Main Character Profile:
Name/Age: Jordan Hinton(30)
Nationality: USA
Sport: Diving
Settling into the Olympic Village is always a fun experience, whether it is the first time you get to experience the games or, in the case of me, for a third different Olympic games. The experience is always good because you get to connect with old faces that you only see every couple of years at the Olympics despite following them on social media but seeing the fresh meat on the different teams.
My room is on level 8 of the apartment and it’s an interesting two weeks for me because my two events are on the opposite end of the Olympics schedule with the first of my events on Day 2 but then the other event that I’m in sitting in the very last two days of the competition.
Getting through the first event, which is the 10m Synchronised Platform, my dive partner Harrison and I finished 5th, which is good but, at the same time, slightly disappointing, being only a fraction outside of the medals. The 5th place is a good improvement, though, because at the last games, we finished 7th, but 8 years ago, I got a bronze medal in the event.
Sitting on the bed, there’s only so much that you can do when you’re here and in between competitions because I probably shouldn’t even be here because I had major shoulder surgery nine months ago and was lucky to be on the team, but they wanted stability.
I lay back on the bed, waiting for my time in the general team physio because our specific diving team Physios are at the Diving centre, so I’ve got to wait for my time, which is frustrating but understandable, and I'm actually lucky we have that support.
While I’m waiting, I go through the Matchium app to see what is out there at the moment because even though I’m not exactly looking to hook up with anyone, it’s also a great way to connect with other people with common interests who want to see or do things such as playing games, going to Movies, or just hanging out.
Unlike many of the guys on the app who are more looking for sex and want to stay anonymous until they meet and have sex, especially not being out, I’m not afraid to show my face because I’ve never been shy about telling anyone that I’m gay and it’s public knowledge with my past.
My phone buzzes with a couple of messages; most are polite with teammates from the diving team and just guys both wanting to connect, whether it is for friendship and looking to do things, but then there are the usual guys horny and looking for sex.
I head down to physio and get my shoulder worked on which it needs some work because my shoulder has been sore and at times I’ve had some doubt whether I could come back from the shoulder injury and even whether this was a good idea rushing myself back though I could never say no to a third Olympics.
Grabbing a Banana from one of the food stands, I take a quick walk as I think about how good a hook-up would b because since breaking up with my ex-husband Tristan, I haven’t been with anyone else since and some action would be nice.
The break-up was tough because we are both such high-profile personalities, with me being an Olympic Diver and him being a world champion Ballroom Dancer and starring on Dancing With The Stars as a fan favourite. The separation was amicable, and there was no vitriol between us at all, but there was plenty of media hype about it, and it was just annoying that it tied in with my shoulder injury.
Deciding on whether I really want to hook-up with someone is a tough decision as I look through the profiles of guys and spot one that has already messaged me so I decide to read and have a look.
H-Man: “Hey xx”
Me: “Hey bud, sup 😊”
I know the reply is about half an hour after he sent the first message, so he’s probably found someone else, but about 10 minutes later, I get a response, and it’s good even though he’s probably only 20-21, as he doesn’t have his age.
H-Man: “Yo, nm, wbu?”
Me: “Not much either, just bored.”
H-Man: “Oh well, then maybe I can entertain you”
Me: “Really? How?”
Next thing I know, I get a picture of “H-Man” standing there in his room, completely naked, which normally might be pretty far on, but looking at what he’s packing, I’m not going to deny how curious I actually am about this.
H-Man: “Was thinking about not letting this go to waste”
Me: “That would be a waste if you didn’t get to use it on a 🍑”
H-Man: “So you wanna be that peach?”
Me: “Someone’s confident”
H-Man: “No point not being confident… so that a yes?”
I start to think about what I want to reply and type a message a couple of times and think against it before typing again and deleting. The thought is exciting but then I think about things and thought being 30 and past this hook-up game especially after being married.
Me: “I don’t even know your name or where you’re from.. you’d know me”
H-Man: “True, so if I tell you that, will I get the peach?”
Me: “Maybe”
H-Man: “Hamish 21”
Me: “Nice”
H-Man: “So that a yes to me getting that peach?”
Me: “You know what, something about that confidence, you got it”
I’m actually excited right now about this as we organise a time and establish that we’ll meet outside Hotel Nova in about half an hour, which gives us some time to get ready, and I said that I’ll get the room so he can meet me outside.
The only thing that I change is my USA T-shirt and put on a black Nike singlet top and head towards the hotel to meet Hamish. I have no idea who Hamish is, and even with his picture, I’m still none the wiser about what sport he plays or anything, so as I’m walking towards the hotel, I do an athlete search to try and find who Hamish could be.
