Chapter One
"After Training"
Opening his front door, Tom threw his keys into the dish on the side board. Shrugging off his damp coat, Tom kicked his drenched shoes and stretched. The weather in London was awful and after the gruelling training session he had just endured he was ready for a shower.
Picking his phone out of his jacket, he saw a message from his Mum:
"Robbie is all well and good, just sitting down for tea. FaceTime later - Love you!"
Since his training schedule became more manic and Lance drafting the pages of his new play, his Mum offered to look after him for a few days which they were both grateful for the chance.
Placing his phone on the sideboard, Tom shivered. The rain had soaked Tom through, the edges of his navy joggers were darkened at the edges and his cold, almost see through socks white socks were sticking to his feet.
Pulling his over coat and hanging it up, he sat on the bench near the coat rack and peeled his socks off, his bare feet touching the warmed wood flooring for just a moment. He found his flip flops in the bottom drawer and slid them onto his feet. He then slid off his inner sports jacket and threw onto the pile of clothes near the washer as he exited the entrance hall.
He grabbed his phone and he moved towards the kitchen, and grabbed himself a glass from the cupboard and poured himself a drink of water. Resting on the counter he looked around his kitchen.
His kitchen was lit with the warm yellow spot lights against the darkening sky outside. The dining table lay in a mess from the date night of the previous evening with glasses, plates and packaging littering it.
"Lance should have cleaned them up by now" Tom remarked to himself, slightly annoyed.
Lance had been really pushing himself with his writing. When the inspiration took him he locked himself away in his office, typing away until the late hours. Tom just sighed as he started gathered up the plates and stacked them near the sink.
As he moved back to collect the glasses when he heard a loud thump come from upstairs.
"Hello?" Tom called up the stairs." Lance?"
He started poked his head towards the staircase, looking up and the dim glow from upstairs.
"Lance?" Tom called again
He must be in his own world again, thought Tom. Tom finished moving the glasses and moved upstairs to the living room.
As he readied himself to sit down and unwind, he found instead that the coffee table was strewn with papers and sticky notes from Lances latest project which covered the table and spilled over onto their Union Jack couch. Tom sighed again.
In admists the papers was several coffee mugs and a few plates with the remnants of snacks Lance had brought while brainstorming. Tom picked up the fullest mug and noticed it to be still warm.
"Odd" he though "maybe he's got a call-"
Suddenly another soft thud interrupted Tom's thoughts. Tom could hear a creaking of the wood floor shortly afterwards and then silence once more.
"He's in the bedroom" thought Tom "now i can't even bloody shower without him complaining of the noise"
Tom decided he would just go upstairs and grab his stuff and shower downstairs instead. Passing the table, he started to make his way up the metal stairs - Lance always hated Tom stomping up the metal stairs like he did. Despite being a Olympic diver and floating through the air, walking quietly or gracefully was not one of his strong points. Tom reached then landing and turned towards their room.
Tom walked past Lance's study on his way up, peeked his head in. Lances desk was an absolute bombsite, with even more papers and books covering every inch. Tom sighed and was about to close the door until he hears a faint buzzing. Stepping into the room he looked around the wreckage of manuscripts and books, and found Lance's phone. Tom looked at the screen and saw several notifications, time stamped for twenty minutes previous.
"Maybe he's gone for a shower..? Hope he hasn't used all the hot water.." Tom wondered as he placed the phone back in its space.
Stepping out of the study, Tom continued towards their bedroom but couldn't hear the usual hum of their boiler or shower. Tom was really confused now. Their bedroom door was slightly ajar so he peeked in to see what Lance was doing. A
Tom peeked in quietly and his mouth fell open.
There was his 6ft hunk of a husband, completely naked and squatting on their bed with Tom's 12 inch double ended dildo buried deep inside him.
Tom had a perfect view of Lance's tight pale ass facing the doorway and watched as Lance pushed himself down onto the dildo, his ass taking at 7 inches easily. Lance let out a soft moan as he steadied himself, and Tom felt himself cock twitch in his joggers. He instinctively put his hand on the outside of his material and slowly rubbed it.
Lance was in absolute heaven and was completely lost in his own world. The stresses of the day had melted away and he was relaxing at lady.
He could feel his hole tightening as he pushed the dildo in a little further. His head fell back, the calming motion of being slowly filled by the dildo, made him ache with pleasure, with his damp dirty blonde hair falling onto his warm face. He raised himself up slightly and pushed even further down, another inch pushing into him. He never understood how Tom could take this so easily and we continued to push through. His uncut dick was half erect, the precum dripping down slowly onto the bed sheets below.
