Used by the Olympic Diving Team

“All athletes must check in before entering the Olympic Village!” A voice booms through a megaphone as I step off the bus.

Hot sunlight rains down as I squint, allowing my eyes to adjust to the unbelievable sight. Banners of different colors billow in the wind, bearing names of nations from around the world. The smell of flower blossoms and freshly mowed grass wafts into my lungs as I take a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves. Excited chatter swirls in the air…French…German…Japanese…and other languages I don’t even recognize.

This is it. My entire life has been leading up to this moment.

The Summer Olympics.

The road here was paved with hardship and perseverance. I began swimming at an early age, climbing the cliffs near my coastal home and leaping into the ocean. I can still remember my first dive—I was like a bird sailing through the air, only to transform into a fish the moment my lithe body broke the surface. It was the beginning of a passion. It was the beginning of an addiction.

Competitive diving consumed my life, and I didn’t have a regular high school experience. While others were going on dates and attending football games, I was at the pool, honing my skills and crafting something magnificent. I sacrificed my social life and wore my body to the bone, but it was all worth it. I graduated and went on to become a student-athlete. My career hit a high point last year when I was chosen to represent my country at the Olympics.

This has been a lifelong dream, and standing here is an out-of-body experience. It’s surreal.

But as the initial shock wears off, I remember why I’m here. I can feel the weight of the medal I hope to win around my neck…I can feel the weight of my country’s expectations. This isn’t a vacation or a party. I’m here to accomplish something big.

My eyes scan the horizon as I walk toward the check-in kiosk. Craggy mountains stand tall in the distance, providing a rugged backdrop to the sleek athletic facilities. Located behind a tall fence, the Olympic Village is a monument to contemporary architecture. Gleaming steel beams form crisp lines that crisscross in the air, creating towering structures that were freshly built for this event.

“Name?” A tired employee stares up at me from behind the kiosk desk.

“Lionel Anders.” I hand him my passport.

He glances at the flag embroidered on my team jacket before riffling through a stack of papers. I wait patiently, eyeing the other athletes. Tall, short, muscular, slender…there’s a vast array of body types on display. I can’t help but wonder what sport each athlete is competing in. Whatever the discipline, each physique has been finely tuned to excel.

The employee returns my passport and hands me a badge granting access to the village.

“Lionel!” a voice calls out as I step through the gates.

A young man with messy black hair and piercing amber eyes jogs in my direction. A tailored jacket hugs his fit frame, displaying the same national colors as my own. His name is Martin, and he’s my closest friend on the diving team.

“Hey, man!” I pat him on the back. “Have you been here long?”

“Just a few hours. My flight came in this morning.” A boyish, excited grin stretches across his face. “Wait until you see our room. This is gonna be sick!”

We agreed ahead of time to be roommates. In the Olympic Village, athletes share bedrooms, common areas, and bathrooms. We’re grouped by sport, so there will be divers from other countries living nearby as well.

“Where is our apartment building?”

“Over here!” He leads the way into the sprawling village.

Athletes are everywhere. Some run past us to meet up with friends, some hold out their phones to snap photos, and some just sit on the benches, taking in the scenery. Loud chatter buzzes in the air, adding to the chaotic, excited atmosphere. It’s a bit overwhelming…it feels like I’ve stepped onto another planet.

“Woah.” My eyes widen as we stop outside the housing complex.

Soaring apartment buildings are arranged in a semicircle around a grassy park. The modern architecture contrasts with the greenery, but that’s not what stands out the most. From the apartment balconies, huge flags hang down, representing nearly every country in the world.

“They hang flags from your floor.” Martin points up toward ours. “So that’s where our team will be staying.”

“Awesome! Let’s go!”

We race inside and head up to our apartment. The space is spartan, but I still feel a thrill when I see it.

The central living area consists of a sofa, a small table, and a minifridge with a microwave on top. Tall windows and polished hardwood floors give the apartment a natural, airy atmosphere. Light spills in through sliding glass doors leading out to a balcony with an incredible view. There are no decorations on the walls, but that doesn’t matter. This space is designed as somewhere to sleep after a long day of training and nothing more.

In our bedroom, two twin beds stand on either side of a wide window overlooking the complex below. In the corner, a fold-out wardrobe stands tall, but there’s no other furniture.

“Damn, this place makes my college dorm look like a palace.” I laugh.

“Hey, at least it’s free.” Martin flops onto his bed.

I sit on mine, picking up a small white box with my name written on top. My jaw drops as I pop it open.

“Condoms?!”

The box is filled with dozens of little square packets, each bearing the Olympic logo.

“Oh, yeah. Each athlete gets a box.” Martin points to his box sitting on the floor. “Personally though, I’m not gonna use them. I didn’t come all the way out here to wrap it up. I’m gonna get this fat cock wet.”

“Damn, do you really think you’ll be able to get some pussy here?”

“Bro.” Martin sits up and looks me in the eye. “Haven’t you heard the stories?”

“W-what do you mean?”

“The Olympic Village is a fucking orgy. It’s a gathering place for hot young athletes bursting with aggression and testosterone. I mean, think about it—guys like us have spent our entire lives training. We’re in peak physical condition, but we rarely go partying like other guys our age do. This is a time for us to explore a bit.”

“You mean…?”