I opened the fridge and drank straight from the orange juice carton. “Still before noon, Mom.”
“You could accomplish a lot if you would just wake up a little earlier.”
I rolled my eyes and put the half-empty carton back in the fridge. My mom was the definition of a workaholic. She worked at home because she said it saved more time not having to commute back and forth.
I took out a box of cereal and ate it dry by the handful.
My mom cocked her head at me. “You could also learn to cook.”
“Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm doing all right. Really.”
“Well I have a surprise for you.”
This couldn't be good. Whenever my mom surprised me it was always something bad like introducing me to her new boyfriend. Or like when she told me that she was getting married to Quintin.
My mom closed her laptop and focused on me. “I want you to play tennis with Quintin.”
I gagged and vomited a little in my mouth. The thought of spending time with my stepdad alone was disgusting. “I've never even played tennis before.”
“Listen Dante. You don't have a summer job and you're just going to spend all your time sleeping. Plus I thought it was a good way for you two to bond together.”
“First of all, I wasn't going to sleep the entire summer away. I was just catching up after all the sleep I lost during the semester. And secondly, I don't have any interest in tennis.”
My mom stood up and grabbed both my hands. “Will you do this one thing for me? It's not going to kill you to spend an hour a day with Quintin. If after five days, you aren't into it then you can stop.”
There was no arguing with my mom when she acted so civil. She always knew how to get her way and it was never with her voice raised. She had the uncanny ability to convince you with emotion and bargains.
I gripped her hands back. “Okay, I'll play with Quintin. But I'll tell you now that I sucked whenever we played tennis in P.E.”
“I wouldn't worry about that. Quintin will be easy on you. Just give him a chance.”
“I already said yes. You don't need to convince me anymore.”
My mom let go of my hands. “Then you better get ready because he'll be waiting for you in a couple hours.”
She knew I was going to agree to her demands all along. She and Quintin probably planned to do this months ago.
“That's not very fair, Mom. What if I had plans today? You didn't give me any time to prepare.”
“Oh come on, Dante. We both know you had nothing planned today.”
That wasn't entirely true. I had wanted to curl up in bed and dig into a mystery novel that I was still in the middle of. Spending the whole day doing only that was my idea of relaxing.
I put my hands up in surrender. “Fine, I'm going up to take a shower and get changed.”
“You know where he plays right?”
I shook my head.
My mom nudged me in the shoulder. “At the courts at your old high school.”
“Sounds like a fun trip down memory lane,” I replied sarcastically.
I left my mom and began the daunting task of choosing an outfit to wear. I didn't have much in the way of sports attire. That wasn't really my thing.
A baggy white shirt and sweatpants seemed like the most comfy choice. I didn't want a bunch of tight clothes restricting my movements.
After my shower I didn't even bother combing my hair. It was just going to get all messed up anyways. I say my goodbyes to my mom and drove off to my old school.
Chapter Two
John Adams High was a lot different from what I remembered. New buildings had been constructed and a parking garage took up one of the old lots. The memory of driving around looking for an empty parking spot was seared in my brain. It was one of the many reasons I'd show up to class late.
I parked my Ford Focus in one of the stalls marked: Teacher. School wasn't in session so it shouldn't matter much.
I walked through the empty halls of my old school and reminisced about the good old days. The more I thought about it the more I realized that they weren't very good.
I didn't have many friends, never went to a dance, and never had a boyfriend. One-night stands were about all I was used to.
Now don't get me wrong, there were plenty of guys that were interested in me. I knew that my looks were above average but I never felt that need to have a boyfriend. It made me seem crazy to other people but there wasn't a way to change that.
I assumed it was from all the stress from school and once I graduated from college and got a job then maybe I could focus on that aspect of my life.
Until then, love would be put on the back burner.
I found my old blue locker next to the science classrooms. My first name was still etched into it along with all the rest of the owners. I tried my locker combo on the lock and it wouldn't budge.
It was stupid of me to think that it was still mine after graduating three years ago. This was someone else's locker now.
To get to the tennis courts you would have to go through the gym. I walked onto the basketball courts and remembered all the physical education classes we would have to take in here. I never went to a rally or one of the basketball games so the gym only represented pain and humiliation to me.
One embarrassing moment that I could never forget happened right here on this court. It still made me cringe whenever I thought about it. And the stupid part was that it wasn't even that bad but girls laughed at it me for so long afterwards.
