29. Lucas #2
“I love watching you get fucked.”
“What a coincidence,” I said. “I love watching you fuck me.”
When I wanted it slow, I leaned forward, made eye contact, and took his cock nice and easy.
When I wanted it fast and hard, I leaned back, bracing myself with my arms behind me and pistoned up and down with wild abandon.
My hard dick flopping against my stomach along with each thrust of his from below got me closer each time.
“Luke, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”
“That’s the idea, babe. Unless you don’t want to.”
“No! I - want to. Just - letting - you knoooow! Fuck!”
With each spurt, he bucked, giving me wave after wave of pleasure. I was so hopeful for hands-free because that looks way sexier, but already I could feel Cam slipping into a post-orgasm haze.
“No, you don’t, Cam. You said you wanted to hear me scream your name while I came and I haven’t said it yet. Give me ten more thrusts.”
That brought Cam back to me with a smile. “Yes, Coach.”
His cock along with his dirty talk and my fist around my shaft, pumping furiously, were enough to coat our chests with my cum.
“Fuck, that was good,” I said, falling forward, smearing the mess between us. I could feel less of Cam’s cock stretching me, which meant it was softening and after a minute or two, it slipped out of me completely.
Cam sighed and kissed the top of my head. “Top ten?”
I turned my face up, away from his chest, to agree. “Top ten.”
“Shower?” Cam asked.
“Unless you want to smell like a heavily-used jockstrap all night and sleep in a wet burrito,” I replied.
“Hmm, that’s a tough one.”
“Shut up!” I said, pushing myself off his body. “We’re showering.”
The next day flew by. Cam’s events were in the morning because the arena had to be prepped for the final games of basketball.
The US team had made it to the gold medal game, which wasn’t surprising, considering it was the one sport we’d dominated for the longest time.
Cam, Miles, and Ezra all added to the team’s medal totals.
The United States men’s gymnastics team ended the San Francisco Olympics with ten gold medals, three silver medals, and five bronze medals.
It was an American record for the men. One of the headlines was The Little Team (of Strong Gay Men) that Could, which was the current topic of discussion at our celebration brunch.
Mimosas were on the house, because Woodward had found a gay-friendly - shocking!
- restaurant, where the owner also happened to be a former gymnast from Stanford.
He told us when his employee asked him about a party of twenty-one, he assumed it was for a wedding or birthday.
But when he asked for the name and heard Martin Woodward, he knew it was for the team.
He joked with us that usually he has a hard time getting extra help to come in, but when he said it was for the men’s gymnastic team, everyone said yes.
I looked down the table at Miles’ grandmother, wondering if she was shocked that her grandson might be treated like a piece of meat, but at the very moment, she squeezed Hudson’s bicep, laughed, and said, “I can see why. My goodness, it’s like a python.
” The entire table burst into laughter and for once, Hudson was blushing, though he had a huge smile on his face.
It sounded like it was a lot for her to travel, but when Miles had qualified for two event finals on the same day, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
They were at one end of the table with Woodward, his wife, and Cassandra. I was in the middle with Cam, his mom, Noah and Shane, Ty, Declan, and O, and the other end of the table was Ezra, his family, and Zane and Torben.
The servers came by with baskets of pastries and took our order. I wanted to enjoy my plate-sized pancakes, so despite wanting to try one of each type of pastry, I only had a cheese danish.
“Austin’s training, I assume?” I asked O.
“Yeah, all his matches are tomorrow.”
“So, Remy’s with him?” Cam asked.
“Yeah, even though Dennis is in jail, the Foxes are taking no chances.”
I was glad when Declan asked, “But what about you?” Because I was thinking the same thing.
“Oh, he’s never cared about me. It’s like he doesn’t even know I exist, which I suppose I should be happy about, but it pisses me off that he completely ignored that we’re in a relationship.”
“Well, the guy is not well, bro,” Ty said. “And none of it was your fault, or Austin’s.”
“Thanks.” O downed his mimosa and signaled one of the waiters for a refill.
“And your mom?”
“San Fran’s expensive as shit, Luke. She and my sister flew home last night.”
“Well, I’m glad they were able to come. That Warren was…something,” I said.
A few seconds of silence followed that comment and I was about to change the subject, when O said, “Y’all think he might be gay too, right?”
The consensus was yes and we had a laugh at that. Declan, ever the clear-headed one, suggested O talk to his sister about his concerns.
