This story is of course fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of Michael Phelps, Tom Daley and Alexandre Despatie or anyone else mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
Following his incredible Village encounter with the trio of hot gymnasts, Michael headed back to his own quarters to clean up for the evening. He had hoped to grab dinner with the rest of his team, but he had spent too much time getting his hole worked over and had missed them altogether. He decided to grab a quick shower and head down to the Water Cube for a late-night workout on the equipment reserved exclusively for the swimmers and divers.
As he stepped out of the steamy shower and began to dry off his tight, muscular body, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. Here he was, a TRUE American stud, out to break World and Olympic Records, already well on his way to doing that -- not to mention the awesome action he'd already seen OUT of the water. He threw on his well-worn Underarmour workout jock and his standard workout gear and walked the short distance down to the Cube.
It wasn't long before Michael had completed his long workout and decided to clean up before heading back. As he rounded the corner into the men's locker room, he heard the sound of laughter. He walked into the locker area and saw Alexandre Despatie, Canada's stud diver, laughing with Tom Daley, the "boy wonder" from England. As they saw Phelps round the corner, both of their jaws nearly dropped to the floor.
"Wow, Mike, didn't expect to see you here this late," Despatie said, standing up to give Phelps a firm handshake, then pulling his sweat body into a hug. Daley stood up and walked over, almost tripping over the bench running between the lockers.
"Wow, Mr. Phelps, wow, I just can't believe I'm actually meeting you!" Daley said as he reached for Michael's hand.
"Please, call me Michael," Phelps responded, "and it's an honor to meet you as well! Quite the little athlete you are, Tom!" Phelps pulled Daley into a hug as well and turned to his locker and began to change out of his sweaty workout gear. As he dropped his shorts, he noticed that Daley and Despatie had begun to talk quietly to each other and both guys appeared to be very serious in whatever it was they were discussing. He was used to people whispering around him, so Phelps kept getting undressed until he was finally nude, grabbed his towel and headed towards the showers, walking directly behind Despatie.
As he passed, Despatie turned around and put a hand on Michael's pec and stopped him dead in his tracks. "Not so fast, Golden Boy," Despatie said with a smile on his face.
"What's going on here, guys?" Phelps asked, standing completely naked between Despatie and Daley.
"Well, buddy, we hear you're quite the bottom boy at these games -- even heard you're planning to get fucked by as many countries as you can," Despatie replied.
"Well, um, I mean...aw SHIT." Phelps said as he sat down on the bench between the two divers.
"Well, Phelpsy, I guess you know what's coming next. I think we'll throw a twist on things, though," said Daley. "Let's see you get fucked by Alex's huge cock here," Daley said as he reached over and groped Despatie through his tightening Speedo, "and you can fuck my virgin hole." With that, Daley turned around, dropped his Speedo and showed Michael his tight, hairless, virgin hole. Phelps reached out to touch it with his index finger, but Despatie was quick to slap it away.
"You only get his hole IF I get to fuck that tight American ass of yours AND my buddy here gets to fuck you with his big dick as well!" Despatie turned Daley around and Phelps was shocked to see the solid 7 ½ inch cock that the kid was packing, now rock hard.
"Fuck, guys, I dunno..." Phelps said as he started to stand up.
"Well, buddy, you don't have a choice," Despatie said, grabbing Phelps by the shoulders and pushing him onto his back on the bench. "I think you oughta suck on Tom's dick while I get your tight hole ready for my monster." Phelps looked up in to Despatie's eyes and saw that he wasn't kidding. With that, he felt his own cock start to get hard, and got down on his knees in front of Daley and licked the head of the teen's hard dick gently.
"Aww come on man, fuckin' DO it already," Daley said as Phelps looked up at him again, finally taking the tight-bodied diver's cock into his mouth.
"Oh yeah, that's right Phelpsy, suck that cock!" Despatie whispered as he leaned down and kissed Michael's neck. He got down behind Phelps on the floor and after spitting on his finger, he pushed it up against Michael's well-used hole. "Well, what the fuck, Phelpsy? You been getting fucked already?!" Despatie questioned, accusingly.
