Chapter 19: Getting to LA28

ON MY TWENTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY in 2028, I slowly realized I was pretty much the oldest guy in the academy adult dormitory. I’d been in the same room for three and a half years. It was convenient. I had a couple of sponsorships and a collection of medals that I’d sent on to my parents. I’d won a gold at Nationals twice for my floor exercise and had garnered silver in the Worlds in China. The Chinese team had been shocked when I nudged their competitor out of second place, so China took first and third.

I was traveling a lot for competitions and had to thank my sponsors for that. Between training and travel, I was making less from massage than I’d made my first year at the academy.

It was also becoming obvious that I was out of place at the academy. I’d need to move to Denver where the men’s national team would be training for Nationals and LA28.

I’d had a massage client, Rachel, who I almost turned away, because I remembered her as a fourteen-year-old when I got here. She was eighteen now. I gave her the massage as a birthday gift. She felt fantastic beneath my fingers and I was reminded that I’d not had a lover, or time for one, since I started preparing for last year’s Worlds.

I guess it was really brought home, though, when I had a meeting with Coach DiCello.

“What are you going to do when you grow up, Paul?” she asked bluntly. I wondered if she’d been talking to my dad. He’d asked almost the same question at my sister’s wedding in December.

“I haven’t had time to think of anything but preparing for LA28. The Olympics have always been my goal.”

“I think by July you’ll be a gold medal contender in the floor exercises. I’m betting you’ll be in medal contention in three other events. That means a possible all-round. But that is only four months away. You need to start planning what comes next.”

“The ‘32 Olympics?” I said.

“Where? Even if you are preparing for the next Olympic games, where are you going to do it?”

What she was saying finally dawned on me.

“My time at the academy is over?” I asked.

“Certainly as a full-time student it is. I can continue to coach you and you can buy training and practice time here, but having a dormitory room at twenty-three is a little extreme. And meals included. The academy is focused on second tier training and you’ve done well by it. But we don’t lodge and feed professionals here. And you need to decide where you’ll be working as a professional—possibly as an Olympic gold medalist.”

“Oh. Crap.”

“You don’t need to have this all planned out today, but we need to get you on a track toward success in life, not just in the Olympics. I’d suggest you start looking at the circus training option. You’ve done some of that in your tumbling. But look at the aerial acts, too. You can continue to train and keep your gymnastics sharp while you are learning some new skills that are more marketable.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll look at it.”

I was still making trips out to the beach with half a dozen girls about once a month. It was funny. None of the girls who piled into my car had been with Sydnie, Lena, and Eva when we started going out. I didn’t know anything beyond the names of a couple of them. I wasn’t even sure who was organizing the trips as it always seemed to be a different girl who asked me to drive them.

We still had fun. We played on the beach and in the water. We did tricks that kept a lot of the spring break kids entertained. Occasionally, I went to the beach with more girls than I brought back to the academy. They were pretty popular.

Rachel had come to my door to ask if I could take some girls to the beach on Sunday, but I told her I was planning to see the Twins’ spring training game down in Fort Myers.

“I didn’t know you liked baseball!” she said. “Can I go, too?”

“Sure, I guess. I was just going online to order my ticket.”

“I’ll pay for mine. And help with gas and stuff,” she said excitedly.

She looked over my shoulder as we looked at the seating map of the stadium and chose good seats behind the Twins’ dugout. They were a little pricey, but I knew from experience that these were concierge seats and we’d have service right in the stadium without getting up to leave.

“We won’t catch any foul balls here, will we?” she asked. “Should I bother to bring my glove?”

“If you want. It’s always possible. Even if we don’t, you could get your favorite player to autograph your glove,” I suggested. “They love beautiful young flirts.”

“You think I’m a flirt?”

“I didn’t say that. Did I?” I laughed.

We decided to make a day of it and really enjoy the ball park and Fort Myers. We might even drive down to Fort Myers Beach after the game. I wondered what the odds were that I’d be driving back alone.

I didn’t need to worry about that. Rachel had gone to work and got two more girls, Dorene and Lydia, to join us for the game. Of course, they didn’t get their tickets at the same time we did, so they were seated a section away from us. Too bad that wasn’t a concierge section.

We ate hotdogs and popcorn, slathered on enough sunblock to stop a direct hit, and Rachel got her mitt signed by one of the players. The Twins had just become her favorite team. I had no idea who had been her favorite before that.

We all agreed to go down to Fort Myers Beach for dinner. As I was driving, all three girls stripped in the car and put their bikinis on. That was a treat. I’d expected them to wait until we reached a restroom or at least to have me wait outside the car while they changed. Rachel was not only casual about stripping, she seemed to be in no hurry, making sure I had plenty of opportunity to glance over beside me and look at her. The other two weren’t in much more of a hurry, but I had to catch glimpses of them in the mirror.

