Vince was, true to his reputation, a good coach. Probably the best coach I've had. Most importantly, he had a clear idea on how to package me. Ever since my debut, he had thought that my style did not play to my strengths, or "too brash" in his words. It was an assessment which I agreed with, even though I had never considered it important enough to bring up to my previous coaches. Instead, he told me that he wanted to focus on my flexibility and footwork, leveraging my former ballet background, almost like a male version of Mao Asada. Although unlike many other coaches who did not care about burning out their athletes, Vince was careful not to push me too far beyond my limits, having been a victim of it during his professional career. I enjoyed my time working with him, even though the training schedule was rather hectic given how nationals was only months away.
Outside of the rink, he was a great lover too. I took his cock often, and I took it in many different positions. One of his favorites, as he told me, involved me riding him in reverse cowboy. With his cock still remaining inside me, he would stand up while locking me with a full-nelson hold, my calves around his thighs. Slightly crouching, he would then pound into me fast and hard. The first time he suggested it to me, he had bragged that everyone he had done it with came within a minute in that position. I was naturally skeptical, until he had me shuddering into an intense handsfree orgasm a while later. It was not something that we did often though, because of how taxing it was for someone in the late forties despite how athletic he seemed.
My favorite though was what he called the reverse wheelbarrow, where he would enter me with my legs around his hips and his hands around my waist while I was doing a headstand. This angle allowed his cock to stimulate my prostate directly with deep penetration, almost like a powerful internal massage. What I loved the most about this position though, was how it felt when I orgasmed. The way my cum would run down from my chest all the way to my neck, shoulders and armpits, there was just something sensual about the feeling of me coating my entire body with my own seed that sometimes I was able to orgasm a second time just from the thought of it. While it was a physical demanding position, the pleasure was indescribable.
Not long after my first time with Vince, he had told me about his open relationship with his partner, Elliot, who was on a six-month overseas assignment in Europe. Given how both of them were primarily tops, they figured that it would be the best arrangement for themselves, though they would bottom for each other every now and then. I playfully asked if they had ever shared a bottom before, which he enthusiastically replied yes to. It had not happened as often as they wanted, but the ones they had were pretty memorable for them. It was interesting hearing about their escapades, and it turned me on greatly.
Vince showed me his photos with Elliot on his phone, and damn, was he a stunner. He was in his early forties, seven years younger than Vince. He was slightly bulkier and shorter, with broad shoulders, thin torso and strong legs, telltale signs that he worked out a lot. Looking at the photos of them together, it was apparent that both of them were made for each other. My mind began to wander, as I imagined what it would be like to be shared by both of these studs.
"What are you thinking about?" Vince's words snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Oh nothing." I shrugged
"Sure, sure." He smirked. It was almost as if he could tell what was on my mind.
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In the months that followed, I began noticing a change in me. I was being more vocal and proactive in bed. In turn, it made me more confident in my own skin and body, which seemed to translate to my performance on the ice. Every time I stepped into the rink during training, it felt like I was completely in the zone, as I immersed myself in the new program that Vince had been choreographing for me. For the first time in years, I was actually looking forward to the event. I was eager to show everyone the new side of me.
The only downside about nationals was that I had to stop all sexual activities in the lead-up to the event. According to Vince, sex before competitions has a negative impact on your performance as it saps you of your testosterone and energy. Even though I had no idea if it was true, I heeded his instructions begrudgingly. For a 19-year-old with a high libido, it was understandably a difficult time for me. That said, all the practice and hard work I had dedicated myself to for the entire year had led up to this event, and I was not about to screw it up because of it.
I could still recall how nationals that year went. To say that I was nervous was an understatement. That said, the moment I set foot onto the ice, all my stress and worries seemed to fade away. It was the same feeling that had eluded me in my recent years of competing, and now, it felt just like the good old times. I was completely engrossed in my own world as I performed, having not a care in the world about anything outside of the rink. I felt a deep sense of fulfilment and pride in me as I finished up my program, knowing that I had given it my best shot. I looked in the direction of where Vince was seated, and saw him clapping his hands enthusiastically and nodding in approval.
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"And in second place, Blake Kennedy."
It felt different this time around. I was actually happy. Yes, I was a tad disappointed that it was only a silver, but I had no regrets about my performance at all. I remembered the genuinely joyful expression on Vince's face when we first knew that I had clinched second place right before the awards ceremony, and I remembered the hug that he had given me when I was overcome with emotion at the results. But the one thing that I could not take my mind off of even amidst the noise of the celebrations, were the words he whispered in my ear right before I walked up to the podium.
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"Is... is this what you were talking about?"
Vince and I were in his hotel room. I could not believe my eyes.
"I saw your performance in the afternoon. You were absolutely gorgeous."
It was Elliot.
"He's only just returned a couple of days ago." Vince whispered in my ear from behind me before kissing my neck. "You've worked hard for me. Now it's time to unwind."
"I've heard quite a lot of good things about you." Elliot moved towards me, his hand reaching for my face. "Would you like to show it to me yourself?"
My cock was incredibly hard now. Ever since I had seen his photos and heard about his stories with Vince, I had fantasized about being shared by both of them. I was craving cock, lots of it, having gone two weeks without getting off at all. Not to mention the amount of physical exertion I had undergone during the competition earlier on in the day. I was absolutely in heat right now. I needed to be fucked, and it seemed like I was going to get it.
Vince put his hands around me, unbuttoning my shirt as I leaned back against his chest. Elliot planted light kisses just below my ear and along my neck. Seems like Vince told him about my sweet spots, I thought.
"Fuck, I can't wait any longer. I really need it."
Elliot leaned in, joining us in a threeway kiss as I caressed their crotches, feeling their hard-ons grinding against my hands. The swirling of their tongues in my mouth was turning me on so much, I could feel my nipples start to harden. We took our time undressing each other, our hands roaming all over each other as we explored each and every curve of our bodies. The moment we were done, I dropped to my knees in between them, holding their cocks in each hand and gently stroking them along their lengths. Elliot's cock was almost as thick as Vince's, though slightly longer. I started with his cock, grabbing his shaft while flicking my tongue at his balls. I took one of them in my mouth, lightly sucking on it. After a while, I ran my tongue slowly from the base of his cock all the way to the head a couple of times, teasing him a bit before taking it into my mouth. I worked his cock with fervor as I stared into his eyes with unabashed lust.
