Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2013 15:36:52 +0000
From: Joe MLT <boyone1234@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diving with Daley - Part 1

This is a work of pure fiction and should not be interpreted as to reflect
the reality and the sexual orientation of the celebrity involved.

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I must admit from the start that I'm one of those thousands who've followed
the Olympics only to see Tom Daley in his bulging speedos and showing off
his ripped, muscular body. Being a closeted gay teen made it extremely
difficult for me not to stare and drool at his perfect build every time I
saw him. So after winning a bronze medal, and rising in glory and fame, Tom
became my number one fantasy. Looking at his photos was enough to make me
wish I could see him even for a while and from a distance. I literally
became obsessed that I wanted to see him. So when I saw an advert on his
page promoting a diving session with him, I knew I had to buy a ticket and
go, even if it cost a fortune. And so I did, and on the day of the session,
I was on my way to Central London to be part of this spectacle of flesh.

Hi, I'm Joe, aged 18. I've know I was gay since I was 12, but it was a
secret too big to reveal to my conservative family. With all my friends
getting laid every weekend, I was the odd one out, and doubts were already
being raised about my being `different' than the rest. I had a couple of
girlfriends now and then, but they all realized that I was too incompatible
with their tastes. Afraid of getting caught, I was still a very suppressed
and horny virgin. So it's no surprise that as soon as I arrived at the pool
area and saw everyone in his speedos, my pants started to tent up.

It was at the same exact moment that Tom arrived, tan as always and more
beautiful than I had ever seen him on TV. Charming and full of bubbly joy,
he got to know our names- we were around twenty, and then started the
session, showing several tricks and helping us when necessary; one exciting
hour went by too quickly to be noticed by any of us. Personally, I felt
like melting on the spot when it was my turn to dive with him. Gently, he
looked into my eyes and said `you're ready?', before plunging with me into
the vast blue space beneath us. And when he congratulated me for a `good
jump', I felt like grabbing him and kissing his face off. Luckily he didn't
notice my boner; he was too occupied to do that. After some parting
farewells and autograph sessions, we were constrained to leave. Tom, we
were told, will be taking a shower before attending other engagements he
had.

I was already halfway through the hallway when I remembered that I had
forgotten my wallet on the poolside benches. Hastily, I ran to get it
back. The coast was clear and the doors were still open. I must admit that
I tried to check whether Tom was still there. He wasn't. So after going to
the bench and grabbing my wallet, I turned to go back...

Facing me, just a meter away was Tom Daley- not only shirtless, but also
pantless. Completely naked, he looked at me with an expression that was as
surprised as it was annoyed. Still in my speedos, my instincts took over,
urging me to look at his torso, then at his semi-hard monster, still
soaking wet from his shower. My reaction was immediate, and now we were
alone- Tom couldn't but see the tent bulging from my tight cover. I tried
to mutter something, to make good for the extremely embarrassing
situation. Yet he just smiled, and told me `So you've come for an extra
private session, haven't you?'.


To be continued

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