Inside the Athlete's Village Ch. 04

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Finnish pole vaulter then slicked a fresh condom onto my upright prick, climbed onto my lap, and unceremoniously dropped herself onto it. Once fully imbedded, I grinned to see her smile of satisfaction and reached up to play with her firm tits. But before I could get there, a new pair of hands slid onto her breasts, fondling them fervently and drawing the Finnish girl's attention away.

It was a man with a deep tan and an Egyptian team uniform, and his eyes questioned for a moment before the Finnish girl smiled and tilted her head for a kiss. I was sure the two had never met before, but who cared? I'd certainly never met either of them, either. It was just that kind of night.

Finnish girl and Egyptian guy continued to make out, but she continued undulating her body atop my cock which was just fine with me. I closed my eyes for a moment to savor the sensations, and then took a deep breath and glanced around the area in which I'd found myself, marveling once more at how I'd come to be here.

It was a warm August night, and there was a roaring bonfire of furniture in the middle of the quad providing additional heat. After the Closing Ceremonies had ended, a large contingent of athletes had remained on the field, mingling and talking and making plans for their after parties. We'd begun in country groups, and a few American soccer chicks had latched onto me from the beginning. They were the ones who brought me back to this party here in one of the Village quads, and they were also two of the primary instigators of the impromptu fire that had gotten started.

Seriously, that American goalkeeper is NUTS (in a good way).

Everyone had been drinking from the moment we'd arrived. Drinking turned into singing. Singing turned into a competition between nations (doesn't it always?) The competition turned into MORE drinking. And then the fire had gotten started.

People were dancing by this point, and as the temperature raised, the clothes started to come off. Fast dancing never turned into slow dancing – nobody was playing that kind of music – but it did turn into groping. And groping turned into stripping, and the next thing you knew, people were having sex right there on the park furniture.

That was more or less how I found myself. My Gold Medal, of course, was quite prominent around my neck. My shirt disappeared after a while, and I never got it back. Japanese marathoner started playing with my six-pack. French footballer wanted a kiss from a Gold Medalist. And Finnish pole vaulter just joined in for the hell of it. Next thing I knew, I was flat on my back on a picnic mat that had appeared from nowhere, and Japanese marathoner went for a ride while French footballer sat on my face and Finnish pole vaulter showed the footballer what French kissing was all about.

So that more or less gets you caught up. Finnish pole vaulter rode me to an orgasm, then dropped onto her back beside me and pulled Egyptian guy on top of her. French footballer was still waiting for me, and she crooked a finger in invitation to hop aboard and rut into her in the grass until I finally blew my first load.

When I was done, she pulled the condom off and drank down the contents, grinning at me the whole time. And then with a blown kiss, she disappeared into the crowd and I realized I'd never gotten ANY of their names, just their nationalities and sports.

That was kind of the way things had been the last week. The first question out of anyone's mouth was "What's your sport?" The second question was "Where are you from?" Finding out someone's NAME was somehow... less important.

"THERE you are!"

Having finished up with French footballer, I'd stood up and re-fastened my uniform pants. By now, one out of every three people around me was fairly naked, but I wasn't the kind of guy who usually walked around outdoors with my cock swinging in the open air. Still feeling conspicuous by being topless save for my medal, I had started looking around for my shirt when the distinctly American voice caught my attention.

"Oh, hey Sydney. Hey Jamie," I replied as I turned to face the caller. "Was wondering where you two got off to."

"Where WE got off to?" Sydney complained, the dark-eyed brunette stamping her foot and pouting. "We turn our backs for ONE second and find that you're sleeping with the enemy."

I followed her gesture over to the French footballer, who was sashaying away with a smug expression on her face. "Enemy?"

"We don't like her. She was a dirty player on the pitch," Jamie explained.

"Can't BELIEVE she nailed you before we did," Sydney bitched.

"Uh... sorry? I didn't know."

"Ugh, whatever," Sydney growled while grabbing my arm and tugging. "This is all Faith's fault for starting that bonfire and getting us distracted."

Jamie laughed as she jogged along with us, her blue eyes sparkling and her blonde hair bouncing. "Faith? I think the fire was YOUR idea, missy."

