This story is of course fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of Michael Phelps, Ryan Lochte or anyone else mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
Michael was relieved the race was over. He had just finished his first swimming final here in Beijing, the 400m individual medley, and not only had he won the gold, but he had won it in world record time. Finished celebrating poolside, he retired to the locker room in order to change for the medal ceremony that would be occurring shortly.
In the locker room, Michael stripped off his Speedo swimsuit, and could not help admire his body in the mirror. While some may like men with enormous amount of muscles, Michael could not imagine anything more masculine than that of a swimmer's body. The way each muscle was perfectly sculpted, the way their legs and arm muscles were perfectly shaped and toned to drive them through the water, the way their tight pecs and taught stomachs glistened with water. And though he tried to remain humble, looking at his 6'4" frame in the mirror, he had to admit that he had one of the nicest bodies of them all.
While outwardly he attempted to project an air of humility, he secretly relished the spot light, and looked forward to the Olympics, not only to show the world what he could do in the pool, but to show the world how hot he looked in a bathing suit. However that was not the only secret he had. He was also gay.
He knew it from a young age. He had been swimming practically his whole life, and being surrounded by nearly naked men, their dicks barely concealed by the tight Speedos, had helped him discover his true sexuality. While he had been able to keep it a secret from the media and the general public, it was during the Olympics in 2004 in Athens that it had become common knowledge in the swimming world that Phelps enjoyed men. It was after the gold medal win in 2004 by the men's 200m freestyle relay team that he and Klete Keller had first fucked. A wave of euphoria around their victory was evident and somehow had escalated between the two swimming studs, the night ending with a flip-flop fuck between the two swimming studs, Keller popping the cherry on Phelps all-American gold medal winning ass.
For the whole rest of the Olympics Phelps would have sex with whoever he could find willing, and while he occasionally topped his fellow athletes, he preferred the role of bottom, loving how a man could hit that spot in his ass that put him over the top. So good was he as a bottom, that at the close of the 2004 games, his teammates jokingly presented him with a faux gold medal for best male bottom at the games. He joked that if the world found out he had tied Mark Spitz's record with that gold medal, he would be on the cover of every magazine, but he figured he would have to be content with 6 golds and just try to beat his record in the 2008 games...
As Phelps stood there recalling all the times in the past few years he had bottomed, his hand almost subconsciously went to his cock and began to stroke it, enabling it to rise to its full 7", under which swung a pair of heavy balls, swinging like pendulums. He was almost totally hairless, having had to shave for the Olympics, but when he was not swimming, which was admittedly not that often, he like to let his pubic hair grow out, keeping it neat and trimmed.
As he was lost in his own senses, he did not hear someone else enter the locker room until the door to the room was slammed shut as someone came in. With his hand still firmly locked around his ample prick, masturbating himself, he turned to see fellow swimmer and bronze medal winner Ryan Lochte standing there, one hand in his swim trunks massaging what appeared to be a sizable bulge.
"Well Phelps, I came to see you before the ceremony, but I guess you couldn't wait. Since we have to be out there in 10 minutes for our medals, why don't we make this quick now, and meet up in the village after this so we can really enjoy our victories."
Michael did not have to ask what he was talking about, as it had been common practice in Athens for Michael to get fucked good and hard by any fellow Americans competing in the same event in which he had won his gold. Smiling, Phelps went over to the wall, bent over and spread his legs, his long arms bracing himself against the wall, presenting himself to Ryan.
As Ryan crossed over to where Phelps was, he sucked on his middle finger, getting it nice and wet as he eyed Phelps ass hole, eager to fuck the Olympic stud. Getting into position behind Phelps, Lochte took the finger out of his mouth and began to insert it up into Phelps' ass; stopping at each knuckle into the entirety of his finger was firmly planted inside Michael's ass. As Lochte began to wiggle his finger around, he heard Phelps moan, a sure sign of pleasure, as Lochte began to finger fuck the willing stud beneath him.
