This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of Michael Phelps, Caeleb Dressel, or anyone else mentioned in this story. I know no personal knowledge about their private lives.
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Caeleb Dressel flinched as the cock slapped against his face. It had been only hours since he finished (and won) his last race at the Tokyo Olympics and set an Olympic record in the 50-meter freestyle. But now, here he was, nude and on his knees leaning forward with his hands flat on the ground as the hard cock slapped his face again, this time against his other cheek.
"Fuck yeah, my golden boy looks so hot with my cock slapping you on your face, you love it, don't you?" Michael Phelps said as he stood over the kneeling Dressel, his pants down around his ankles as he taunted the newest American swimming phenom with his words and cock.
"Yes sir, I love your cock. I want it so bad sir" Dressel muttered, almost mesmerized by the cock hitting his face. Phelps could only chuckle as his cock left a smear of precum against Dressel's left cheek.
"That's right boy, you fucking love cock. You fucking love my cock. Too bad they don't give medals out for sluts; you'd definitely be on the podium. Now open wide and show me just how much you love my cock" Phelps stated as he slid his cock into the now wide-open mouth of Dressel.
It didn't take long before Phelps was providing a hard face fuck to the genuflecting Dressel, plundering the younger swimmer's mouth and throat. Phelps' huge right hand had a handful of Dressel's blond hair and was tugging on it to guide the 24 year old's mouth up and down his shaft. Dressel was doing his best to keep up, but drool and saliva were already coming out of his mouth and dripping down his chin, some even making it down to coat his own rock-hard cock that bobbed there in time with the face fucking he was receiving.
This wasn't the first time Dressel and Phelps had been intimate. Growing up, Dressel had watched Phelps dominate at the Olympics and idolized him. When he finally met him in person, it was the culmination of a life-long dream. Phelps loved being a mentor to Dressel and many of the other up and coming American swimmers, providing them advice, a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to lean on. But all that didn't come without a price. Phelps had learned how good it felt to mess around with other men way back in the Beijing Olympics with fellow swimmer Ryan Lochte. And he had continued to indulge ever since. Swimmers like Dressel, Ryan Murphy, and Zach Apple only to eager to service their hero. Being an American Olympic legend, Phelps had travelled to Tokyo to cheer on the American team, giving him the opportunity to do much more for the team than most others knew.
Phelps buried his cock deep in Dressel's throat, holding him there, loving the feeling of the submissive swimmer choking and gaging around his cock. Finally letting him up for air, a long strand of phlegm connected the tip of his cock with Dressel's bottom lip. Giving him only seconds to recover, Phelps plugged the panting mouth of Dressel with his cock again, once again falling into a steady rhythm of thrusts into the willing mouth.
Looking down, Phelps very much enjoyed the sight before him. "Fuck, if you aren't one of the hottest cock-suckers I've ever had. Now use your tongue, get me all nice and slick boy. Trust me you'll be thankful you did".
Looking up like a puppy dog, the words from Phelps only served to encourage Dressel. His cheeks went concave as his tongue began to slither up and down the shaft of the cock that was pumping in and out of his plump lips. As Phelps' heavy, pendulum like balls bounced off his chin, Dressel would try to use his tongue to enter the crevice of the piss slit, to pry it open and coax out yet another droplet of precum that was leaking from the pistoning dick. All while the sloppy blowjob he was administering served to not only lubricate Phelps' cock, but to also make his face a mess of spit, saliva and tears as his eyes began to water.
"Good boy. Now turn around and show me that ass. Show me that ass that I love so much" Phelps uttered.
Needing no more encouragement, Dressel was soon on all fours with his ass facing Phelps, his wide muscled back rippling with excitement as he knew what was about to come.
Running his hand up and down the smooth ass cheek of Dressel, Phelps felt like he was running his hand over a prize-winning stallion, the muscles so hard and pronounced under the skin. Squatting down, Phelps pried open Dressel's ass to reveal a smooth pink hole, winking at him as though it were trying to seduce him, to convince him to give it a try. He needed no such convincing. Hocking a loogie right into the hole, Phelps assumed the position and ran his cock up and down the crack, taunting the now quivering bottom.
"You want this cock, huh boy? You want me to fuck you with my cock? Tell me how much you want my cock" Phelps seductively stated immediately followed by one hard smack to the taut rear-end of Dressel, causing him to flinch and leaving a scarlet handprint on the unblemished ivory skin.
Almost out of his mind with lust, Dressel responded "Yes sir, I want your cock...I need your cock. Fucking fill me with that fatty. Fucking make me your slut. Your gold medal slut. Please sir, fuck me." Phelps never got tired of hearing a swimming stud beg for his cock.
Lining his cock up with the tight pink hole, Phelps leaned forward and put his hands on the strong shoulders of Dressel, assuming a position almost like one he would have assumed on the starting block, and pushed in.