I search through the list and find eight different athletes named Hamish and he didn’t put his face in the picture with the angle that he took it from so I have no idea on which one it is so I have to go through each one individually.
Hamish Wheeler – NZ Rugby 7s
Hamish Turnbull – NZ Rowing
I look at both of their profiles and note that they are out because the Rugby 7s are already underway and the rower’s profile says that he is 30.
Going through the names, I get able to narrow it down to two names with a guy who is a Gymnast from Great Britain who matches the details that it could be, but then at the same time, there is also a South African hockey player who’s very cute as well and I’d be happy with either.
I wait outside the hotel and see a guy walking over towards me “Jordan right?” I say as notice the distinctive South African accent and smile. “Hamish?” he nods his head as we hug and I feel like I’m in my teens again when I was closeted (somehow) and hooking up with guys in secret.
The two of us hug and walk into the hotel and go up to level 12 and find the room and close the door as we don’t get much of a view, but all I care about is the view of having his cock in my hole.
Getting out of the lift, it’s easy to know that the hotel options are just being used for sex with plenty of awkward passes in the corridor, and you can hear the noises as we find room 1221 and head in there.
Hamish shows both a mass of nerves and excitement right now as he looks at me and kisses me, and then I kiss him back. The work he has done in his body both on and off the field shows that his body is the perfect match of muscle, but not too big. At the same time, I can feel his biceps bulging under his t-shirt, and I can feel his arms running down my body.
Standing there, I feel him running his hands over my body as he knows where to feel right now as I can tell the fact that this isn’t his first time with another man. “You know all the spots,” I say as he lifts up my shirt, and then I lift up his, looking at the smooth chest and running my hands over it, gripping his pecs as he moans.
The best part about a situation like this is just working off instinct and not knowing what somebody likes other than knowing that he has a big cock and wants to fuck me. Standing there, we are still kissing; our bodies are pressed together right now, and my hands start to play with his nipples as Hamish throws his head back, and I smile, knowing that he’s a nipple boy.
I move my hand over to both his nipples and pinch them as he keeps moaning before he does the same thing to me and starts flicking them with his fingers and twisting them, which is only minor to what I love on my nipples, but this still feels good.
Moving down, I kiss down the smooth chest, which, despite looking perfect in the picture, feels even better now as I run my tongue around each of his nipples before sucking on it; Hamish moans, and I suck on his pecs as well.
I don’t want to make this time go too fast even though we only have just over an hour in the room because Hamish has a game tonight and wants to get off before playing his first game of the Olympics. I continue working my tongue around his soft pink nipples as he moans and holds my head as I swap between the two sucking on them and flicking them with my tongue.
Slowly, I go down further, worshipping his abs, each so individually defined, as I run my tongue down the ridges, licking them before getting to his shorts. I take them off, and somewhat surprisingly, I see him standing there in a pair of Orange Nike Boxer Briefs and showing off his muscular, very hairy legs.
I grip onto the bulge that is filling his boxers, and I start to rub it as he moans I can’t wait to see it spring out as I lower them down, and it does just that. The size of his cock has to be at least 9 inches looking at me as his pubes are very freshly shaven as I can tell that it was what he was doing when he said that we needed to wait.
“Did you trim these for me?” I ask as he nods but then also says that he needed to do it as well because he hates having it too bushy, especially when he’s playing because he thinks there’s something ugly about the hair sticking out of the speedos he likes to wear when he’s playing.
Looking at his huge cock, I’m now on my knees, looking up at this 21-year-old stud who is over the top of me as I am merely submitting to this guy I’ve never met before today. Kissing his cock, I feel how hard it is, and I run my hand over his balls, massaging them and seeing how smooth they are as I lay down underneath him so that I can lick his sack.
Hamish squats down over my face as I keep licking and then start sucking on each of his balls, taking each one in my mouth, sucking on them with calmness, and just worshipping them to make him feel good. After sucking on his balls, Hamish gets onto his knees and starts to push his cock into my mouth before climbing over the top of me before circling the head of my six-inch cock before we both take each other's shafts into our mouths and start sucking.
The sound of slurping fills the room as I can feel one of the best blowjobs that I’ve ever had right now, and now that even though he’s a dominant top, Hamish isn’t afraid of sucking cock, which I love in a guy, even if he is dominant and loves to suck.
I don’t know how long Hamish sucks on my cock and how long I’ve lubed up the 9-inch rod that he is about to fill my firm ass with. Getting up off my cock, Hamish now starts to take control of the situation as he doesn’t have much in the way of size on me, but he still dominates me as he pushes me to the bed.
Throwing me on the bed, I’m laying there, and he spreads my legs apart to get in at my ass, and he starts to eat it out. Feeling his jock tongue running along my taint and then to my asshole, I moan loudly.