Tom watched as Lance pushed further, Lance's feet curling with the huge dildo inching itself further and further in Lance's tight ass. Toms hand slid under the waist band of his joggers, his hand brushing against his hard cock in his tight speedos, left from today's practise, which were struggling to keep his raging hard on confined. Tom curled his toes in his flip flops, his feet feeling the textured rubber underneath as he rubbed. Tom loved the resistance the flip flops made under his feet, turning him on even more and felt a small beat of precum already coming through the speeds material. He pushed himself slightly closer into the room and leaned on the door frame and watched as Lances back began to arch , his muscled back tensing and his legs shaking as the force of the dildo was assaulting his husbands hole.
It had been weeks since him and Lance had fucked properly. With their hectic schedules - from Tom's training and TV appearances and Lances new book and film - they either were never home or a quick pump and they were done. While he loved the hard short spurts he missed the foreplay, the teasing, kissing. It just felt rushed. Tom had been spending more time experimenting on his own - from trying to jerk off on webcam anonymously, to edging himself for hours but nothing really seemed to scratch the itch that only Lance's cock could fill. The 12 dildo that Lance was using was one of his latest purchases which didn't present Tom much of a challenge but was obviously a lot for Lance.
Quietly in the hallway, Tom peeled off his damp white polo shirt from his muscular frame and threw it on the ground beside him. His hands slowly rubbing his hard nipples and brushing down the 8 pack of his body as he continues to rub his cock. He pulled the fastening strings which released, and his joggers felt silently to the floor. He stepped out of them, and reslid his feet back into his black Havanian flip flops. He stood in the doorway in the neon orange and blue speedo, the tight Lycra material straining against his hardening cock below with a darkened wet spot where his pre cum had soaked through. Tom loved the feel of the Speedo on his hard dick, rubbing it a little harder this time with a fresh bead of precum dripping into the material as rubbed his aching mound. No matter how many years he's worn Speedos, the tight and restrictive material made his cock ache.
Lance suddenly pulled up, making Tom pause his session for a moment and watched as Lance let the dildo fall out of his slick ass onto the bed.
He stood off the bed and onto the floor, getting himself ready to change his position. Lance turned and lay with his back on the bed and raised a black mass that Tom didn't notice before from the bedside table. Tom saw that in Lance's left hand was his black and gold Armani underwear he wore yesterday after training, one of his favourites and Lance's too. Lance loved the way the small briefs cupped his ass and pushed his cock out. Everytime he wore them, he knew they wouldn't be on him long.
Lance lifted the underwear to his nose and breathed in deeply. The smell of Tom's cologne, sweat and musk greeted him and he closed his eyes. He imagined Tom in them yesterday, his purt ass flexing and tight against the material and his cock cradled in the fabric pouch as he trained. He could imagine Tom posing and flexing his delicious body in them, his husbands tight sculpted abs, with the toned cum gutters that the breifs lay flat uopn. Lance smelt the crotch deeper, breathing in and letting the aroma fill his mind.
He dropped them onto the bed and kneeled over them, his ass and soft pink feet hanging off the edge of the mattress. He slowly rubbed down his body, moving over his slim frame from his chest, down his stomach and rubbed his crotch, using the sides of his hands to frame and hold his dripping cock. He moved and rubbed his hands over the pale mounds of his cheeks, his left hand rubbing down the delicate mounds until it reached his damp hole - his fingertips could feel that it was throbbing, pulsing, wanting to be filled again.
He grabbed Tom's dildo, and spat on the end of it. He reached around, and rubbed the smooth length down his crack until the head came to rest on his flexing hole. Adding pressure he began to push it into him, and could feel it slowly entering. The head however popped in quickly, making Lance gasp. His feet curled and his body stiffened as the dildo pushed its way inside. His 8 inch cock, now full hard and streaming precum down its shaft, stood to attention.
He slowed for a second, giving him time to take the as much as he could and slid 8 inches into him. He slowly pulled back, allowing some length to escape his hole and pushed back once again. Slowly but slowly, the dildo slid in further and further. He moaned with the textured head rubbing his insides, making him shiver in pleasure.
