7. Camden
Camden
The therapists started leading the coaches away. I saw Adam approach Luke and say, “You’re with me, Lucas. This way.”
I felt the growl in my throat before I knew I was doing it.
“Easy, killer,” Tyler said into my ear. “It’s just a massage.”
“Right. And that’s just a swimsuit,” I said, pointing to Tyler’s white briefs.
“Hey, Camden.” I refocused my eyes...on Peter. “You’re stuck with me, kid.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Have fun, Cam,” Tyler sing-songed, as Peter led me away.
As we made our way to the spa rooms, Peter asked, “So, are there any specific areas you want me to focus on or avoid? I ran track and field in college and minored in sports medicine, so I’m aware of all the muscle groups if you want to get scientific.”
“Uh...I’ve had massages before, but they’ve been mostly therapeutic. I’m actually thinking of pursuing physical therapy in school myself. But I don’t have any sore spots right now. So I guess, all over?”
“No worries. Sounds good. You can take your clothes off-”
“All of them?” I interrupted.
He smiled. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. You can be completely naked, or if you want to leave your jocks on, that’s up to you. Please lay on the table, under the sheet, face down to start.”
“My jocks?”
“Ah, sorry. Your briefs, your underwear.”
“Oh...okay, thanks.” I gulped as he left me alone in the room.
I was still trying to get Adam touching Luke out of my head. I had nothing to hide, especially about my body, so I stripped, tossed my clothes on a chair, and lay under the sheet.
He knocked a few seconds later, and I told him to come in.
He adjusted the sheet, put some natural sounds on the portable music player, and said, “Let me know if I need to change the pressure or if you don’t want me massaging a certain area.
This is all about what you want and your relaxation, Camden. ”
“Okay,” I said, voice muffled by the headrest. And I forgot about Luke after that because Peter’s hands were magical.
Why haven’t I done this before? I had massages, but like I said, they were all about stretching and trying to prevent potential injuries, and usually done by one of the assistant coaches. Nothing like this.
I got lost in Peter’s touch. I hadn’t felt like this since...since...Luke touched me last night. Stop thinking about Luke.
“Alright, you can turn over for me.” Fuck.
I turned over and hoped he wouldn’t notice my erection through the sheet. I tried to explain, “So...it turns out my mind wandered and I started thinking about-”
“Easy, Camden. Just lie back. It’s nothing to worry about. I’ve seen it before.”
“You’ve seen my dick?” I asked in shock.
“Good Lord, no. Jesus. I’ve seen guys get turned on before.”
“Oh.” I had to laugh.
He went on, “Sometimes it can be sexual, but most of the time, it’s a reflex because of the body reaching such a relaxed state. And also, you’re nineteen, so there’s that.” He laughed, trying to put me at ease.
I think he could tell I was still embarrassed.
“Cam, focus on your breathing and it’ll go away. No harm done.”
And so I did. I breathed in. I breathed out. Over and over.
“Hey, kid.”
I felt someone shaking my shoulder. “Camden!”
“Ten more minutes,” I said, hearing laughter.
More shaking. “You fell asleep during your massage.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Peter.”
“Don’t be. It’s a compliment. You were so relaxed. Out like a light.”
“I guess so.” I smiled. Then I remembered what happened and tried to think of something else.
“Or you’re so exhausted because you’re at the Olympics, working your ass off,” he joked.
“Definitely that,” I said, thankful we were ignoring the elephant penis, er, elephant, in the room.
“See you outside,” Peter said.
“Thank you.”
When everyone had gathered together, we headed back up to the lodge.
“Alright, Peter and Adam have scheduled dinner for seven-thirty p.m., so we’ll see you all back here in about forty-five minutes,” Coach said. “Go shower, relax, whatever.”
Dinner was nice. It was good to have the team together and be away from the gym for a while. “Is it alright if we post on social media that we’re here?” I asked.
“Totally fine,” Coach said. “Like I said, this is all legitimate, and you already know the USOC wants as much publicity as possible, so go ahead. Post, tweet, snap. Have at it!”
“Please do!” Peter said.
“And tag us as well,” Adam added.
“Will do. Thanks so much!”
We stayed at the table through dessert, talking late into the evening. Peter and Adam were the first to call it.
“Gotta be up early to make breakfast for you Olympians.” Adam winked.
“Have a good sleep,” Peter said. “If you need anything in the middle of the night, give a ring on the phone. We have an overnight attendant.”
And one by one, after that, the coaches went to bed, and then it was just the team.
Graham and Grant crashed out next, leaving me, Tyler and Luke lounging on the couch in the living room, watching the flames dance in the fireplace.
As soon as the twins left, Luke nestled into my side, his head eventually sliding down to rest on my thigh.
