Tom Daley: After the Olympics
The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The people depicted in the fiction are real but are treated as characters for the purpose of this story. The author and text in no way imply knowledge of their true sexuality, nor are events depicted in this story in any way related to real-life events and are only the imaginings of the author.
The story deals with adult themes including homosexual sexual acts and uses language that some may deem offensive. Those who may be offended by such depictions or those who are under-age in their area for the access of such material are advised not to read.
The Olympic flame in London had long since been extinguished but for Tom Daley and the rest of the team GB athletes, the real fun was just beginning. Tom had fought with his whole heart during the solo diving competition to win GB an emotional bronze and the fan mail and tweets had been pouring in since. Although he and his fellow team mates were on a whirlwind media tour, Tom had tried to read as many of the letters, tweets and messages as he could. Most were congratulations and thanks from the people of the UK but some contained something much more interesting. Tom couldn't believe how many messages he had been receiving from guys, begging to fuck him and worship his body. Tom scoured his fan mail and private messages for the ones that were sent with pictures of guys naked and hard. The media tour had taken Tom all over the UK and he had selected the best guys for each area and enlisted his PA to hook him up with them. The tour was turning into something of a fuckfest, with threesomes or two or three different guys in one night becoming the norm. Indeed, he had been late for more than a few morning interviews, still fiercely riding a young stud's dick as he should have been going out live on some dire local radio station.
If anything it was getting a little boring for Tom. All these fans wanted to do was worship him. It was always the same. First they would want him in his team GB speedos where they would gape open mouthed at his perfect tanned body, before peeling them down and going crazy for his chunky dick. Tom longed for something different. He wanted to be pounded and treated roughly, pinned and fucked like he was a little bitch, not a godly sports star. Luckily he had an idea how he might get it. The media tour was headed back to London tonight for a pre-Paralympics concert and awards night. All the team GB athletes were scheduled to be there, but frankly even the hottest guys on that team weren't worth Tom's time. However, he had heard that new swimming superstar, Ryan Lochte was to attend the star-studded bash and more interestingly that not only did Ryan have more than a passing interest in guys but was hung like a porn star and fucked like one too.
It was more than just his looks that had drawn Tom in though. During the games, he had managed to catch a couple of Ryan's swim finals in the pool and watching his drive, power and charm had inspired Tom to new heights, both in his own diving and his long nights in his Olympic village bed with nothing but his hand for company. Now, getting ready into his sharp tuxedo in his hotel suite, Tom wondered if Ryan would even know who he was; a bronze in diving would hardly have made the news in America, and Tom suddenly felt like his old self again, nervous and unsure, still a boy of 18. He reached for the vodka and tonic he had poured earlier and brought it to his lips, watching himself in the mirror. After everything he had achieved, that self-doubt could still rise up. As he swallowed the bitter drink, he thought of the years of bullying and the death of his father which lay behind him like a broken road, but from this pain and sadness a strength had also grown. He had talent and power, especially over women and gay men who fell at his charms. Truly, he could have anyone he wanted and for the first time in his life he was riding high. He downed the vodka, ruffled his dark hair and walked out of the hotel suite into the cool August evening.
The bash was in full swing when Tom arrived with his team mates from GB diving. They had been drinking champagne and shots in the limo and things had got pretty wild. Now they each dispersed into the party, some to the bar, some to dance and some to mingle with new friends. Tom's head felt fuzzy and his body and dick warm as he surveyed the huge hall. The neat tables with Olympic table cloths had long been forgotten and people were dancing all over or hanging in large groups. He spotted Ryan, his huge physique and chiselled looks unmistakable, almost immediately. He must have been surrounded by almost twenty girls, each hanging onto his every word and giggling pathetically at his goofy dance moves. Well, that was that, Tom thought to himself, instantly deflating. Looks like the rumours weren't so true after all. Stalking off into one of the ornate corridors that bordered the room, Tom grabbed a glass of champagne off a waiter, downing it in one. He was frustrated. He had come with one thing in mind, and even though he knew it had been ridiculous, he could hardly go back out there and pretend to be having a good time with his friends when the man he wanted more than anything was getting rubbed by twenty dripping pussies right next to him.
Tom kicked the wall, damaging the expensive gold gilding which ran around the bottom of the corridors, before sighing and letting his head fall into his arms against the red wallpaper.
"Something the matter dude?" A deep American drawl snapped Tom out of his self pity. Looking up his eyes grew wide as the impressive form of Ryan Lochte stood but two metres in front of him, his winning smile seeming to fill the entire space and make Tom feel even more light headed.
"No. No. Just resting." Tom said, cringing with how lame he was managing to be already.
