Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2008 13:32:20 -0400
From: Bad Boy <badboy50040@hotmail.com>
Subject: Phelps in Beijing 3

This story is of course fiction and is not intended to imply anything about
the true sexuality of Michael Phelps, Alain Bernard, Frederick Bousquet,
Fabien Gilot and Amaury Leveaux or anyone else mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.

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	Alain Bernard was still bummed out over the French's 4x100
freestyle relay team's second place finishing to that of the Americans.
Prior to the race, he had said a few words concerning the chances of the
American relay team winning gold in the race, indicating that he and his
fellow countrymen would smash the Americans.  Far from getting lost in the
shuffle with the dozens of other stories coming out of the Olympics, it was
picked up by the international press and soon was printed in every
newspaper, shown on every television set.

	While he and his countrymen had indeed swum a strong race, disaster
had struck during the last leg of the race.  While he was enjoying a
comfortable lead going into the final leg, somehow the American Jason Lezak
was able to erase his lead and win the relay by only a few hundredths of a
second.  Alain was forced to eat his words, and he never enjoyed having to
do that.

	While he was upset with Jason Lezak for making him look like a
fool, he figured he would be able to show him up in the 100m freestyle swim
that was scheduled to take place in a few days time, thus satisfying his
anger with the American. Instead, where his real anger lay, was in the
figure of Michael Phelps.

	While swimmers from all over the world were competing at these
Olympic Games, the only one the media seemed interested in was Michael
Phelps, America's so called golden boy who had his eyes set on winning 8
gold medals.  Though he would never admit it, Alain was jealous of the
attention Phelps was getting.  Other swimmers like him were merely
footnotes in the sports pages or obstacles that Phelps had to get through
in order to become the greatest Olympian ever.  Combined with the fact that
he had been on the American's 4x100m freestyle relay team which had
defeated him, Alain was more upset than ever and was determined to get his
revenge.

	Sitting in his room in the Olympic Athletes Village in Beijing,
Alain was waiting for his honored guest.  Earlier that night he had been
waiting to congratulate Phelps on his victory after the medal ceremony, but
as soon as it had concluded, Phelps had disappeared.  Deciding that he
probably went to change, Alain figured he would go over the plan in his
mind one last time while Phelps changed in the lockers and wait for him to
come out.  Alain waited around for what seemed like forever until he
finally saw Ryk Neethling emerge from the locker room.  Asking if Phelps
was still in there, Ryk gave the Frenchman a sly smile and merely said that
Phelps was cleaning up and should be out in a few minutes before he
departed.  Still wondering what the South African meant when he said
"cleaning up", Alain waited ten more minutes until Phelps finally emerged
from the locker room.

	Running up to greet him, Alain congratulated him on he and his
teammates race and hoped that there were not going to be any hard feelings
between them or their teams.  Phelps, perhaps a little naively, merely said
that it was not a problem and the whole controversy was just water under
the bridge as far as he was concerned.

	"Thanks, nice to hear that coming from you." Alain said.  "By the
way, would you be interested in stopping over to my room for a little bit
later tonight?  I'd love to pick your brain on how you are able to do all
that you do, maybe even pick up a little advantage for myself by learning
directly from the master himself." Alain said with a wink.

	"Oh, boy, I appreciate the offer, but I am trying to stick to my
regimen, I've still got a few races to go." Phelps said, disappointed to
let Alain down.

	"I completely understand, but it will only be for a few minutes,
just to say I had the greatest Olympian of all time in my room would be an
honor.  Come on, it will only be for little while." Alain was laying it on
thick, but Phelps was completely unaware.

	"Well, I guess it can't hurt for a few minutes, besides, I've
hardly been able to spend time with anyone other than my coach, and it
would be nice to meet some new people." Phelps said, his cheeks blushing
slightly, embarrassed by the praise Alain was giving him.

	"Great then, I'll see you in an hour or so, looking forward to it."
Alain said as he turned to go.  His plan was working perfectly.

	Like most everyone else at the Olympics, Alain was well aware of
Phelps and how he liked the men.  Sitting in his room at the Olympic
Athletes Village in just his tightest pair of white bikini underwear, Alain
was sure that Phelps would not be able to resist his offer.  He, like most
swimmers, knew they had the finest bodies on Earth, and when coupled with
the fact that Alain was a bit conceited by nature, made him all the more
sure that Phelps would do whatever he asked.

