When he reached the door (an easy find, as by this point he had been in most of the dorms), Tom paused for just a moment to check his surroundings. Though many of the doors were adorned with various pieces of hand-made artwork, this particular one was bare, save for a simple American flag hanging directly in the center.
An American, Tom scoffed a bit to himself, shaking his head. It figures.
But it was momentary amusement, and nothing that would stop him from the task at hand. He rapped softly at the door - not wanting to risk a fellow Olympian coming mistakenly out of their room and blowing the moment. The Olympic Village may have been a pretty don’t ask, don’t tell kind of place, but that didn’t change Tom’s 18-year-old discomfort with others knowing details of his sex life.
When the door opened - languid, unhurried - Tom swallowed hard as his chosen companion was finally revealed to him. Clad only in a pair of athletic shorts, Tom was permitted full view of the chest that had drawn him here. And he wondered, momentarily, if he was in over his head.
He didn’t recognize the other man at first. After all, Tom had spent the past two weeks worried about his own events. He’d barely had time to pay attention to other diving let alone anything else. But he took the opportunity to stroke his eyes over the dominating body in front of him. He wasn’t tall - if anything, Tom had him by an inch - but he was broad in every way that mattered, and Tom still felt dwarfed.
It was the sight of the stacked shoulders that finally set off a light bulb in Tom’s head. A gymnast…American…that bronze medalist guy. He wracked his brain for a name he was fairly sure he didn’t have. But names didn’t usually matter with these situations anyway, why would this be any different?
In his rapt distraction, Tom had failed to notice how the other man’s eyes stroked his body, and by the time Tom reached facial features, his awaiting partner was licking his lips and reaching out to grab him by the front of his shirt.
“Oh, yeah…” he murmured deep, his voice raspy but deliberate. “You’ll do nicely…”
He pulled Tom into the room with a force usually reserved for later in the proceedings, and the diver’s heart sped up even more with anticipation. He licked his lips as the other man let him go and continued to unabashedly check out Tom’s clothed body. Tom’s inner monologue turned foggy as he swallowed hard around the lump in his throat, trying, for a second, to turn on the sexy.
“So, you got me here…what are you gonna do with-” Tom couldn’t even get the sentence out before the other man lunged at him, pinning him up against the wall and capturing his lips. Tom tested the waters, but found his body completely anchored to the wall, which caused his heart to beat faster than he cared to admit. And, if being manhandled weren’t enough, the other man plundered Tom’s mouth like a man starved of sex for far too long.
Which, in the Olympic Village, wasn’t completely out of the question.
When they pulled back, both gasping for air, Tom pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, trying to keep contained.
“I’m Tom,” he choked out, and it was such a ridiculous thing to say under the circumstances, but it was the only thing that came to his cloudy mind.
“Yeah, I know who you are,” the other man growled out. “Danell. Does it matter?” And Tom was forced to admit that it really didn’t, even less so when Danell forced his hand down the front of Tom’s pants and wrapped a hand around his length.
“As long as you keep doing that,” Tom growled out, leaning forward a bit. “Nothing else matters.” And he reached down to peel his shirt off before placing another searing kiss on Danell’s lips.
It became clear almost immediately that Tom was not going to have the upper hand in these proceedings. Danell allowed him to kiss for just a moment before reclaiming the dominant position. Reaching down with one large, strong hand, Danell pressed both of Tom’s wrists up over his head and let his mouth roam across his upper body. He licked his way down along Tom’s chest, and he let out an almost whimper when he felt Danell’s teeth closing around his nipple.
This was going to be rough. Hard. And Tom couldn’t have been more game.
“Damn, you are a hot little thing, aren’t you?” Danell murmured, and a deep blush spread along Tom’s tan chest and shoulders. Danell took the moment of Tom’s distraction for his own and lifted him up off the wall, throwing him down on the bed.
“Over,” Danell growled out, and Tom rolled onto his stomach, the words of the ad flashing in his mind. Tom’s body thrummed with anticipation as the gymnast effectively ripped his shorts away from his body, tossing them far to the side, leaving Tom completely exposed on the bed. “Tight little ass…” Danell growled again, though it barely mattered in the moment. Anything falling from his mouth was verbal Viagra for the 18-year-old, and if giving up control would keep this going, Tom would let go exuberantly.
