1. Lucas #2
I stopped thrusting for a few seconds. That gave me enough time to push his left leg off my shoulder and brace his foot on the sink before I started pounding him again. My right hand was free to wrap itself around that which gave me more orgasms than anything else. The cock of my dreams.
It surprised me a bit when Cam wanted to get fucked again, especially since we did just that the night prior, but I wasn’t going to question it.
And not that I was keeping score, but his cock had been inside me way more times than the other way around.
Honestly, I’d take sex any way I could get it.
And while I would never admit it to him - not wanting to take away his enjoyment of being on the receiving end - I much preferred being on the bottom.
Kneeling on all fours with Cam pulling my hair as he literally forced the cum out of my dick via pummeling my ass was my heaven.
“Harder! I’m close.”
Brought back to the moment, I renewed my pelvic intensity and focused on the cock in hand.
“Ah. Aaaah. Fuck me! More! Fuck the cum out of me.”
At this point, someone had to have heard the sound my balls were making, but I gave zero fucks. Well, I gave one fuck. To Cam. What seemed like the fuck of our lives.
“I’m cumming!”
I kept my current pace and watched Cam reach to pull up his shirt as the first blast painted his abs.
The spurts kept coming and only took a few more seconds before the first wave of ecstasy crashed down, pushing me over the edge.
With each of my deposits, I slammed all the way in until I had nothing left but a shudder.
Cam was panting, trying to catch his breath, barely able to say, “Fuck, that was hot.”
“You think that was? I’ll be hard for the rest of the flight knowing you’re filled up with my cum.”
Cam rolled his head back. “Fuuuck. This is like the dirtiest sex we’ve ever had.”
I pulled my dick out slowly and pushed his shorts and the lube aside to wet a paper towel, attempting to wash my dick as well as I could before pulling my shorts up. I pocketed the lube, then gave Cam some space at the sink.
He exhaled loudly and collected himself. “You think anyone noticed?”
“Would we have done that if we cared?”
Cam shrugged. “I guess not. The price to pay for being a horny twenty-seven year old.”
“For two more months.”
“Why do you have to point out I’m older than you all the time?”
“Maybe I like ‘em older.” I gave his neck a nuzzle and a little lick.
“Hmm. I bet. All those guys you see behind my back, right?”
I mock-gasped. “You know about them?”
He shoved me back against the wall. “You dick. Are you ready? I’ll go first, then you can come a bit later.”
“Isn’t that what I just did?’
“You’re impossible.”
“You love me.”
Cam paused—“Fuck yeah, I do”—then popped the door open just a bit.
“Warm washcloth?”
Fuck!
Sean was holding a washcloth in front of Cam’s face. “Uh, thanks.” He grabbed it, then shut the door behind him. I locked it.
He was probably listening the whole time.
I was sure he didn’t get paid enough to deal with this.
But maybe he enjoyed it? Surely, this must happen all the time.
I rechecked my reflection in the mirror.
Yup, sex face. Definitely sex face. Whatever.
I was nervous to get caught before, but now that we had successive fan-fucking-tastic orgasms, I didn’t care anymore.
I opened the door. It looked like a washcloth for me too. I smiled, said, “Thank you,” and then dared to look him in the eye.
“Wish I could be of more service,” Sean said, glancing down at my crotch.
I bet you do, you dirty minx.
Cam and I weren’t ones to fool around with other guys.
We had tried something with a masseur a few years back, but it was clear we were too possessive of each other.
Heavy flirting was about all we could handle.
Colton and Zephyrus were fun to hang out with, and Ty and Declan as well, but other than some naked vacations, and some voyeurism shit, we never added a third.
“Uh, thanks.” I handed him back the washcloth I had only used on my hands. I wasn’t sure what he expected. Was I supposed to pull my shorts down and swipe my cock in front of him?
I made my way back to the seat where Cam had his head back and eyes closed. He wasn’t worried about hiding the tent in his shorts.
“I can see your dick,” I whispered.
“I can’t help it. I’m committing all of that to permanent memory.”
