Gymnasts Let Loose

I couldn't help but laugh at his expression when I cockily told him, "Yeah, well, I jerked off last night. The load that's all over you right now? I'd just been saving that up for a day. And there's still SIX days before our little 'competition.'"

He stared at me in shock, then laughed good-naturedly. "Well that's even better news," speaking with his usual devil-may-care attitude, wiping off his toned stomach, dipping my boxers into the cum-filled trenches. "If you can't beat them, you should just enjoy watching them beat off." I wondered if he'd used that cheesy line before.

In any case, everything I said was true. I blew a massive load after Nik left the bathroom last night. And now that I was surrounded by gorgeous musclemen practically 24/7, my body was churning out a constant build-up of spunk. From now on, I swore, I'd be more careful, and in six days' time, my body would be screaming to get off. There was no way I'd lose.

***

I've managed to get through those six days without losing control, but it's been torture. My balls are aching with the need to cum now, so sensitive that just gently touching them instantly causes my cock to rise up. I've barely slept, and it's hard for me to focus on anything except those five guys and the same furious need building inside them. I'm amazed they're able to stand the pressure. But then, this is all routine to them, and they're far more used to disciplining their bodies than I am. Every day they're tortured by the rigors of their training, holding agonizing poses and pushing their muscles to throbbing new limits. After building up all that tension in their disciplined bodies for so long, it's no wonder they need to let loose when a competition finally ends, their bodies finally rewarding them as they replace the pain of their sport with pure physical pleasure, the ecstasy of giving in to deep human needs.

I arrive at the arena for the final event, the apparatus finals. The first apparatus is the vault, and two of the guys participating in our little game have made it into the final round. Since Javi is the only Spanish competitor to qualify for the event, he hangs around me instead of sitting with the other athletes. He keeps making jokes and slyly hinting at what's coming up tonight. His hands even brush my arm a few times, and he keeps wanting to know more about me. I'd almost say he looks smitten with me. Well, I'm equally hungry for his succulent cock.

My ultimate fantasy, though, arrives a short time later. Nik sits down in the stands behind me. Since he's not in any of the apparatus finals today, instead of wearing his uniform he's dressed in tight jeans and a black T-shirt that his biceps explode out of. "It's all set," he says. He's close enough that he can talk softly and I'll hear him, his deep manly voice rushing into my ears. I feel like I can smell his hot, firm body and sense his presence like a vague heat on my skin. "Two hours after the closing ceremony, come to Locker Room C."

Javi teases, "Right, that's when we'll have our own closing ceremony," briefly resting one of his hands on my shoulder. If he's trying to make me hard, he's close to succeeding.

"Isn't that risky?" I ask, still keeping my eyes on the vault so my supervisor won't notice how distracted I am.

"My coach knows all about it," he answers. "I mean, I've been doing this for ten years. He tells the staff we're having an important debriefing-" ("Right, de-briefing," Javi snickers with extra emphasis on "de-") "-and we shouldn't be disturbed." After a pause, he adds, "Just like when you were in there with Javi last week, from what I hear."

My eyes shoot over to Javi, who's grinning slyly. Luckily for him, it's time for him to go get ready for his turn on the vault.

"Yeah, well," I say, "I guess I don't have as much CONTROL as him."

"He went on about that again, huh?"

There's a subtle warm pull in his voice that forces me to look at him, the grin lifting up one side of his mouth, his corded forearms resting on his knees as he bends towards me. "You know," I say. "There's a simple way you could help me get back at him a little. Nothing too big."

He grins and the blood rushes through my brain. "All right. I'm game."

I explain my simple plan as we watch Javi land an impressive vault. My plan's not much; just enough to show him what his precious "control" is really worth.

Serge, representing the Russian team, is up next. He's a brawny bull of a man in his early thirties with huge shoulders. His chest is a broad expanse and his legs pound the floor with intense energy as he races toward the springboard and catapults off it. Power explodes out of his shoulders, chest, and arms as his chalked-up hands meet with the vaulting table, spreading a cloud of white dust that he hurtles through, flipping and tumbling, landing with earth-quaking force on the mat. Based on what I've heard about him and based on the nickname they've given him, his cock must be equally forceful.

"You said Serge's straight, right?" I say to Nik, keeping my eyes on the vault as a Chinese competitor lines up. "So why does he jerk off with you guys after every competition?"

"Because he enjoys it, of course. Straight guys like to jerk off too, you know." Then he laughs. "Plus he's a show-off. Who else is gonna appreciate his cum like we do? We don't do anything to make him uncomfortable, and he gets to blow his load in front of a grateful audience. Where's the downside?"

