Exhibition Condition
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
I didn’t end up getting any more attention from Mason in the next few days. We had a big meet coming up and we were both busy training double time to get ready for the big weekend.
Casper had the whole team tripping over themselves to get into shape so we could put on a show that would impress. Gymnastics wasn’t football, or hockey, or basketball even golf. It was difficult to attract donors an the exhibitions were important spectacles for us. Hit big and we might secure enough funding to put us through the next two years. Miss hard and we could be rationing chalk and tape for those two years instead.
He still found time for me though. He insisted my core needed to stay loose and that meant I needed to be fucked steady right up until we left on our trip. Casper had me bent over in the gym every single morning taking his big, thick cock like a it was being offered on a conveyor belt. It was mechanical, blunt and always over too fast, but Casper didn’t hesitate to point out that by the fifth day in a row, I was throwing myself back towards him with each thrust.
He didn’t let me suck it very long anymore. I barely got a taste before he spun me around and spat on my hole to prep me for entry. It seemed like he was on a mission once I walked through the doors: tame my hole, then train my body. He did an effective job of both.
I didn’t know if it was physical, psychological or a combination of both but after each of Casper’s fucks, I could see the improvement in my form. I was lighter on the rings and the bars. I could pull off tighter twists on the pommel horse and I swam through the different exercises without needing nearly as many corrections from Casper as I had before.
It was like I could feel the space Casper’s cock had opened up inside me there, giving me the added flexibility I needed to go further. Or maybe it was just new confidence. Either way, I was crushing it, and I wanted more. More Casper and more of the feeling of accomplishment that seeped through my body each day as the exhibition drew nearer.
The day before we left, Casper sent out an email with the room assignments and the finalized details for the weekend. As expected, I would be rooming with Mason. We’d be in an adjoining room with two other guys from the team, Taylor and Ray. I knew both of them but not too well. They were nice enough guys. Roommates like Mason and I. The rest of the team would be scattered across the floor and Coach Nelson and Casper would have their own rooms at either ends of the hallway.
I was looking forward to the weekend away. Not only because of the opportunity to demonstrate my new skills to the community and my family who’d be coming to cheer me on, but also because it’d give me a chance to get to know my teammates better. So far I’d really only been able to get close with Mason and develop passing friendships with a few of the other guys. The exhibition would be a real chance to bond with the guys and get to know some of them on a more personal level.
As we packed for the weekend ahead, Mason gave me an idea of what to expect. Small crowd, big energy, best behaviour (rich coming from him), and the most gymnastics-obsessed crowd I would ever come across. He mentioned the possibility of debauchery once the events were over, but didn’t go into detail. Very unlike him. I wasn’t sure what to make of that.
As we boarded the buses to head out of town, I started to experience my first pangs of nervousness. All of the training with Casper made me feel ready, but this was going to be my first time performing in front of a real audience.
Would I screw up?
Mason seemed to pick up on what I was putting down and drew me into what I can only describe as gymnast bus games and before long I was trying to come up with the next verse of “The Mat Rat Who Thought he was a Rings Guy”.
A few hours later, we arrived at the hotel and the team piled out of the confined quarters and headed into the hotel, which seemed relatively luxurious to us after months in the dorms.
Mason and I went up to our room and as soon as we crossed through the entrance, he walked over to the bed closest to the window, tossed his bags on it and said, “This one’s mine.”
That was that I guess.
It didn’t seem the dynamic we had in our dorm room was going to change in the hotel room. I hoped that meant Mason might want to resume what we’d started just over a week ago, especially now that there were no girls within easy reach. Then I wondered if Casper was going to keep up with our ‘special’ training sessions so I could stay loose for the exhibition.
Probably not. A boy could dream though.
Once we’d settled in and unpacked, I looked over the schedule to see what came next. It looked like we had a few hours to kill before the check in with Casper and dinner. Mason was already laid out on ‘his’ bed scrolling through his phone at ease in the room like we were back in the dorm room. I was back to wondering what the weekend had in store for me. Would I do well? Would Mason use me? Would Casper?
