Back when I was just an 18-year-old high school senior. I was an Olympic caliber swimmer. After an All-American senior swim season, I decided to compete in state, regional, and national competitions. To do this I had to seek sponsors for expenses such as training and lodging at each competition.
Luckily my dad knew this guy Ralph who owned a construction, excavation, and paving company. I went to Ralph and pleaded my case. Ralph was a very imposing character at his 6 feet and 4 inches. He was mammoth in size as well. He had to weigh at least 285 and I mean 285 in muscle. His chest huge so broad and defined above a little beer gut, His legs were sculpted, finely rippled from the years of manual labor.
Ralph was very receptive and made a strong promise to help out as much as possible. He said it wasn't totally in his control however, as he had hired a man to run the business end of his operations. So Ralph took me to meet Joesph. Joesph was a little bowling ball of a man. He was probably around 5'8'' weighing about 250. He was one big gut, balding and graying probably 10 years ahead of Ralph's 42 years.
Joesph was an uptight penny pincher of a man. "How much will this set us back?" he asked. Upon replying around $15,000 he gasped. He gave Ralph a death stare and turned my way. "Absolutely not," he said. Ralph pulled him away and they went at it. After a brief yet animated discussion Joesph reluctantly cut me a check. "You better be worth it kid," he remarked.
I went straight into training. To have more time to focus on my development as a swimmer I dumped my girlfriend at the time Joyce. I spent every waking minute trying to better myself as a swimmer. I spent hours in the pool, in the weight room, running, and doing yoga. The training was paying dividends. My doughy 170 turned into a solid 185 pounds of fine tuned muscle. I lost all my baby fat off my newly shaved aerodynamic body and in the process trimmed almost 5/10 of a second off my times.
A week to competition, a meet in Atlanta, I'm primed a perfect diet and intense training regiment have me at my peak. I was bursting with energy because of my trainer's no getting off strategy, the same way boxers won't have sex before matches. I invite my sponsors to the meet figuring there's no way they'll show for a meet so far away, but figure it was polite just the same. To save cash I would be traveling out to Atlanta by myself.
I get to Atlanta a day before the meet. Did a light work out and got a massage and called it an early night. At the meet I was unstoppable winning every heat I had entered. After the medal ceremony my two sponsors approached me. They congratulated me on my victory and invited me back to their hotel room for a celebration. I figured I would be lonely being on my own in Atlanta for another day and rationalized that I deserved to cut it loose for one night.
I arrived at their place to a room service meal and 2 bottles of champagne on the table. Ralph proposed a toast to my medal and me. We ate and drank like champs. Full and quite tipsy we removed ourselves from the table and plopped down on a couch. After yet another drink Ralph reminded Joesph that they had a surprise for me.
His memory refreshed Joesph produced a pair of Speedos the same brand and size as mine but emblazoned with their company logo. Surprised and moved by the gesture I thanked them profusely. "Go ahead try it on," Ralph said. So I left and put it on in the bathroom. "Oh that's great," Ralph stated and asked me to turn around. Joesph moved in behind me saying he wanted to check out the print on the logo.
Sitting there modeling a pair of Speedos for two older men had an unanticipated effect on me perhaps it was the no sex vow but for some reason I started getting hard.
There was no hiding it in my tight suit. It was obvious I was aroused. "What's that kid, showing off for two guys getting you hot, fag?" Ralph asked in a demeaning tone. "You want dick sissy?" In shock I couldn't speak.
"Well here you go pussy," Ralph exclaimed while yanking down his pants to expose a thick hard 7 incher. I bent at my waist taking his cock into my hand and licking its purple precum soaked mushroom tip.
From behind I felt my shorts being tugged down. Joesph yanked them down and spread my legs. He moved in close and started tonguing my hairless asshole. As he did I moaned. "This little slut loves it," Ralph said. "Lick my balls faggot," he barked.
