"Big Boy Blaine Wilson 4" Starring: Blaine Wilson, "Brian Smith"
Note: I do not know Blaine Wilson. He may or may not be gay. This is highly unlikely, considering he is engaged. Remember, this story is complete fiction: it is not real! Also, I know the Olympics have ended, but just pretend that they are going on right now! Send your comments to RockLink00@aol.com.
Previously >>| Blaine, having several nightmares about his team medal loss, continually looks for comfort from Brian. He gets to feeling a little better, and then an Olympic volunteer tells Brian that Blaine has practice that day. So, Blaine heads to practice and then returns back to the village.
Brian and Blaine then go out to eat in Sydney, then go for a little skinny-dipping in the ocean. Of course you know where that led! Both men then headed back to the village to sleep.
Today was the day. The all-around competition. Blaine woke up from his sleep and saw Brian lying next to him. He smiled and wrapped his arms around his lover, kissing his forehead. Brian woke up slowly and returned Blaine's kiss.
"Good morning," Blaine whispered, kissing Brian again.
"Good mornin'," Brian replied. "Are you all ready for tonight?"
"Yup..I think so... and even if I don't win, after what you've told me I know I was successful."
"Awww, thanks," Brian cooed. "After all, being a 5-time national champion isn't too shabby!"
They got out of bed, made breakfast, and soon they were off for practice at the gymnastics arena. Brian went with Blaine to watch the practice, but he wouldn't be able to watch the actual competition.
So, they got into the rental car and headed out to the arena, not very far away, and arrived at the parking lot. They exchanged a long, passionate "good luck" kiss in the car, then got out and headed into the arena. Blaine had his own private changing room and Brian followed him into it. Blaine stripped down completely while Brian watched.
"You know, Brian, how about giving me a little good luck blow job?"
"Hmm," Brian pondered, "I suppose...but only if you think it will help you in the competition," he tried to be serious but it got the best of him.
Brian walked over to Blaine and they hugged one another. Brian kissed Blaine on the cheek and then moved down to his objective. He took Blaine's rapidly hardening tool into his mouth and began bobbing up and down on it.
"Mmmm, yeah, suck it baby, yeah that's it," Blaine lightly moaned.
Brian continued his onslaught of pleasure by tickling Blaine's head with his tongue. Soon, Blaine was fucking Brian's mouth as Brian wrapped his arms around Blaine's bare ass. A light slurping noise could be heard as Brian continued sucking passionately on Blaine's rod.
"Yeeeah, Brian I love you, suck it, yeah don't stop," Blaine moaned.
Brian continued sucking and licking at Blaine's cock while he played with Blaine's balls. He then moved behind Blaine and tongued his ass. His tongue entered Blaine's hole as he continued playing with Blaine's balls. Blaine was close.
"Yeaaah Bri, I'm cumming..don't stop... here it cums," he moaned.
Within seconds, Blaine's hole tightened up and a thick rope of cum shot out of Blaine's cock. Brian turned around and got up, kissing Blaine passionately.
"Mmm, thanks babe, I love you," Blaine whispered.
"I love you too," Brian replied. "You might wanna clean that up, baby," he said, referring to a thick rope of cum that was sliding down the wall next to them.
Blaine laughed and wiped it up, throwing it into the garbage. They exchanged one last kiss and then Blaine had to get in the shower and get out to the practice floor. So, Brian left the changing room and went to find a seat in the arena. It was pretty deserted, so it wasn't hard to find one.
About 15 minutes later, Blaine emerged from the changing room and entered the main arena. Only a couple of the guys from the U.S. team were out practicing when Blaine came out. He immediately went to the still rings, his favorite event. His coach picked him up so he could reach the bars and he got himself positioned, showing off his nice biceps as he did so. He began his routine, doing somersaults and the like, doing an iron cross, inverted cross, etc... and then making an almost perfect dismount. He smiled and winked up to Brian as he moved to the pommel horse.
That was pretty much how the day went...Blaine repeatedly practiced his routines on the parallel bars, the still rings, the floor exercise, the horizontal/high bar, the vault, etc... until lunch. When lunch came around Blaine motioned for Brian to follow him into the changing room, and so Brian went down to the floor and followed Blaine.
Brian then entered the changing room and saw Blaine naked as a jaybird.
"Hey, babe, you were awesome out there," Brian whispered.
"Thanks!"
The two kissed a couple of times, hugged, and then Blaine got into the shower while Brian waited for him. He came out about ten minutes later and got dressed in front of Brian. Of course, Brian had to whistle and smirk a few times, make seductive glances, etc..., all of which made Blaine blush heavily for some odd reason.
"So, where do you wanna go for lunch?" Blaine asked.
"I don't care, there are a few restaurants right here within walking distance...it would be easiest to go there."
"All right," Blaine replied, kissing Brian as they headed out of the changing room.
The two ate a pizza together at a little Italian place across the street from the gymnastics arena. Of course, they had to head into the bathroom every once in a while so they could kiss each other -- they couldn't be together for more than ten minutes without kissing each other!
About an hour later they returned to the arena and Blaine changed back into his comp top and pants, with the usual "good luck" blowjob again, only this time it was Brian who got serviced.
The routine went the same for the next few hours, and Blaine went in to the changing room before the competition started, with Brian. He kissed Brian immediately after the door closed.
"Listen, Bri why don't you just stay in here during the competition. I know you can't watch out there, but there's a TV in here and you can at least watch it live."
"Cool, that'll work. Good luck, baby," Brian whispered as he kissed Blaine on the lips.
"Thanks, I'll need it!" Blaine said, as he left the room.
"God, please let Blaine do well tonight, please," Brian prayed.
The competition got off, with Russia's Alexei Nemov getting off to a lead. Blaine didn't do so well, and wound up in fifth place (if I remember correctly). Alexei took home the gold medal, and Blaine returned to the changing room, tears streaming down his face.
He entered the room, slammed the door shut and threw his shirt at the wall. He then picked up a vase from the table and threw it at the closed door to the other room, just as Brian was coming out of it. The vase slammed into Brian's head, shattering into a thousand pieces.
"Bri!!," Blaine screamed.
"Wha----," Brian spoke, then collapsed to the floor, blood streaming down his forehead.
~To be continued. Please send comments to RockLink00@aol.com.
T.J.