I couldn’t bake in all that tension so I used Mason as my foil.
“So, what do we do now?” I asked.
Mason looked up at me from his phone, wiggling his toes as if it helped him consider the question I’d just asked.
“Well,” he said, “there’s dinner.”
Of course. Typical Mason. Always thinking about his next meal.
“Until then I mean?”
Mason furrowed his brow.
“You could suck my dick I guess.”
A godsend. Exactly what I needed to take my mind off the tension I’d been feeling.
I walked towards him, placing two hands on his bed, then one knee before Mason burst out laughing, like he’d just heard the funniest joke ever.
“Just kidding man. Not horny now; if you can believe that.” He looked me up and down, “You were totally ready though, eh?”
My face turned red as I felt a rush of shame creep up my spine. Mason still knew how to push my buttons — and my god was he good at it.
“I’ll let ya later though, Roomie,” he promised, reassuringly, as though sucking his dick was some sort of gift. I nodded and backed off his bed, hoping he meant it.
“You really that bored?” Mason asked.
“Just nervous,” I responded. “I’m not sure if I’ll put on a good show this weekend.”
Mason sat up a bit and put his phone down.
“Every freshie has that feeling their first time. Don’t worry about it. Why don’t we go next door, talk to Taylor and Ray? Maybe that will help you settle a bit.”
I figured anything was better than sitting around thinking about how Mason had just cockblocked me so I agreed.
Mason unlocked and opened the door on our side then banged on the door that connected our two rooms and a few seconds later there was an answer.
“Mason, that you?” came a voice from the other side.
“You know it,” Mason yelled.
A second later the door opened, and Taylor appeared. Another blond. He was a fourth-year member of the team. Fair skin, hazel eyes, good looks that I was just noticing for the first time and very well dressed now that he wasn’t in gym athletic clothes. Behind him stood Ray, a, tall, muscular, black third year member of the team with short buzzed hair and dazzling white teeth. He appeared to be on sort of phone call, though he was kind enough to wave us a friendly hello as Mason sauntered into their room like he owned it too.
As we walked in, Ray mumbled excuses to whomever he was on the phone with and set it aside as Taylor started up casual conversation.
“So, what brings you to our side of the door, Mas?” Taylor asked.
“Oh nothing,” Mason responded, “Eli here is just nervous about his first big meet!”
I threw Mason a look, but he pressed on.
“I thought it might help if he chatted with you guys a bit. Settle his nerves, you know?”
Taylor nodded. Ray twisted the hotel room chair away from the small desk it sat by to face Mason and I and sat down then said, “Totally normal, Eli. I was in my head the first time too.”
Taylor spoke.
“I wasn’t any better. I though I was gonna piss myself before I went up in front of the crowd the first time. I don’t think I slept at all the night before.”
“See, Roomie,” Mason interjected, “it’s part of the process. You’re gonna be fine.”
“And we’ll all be there to back you up,” Ray added.
“It’s true,” Taylor said. “My first meet I didn’t know what to think. I was a gay kid from a small town and I barely knew anyone on the team yet. All I could think about was what would happen if I messed up. The guys were great though. Cheered me on just like everyone else, pumped me up, included me in everything. It ended up being one of the best weekends of my life. I don’t even remember how I performed on the mats if I’m being honest.”
It felt like my heart had just dropped twenty floors in an elevator when I heard those words. Had Taylor just told me he was gay and that the team knew and was totally OK with it? Not only that, they embraced him? There was another gay guy on the team? What?!
As usual, Mason stole my chance to meander with my thoughts by clapping me on the back hard with his massive hand before saying, “See, Roomie, I told you, you’d be good. Nerves are normal, but we’ve got you, and… we both know Casper’s got you too…”
The last comment drew confused looks from Taylor and Ray but Mason just smiled at me, smooth as lacquer.
