16. Camden #2
Oh God, that sounds like a pickup line.
“Kind of. Definitely my first Olympics. It’s been…intense.”
He had switched to my other leg, his hands working their way up the outside towards my hip. I knew where this was likely going.
And now he’s grabbing my dick. And squeezing.
Fuck, this is embarrassing.
“Mr. Kane, can you empty your other pocket, please.”
“Uh, it is empty.”
“Well, what’s this then?” he asked, grabbing the head, which had now pushed out of the briefs, thanks to his unintentional massage.
“That’s my dick.”
His hand immediately stopped moving, though I swear he gave it one more squeeze as if he didn’t believe me.
“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. I had no idea-”
“I kinda figured.”
“You done with the exam yet, Trevor?” Michael returned from his phone call. “They wanted this done five minutes ago.”
“Ye-yeah. We were about to go collect the sample.”
As if it couldn’t get more awkward standing at a urinal with another guy staring at me, Trevor asked me to stand back so he could see the cup.
“Um…I’m kind of waiting for things to, uh…deflate.”
I knew I couldn’t ask him to look away for even two seconds, but he was staring at my dick. I’m not sure how long this was going to take.
“I really need you to back up, so I can see. I’m sorry, but this is just as awkward for me. I didn’t imagine myself staring at dicks for a living, but here I am.”
“What did you imagine yourself doing?”
“I wanted to be a doctor initially, but honestly, the course work was too much and I realized it soon enough into undergrad that I was able to adapt. What did you study in college?”
“I-”
“Sorry,” he interrupted, “I’m assuming you went. But if you-”
“It’s fine, Trevor. I went to college for sports medicine. I actually work for the Tampa Bay Thunder as a physiotherapist. Well, assistant physiotherapist.”
“Wow, that must be awesome. Getting to work with famous…athletes.”
“It’s okay, I know I’m not on the same level as Zephyrus Jones.”
I heard the tinkle in the cup about the same time I realized I was also peeing on my hand.
“Fuck!”
I adjusted quickly while Trevor leaned forward to watch.
“You don’t have to fill it all the way, but two-thirds would be perfect, and don’t touch the container with your penis.”
Right. My penis.
“You distracted me with conversation on purpose, didn’t you?” I asked.
“It worked, didn’t it?” He winked, then glanced away, then realized he still needed to be looking at my urination. “Tricks of the trade, and all that.”
I’d be sure to put this in our Christmas letter this year.
“You know I didn’t mean anything by what I said earlier. I mean, I love men’s gymnastics.”
I had filled the cup, but still had to go. “Do you need more or can I just piss in the urinal?”
“Nope, don’t need any more. This is great!”
I handed him the cup and finished where I was.
He had already felt it, and seen it. The show must go on!
I held back a laugh. If I were single and this was a romance movie, this would’ve been a helluva meet-cute.
I shook the tip, pulled my briefs up, positioning my dick to the right, and washed my hands.
“Can I put my hoodie on now or do you need a milk sample?” I asked, grabbing my pec.
Trevor glanced down to my crotch, not getting the joke about milk. He thought…
“No, no. It was a milk joke.” I pointed to my nipples.
His face turned bright red as he met my eyes. “I knew that.”
Michael seemed annoyed when we came back into the locker area, putting his phone away. “What took so long?”
“Pee shy,” Trevor answered before I could.
Michael huffed, but became preoccupied as he and Trevor handled my sample and distributed amongst the various containers they kept pulling out of the briefcase Michael had set up earlier. Soon after pulling my hoodie on, Trevor came over with a tiny pair of scissors.
“Just need a small sample of hair. Any preference on the location?”
“My pubes?”
“Ha ha,” he said, slowly. “I’ve never heard that before.”
“How long does it need to be?”
He smiled at my innuendo and ignored me. “I can take it from here or here.” He indicated two places on my head.
“The second place is fine.”
They put my hair in a pre-labeled bag and sealed it, then Michael started to pack up.
“I can take you to the rest of the team now,” Trevor said.
“Fuck yes, please.”
With a ‘Sorry you had to deal with this’, Trevor was gone and I was stepping through another door.
“Thank God!” Orion said, standing up from his seat at a ridiculously large conference table, and came over to crush me with a hug. Ezra and Miles were there too and also stood up.
“We didn’t know who it was,” Ezra added. “I’m glad it wasn’t you.”
I gave Miles a puzzled look over Ezra’s shoulder. Apparently, it was a hugging occasion because Miles gave me one too.
“Can someone explain what’s going on?”
“As far as we can tell, someone on the team failed their drug test,” Orion answered.
“With you here, the obvious answer is Preston,” Ezra said.
“And you know that because?” I asked.
“If any of us had failed, they would’ve told us. Instead, they ran more tests,” Miles answered for him. “They’re trying to figure out if it was one person or the whole team.”
I had to admit that made sense. “And they took our phones away so it can’t get out until Woodward and Georgina figure something out.” I finished the puzzle for them.
“Likely,” Orion said. “Might as well get comfortable.”
We all sat down, together, at one end of the table.
“Coach said I could see Noah after the test. Where is he?” I asked,
“Presumably with the rest of them and Georgina, figuring out what to tell us and what to do,” Orion answered.
“Hmm.” I pondered that for a bit, then remembered what Trevor said. “Which one of you stripped during the drug test?”
“What?!” Miles and Orion both leaned forward, answering my question.
I turned to stare at Ezra.
“What? I was pissed. The big bearded guy was an ass about what I was wearing and kept having to feel me up again and again, so I just took everything off and asked if he wanted to do a cavity search while he was down there.”
The rest of us burst out laughing.
“You did not!” Miles managed to say while gasping for air.
I wiped away a tear as Ezra said, “Yeah, he didn’t seem too happy about that, but the other one looked thrilled.”
I had recovered enough to talk. “That’s because he’s gay, Ezra.”
“You’re never gonna get a boyfriend if your gaydar’s that bad,” Orion said.
Ezra seemed to think about that for a second. “That makes a little more sense now.”
We all heard the door click at the same time and turned to watch Coach enter, followed by Georgina, Cassie, Noah, Zane and Hudson. They looked almost grim.
Coach Woodward and Georgina sat at the opposite head of the table with the other coaches taking the spots closest to them, leaving a gap between us.
I tried to read Noah’s face, but he wouldn’t make eye contact with me.
Meanwhile, Hudson was practically burning Miles with the weight of his stare.
I couldn’t tell if he was angry or overprotective.
“I’ll get straight to the point, gentlemen,” Georgina began.
“We’ve already distracted you enough for the day.
” She folded her hands on the table in front of her and continued, “Additional results came in from Preston Hayes’ drug test and he failed.
The IOC and USA Gymnastics have a no tolerance policy.
He’s done. He’s already been escorted out of the Olympic village. ”
The guys muttered various versions of ‘Jesus’ and ‘what the fuck’ before Coach took over.
“Just for your information, it appears that Preston had no idea and before we could question Dmitry, he disappeared.”
“How did that happen?” I asked.
“He excused himself to go to the bathroom and didn’t come back,” Coach answered.
Well, that was fucking great. “Isn’t that a little fu- A little suspicious?”