30. Lucas
Lucas
“Good,” Cam said, and leaned in to receive another kiss.
We held hands for a while as we watched the routines after mine.
Along with the artistic ones, there were a few rhythmic and acro routines.
The acro gymnasts were incredible. I was coordinated enough to be an Olympic medalist in gymnastics, but my only experience maintaining balance while holding onto another gymnast involved nudity and Cam.
I hoped he meant what he said, too. I needed him inside me again. After my striptease, I felt a strong desire to get wrecked.
“I’ll be right back. I need to go change,” Cam said, standing up, untangling his fingers from mine.
“Change? You’re not wearing your leotard?”
“Nope.” A mischievous grin disappeared quickly as he blew an air kiss my way before jogging towards the locker room.
Ten minutes later, and the suspense had destroyed me.
“CAMDEN KANE. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.”
Where is he?!
The music kicked on over the PA system. I didn’t recognize it. It sounded like rhythmic thumping, and then there were some weird squeaking noises. And then I saw them.
Colton, O, Alex and Cam entered the arena dribbling basketballs - that’s what the thumping was - and wearing matching shorts and tanks. They came right past me. Their jerseys said ‘Wildcats’. The music was starting to sound familiar.
Cam tossed his ball to Colton and ran up to the floor. The other three knelt on the sideline. It seemed their part was over.
As the lyrics started, Cam launched into his first tumbling pass.
It was a big one. His energy was limitless.
The first three handsprings propelled him across the floor into a piked double front salto with a perfect landing.
His next two passes were easier, but no less impressive visually. Cam was a natural on the floor.
The music was telling him to get his head in the game. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t place it.
Cam started the next portion of the routine with a strength exercise, but stopped midway. His tank was getting in the way. He didn’t finish the move, and instead started another one. That’s weird. Again, the tank messed him up. It kept falling down over his face.
Cam tapped his temple, then pointed his finger up, as if he had an idea. He wasn’t going to win a charades competition, but I knew what he meant.
Launching himself into a handstand, he let the tank fall around his head. He then shimmied his upper body until the tank fell down his arms and hit the floor. He somersaulted over, and now, completely shirtless, he ran through the strength moves he was attempting before.
Colton tossed a basketball back to him. Cam feigned a few basketball moves before dropping the ball and landing his final pass.
His chest was heaving. I could see the sweat glistening from my seat, and I wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and tear his remaining clothes off.
But common sense overruled my libido. Kissing was one thing, but naked dry-humping in front of thousands of people was probably inappropriate.
He picked up his tank and jogged over to where I was cheering.
“You like that, tiger?”
“Aren’t you the wildcat?” I asked, pointing a finger at his jersey.
“You don’t know the movie that was from, do you?”
“Well, if it involves athletic men taking their shirts off, then I am definitely interested in finding out.”
“It was Zac Efron’s big number from High School Musical! You never saw it?”
Recognition arrived. “Ah, yeah. I hear it now. And I saw it. Once. When it came out. I guess I wasn’t as big a fan as you.”
“Well, Zac Efron meant more to me than the movie.”
“I was more into the Disney princes and maybe Tarzan’s loincloth.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for the next gala.”
“Your routine was still amazing. I can’t believe you pulled it together so quickly. With your assistants and everything.”
“Not that hard, Luke,” O said. “We are Olympic athletes. Most of us have rhythm in one way or another.”
“Is that a sex joke? Have you even knocked boots with anyone yet?” Colton asked.
“Would you really like to know? What about you?” O shot right back.
“Put your swords away, gentlemen,” Alex interrupted. “At least until the locker room.”
Colton and O didn’t cross swords in the locker room, but Cam apparently wanted to since he was pretty much eye-fucking me while we showered. I didn’t even try to hide my erection. Alex looked away after saying “Jesus,” O just rolled his eyes at it, and Colton was Colton.
“Is that as big as it gets? Poor Cam.”
“Shut up, you ass,” I said.