Danell brought his hand to smack at Tom’s ass just once, and the boy practically keened underneath him, bringing his hands to grip at the sheets. He’d always been a responsive partner, and somehow knowing that the man behind him looked like Danell triggered his body to react a bit more readily than usual. Keening backward, Tom arched his back like a cat in heat and pressed his ass into the air - an open invitation, in case Danell was questioning.
Turned out he wasn’t, and Danell attacked his ass with the same ferocity with which he’d had Tom pressed up against the wall just moments before. After two particularly rough slaps, Danell brought one bulky forearm up to press into Tom’s lower back, anchoring him to the bed as he leaned in and licked a stripe across the diver’s hole.
Tom felt his vision go white with just the feeling of Danell’s tongue stroking across him. It had been far too long since he’d allowed himself anything like this - and being manhandled was almost more than he could take.
Almost.
Danell didn’t stop. Danell didn’t even slow down, and he reached his other hand forward to spread Tom’s cheeks apart with his fingers, leaning in to lick another stripe, breaching him slightly with his tongue. Tom let out small, whimpering sounds from the back of his throat, keened backward, clutched at the Olympic sheets beneath him…
”Christ, that’s fucking hot.” Danell murmured against him, but Tom barely had the presence of mind to figure out what he was referring to, just pressed his ass backward to force the tongue deeper.
Danell licked deep, spread him wide.
Tom leaked forward onto the bed and begged for more.
“Want it, fuck, want it…” Repeated over and over like a chant until Danell couldn’t take any more.
He pulled upward from Tom’s ass, and the Brit let out a frustrated cry, his hips pressing forward against the bed to alleviate the tension. But Danell wouldn’t have any of that, and he pulled him up to a sitting position before standing in front of him beside the bed. A hand tangled roughly in what little hair Tom had, pulling it taut as an impressive half-hard dick shoved its way toward Tom’s face.
Jesus.
“Suck.” Danell commanded, pressing it forward and bumping the head against Tom’s lips. “Get me hard enough to plow that ass.” With the promise, Tom was more than happy to oblige, opening his mouth to let Danell slide inside at will. His partner may have still had the power in that moment, but this was somewhere Tom could contribute. In his years of drunken experimentation, the diver had grown somewhat adept at this particular skill. He swirled his tongue around the head and then down the shaft, stroking up against the vein with deliberate pressure.
But even that wasn’t enough for Danell, and he pushed his hips forward once, letting his dick force its way down Tom’s throat. Tom choked, for a second feeling too full, but allowed himself to relax into it. There wasn’t much he could do but go along for the ride as Danell pulled at his hair, propelling his head back and forth at his own pace. Tom felt dirty in that moment. He felt used.
And he felt so fucking turned on.
With a loud groan and a particularly deep thrust, Danell pulled his dick from Tom’s mouth with a loud pop, and the younger man gasped for just a moment before being pulled up to his feet once again.
“Over.” Danell directed, not waiting for Tom to comply before spinning him around and bending his entire body over the side of the bed.
Tom had a flash of fear, which turned quickly to relief as he heard the familiar ripping wrapper of one of the infamous Olympic condoms. A quick squirt of lube, and a murmured question, “you good?” was all the prep that Tom received. With a quick nod of Tom’s head, Danell was inching his way into the diver’s ass.
It burned. Searing, deep burning that went all the way to Tom’s gut. The good burn, the kind that led to fuck, hard, right there quicker than anything else. Tom was hardly new at taking cock, and by the time Danell’s hips were pressed flush to his, he was ready for more. Tom circled his hips just once, clenching hard, a silent plea.
Danell took the hint, pulling back and slamming his way back in, anchoring Tom’s hips with his hands. His fingers dug into tan skin hard enough to bruise, but Tom didn’t have time to worry about the marks. He couldn’t figure out how, but, suddenly, Danell had a forearm to his back once again, holding Tom completely still against the bed as he drilled inside him.
“Yeah, boy…take it. Take it like the good little cock slut twink you are.”