"Yeah dude, you shoulda been there," Michael said, stopping the oral attention on Daley only long enough to respond to Despatie. "A couple of the gymnasts really worked me over pretty hard, there's probably some cum in there for your lube." Despatie could tell Phelps was really getting into his zone now, as he went back down on Daley's thick cock, deepthroating it several times.
Despatie stood up and grabbed some lube out of his locker, just in case, getting right back behind Phelps. "Tom, sit on the bench and face fuck him while I work this fine Olympic ass," Despatie said as he slapped Phelps' tight ass and pulled him into a doggie style position on the white tile floor of the locker room. It wasn't long before Despatie had lubed his cock up and lined it up with Phelps' well-worked hole, ready to give him the fuck he'd been waiting for since they ran into each other at the Opening Ceremonies on the 8th.
"Here it comes, Golden Boy," Despatie said as he pushed the head of his thick, 9 ½ inch cock into Phelps' hole.
"FUCK!" Phelps screamed as he felt his hole stretch wider than it had for any of the fucks he'd had in Beijing so far.
"Oh shut the fuck up, slut!" Despatie said as he thrust more of his cock into Michael's ass, pushing his mouth all the way down on Daley's shiny fuckstick.
"Damn, Alex, he's SO fucking good at this!" Daley said as Phelps started deepthroating him again, working the tongue all around the base. Despatie saw this and didn't waste any time in thrusting his cock balls-deep in Phelps' hole.
"God damn it bro, you are SO fuckin' awesome, "Despatie said almost breathlessly as he began to thrust in and out of Michael's hole doggie style, sweat dripping off his muscular pecs and onto Phelps' back, using one of his hands to rub his sweat into the muscular and flexing back of Phelps, his back arched as he struggled to take all that Despatie could offer. The sexy Canadian diver began to pound Phelps' hole harder now, seemingly increasing his pace with every deep stroke until Phelps was literally being slammed back and forth between the fat British cock down his throat and the monstrous Canadian meat in his well-lubed hole. Despatie could feel his cum building up, boiling in his balls, and didn't want to shoot too soon, so he slowed up the pace, eventually giving Phelps some deep, hard thrusts right onto his prostate. Phelps began to grunt as Despatie hit his g-spot, so Alex pulled out, prompting Daley to do the same.
"Hey, come back here and try this sweet hole, Tommy!" Despatie said as he ran a finger up Phelps' crack, letting the sweat, ass juices and gymnast cum which had accumulated there collect on his finger.
Walking around, Despatie let the hungry English lad Daley taste his finger, the sweet juices collected on his finger acting as an aphrodisiac for the young diver, driving him even wilder. Despatie walked around Phelps and pushed his huge dick right down Michael's throat, barely allowing him to taste the spunk of the two stud gymnasts who had plowed his hole just hours before. Daley had walked around the other side of Phelps and given his ass a pretty hard slap. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed his slick and shiny cock head around Phelps' ass ring before lining up his own spit-lubed cock and slamming it in to the base, eliciting a scream from Phelps, barely audible because of the thick cock he was sucking on.
The scream died in Phelps' throat but it served as only a battle cry for the two Olympic divers, both knowing that this Olympic stud was their play thing, their sex toy, ready and eager to use his hungry hole and throat to please them. As Despatie fed the eager swimmer his immense cock, he took great pleasure in seeing Phelps struggle to handle the sheer thickness of it all. He may be a champion swimmer, but this bitch had a few more things to learn about deepthroating a cock, Despatie thought as he continued to force more and more cock down Phelps' throat, his red lips wrapped around the tree trunk like shaft, struggling to contain it all.
As Phelps continued to attempt to gobble down more and more of the Canadian sausage, he began to gag, the cock just too big, even for his own slut throat. Phelps attempted to pull up, his lungs burning for air, his lips needing a break from being stretched. But Despatie would have none of it. A smirk spread across his face as he forced Phelps even deeper onto his cock, making him take it all, until his cock finally passed Phelps' gag point. Despatie was now buried in Phelps' mouth, his cock resting comfortably in the swimmer's throat and his balls resting on his chin. He could only look down with pleasure at the handsome stud's face impaled on his cock, his eyes watering, as he took Phelps by the head and started face fucking him, deep and long.