It happened after we had all changed into our gym clothes. The outfit was a gray shirt with the logo of our mascot: the Stallion and black tiny shorts. The short were very short and very loose. Guys used to make fun of each other because of it.
What I had failed to realize was that my balls were sticking out of my shorts while we stretched. Girls snickered and laughed as we worked out and I had no idea what was going on. Nobody pointed out what was wrong. They just continued to laugh.
My face was so many shades of red because I didn't even know why they were all laughing at me. I checked myself out and figured out the problem. I was so furious and didn't know what to do so I stormed off and into the locker room even though the teacher was yelling at me to stay.
Students called me the most stupid names for the rest of the year. Some of the names didn't even have to do with dicks and balls.
People can be really cruel to each other sometimes.
I didn't want to remember anything more and left the gym. The blacktop outside was already warm from the beaming sun up above. I had to shield my eyes to see where the tennis courts were.
All the courts were empty save for one.
Through the green fences I could see Quintin practicing his serve. I'd never seen him in action before and it was actually a little impressive. I'd always known he played tennis but it never clicked in my head that he was actually any good.
I watched him for a few moments and entered the courts. “Hey Quintin.”
Quintin was in the middle of throwing the tennis ball up in the air when he saw me. The ball fell to the ground without him touching it and he smiled. “Are you ready to play, Dante?”
Chapter Three
Quintin was wearing a white polo shirt and red shorts. They were a little too short and showed off a lot of his legs which I thought was a little silly.
The other funny part was the white headband that covered his short black hair. It grossed me out a little to imagine it full of sweat.
Even though the outfit was funny in pieces, all of it together made him look like a professional tennis player.
“Have any trouble finding the courts?” he asked, bending over and grabbing a water bottle off the ground.
“Did you forget that I went to high school here?” I replied.
“Of course. I remember your mom telling me that.” He took a sip of water and set the bottle back down. “Before we start, tell me how much experience you have at tennis.”
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bsp; I shrugged. “None.”
Quintin slowly nodded. “Then we'll have to start easy at first.”
“You know we don't really have to do this.”
“What do you mean?” Quintin replied.
“I know my mom is making us play tennis as some sort of bonding experience. I can go right now and we can both say that I did it.”
Quintin handed me a tennis racket. “You're not getting out of this so easily.”
I wanted to hit him across the face with the racket. My mom and stepdad were teaming up to make my life a living hell.
Quintin pointed to a white line on the green court. “Why don't you go stand over there and I'll be on the other side of the net.” He grabbed a few tennis balls and ran to his side of the court.
I took my position on the white line he indicated and took my stance. “What do I do now?” I asked.
“I just want to get a feeling for how you play. I'll hit the ball to you and just do whatever feels natural to you.”
I nodded and tried to remember the times I'd seen tennis players actually play. Quintin bounced the neon green ball in front of him and smacked it over the net.
It was almost too fast for my eyes to comprehend. I swung the racket as hard as I could but completely missed. The ball bounced behind me into the fence. I wasn't very surprised. I'd never been good at sports and whiffing on the ball was a given.
“Good effort,” Quintin said. “Let's try one more. This time focus on the ball and keep your eyes on it the entire time.”
I nodded and took what I believed to be a tennis stance with my knees bent. Quintin hit the ball like before and I swung exactly like last time. Except this time I connected with the ball and it went sailing over Quintin's head and over the fence.
“You did much better that time. If we were playing baseball you would've hit a home run.”
I had barely played at all and sweat was already beginning to accumulate on my back. Wearing sweatpants might not of been the best decision.
Quintin ran around to my side of the net. “I'm going to show you how to swing the racket correctly. Trust me it will be very easy.”
He approached me from behind and put his hands on me. I wanted to throw up at first. The thought of my stepdad's hands on me was disgusting. He positioned my body until it was straight on with the net in the middle of the court. The more he touched me the more I warmed up to it. His touch was firm and confident. He didn't hesitate when he felt my arms or my hips.
Quintin helped me with my grip on my racket. “Use both hands at first,” he began. “If the ball is coming to your right side. Separate your hands and swing with just your right.” He pressed his body against me from behind and took control of my hands. “Like this.”
Sweat began to form on my forehead. The feeling of this man so close to me was awakening a desire within me I never knew I had. I could feel the front of his shorts just barely touching my ass. All I needed to do what back up an inch and I'd probably feel his hard cock against me.
He separated my hands and swung the racket with my right. He repeated the motion a few times until I could do it myself.