	There was a knock on the door and in walked Michael Phelps, clad in
the warm up suit he had been wearing poolside.

	"Hey Alain, it's me, just thought I'd let myself in and..." He was
stopped in mid-sentence as he finally took note of the tall, lean and toned
figure of Alain sitting on his bed, clad in only a clingy pair of underwear
that left little to the imagination.  "Maybe I should come back another
time." Phelps said as he turned to go.

	"Just come in and shut the door." Alain said with such an air of
authority that Michael followed his orders without even thinking. "It's no
secret you like cock, and I invited you up here to let you sample some of
the best around, so why don't we cut out the pleasantries and get to the
real fun." Alain said as he rubbed his ample cock through the thin fabric
of his underwear.

	Looking at Alain's handsome face, and then down his masculine and
defined body and finally stopping to look at the basket of his underwear
and the sizable lump it contained, Phelps knew he could not resist an offer
such as Alain was proposing, and began to move toward the bed, stripping
off his jacket, leaving him in only his warm up pants.

	Dropping to his knees in front of the French god, Phelps buried his
face into the crotch of Alain Bernard, smelling the masculine scent coming
from between this man's muscled thighs.  Gripping the waistband of Alain's
underwear, Phelps looked up for approval before proceeding.  Lifting his
ass up slightly from the bed, Alain gave Phelps a nod in return, Phelps
pulling down Alain's underwear, sliding them down his thighs, massive and
hard as iron, letting them fall down to the Frenchman's ankles.  Admiring
the prize which lay before him, Phelps licked his lips as he took in the
sight of the semi-hard cock that lay before him.  It was a large one to be
sure, 6.5" it looked to be right now and probably somewhere between 9" or
10" when fully erect, with a large foreskin that covered the head.  Taking
it into his warm hand, Phelps pealed back the hood of Alain's cock and bent
down over it, licking it with his tongue, teasing the piss slit.

	It did not take much work from Phelps for Alain to reach his full
potential, as the thought of this American swimmer before him, the pleasure
he was giving him and Alain's own plans for tonight combined to make him as
horny as he had ever been.  With his massive 10" cock now fully hard, he
let Michael go to town, slobbering over and slathering his blue-ribbon cock
with attention.

	Phelps quickly sucked in the first 5" of Alain's cock into his
mouth and used every trick he knew to please his French master.  Circling
the flared head with his tongue, licking the sensitive underside and
sometimes flicking the head with his tongue, all in the hopes of making
Alain happy. While his mouth and tongue were busy, Michael's hands also
went to work, with one taking hold of Alain's massive organ at its base and
stroking it, while the other toyed and played with his impressive balls,
rolling them around in his hand, feeling the weight and warmth radiating
from them, no doubt from the copious amounts of cum boiling in them,
begging for release.  Once, Phelps even let the cock leave his mouth so he
could lick the prominent shark tattoo which was located just above Alain's
pelvis.

	Alain was in heaven, leaning back, his arms behind him resting on
the bed, supporting his tall and muscular frame, his head thrown back, his
eyes rolling back in his head, enjoying the head he was getting from his
rival.  Alain would coo and moan, letting Phelps know that he was doing one
hell of a job sucking his prick, totally lost in the sensations Phelps was
giving his cock.  While Alain was a proud Frenchman, and believed the
French to be superior in most things, he may have to reconsider cock
sucking, as the American kneeling before him, was giving him one of the
best ever.  Alain relished the slurping and sucking sounds coming from
Phelps, as he struggled to take Alain's entire dick.

	Looking down at his subservient rival, Alain was struck at how
every once in awhile; Phelps' eyes would roll up in order to catch a
glimpse of Alain's face, to see if he was pleasing his French master.
Alain was reminded of how when a puppy dog would beg for scraps of food
from a table, the whites of his eyes would show as he looked up at his
master; this was the same sensation he was getting by looking into Phelps'
own brown eyes.