As Despatie forced Phelps to gobble down cock, Daley was enjoying his first fuck. Being only 14, his parents had had him on a short leash his whole life, but tonight he had gotten away, and he was going to make this night count. Watching his glistening pole piston in and out of the well-worked hole of one of his Olympic heroes, he could not believe how tight and eager the older stud writhing beneath him was, how willing he was to get fucked by a big dicked stud such as himself, 9 years his junior.
As Daley began to thrust deep inside Phelps, he was amazed at how the swimming stud was taking such a hard and eager fuck. Every thrust from Daley was met with a backward push from Phelps, the Olympic sized whore eager to feel the young Olympian's cock rock his bruised and battered prostate. Daley marveled at how the young cunt he was fucking still managed to grip him like a glove, how the tight ring still struggled to close around his pistoning cock, eager to expel the invader, but powerless to actually do it. It was like Phelps' cunt was designed to take cocks and he was taking Daley like an expert. The young cum bucket swimmer had taken so many before, yet his hole remained tight, the walls of his ass sucking themselves around Daley's cock, the resisting sphincter ring not allowing the flared cock head of Daley to escape.
"Yeah, I am really working this twat of his, really making him feel what it's like to have a proper loaded weapon deep inside him." Daley remarked to Despatie, the Canadian lost in his own world of forcing Phelps impossibly deep down on his cock, loving the vibrations his throat was making on his cock.
Daley continued to pummel Phelps in the most unforgiving way imaginable, punishing the ass, giving it a workout, not only making it memorable for his first time fucking ass, but making sure that Phelps would never forget the young diver from the United Kingdom with a huge cock which had made him whine like a little girl as he plundered his inner most regions.
Daley knew he was hitting Phelps' g-spot with his head and shaft every time he thrust into the ass of the American. Phelps was rock hard, his cock dangling below him, a pool of pre-cum collecting on the white tile below him. Reaching between the legs of his conquest, Daley collected some in his hand and spread it on his own cock and around Phelps' tight ring, giving the little slut beneath him a little more lube for the fucking he was taking.
Phelps was in heaven, his whole body shuddering at the sensations he was experiencing in his ass and throat, his cock twitching below him, his ass having mini-orgasms, his whole body rocked by the waves of lust and ecstasy that was washing over him, knowing that he was little more than a plaything to these two horned up studs standing over him, abusing his body the best way they knew how.
It went on for quite some time, with Daley unrelenting in his assault on Phelps' ass and Despatie loving the face fucking he was giving his American slut.
Suddenly, Daley began to breath heavier, started to lay into Phelps harder, his balls bouncing off Phelps' ass, audible slapping filling the room with noise. The long dicking was gone, Daley was now intent on giving short quick punishing jabs, maximizing the pleasure he was experiencing while maximizing the ecstasy for Phelps. It didn't take long for Daley to reach climax from that point, as the young pup was eager to breed his first ass. Burying his cock to the root in Phelps' ass, he unleashed blast after blast of the freshest, juiciest, creamiest cum one could ever imagine deep inside Phelps' intestines, unloading load after load until the ass beneath him felt so full. He couldn't hear Phelps scream though; all Daley could hear was a muffled wail as Despatie continued to abuse Phelps' sore throat.
Daley withdrew from the spent ass before him, his rapidly deflating cock coming to rest atop his heavy balls, resembling something like an elephant's trunk.
"You did real good bitch, you did real good." Was all Daley could get out as he patted Phelps on his firm ass.
Withdrawing his own donkey dick from Phelps' mouth, Despatie looked inquisitively at the young Daley.
"Yeah, he was a good little bitch, but now let's see how well you can handle him!" Despatie said as he crossed over to Daley, Phelps finally getting up from his doggy style position, glad he could stretch his tight and tiring muscles.
"What the fuck you talking about Alex, we just said that so we could get a shot at his slut ass, and we have, let's just get out of here already." Daley said a slight smile and grin trying to cover up the fear that was evident in his eyes.
