Olympic Village Like Sweaty Roman Emporer Orgy, But Like Hotter

One of our sweaty friends here at Celebrity Sweating, Tamara (a cute jewish girl from the East Coast) once told us that she knew someone competing in the Olympics. While that’s sort of memorable, like that toast that sold on eBay that looked like Jesus, it’s really not that significant, well, compared to Jesus Toast. What makes this he said she said story extra sweaty hipster special is that she said that the Olympic Village is basically New Sodom. It’s like hook-up central, with trains passing through every minute (going to excessive sweating wrestling paradise of course)…

May-Treanor and Walsh Share a Sweaty and Golden Moment at the Beijing Olympics

Excessive Sweating Beach Brazilian Volleyball, Simply Wonderful

After hearing of said Olympic sweating orgy, a light bulb went off in our sweat-centered heads… Duh! Of course Olympians are having glorious and sweaty, aesthetically-friendly, youthful sex! It makes total sense brah. Think about it, toned, overly-worked-out, young athletes from all over the world, meeting each other and… and.. Talking politics? Playing chess? No! Having international wondrous, fantastic and extra sweaty champion sex! And SO much sex!

We know what you’re thinking, that we’re making this all up, shame on you. Celebrity Sweating would never let our readers down with fake sensationalist sweaty drivel, all of our sensationalist drivel is based on some sort of sweaty reality or other…

You see, we are indeed vindicated in this particular case, as we have backup, someone else has the same sinful and sweaty story as us with sweat-inducing delicious details… Read on dear Celebrity Sweating reader, read on.

Matthew Syed from the Times Online, has this to say about the sex, sweat and hormones petry dish that is the Olympic Village:

I am often asked if the Olympic village – the vast restaurant and housing conglomeration that hosts the world’s top athletes for the duration of the Games – is the sex-fest it is cracked up to be. My answer is always the same: too right it is. I played my first Games in Barcelona in 1992 and got laid more often in those two and a half weeks than in the rest of my life up to that point. That is to say twice, which may not sound a lot, but for a 21-year-old undergraduate with crooked teeth, it was a minor miracle.

Barcelona was, for many of us Olympic virgins, as much about sex as it was about sport. There were the gorgeous hostesses – there to assist the athletes – in their bright yellow shirts and black skirts; there were the indigenous lovelies who came to watch the competitions. And then there were the female athletes – literally thousands of them – strutting, shimmying, sashaying and jogging around the village, clad in Lycra and exposing yard upon yard of shiny, toned, rippling and unimaginably exotic flesh. Women from all the countries of the world: muscular, virile, athletic and oozing oestrogen. I spent so much time in a state of lust that I could have passed out. Indeed, for all I knew I did pass out – in a place like that how was one to tell the difference between dreamland and reality?

But Matthew Syed goes on to say it wasn’t just the dudes who were all sweaty and horny, but also the the extra fit, perspiring and toned ladies…

It was not just the guys. The women, too, seemed in thrall to their hormones, throwing around daring glances and dynamite smiles like confetti. No meal or coffee break was complete without a breathless conversation with a lithe long jumper from Cuba or an Amazonian badminton player from Sweden, the mutual longing so evident it was almost comical. It was an effort of will to keep everything in check until competition had finished. But, once we were eliminated from our respective competitions, we lunged at each other like suicidal fencers. There may have been a fair amount of gay sex going on, too – but given the notorious homophobia in sport it was rather more covert.

The article really nails all the sweaty sex details down and continues to say that it’s not just the Olympics at Barcelona that was practically an orgy, but every sweaty Olympics he’s competed in or heard about from other athletes… And what’s particularly interesting is while sweaty guys who score gold may be even more attractive to the ladies, ladies who score gold aren’t necessarily more attractive to male Olympians (this fact reflects society’s values as a whole). There are many other interesting facts in the article (the whole sex and the traveling salesman thing is explained) and we definitely recommend you read the whole thing…

Yao Ming and Lauren Jackson No Sweat Sincere Hug

To close out, pictures of two sweaty basketball Giants hugging twice, very sincerely…

Yao Ming and Sexy Lauren Jackson No Sweat Closing Ceremony Hug Hug Number Two

We don’t know why Yao Ming and Lauren Jackson hugging is so incredibly cute? It’s ridiculous… Makes us sweat.

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