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A gay story about a diver
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THE DIVER!!!!!:::::
We were sitting together in the whirlpool, and I had just finished my last
dive for the day. We were at the U.S. National Diving Championships, trying
out for the olympics in Barcelona. I was doing relatively well, for me,
though I had known that I wouldn't make the team. I wasn't that good, but I
was reasonably good, and I showed well at some tournaments, so I barely made
the championships for the first time this year.
The water was warm, swirling around me and keeping my muscles relaxed. I
always liked this part of the competitions, sitting in the whirlpool after
diving, letting everything relax and go limp. Mark was sitting across from
me, his pectorals just showing above the level of the water. His nipples were
slightly erect, because there was a stiff and chilling breeze in the air. We
divers don't generally like a stiff breeze, because it's more difficult to
keep our balance in the air when the wind is blowing. However, at the moment
I was grateful for that breeze, showing off Mark's pectorals and nipples perfectly.
I had known of Mark, although I had never met him. He was at one time a
wrestler, and a good one at that, until he had seen the diving competition at
the Olympics eight years ago, when he decided to go into diving. Since that
time he had become a world contender, and was one of the favorites to do well
this year. Kent Ferguson was expected to win, but Mark was still very good.
He still had one more dive to complete, and got out of the spa. I just
love the way his tight little speedos clung to his prick, showing it off perfectly.
It didn't appear huge to me, but it was showing so well. I just
wanted to reach out and grab it, but I knew that wasn't kosher at a major
meet. So, at least for the moment, I kept my hands to myself.
I got out of the spa, grateful I had thought of other things than Mark's
crotch, because these little skimpy bathing suits left nothing to the imagination.
I toweled off, said goodbye to my coach, and headed for the locker
room. We all had different lockers, with two lockers to a section. I hadn't
noticed earlier, but my locker area partner just happened to be Mark. Just my
luck! I took off my swim trunks and dropped them off in my locker, closed the
curtain, and went over to the showers.
The showers were in the other side of the room from the rows of alcoves,
and were all in a row. I took a quick, hot shower, and left for the alcove
dripping wet.
The locker room was divided, as I had said before, into many little double
locker areas, little alcoves that had heavy and opaque curtains dividing them
from the rest of the room. The curtains stretched from the floor to the cieling
(they were on two tracks), and had little magnets to keep them stably on
each side of the entranceway to the alcove. Each alcove was about six feet to
a side, with an extra area on each side for the lockers. The lockers were
large, and lacked doors. I closed the curtain, which game me some privacy.
Grabbing my towel, I began to dry myself off, taking extra time on my crotch.
Then, I dropped my towel and left it sitting hanging up, drying in my locker.
I looked into Mark's briefly, just to see what he was like through his clothes
and other things. He must have changed earlier, after I got here, which was
to be expected from his regular practice schedule, from what I heard in the
rumor mill.
He had a Adidas warm up suit, which he had most likely worn to the pool
from his hotel. He also had several other swimming trunks, with different
patterns. They were in case something happened to his suit, which never really
happened, but we all were prepared for in case it did. He also had some
underwear, which I stopped to examine further.
It was pale blue, and cotton. It was also some of the skimpiest underwear
I had ever seen. They had a little strap in the back, most likely to go in
his ass crack, showing off his entire ass. The front were like a little pocket
to hold his dick and balls in, and they were stretched out a little, which
I imagined were to hold in his huge genitals. My penis was begining to harden
completely from handling Mark's underwear. Just as a joke, I lifted them to
my face and sniffed the basket.
They smelled heavenly! I wish I actually had my face in his crotch, to
smell that wonderful aroma...it smelled just like a man's pubic area. I'm not
sure whether my cock was completely hard before, but now it was rock hard and
throbbing. As I rubbed my face with Mark's skimpy bikini underpants, trying
to get that scent all over my body, I reached down and started to stroke my
eight inches. It felt great. I moved the underwear down until I was stroking
my balls with the thin cotton and rubbing my dick with my bare hand. Precum
began to seep from the head of my dick, which I wiped up with the skimpy underpants.
I kept up the movement on my prick, and I was quickly nearing up on
a mind-blowing orgasm.