"So too tired to party huh? Maybe you should get some sleep?" Ryan said, his smile growing wider. "Unless that is, you feel like carrying on the party some?" He continued, holding out a drink. Tom nervously took the small glass, which seemed tiny in Ryan's huge hands and tried to look as sexy as possible as he took a gulp. The shock of pure vodka was too much and Tom started coughing and spluttering, turning red in the face. He now felt like a complete dork but Ryan was still smiling and came closer, slapping tom helpfully on the back.
"Sorry, probably should of warned you. I take my vodka neat" He laughed before downing his own drink in one. "So you're that British diving dude huh? I watched your final, you were pretty?awesome." Ryan continued in his deep voice.
"Thanks, yeah that's me" Tom smiled back now, happy for the recognition. "I watched you too?of course?like everyone." Tom finished awkwardly.
"Yeah well I was just happy I didn't have to wear your sports kit. Not a lot left to the imagination was there" Ryan chuckled. "Not that I minded of course." A more intense silence came between them now as blue eyes met brown and shared an understanding, which began to stir Tom's cock underneath his suit trousers. "Say, I have a suite booked in the hotel upstairs and there's more of a private party going on up there if you wanted?" Ryan asked, his hand coming to rest on Tom's smaller but muscular shoulder.
"Absolutely!" Tom said a little too keenly and they both let out a nervous laugh. The atmosphere in the elevator up to floor seven was sparked with tension. Although the two young sport stars only talked about swimming and joked about the girls downstairs, there was a fierce undercurrent between them which filled the small space with an electricity and heat. They paused outside room 307 as Ryan fumbled in his jacket pocket for his key. "Welcome to a Lochte private party" he said as he swung open the suite door to reveal a beautiful hotel room with a four-poster bed, but there were definitely no other people invited to this party. Tom's dick jumped to attention as he realised the truth; he had just been invited back to Ryan Lochte's suite alone. This was the party.
"You make yourself at home. Pour us some drinks." Ryan said before disappearing off into a neighbouring room. Tom's hands were shaking as he moved across to the bureau and clumsily poured two whiskeys. He glanced around, the room was immaculate and the bed inviting. He hoped beyond hope his face would be pressed into those pillows later tonight.
A small, deep cough made Tom turn around and his eyes grew wide as he took in the sight in front of him. Ryan stood entirely naked in the doorway across from him. As Tom's eyes made their way up the Adonis in front of him beautiful big feet and powerful legs gave way to a perfect dick; a large thick shaft and sexy hair on the sides of ryan's thighs. His huge chest seemed to go on for ever and even after all this, that gorgeous face and winning smile and eyes which were both fixed right on Tom.
"Now the party can start huh?" He said winking at Tom. "I play rough though. Just to warn you." Electricity was shooting through Tom into his dick. He was hard as rock just looking at Ryan.
"Just how I like it" Tom smiled back coyly.
"You little sexy fucker." Ryan growled, his giant form advancing on Tom before pulling him into a rough kiss. Tom could feel Ryan's hardening dick pressing into his own stomach as the boys forced their tongues into each other's mouths. Tom's hands were running wild over Ryan's smooth body, across his huge back, down to a perfect arse where he let the tips of his fingers run into the crack and touch Ryan's hole, making him thrust his now fully hard dick into Tom.
Suddenly, Ryan pulled back. "Strip for me now" he commanded.
"Sure" Tom answered, happy to show off his own perfect but smaller body.
Ryan walked to the bureau, his thick cock bobbing up and down and grabbed the two whiskeys. He handed one to Tom before moving across to the bed and sitting down. He nodded his head with a smile, motioning for Tom to begin the show. Tom downed the whiskey in one enjoying the burn in his throat and walked to the space in front of Ryan, who was now slowly running a hand up and down his own shaft, his eyes never leaving Tom.
Tom felt brave and powerful at the thought of this older, sexy guy wanting to see him strip and slipped his suit jacket to the floor. Unbuttoning his shirt he saw Ryan lick his lips and he let the shirt drop to the floor slowly, giving the sexy swimmer time to take in all of Tom's muscles. Next he unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall open at the front slightly. He turned away from Ryan and let them drop to the floor, knowing his perfect bubble butt, squeezed into his tight white boxers would be driving Ryan wild. He turned back around, his own dick now fully hard, obscenely stretching the material of the boxers so that the head was visible through.