“No fair,” said Tyler.
“Our team still has openings, Tyler,” I said.
“That’s what he said,” Luke added. I laughed.
“Watch out, I’m coming in. I want snuggles too.”
Luke groaned. “Hands off, Ty!”
“Too late!” he said.
And Tyler slid into my other side.
“It’s okay, Luke. Your ass is cuter.”
“Hey!” Tyler said. “Is my ass not cute?”
“I didn’t say that, Tyler. I said his was cuter.”
“Oh okay. As long as you still think mine’s cute.”
“Why would that matter?” Luke asked.
“Duh, Luke. Self esteem!”
I laughed again, and we settled into a comfortable silence.
Until I realized I had two fit gymnasts in my lap, including one whose ass I licked the other night. And cue my erection. I shoved them off my lap.
“I want a picture,” I said.
“I want a pony,” Tyler said.
“I want Cam in my bedroom,” Luke said. I can make that happen.
“I’d still prefer a pony.”
“Come up here, guys. I want a picture of us. This has been a wonderful day. And I know I don’t post enough, and I want to remember it. So, smile.”
#bestbros #waratahrainforestretreat #relax
“If this becomes some sort of pre-coital ritual, I will have no part in it,” Tyler warned.
“Uh, I think you liked it,” Luke said, pointing to his shorts.
“Erections are a natural and healthy response to relaxation. I am not ashamed.”
"You got hard during the massage too?" I asked.
I saw Luke's ears perk up.
"Uh...yeah," Tyler admitted. "You did?"
"Yup."
"Well, that makes three of us," Luke admitted.
I turned to him, surprised. And we all started laughing.
Tyler leapt off the couch. “We’re like the Three Musketeers!”
“I’m not crossing swords with you,” Luke said.
“Well, I’m embarrassed for all three of us,” I said, standing up. “Thanks for the snuggles, guys. I’m going to bed.”
“See you in a bit?” Luke asked hopefully.
“Sure.”
I didn’t want to be too eager, and I wasn’t sure when Luke headed back to his room, so I waited. For what felt like forever, I waited, staring at my phone.
Luke: You awake?
Finally!
Cam: Yeah.
Luke: Good.
Cam: Is that so?
Luke: You coming over?
Cam: Yes!
I couldn’t get off my bed fast enough. I gave my armpits a smell.
Hmm...alright. But I spritzed myself with some cologne, anyway.
I looked myself over in the mirror and stripped, happy that I brought a pair of Andrew Christian briefs with me.
I had forgotten about them until Grant spoke up in the locker room this morning.
They were white, with black piping, and had one of those holes in the front you could put your junk through, so they would push it out, making it more obvious.
I hope he likes them. I slipped on some grey sweats and a tight sky blue t-shirt.
Cam: Open your door, coming over.
I peeked my head out my door. It was after eleven, and I was hoping no one would still be up. Luke’s door opened and I skittered across the hall. I couldn’t help but giggle, and so did Luke.
“It feels like we’re spies,” Luke said, closing the door.
“Sexy spies,” I added.
“Come here,” he said as he grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to him. “Mmm...you smell good.” His lips ghosted my neck as he moved up to my ear and licked.
I shivered. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to nut pretty quick.”
He pulled off and smiled. “Don’t want to waste that, now do we?,” he asked, looking down. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bed. “You are wearing far too many clothes, Cam.”
He pulled off my shirt, and ran his hands down my pecs, tweaking each nipple as he continued lower.
He gave them each a lick as he sat on the edge of the bed.
His hands went to the waistband of my sweats next, and he dragged them off slowly.
I was already hard, so they caught on my dick.
Teasingly, he pulled slower, watching right where my dick was holding them up.
The torture was delightful. He finally pulled with enough force down that my dick popped up and my pants hit the floor.
His eyes lit up as he looked up at me. “You’re wearing ACs,” he said with surprise.
“Thought you’d like them.”
“I like what’s in them more,” he said. He leaned forward and sucked at my dick through the white fabric.
My hand went to the back of his head automatically, guiding him, and I couldn’t help but watch.
He kept licking and smearing saliva up and down my dick, continuing to suck.
He braced his hands on my hips. I slowly started to grind forward.
“I think someone’s excited,” he said, licking his lips.
“Looks like you’re pretty eager tonight yourself.”
“I can’t get enough of you, honestly. Your dick is perfect.”
We could see it through the fabric now. His saliva had done that, and I have to admit, it was pretty hot. Still wearing briefs, but seeing my dick through them. It was kinky and I liked it. I filed that thought away as I felt Luke’s hands tugging at my briefs.
“Again, with the teasing. You’re driving me crazy,” I said.
He laughed. “Worth it.”