“I don’t have any complaints, Colton. Don’t take out your sexual frustration on Luke.” Cam walked over to me and wrapped us up in his towel. We slowly made our way around the end of the lockers where we had more privacy.
“I want you to fuck me tonight,” Cam whispered in my ear.
I looked into his eyes immediately. “You’re sure?”
Cam nodded.
I had never dressed quicker in my life. Then I became a cheerleader for the guys in the shower. I was tempted to shut off their water and kick them out.
“You like what you see?” Colton asked, lazily soaping his butt.
I rolled my eyes. “Hurry the fuck up!”
Colton flipped me off.
“I’ll come in there and finish for you.”
“Promises, promises, cowboy.” He winked.
“Ugh, Cam! Make your friend finish already.”
Cam came over from around the corner. “Colton. We’d like to go so we can fuck. You might have blue balls, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us need to suffer the same fate.” He added with the sexiest whine I’d ever heard, “Pleeease.”
Colton turned to look at Cam. “Since you asked so nicely, stud. And here I thought maybe Luke was interested in li’l ole me.”
“Maybe next time. Dry off and get dressed!” I threw his towel at him.
“See you tomorrow, guys,” I yelled, on the way to our bedroom. Cam was on my heels.
He slammed the door behind me and tore my shirt over my head.
We both kicked our shoes off, followed by our socks, and then it was a race to see who could get their pants off first. Cam lost because I was wearing sweats, so I pushed him onto the bed with his jeans around his ankles.
“Stupid clothes,” I muttered, as I maneuvered his pants off his feet.
Before Cam could even attempt to get his shirt, I had stripped his briefs off and my mouth was on his dick.
I must’ve been doing something right because Cam could barely form a sentence.
After what seemed like a blissful eternity, I paused my quest for cum to take a breath. Apparently, it gave Cam a moment of clarity where words were possible.
“Did you still want to fuck me?”
I groaned and went in for a kiss. “Of course I do. I was just trying to get you to relax.”
“Well, you failed. I am totally and one hundred percent horny as fuck. I wouldn’t quite call that relaxed.”
“Well, let’s fix that,” I said, lifting him up off the bed to pull his shirt off.
As soon as I let go of his torso, Cam crashed back down to the bed.
I used the momentum to push his butt up, legs towards his head.
Cam saw where this was going and grabbed his feet and pulled, giving me better access.
Cam was flexible enough he could actually touch his feet to the sides of his face.
“Fucking hell,” I said.
“What?”
“The view.”
“Despite what you may think, I probably can’t hold this forever. Doesn’t your tongue have something else to do besides wax on about how gorgeous I am?”
I rolled my eyes and dove tongue first into his crack.
“Your hole is so tight.”
I reached around Cam’s thigh to grab his dick, but my hand slipped. It appeared to be wet and leaking onto his stomach.
“Enough, Luke. Get the lube.”
He didn’t have to ask me again. I was gone and back in a flash, squirting a generous glob of lube where my tongue had just been.
“I’m gonna finger you first.”
“What a gentleman.”
I saw Cam take a breath and watched his body relax. I pushed in one finger. “What a champ,” I said.
“I had an excellent teacher.”
I added another finger for a few thrusts, but Cam said he was close.
“I want your dick to make me cum. I’m ready, Luke.”
I pulled my fingers out and said, “You can lower your legs a bit. My dick’s down here, handsome.”
A tiny laugh escaped his lips as he let his feet go, leaving him in the missionary position. I added some lube to my dick, then teased the hole with my head.
“I’ve waited a long time for this,” I said. “What do you want, Cam?”
Without hesitation, he said. “I want you to fuck me.”
Fuuuck.
I pushed in and I saw him tense.
“Hold it,” he commanded, trying to breathe through the pain.
I stopped.
“Okay, keep going.”
I slowly pushed forward, caressing his chest, his legs, his ass.
“Ow, ow, ow. Fuck. Pull out, pull out!”
I pulled myself out as quickly as possible. Cam was curling up. I could see his ass muscles clenched.
Fuck!