I certainly can't see a downside as I watch him heading back to the bench, clapping chalk off his powerful hands.

The events continue for three more hours, ending with the horizontal bar, which Dice wins handily. I'd gotten to meet him during the all-around finals three days ago (which he also won). A perfect technician, he performs his routines with unbelievable accuracy and quiet confidence. His scalp is covered in short grey stubble, and there's more of it on his upper lip and chin. He has a more wiry build than many of the other guys, but the wavy outlines of his abs show clearly in the thin white material of his uniform, his gorgeous pecs projecting out above them.

I got to speak with him a bit during the all-around finals. His English is limited, but it's a heck of a lot better than my Japanese. I was a little surprised that a guy like him would participate in the other guys' "game," but he said it was one of the best parts of his year, one of the times when he could really enjoy himself and his sexuality. Talking with him just made me want to help him let loose even more, celebrate the fact that he's a fucking stud and it's time to reward him for the strain and stress of his training.

After the event ends, I hang around to help out during the closing ceremony and start to clean up afterwards. But the entire time I'm counting down to the main event: Locker Room C, two hours from now. Electric pressure's been building inside me all day, my balls so sensitive in my shorts, feeling heavy with pent-up need. My stomach's contorting, my palms are slippery with sweat, my heartbeat throbs in my neck and my ears. Fuck, I need to cum so hard, I want to feel those hot guys' dicks in my hands and my mouth and my ass. I can't wait any longer, I can't.

And luckily I don't have to. It's time. I report that my duties are complete, and I make my way to the back of the arena. Locker Room C. I spot Nik's coach on the way there, but he doesn't stop me. Nik must've pointed me out to him earlier. I reach the door, my heart hammers against my ribs, and I push my way inside.

The only guy who's already showed up is Troy, from the American team, a thickly-muscled powerhouse in his late twenties, dark-skinned and baldheaded, with unbelievably wide shoulders and lats thinning down to a chiseled waist with abs that protrude thickly with a deep channel between them. I wasn't assigned to his team during the competition, so I've just gotten to see him from a distance before. I'm sure ready to make up for that now.

He's already stripping off his shirt, his thick chest bouncing and rippling, his tight stomach stretching across his protruding abs. Clearly he's waited long enough and wants to get started. That's sure as hell fine by me. "I've been hearing things about you," he says. "From the other guys."

"Well, I've heard a thing or two about gymnasts myself," I respond, trying to even the playing field.

"Such as?"

"Is it true you guys can suck your own cocks?"

He laughs, probably a little shocked by my daring. But he admits, "Listen, in some poses, it's hard NOT to. Why, you wanna see? Is that why you're asking?"

"If I said yes...?"

He chuckles again, shaking his head. "All right. We've got some time before the others get here. Get me hard and I might show you." He stands up and starts undoing his pants, but I stop him and take over, enjoying the sensation of sliding down his zipper, reaching inside and pulling out his thick cock and heavy balls as his pants fall to the floor and he steps out of them. I admire the weight of his balls in my hand, then bend my head forward and suck his cock into my mouth, feel the heat rushing into it as he groans low in his throat, places his hands on the back of my head. The feeling of his cock getting hard on my tongue is so fucking hot that I'm already like an iron pole myself.

I ease his cock out of my mouth and admire it-about seven inches long and THICK, a muscled piston that I bet could fuck me all day long. "Looks like it's your turn," I say, and he sits back down on the bench, leans forward, and wraps his tongue around his own wet cockhead before pulling it between his lips, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks, winking as he looks up at me, grinning around a mouthful of his own cock. My dick is so fucking hard at the sight that I can't keep it in my shorts any longer, so I yank off the restraining fabric and pull it out, boiling hot and shaking, and I shove it towards his cock-filled mouth, feel it slide in between his lips, feel our dicks together in his mouth, our swollen springy cockheads rubbing against each other while his tongue licks them both, swirling his saliva over them, pushing between them, probing the sensitive underside of my glans.

"No fair starting without us." I glance over my shoulder, still enjoying the feel of my cock against Troy's dick and tongue, and I see it's Javi and Dice. Javi is already tearing off his clothes enthusiastically, and not only that, but he comes up behind me, saying, "Let me help you with that," and he grabs the bottom of my T-shirt, his hands caressing me as he lifts it up over my head; he stands behind me, rubs his hands over my chest, making my nipples hard, and I can sense his cock swelling next to my ass while Troy continues to suck me off.

