Chapter 2

At the hotel, there is a very large sign in the lobby announcing that due to a computer glitch, some reservations made online were over-booked and some guests were being re-routed to hotels nearby. Not athletes. Not Beth and Alex. Everyone in line is cranky with jet lag — most of us would be happy to sleep where we are standing.

At the desk, Beth asks the clerk, "You know, I only booked my own room because my mother worries but would it be helpful if my boyfriend and I shared a room?" Beth leaned over the desk and whispered something to the harried clerk. The women looked first relieved, then conspiratorial, then proceeded to waive the cancellation fee and upgrade Beth and Alex to a suite with a Jacuzzi. "Come on, boyfriend." Beth said pulling Alex by the belt. My teammate/roommate, Michael, and I get our room keys relatively painlessly. The four of us head up stairs and crash hard. I sleep til close to 8am the next morning, which, for me is extremely late.

I don't get a chance to play with Alex and Beth after that — by 10am, there is the first of many team meetings. Two hours later, we are told, effectively 'go play nice, don't do anything to get disqualified.' I wasn't planning to. I'm not going to have much time to play tourist and who knows if I'll ever get back to Beijing. I go up to their room, collect Alex and Beth from their hot tub and wander around the city until dinnertime.

The palaces and temples are awesome. Tiananmen Square really gets to Beth but Alex spends most of the time there trying to pick up hot Chinese chicks. It's not til we're standing on Zhonghai Lake and I'm looking at the "No Swimming" sign that it all hits me. Sometime in the next week, I'm going to swim a lake that was during my life time reserved for only the highest of communist party leaders. There are people who have lived their whole lives in this city and never seen it. I'm gonna swim it. I reach out, grab both of them and hug them tightly. I don't know why but I need a moment.

"Win or lose, Peter, we're really proud of you." Beth says.

I manage to pull myself together without crying — although I'll never admit how close I was to tearing up — and we see a few more sights before heading back to the Olympic Village. There's a huge international dinner/buffet/party/soiree going. Alex snags three glasses of champagne and we wander around for a while. As with any party, like groups cluster together and eventually I spot a large group of mostly familiar people; competitors from other races. In truth, I haven't been in many international challenges so I'm easily the rookie on the US team. Still, I'm likely to meet most of these people again. Alex all but dives into the group, making friends quickly but Beth sticks closer to me and the few people I know.

I'm chatting with one of my teammates when someone nibbles my ear. I nearly jump through my skin even as a delightful shiver shots down my spine. My teammate grins, "I guess your girlfriend needs you. I'll just go find some more crab puffs."

I turn around and face Beth; I can see she's a little tipsy. "You have lost yo' damn mind, haven't you?" I should set her straight but really, I just want to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"Yes." She says, straddling my lap, "but I can be totally trashy with ya'll an' ya don't think Ima ho."

"No." Alex leans unexpectedly down over my neck. I must be tipsy too 'cause all I wanna do is take them both upstairs and fuck them. "He just don't say you uh ho."

"You uh asshole." She slurs.

"So? You uh cunt." He hurls back settling behind me. His rock hard dick presses against my ass and I twitch.

"Alright ya'll two; enough." This is definitely a Master thing. "Beth, up." She pouts but gets up. "Alex. Come on; I got training in the morning anyhow." A few eyebrows go up as the three of us make our way back to the hotel. I realize why when I see our reflection. Alex and I both have our arms around Beth's waist. We might as well have broadcast 'ménage-a-troi'. I don't really care. We head up to their room.

It's hopeless and sick and twisted and wrong but I love the taste of my sister's pussy. I love my cousin's tongue when he wraps it around my dick and sucks me halfway down his throat. Between us, Alex and I still can't get Beth to cum but we exhaust ourselves trying. She gives as good as she gets, sucking us both off then motivating us both into double pen — Alex from behind and me in front. I promised Alex that one day we'd put him in the middle.

The next morning I wake up on time but tired and sore. I get back to my room, shower, dress and get to breakfast. My roommate doesn't ask any questions and I don't offer any explanations. We get to practice with the rest of the team. Midway through, the coach pulls me aside.