"Damn Phelps, how is that this ass is just as tight as the first time I fucked you back in Athens?" Lochte asked as he continued to force his finger in and out of Phelps' ass.
"Just good genes I guess" Michael said as he turned his head back to look at Lochte, giving him that trademark goofy grin. "But how about you give me something a little bit bigger so you can see just how tight I still am."
Lochte did not have to be asked twice, as he pulled down the front of his Speedo and tucked it under his balls, exposing his 9" manhood, bouncing enthusiastically and slapping against his hard stomach. Lining it up with his target of Phelps' amazingly tight asshole, he was eager to begin.
"This is not going to be slow and easy Phelps, this is going to be hard and fast. We have 8 minutes before we have to be out there, and I intend to blow my load up that ass of yours before we head out." Lochte said, prepping Phelps.
Knowing from experience that Ryan could give him one of the hardest fucks, Michael tightened his arms and braced himself even more, preparing for the onslaught.
With a single thrust, Ryan was half buried in Michael's ass, and with three more he was balls deep, his heavy balls resting against Michaels's ass cheeks. Allowing it to rest for just a second, Ryan loved hearing the slow and deep moans that involuntarily escaped from Michael's throat, the tell tale sign that the Olympic stud was fully and truly stuffed by hard cock. Pulling out until only the tip of his cock remained resting in Phelps' ass, Lochte gripped Michael's waist and slammed home, forcing another moan from Phelps' lips. Lochte began to piston in and out of Michael's ass as hard and fast as possible. Ryan loved looking down as his cock as it pumped in and out of Michael's resisting asshole, loved how it split Michael's ass opened and pistoned in and out.
Grabbing onto Michael's shoulders, he began to powerfuck his teammate, giving him the feeling that he was plundering even deeper parts of Phelps' ass if such a thing were possible. Michael's own cock was as hard as a rock, as Ryan had found his spot almost as soon as he had entered his ass, but Phelps was putting so much into taking the royal pounding that he could not reach down and masturbate himself, his cock instead swinging wildly between his legs as Ryan fucked him.
Pushing his hair out of his face, Lochte loved the tight grip Phelps' ass had on his cock and began talking dirty; calling him an Olympic whore, a gold medal bottom and anything else he could think of. As Lochte began to slap Phelps's ass, he could hear Michael cry out with sheer pleasure, overcome by the sensations this first fuck of his in Beijing was giving him.
Within minutes Ryan could feel himself getting close, and fucked hard as he knew how. Instinctively, Phelps knew his top was getting close and gripped his ass together, trying to milk the cum out of his teammates' dick. Burying it to the hilt, Lochte cried out and spewed 6 huge loads of pent up cum into Michael's ass, collapsing onto his back, both men sweaty and spent from fucking, almost as much as from the swim that had put them both where they were.
Standing up, the two kissed, and Ryan looked at his watch. "2 minutes to spare, a new personal best. But find me in the Olympic village Phelps and I'll show you that I am much more than just a sprinter, I can also do endurance as well." Pulling up his Speedo over his deflating dick, Ryan winked and Phelps and left to get ready for the medal ceremony.
Realizing that he had only a few minutes to get ready, Phelps began to get dressed, noticing that his cock was still rock hard. He had been so into the fucking he had taken, he had not even bothered to cum himself, but no matter, he had time to pleasure himself later, right now he had to go claim his gold.
As Phelps went out to the aquatic center floor to claim his gold, he could feel the warm and sticky semen of Ryan Lochte began to leak out his ass and down his legs. Hoping no one would see it, he actually figured that he could not care less, he was in Beijing, living his dream, and was looking forward to not only his next race, but his next encounter with the Olympic studs.
That is the end of part 1; I hope you enjoyed reading it. I would love to put Michael Phelps with a whole range of people, so let me know who you would like to see Michael with next and I'll try to make it happen. Let me know what you think and what you would like to see next at badboy50040@hotmail.com
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