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This story is a complete work of fiction. This story is among two Olympians Danell Leyva and John Orozco who I do not know. This is in no way meant to infer anything about the sexual orientation of the men.
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Gold Rush
As the cheers erupted around the arena, he sat there with his head down. His, dubbed by fans, lucky towel was draped over him as he tried to block out the noise. He couldn't believ what just happened. Danell Leyva couldn't understand how far the United States Olympics team had fallen. Oming into the event in first and leaving fifth was something he, nor the rest of the team could understand.
Danell was feeling disappointed with his own performance on the pommel horse. It was something that he always excelled at, but he picked the worst time to be off. Even after his wonderful floor routine, the pommel horse hurt the teams numbers.
He lifted up his head and took a look at the floor. China was on the floor, Great Britain was up on the parallel bars and Danell's teammate, John Orozco was getting ready to take a shot at the vault. Maybe this will give us another chance, Danell thought.
It didn't.
It was like everything went in slow motion. Danell could feel the tears well in his eyes as he watched John get off the mat. Jake Dalton got up to give John some support with the coaches as Sam Mikulak sat next to him.
"You okay Danny?" Sam asked placing his hand on Danell's back.
Danell started to respond, but his words got caught in his throat. The tears came streaming out and his sobs were loud enough for Sam to hear over the crowd. "It's okay man," Sam told his teammate. "We still have individuals tomorrow."
Danell pulled the towel down to dry the tears from his face. Sam kept patting his back to make him feel better. He looked up and met John's eyes. The two shared a silent conversation and nodded. Sam got up from his chair and John replaced him next to Danell. John place his arm over Danell's shoulders are his tears came harder. He kept his arm there through the bus ride back to the hotel room they shared.
"I'm sorry, this is all my fault." Danell said between sobs. He knew it was John without looking up just by his touch.
John ran his hands up and down Danell's spine. "Don't put this all on yourself, we failed as a team."
"You don't understand, if I hadn't fallen off the horse this wouldn't even be happening!"
"Hey man, I just fell too. It'll be okay."
"But," Danell's words were cut off by John grabbing his face. They locked in on each others brown eyes. Danell felt his heart racing as he looked at his teammate. The feeling he had on that day they met in St. Louis. He knew when he looked at his dark skin and beautiful smile, that he wanted him.
"It will be fine."John said forcefully. He stared into Danell's puffy red eyes and wiped a tear away with his thumb. He could feel it happening and he was going to initiate it. John leaned in and placed his lips on the full lips of his Cuban teammate. The lips he wanted on his since the day they met in St. Louis. He knew the moment he layed eyes on his full lips and full ass, that he wanted him.
They kissed passionately, not only using this moment to get rid of frustration but to also act on the longing the felt for each other. Their hands roamed over each others muscular backs ad their lip smacking echoed in the room. Danell's fingers gripped John's traps hard as John worked his mouth to his neck.
"Oh, Dios mío, that feels so good!" Danell murmured in spanish as tugged on John's shirt. They broke apart and removed their shirts. John dove back in, getting on top straddling his prey. They started to grind, bodies pressed together as tight as their lips were.
Danell ran his hands down John's back to the waistband of his sweatpants. After a moment of hesitation, he placed his hands on John's ass, caressing them softly over the sweats. As if on instinct, Danell spread his legs, giving John more access to grind.
Danell broke away from John's mouth and whispered, "Te quiero dentro de mí."
John licked his lips and got off the bed. He reached down to the waistband of Danell's basketball shorts and pulled them off along with his underwear. That Cheshire grin spread across John's face as he took in the sight before him. Sure he had seen Leyva's nude body in the shower, but this was in a completely new light. The young man was ripped like a Greek statue.
"You're so fucking hot," John breathed as he got on his knees. He ran his tounge up the inside of Danell's hairy thigh and rested it on the large ballsac. He slowly licked his way up the shaft of Danell's thick six and a half inch cut dick. In one swift motion John took the whole thing in his mouth, all the way down until his nose was being tickled by Danell's bush.
Danell moaned so loudly, he thought he could feel the bed vibrate. It was but not by his moan but his legs quaking. John was doing things with his mouth that Danell had never felt before. While his mouth was around his dick, John's tounge slid out and began coating Danell's balls with saliva. In an instant Danell had his hands on John's head forcing him up and down on his Cuban sausage.
John moved lower and began licking the Cuban's hole. Danell lifted his legs and gave John more access. His tongue darted in and out the puckering hole, soaking it in no time. Danell reached down and rubbed close cut head of his teammate and moaned even louder. It was as if John's tongue had a mind of it's own. Danell went so far as to push John's head deeper into his big round ass.
"Please fuck me," Danell begged as he rested his legs on John's shoulders.
"Mmm Hmm," John responded sending vibrations through Danell's ass. He removed his face from the glorious glutes and removed his sweatpants. Danell watched the removal as he rested on his elbows. He ran his tongue across his top lip as he eyed John's eight inch uncut monster. He looked up and met John's gaze.
"I've been wanting this for a long time," John said.
"Yo también," Danell replied with a sly grin.
John chuckled. "I like it when you talk to me in Spanish. Say something else to me."
"Quiero que me folles duro papi! Quiero correrme dentro de mí."
John walked up stroking his dick. He spat in his hand and stroked even harder. Danell raised his legs in the air and began to finger his own hole. Josh grabbed his legs and pulled Danell closer to the edge of the bed. Danell closed his eyes bracing himself for what was soon to come.
John slid his cock into Danell's ass with ease. Not that Danell was loose, but like his ass was made for John's dick. It was a perfect fit. Danell sighed in ecstacy when John entered him. John watched intensely as the look of pleasure spread across Danell's face. John leaned forward and began pumping harder working his pelvis like he was an Olympic swimmer instead of a gymnast.
"SI PAPA! Que está golpeando el acto!" Danell screamed at the top of lungs, not caring who heared. That line of Spanish sent John over the edge and he began to drill Danell with so much force, it sounded like a sledgehammer was being tossed into the wall. He grabbed hold of Danell's ankles and forced his legs down until they were next to the Cuban's head.
"Te gusta esto?" John asked between strokes.
"Sí!" Danell replied as he took hold of his own ankles. "Go deeper baby. Deeper!"
"Say it in Spanish."
"Profundizar bebé. Más profundo!"
John placed his hands on Danell's chest and fucked him deeper. Danell loved they John's cock felt up his hole. It was massaging ever bit of his insides and Danell could feel his nuts rising up. He started to clinch his ass around John's cock.
"I'm about to shoot."
That gave John to go even faster. All of his frustration of the day went into his hips. He started thrusting over and over while Danell was giving short, shallow breaths. With each pump, Danell's ass got tighter around his dick. John gave him one more hard thrust and it was over.
Danell let go of his legs and wrapped them around John's waist he began to shot his load. Six thick ropes spewed from his dick and landed on his chest, neck and on the pillow. He laid there panting, trying to catch his breath when John started to pick the pace back up. Danell looked into John's big brown eyes and smiled.
John pulled out and flipped Danell over onto his stomach. He pushed himself back in and Danell yelled in pleasure. Josh leaned close to Danell's ear and whispered, "Don't worry baby, I'm going for the gold tonight."