Tom stood in the door way, biting his lip as he watched Lance push his dildo in, his neon orange speedo getting steadily damper with the pre cum leaking from his cock. Lance had become such a bottom slut recently, wanting Tom to pound him harder in different positions. A few months ago, Tom had Lance pushed onto the kitchen counter, gripping his hair as he roughly fucked him on the counter after filming his latest Q&A. Lances hand was slowly rubbing his cock under the table, distracting him from the video, and making him hard. In the middle of the video he'd had enough - Lance was spread over the kitchen top, stripped from the waist down as Tom had torn his pants off him, with his leg propped up on the island, upwards to allow Tom to push his 9 inch cock in as far as it could go. Lance cried out in pleasure and pain of his rough fuck, cumming over the kitchens surface without being touched. Tom could remember the feeling of Lance's ass tightening and his moans as it made his dick twitch in his speedo.
Tom desperately wanted to join the party but paused as he wanted to watch Lance a little longer.
He pulled the strings of his speedo, allowing his soaked cock to spring from its lining, and slowly stroked it. Lance had the dildo almost completely in, save 2 or so inches and it was mesmerising.
Tom slid out of his flip flops quietly, and let the speedo fall to the floor. He silently picked it up, smelling this mixture of cum and funk from today's session. He turned and threw it beside his discarded joggers and looked back at Lance. He pushed his muscled feet back into the flip flops and flexed his toes, feeling the warm rubber against his soft soles. He grasped the base of his dick, the head of which was shining with precum, with a new bead on the top just exiting his slit. He rubbed his head forward, pushing the precum out further and scooped up with his index finger and brought it to his mouth. It tasted slightly salty but Tom loved the flavour. He kicked his finger clean and let it fall to his cock again. He gripped his dick firmly and rubbed his index finger around the wet head. He brought his index finger to his mouth once more and while savouring the taste, he slowly began to rub his foreskin up and down his cock with his remaining hand, his feet gripping the flip flops underneath making Tom feel so good. His eyes were locked on watching Lance, who had managed to push another half inch inside and he curled his toes and moaned loudly from the bed.
Tom loved wearing flip flops, and loved watching people wear them too. Lance wore them often around the house and taunted Tom with his smooth pale feet. Working with Matty and the other divers who wore them around the pool he was forever watching them strut around in their sandals and flip flops and it would make him wild - he was in heaven. The sight of those long toes, smooth skin and soft soles would make him rub one out in the showers when no one was around. Tom knew he looked good in them too which was an added bonus.
One of his favourites things would regularly fuck Lance while wearing them. Holding Lance's legs in the air and watching his toes curl and tighten against the soles as he pumped would make him cum so hard. A wierd kink he knew of his , but it was definitely a turn on.
Tom rubbed his cock a little harder, pulling the skin back and pushing it once again, letting the juices of his cock slick his pole making the experience for pleasurable. Tom looked from Lance's smooth soles, up his slender legs, his amazing tight ass and taught body to his uncut and shaggy golden hair and watched in awe of his husband taking it like a champ. He knew it was time to join in.
Tom stopped and bent down to his discarded joggers. He fumbled in the pocket and grabbed his phone. He also grabbed his speedo, looping the leg hole around his wrist so he would have two free hands. He turned the volume off and the screen brightness down to its minimum, wanting to make sure he didn't disturb the show. Quietly he opened the door a little further and slid into the room, not disturbing Lance's thrusts as the dildo pushed into him. Tom opened up the camera app on his phone and hit record. He focused on Lance's ass, taking extra care to show the dildo which was fully taken by Lance's ass. He pointed his down and stroked himself a little, the precum dripping form his cock. He turned and popped his phone on the wooden charging stand on their sideboard, ensuring that camera had a perfect view of Lance and the bed. Tom looked into the camera and winked and turned his back still in the cameras view and slowly wanked himself using the Speedo which was now wrapped around his member. He looked back at the camera after a moment or two and smiled, his cock grasped in his hand and his muscled body tensing with sexual tension.
Lance was exhausted, his body trembling with the ferocity of his pounding. As much as the dildo was so good, he wished Tom was home to fuck him. His hand left the dildo, which slid out slightly but still 6 inches into him, and pushed his hair out of his face, his hands working his way down his body. He rubbed his hardened nipples with his hands, caressing them with the tips of his fingers. He ran down his hips and held his cock, pulling back his foreskin to the pink glistening head underneath. He curled his feet and tightened his ass cheeks as he imagined Tom running his hands along his back and neck as he fucked him. He wanted to be filled so badly.
"Tom.." he moaned.