"Whatever. We staked out an area over here."

Indeed, what looked like half the US Women's soccer team was spread out over a section of the quad, very close to the bonfire itself. Most of them were down to their underwear, with three or four of them naked and fucking various guys I didn't immediately recognize. Two of the girls were naked and fucking each other.

"Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" Sydney sighed, turning and wrapping her arms around my waist.

"You had your tongue down his throat right up until Faith came by wondering if you had any crazy ideas on how to make the party even better," Jamie explained helpfully.

"Oh, right!" Sydney promptly shoved her tongue back down my throat.

Despite the kiss, I couldn't help but laugh. But Sydney was having none of it as she practically tried to climb my legs with her feet, clawing at my calves with her shoes until I simply scooped her up in my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist, resuming the kiss while holding her up easily.

"Ah, yes... I LOVE swimmers," Sydney sighed after breaking away for air. "You guys have muscles GALORE."

Grinning, I bounced her up a bit and adjusted my grip, my hands now palming her ass. Sydney smirked and wriggled her butt, grinding her crotch against my belly until I lowered her down to where my new erection was trying to climb up and out of my pants.

"Shit, his dick is sticking out the top of his waistband," Jamie breathed beside us.

Oops, guess my erection DID climb out of my pants.

"Out of the way, bitch," Jamie breathed while knocking Sydney loose so that I couldn't help but set the brunette down on her feet. The blonde then quickly tackled me onto an open picnic mat, fiddling with my pants and then yanking them down to get at my erection. And with a deeply satisfied moan, she leaned forward and sucked my dick into her mouth.

"Hey! I called first dibs!" Sydney complained as she knelt beside her teammate, pushing her head in and then grabbing the base of my shaft to aim it at herself.

"Hey!" Jamie now complained once Sydney started sucking on my knob. "You HAD first dibs. You didn't see ME playing tonsil hockey with him, did you?" She then tried to grab my dick back.

"Ladies! Ladies!" I barked. "There's plenty of me to go around. Share! Share!"

"Hmph. In your dreams," Jamie cracked while rolling her eyes. And yet Sydney re-aimed my cock between their two faces, and together, the girls took a long lick each up the sides of my column of meat.

"Fuck yeah..." I groaned.

For the next five minutes, I got the double-blowjob of a lifetime as the girls worked my prick as if they'd practiced it for hours. One would suck the head while the other worked the base, and then they'd glide their tongues as they moved into new positions and swapped assignments back and forth. It took me half the time to realize that they were diddling each other at the same time, hands in each other's skirts. And finally Jamie rolled onto her back and flipped her skirt up, skinning her panties down to her ankles while saying, "Fine, you get first dibs. But you gotta eat me at the same time."

"Deal!" Sydney chirped as she moved into position. Jamie was leaning back on her elbows, assisted by the incline of the hill we were lying on. Her legs were spread to the sides with her knees up, and she guided her teammate's brunette face down to her very center and then dropped her head back with a moan and closed eyes as Sydney hit pay dirt.

Meanwhile, the brunette left her ass swaying in the air behind her, and I knew I needed no further invitation. Dropping my pants off, I knelt behind her and flipped up her skirt, tucking the hem into her waistband to ensure it didn't flop back down. She was wearing a pink thong underneath, soaked through completely with moisture. And with fond memories of the Brazilian twins, I decided NOT to remove her panties.

I slid a fresh condom onto my weapon, and then pulled the strap of Sydney's panties aside. And with a groan of satisfaction, I eased my way into her tight twat.

After nearly two weeks worth of wallowing in International Pussy (and Ass, and Mouth), the end of my Athlete's Village experience was entirely American. The US Women's Soccer Team closed ranks around me this night, and while it's hard for me to say that they used me (after all, I was using them), it was pretty clear that they needed me as an instrument for their pleasure, trying to compress two weeks' worth of sexual frustration into a single, glorious night.

I pounded Sydney from behind while the brunette tongued Jamie to orgasm after orgasm.

Then I tossed Sydney aside and slammed right into Jamie, her shrieks of ecstasy deafening in my left ear as the blonde wrapped all four of her limbs around my pistoning body.