"What are you DOING?" came an accusitive voice from the direction of the
curtain. I looked over, stopping the motion on my prick. There stood Mark,
butt naked, dripping water from all over his body, in the doorway into our
locker alcove. He had already closed the curtain, and it was just us in the
little room.
I didn't know what to say. I was sitting there, with his underpants in
one hand on my balls, and my other hand wrapped around my throbbing prick. I
was at a loss for words, so I just reached out with my hand and shoved Mark's
underpants at him. Then, I glanced at his groin. I don't know if it was the
water in the pool or the sight before him, but his dick was much larger than
it had been in the spa. I was still staring at his cock when I heard a little
chuckle from Mark's direction. He grabbed his underpants away from my hand.
"You like what you see?" Mark said in his deep, manly voice. His prick was
growing even further.
"Do you want me to show you how much I like what I see?"
"Go ahead."
I walked over to where he was standing, and kneeled in front of him. His
seven inches was firm and throbbing, sticking out from his body at a right
angle, and his huge ball bag was hanging down very low. I worked my hands
over his stomach and his ass, finally moving the hand that was working on his
stomach down to where it was cradling his balls, gently massaging them. My
other hand was still working on his ass, kneading it and moving my fingers into
his ass crack. I worked them up and down the length of his butt crack, until
I reached the bottom, where it joined his ball pouch. "Mmmmmmm," Mark moaned
gently.
I decided after that moan that I needed to finally give Mark what he wanted.
His seven inches were thick, and his cock head was cut. The veins were
standing out from the sides, and I could see the cum path on the underside. I
kept my left hand on his balls, kneading them constantly, and my right hand
moved up to grab the base of his dick shaft. I moved my face near his prick
head, which was an angry looking purplish red, completely swollen and engorged.
There was a small bubble of clear, stringy pre-cum on the cum slit,
which just made me want to suck it even more.
I looked up before I went any further, seeing Mark's reaction. He had a
blissful look on his stubbly face, his eye lids closed. I was determined at
that point to make him as happy as possible, and to suck him off as well as I
could. I closed my eyes, and first kissed the very tip to get off the pre-
cum, which tasted wonderful. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," he groaned, obviously liking this
very much. I did too, and I began to stroke his shaft with my right hand,
using an almost milking action. My mouth changed from kissing to sucking, and
I was soon sucking on the tip of the head. I kept this on for a moment, until
I quickly slurped the entire head of his dick into my mouth. I sucked as hard
as I could, while I was swirling my tongue around the head. Mark groaned
again, "MmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm." This was definately what he liked.
I continued with this action, stroking his balls and shaft, and sucking
and licking his cock head, occasionally tickling the bottom of his cockhead
with the tip of my tongue, for a few minutes. Soon, Mark's balls began to
lift into his body, and his dick grew slightly longer. I knew he was going to
cum, so I quickened my motions. Soon, I felt his balls completely against his
body, and his dick began to spasm slightly. "Uhgggn," he grunted. So, I
moved my mouth off his prick head except for just the tip, and Mark began to
cum.
The first shot was the biggest, slamming into the back of my mouth and
flowing down my throat. Then, the next few filled up my mouth, but I was able
to swallow enough and quickly enough that it didn't dribble out of my mouth.
Then, he ended, except for the few drops that my stroking coaxed out. His
dick began to limpen, and I stood up.
Mark was slightly weakened in the knees, but I held him up. He had a
great big smile on his face, spreading seemingly from ear to ear on his stubbly
face. I game him a kiss on the lips, a short one, not going into his
mouth with my tongue. "You know, I never got your name," he said with a
chuckle.
"It's Steve."
"You wanna meet me later?"
"Sure. Your hotel room okay? I'm sharing mine."
"Yeah. I'm at the Hilton, room 408. Meet me there at about 9:30?"
"Sure. I'll see you then."
We then dressed, with nothing really happening, except that I pinched his
ass as he put on those same underpants I was using to get off when he caught
me, and he grabbed my balls when I bent over to put on my underpants. We knew
what would happen tonight, and we didn't need to push it any faster.
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