Dwayne pretended to listen to their news, but, as instructed, he kept his eyes on mine....
We left the changing room together and walked to the club house. I'm not going to lie- it felt weird knowing that in a few moments I'd be back competing against a lad I'd just fucked and lost my virginity to.
I was a different Nils now. Was it the admissions of frailty we shared, the tender kisses, the animalisic sex, the fact I'd found my dominant side or was it the joy of the Afterglow?
I don't know, bits of each? All of
each? Who knows? Being honest, it's July 2025 now and I still don't know.
This time, walking on to the court, we chatted. The knock-up was relaxed and error free and I felt like I was hitting the ball, moving and anticipating as well as I ever had.
I felt relaxed.
A few people remarked on our matching shirts, I explained the story. It raised eyebrows. I didn't care. Genuinely couldn't have given a flying fuck.
The referee put the two doubles matches between respective opposite pairings of 3&4 and 5&6 on at the same time as our singles, the idea being to hopefully get a result before the competition's hire of the courts expired at 6pm.
During the knock up I again took in how stunning Dwayne was and I caught him studying me in much the same way.
When we resumed, Dwayne extended his lead to 5-0 with a service hold. But it was a much more competitive game.
Back in the changing rooms fuckin him, I'd found my voice. Now, out on court, I was beginning to find my game. I took a little pace of my first serve and decided to slice wide in both the deuce and ad courts, to keep the ball bouncing as low as possible. It worked, 4 first serves and a hold to love. I'd avoided being egged. Stuart and some of the girl's team applauded loudly courtside, I remember thinking Stuart had his hand way too close to Sarah's pussy. Although Dwayne served out the next game, I was growing in confidence and felt I could definitely make a match of it.
In the second set, now nerveless I opened my shoulders and swung freely, and more often than not chose to hit flashier shots rather than play "percentage" tennis, totally out of character for me. It worked. I sprayed winners all over the court and, with each winner, my confidence and guile grew.
Changing ends, 3-2 ahead Stuart came up to the fence behind my chair.
"Fuckin hell Nils, who are you trying to impress?" he asked.
"No one bud" I answered.
"It's wee Kayleigh from the West team isn't it, you've always liked her tits!?"
Kayleigh was indeed watching courtside and I turned to Stuart, winked and lied "You know me too well mate" To be fair, wee Kayleigh did have awesome tits and.... she still does- but that is another story.
"Fuckin' knew it" he said and left to rejoin the girls.
When someone plays tennis nerve-free with abandon it's sometimes referred to as being "in the Zone". That's the only way I can describe how I felt.
Dwayne was equally impressive and we battled on, neck and neck till we reached 6-6. Tie break.
I waited for the nerves to kick in. They didn't. At 3-3 in the breaker, as we rounded the net to swap ends, Dwayne brushed the back of his hand across my shorts and winked before moving on to the baseline. My cock twitched.
"Concentrate" I told myself. I moved 6-5 ahead thanks to an audacious drop shot taking me to set point on Dwayne's serve. He thundered down a bullet up the T. I launched myself to my right and only just managed to make contact with the ball. My return was low, caught the top of the net cord, dribbled over and died on the soft grass on the other side.
Lucky bastard!
One set all. Stuart and the girls were whooping. Dwayne put his hands on his hips and shook his head playfully, grinning uncharacteristically at the same time.
Losing a set point like that would normally test the temper of even the saintliest of players but we were both now having fun, entertaining the small crowd, both still savouring the sex we'd just had, knowing it was our secret.
Sadly, there's no miracle ending to the 'tennis' part of the day. I could lie and create a wonderful fantastical victory story for my team, but this is a factual account of a real event, not a work of fiction.
Truth be told, the ending was an anticlimax- I'd just broken serve in the deciding set to move ahead 3-2 when the 5&6 v 5&6 doubles game ended, the West school team winning the match easily, meaning they'd secured 5 wins out of the possible 9 and couldn't be overhauled.
It was nearing 6pm and obvious that the other matches wouldn't be completed.
Dwayne walked to the net to shake my hand and did a very honourable UnDwayneDodds thing.
"I'm conceding the match to you", he smiled, "You were going to win anyway "
The game could easily just have been recorded on the scoresheet as 'unfinished'. I was amazed. I was humbled by his kindness and class.
"Not so trashy now are we Mr Dodds?" I smiled.
We embraced warmly over the net, probably for just a little too long, before packing up our racket bags and heading to the clubhouse.
Stuart caught up with us and the three of us chatted.
"I'm gutted we didn't get to play doubles with each other today" Stuart said.
Quick as a flash Dwayne retorted "Sorry man, he had his hands full playing with me"
And he was right- on two levels |