The girls rolled me onto my back and stripped away the condom before stroking my dick until I ejaculated all over their tits. And then they licked my cream off each other's bodies before rolling over into a torrid makeout session.

Faith, the goalkeeper, showed up and decided on a whim to swallow my cock, working me back up to an erection before wandering off somewhere else.

Morgan, a young brunette, spotted my waving flagpole and sat down on it for fun.

And then Rachel, the team captain, sat in a lawn chair with her legs thrown over the armrests, making me lean over her with my tongue in her mouth as I lunged deep into her pussy over and again until I spent myself inside her.

Faith, out of nowhere, showed up again and sucked me back to hardness before once again disappearing.

Sydney complained about me always trying to abandon her as she mounted my new erection and made me stand up and hold her the way I'd done earlier that night. And after I got her off twice more, she led me over to another blanket where Jamie and Faith were sixty-nining, and THIS time I managed to stick myself inside the elusive goalkeeper and fuck her silly until she passed out drooling, her saliva running out into her blonde teammate's neatly trimmed bush.

By now, I'd already cum three times tonight, once into French footballer and then twice more with the American girls. This was my fourth erection of the evening, and it had been rubbed so raw as to be almost painful.

I prided myself on my endurance – after all, it was what made me an Olympic Gold Medalist in swimming. But there was only so much even -I- could take, especially after the exhaustive sexual two weeks I'd just had, and having spent the last bits of my energy pounding my pelvis against Faith's ass as hard as I could, I almost wished my last erection would just go away.

But it throbbed and whined in the night's open air, and as I panted for breath while flat on my back, Sydney and Jamie exchanged one final glance. "You want it?" Jamie asked. "You did call dibs."

The brunette ran a hand through her hair and sighed, shaking her head. "Nah, I'm sated for now."

"Really? Insatiable Sydney?"

The other girl laughed and shrugged. "That last fuck, standing-up... THAT'S the memory I want to take away from these Olympics."

"Alrighty then." Jamie then swung a leg over me, holding my prick and notching it into her cleft before sinking down. "Presuming you don't mind, big boy."

"Go for it," I wheezed. "Just promise me you'll get me off. I'm getting TIRED."

The pretty blonde pecked my lips, her blue eyes sparkling. "You betcha." And then she went for a pleasant ride.

I felt like I'd just hit the wall, and as exhaustion set in, I set my head back on the blanket and closed my eyes. I seemed to close my ears too, as the sounds of the orgy around me quieted away, until there was nothing left but the sensation of a pretty girl undulating rhythmically atop my naked prick.

She was warm, and she was tight, and she was causing such wonderful pleasure throughout my body. Jamie was a very pretty girl, and yet, the longer she kept fucking me, the more my mind drifted to... another... pretty girl.

Blue eyes. Blonde hair. Supple curves. Smooth skin. Someone else. Someone... from a different life.

I remembered the way SHE had made love to me that last morning before she'd left. I remembered the way she seemed to caress me with every millimeter of skin that touched mine. Her hard nipples dragged along my pecs with such pleasant scratches. The warmth and weight of her breasts cocooned my chest. And the touch of her lips... like the kisses of a goddess... stolen and undeserved and yet all the more delicious for my unworthiness.

I had felt our souls connecting that morning, the way I'd never felt before. I'd felt my heart sing with praise inside me, the way poets wrote about the stars. Trite phrases from a stupid romantic movie had flown into my mind, somehow not so trite when I thought of her.

She completed me.

And She had me at hello.

And then I came. I came with... HER. And like a whirlpool of emotion, all those thoughts of her and memories of her and feelings for her swirled around and around my brain, sucking down my body deep, deep and through my chest and down to my loins and fountaining outward in a wave of blissful release that I wished would never come to an end.

And I was at peace.

I was at peace.

I was at peace.

But then I opened my eyes, and Jamie smiled down at me. And I remembered that for all the great sex I'd experienced these past few weeks, tomorrow I would still be going home alone.

****

"Hey dude. It's almost time for our shuttle. You all set?"

I looked up to see Preston hovering in my doorway, a roller suitcase by his side, and Jacob was puttering around behind him.

