So I know the Olympics ended weeks ago, but I wrote this when they were on and was inspired by four handsome men. Take yourself back to Turin--I promise it's worth it. Here are four pics to refresh your memory: Joey Cheek: http://usinfo.state.gov/fr/img/assets/8136/joey-cheek-ap150.jpg Chad Hedrick: http://vrk.dk/speedphoto/gross_gerau_2005/soren/073.jpg Bode Miller: http://www.index.hr/wallpapers/images/tmb2_20057203258001.jpg And Jeremy Bloom: http://immediaterelease.typepad.com/immediate_release/images/jeremy.JPG I don't know any of these gorgeous men. The following did not occur and is not intended to imply anything about the celebrities involved. Feel free to send email but I probably won't respond.
It had started out innocently enough--after Joey Cheek had won his gold medal in speed skating, he proposed to his teammate, Chad Hedrick, to have a few drinks that night in celebration. Chad, who'd also won gold a couple days earlier, happily agreed, always eager to get soused, and Joey dropped by his 28-year-old buddy's apartment in the Olympic Village around 9:00.
The two gold medal winners downed a couple beers together as they watched "The Godfather" dubbed into Italian--a weird experience that became weirder with each passing sip toward drunkenness. Eventually a knock came on the door, and Chad opened it to reveal a tired-looking Bode Miller, holding a six-pack of his own.
"What's up, dude?" said Chad, slapping Bode on the back and welcoming the skier inside. Bode always looked a little drunk, and with his infamous comments about skiing with a hangover it was hard to tell where the line between drunk and sober was for the champion athlete.
"Fuckin' DQed, man," said Bode, plopping on the long couch next to Joey.
"Yeah, man, we heard," Chad said sympathetically. He was about to close the door when a hand slammed into the other side, pushing it back open.
"Oh, yeah...I brought Bloom." At 23, skier Jeremy Bloom was living in a different world from the three slightly older guys, and the hunky Coloradan was clearly already on a good buzz. Jeremy always looked good, but tonight he was getting drunk and not wearing much at all--his muscular upper body bulged hard into his yellow Buffs t-shirt, the sleeves riding up over his tanned biceps. He wore sagged jeans, loose but not so loose you couldn't see Jeremy's perfect ass or handsome package--that is, if you were fag enough to be looking, which Chad Hedrick definitely wasn't. The speed skater jerked his gaze up from Jeremy's crotch to close the door behind him.
"Fuck, dude," said Jeremy, grabbing one of Bode's beers and popping it open, "look at all the fuckin' winners." Bode just looked at Jeremy, shaking his head wordlessly as the hunk freestyler held up his hand for Joey to slap. Joey rolled his eyes and gave Bloom the high-five, finishing up his fourth beer as he did so. He knew it'd be hitting him soon--four beers in twenty minutes, after a day like his and no drinking for several months, would go a long way.
Jeremy slid in next to Bode, his jeans rubbing along Miller's loose khakis. Bode could have sworn he felt his cock jump at the contact, but he put it out of his head as he started downing another beer himself, looking to wash away the frustration of his disqualification that day. Jeremy, whose nature it was not to shy away from contact, let his arm fall so that the elbow and upper forearm landed solidly on Bode's firm stomach beneath his white button-down, which was mostly unbuttoned. Once again Bode ignored how that felt, and kept drinking.
Beside them, Chad had fallen back on the couch on the other side of Joey. They continued drinking and watching, still soaking up the good feelings from their wins.
"So you really care about that Africa shit, huh, dude?" said Chad pensively, finishing his drink. Neither of them commented on how quickly he was getting plastered. Joey himself was starting to feel it as he let his legs spread and relax on the couch, the left leg sliding against Chad's right. Hedrick felt it touch, soft denim of Joey's jeans against his bare leg below the black mesh shorts he wore, and didn't move away.
"Yeah, man, it's serious stuff," was all Joey had in response. He ran his hand through his somewhat wild blond hair, calmly finishing his fifth and probably last beer and tossing it on the floor. To his right he heard Bode Miller whispering something about "in front of the golden boys." But he wasn't really listening at that point, because holy shit if Chad wasn't pulling off the white t-shirt he was wearing and dropping it on the floor. The now-shirtless speed skater stud let his left arm drop over the side of the couch while the right slid lazily over to wrap around the top, his fingers dangling gently onto Joey's right shoulder.