“You like my young jock tongue working on your hole, don’t you?” he says as I nod my head and moan as he keeps doing that, rubbing my hole, filling it with his finger, and he slides it into me. I moan loudly as my hole, even though Tristan used to work it hard, hasn’t had a lot of action for a while, and so it’s gotten back tight.
Hamish slaps his hard cock against my crack. “Tell me how much you want my cock, fucking beg for it… beg me to fuck you”.
I lay there. “I need your South African hockey boy cock filling my ass and fucking me like the boss that you are,”, I say, and he smiles at me, still continuing to make me beg. “I think I might go,” he says as I look at him, knowing what he wants from me right now.
“Don’t go… I need to be filled and taught a lesson on who is my boss at these games,” I say, pleading with Hamish, begging him to fuck me. I see. the smile on his face right now, and he has a big smile on his face as he smiles and grabs my shoulders.
I look at him “I don’t wanna ruin anything but my shoulder…” I tell him, and he nods as if he is another athlete, respecting the injury because we all go through situations where we have injuries.
Hamish gets me onto all fours and pulls my hair back and my head up so that he can take control of my ass right now as his hard cock starts to split open my ass cheeks. The push into my ass is slow as my ass needs time to take an adjustment to being fucked again.
“Fuck yeah, bro”, I say as he keeps pushing into me and leaning into the back of my neck to kiss me as he starts to pick up the speed taking control of me. “Oh fuck yeah, your ass feels good around my cock”, he says as I can tell how much he’s into fucking me right now and my ass is up in the air as he continues to go at me harder and harder as the bed rocks and squeaks just like many of the rooms at the moment.
Hamish is using all the power in his muscular thighs right now to continue to slam into me harder, and his balls slap on my smooth ass. The feeling of being fucked by a cocky young jock who knows me and my profile is really hot because it makes me feel worthless right now, which I love.
“You’re just a little cock whore aren’t you, Jordan… you’re just here to take my South African cock aren’t you,” he says as fucks me and pulls my hair, and slaps my ass as he, continues to fuck me hard as I’m just moaning.
The two of us are going at it hard as. I can feel my prostate being hit repeatedly as Hamish continues to slam into me, as his balls slap into my ass as he continues to go harder. “FUCK YEAH… MAKE ME A BITCH” I say, pleading for it, and he continues to go harder; my prostate is being destroyed right now as I can feel tonnes of pre cum starting to flow through my asshole as he rips my hole apart.
It's not long before I can feel him starting to blow a load in my ass. “You want my cum in your bitch hole, don’t you,” he says as I nod my head, and I can feel two big loads going through my hole before he continues to fuck me harder again because he keeps slamming into me.
I feel a couple of loads go into me, but Hamish isn’t done fucking me as he rolls me over onto my back as I’m panting, and without warning, he slams back into my hold. I’m laying on the bed as he has me pinned and holds my throat as he continues to fuck me harder and my cock is leaking as I’m on my back, and he kisses me now as we make out, and it doesn’t take long for me to blow my load now as I’m being fucked and my prostate rammed harder than I’ve felt it before.
Hamish pulls out of my ass and somehow has another two loads of cum drain from his balls onto my face as he licks it up before his rock-hard 9-inch cock is slapped across my face before he pulls me up and kisses me before smiling.
“Fuck you are a slut”, he says with a smile, and I just nod my head because I am honestly a slut for a big cock and a horny stud controlling me despite looking tough.
The two of us get up and head to the shower as he can’t keep his hands off me “You clearly have done this before” I say to him curious about things in his life because I’m nosy but especially with guys who are not straight in probably the most straight environment in the world of Men’s professional sport.
“Of course I have; when you have this cock, why wouldn’t you want to make hot men just submit to it? There’s nothing hotter than having some masculine actually submitting because, like, you’re expected to dominate a girl”, he says as I nod my head, and I can’t say that I have ever thought about fucking a woman in my life and never had the urge.
The two of us shower and have one last kiss as he gets dressed I worry that he might have used a lot of energy in the fucking before tonight, but he just smiles and tells me that he always plays better after letting out the sexual tension in his body.
I smile and feel refreshed after he leaves, and I leave it a few minutes before leaving the hotel and turning in the room key as I’ve gone from feeling like the settled 30-year-old married guy back to being the 20-year-old single me and tells me that I can do whatever I want.
Epilogue
That night, Jordan actually went to the Hockey to watch Hamish play just to see if his concerns were warranted about him being too exhausted and putting in a bad performance. The concerns were unfounded as Hamish scored both South African goals but despite the two goals, South Africa lost 6-2 to Germany.
