“But you are the best in your sport. And you were right. I spent all year streaming your gymnastics events. So eventually I would have met you. I thought winning the gold would impress you and you would want to meet me. But my plan got expedited a bit.” Cole said as he gave Harper a cheeky smile.
“You are welcome. I bet you jacked off to me, didn’t you?” Harper smiled back.
Cole leaned over and invaded Harper’s mouth with his hard tongue. “Every day, baby.” Cole then nudged Harper’s face and said, “You are just nervous.”
“Easy for someone to say who is guaranteed gold.”
“I just jump high. And maybe I will hit the high bar and lose. But, you twist, twirl, bend, and do all sorts of crazy shit that make men hard as a rock. That is why everyone is in love with you.”
“Easy for you to say,” Harper said in a low tone. He leaned over and hugged his legs as he wore Cole’s track jacket and braced the Southern California mid-summer breeze.
“Admit it, you are nervous, Harper.”
“I am not!” Harper sassed back with his southern accent that made Cole’s cock twitch.
“Babe, you just met me. And now you drag me out to Huntington Beach, away from all the main attractions. When one of your teammates pulled an upset to make it to the Semi-finals tomorrow. And you missed it. We should get back, Harper,” Cole protested.
“Can we just fuck again and forget about this,” Harper said as he leaned against Cole’s arm.
“Not unless you admit you are scarred and nervous,” Cole negotiated.
“Bleh, I’m going for a walk then.” Harper jumped up, brushed the sand off his ass onto Cole, and sauntered off with his hands behind his back.
Cole was transfixed by Harper. Even one of the world’s greatest athletes could fall in love with Harper in under 15 hours. Harper’s long legs and beautiful ass looked beautiful as he walked away. He could not help himself. Once Harper was five yards away, Cole raced over to Harper and took him in his arms.
“Fine one more fuck, then we get back to your hotel,” Cole said.
“Depends on how hard you fuck me,” Harper said whimsically.
Cole took Harper up on his offer. He carried Harper under the pier and undressed Harper out of his own Olympic track jacket and Harper’s short boy shorts. Harper took Cole out his jeans and white USA team shirt. They kissed in between each article clothing coming off. It was aggressive as if they were both athletes at the peak of their performance.
Cole picked up and Harper. He did not need any stimuli other than looking into Harper’s eyes to be ready. He leaned Harper against the wood holding the pier up. Harper gasped as he felt the world record holder in the high jump gape his hole.
This was femboy bliss for Harper. Femboys go wild once they are with someone they like. And he gave Cole his all. His moans and yelps could have woken up all the rich people living on the beach.
“Let me suck you. I want to worship you,” Harper gasped as Cole went balls-deep to his words.
Harper jumped off and got on his knees. He grabbed hold of Cole’s thick cock by the base and kissed up his shaft to the mushroom of his head. He flicked his frenulum before he swallowed the head. Now it was time for Cole to wake up the neighborhood. Harper’s tongue wrapped around the head and his mouth inched closer and closer down the length.
Cole shivered as he felt Harper’s lips kiss his body as all his inches were inside his mouth. Both were near the brink. Harper was stroking his large cock as he pleasured his crush.
“Give me your cum, baby. Let me swallow it.” Three quick sucks later and Harper got his wish. Cole let out a knee bending orgasm into his lover’s mouth as Harper’s cum stained the sand. They both made enough noise to gather a crowd. But, as they looked up, they saw no one in sight and laughed at their outdoor escapade.
“I’ll book us a hotel but we leave in the morning. Okay, baby?” Cole said.
” A fine compromise by me. Unless I keep you in bed all day,” Harper said as he snuggled his nose on Cole’s.
The thing is though, they thought no one saw them.
“I found Harper,” My contact texted me as he watched them from the other side of the street.
I was laying in bed holding Andrew and listening to Silver celebrate his two wins and texted back, “Let him rest. Bring him back in the morning.”
“Fuck me, Cole. Fill me up like you always dreamed of watching me on your computer. Cum, cum for me,” Harper cooed as he rode Cole hard in their fancy hotel bed early in the morning. Cole did not mind splurging part of his Olympic bonus on a beauty like Harper.
“Fuck, you are so good, baby. I’m, Imma…”
*Knock, knock, knock*
A bang on the door interrupted Cole in midstroke.
Harper groaned, “Fuuck,” He got off the bed and covered his hard 8.5 inches with a light bedsheet, and answered the door.
Harper did not look through the peephole and swung the door open, “Can I help…”
Harper’s tongue twisted as she saw the man in front of him. “It’s time to go, Harper. You can bring your boyfriend if you want,” My contact said looking like a Men-in-Black character with his black suit and dark sunglasses.
Both got dressed. This time Harper wore his Team USA sweatshirt as Cole silently basked in the smell Harper left on his track jacket.
“He’s not mad. The team is not mad. They just want to know you are okay,” My contact said as they merged onto the freeway back to where Harper was supposed to be.
“They can mind their own business,” Harper grunted.
Cole leaned his hand over and took Harper’s into his.
The thing is… I knew this would happen. I know you will most likely get annoyed hearing this over and over again, but it is very true. That is, Harper is one of the most beautiful femboys FBW has ever had. Harper is like that first sorority girl or frat boy you saw when all the clubs and greek life were recruiting people during the first month of school. They stopped you in your tracks and you just stood there staring, looking like an idiot as you gagged at their beauty. And that was the first time you realized, there are levels to beauty. Same fucking thing but Harper just happens to be a femboy.
However, Harper has always been…shy. He grew up with famous parents who were recognizable anywhere they went. He hated it. So growing up, he took out his stress on his dad’s drums. That is where his rhythm developed. Then he would dance and dance but his dancing more resembled the women in the music videos rather than the men.
Then he would go to his sister’s gymnastic events. He would always annoy his mom by asking her if he could join. And he joined. But it was the boy’s gymnastics. He loved the rhythm and freedom of the girls than the strength and endurance of the boys.
During his first-ever event, in floor routine, once the beep sounded, he took one step, looked at all the parents in the crowd, and broke down. The anxiety broke Harper. So he quit.
It was not until the 2024 Olympics that the passion he had as a child bubbled up again as an 18- year old. He watched his sister on the world stage win bronze in individual Floor Routine. She looked free and happy jumping and twisting in the air. The way she moved her body on the floor, balanced on the beam, swung on high bars, and flew on vault. The itch came back. Once he got back to the States, he joined a gymnastics gym and took night classes with moms and older 20-year-olds inspired to learn gymnastics from the Olympics.