I took a deep breath, looking around this bed that I had shared for one special night with the most incredible woman I'd ever met, even though I barely knew her apart from what had been published in the media about her. It didn't make any logical sense why I was still hung up on her, apart from perhaps still having a case of celebrity awe. But the heart is rarely logical, and I simply HAD to believe that mine had connected with hers on some level.

Not that it mattered now. She was gone, jet-setting around the world as famous tennis stars are won't to do, and I was heading home.

"Yeah," I replied finally, standing up and grabbing my own roller suitcase. I would miss this place, miss the bubble of the Athlete's Village and all the wonderful pleasures I'd experienced within. But I had my fill, and even if I couldn't make the return trip in four years, I knew I would leave here without any true regrets.

Preston nodded to me, and I followed him out the door. Jacob led the way, but came to an abrupt stop just before grabbing the handle. "Hey, did either of you see this before?"

I looked down where he was pointing and saw the envelope somebody had slid beneath the door. And there was no mistaking both my name and my room number printed neatly on it.

Preston cracked, "Oh, you're in trouble now, dude. Hotel management has gotten wind of the excessive number of guests you've been putting up in your bedroom, and this is the new bill with your extra charges."

"Pssht, whatever. Give it here," I replied.

Jacob stooped and picked up the envelope. He handed it over without ceremony, and I flipped it over to tear open the seal with one finger.

Inside was a single sheet of paper. And my heart dropped in absolute shock as I quickly realized what was written on it.

---

Hey there. I'm sorry for leaving a note like this, but I don't have your cell number and you don't have mine. My fault, I know. You asked for it, but I thought things would be better if we didn't have a way of contacting each other.

I thought it would be best if we never saw each other again. We shared a special night, a special moment, one that I'll remember forever. And at the time that I left, I was willing to let it be nothing more than that: a perfect memory.

But I can't anymore. I can't get you out of my head. I think of the things you've been doing this past week, things I TOLD you to go out and enjoy, and I'm jealous. I'm jealous of every other girl who gets to be with you, wishing I were them. And I wonder every night what it would have been like to fall asleep in your arms the way we once did. It's crazy. I don't know you. You don't know ME. And yet... there it is.

What happens in the Athlete's Village is supposed to stay in the Athlete's Village, but I can't leave you behind. I have no idea if we would make it in the real world. I have no idea if you even share some of these same feelings that I do. But I want to find out, and I want that enough to put my heart on the line here and write you this letter. I sent it to a friend, and she's promised to make sure it gets to you. Here is my number. Call me. Please. I'll actually be in the Americas for the next couple of months. I've got tournaments in Montreal, Cincinnati, and New Haven in August. Let me know if you can come see me, please?

Please?

I'd love to be with you again. Love, -K

---

Preston suddenly clapped me in the shoulder, and I realized he'd been reading from just behind me. "Dude, is that who I *think* it is? Seriously??? You've GOT to call her!"

My heart was doing somersaults in my stomach, but I had to agree. My phone was already in my hand. The numbers were already dialing. And maybe... just maybe...

They say magic happens in the Athlete's Village. Oh, how right they are.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 11 years ago
Great Work!

I love your stories… when is the fifth coming out?

LUSTYWHEELSLUSTYWHEELSover 11 years ago
The Magnificent BD does it again!

You are amazing, this story is wicked awesome any you left the ending with hope 4 a better day. I'm so glad I checked to see if maybe you posted anything since its been so long waiting for the OCSL conclusion! On my best day, spending months honing I can't work 100th of the magic you wield so effortlessly! Keep writing and I eagerly await any other submissions.

wowsexwowsexover 11 years ago
So...

Faith is supposed to be Hope Solo

Rachel-Christine Rampone

Morgan-Alex Morgan

Sydney- Carli Lloyd or maybe Sydney Leroux

Jamie- Lauren Cheney or Heather Mitts

AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago
Another great story

Thanks again for the new stuff as I've enjoyed all of your older work...Also, ignore all the haters out here. I'm guessing maybe there is some jealousy or something going on.

Romantic1Romantic1over 11 years ago
FABULOUS!! 40 STARS WORTH

Man, you can write. Great job, and I'll never watch the Olympics or any other international sporting event without remembering this story. // Regards // Romantic1

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