Tackling the young Daley, it was only a matter of seconds before the bigger, stronger and older Despatie had the young Englishman pinned on his back on the floor on which they just fucked Phelps. Despatie took firm hold of Daley's shoulders, holding them down, while Phelps, eager to get his first taste of a virgin ass in quite some time, took hold of the flailing and struggling legs, locking them in place, spreading them out, revealing the tight hole that the bubble butt of the English diver protected.
"Oh god, stop, stop, I don't want this, please, stop!" Daley cried out, protesting the predicament he found himself in. But try as he might, he could not escape from these two studs; they were just too big and strong to overpower. Struggling against his captors, he could feel something warm and sticky against his ass, realizing it to be the puddle of pre-cum Phelps had been leaking only moments earlier when he had been taking it up the rear on the floor.
Struggling to hold him, Despatie looked up at Phelps. "What are you waiting for, plug him already!"
Phelps just stood there, looking down at the young man beneath him. He was so young, so boyish, his developing body just beginning to form the pecs and abdominal muscles so prevalent in the men of his sport. He looked down at the lithe and lanky body, at the clenched ass hole, wondering if someone so young would be able to handle something as big as his cock. But he also remembered how cocky he had been, how vain he had been, how he had been so eager to fuck his own asshole, but not ready to give up his. Phelps had made up his mind, he was going to fuck this young shit silly, and enjoy every second of popping this young Olympian's cherry.
Lining his cock missile up to the virgin hole, Phelps thrust forward, the virgin hole denying him entrance. The second attempt was too much for Daley, and Phelps' cock head powered past his resisting ring. Daley's eyes shot open, his screams of protest dying in his throat, as Phelps popped his anal cherry. Daley could only lay there, a low deep breath escaping his lips as he tried to scream but could not. Phelps just kept powering in, feeling the tight ring stretch wider than any shit Daley had ever taken, feeling the tight chute stretch and widen to accommodate the sizable intruder that was Phelps' cock.
As he slid in inch after inch, Despatie looked down from his vantage point, enjoying the scene of his young diving opponent getting split open by a hard and eager cock. "Yeah, that's right, shove it up there, bury it in him, and let him know what it's like to be fucked by a real man."
Phelps bottomed out, his pelvis coming to rest against the spread open buttocks of the young Daley. Despatie finally let his gaze fall from the penetration of Daley's ass, and looked back at his young fellow diver, the Englishman's mouth agape, his tongue hanging out. "Well, no use in letting that pretty face go to waste." Despatie sneered, as he let go of the now no longer struggling Daley and squatted over the handsome young diver, his ass planted right in front of Daley's open mouth.
Wiggling his ass, Despatie egged the young Daley on. "Come on bitch, lick it up, lap it up like the bitch you are." Despatie said as he grinded his ass into Daley's face.
When Daley cautiously sticking his tongue out, Despatie capitalized on the moment and began to rub his ass crack up and down the English tongue, letting Daley get a taste of a real man, letting him inhale the scent of sweat and chlorine.
As he lay there, virgin ass getting plugged by Phelps, tongue buried in Despatie's crack, it was like a switch went on in Daley's head. The sheer pain he had been experiencing from Phelps turned to sheer pleasure, the disgust at licking Despatie's crack turned to lust.
Spreading his legs, allowing Phelps even deeper access to the unspoiled depths of his ass, Daley began to dive into Despatie's ass, munching at the tight hole which hovered above him.
In no time, Daley had his tongue buried deep in Despatie's hole, darting in and out like a snake, running it around the tight ring, loving the taste of the bubble butt above him. His hands were exploring Despatie's hot quads and hamstrings, rubbing him down like a horse in lather, rubbing him like crazy. Daley buried his tongue even further in the amazing ass offered up before him; he licked the sweat off the quads and balls, loving the pungent taste as it assaulted his taste buds.