Joey had a hard time figuring out what was going on. He heard noises to his right that he recognized, but the implications of that were so great he couldn't even get himself to look over. And to his left, the shirtless Chad Hedrick was making him uncomfortable in ways he never could have imagined.
But his drunkenness was really setting in now, and he leaned over to Chad, close enough that Hedrick could smell the beer on Joey's breath. Chad wasn't even looking at him as Joey grinned and slowly whispered, "Dude...I think...Miller and Bloom are making out."
Chad looked past Joey to the other side of the couch. The five or six beers he'd had didn't stop him from seeing that Bode and Jeremy weren't just making out--the two cut skiers were passionately kissing. Both their hands had found their way under the other guy's clothes--Jeremy's cupped Bode's pecs through the unbuttoned shirt, while Bode's had slipped all the way up from Jeremy's tight waistline to run over the stud athlete's solid back under the t-shirt.
"Yep," said Chad quietly, turning to face Joey. "They sure are." And without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to the other skater's, easing his hand up to run through Joey's hair. If Joey had been confused before, he was star-struck now, but before he could even think about the fact that Chad Hedrick was kissing him, he felt himself kissing back.
"Fuck, I want you," Joey muttered.
"Shut up, Joe," Chad replied, silencing him with another deep kiss.
Just a few feet away from them, Jeremy Bloom wasn't really thinking either as he continued assaulting his teammate's mouth. Any thoughts of bad press, or Miller's reaction, or hell, what this meant for a guy who considered himself basically straight, were quickly shoved out of his mind and replaced with the image of Bode's bared pecs and gorgeously defined six-pack, the sound of Bode's sharp breath as Jeremy's lips traced over his buddy's neck and chest, and fuck, the feeling of Bode's substantial cock pushing up through his pants against Jeremy's own boner under his jeans.
As soon as he felt that, without even knowing what he was doing, Jeremy sank down and started tugging anxiously on Bode's belt, pulling it off then undoing the button and zipper. He stared at his fellow hunk skier's dick under the white boxer briefs for just a second--it was 8 inches hard, leaking freely as it pushed impatiently into Bode's underwear. Jeremy Bloom was a straight athlete stud who'd never sucked cock before in his life, but as soon as he saw this one he knew it was going in his throat.
He gulped hard, then shoved down the khakis and boxer briefs, watching the beautiful skier prick pop out, slapping against Bode's hard stomach. Jeremy kissed it once, making Bode groan in pleasure, then slipped the broad cockhead between his tight, cute lips and slowly started inching the monster down into his mouth. Miller looked down to see this muscular stud, subject of a million girls' fantasies, with that hot, toned frat boy body and handsome, dimpled face full of his huge meat, and he started to feel himself go.
Bode grabbed Jeremy's head and ran his hand hard through the soft, shaggy brown hair, eventually curling his fingers around it and fucking Bloom's pretty-boy face onto his aching dick. And Jeremy was loving every second of it, feeling his hot teammate's cut obliques with his hands as he clutched Bode's sides.
When Miller whispered sharply, "I'm gonna fuckin' cum, dude," Chad lifted his head from Joey Cheek's neck.
"Wow," Chad whispered as he watched Bode's abs and hips flex hard, then his powerful cock begin spewing a load of hot skier cum deep into Jeremy Bloom's mouth. He'd never seen anything so hot before, and he immediately dropped down to start rubbing Joey's rock-hard 7-inch dick through the strained denim of his jeans.
That in turn made Joey gasp in pleasure, and he quickly started unbuttoning his jeans. Chad, whose beer had made him more than a little cock-hungry, helped out by shoving the jeans down, soon followed by the boxers, and gulping his teammate's painfully hard tool into his mouth.
If you heard or saw Chad Hedrick, you wouldn't think he'd be in this position, running his lips and tongue all over one of his fellow speed skaters' cocks. He was a masculine guy, only 5'11" but stacked with muscle, and he talked a lot about the partying he did, even before races. Still, something had gone off that night--maybe it was the gold medal, maybe it was something else, but Chad Hedrick was suddenly crazy for thick cock and hard muscle like he'd never been before.
Joey sure didn't mind as he edged closer to climax. The cute North Carolinian's face was twisted in sexual pleasure as Chad squeezed his cockhead with his throat and pulled off to tongue his heavy balls. He looked over to see that Bode and Jeremy were now kissing again, sharing the huge load that Miller had just dumped in his buddy's mouth. The sight of the two stud straight-jock skiers making out was too much for Joey, and he clenched Chad's hard shoulders, his whole body tightening.