His body hurt everywhere - but also burned with want. He felt his toes curling into the carpet, his hard, leaking cock rubbing up against the side of the bed. Danell brought his spare hand up off Tom’s hip and pulled at his hair the best he could - managing to rip Tom’s head up from off the bed as he fucked him.
Tom knew he wasn’t going to last long. He knew it from the way his cock was rubbing up against the comforter. He knew it from the way he felt a shot of pleasure emanating from his stomach every time Danell slammed his dick against his prostate. And he knew it for sure as Danell leaned forward to growl in his ear.
“Do it. Shoot.”
And it was all over for him. One more thrust, and Tom was coming. His vision went white, and he shot long streams of come all over the bed in front of him. His orgasm seemed to last forever, and, when he was done, he was in such a haze that he barely noticed Danell pull out of him, rip off the condom, and empty himself all over Tom’s back.
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Tom collapsed forward onto his stomach, and Danell fell next to him on the bed, staring at the ceiling. They lay prone and silent for several minutes, their breathing coming back down to a normal rhythm. Eventually, Tom rolled his head to look at Danell, who wore an amused smirk as he pushed up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Tom swallowed and rose to a sitting position, wondering momentarily if that was his cue to leave. But Danell returned with a warm, wet washcloth and ran it along Tom’s back, cleaning him off - a surprisingly soothing gesture from the man who just minutes ago had been railing his ass nine ways to Sunday. Tom let out an appreciative laugh and lay back down on the bed, this time on his back. He cocked one brow up at Danell, a silent dare to kick him out, but he was rewarded with a laugh and the gymnast flopping down beside him.
Feeling bold, Tom took the opportunity to reach a hand up and stroke through Danell’s hair, winking once at him. “Well, that was hot,” he murmured, his accent even stronger in the post-sex haze. His response was a non-verbal grunt, though he could feel his companion lean into the hand just slightly.
Tom leaned up to kiss him softly for a moment, but with enough behind the gesture to make it clear he’d be up for another round. Danell just shook his head and trailed his own hand up Tom’s stomach, clucking his tongue a few times.
“Yeah,” Danell chuckled, shaking his head as his fingers traced patterns across Tom’s chest. “You could be trouble.”
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When he reached the door (an easy find, as by this point he had been in most of the dorms), Tom paused for just a moment to check his surroundings. Though many of the doors were adorned with various pieces of hand-made artwork, this particular one was bare, save for a simple American flag hanging directly in the center.
An American, Tom scoffed a bit to himself, shaking his head. It figures.
But it was momentary amusement, and nothing that would stop him from the task at hand. He rapped softly at the door - not wanting to risk a fellow Olympian coming mistakenly out of their room and blowing the moment. The Olympic Village may have been a pretty don’t ask, don’t tell kind of place, but that didn’t change Tom’s 18-year-old discomfort with others knowing details of his sex life.
When the door opened - languid, unhurried - Tom swallowed hard as his chosen companion was finally revealed to him. Clad only in a pair of athletic shorts, Tom was permitted full view of the chest that had drawn him here. And he wondered, momentarily, if he was in over his head.
He didn’t recognize the other man at first. After all, Tom had spent the past two weeks worried about his own events. He’d barely had time to pay attention to other diving let alone anything else. But he took the opportunity to stroke his eyes over the dominating body in front of him. He wasn’t tall - if anything, Tom had him by an inch - but he was broad in every way that mattered, and Tom still felt dwarfed.
It was the sight of the stacked shoulders that finally set off a light bulb in Tom’s head. A gymnast…American…that bronze medalist guy. He wracked his brain for a name he was fairly sure he didn’t have. But names didn’t usually matter with these situations anyway, why would this be any different?
In his rapt distraction, Tom had failed to notice how the other man’s eyes stroked his body, and by the time Tom reached facial features, his awaiting partner was licking his lips and reaching out to grab him by the front of his shirt.
“Oh, yeah…” he murmured deep, his voice raspy but deliberate. “You’ll do nicely…”
He pulled Tom into the room with a force usually reserved for later in the proceedings, and the diver’s heart sped up even more with anticipation. He licked his lips as the other man let him go and continued to unabashedly check out Tom’s clothed body. Tom’s inner monologue turned foggy as he swallowed hard around the lump in his throat, trying, for a second, to turn on the sexy.