And now Dice is to my left, naked and hardening, his perfect pecs drawing my eyes, and I take his hot cock into my hand, begin to jerk him off, his foreskin making it easy to slide my hand up and down his beautiful member: it's amazingly long, about eight inches. Many guys couldn't get a cock that long to stand up straight, but he's so fucking hard that it's practically vertical-if he bent forward a little I bet he could rub his cockhead all over his tight nipples-and he clearly needs to cum bad because he's already closing his eyes and making deep thrusts into my hand while Troy's tongue swirls over my slippery cockhead and Javi continues to massage my chest and stomach, his leaking cock smearing precum over my ass.

In my fog of ecstasy, I hear the door open again. The final two guys have arrived. Serge, the straight Russian, sits down on the end of one bench, still fully clothed, but grinning at the sight of us already enjoying each other's bodies, his package bulging in his jeans. But fuck, when I see Nik, already completely naked, one hand massaging his cock, like he can't wait to shove it inside me, I almost blow my load in Troy's mouth. I pull it out, remove my hand from Dice's cock, and get myself under control. When I turn to face Nik, his intense gaze takes in my spit-soaked twitching member.

"Here are the rules," he says, one side of his mouth quirking up in a grin while he gently teases his cock, the bulges of his biceps almost obscene, a dusting of fine blond hair shining on his muscled chest and abs. "We'll take turns cumming. So long as the other guy's up for it, you can do whatever you want with whoever you want. As the guest, YOU get to go last. If you can stand it. Any other requests?"

"Yeah," I say. "Where are you guys gonna cum?"

"Why? Got a suggestion?"

"All over me, of course."

Some of the guys, including Nik, laugh. His cock gets even thicker in his hand. "You're a bold one, aren't you," he smirks.

And the response is even louder when I add, "And when I cum, I want to do it on all of you. I want you to lie down in front of me. Side-to-side. Let me shoot for distance."

Clearly what I've said is getting to him, because his dick is completely rigid in his grip now and he's started to stroke it. "You think you can manage that?" he asks. "Well, it's gotta get past Serge first. What d'you say?" addressing the Russian.

But he simply responds, "We'll see."

Nik's hand is moving more quickly now, his virile gaze scalding me. "All right. I don't know if Serge'll play along, but at least we will. Right boys?"

The others all agree, Javi the loudest of all.

"Then get to it!"

Troy's stopped sucking off his own cock; it's shaking, slicked up, his balls tight to his body. I decide to start with him. I get down on my knees and look up the dark mounds of his muscles to his penetrating gaze, grab a fistful of his hot wet cock, and begin to stroke. He leans back, his abs tensing, his legs shaking. His tight muscular cock fills my hand with its hardness. I rub my fingers over his cockhead, enjoy hearing him cry out as I rub his cumslit, smelling his desire and hearing my fingers squelch up his moist rod, while Nik has taken over jerking off Dice.

And now even Serge has started to undress. His cock's about six inches long and uncut, but what's really impressive are his massive, swaying egg-like balls, so large I can practically smell the spunk in them already.

Troy's cock is getting tenser, the heat building in him; I can feel the tension growing in his balls, and his breath is deep in his powerful chest, his pulse is throbbing in his cock. And when I turn my head to the right, Javi is standing there, his massive, juicy cockhead in my face, the precum already starting to dangle off it. I let it drizzle down onto my tongue and finally that giant cockhead pushes its way into my ravenous mouth, filling it with rubbery wet hardness, my tongue wrestling with it; and then Javi FLEXES his cock, and a pulse of precum slides out and onto my tongue; he flexes again, his cockhead swelling in my mouth, dripping, fucking hot and stiff and he's saying Yes suck my cock that's right suck it; and my hand is racing faster up and down Troy's trembling, blazing cock, he's moaning, twitching, gasping, and suddenly-

"FUCK I'm gonna fucking CUM!" and Troy stands up, his cock starting to twitch in front of me. I continue to tease the soft underside of Javi's plum-like cockhead as pressurized jets of hot cum begin to spray onto my left side, cum dripping down my jawbone as I lap at the pulsing hard bulb of Javi's glans, feeling Troy's hot jism landing on my chest and shoulder, him moaning and pumping his fists on his bucking cock, my mouth full of the hard rubbery feeling of Javi's manhood, my tongue lapping up his sticky precum, Troy's spunk dripping down my side as he staggers back and collapses back onto the bench. Dice takes his place, so I wrap my left hand around his unbelievably hard and hot member, begin to stroke him off while I keep licking and sucking, grazing that gorgeous cockhead with my teeth, swirling my saliva- and precum-soaked tongue all over it, shoving his shaft further into my mouth.

