain opening.
I could hear Mal, Len and Rick talking at first as I showered, but I was unable to make out what they were saying over the sound of the running water in my shower. I finished quickly and went looking for them drying as I went.
I found them at the end shower. Their curtain was open enough for me to see Mal bent over sucking Rick’s cock, and Len kneeling with Mal’s cock in his mouth. Rick pulled back when he saw me staring at them my cock fully hard sticking out of the towel around my waist and jutting up firmly. They disconnected, but undaunted Mal grinned at me and said, “Let’s take this après tennis activity to my apartment, okay.” He nodded at me and wiped his chin.
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