I wondered briefly if Casper had similar sessions with Taylor as he had with me and a pang of jealousy coursed through my body but I quickly realized that Taylor would have been a freshman before Casper even started working at the university and somehow that settled my mind.
We spoke with Taylor and Ray for another hour and a half before returning to our room. They were both really nice but I couldn’t help but focus in on Taylor after the story he’d told. I wanted to know everything about him but I tried not to be too obvious.
I learned that he was from a town called, Stranton, he was studying economics and he was a Swiftie. The more I talked to him, the more I noticed how good looking he was too. He was taller than either Casper or Mason, but had a leaner build than both too. Where Casper and Mason leaned into stocky, thick, muscular physiques, Taylor had a more graceful, elegant appearance. He carried himself differently too. Like there was a different aura about him that I couldn’t quite explain.
After we left, I was glad we’d made the trip and I was feeling far less nervous than I had before. Mason could be… Mason-y, but he could be sweet in his own way too.
We went down for dinner at seven and listened to Coach Nelson’s rousing speech before devouring a mediocre hotel meal. The time bonding with the team was much better than the food.
As the night wound down and I got up to head to my room, I felt a firm grip on my arm. I turned to look behind me and it was Casper.
“You all good, Eli?” he asked.
“Yeah, Coach,” I said. “just a bit nervous, but I’m working it out.”
Casper nodded. “You’ll be great out there, I’m sure.”
I headed up to the room, where Mason was already lounging in bed, naked, semi hard, dick in hand.
“You wanted it earlier, now’s your chance, Roomie, come suck it,” he commanded.
I closed the door behind me softly, not wanting to draw any attention to what I was about to do and walked over to the bed.
I crawled onto the bed and started towards Mason’s crotch when he said, “Get naked, I wanna fuck you tonight.”
I was a bit nervous about the rest of the team hearing with the thin hotel walls, but I wasn’t about to turn down a chance at the sort of hot, rough sex Mason offered so I got back off the bed and stripped down to everything but my socks.
I got back between Mason’s legs and took his dick into my mouth, relishing the taste and sensation that was starting to become familiar to me now. Mason placed one hand on the back of my head, firm but not yet aggressive. He guided me up and down on his pole but I was still doing most of the work. I wanted his dick and I think he liked see how badly I needed it.
I moved down lower, slathering Mason’s balls with my spit, but he pulled me back up to his shaft, ensuring I knew where he wanted the attention to stay. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and started to yank my head up and down more forcefully this time, eliciting a few gags and sputters. Despite all the training with both Casper and Mason’s big dicks, I still couldn’t handle this kind of treatment.
“Gotta get my dick wet for that hole,” Mason growled.
When his dick was wet enough, he yanked my head back. Spit flew from my mouth, tears streaked my face. Then he crooked his fingers at me, telling me to turn around.
I spun fast, twisting myself to present my ass like a target. He didn’t waste a second, lined himself up and pressed his cock right against my hole. He spat on the tip of his cock and shoved in hard. The grunt tore out of me louder than I wanted under the circumstances.
Mason spat on his shaft again and then started a long slow insertion that made it seem like he was trying to see how long he could draw it out.
Just as Mason bottomed out, I heard it — the click of the hotel door unlocking with a key card.
This couldn’t possibly be happening again.
The only people besides hotel staff, Mason and I who had a copy of the door key were Coach Nelson and Casper.
The door creaked open, almost in slow motion and Casper’s muscular, defined torso revealed itself.
I could barely hear the words he spoke through the fog in my brain: “Hey, Eli, gotta keep your core loose so I dropped by to—”
And that’s where he froze. The door wide open. His jaw dropped. Mason was buried eight inches deep in my ass, and I was on my hands and knees, caught between the two men who’d been bending me out of shape for months..
What the fuck was going to happen next?
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