I feel his cock jerk tentatively and a surge of anticipation darts through me, makes my throat contract. But, "Not yet," he teases. "You won't get me to cum so easily." He's so fucking cocky, so sure of his CONTROL. Well, glancing up, I manage to make eye contact with Nik. A few moments later he puts something into my right hand, which is behind my back.

Dice's grunting and panting, fucking my cum-lubed hand with his stiff cock, and Troy's lying down on the bench, his flaccid dick dripping on his muscled thigh, with Serge further down the bench, crouched over his pounding fist, taking in the show; and now Nik's coming up behind Dice, reaching around to stimulate his nipples, whisper in his ear Yes work that fucking hard cock Push it Push it Harder Harder Cum for us Cum for us.

And I'm bobbing my head up and down Javi's cock, keeping my right hand hidden below me while my left is full of Dice's thrusting muscled piston, feeling the cum drip down my chest and stomach, smelling the spunk in the air and the sweaty muscles, the sex of five other horny-as-fuck men full of sperm, their muscles slick and rock-hard, all their lust focused on me. I suck hard on Javi's cock, hollowing my cheeks, feeling his hard and veiny shaft, lapping up the precum from his mushroom cockhead, sucking and fucking him with my mouth as he's gasping and gritting his teeth, moaning, his legs quivering, his balls getting tighter, tighter, his hips thrusting forward, his cock swelling, jerking, but staying in control-

And that's when I press the ice cube in my right hand against his balls. He cries out in shock, his balls contract hard and suddenly his cock's jerking uncontrollably in my mouth, pumping shot after shot of hot salty cum down my greedy throat, and he's writhing and jerking madly, moaning and grabbing at the back of my head, his balls so tight and his cock exploding, he's shaking all over and I'm sucking hard at his gorgeous fat cockhead as fresh waves of cum dash against the roof of my mouth and he's screaming Oh fuck yes fuck! and I look up at him, smirk, think Serves you right for your little stunt. And when his cock finally settles down, he slides its thick length out of my mouth, soaked with his cum and my saliva, still twitching, the veins like cables, and he admits, "Maybe sometimes... it's best... to lose control."

And meanwhile Dice is still groaning and thrusting his cock into my hand, getting faster and faster. Javi turns around, shows off his gorgeous round ass, says, "Come on Dice, share some with me," swaying his hips so we can see the drum-tight skin stretch over his spherical asscheeks, and Dice lets out a sudden cry and I turn to see his cock start to jerk, dryly at first but then the hot pressurized semen shoots out of his cannon, the jerking member in my fist pouring out loads of hot cream which spray all over Javi's hot ass and lower back, dripping over and between the mounds of muscle, while Nik's teasing Dice's hard nipples and rubbing up against his back, a look of ecstasy on Dice's face, the cum no longer reaching Javi now but landing on me, running into the other cum sliding down my body onto my iron-hard desperate cock, nine shots, ten.

And now Javi is cheering, "Here he comes! Serge! Serge!" as the Russian's bull-like broad body stamps over to me, a mountain of sweating muscles and his hand furiously riding his cock, his intense gaze focused on me, bringing his thick cock closer, his massive balls tight to his body, huge and churning with cum, a roar building up in his throat and his hips bucking, thrusting, the sweat running down his broad pecs and thighs; he's gasping and swearing and getting closer and closer and Fuck here it comes here it comes!

I open wide and stick out my tongue and a blast of sticky salty hot thick cum fills my mouth, like having my mouth rinsed with warm water at the dentist, and I gulp it down and beg for more as his wide cumslit gapes and another torrent of jizz shoots out, grazes my hair and flies beyond me, him moaning and thrusting his hips, the other guys shouting "Three!" as another wad of cum rockets out and splatters the side of my face, "Four!" and coats my chest, "Five!" and rolls down my stomach, my hand fiercely pounding my hard manmeat, "Six! Seven!" my balls aching to cum, "Eight! Nine!" the hot spray dousing me, the air choked with spunk, the guys cheering and sweating, their muscles glistening, "Ten!" and he's groaning and writhing and his balls are so tight under his heaving cock, "Eleven!" and finally "Twelve!" the last jerk of his incredible cumshot spattering the floor, one hand still riding his thick member, the other massaging his massive balls. I'm soaked and I've never needed to cum so bad in my life.