“Top five?”
“Top three! Easily.”
Not bad for tiny airplane bathroom sex.
The rest of the flight was uneventful. Sean was attentive without being overtly inappropriate, though I saw him scoping out Cam’s bulge a few times. Honestly, it was always hard to miss. Even when he was flaccid, he more than filled his briefs.
After our fuck, he fell asleep and stayed that way the rest of the flight.
I spent my time watching the news, looking through the Olympic information Shane had sent me, and playing with the Olympic app.
The Olympic Village was built around newly constructed dorms at the University of California’s San Francisco campus.
A few new venues had been constructed, including the Olympic Stadium.
It would become the new home of the 49ers afterward.
San Francisco had a good transport system, but it wasn’t quite as sophisticated as London.
And there wasn’t a huge Olympic complex like at either of the other games.
The venues were spread throughout the city, with some as far south as Palo Alto and San Jose.
The gymnastics events would be held at the Chase Center, home of the Golden State Warriors.
“We’re here.” I nudged Cam awake.
“Wh-what?”
Fuck. Sleepy Cam was hot. His bed head was my Viagra, and despite having fucked my cum into him three times in the last twenty-four hours, I felt blood rushing to my dick.
“Hope you enjoyed the flight, gentlemen. Good luck, Lucas.”
“Uh, yeah, thanks.”
Sean disappeared into the galley as Cam and I gathered our belongings.
“Someone has a fan,” Cam whispered.
“I think he would’ve taken either of us.”
“Probably at the same time, spit-roasted.”
Now, there’s an image. He did look pretty lean under that button down.
Down, boy.
CALIFORNIA
We didn’t have to wait for our bags or our Uber for long. Despite having been up for almost eight hours, it was still early here. Pacific time. Yay. One of the many reasons to get to the Olympics early. Our bodies could adjust to the time difference.
The driver was pretty friendly. He hadn’t recognized us when we said what we were in town for, and gave us some recommendations for restaurants and other stuff to see.
It was nice to see mountains again. I’m sure they were actually hills, but to a Floridian, they were mountains, and while downtown Tampa had some overpasses, it was nothing compared to this.
I was thankful to not have to drive in an unfamiliar city.
The UCSF campus was just south of Golden Gate Park, another area of the city where they had constructed a few Olympic venues, including the Aquatic Center used for swimming, diving and water polo.
I had read that the university had almost all of its residences demolished to build new ones, and the college hadn’t had to pay for any of it.
They’d have entirely new facilities for their students after the games were over.
The driver pulled into the dropoff area and parked. The next stop was already requested, but I wanted to make sure he’d wait.
“We’re just going to say goodbye, if you wouldn’t mind waiting for a minute.”
“That’s fine. The app will figure it out.”
Cam let go of my hand and got out on his side.
The driver had popped the trunk. I slung my gym bag over my shoulder and pulled my suitcase out of the back.
Cam followed me to the sidewalk. The flirtiness of the airplane was gone.
Nothing we had done with our dicks could help at this moment.
We tried. I tried. But I always knew this was going to be hard.
“Say hi to Orion for me. Hope the babies don’t give you too much trouble.”
My sweet Cam. Putting on a brave face. I knew he was crushed, so I just nodded and smiled.
“I love you. Text me when you get to the hotel.”
“I wish you could stay with me.”
“I do too, but Coach is relying on me to help the new guys. They’re pretty green.”
“I know. I just needed to say it.” Cam paused. “I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”
“It won’t be more than a few days.”
That would be the longest we hadn’t seen each other in years.
Cam bit his lip and nodded. “O-okay.” His body slammed into mine and his arms wrapped around my torso, squeezing me as hard as he could. “I miss you already,” he whispered into my ear.
“I know. I’ll miss you too, handsome.”
He pulled back, grabbed my face, and gave me a kiss. There was tongue, there was need. It said everything he needed to say.
“I love you.”
“I love you more,” I replied.
Without a second glance, Cam slammed the door and the car pulled away, leaving me at the curb, watching his blond waves recede into the distance.