“Just because you guys have a feeling doesn’t mean he’s gay,” Shane added.
“That’s exactly right,” Noah added, “He could be bisexual.”
Our breakfast came, and Cam asked O more about Austin’s training and asked if he would share Austin’s schedule with the team, so we could support him.
The conversation drifted towards my proposal and the attention it had received.
Noah said his phone was nonstop since it happened and suggested we do a TV circuit soon while the Olympics were still a hot topic.
“After our wedding,” Ty warned. “Then you can have the spotlight back.”
My phone had been vibrating enough lately to keep me at half-mast, but I hadn’t wanted to deal with that yet. Apparently, Cam hadn’t been bothered as much as either of us and I reminded him it was because he was a social media recluse.
Cam shrugged. “I’ll post a retrospective when we get back home.”
“I don’t believe it!” I heard Ezra’s shriek from three seats away. Glancing toward that end of the table, I saw he was looking at his phone.
“Did your first pube finally grow in?”
“Shut up, Liam. My pubes are fine.” He held out his phone. “Jack Davies is coming at me again!”
His brother and the rest of his family didn’t seem to understand, but I pulled out my phone and opened Twitter.
GymnastJack92: I’m proud to have done the best I could for my country. Congratulations to Miles McQueen on his gold medal today. Ezra, well, at least he had a nice view from his position.
“Okay, we need to know what really happened on that fucking elevator,” Cam said. “Because clearly Jack has a thing for Ezra.”
“That’s true,” O said, lowering his voice. “We know from drunk Ezra that Jack admitted he looks like his ex.”
“I mean, it is a nice view,” Declan added, showing us a photo from Jack’s instagram.
Jack was lying on a chaise lounge, poolside, his pert buns completely wrapped in a skin-tight, too-small wet speedo, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“This screams, ‘I’m a bottom’, and his tweets about Ezra scream, ‘Top me!’. ”
“I don’t see Ezra as a top,” Cam said.
“You guys hear yourselves, right?” Noah asked. “You're talking about someone’s sexual preferences like it’s any of your business.”
“Well, what do gays from the eighties talk about then?” I asked.
“We’re like five years older than you.” Shane came to Noah’s defense. “We’re not that much different.”
“It’s funny you think this is bad,” Cam said, “Colton and Zeph aren’t even here.”
“Speaking of,” I interrupted, “how’s Colton’s dad?”
“All I’ve heard is stable for now. He’s only sending one word texts, and Madison isn’t replying to me at all. I’m not sure how bad it is.”
“Did you guys decide what I should do?” Ezra yelled from his end of the table, after which his mom gave him a very disapproving look.
“Don’t take the bait,” I said.
“Ignore him,” Cam added, leaning forward to speak over his mom.
“Slide into his DMs and get some tasty booty shots.”
“Declan!”
“I can’t help it, Ty.” Declan leaned in, but I still heard him say, “I’m horny as fuck and I want inside of that tight hole so bad.”
It was obvious the chastity stuff was still happening, but I hadn’t spoken to Ty about anything not related to the wedding for the last six months, so I was glad to hear my best friend’s sex life was as robust as Cam and I’s.
It seemed like every young man at the table was active, though I knew nothing of Ezra’s older brother, Liam.
“All ready for the wedding?” I asked, hoping to stave off Declan splitting Ty in half on the brunch table in front of everyone.
“I think Declan’s more interested in the bachelor party,” Ty answered. “Though I’m a little curious too.”
“I thought you weren’t having one,” I said.
“We weren’t,” Ty said, “But it seems Freddie and Quinn have masterminded one anyway.”
“And I’m guessing it will be a good time because Freddie apparently convinced my dad to borrow his credit card for the night,” Declan said. “Even though they’re already paying for the wedding.”
“I thought the bride’s family paid for the wedding,” Cam teased.
“Who says I’m not the bride?” Declan was quick to reply.
“Which one of us is the bride then?” I asked Cam.
“Hmm.” Cam thought about it for a second before answering. “I think you’d look better in white.”
I turned, bringing my mouth to his ear. “I don’t think you’ve fully appreciated what your ass looks like in a white jockstrap. It’s like cotton meets porcelain.”
I noticed he shivered when I said that, so I added, “I can still feel the pounding you gave me last night, and if this evening involves any male strippers, I will certainly be ready and willing for round two later tonight, you big stud.”