1. Lucas #2
I met Orion at the New York College of Arts and Sciences.
That’s where my parents made me enroll after pulling me out of Florida University and away from Cam.
I was a fifth year senior when he transferred in as a sophomore and became the college’s first Black gymnast. I knew who he was before the coach introduced him, having recognized him from competitions.
He also knew who I was and sought me out.
I was the first person he came out to, and I helped him through that process with his family and the team.
He was pretty insecure about himself, though I couldn’t see why.
He eventually opened up to me about how he was teased a lot as a kid and he hated that it still affected him so much.
Over the years, he became more confident and comfortable around me.
He flirted a little with me at one point, but I explained to him why it could never happen and we stayed friends.
I saw him opening up around the team lately, especially if I was around, but other than that, he was very quiet.
“I’ll be sure to ask for all your advice later.” He winked. “Over drinks?” He threw a towel from his locker over his shoulder and turned to head to the showers.
“You’re not old enough!” I yelled after him.
I rolled my eyes and dropped my bag on the floor, reaching down to pull my shirt over my head. I felt something brush against my back. “Fuck!” I practically jumped out of my pants. I finally disentangled myself from the shirt. “Colton, when did you get here?”
“Uh...just now, cowboy.” He shrugged, towering in front of me.
“I’ll say.” I shook my head and pulled my pants off, leaving me in just a jockstrap. Colton stood there in front of me. “Can I help you with something?”
Was he looking at my jock?
“Fixin’ to head to my locker. You’re in my way.”
“Oh sorry, I hadn’t realized,” I said, stepping aside. I must’ve imagined him looking because he didn’t seem to give me a second glance even as I donned my birthday suit and headed to the shower. The lack of sex must be increasing my imaginative abilities.
And good lord, there’s O’s massive dick! Look away.
Thankfully, O had soap on his face and his eyes were closed, so he didn’t just see me gaping at his enormous dong. I shook it off and stepped into the stall next to him.
He finished rinsing his face and noticed me. “Hey Luke, how’s it going over there?” He pulled himself up onto the partition and pretended to ogle me.
“You’ve seen it before. Keep your ass inside your stall.”
“I’m only being friendly,” he replied.
“Yeah, that’s it, you perv.” It was hard not to smile. “How did you end up at the Olympics again?”
“You know the routine. A couple of blowjobs and it was a done deal!”
Alex shook his head as he headed our way. “Are you always this-”
“Good-looking?” O finished for Alex.
“Sexual?” Alex finished, taking the stall on the other side of O.
“I’m sorry,” O answered, suddenly bashful. “I can stop if you don’t like it.”
“No, it’s not a big deal. I’m just not used to it.” Alex smiled. “I guess I’ll have to study some techniques to keep up with the two of you.”
“Leave it to the Stanford poli sci major to want to study at the Olympics,” I said.
I admit that was about the extent of my knowledge of Alex. He was pretty quiet. He reminded me of Grant, but without a twin to bring him out of his shell. Not really insecure like O, just soft-spoken. He was an incredible gymnast, however, and I was glad he was on the team this year.
“Y’all leave some hot water for me?”
The man producing that admittedly sexy drawl drew my eyes.
Colton flaunted his body, but he didn’t do it on purpose, which made it worse.
Being the tallest on the team, his legs were trunks of muscle.
Honestly, it was as if Tarzan had a son and raised him on a big cattle ranch instead of the jungle.
I couldn’t remember what he had asked. Every time I saw Colton naked, my words disappeared because he reminded me of Cam.
Despite the height difference and Colton’s light brown hair and hazel eyes, the skin tone, the muscles, the ass were all like Cam.
Though Cam’s dick was bigger.
Dick dick dick.
I needed to stop thinking about dicks.
“What about dicks, Luke?”
“What?!” I asked, pulling myself out of my Cam-dream.
“You said, ‘Dick dick dick’,” Colton answered, stepping into the shower next to mine.
“I said that out loud?!”
“Eh, don’t mind him,” O answered for me. “He has dicks on the brain.”
Colton laughed. “Is that so? Makes sense a gay man would have dicks on the brain.”
“And how would you know?” I heard myself ask.
“Well, I may be from Texas, but I’m not clueless. I do have a gay friend.”
“Just one?” O asked.
Look at you, O. Get it!
“He’s my best friend, actually.”
God, why did he have to be so charming? Does that mean Cam talks to him about dicks?
Here I was in between two bodies that Michelangelo could’ve used as models for David and, of course, I was thinking about dicks. Mostly one in particular, though Colton’s ass had stirred a memory of Cam’s and my dick had responded at the thought.
“Guess he does have dicks on the brain?” Colton remarked, leaning towards me and glancing over the partition.
I normally had no shame, but I was embarrassed and made some snappy remark about him being too tall.
“You know what they say about tall guys…” Colton started.
“I’ve seen it,” O cut him off. “Mine’s bigger.”
Colton mock gasped. I had to smile. It was weird at first without the twins, but these guys were great.
I was happy they made the team. Perhaps a little too interested in penises, but it was nice to be accepted so openly by the new guys.
O was out as well, so I had a partner in crime this time, though not quite the type of partner I wanted.
“He must still be thinking about dicks,” I heard Colton say.
“Obsessed with my dick much?” I finally found some words.
Colton shrugged. “It’s a nice one.”
My mouth dropped open and my dick wasn’t getting softer. I couldn’t tell if he was fucking with me or if he actually meant it. I was half-hard when I heard the bag drop to the floor and Cam said, “Hey guys! I made it!”