“So, you got me here…what are you gonna do with-” Tom couldn’t even get the sentence out before the other man lunged at him, pinning him up against the wall and capturing his lips. Tom tested the waters, but found his body completely anchored to the wall, which caused his heart to beat faster than he cared to admit. And, if being manhandled weren’t enough, the other man plundered Tom’s mouth like a man starved of sex for far too long.
Which, in the Olympic Village, wasn’t completely out of the question.
When they pulled back, both gasping for air, Tom pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, trying to keep contained.
“I’m Tom,” he choked out, and it was such a ridiculous thing to say under the circumstances, but it was the only thing that came to his cloudy mind.
“Yeah, I know who you are,” the other man growled out. “Danell. Does it matter?” And Tom was forced to admit that it really didn’t, even less so when Danell forced his hand down the front of Tom’s pants and wrapped a hand around his length.
“As long as you keep doing that,” Tom growled out, leaning forward a bit. “Nothing else matters.” And he reached down to peel his shirt off before placing another searing kiss on Danell’s lips.
It became clear almost immediately that Tom was not going to have the upper hand in these proceedings. Danell allowed him to kiss for just a moment before reclaiming the dominant position. Reaching down with one large, strong hand, Danell pressed both of Tom’s wrists up over his head and let his mouth roam across his upper body. He licked his way down along Tom’s chest, and he let out an almost whimper when he felt Danell’s teeth closing around his nipple.
This was going to be rough. Hard. And Tom couldn’t have been more game.
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“Damn, you are a hot little thing, aren’t you?” Danell murmured, and a deep blush spread along Tom’s tan chest and shoulders. Danell took the moment of Tom’s distraction for his own and lifted him up off the wall, throwing him down on the bed.
“Over,” Danell growled out, and Tom rolled onto his stomach, the words of the ad flashing in his mind. Tom’s body thrummed with anticipation as the gymnast effectively ripped his shorts away from his body, tossing them far to the side, leaving Tom completely exposed on the bed. “Tight little ass…” Danell growled again, though it barely mattered in the moment. Anything falling from his mouth was verbal Viagra for the 18-year-old, and if giving up control would keep this going, Tom would let go exuberantly.
Danell brought his hand to smack at Tom’s ass just once, and the boy practically keened underneath him, bringing his hands to grip at the sheets. He’d always been a responsive partner, and somehow knowing that the man behind him looked like Danell triggered his body to react a bit more readily than usual. Keening backward, Tom arched his back like a cat in heat and pressed his ass into the air - an open invitation, in case Danell was questioning.
Turned out he wasn’t, and Danell attacked his ass with the same ferocity with which he’d had Tom pressed up against the wall just moments before. After two particularly rough slaps, Danell brought one bulky forearm up to press into Tom’s lower back, anchoring him to the bed as he leaned in and licked a stripe across the diver’s hole.
Tom felt his vision go white with just the feeling of Danell’s tongue stroking across him. It had been far too long since he’d allowed himself anything like this - and being manhandled was almost more than he could take.
Almost.
Danell didn’t stop. Danell didn’t even slow down, and he reached his other hand forward to spread Tom’s cheeks apart with his fingers, leaning in to lick another stripe, breaching him slightly with his tongue. Tom let out small, whimpering sounds from the back of his throat, keened backward, clutched at the Olympic sheets beneath him…
”Christ, that’s fucking hot.” Danell murmured against him, but Tom barely had the presence of mind to figure out what he was referring to, just pressed his ass backward to force the tongue deeper.
Danell licked deep, spread him wide.
Tom leaked forward onto the bed and begged for more.
“Want it, fuck, want it…” Repeated over and over like a chant until Danell couldn’t take any more.
He pulled upward from Tom’s ass, and the Brit let out a frustrated cry, his hips pressing forward against the bed to alleviate the tension. But Danell wouldn’t have any of that, and he pulled him up to a sitting position before standing in front of him beside the bed. A hand tangled roughly in what little hair Tom had, pulling it taut as an impressive half-hard dick shoved its way toward Tom’s face.
Jesus.