"Take my cum, stud, fuck, Chad!" he grunted. A second later his 7-incher was shooting hard down Hedrick's throat, coating the hunk skater's mouth, tongue and lips with thick jock cream.
Joey breathed out happily as Chad swallowed his massive load, then rose up to kiss his buddy again. It wasn't till then that Joey felt Chad's own sizable cock pressing hard into his leg, and looked down to see the enormous bulge the stud speed skater's prick was making in his mesh shorts.
"Fuck, I need that cock," Joey whispered quickly. He flipped Chad onto his back on the couch and sank to his knees. Beside them, Bode was already doing the same, kneeling in front of an extremely horny Jeremy Bloom and rubbing the younger skier's pecs and six-pack.
For whatever reason, both hot athlete couples had explored the slightly less gifted man first. Now it was time for the real guns to come out. As Bode pulled Jeremy's jeans down, his mouth dropped open in amazement at the size of the boner sticking out into the 23-year-old muscle stud's gray boxer briefs. At the very same time, Joey was sliding Chad's mesh shorts off and ogling the obviously huge cock that bulged hard into the speed skater's boxers.
Then, as the two hunks' underwear came off as well, the beauty of their Olympic-sized cocks became truly apparent. From under Jeremy Bloom's jeans burst a thick, dripping 9-inch weapon, totally hard and almost shaking it was so ready for action. Bode had expected, just looking at the kid, that he'd have a prick to match his unbelievable body, but he hadn't realized just how amazing it'd be till that moment. Beside him, Chad Hedrick's fuckpole easily rivaled Jeremy's, pushing over 9 inches, not quite as thick as the skier stud next to him but with a huge dickhead that was oozing precum.
The two guys noticed each other for the first time, as Bode and Joey got to work. Jeremy's gaze drifted from the cute speed skater sucking Chad's cock up over Hedrick's ripped body to meet his face, while Chad followed a similar path from where Bode was working Bloom's huge pole over his cut skier torso to his breathtakingly handsome features. Both guys were feeling so hot from the cocksucking they were getting from their two buddies that it wasn't long before they were leaning together and letting their lips meet for the first time.
The kiss between the golden skater boy and the young stud skier was electric, tongues locking with lips and teeth as the two star American athletes felt each other's powerful embrace. "Fuck, dude, I've wanted to kiss you since you walked in my door," Chad breathed, then sucked in sharply as Joey's tongue slipped over the bottom of his cockhead.
Jeremy grinned and Chad nearly passed out, he looked so hot. "I would've kissed you then, too, stud," Jeremy answered, then leaned in again and felt Chad's strong lips and tongue meet his. They continued making out as Bode and Joey got further and further into the hot, dripping 9-inch cocks they were downing. It wasn't long before the combination of the great kiss and the careful attention being given to their pricks came to a head and both the stud athletes felt themselves going over the top. They moaned together and each shot a huge load deep into their buddies' mouths.
Suddenly the two studs on top were becoming totally obsessed with each other and rapidly losing interest in the guys who'd just sucked them off. Jeremy's hands were wrapped tightly around Chad's solid back and shoulders, while Chad's probing fingers were exploring every inch of his fellow stud American's gorgeous body, tracing his pecs, thick biceps, jacked six-pack, and around to clutch his tight, muscular skier ass.
How many times had Chad seen that ass over the last few days and subconsciously wished it could be his? These hot twin bulges of muscle pushing out in a perfect bubble butt, not unlike Chad's own except even more taut and inviting. He couldn't resist any longer.
"Aw, fuck...me!" Jeremy grunted as Chad's finger poked inside his asshole. Nobody had ever been up there before, but Jeremy was so loose from the hot few minutes making out with superstud Chad Hedrick that he let it in easily, followed by a second. He looked into Chad's eyes lustily as he grabbed at the skater's pecs and arms and started fucking his sweet college jock boy ass onto the fingers. Pretty soon he was beyond all turning back, and he looked down at Hedrick's monster 9-inch fuckmuscle, already hard and dripping precum once again.
"Dude..." said Jeremy, pulling off Chad's fingers and leaning back on the couch. "I need that beast inside me...now."
Chad could hardly believe his ears. He'd seen Jeremy go down on Bode Miller and drink his load, and he'd felt the passion of Jeremy's kiss on his own lips, but never in a million years did he expect that Jeremy Bloom, straight-arrow athlete and model-good-looks idol for the whole world, would beg for a cock up his ass. But since he was, Chad wasn't about to turn him down.
