33. Camden
Camden
Fuck.
This was incredible. It was everything I wanted it to be.
As Luke’s dick slid in and out of me, I lost myself in the feeling of it. It wasn’t as thick as the plug, but I still felt full. Every time he thrust forward, a zing of pleasure bolted through me.
I could tell he was still being gentle, even with my legs trying to pull him farther in.
“Faster, Luke.”
“I don’t-”
“For fuck’s sake, pound me! I can take it!”
Luke’s pace picked up. The sound of his balls slapping against me was the best thing I’d ever heard.
The headboard was banging against the wall.
For half a second, I felt bad for the neighbors, and then Luke’s hands grabbed my thighs, and each thrust was a bolt of Zeus’ lightning straight to my balls.
I took a moment to look at Luke’s body. His curls had dampened with sweat, several of them plastered to his forehead. He needs to grow out his scruff. It’s hot.
He was currently biting his lip, his eyes closed. His abs were tight. I followed the treasure trail down until I couldn’t see anymore. I watched my balls bounce in time to his thrusts, my hard dick rubbing against my stomach.
“You’re so tight, Cam. I’m close.”
We made eye contact, and I smiled.
“I want us to cum together,” he said.
He stayed inside of me, but stopped thrusting long enough to lean over and grab the lube for me. I squirted a line out on my dick, tossed the bottle aside, and started stroking.
The now familiar and welcome sound of Luke’s balls slapping pushed me closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Cam. I’m so clo-”
“Keep fucking me,” I commanded. I could feel my balls tightening. “I wanna feel you cum inside me.”
“Oh fuuuck.” Luke slammed into me. “Cumming.” He grunted and slammed a second time.
My hole could only take so much. My load shot out of my dick like a burst dam, painting my neck, chest, and stomach. I squeezed my ass with each spurt. The last few dribbled down my shaft, covering my hand.
“Ah, fuck. You keep squeezing like that and you’ll get a second load out of me.”
I opened my eyes and watched the post-sex haze of accomplishment flood Luke’s face before he asked, “It was good?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “What do you think?” I gestured to the mess.
Luke grabbed my hand and licked at the cum before sucking each finger clean. I was still hard, and that would certainly keep it that way.
I felt Luke ease out of me. I couldn’t help but flutter my eyes in ecstasy at the sensation.
“Good thing you used a sex sheet. You made a mess.”
“We made a mess,” I said, pulling him down for a kiss. “Let’s shower.”
“Plans for today?” Luke asked, the sunrise peeking through the curtains.
The sex sheet was in the corner. We lay together naked, snuggling under the comforter.
“Not sure. After being deflowered by the men’s gymnastics all-around Olympic gold medalist, I don’t think I can top that.”
“Well, you’ve topped it before.”
“I knew you'd say that.”
“Hey, we’re naked, in bed, and had mind-blowing sex last night. If now isn’t the right time for sex puns, when is?”
“Fair enough. I bet I’ll be hungry here soon. Maybe we can go make a snack? Or Yelp has something good nearby?”
I reached over to the nightstand for my phone. I scrolled through the places suggested under comfort food.
“Ooh, Sticky Buns sounds interesting.”
“Sounds like we just had that.”
I smacked Luke’s chest. “You don’t want a cinnamon roll then?”
“I do love a good cinnamon roll. Do they have delivery, or are we getting dressed?”
“Let’s go out. We can call Bret. Maybe he can get us tickets to something today?”
Luke and I ended up at the men’s soccer gold medal match.
Argentina versus Germany. It was technically the men’s football gold medal match, but to me, football was what Zephyrus played.
At least Americans weren’t the only ones.
My curiosity made me google it. Australia and most of South Africa called it soccer as well.
The atmosphere in the enormous stadium was electric. There were easily sixty thousand people here. The biggest crowd I had performed gymnastics in front of was maybe close to twenty thousand.
I could barely hear Luke next to me, so I ended up wrapping my arm around his shoulder, which pulled us closer together. When I wanted to talk, I turned and spoke directly into Luke’s ear, and he did the same.
“It’s like a team of Lukes versus a team of Cams,” Luke said.
We were in the third row, close to one of the goals. The players were close enough that I could admit he was kind of right. “You’re still cuter than any of them.”
One of Argentina’s strikers got taken down from behind by a German defender, and somehow his shorts were pulled down in the process.
The ref blew the whistle immediately. Picking themselves off the ground, they both went over to complain.
The striker left his shorts at his ankles.