	Eager to take control even further, Alain leaned forward to place a
hand on the back of Michael's head, forcing him down on his dong even
further.  Leaving his other hand resting on the bed, he used it as leverage
to face fuck the Olympic icon.  Raising his ass off the bed in a rhythm, he
began to pump his cock in and out of Phelps' throat, forcing it deeper and
deeper with each thrust.  Feeling his cock hit the back of Michael's
throat, he wanted it to go even deeper, and continued to force feed Phelps'
his prick.  Finally, he felt Phelps' nose come to rest in his small patch
of pubic hair, Michael's chin resting on his balls, and let it sit there,
enjoying the feeling of having his monster dick buried in this American's
throat.

	He could hear Phelps begin to gag, as he rarely had a cock this
large to service, and never had had one that he had been forced to deep
throat, but Alain kept his hand on the back of Michael's held, holding him
there even as Phelps attempted to pull off the dick buried in his throat,
his lungs and brain begging him for air.  Alain was no fool though, he knew
Michael and most swimmers had amazing lung capacity and continued to hold
him there for a few seconds, until finally letting him come up for air.

	However, far from being a turn off for Phelps, it only served to
increase his already active sex drive, and within moments, Phelps was back
on Alain's cock, sucking the spongy tube with his able and willing mouth.

	The vacuum like seal Phelps had on Alain's dick was mind-numbing
and he knew it would not be long before he would cum, but he had to hold
off for the next phase he had planned.  As Michael continued to expertly
suck the Frenchman's cock, there came a knock at the door.  As Michael
panicked, he let the cock slip from his mouth as he stood up, however,
Alain was much calmer, even seeming a bit relived as he continued to
recline on the bed, simply turning his head to the door and saying "Enter."

	As the door opened in walked the other three members of the French
4x100m freestyle team, Frederick Bousquet, Fabien Gilot and Amaury Leveaux.
As Michael was still reeling from their sudden appearance, it did little to
take any of the edge off his sexual fervor, as his cock was rock hard,
making a noticeable tent in his warm-up pants.

	Alain merely nodded at his fellow countryman and then turned to
Phelps.

	"We decided we could use a little more practice as a relay team,
and thought your ass would make the perfect workout, so why don't you be a
good little slut like we know you are and take off those pants for us."
Alain said.

	While Alain was giving Phelps his ultimatum, the three other
Frenchmen were already stripping out of their clothes and underwear,
standing there naked before him.  They apparently had been standing at the
door, listening to the sounds of sex that had been coming from the two
great swimmers, and playing with themselves at the same time, as to
Michael's pleasant surprise, each one of the Frenchman were hard and erect
as soon as their clothes hit the floor.  While each of their bodies was
without fault, none of them had a cock that could rival Alain's.  Leveaux
and Gilot both had cock's that were about 7", while Bousquet, with his
longer hair was closer to 8", but it was clear who the alpha male on this
team was with Bernard's 10" cock.

	At first unsure of what to make of the situation, Phelps was
overcome by the sight of the four man, all in their prime, hard cocks at
the ready.  Taking a deep breath, and without even thinking it through, he
undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and walked over to the bed
just vacated by Alain.

	Seating a now fully nude Michael Phelps on the bed, Alain pushed
the American stud onto his back on the bed before grabbing hold of his
muscular legs and pulling him towards him until his ass just barely hung
over the edge of the bed.  Using his own legs to kick and force Michael to
spread his legs, Alain quickly sucked on two fingers before bending down
and reaching under Michael, searching for his asshole.  Finding it, he
quickly inserted them, past the still uncannily resisting sphincter and
into Michael's warm ass.  Burying them in Phelps' ass, a moan of
contentedness came from Phelps as Alain turned to his teammates to give his
assessment of the situation.

	"God this fucker is tight, I guess what they say is true." Alain
said as he continued to play with Michael's ass, using his two fingers in a
scissoring motion while still planted in Phelps, stretching him and making
their slave moan.

	"No doubt this is going to be one hot lay gentleman, so I suggest
we enjoy this American cunt for all he is worth." Alain said to his
teammates while removing his fingers from Michael's tight grip, a sigh of
disappointment coming from Phelps at the sudden removal of the fingers from
his ass.

	Moving in perfect unison, as though they had it prepared, the
French Relay team moved to their positions.  Alain and Bousquet each took
hold of one of Michael's legs and lifted them up and out, opening his ass
for further exploration.  Meanwhile, Gilot took his position kneeling on
the bed, next to Michael's head, while Leveaux spit into his hand and
rubbed it on his cock, lubing himself up.