The hot speed skater lunged into Jeremy's body, laid out for him like a feast, and dutifully began feasting. He kissed and licked all over Jeremy's pecs and chiseled stomach, sliding his mouth around Bloom's own leaking 9-inch cock as well. But he knew what the hunk skier wanted, and he wanted it too. So without further delay, he slicked up his cock with some spit, opened those muscular legs wide, and slowly eased inside Jeremy Bloom's eager ass.
"Unnhhh..." the hot skier groaned as he felt Chad's unusually broad cockhead sliding up his tight hole. Chad leaned over and caressed Jeremy's pecs and large nipples, then eased down and stroked his achingly hard cock gently as he continued pushing further inside. He'd slowly pushed about five inches in when Jeremy looked up and stared at Chad's face, then glanced down over his solid and muscular chest, arms and stomach. That seemed to do it for good, and Jeremy's ass loosened suddenly, allowing Chad's cock to slide all the way in, his huge balls smacking hard against Bloom's smooth muscle ass.
"I'm ready for you, stud," Jeremy grunted huskily, his straight-boy facade melted by an undeniable hunger for Chad's massive cock. Precum spilled freely from the slit of his own gorgeous ass-splitter as he reached up and ran his fingers over Chad's pecs. "Fuck me, Chad...fuck me hard."
Hedrick didn't need any further encouragement. He began pumping his cock in and out of Jeremy's hot ass, fucking new and deeper parts of the hunk athlete's hole with each thrust. The pace increased quickly as Jeremy began fucking himself hard onto Chad's hard prick. It was clear he was a changed man as he grunted, "Fuck me with your huge cock, dude! Fuckin' turn my tight jock ass into a hot pussy, man!" Then, maybe a little self-conscious, he quieted down, but didn't stop the dirty talk. "Turnin' me into a fuckin' frat boy fag, man, come on, pound me with that big jock prick, Chad..."
Chad looked down to see Jeremy's handsome face clenched hard as he took Chad's pounding. Chad himself was a magnificent sight at that moment--his pecs and face covered in sweat, his biceps and chest flexed in sexual effort as he gave Jeremy Bloom his first taste of thick Texas jock dick.
He should have guessed by the fact that Jeremy's cock was spewing precum like crazy that he was about to blow, but Chad was still surprised when Bloom's dick exploded, shooting his second huge load of the night all over his pecs and cut six-pack, and even landing a few spurts of fresh Olympic jock juice on Chad's chest too.
Hedrick continued fucking, grunting out, "Fucked your load right outta you, stud, fuck! You're hot...." Jeremy's ass had tightened hard around Chad's prick in the meantime and it wasn't twenty seconds before the hunk speed skater leaned back and moaned loudly as his 9-inch cock poured six or seven shots of gold medal jock cum deep into Jeremy's tight, previously virgin ass.
He rested only a second before easing out and leaning down to kiss Jeremy hard. Opening his eyes, Chad stared into Jeremy's handsome, spent face. "You...are so fucking hot," he panted, kissing the beautiful skier again.
"Chad, man..." said Jeremy, regaining his calm, hunky deep voice, "I've never been plowed by a guy before, dude, but fuck...I'd take that cock in me any day of the week, stud."
Chad grinned. "You're not gonna let me take a turn on this?" he said, running his hand up and down Jeremy's thick 9-incher, then glancing back up at his buddy with the ultimate come-fuck-me look.
"Oh, hell yeah!" Jeremy said, moving forward quickly.
"Hey, guys," interrupted an irritated-sounding voice from the other side of the room. The two stud athletes looked up to see Bode Miller standing there with his shirt totally off, exposing his ripped pecs and breathtaking eight-pack and obliques, and his pants dropped down to his ankles, with Joey Cheek bent over in front of him, grunting in pleasure as he felt Bode's 8-inch tool massaging his prostate and stretching out his tight hole. "You guys miss this?"
"Fuck, Bode..." muttered Jeremy, staring as Bode's built chest heaved, sweat trickling down from his pecs over his taut abs. "You look fuckin' hot right now, man..."
"No kidding, dude," added Chad. He grinned, staring as Bode shot another huge load hard into Joey's ass, then pulled his still-hard cock out, jacking it as the last few drops oozed out onto the floor. "Can I get next?"