The real games goes on in the Olympic Village, and this will not be televised! ESPN has a feature story of what goes on in the Olympic village. I was shocked to read about all the sex, and the different countries united to have sex, some after their medals and some before games began.

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AMERICAN TARGET SHOOTER Josh Lakatos faced a conundrum. Halfway through the 2000 Summer Olympics in Sydney, he and his rifle-toting teammates were finished with their events, and the U.S. Olympic Committee and team officials had ordered them to turn in the keys to their three-story house and head back to the States. But Lakatos didn’t want to leave. He knew from his experience four years earlier in Atlanta, where he’d won silver, that the Olympic Village was just about to erupt into a raucous party, and there was no way he was going to miss it. So he asked the maid at the emptied-out dwelling if she’d kindly look the other way as he jimmied the lock. “I don’t care what you do,” she replied.

 

Within hours, word of the nearly vacant property had spread. Popping up once every two years, the Olympic Village is a boisterous city within a city: chock-full of condos, midrises and houses as well as cafés, barbershops, arcades, discos and TV lounges. The only thing missing is privacy — nearly everyone is stuck with a roommate. So while Lakatos claimed a first-floor suite for himself, the remaining rooms were there for the taking. The first to claim space that night were some Team USA track and field fellas.

 

“The next morning,” Lakatos says, “swear to God, the entire women’s 4×100 relay team of some Scandinavian-looking country walks out of the house, followed by boys from our side. And I’m just going, ‘Holy crap, we’d watched these girls run the night before.’”

And on it went for eight days as scores of Olympians, male and female, trickled into the shooter’s house — and that’s what everyone called it, Shooters’ House — at all hours, stopping by an Oakley duffel bag overflowing with condoms procured from the village’s helpful medical clinic. After a while, it dawned on Lakatos: “I’m running a friggin’ brothel in the Olympic Village! I’ve never witnessed so much debauchery in my entire life.”

 

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Home to more than 10,000 athletes at the Summer Games and 2,700 at the Winter, the Olympic Village is one of the world’s most exclusive clubs. To join, prospective members need only have spectacular talent and — we long assumed — a chaste devotion to the most intense competition of their lives. But the image of a celibate Games began to flicker in ’92 when it was reported that the Games’ organizers had ordered in prophylactics like pizza. Then, at the 2000 Sydney Games, 70,000 condoms wasn’t enough, prompting a second order of 20,000 and a new standing order of 100,000 condoms per Olympics.

 

Many Olympians, past and present, abide by what Summer Sanders, a swimmer who won two gold medals, a silver and a bronze in Barcelona, calls the second Olympic motto: “What happens in the village stays in the village.” Yet if you ask enough active and retired athletes often enough to spill their secrets, the village gates will fly open. It quickly becomes clear that, summer or winter, the games go on long after the medal ceremony. “There’s a lot of sex going on,” says women’s soccer goalkeeper Hope Solo, a gold medalist in 2008. How much sex? “I’d say it’s 70 percent to 75 percent of Olympians,” offers world-record-holding swimmer Ryan Lochte, who will be in London for his third Games. “Hey, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.”

 

 

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Typically, the swimmers are some of the lucky ones who wrap up early. For Lochte, that typically means “hitting a local pub and drinking with the soccer hooligans,” he says. But a teammate in Athens had a better idea: sex on his village balcony. “Another team saw it, which led to a big argument because they accused me. I said, ‘No, I’m innocent,’” Lochte says, laughing. “I’m always innocent.” After his team finished its events in Beijing, “our coach sat us down and gave us what I can only describe as the birds-and-the-bees talk,” says gold medalist Cullen Jones. “We’re like, ‘Okay, this is extremely awkward.’”

Just outside the village are sponsors parties. But what most Olympians want, in the end, is to bring the party back to the village.

 

The athlete compound soon becomes the site of an uneasy dance between jocks on a post-competition bender and those who have yet to compete. Says Swiss swimmer Dominik Meichtry: “I’d get home from the clubs at 6 or 7 a.m., and I’d feel bad for the track and field guys. They’re getting on a bus and we’re intoxicated, wearing fedoras, looking like crap.” As the curtain falls on more events, the action accelerates. Displaced roommates become commonplace, with the standard sock-on-doorknob serving as the signal for “please go away.” Before long, Foudy says, “it turns into a frat party with a very nice gene pool.” And heaps of stamina. “Athletes are extremists,” Solo says. “When they’re training, it’s laser focus. When they go out for a drink, it’s 20 drinks. With a once-in-a-lifetime experience, you want to build memories, whether it’s sexual, partying or on the field. I’ve seen people having sex right out in the open. On the grass, between buildings, people are getting down and dirty.”

Those who desire a little privacy can borrow a hotel room from their agents or visiting friends. “You can get pretty much whatever you want if you flash your medal,” says one American female. “That usually does the trick.” Not quite everything. At the Lillehammer Games in 1994, two German bobsledders tried using their medals as currency. “They made it clear that they’d trade me their gold for all kinds of other favors,” Sheinberg says. “I said jokingly, ‘Thanks, but Tommy Moe has a medal. I’ll play with his.’” The Germans were hoping for some group fun, which is not uncommon in the village. One skier tells a story from the Vancouver Games in 2010, when six athletes — “some Germans, Canadians and Austrians” — got together at a home outside the Whistler village. “It was a late-night whirlpool party. It turned into a whirlpool orgy.”

 

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