“Suck.” Danell commanded, pressing it forward and bumping the head against Tom’s lips. “Get me hard enough to plow that ass.” With the promise, Tom was more than happy to oblige, opening his mouth to let Danell slide inside at will. His partner may have still had the power in that moment, but this was somewhere Tom could contribute. In his years of drunken experimentation, the diver had grown somewhat adept at this particular skill. He swirled his tongue around the head and then down the shaft, stroking up against the vein with deliberate pressure.
But even that wasn’t enough for Danell, and he pushed his hips forward once, letting his dick force its way down Tom’s throat. Tom choked, for a second feeling too full, but allowed himself to relax into it. There wasn’t much he could do but go along for the ride as Danell pulled at his hair, propelling his head back and forth at his own pace. Tom felt dirty in that moment. He felt used.
And he felt so fucking turned on.
With a loud groan and a particularly deep thrust, Danell pulled his dick from Tom’s mouth with a loud pop, and the younger man gasped for just a moment before being pulled up to his feet once again.
“Over.” Danell directed, not waiting for Tom to comply before spinning him around and bending his entire body over the side of the bed.
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Tom had a flash of fear, which turned quickly to relief as he heard the familiar ripping wrapper of one of the infamous Olympic condoms. A quick squirt of lube, and a murmured question, “you good?” was all the prep that Tom received. With a quick nod of Tom’s head, Danell was inching his way into the diver’s ass.
It burned. Searing, deep burning that went all the way to Tom’s gut. The good burn, the kind that led to fuck, hard, right there quicker than anything else. Tom was hardly new at taking cock, and by the time Danell’s hips were pressed flush to his, he was ready for more. Tom circled his hips just once, clenching hard, a silent plea.
Danell took the hint, pulling back and slamming his way back in, anchoring Tom’s hips with his hands. His fingers dug into tan skin hard enough to bruise, but Tom didn’t have time to worry about the marks. He couldn’t figure out how, but, suddenly, Danell had a forearm to his back once again, holding Tom completely still against the bed as he drilled inside him.
“Yeah, boy…take it. Take it like the good little cock slut twink you are.”
His body hurt everywhere - but also burned with want. He felt his toes curling into the carpet, his hard, leaking cock rubbing up against the side of the bed. Danell brought his spare hand up off Tom’s hip and pulled at his hair the best he could - managing to rip Tom’s head up from off the bed as he fucked him.
Tom knew he wasn’t going to last long. He knew it from the way his cock was rubbing up against the comforter. He knew it from the way he felt a shot of pleasure emanating from his stomach every time Danell slammed his dick against his prostate. And he knew it for sure as Danell leaned forward to growl in his ear.
“Do it. Shoot.”
And it was all over for him. One more thrust, and Tom was coming. His vision went white, and he shot long streams of come all over the bed in front of him. His orgasm seemed to last forever, and, when he was done, he was in such a haze that he barely noticed Danell pull out of him, rip off the condom, and empty himself all over Tom’s back.
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Tom collapsed forward onto his stomach, and Danell fell next to him on the bed, staring at the ceiling. They lay prone and silent for several minutes, their breathing coming back down to a normal rhythm. Eventually, Tom rolled his head to look at Danell, who wore an amused smirk as he pushed up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Tom swallowed and rose to a sitting position, wondering momentarily if that was his cue to leave. But Danell returned with a warm, wet washcloth and ran it along Tom’s back, cleaning him off - a surprisingly soothing gesture from the man who just minutes ago had been railing his ass nine ways to Sunday. Tom let out an appreciative laugh and lay back down on the bed, this time on his back. He cocked one brow up at Danell, a silent dare to kick him out, but he was rewarded with a laugh and the gymnast flopping down beside him.
Feeling bold, Tom took the opportunity to reach a hand up and stroke through Danell’s hair, winking once at him. “Well, that was hot,” he murmured, his accent even stronger in the post-sex haze. His response was a non-verbal grunt, though he could feel his companion lean into the hand just slightly.
Tom leaned up to kiss him softly for a moment, but with enough behind the gesture to make it clear he’d be up for another round. Danell just shook his head and trailed his own hand up Tom’s stomach, clucking his tongue a few times.
“Yeah,” Danell chuckled, shaking his head as his fingers traced patterns across Tom’s chest. “You could be trouble.”
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