	Alain turned to a clearly surprised Phelps.  "You think we did not
have all this planed?  You really are naïve.  We plan on treating this just
like any relay with Leveaux going first and me taking up the anchor, so I
suggest you hold on, because this time we are going for the gold." Alain
said.

	With Alain and Bousquet taking an even firmer grasp on his
spread-eagle legs, he could feel Leveaux line his spit lubed cock up with
his asshole and thrust forward.

	Leveaux's cock speared Michael in one thrust, the 7" cock coming to
rest firmly planted in Michael's ass.  So sudden and forceful was the
entrance that Michael opened his mouth to scream, only to have it muffled
mere moments later.  As soon as his mouth opened, Gilot used his strong
hands to turn Michael's head 90 degrees and into view of Gilot's cock.
Taking advantage of Michael's open mouth, Gilot plugged it with his own
cock, forcing Michael to gobble down his second French cock of the evening,
but something told him it would not be his last.

	Lying on the bed, his legs forcefully lifted and spread, sucking a
dick while another one pummeled his tight ass, Michael had no doubt that
this French team wanted gold and the event was going to be gang bang.

	As he lay there, totally helpless to resist, he could not help but
take in the sensations that were all around him.  While he had been with
two men before, never had he had four at once, but he had to admit that
this was really turning him on.  As Leveaux began to get into a real
rhythm, Michael was in a euphoric state.  The position the Frenchman was
entering him was ideal, and the prick was pummeling his prostate, driving
him to new sexual heights.  The slapping of Leveaux's glands were mixed
with the sound of Michael trying to cry out with pleasure, only to have it
muffled by the cock buried in his throat.  Gilot did not complain though,
as the cries in Michael's throat only created vibrations which further
stimulated his own swollen cock.  All the while the Frenchmen were egging
each other on, encouraging Leveaux to ride Phelps' ass ever harder.  The
loudest among them was Alain, who told Leveaux to "Fuck the American's
pussy, ride him like the bitch he is, and make him cry out to be fucked
harder, to be fucked by French cock."

	The gang bang continued with Phelps taking it as hard as Leveaux
could dish it out, his asshole sucking in Leveaux with each stroke,
resisting each time he tried to pull out.  Once or twice Phelps had tried
to reach down to stoke his own raging 7" dick, being bounced around wildly
as his ass was taking one hell of a pounding, but Alain would slap his hand
away, telling him that it was not his turn, and that he would decide when
and if he would get to cum.

	Minutes passed as Leveaux had broken into a sweat as his cock
seamlessly glided in and out of Michael's reddening asshole, never missing
a stroke.  He suddenly called out that he was getting close, that he would
be cumming soon, and the French team sprung into action.  With just as much
expertise and finesse as their swimming relay, the French team switched
positions.  Leveaux slid his cock out of Michael's gaping hole and took
hold of the leg Bousquet had held, freeing him up.  As Bousquet let go of
Phelps' leg, he jumped on the bed, taking over the exact spot vacated by
Gilot, who took over the position between Michael's legs that Leveaux had
just giving up.

	Michael knew he must not have been their first gang bang as a team,
but still, he was impressed.  In only a few seconds the cocks in his ass
and throat were replaced with new ones, and the fucking continued.  So fast
was it, that his ass did not even have the time to close up, and Gilot was
able to slide his slick cock right back into the same chute Leveaux had
just left.  Michael was in heaven, as he continued to suck Frederick's dick
and push back on Gilot's prick, all the while hearing the whoops, hollers
and cries of encouragement the French team was giving each other.

	Thirty minutes had passed and Bousquet announced that he was
getting close to cumming, pushing his long sweaty hair back and out of his
face.  When Gilot had announced he was getting close, the team had done
exactly what they had done when Leveaux had said he was getting close, with
Bousquet taking a turn at his ass, and Alain placing his cock in Michael's
mouth.  Now that Bousquet was getting close, there was only one dick left
to be put up his ass, the monster cock of Alain Bernard.