I assumed he was making a statement, but it just gave me more time to stare at his skimpy white briefs and the prodigious bulge inside.
“Except maybe that guy,” I said, as he lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, revealing a ripped torso.
Luke shoved me. “If I knew soccer was clothing optional, I would’ve become a fan a long time ago.”
“Maybe they’re rivals and have a secret romance, and this match is just a huge buildup of sexual tension.”
“That could never happen.”
“I don’t think it’s that much of a stretch. We happened.”
“True, but still.”
The ref awarded Argentina with a free kick, and play resumed, but the two players were still glued together.
I was about to point out how obvious they were, but Luke interrupted my thought. “Maybe you’re right. They seem pretty…”
“Into each other?”
And then we spent the rest of the half pretending we knew what they were saying to each other, as the ball ricocheted around the field.
It was scoreless at the half. Luke and I left our seats to find something to nibble on.
Before the game, we did get cinnamon rolls.
They lived up to the name of the shop, but it wasn’t a full meal.
Since we were both still hungry and with our Olympic events over, I bought us each two slices of pizza and drinks.
After all, our stomachs could afford to expand a little.
Until training starts again.
“I don’t know how you drink that stuff,” I said, using my slice to point at Luke’s Diet Coke.
“I don’t know how you drink that much sugar,” Luke retorted.
“Like artificial sweetener is any better?”
Luke shrugged. “My mom drinks this stuff. It was always in our house growing up. I got used to the taste.”
“Speaking of your mom, how did your goodbye go? We didn’t talk last night.” I felt my cheeks grow hot. The memory of getting plowed, recalling the sensation of Luke’s cock inside me, was enough to distract me from the answer Luke was giving. “I’m sorry. Can you say that again? I…”
Luke sighed. “As long as you were daydreaming about me, and not the Argentinian bulge bandit.”
“Bulge bandit?”
“What? Too campy?”
“Why bandit? He didn’t steal anything.”
“Maybe he stole the German guy’s heart?” Luke clasped his hands under his chin like a dork.
I stabbed a finger in the air towards him. “I knew you believed in them.”
“Okay, getting back to your question, my mom was good. I’m still kind of shocked she’s being so supportive.
She wasn’t completely awful the last few years, but I still remember Brisbane like it was yesterday.
I have to believe her, though. Maybe seeing us kiss was enough for her?
Maybe she was having doubts before that? ”
“I could see that. It’s not easy or common, but people can change.”
“I know. That’s why I’m giving her this chance. I don’t have much to lose. If she disappoints me again, I still have you.”
Aw.
I leaned across the table and pursed my lips. He accepted my kiss, then said, “Looks like the crowd’s thinning out. We should get back to our seats.”
Argentina ended up winning. The bulge bandit stole a goal from the other team with less than five minutes in the game, and Germany didn’t recover.
I felt bad for the German players, though they still won a silver medal. They played their hearts out for ninety minutes and Argentina took it away in a second. They still had a chance with five minutes left, but it’s hard to bounce back. I knew the feeling. Gymnastics was similar in that respect.
But it was apparent my heart was better at bouncing back than I thought. The man sitting next to me was the man I fell in love with. The man I was still in love with.
And I was so glad I hadn’t blurted it out right after he fucked me.
I had the thought, but a confession that important needed to be taken seriously. And not involve our penises if I could help it.
We left the stadium along with half of England. As Luke navigated through the massive crowd, I held onto his shirt from behind since I was on my phone. I was trying to find the way back to our hotel, when a group text came through.
Colton: Hey guys, where y’all at? Boys night?
Alex: Not another strip club.
Alex: Preferably no alcohol either.
“Aw, that’s no fun,” Luke said, looking at his phone.
“What do you want to do?”
Orion: We could order room service and watch a movie?
“That works for me. How about you?”
I nodded.
Luke: Cam and I will get there as soon as we can.
Cam: Just leaving the gold medal soccer match.
Colton: Oooh. Did you see the half naked guy?
Cam: If you mean the one that got pantsed, then yes.
Luke: Prime seats. We named him the bulge bandit.
Cam: LUKE named him that.
Orion: I can see why. It’s a nice bulge.
Alex: So what movie are we watching?
Colton: Alex doesn’t want to talk about bulges, I reckon.
Cam: About to go in the Tube, we’re gonna lose you.
Luke and I returned to the suite in just over an hour. The Tube was crowded and hard to navigate. Additionally, we were recognized twice, so we stopped to take photos and sign autographs.
The guys were in the living room, watching something random. There was a stately woman in a fancy hat with an exasperated man next to her.