“Now when the ball comes to your left, you're going to perform a backhand. You'll keep both hands on the racket as you swing.” Quintin guided me. “Twist your body at your waist and not at your feet.”
I wanted him to be behind me all day, showing me various tennis moves. I couldn't believe the insane rate that my feelings were developing for my stepdad. I wanted to vomit at the thought of him just a few hours ago.
And now I wanted him naked on top of me, pumping that big cock of his in and out. My mind was so dirty and it made me blush. I almost forget to pay attention to what Quintin was telling me.
Quintin backed away from me. “It will take a lot of practice so don't get discouraged if you don't figure it out immediately. Now are you ready to try it out by yourself?”
“Can you show me that backhand one more time?” I asked with a sly smile.
“Of course.” Quintin resumed his position behind me and held my arms. His touch gave me goosebumps.
I bent down just a little and pushed my ass backwards. I met Quintin's shorts and felt his hardness against my sweatpants. He felt so good against me.
Quintin immediately backed away and acted like nothing happened. I couldn't help but stare at the outline of his boner in his tight shorts.
“Let's try a few practice shots,” he said.
Chapter Four
With each swing, I got better and better. I worked on my control and after a hundred balls or so, I was actually able to keep it in the court.
“That should be good enough for today,” Quintin announced.
I was completely exhausted. My clothes were soaked with sweat. I now knew the reason for the headband.
But I was ready to train with him all day if that meant more time with Quintin.
“Did you bring water?” he asked me.
I shook my head. Quintin tossed me his water bottle. I took a sip and imagined his lips touching mine. I handed the bottle back to him and wiped my mouth. “Thank you.”
“You learned a lot today. Shall we do it at the same time tomorrow?” Quintin asked.
“Sounds good to me. I'll see you at home for dinner then.”
My mom had won. After one day, I was ready to play tennis for the rest of my life as long as that meant spending alone time with Quintin.
I drove back home with the biggest smile on my face. I'd never felt so excited before. I'd never been touched by a man like that.
“How was it?” my mom asked as I entered the kitchen. She was still sitting behind her laptop and most likely hadn't moved all day.
I tried to play it cool. “It went okay. I don't know if I really like it yet.”
“Just remember our promise. Give it a few more days and if it doesn't work out, then you can quit.”
“Don't worry, Mom, I'll give it a try. I'm going to go take a shower to wash away this gross feeling.”
“Be ready for dinner in couple hours,” my mom replied.
“What are we eating?”
“I'm going to have Quintin pick up some hamburgers. Anything special you want?”
“Just make sure that mine doesn't have pickles.”
I entered the warm shower and washed off the day's sweat. My muscles were already sore and they would only be worse tomorrow. I closed my eyes and let the water run over my body and relax my muscles.
I thought about Quintin behind me, pressing against my ass. I wanted him to take me right there on the rough court.
My hand slipped down past my stomach and reached my throbbing cock. I let my fingers tease my head just a little.
I wanted Quintin to join me in the shower, his hands pushing me against the glass door, his lips touching mine, our naked bodies joining together.
A bead of pre-come appeared on my tip. I gripped my shaft tightly. I could never get myself this aroused so easily before.
I imagined Quintin bending me over, gripping my hips as he entered me, his cock filling every inch of me. He slammed me against the shower door over and over again, whispering how much he loved me in my ear.
I returned to my swollen cock and stroked it up and down. The muscles in my legs instantly flexed and pain radiated through my body from the soreness. I ignored it and continued touching myself.
I pictured the water running off our bare skin, Quintin grabbing my hair and fucking me harder. I wanted him to spill his seed inside me.
I furiously rubbed my penis faster and faster. It didn't take much to get me to orgasm. My thighs vibrated intensely and a moan escaped my lips. An explosion of pleasure flooded my system and I collapsed onto the shower floor.
I wanted to touch myself again and again. I didn't care that I was only making myself even more sore. I reached down there again. I was still hard. My body was ready for me again.
A knock at the door ruined everything. “Dante! You've been in the shower for way too lon
g. Quintin is here with dinner.”
I jumped up and opened up the shower door. “I'll be right there.” I felt embarrassed but knew that there was no way she heard what I was doing in there.
She might not like the idea that I was masturbating to the idea of my stepdad taking me from behind in the shower.
I dried off as fast I could and ran out of the bathroom with a towel hastily wrapped around me. I almost made it to my room until Quintin walked into the hallway. I immediately tried to cover up all of me with the towel but it was too late.
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