He wanted to ride Tom cock so bad. He wanted to ride him and feel the warmth of his cock in his hole. He wanted to rub his Adonis' sculptured and incredible body and feel him tense and move under him. He wanted to feel the release and be filled up.
"Fuck me.. Please.. "
He pushed himself forward and sighed heavily his face down towards the bed and his ass in the air, which make the dildo slip out and fall beside him.
He suddenly felt a warmth at his puckered hole and jumped. Tom held on his back to keep his face on the bed.
"Beg for it" Tom hissed and he rubbed the wet head of his dick on Lance's slick hole. Lance couldn't see Tom but he was so desperate to feel his husband.
"Please.. PLEASE " chocked Lance. The anticipation was too much and he wanted to come so badly.
Tom guided his cock towards Lance's pink hole. It was smooth and hairless, throbbing with the lust for his cock. Tom pushed his cock in, the head pushing through the entrance. His cock was much thicker then the dildo, and he could feel Lance being stretched as he pushed through. Lance cried out as Tom pushed further in and paused, he used his hands to rub down Lance's back and neck, helping him relax. He could feel Lance's heart beating hard.
With one final push, Tom had pushed himself in fully. It was tight, and he could feel Lance's ass straining against it. Tom paused for a moment, and could feel the sticky heat of his body and Lance's together, Lance's breathing slowed and his eyes closed.
"On your hands" Tom commanded
Lance pulled his head from the duvet and pulled him chest up. He was in a full doggy position with his feet and ass hanging over the bed. In front of him was the underwear from earlier, discarded from his play session, which Lance snatched up and put to his nose. The aroma filled his nostrils again, but this time more furfilling.
He put his hand back on the bed again, clutching the underwear as he prepared for Tom's next move. However Tom pulled out of Lance quickly. The sudden escape of his hole shocked him, and he began to look around.
Tom thrust his neon speedo into Lance's face which he caught. Lance saw that they were slicked with precum and the smell was stronger then his underwear. Lance turned back around again on the bed, and Tom stepped forward and pushed roughly in. He was already stretched and lubed so Tom's length easily slid in. Lance moaned as he was once again filled, and Tom began slowly moving his hips, his slick pole moving in and out of Lance slowly, getting used to the feeling and rhythm.
"Your going to take this" Tom soothed as he moved in Lance. "I'm going to fill you until you can't take anymore".
Tom gripped onto Lance's hips to centre himself, and moved his flip flopped feet open slightly for a better stance. Tom began to speed his rhythm, slowly at first but slowly getting faster. His long strokes became shorter, and thrusting harder and deeper into Lance. He could feel his cock being swallowed by Lance's hole as he thrust in, the feeling indescribable.
Lance held the speedo to his mouth and nose as Tom starred, the deep and long stokes inside him made him almost roll his eyes. He inhaled deeply, another woft of Tom's scent filled him as he rhythmic moved with Tom's pounding. He moaned into them, crying out as his ass stretched. He curled his toes and gripped the bed with his remaining hand harder, pulling the covers into a ball to help him work thought the assault. The pain and pleasure of being force fucked by Tom Daley was heaven.
Tom began moving harder, his balls swinging underneath him and the smacking sound of his muscled hips bouncing off Lance's purt ass as he drove his huge cock into Lance's wet hole. He moved his left hand up Lance's arched back, bracing himself on it to help him push harder in. His cock felt Lance retract and him cry out for a moment but was muffled by the speedo but Tom continued, moving faster.
The sweat ran down his chest and his abs as he continued, his legs tightened and his feet gripped the flip flops harder. Tom could feel his beefy and toned ass clench as pressed his cock into Lance. He was putting everything into this, the pent up from his training, the stress of the Olympics and the sounds of his husband, moaning and whimpering were music to his ears.
But Tom wanted more.
He aggressively pulled his dick of Lance, Lance's hole opening and hungrily waiting to be filled again and looked around the room. On the floor he spotted Lance's flip flops, the red ones he wore on his first date to the beach with Tom, and quickly grabbed them.
Lance had looked back after Tom exited his ass and saw his flip flops in Tom's hands. Tom turned around to him, his black hair covering his head, slick with sweat and rain and Lance took a moment to look at Tom for the first time. Tom's body glistened with the sweat of their fuck, his chest and abs more defined after his work out, moving down to thin hips and defined V, with a small placement of black hair stood Tom's cock - all 9 inches, wet, throbbing and not yet saited.
