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Michael Phelps was still breathing hard after winning his eight gold medal. He felt the warm shower water washing over his hairless, streamlined Olympian physique. This was the only chance he had to by himself for a few minutes before the press would be all over him for interviews. He wished it would last longer. A few minutes in the pool, then hours hounded by people wanting interviews. Sometimes he wondered which was harder. He rubbed the sore, overworked, Herculean muscles that covered his 6'4 frame. He started to reach forward to turn the shower off when he heard the soft, effeminate Aussie voice from behind him.

"So Michael, you thought you could leave me behind in the stands, didn't you?" asked Ian Thorpe.

Michael spun around faster than he had ever turned in a race, but couldn't form a reply. Finally he found the words.

"No Ian, I couldn't! But...how did you get in here? The security is so tight, they wouldn't even let my mom in. And why are you naked? And why is your Thorpedo standing up like that?" His eyes were drawn to said hard, throbbing Australian protrustion.

"Oh Michael, you never learn do you. But that's what I love about you, that clueless and particularly American brand of stupidity. You looked so nice in the water out there, I almost broke through my Adidas™ swimsuit. I barely managed to push past your cow of a mother and get in here before the medal ceremony." As he spoke, Ian had closed the distance and taken Michael's unresisting body into his arms.
>> Anonymous
Phelps writhed in the Australian's arms, his chiseled body helpless.

"Ian, stop! I can't...you know I'm with Bernard now." he protested weakly.

"You know Frenchy can never make you feel like I can, Michael. Besides, how can you say that with a boner like that?" Thorpes asked, pinching one of the gold medalist's hard nipples between his fingers.

And suddenly, as if they had summoned him, Bernard was there, and naked.

"Ce que l'enfer est en cours, Michael?"
>> Anonymous
HAHA damn you even got some French dialogue up in this shit
>> Anonymous
I came
>> Anonymous
OMG. I love the guy but Thorpe is gay enough to have written this.
>> Anonymous
>And why is your Thorpedo standing up like that?
fucking roffle
>> Aussie !!l+bA5F1/wqx
FINISH THIS
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Ian as the top? I'd rather see Phelps as the spiteful top punishing Ian for not being good enough.
>> Anonymous
lollerskates.
>> Anonymous
lold
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wat
>> Anonymous
omg. this is sick.