Marc Bouvier had expected to help his father ace this match against their competitor and his man. The guy was
over twice his age, Marc was shocked how his out of shape body moved like a young kid's. The match was close,
but somehow or other, he and his father just managed to miss key shots. The ball bounced just inside the line
or just off their rackets at an odd angle when Dennis hit it toward them. He was furious, and curiously
aroused.
"Come on, Dennis, join me for a steam," Donald Conrad said, "You deserve it. I'll even treat you to a massage
afterward."
"Okay. Lead on, sir," Dennis said. He was in a bit of a daze. He too doubted his own remarkable performance,
and every muscle in his body ached. He hadn't been that athletic since he was Jeff's age. Jeff? He wondered?
He shook his head and followed his boss to the locker room. The club supplied the towels and lockers, and
soon the two naked men were enjoying the steam room together.
Jacques Bouvier had struck his son when they were alone and stalked off. Marc had followed Dennis and Donald
into the locker room, but had gone down the other aisle. He peered over the bank of lockers, and once the two
had left for their steam and massage, he broke into Dennis' locker. He was furious, curious and strangely
turned on by the old guy who bested him at tennis. He grabbed Dennis's white sock that was sticking out his
shoes and sniffed it. Jeff was terrified and confused. Why was this guy holding him? What was he doing in his
father's locker? He glanced down at Marc's tented white tennis shorts, and suddenly understood. No! His mind
screamed. Marc buried his face in the sweaty sock again and re-locked Dennis's locker.
Marc disappeared into the towel room, and lay down in a pile of towels and slid Jeff down over his erect cock
and started jacking off into Jeff. About twenty minutes later, Marc shoved the damp crumpled single white sock
into his tennis shorts' pocket, and left the locker room. He raced home in his vintage Triumph convertible. He
was glad he didn't live with his father any more. He went around back without entering his house. He stripped
naked and then fished the sock out of his shorts. He lay on a lounge chair to bask in the sun, but he clutched
Jeff tightly in his hand.