This is a work of pure fiction and should not be interpreted as to reflect the reality and the sexual orientation of the celebrity involved.
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I must admit from the start that I'm one of those thousands who've followed the Olympics only to see Tom Daley in his bulging speedos and showing off his ripped, muscular body. Being a closeted gay teen made it extremely difficult for me not to stare and drool at his perfect build every time I saw him. So after winning a bronze medal, and rising in glory and fame, Tom became my number one fantasy. Looking at his photos was enough to make me wish I could see him even for a while and from a distance. I literally became obsessed that I wanted to see him. So when I saw an advert on his page promoting a diving session with him, I knew I had to buy a ticket and go, even if it cost a fortune. And so I did, and on the day of the session, I was on my way to Central London to be part of this spectacle of flesh.
Hi, I'm Joe, aged 18. I've know I was gay since I was 12, but it was a secret too big to reveal to my conservative family. With all my friends getting laid every weekend, I was the odd one out, and doubts were already being raised about my being `different' than the rest. I had a couple of girlfriends now and then, but they all realized that I was too incompatible with their tastes. Afraid of getting caught, I was still a very suppressed and horny virgin. So it's no surprise that as soon as I arrived at the pool area and saw everyone in his speedos, my pants started to tent up.
It was at the same exact moment that Tom arrived, tan as always and more beautiful than I had ever seen him on TV. Charming and full of bubbly joy, he got to know our names- we were around twenty, and then started the session, showing several tricks and helping us when necessary; one exciting hour went by too quickly to be noticed by any of us. Personally, I felt like melting on the spot when it was my turn to dive with him. Gently, he looked into my eyes and said you're ready?', before plunging with me into the vast blue space beneath us. And when he congratulated me for a good jump', I felt like grabbing him and kissing his face off. Luckily he didn't notice my boner; he was too occupied to do that. After some parting farewells and autograph sessions, we were constrained to leave. Tom, we were told, will be taking a shower before attending other engagements he had.
I was already halfway through the hallway when I remembered that I had forgotten my wallet on the poolside benches. Hastily, I ran to get it back. The coast was clear and the doors were still open. I must admit that I tried to check whether Tom was still there. He wasn't. So after going to the bench and grabbing my wallet, I turned to go back...
Facing me, just a meter away was Tom Daley- not only shirtless, but also pantless. Completely naked, he looked at me with an expression that was as surprised as it was annoyed. Still in my speedos, my instincts took over, urging me to look at his torso, then at his semi-hard monster, still soaking wet from his shower. My reaction was immediate, and now we were alone- Tom couldn't but see the tent bulging from my tight cover. I tried to mutter something, to make good for the extremely embarrassing situation. Yet he just smiled, and told me `So you've come for an extra private session, haven't you?'.
To be continued
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