Lance knew what to do, he flipped over onto his back, pushing the small of his back towards the end of the mattress and lifted his long legs, pointing his hole at Tom, his dick dripping precum as it lay lazily on his stomach. Tom stepped forward and placed the flop flops on Lance's feet, holding his legs on his toned shoulders for Lance's comfort.
Tom's cock grazed Lance's hole as he positioned Lance. Lance flinched in pleasure and pointed his toes, flexing them against the rubber soles of his flip flops. Tom rubbed his slightly rough hands on Lance's feet, feeling every muscle and ridge as he moved. Tom moved his hand to his hard member, and stroked Lance's hole gently. He could feel it pucker and open, just waiting for it be pushed in.
Lance looked up at Tom, almost ready to beg him to fill and fuck him. This was the first chance Lance has seen him properly. Tom was glowing from. The dim light of their room, he contours of his body smooth and defined. His chest heaving and covered in sweat. He could see Tom's cock, but not clearly. It was shining in the light, hard and ready. He was about to speak when Tom pushed in completely, putting his cock all the way in. Lance gasped as he did, his dick twitching and hardening as he felt him in him. Tom started pumping once more, moving his hands onto Lance's hips as his legs and feet hung over Tom's shoulders. Lance could feel the heat radiating from Tom as he pumped, moving his hands onto the edges of the bed once more, bracing himself.
He could feel his ass contracting and stretching with each stroke, each time sending a wave of pleasure coursing through his body. His leg muscles tightened involuntarily and he clenched his ass, trying to get the best sensation and Tom's cock glided through. His right hand left go of the covers, and moved towards his dick, which was painfully stiff and aching to be released. He grasped it, as he watched Tom's face contort as he put everything behind each stroke and started wanking himself to rhythmical pattern of Tom's momentum.
Tom looked down and Lance, and saw the perspiration running down his pale, luminous body. Lances eyes were closed, but the satisfaction and euphoria was etched onto his face, which was blushed pink with the session. He could see Lance wanking himself, pulling the foreskin over his rigid pole, desperately trying to cum. This spurred Tom, and he began to quickly ram Lance as hard as he could, ensuring to clench into Lance's feet for support. Every ounce that Tom had went into each thrust, his cock completely wrecking Lance's ass.
Lance cried out, and opened his eyes. He stared at Toms shining hazel eyes, fixed on Lance, his hard strokes hitting deep within. Lance could feel each thrust smashing his prostate, making his body shake with the orgasm that was rising in him. His words turned to sharp breaths as he continued jerking his thick cock. He could feel himself cumming and wanting to hold back, wanting to enjoy the pleasures and lust that overwhelmed him.
He couldn't hold back.
"I.. I'm-! " he cried
But before he could finish, his body shook and the paralysing feel and immense orgasm burst forth took hold. His long legs stiffened and his toned back arched as ropes of thick cum shot forth from his cock, the first shot hitting his chest and his face coating the light dusting of hair of his chest quickly, with a drop dripping on the corner of mouth. The second and third shot following closely afterwards each falling onto the middle of chest. His toes stretched against the rubber flip flops with Toms hand gripping them tightly as he came. The fourth shot landed on his navel, dripping sideward down his body and hips, small specs landing on the bedsheets below. He cried out as each shot left him, his ass assaulted with every stroke Tom made pushing his orgasm through his whole body. The last of his cum, dribbled down his shaft and onto his light pubes and tight ball sack. He huffed as he squeezed the last bit of juice out of his dick and finally his body relaxed and he sighed.
Tom slowed his motions then, surveying the mess on Lance. The pools of glistening cum sat on his chest, with one slowly pooling on his bellybutton. Tom dropped Lance's sweaty legs from his shoulders and stopped his thrusting, keeping his dick inside still. Lance was huffing and panting on the bed before him, his hand reaching up and swiping the hair that had fallen into his eyes. He looked at Tom and smiled, his breath still laboured.
"Hi" he laughed between his breaths.
Tom laughed, and bent forward to kiss Lance. Their lips touched and began to kiss with such passion and force, Tom almost slid out of Lance. Tom pushed inside a little of Lance while kissing, which making Lance moan, stifled by Tom's invading tounge in his mouth as their kiss continued. Lances hands reached around and caressed Tom's head, his fingers brushing through his damp brown hair as they moved. Toms hands moved either side of Lance's body onto the bed, the ferocity of their kissing almost making him lose balance..
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