Chapter 1

I spent my June and July in one of three places: at home, in the water or on a boat. After Melissa's little speech, I didn't want to speak to anyone and I didn't want anyone consoling me. It wasn't that I thought I'd never get over her - I knew eventually, I would - but I didn't want anyone telling me that it wasn't so bad or the better to love/lost cliché. I thought she loved me, I was wrong. Every time I thought about it, I got mad. The only time I didn't think about it is when I was either swimming, working or sleeping so I tried to spend most of my time physically engaged and not thinking.

Except for time with Alex.

He gave up quickly on talking me into dating someone else. Instead, he was a perfect little submissive - including one dismal night when I couldn't sleep, letting me beat him until I exhausted myself. He came twice then got up with me at five in the morning and kept time for me while I swam. He made the summer bearable.

So when Dad told me that Alex couldn't go to training camp with me, I was pissed.

"I'm sorry, son. They make provisions for a parent or guardian but not for guests. Even if he went, you two wouldn't be allowed ta hang out." He said. "Believe me, I know how you feel."

'Like hell you do.' I thought but I didn't say aloud. Instead, I went to my room and called Alex. His father had given him the same speech.

July 15th, Mom and I flew to San Diego to the US Olympic Swim team training camp. I don't know why I brought clothes or got a hotel room - it would have been easier if we had all just slept in the pool for all the time we spent on dry land. For two weeks, 16 of us did nothing that didn't connect to swimming. In all honesty, I didn't have time to miss Alex, Missy or anyone else. By the time it was over, I was a bit sick of the whole thing. I couldn't wait for the Games to get the damn thing over with.

I had two more weeks to wait. The Wednesday before the opening ceremony, I pack up and flew to Los Angeles so I could fly out of LAX with the rest of the team. Alex and Beth flew with me. The rest of the family flew Saturday morning. Beijing was invaded by the McElroy clan.

The nearly 20 hour flight was dull. Excruciatingly dull. Beth, Alex and I had three seats together overlooking the wing of the plane. We put Alex in the middle. During the second movie, he began to get ideas. He rang for the flight attendant and got three blankets.

"Alex. What are you doing?" I had a feeling I didn't want to know.

"Trust me, Sir." He grinned - which is never a reason to trust him. "I got this."

He spread the blankets so that all three of us were more or less tucked in. Then I felt his fingers tugging at my zipper just as Beth hissed, "Alex, you're gonna get us thrown off the plane."

"Relax." He fairly cooed, "Just lay back and be cool. No one will ever know."

I was on the aisle, so I shifted in my seat and crossed my legs further hiding my erection and Alex's movement from any casual glance. He was very slow, keeping me hard but not on edge for a long time. Periodically, he whispered in my ear just how wet Beth was or hard she was biting her lips to not make any noise. After a while, I realized he was reporting the same about me to Beth. While he was leaning toward her, I leaned to him, "When we land, you are getting such a spanking." He shivered. He spent half of the rest of the flight teasing us. Finally, I stopped his hand and excused myself. I had to wait in line to get into the closet that passes as an airplane bathroom but with a tissue, it was big enough to finish what Alex started. I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning too loudly. When I got back to my seat, however, I told Alex, "My turn. Move." He grinned fiendishly and let me have the middle seat.

He was right; Beth felt like someone had spilled something. After a minute, I realized something else as well. "Where are your underwear, young lady?"

She giggled, "On the floor, under the seat."

"If they under the seat, they likely on top uh someone's carry on. You know that, right?"