Isla: That is the group to watch. All of the contenders will be grouped up. Harper Cherry, Levi Lyle, Seb Pavi, and Jesse Gagen.
Deuce: And with that, we start the Gymnastics finals and one of the first bois up is Harper Cherry on floor.
“Umm, Coach? Is Harper…” Andrew said pointing to Harper standing on the floor mat with his hands behind his back.
He’s getting nervous waiting for that bell to ring to start his routine. I can see it. He’s looking at the crowd back to the floor, back and forth. The nerves are setting in. This is way different than being in the FBW Gym of only five thousand. Now 17,000 eye’s balls are directly on him. “Stay Calm, Harper!” I yell out from the team box.
“You got this!” the other bois yell out after. Andrew clings to me in nervous anticipation as Riley clings to Silver as Silver clings to his crutches.
The bell finally rings. The song of “Ex’s and Oh’s” by Ellie King fill the arena as that is the song he will do his routine to. Harper starts with his dance number. It’s tight but not harmful enough for a deduction. His footwork is lacking but he makes it up by showing his body off in an alluring way. I can see him over thinking every little movement of his magnificent body.
He prepares for his first tumbling pass near the start of the chorus. As he takes his deep breath, the other bois yell out “FLY!” as they usually do during practice. He approaches. Each stunt and flip like slow motion in my head. I know because I will always remember his hand slipping during his backflip right before he hit the air. He slightly recovered to twirl in the air. But, when he landed. He landed on his feet, but the momentum and awkward approach forced him to land hard and fall back. He caught himself on his hands with his beautiful ass out of bounds.
The song played on. It felt like eternity. Especially for Harper. He looked to us. I think I remained stoic. But the other bois were in shock. Their mouths were gagged and speechless. Harper never faltered let alone fall down. Then Silver yelled out, “Get up! Recover! You can do it you selfish bitch!”
Harper turned his head to the other side. As if his eyes were directed by god, he found Cole. Cole shouted something. I think it was, “I love you,” or something.
Harper got back up. All of that lasted about two seconds but it felt like minutes. Then when he got back up, his shoulder relaxed and went back to his routine. For the rest of it, perfection. It usually takes him numerous competitions to get used to an environment. But, he settled in. Every jump, shake of his ass, extension of his body and every single tumble was flawless. He ended his routine laying prone on the floor on his stomach, twirled his head seductively, and then turned on his side as if to show off his legs and ass.
The crowd roared. Seventeen thousand people stood up, cocks hard, cheering for Harper. I pumped my fist. But, I knew that fall was going to lower is score. He had a difficulty score of 5.6. Harper could be in trouble.
The results were announced.
Announcer: Harper Cherry. 12.4 Floor Exercise.
Deuce: That fall is going to set Harper back and with a 12.4 score, he has considerable work to do in the next two events.
Isla: But he looked fantastic after that disastrous fall. The judges must have given him a massive deduction for the fall and the short time he wasted after the fall. If he can maintain that momentum he had after the fall, there is no reason he can slip in for the gold. He was very lucky to not be in the 11 score range.
Mell: We just have to see how the other bois do.
The other femboys were good. Only Jesse from Harper’s group scored lower than him. It is going to be a battle.
Then during the last competitors of the first rotation, the crowd erupted again.
“What the fuck happened?” Andrew said as he scanned the arena for the source of the cheering.
“A stud nutted,” Riley said pointing right at the boi ending his chair routine.
Mell: Oh my god, Oh my god! What did we just see?
Isla: Our first stud nut on chair routine by Phila Coete of South Africa.
Deuce: Did another boi just enter contention for a medal?
Mell: With a… what is it? OMG an 18.5 chair score! We sure do.
Deuce: And what a way to end our first rotation. Phila is in first and America’s Harper Cherry will have to fight back from seventh if he wants to stand on the podium. Pole routine is next for Harper’s group.
Phila Coete. We heard about this ebony beauty but we did not exactly think it was true. Standing only 5’8″ with a booty girls paid thousands for, he just grabbed the competition by its balls. The rumor was that Phila would turn straight men down Femboy road in South African night clubs. He made their star athletes and celebrities rethink their entire life. Now Harper was looking at his newest contender. And Riley was looking at his competition in the Pentathlon. That’s right. Phila Coete qualified for both.
Since Harper placed third in his group he would be going second on Pole. He spent the next minute and half pacing back and forth as Jesse was doing his routine. Then Cole fought through the first row of men and leaned over to see Harper. Then in a picture that would reverberate through Olympic, national, and world news, Harper and Cole kissed for the world to see. Femboy’s usually kiss as if they are trying to milk every ounce of baby batter out of your balls. This kiss on the other hand, was as if they were in love. The New York Times called this, “The Kiss of the Olympics” and put it straight on the cover.
But for Harper, it was everything he needed to keep that momentum going. It was his turn to twirl on that pole. I shed a damn tear, as did my cock. You cannot outdue Harper when he is on his game. When he holds that pole and twerks his ass, your eyes are transported to paradise. When the back of his knee rotates around that spinning pole, every elongation of his body is like a Da Vinci painting Then when he grinds his skinny, tall body with his long cock touching the pole, simply put, you get fucking horny. Harper’s fucking back.
Mell: That’s it! That’s it! That is how you recover, Harper Cherry!
Isla: They say pole is where wins go to die. But for Harper, Pole is where wins come back to life! What a performance!
Deuce: Now we await the score from the judges. Do they agree that he is back?
Announcer: Harper Cherry, 14.8 Pole Routine.
report Mell: Fuck yeah it is! Fuck the FCC! Harper is back with that score. His score has been boosted to 27.2.
Isla: If the FCC has any national pride, Mell, they will forgive you. That is the highest score on Pole routine not just in these Olympics but the entire calendar year.
Deuce: Of course it would be Harper to do it. And now he has his best event next to try and claim the gold.
Mell: Just look at the determination on his face as he walks to the Chair area. The stride in his step, the wiggle of his ass and that “fuck you, I’m the best” sexy ass scowl on his face says move over bois, I have arrived.
Deuce: Well the standings are close now. Phila is still in first with a total score of 31.7 as he got