Jon had a seat to wait his turn and looked over his body while the other vaulters went. He flexed his bulging biceps and reached a hand up under his shirt to feel his chest and abs.
"Wow, I never knew pole vaulters were this jacked," Jon said. "Although I guess I never really thought about it. This is great!"
"Uh, Brad, what are you talking about?" someone asked. Jon looked up and there was someone else wearing the same jersey as him, they must be teammates.
"Oh, nothing, I'm just getting psyched up," Jon stammered.
"Well, hurry up, man, you're up next," the teammate replied. "If you clear this one, you win the gold!"
Jon grabbed his pole and went over to the starting area. When the signal was given, he sprinted down the track at full speed, planted his pole and executed a perfect pole vault, twisting over the bar and falling to the mat on the other side.
The crowd roared and Jon jumped up. "Wow, I did it," he said. He waved to the crowd and they responded with more cheers. Awesome! Jon thought, all these people are watching me!
After celebrating on the field, Jon followed some of his teammates back towards the locker room when he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind.
Turning around, he saw a gorgeous woman. "Hey there, Brad," she said.
"Uh, hi," Jon responded, not knowing what to make of the situation.
"Come on, honey, you know what I've always wanted to do with a gold medalist," she said seductively.
She pulled Jon into a side room and pulled off his jersey and began making out with him and caressing his muscular chest.
Interesting, Jon thought, being a gold medalist might have some benefits.