	However, when Bousquet pulled out, this time was different, Alain
did indeed take his position between Phelps' legs and force his monster
cock into Phelps' ass, but this time he took hold of Michael's flailing
legs himself, the other three Frenchmen taking places on the bed.  When
Michael turned his head to try and get at one of their dicks, they turned
his head forward, so that he had to look directly into the face of Alain
Bernard as he relentlessly and without mercy fucked Michael Phelps up his
ass.  While the other Frenchmen had been able to plant their cocks deep
into his ass in one thrust, Alain was so large and thick; it took minutes
to get him buried to the hilt in Phelps' ass, even with the workout it had
received from the three previous cocks.

	Soaked in sweat, Alain pounded into Phelps' upturned ass, eliciting
moans and cries of pleasure from Phelps, no longer muffled by a cock
stuffed in his throat, but able to cry out freely.  Alain thrusted, looking
down and enjoying the sight of Phelps' writhing on the bed, his body racked
with indescribable pleasure as his prostate was being nearly bruised by the
workout Alain's monster cock was giving it. Alain's balls slapped against
Phelps' ass. Alain Bernard reached down, grabbing his rival's nipples and
twisting them, bringing further moans from Phelps' swollen lips.

	Combined with the two masterful suck jobs Phelps had given him
earlier tonight, Alain knew he would not last long, and motioned to his
teammates.  Moving into position, the three Frenchman pointed their cocks
at Michael's face and began stroking and masturbating themselves.

	Phelps was beyond turned on, and it only took a little help from
Alain to put him over the edge.  It was indeed as much as he could take
when Alain wrapped a hand around his cock, pressed a thumb into his slit
and started to stroke him firmly and perfectly. His orgasm was one of the
most violent that he had ever had and he lurched and shuddered, cum spewing
from his cock head, spraying his pecs and abs with its creamy treat.

	Seeing this pushed the three Frenchman on the bed over the edge as
well, and almost in perfect unison they each blew their load right onto the
handsome face of Michael Phelps.  Opening his mouth to try and catch as
much of the precious ooze into his mouth as possible, the Frenchman came
more than Phelps could handle, forcing Phelps to try and swallow some while
most escaped out of his mouth and ran out the sides while the rest painted
his face, hair and neck with creamy white goo, obscuring his vision.

	The sensations of Michael's spasming ass, as well as the
ejaculations of his teammates were too much for Alain, as he gripped
Michael's nipple again and with all the power in his hips he slammed back
in, to the very root, and started pummeling the tight clenching
over-stuffed chute, amazed at the sensations that Phelps' love tube could
create on his cock.

	Suddenly he exploded. He threw his head back, droplets of sweat
spraying from his forehead as his eyes shut tight and he yelled out with
delight.  His balls drew tight in their sac and he pumped so much hot cum
directly into Michael's ass that it could not take it all, and it began to
flow freely out of the still clenching asshole and onto the sheets of the
bed.

	Coming down from their sexual peaks, the three Frenchman on the
bed, Leveaux, Gilot and Bousquet slapped each other on the back and
high-fived as they looked down on their conquered opponent; face still
covered with their sticky seed.  Alain could only smile and nod approvingly
to his teammates at the thorough and complete fucking they had just given
their American rival.  Getting off the bed, Leveaux, Gilot and Bousquet
headed to the bathroom, still congratulating each other on their awesome
fucking, commenting on how tight Phelps' ass was, how skillful his mouth
was at sucking cock, how hot the whole affair had been.

	Alain and Michael were left alone, Michael's ass empty for the
first time in over an hour, though still hungry for more cock, betraying
him for the pig bottom he knew that he was.  Alain threw him a towel and
smiled down at his conquest.

	"You might win more gold medals than me Phelps, but remember, it
was me and my teammates who fucked you good and hard the night you won your
relay, and once you are the bitch of a Frenchman, you are always the bitch
of a Frenchman." Alain sneered as he left to join his teammates in the
bathroom.

	As Phelps was left there to recuperate, he knew Alain was right
about him and his teammates being the ones to fuck him good and hard after
his relay victory, but if he hurried, and had a little luck, he could make
sure that they were not the last.  Getting off the bed and getting dressed,
Phelps looked forward to the next sexual encounter he might find at these
Beijing Games.

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That is the end of part 3; 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
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something going when I know people enjoy reading it.  Let me know what you
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