All the while Phelps plowed into Daley as hard as he could. Phelps knew he was a bottom slut, his ass was made for cock, but he was also a man, and the chance to get to fuck a virgin ass, especially one as tight and young as Tom Daley's was making him go wild. Looking down at the hole he was plowing, what was once so tight, so pure, was now red, raw and sore, and yet like a proper slut, Daley backed onto every thrust, taking Phelps deeper and deeper inside of him. As Phelps continued to fuck, he was amazed at how much Daley loved the fucking. It wasn't long before Phelps had found the perfect spot in Daley's tight ass and began drilling it, banging it again and again, and again. He no longer long-dicked the boy, he was just brutally raping the ass before him, and Daley was going wild, loving every minute of it.
Seeing Daley beginning to love getting fucked, Despatie removed himself from Daley's face, and pushed Phelps out of the way, Phelps' hard cock slipping out of Daley's clenching hole. "Thanks for warming him up for me, but I think it's my turn to breed this kid's fucking ass." Despatie said as he glided his massive cock into the yawning hole of Daley.
Daley was not ready for such an immense cock, and his yells filled the room, his eyes stinging with tears as they started to roll down his face.
"Oh god, you are too big, it hurts; stop, it hurts." Daley cried, but they fell on deaf ears. Despatie wanted to feel his pure boy once-virgin tightness; he wanted to feel the ass before him try to stop his throbbing cock, only to later submit to the powerful thrusts inside of his boy cunt. Loving the extreme tightness wrapped around his cock, Despatie loved looking at Daley's seriously gaping hole, begging to be filled by big cock. He could only imagine the long hours Daley would have of fingering his now well-stretched ring, just prodding his ass, remembering this threesome. Thinking of this, Despatie's cock began to swell and twitch, proving that he didn't have much longer to go.
Watching as Phelps pointed his cock directly at Daley's face, now contorted in pain; Despatie blew his wad deep inside Daley, filling the hungry gut with his hot jizz. At the same moment, Phelps blew his own load all over Daley's face, his hot creamy cum mixing with the hot tears rolling down Daley's face, as he came to terms with just having lost his virginity by these two studs.
As Phelps and Despatie stood up, they looked down at their young cock slut. So eager to experience man on man sex, and now so experienced.
"What do you say we cool this little bitch down, what do you say we hose him off." Despatie says, as he pointed his now softening dick at Daley's face.
Knowing what he had in store, Phelps nodded and pointed his own dick at Daley, forcing himself to relax, letting his warm piss spray out of his cock and onto the panting, and sweating, cum covered face of Tom Daley. At first disgusted, Daley knew that the pounding he had just taken was so right, so good, and so natural, that he would never be the same again. He embraced being pissed upon, as they soaked his face, hair and developing body in their warm pee. This felt so right, he had enjoyed being a bitch to these two men, and this act of degradation was a rite of passage for any good bottom bitch.
As Despatie and Phelps pissed on their victim, Phelps could help but think that this was some sort of sacred right, some sort of ritual, a baptism of sorts. He knew he would not be around forever, hell, who even knew if he would be in the London Olympics in 4 years, but this little stud would be, and by pissing on him, he was inaugurating him, consecrating him as the little cum bucket, the little cock slut of the future, the athlete who would replace him as the whore of the Games.
As their pissing subsided, Phelps could only look down and be jealous of Daley, jealous of all the hot cocks he would taste, all the hot cocks he would have fill his ass. He was the future.
Feeling Despatie slap him on the ass and congratulate him for both his top and bottom skills snapped Phelps out of his solitary moment. What was he thinking!? Sure, Daley was now a bottom slut and a damn good one too, but Phelps was the golden boy at these games, his was the ass everyone wanted, and damn he was going to make sure his hungry ass got as much as it wanted.
Walking away with Despatie and leaving the piss covered Daley on the floor, Phelps knew that these Olympics were his, both in and out of the water, and he was going to make every day count.
That is the end of part 5; sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoyed reading it. I've been getting great responses so far and I would love to keep this going even after the Olympics as long as there is interest, so please keep the feedback, comments and suggestions coming. I am always more apt to keep something going when I know people enjoy reading it. Let me know what you think and what you would like to see next at badboy50040@hotmail.com
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