6. Camden #2
I stood in front of the mirror and thought about Luke’s dick at the gym, closing my eyes.
We were alone. His dick hardened, pushing out the leg of his shorts.
I opened my mouth and Luke teased my lips with it.
Sticking my tongue out and inserting it into his foreskin, I could taste the salty sweetness of his precum. I got my dick out and started stroking.
‘Ay dios mio, your mouth is so hot, Cam.’ He grabbed the sides of my head and started fucking my mouth. ‘I’m not gonna last long. You ready for my load?’
‘Fuck, yes, Luke,’ I managed to say in between mouthfuls of cock. ‘I’m close too.’
Imagining his full balls, slapping against my chin. It didn’t take long.
‘I’m cumming, Cam. I’m cumming!’
“Oh, Luke. Luke!”
I felt my balls tighten. So close. I held my hand in front of my dick to block my cum from going all over the mirror as I sped up my strokes.
Letting out the breath I was holding, I watched the cum blast out of my dick, running down my hand and into the sink.
I squeezed the last few drops out and swiped my thumb over the slit to get the last of it.
After rinsing the cum off, I washed both hands, dried them and slowly opened the door.
“You finished?” I whispered.
“Yeah, I told you a few minutes ago, but I guess you were too busy with Luke.”
I walked out of the bathroom, shutting the light off, and stood in front of Colton’s bed with surprisingly little shame. He hadn’t moved much, though his hair was messy and his skin was flushed.
“You heard me?”
“Yup.”
“Shit, I didn’t even realize I was saying anything.”
“No blush?”
“What?” I asked.
“You usually blush when you talk about sex stuff. I’m surprised, especially when you don’t even remember what you were saying.”
“Okay, now you’re trying to make me blush, you jerk.”
“Hey, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Cam. You sounded like you were really into it. Now, can we hit the sack? You have a big day tomorrow.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“I’ll have to figure out some sort of warning system for future sexting.”
“You could try caution tape?”
“So funny, Cam.”
It wasn’t surprising that masturbating, the image of Colton’s hard dick, and the ensuing conversation all convened in my head as a healthy distraction and pushed any thoughts I had before to the wayside. I fell asleep easily.
“Cam, they’re here.”
“Wha-what?”
“The video crew. They’re here. Put some clothes on.”
“No, that’s perfectly fine, Mr. Walker. We want everything to look natural.”
Fuck. “You’re here!”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you.”
“Mr. Kane, huge fan,” the woman said, extending her hand out to me. “I’m Iris Sinclair with NBC Sports. The guy behind the camera is Xavi.”
I shook her hand, but my eyes darted to Xavi. He looked like Luke all grown up. Dark hair, brown eyes, tan skin, trimmed beard.
Go away, dick.
“You...uh, really want me naked on television. You can’t show that, can you?”
“No, we can’t. We’ll blur it out. I simply meant don’t be ashamed of your body or change anything about your routine. Pretend we’re not even here, though I may ask a question here and there, so it might be a little strange.”
Normally, I wouldn’t have dared show my dick to two complete strangers, but something in me wanted to see if Xavi played for our team.
I threw the covers back, revealing my body, and stood up to get clothes from my dresser. Sure enough, I saw his eyes widen at the sight of it.
“Hey Cam, you almost-” Colton sputtered. “Jesus, don’t you ever put that thing away.”
“What? Iris told me to be natural.”
“She didn’t mean au naturel. This is what happens when you live in Florida for too long. All that sun,” Colton teased me, looking into the camera.
“Says the man who lives in the middle of a desert,” I shot back, pulling up a pair of black briefs.
“Is the entire team as close as you two?” Iris asked.
“Well, Colton is my best friend, but yeah, the other guys and us are tight. You don’t spend years training with the same guys and seeing them at the same competitions and not end up familiar.
Being at the Olympics together helps. They’re the only ones that know what it’s like. Them, and the previous Olympians.”
“You ready yet?” Colton asked.
“Yes, Mom,” I answered, slipping on track pants and a sweatshirt and stuffing the rest of the stuff in my bag for our morning training session.
We grabbed breakfast in the American dining hall and Iris asked a few more basic questions about village life, how London compared to Brisbane, and a few things about my mom and back home.
Since we were going all the way to the arena, we decided to take the Tube with Iris and Xavi in tow.
They said it would make for a better shot.
Coach gathered us all together, and Iris introduced herself and Xavi.
I got a closer look at Luke’s crew. The reporter, Ryder, introduced himself and ignored his cameraman.
I immediately disliked him and wondered if they woke Luke up in bed like me.
I doubted it since he was such a light sleeper, but it still bothered me.
Xavi and the other camera guy were trying not to get in each other’s shots, so it was unlikely Luke and I would interact much. Cassandra usually prevented that, but the segment was supposed to be about us, so I figured at some point they’d want us together.
Noah and I worked on everything since it was podium training.
It was our first time in the arena we were competing in, so I familiarized myself with all the equipment and he and I determined if there were any major differences or idiosyncrasies about the apparatus.
I worked on the vault a little, but I didn’t perform the Kane.
So far, word of our plans had not leaked, and I was trying to keep it that way.
Noah and Iris gave me a break. Xavi was filming what I imagined was B roll for the piece. I took the opportunity to watch the other guys.
You’d think Colton’s height would be a hindrance, but his legs were very flexible and his long arms gave him an advantage on the pommel horse. His enormous biceps probably had something to do with it as well.
Orion was a firecracker in the arena. The youngest and smallest on the team.
He was nimble on the floor and because of his size, he could soar on the vault.
He reminded me of myself and Luke four years ago before we packed on more muscle.
And while he had been more reserved the other times I met him, I wondered if Colton and me outing ourselves had helped him relax around us.
And then there was Alex. I worried he would push me out of the all-around finals. Only two athletes from each country could make it. I hadn’t won a national title for three years, and here was the two-time champion, steady as a rock on the rings.
I took another sip of water and tried not to stare at Luke.