“Your turn,” Rachel said, when I’d parked in a space that was just being vacated. It was after five and there was a shift change going on as spring breakers from the previous week rushed to the airport or packed cars to drive north, and spring breakers for the next week were still arriving and hadn’t had time to get fully drunk yet. At least that was one thing I didn’t need to worry about. None of us drank alcohol. It would definitely be bad for our training.

“My turn?” I said, not understanding what she was talking about.

“Strip and get your trunks on. You got a free show from all three of us. Pay up!”

“Oh. Um...” I put thoughts of being bullied out of my mind. She had a point. Fair was fair. If only I didn’t have quite such a hard-on from the show they’d given.

I sighed, slid my seat back, and shucked my pants. I grabbed my trunks out of my bag and worked them up and over my cock, as the girls made appreciative sounds. I was redder than if I’d sunburned, but I’d get over it.

One thing we all did was wear skimpy bikinis or Speedos. There was no question we’d have tan lines. The idea was to have them where they wouldn’t show when we put on our gymnastics uniforms. We grabbed our towels to take with us and I locked the car. Rachel had a small beach bag and dropped the keys in it along with our wallets. We headed out for a stroll along the water. The beach is a couple of miles long and we’d parked almost at the north end of it, so we had a really nice walk along the water, the girls attracting stares as we went.

“Let me up on your shoulders,” Rachel said, handing her bag and towel off to Dorene and Lydia. I threw her from a cannonball and she landed on my shoulders without faltering. I thought she was just going to sit on my shoulders, but she stood there making quite a spectacle of herself up where everyone could see her.

Since she was perched up where she could be seen, I decided to have some fun and turned toward the water. I was already up to my knees before she realized what I was doing. I was up to my waist when she finally did a forward pike salto and dropped into the water. My waist. Where she landed, the water was fully up to her chin. I mentioned that she’s a gymnast. That’s almost guaranteed to mean short.

We had a little tussle in the water and my Speedos ended up rolled down below my crotch. It’s not really easy to get a suit that tight off. Somehow, though, her top ended up in my hands without her in it. We were still deep enough not to be readily visible from the shore, but Rachel jumped at me and wrapped her legs around my waist, smashing her small breasts against my chest. She also smashed her lips against mine and gave me a kiss that was guaranteed to bring rigidity to where she was sitting.

“I hope you’re planning to put that someplace useful tonight,” she breathed. “Now give me my top.”

I gave her the top and pulled my trunks up.

Dorene and Lydia were just sitting on the beach laughing at us and threatened not to give us our towels. They quickly relented when we began dripping on them. By the time we were away from the beach to a restaurant, our suits were dry enough to sit and enjoy fish and chips for dinner. They didn’t have grouper sandwiches.

The other two girls jumped out of the car as soon as I pulled in to the dorm, yelling thanks for the ride. Rachel pulled my hand and led me to her room where she immediately stripped out of her bikini and ‘helped’ me get out of my suit.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. “I mean, I’m a lot older than you are.”

“I hope that means you know what you’re doing,” she laughed. “Because from here on, this is all new territory for me.”

“This is your first? Rachel, we should have made it special.”

“What do you think we did? A ball game, a walk on the beach with a tumble in the water, and dinner. I don’t think it gets more special than that. What ... um ... what do I do next? You’re not the first naked boy I’ve seen, but I’ve never done anything with it.”

“Let’s just relax and let nature take its course,” I said. “Maybe we should rinse off in the shower to get the salt and sunscreen off.”

“Okay!”

That was the right place to start. We soaped and kissed and generally slid around on each other while we got things cleaned up. If we’d been in my room, I had spare towels because I washed my own for the massage room. In Rachel’s tiny bath, we shared one towel and then tumbled into bed.

I was pretty nervous. I think Rachel was the first girl I’d ever been with who was less experienced than I was. We didn’t do a lot of fancy stuff. We weren’t making a porn movie. We just kissed and stroked each other until it was obvious we were both ready.

“You might want to be on top so you can control the speed and depth and all,” I suggested.

“Really? I thought I just laid here and spread my legs. This is cool.”

She had a couple of false starts, but I held her body weight with her butt in my hands until she got into a position where we could couple with minimal discomfort. Once she’d managed to get fully seated on my cock though, she kind of went wild.

“Yeah! Yeah! I knew it would be good. It’s good! Isn’t it, Paul? Is it good?”

“It’s really good,” I said as she bounced up and down on me. It didn’t last long, but it was really fun. And from her perspective, it was as special as she wanted it to be.