Pairing Foolery

That’s what was going on in the gym—fucking. It suddenly all became clear to her. There were three of them, using a padded weight-lifting bench. Hank Blake, Sydney’s past figure skating partner and current coach, was being sandwiched. He was being held between Vlad Starnovic and Slava Dantic. All three men were naked. All three men had great, muscular bodies. The fuck was a slow dance of delight, Vlad holding Hank from in front and fucking him in the anal passage. Slava was holding Hank from behind and fucking him in the same channel. They were taking him in long, coordinated slides of long, thick cocks. As one was withdrawing to the rim of his cock head, the other was sliding in to the root. Held securely between them, Hank was staring at the ceiling and crying out in pained ecstasy. The two Russians were doubling the American, who was in ninth heaven, taking both cocks together inside him, writhing and gasping and moaning.

When they were done, they sat around on other pieces of equipment and lit up cigarettes, talking and laughing among themselves. Hank hadn’t run from them when they were finished with him. Hank had been getting what he wanted. This obviously was an activity they engaged in often. Denise didn’t leave. She stayed, taking it all in, weaving together what she was learning about what was behind the switch in pairs partners.

It didn’t have anything to do with Sydney changing sex as well as skating partners. Nor was Tracey Parsons any part of this, which Jeff Davenport would be delighted to learn. Vlad had been brought in not only because Hank had been wanting to leave the pair because he was tired of living with injuries from the skating, but also because he was gay. He wanted Vlad and Slava as lovers.

Of course, Sydney might be going with it because maybe Vlad was bi—Slava certainly was, to which Denise could attest—and Sydney got a hunky Russian lover in the package. That still didn’t involve Tracey Parsons.

Denise was already weaving a feature article in her mind. Davenport wanted it to be a favorable article. She and Todd could take what research they had, spin off the sexual part they had learned and do a “feel good” article about keeping on with skating even after one partner was retired by injuries. The Blakes’ life on the ranch and involvement in the Broadmoor Club and the Ice Skating Hall of Fame in Colorado Springs served a “feel good” message. Vlad need not be mentioned much, and Slava not at all.