Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2012 21:57:26 +0100
From: r k <steelywriter@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Tom Daley: After the Olympics

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.