As his cock breached the ring and sank into the gripping hole, the room filled with the almost animal-like howl of Caeleb Dressel as his hole was once again filled with the cock of his Olympic idol. Phelps continued his entry, eventually feeling his heavy balls come to rest against Dressel's ass, relishing the spasming muscles in Dressel's colon that were massaging his cock.
"Fuck boy, why is it you're still this tight ever after all the fucks I've given you?" Phelps said as he pushed his sweaty hair out of his face, before pushing down on Dressel's ass, making sure his back was arched just right to provide them both maximum pleasure before he began to earnestly fuck the willing ass in front of him.
Gripping Dressel's slim waist, Phelps began to long-dick the hole that was clutching his cock, sliding ball's deep into the tight ass before pulling all the way out until just the tip of his cock rested in the now fluttering hole. All before plunging back in and repeating. Dressel was moaning as the cock fucking him stimulated his prostate, his own cock still rock had underneath him, swinging and bouncing in time with Phelp's thrusts.
"C'mon boy, show me how much you want this. Go ahead and fuck yourself on my cock" Phelps demanded, pulling out just so his cock head rested in the gripping anus.
Without missing a beat, Dressel pushed back, allowing his hole to once again consume Phelp's cock. Using all his strength and muscles that had been honed by years of swimming, Dressel began to push himself back against the cock, fucking himself, making sure the angle was just right to hit his prostate, again and again. Dressel's eyes rolled back in his head like marbles as he continued to bounce against the cock, his body coated in a sheen of sweat. Phelp's eyes were glued to the sight of his cock sliding in and out of the now reddening and slightly swollen hole, loving what he was seeing.
"Yeah boy, such a good little slut, so hot watching you take my cock, so hot knowing what a slut you are for my cock" Phelps uttered, his words accentuated by another loud slap as his hand delivered another spanking, this time to Dressel's other ass cheek, leaving the younger swimmer with two red handprints across his magnificent buns.
The words from his hero only served to increase Dressel's resolve to impress the older man and he increased his tempo, relaxing his hole as he pushed back on the cock and tightening his internal muscles as he pulled back, dragging Phelp's cock out from his tight hole. The groans Phelps made were evidence that his efforts were working.
Realizing that he wouldn't last long the way Dressel was working his cock, Phelps decided to take control back and make sure the younger swimmer would remember this fucking. Plunging his cock all the way in, Phelps maneuvered his body so his own muscled frame was draped over the back of Dressel. Satisfied with feeling the heat radiating from Dressel's body, he proceeded to jack-rabbit fuck the bottom, delivering rapid thrusts that had the desired effect of pushing Dressel to the limit. Dressel howled with delight as the quick thrusts was pulverizing his prostate, his whole-body quivering with delight as his pleasure sensors went off the chart.
"Cum for me boy, I want to feel your hole tighten as you cum. I want you to cum just from my cock. Come on boy. Show me how much you want this. How much you love getting fucked by cock" Phelps whispered in his bottom's ear, overcome with lust as he fucked into the upturned ass of Caeleb Dressel.
The combination of dirty talk and prostate stimulation were too much for Dressel and within moments his own erection began to quiver and fired volley after volley of cum, spewing forth it's massive load all over the floor beneath him.
"Fuck yeah! That's my good boy! You ready for my load? You want me to fill you up?" Phelps said, pleased with the fact that he was able to once again deliver a hands-free orgasm to his protege.
Dressel could only nod, his senses were on overload, and Phelps wasted no time in shooting his own load into the convulsing bottom, Dressel's own orgasm taking the pleasure Phelps was feeling to another level. Burying his cock deep into the hot depths, Phelps felt his balls tighten as he shot his molten hot load directly into Dressel, filling his anal cavity to capacity and feeling it leak out and around his cock, beginning to run down those sinewy and muscular thighs and legs that had just helped propel the young swimmer to Olympic glory. Throwing his head back in triumph, Phelps let out a shout of conquest as he flooded Dressel's hole, the younger man squealing with pleasure as he felt the warm liquid spread both within and outside his body.
As his orgasm subsided, Phelps reached under Dressel and quickly found the puddle of cum that had so recently been emptied from Dressel's balls. Coating his long fingers with the sticky and warm semen, Phelps proceeded to feed the hungry Dressel his own cum, making sure that each and every finger of his were licked and sucked clean and the cum was swallowed down the insatiable bottom's throat.
As they lay there, panting, Dressel looked over at the older swimmer, a look of disappointment on his face as he knew with his events over he'd be leaving Tokyo tomorrow, and leaving Phelps.
"Don't worry boy, I know what you're thinking and we'll have plenty more time together once we get back to the States. After all, we got to get you ready for Paris by 2024." Phelps went in for a deep kiss, tasting the semen residue on Dressel's lips and tongue, pleased with his Olympic caliber performance of fucking one of the hottest boys at the Tokyo 2020 Olympics.