"Look, it's not my business who you choose to fool around with but put it on hold till after the games, will ya?" he shows me the morning's tallies. I'm almost a minute slow across the board.

"Yes Sir. I'll, uh, get some sleep tonight."

"You do that. Just put your toys away for a couple weeks. I need you here, ok, McElroy?"

"Yes Sir. I'm here." I look at the pool. A full minute. That is not why Beth and Alex are here. They don't know it, but they're my incentive. Another minute and Alex would have drown. I want Beth to be a minute faster than me. I dive in the water and by the end of the next set of laps, I have my times back down to normal. The coach gives me a thumbs up.

After, I call Beth and Alex. "No more games, guys, sorry. It's throwing off my speed." I can hear the disappointment in Alex's voice. "I tell you what. Both of you meet me at Xiushui Shichang for lunch. Soon as you can get there." He looks up the address so I can find the place and an hour later, the three of us are wandering through the Beijing silk merchant's district looking at lingerie. "Ok, here's your assignment: Alex, buy Beth something pretty." His eyes light up. "Something she wants to wear to replace the panties you lost on the plane." Beth blushes.

"Oh, hell yes, Sir."

"Beth, you are to buy Alex something he'll enjoy wearing. Also from this section." Both of their jaws drop. "If you don't see anything for either of you here, try the leather district." I glance at my watch. "My lunch break's almost over. I gotta sail." I kiss them both. "Alex. You cum when she does."

He swallows hard, "Uh, yes, Sir. Sir, Ima break that rule ina 'bout an hour."

I smile. "I know." I head back to the pool and concentrate on shaving as much time off as I can. When we're done for the day and back at the hotel, I go to the spa and talk to the manager. Thankfully, I'm not the first guy to ask so they have someone on staff who can do a full body wax. I'm also not the last one to ask so they have schedule time available as well. I don't know if body hair adds drag or not but I feel faster after I've shaved. Besides, the chick's dig it. Seriously. Even the technician who does the waxing, puts a little too much stroking into the process. "Your girlfriend must be very lucky." He says softly.

I can't help sighing. "Yeah, before she dumped me." He hesitates before applying the next layer of wax so I add, "But my boyfriend seems to like it too."

"You used to date girls, now you date boys?"

I let him pull the wax off before I answer that. I have got to do this to Alex one day. He'll love the procedure and hate the results. "Actually, the last year, I've had one of each."

"Consecutively?"

"Concurrently."

"Oh my." He finishes my calves and moves up to my thighs. I can feel the trepidation in his fingers as he tries to perform a very intimate service without providing a 'very intimate service'. I wish I could say it wasn't having an effect on me but I am very glad I'm lying face down at the moment. I actually wondering why I decided to wax this time except that Mom and some of the guys on the team said it lasts way longer. I hiss as the back of my thighs are unexpectedly cleared. That clinches it — I am definitely making Alex do this some day. "So you're between sets right now? Turn over, please."

I roll over. My erection is evident. I try to stare at the ceiling and pretend it's not there but I fail miserably and feel my face turn red.

"You must be very popular in America." He says, lips twitching. He remains more or less professional but the more I see him cast sidelong glances at 'it', the harder I get. Finally, he finishes waxing everything around my jockey shorts. "So, sir, do you want full body wax?"

Since he just finished the job, I'm not sure what he means for a moment. Then it hits me and I shiver. "Uh, I don't think, uh, wax, would be good..."

"I have razor if you prefer."

I look at him. "Uh, should you be doin' that sorta ... service?"

"I should do be pleased to do whatever service you request, sir."

"I don't think I can ... I mean ... it wouldn't be, uh, proper." I can't breath. This guy wants to jack me off. An' even if his is just offering to shave me, its gonna work out to the same thing.

"I cover the hair with shaving foam then remove it with a very sharp blade. Very proper. Clean." He hooks his fingers inside the waistband and pulls my shorts down. I'm so hot, there's pre-cum glistening on the tip but he ignores it. He gets the foam; it's warm as he spreads it around my dick and balls. Then he bends my legs, parts my knees and spreads more foam liberally towards my ass.