"Come here" Ryan said firmly. Tom stood in front of the bed, his hands on Ryan's huge shoulders. Ryan reached out and began to firmly stroke Tom's dick beneath the material, leaning forward to lick and kiss all over his stomach and upper legs. Ryan's hands and tongue felt amazing, and shivers were running through Tom and down his legs.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard. I'm gonna fuck you 'til you cum" Ryan was saying between kisses and licks, now moving onto the head of Tom's dick, fiercely sucking and licking through the material. Tom couldn't take any more of the teasing and pulled his boxers down in one motion. His thick cock had been bursting to be set free and sprung up into Ryan's face who wasted no time and took the dick in one into his mouth and down his throat. Tom let out a fierce groan and allowed himself to move in and out of Ryan's mouth, fucking his face slowly at first. Ryan was gripping Tom's arse tightly, forcing him further in, and Tom needed no encouragement. He fucked harder and faster, spit dripping down Ryan's chin as he took the younger boy's dick deeper and deeper in his throat.
Suddenly Ryan pulled back and quickly spun Tom around so that perfect bubble butt was in his face. He pushed on Tom's lower back making him bend down to reveal more of his sweet hole. Ryan kissed fiercely the soft skin around the hole before quickly darting his tongue over the slit. Tom was being driven wild and pushed back onto the tongue begging Ryan to go deeper. Neither could resist long and soon Ryan's tongue was boring deep into Tom's hole, opening him up with waves of pleasure.
Still bent over, Tom was gagging to hold on to Ryan's thick pole as he was tongue fucked. He reached between his own legs and grabbed the end of Ryan's hard dick, finding it already wet with pre cum. Ryan thrust up into his hand before suddenly lifting himself right up off the bed, carrying Tom by his legs up as well. Now standing, Ryan was holding Tom upside down splitting his legs and licking deep into his hole. Tom now being suspended could take Ryan's pulsing dick into his mouth and savoured the taste of man, sweat and pre-cum.
After a minute or two, Ryan moved his huge arms down around Tom's waist and turned, throwing him roughly onto the bed. He went back over to the bureau and pulled out a condom and some lube, still wanking his thick meat.
"You want me to fuck you?" Ryan growled, opening the condom with his teeth.
Tom was in ecstasy. His hole was still dripping with spit and now the moment had come, he was going to be fucked by Ryan Lochte. Dreams do come true Tom smiled to himself.
"Fuck me hard."
"Put this on with your mouth" Ryan said holding out the condom. Tom was only too happy to oblige and moved to the edge of the bed where Ryan's dick was waiting. He used his lips to roll the condom down, taking the meat as far down his throat as he could before Ryan pulled back, a familiar, dirty smile on his face.
"On your front" He commanded. Tom lay down his face in a pillow. He felt Ryan spread his legs wide and he lifted his hips so his hole was spread, waiting and ready for the pleasure. Ryan's big hands pushed down on Tom's back and he felt the pressure of a dick push slightly into his hole. The first wave of pain and pleasure rolled over Tom as Ryan eased himself further in, groaning with pleasure.
"Fuck me" Tom begged, the slow entry too much to bear. Ryan did as he was told and pushed his full sheathed dick deep into Tom who let out a gasp and groan all at once. Ryan began to fuck then, pushing deeper and deeper his thrusts becoming faster. He moved one hand, pushing Tom's face further into the pillow. Tom loved the feeling of complete helplessness as this Hercules of a man pounded his ass and pinned him down. Both of the boys were groaning and crying out with each thrust as Ryan kept the pace, his years of endurance training not wasted.
Tom's ass was on fire with pleasure, his legs weak, but it wasn't over yet. Ryan pulled Tom up, kissing him roughly before laying down himself, his dick pointing to the roof of the four poster.
"Ride me until you come." Ryan said, his hands softly running up and down Tom's torso. Climbing on top, Top felt a renewed wave of pleasure as the dick filled him up again, only this time he was in control. He rode Ryan hard and fast, slipping up and down his pole while wanking himself. Meeting eyes with Ryan he leaned down and kissed him, their tongues caressing as fiercely as their dick and ass. Suddenly it was too much, the pleasure was running in waves as Tom slipped up and down Ryan's dick and Ryan too was thrusting hard up to meet Tom with every rise, and Tom felt the rush building inside of him. His dick grew stronger and he arched his back, groaning loudly.
"I'm going to come" he groaned. Ryan's dick felt huge in his ass as all his muscles tightened together and oblivion came over him. He came then, the first shot of cum covering Ryan's neck and upper chest, the next two onto his tight stomach. Tom felt his body go numb and fiery all at once as the last few spurts went onto Ryan.
Watching the young diver shoot hard and fast had pushed Ryan over the edge. He pulled Tom off his cock and laid him on his back; ripping of the condom he reached the young boy's face just in time with his dick to shot his huge load over Tom's beautiful face and into his waiting open mouth. He pushed the last drips of cum on his dick down into Tom's mouth and throat, gently thrusting in and out as the pleasure ran through him and faded.
Sinking down into the bed next to Tom, he pulled him into an embrace, their heavy breathing loud in the now silent room, the loads of cum on each of them rubbing onto the other and down onto the sheets.