Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2017 00:50:26 +0000
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: The Gymnast

This is a true life experience about sex between a young gymnast and an
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**The Gymnast

				The Gymnast

This happened at Club Indianapolis, a gay gym and bath house that I
frequent.  This is an account of how it went down as I am able to piece it
together in my head.

I had just come up front to the lounge when this kid came in the door.
Godd, Stud!  He was cute as hell, young, and built like a tank.  The way he
filled out his long-sleeved shirt and jeans was almost criminal. He had a
thick neck and a round, tight looking butt, chest pushing his shirt out in
front, and his sleeves were filled up real snug with his arms.  I hung
around of course, while he checked in.

I learned that he had just turned eighteen; how I knew that was, the desk
clerk asked him for ID and then wished him happy eighteenth birthday and
welcomed him to Club Indy.  The kid said he was in town for the Panama
games, qualifying for the Olympics. That explained the muscles; he was a
gymnast.

There were no rooms available so he had to take a locker.  I had a locker
too; I was waiting for a room myself.  The clerk buzzed him in. He looked a
little lost and maybe a little scared. I showed him to the locker room,
which was right around the corner from the entrance.  He said thanks and
asked me where the restroom was.  I led him to the restroom and when he
went into the back stall I left him and went back to the lounge; he would
be coming back through there to get to the locker room.  When he returned I
waited a couple of minutes then went into the locker room myself.  I opened
my locker; I wanted to hang with him while he undressed.  Yeah, I wanted to
see that body!!  I didn't make any bones about watching him as he took off
his clothes, and I told him he had a real great body. He told me I was
really well built too, and asked if I was ever a gymnast, or a wrestler, or
maybe a rugby player with those thighs.

I told him, "The nearest I came to being a gymnast, was in gym class, and
all the wrestling I did was in gym class. Our coach was a wrestler and we
all wrestled, but we didn't have a wrestling team."

When he was naked, he wrapped his towel around his waist--not shy about
facing me to show off his impressive manhood first--and put his gym bag
back in the locker. He had to really stuff it to get it in.  That's when I
told him I was on the waiting list for a room and when I got one he was
welcome to share it if he wanted to.  He said that would be great.  Yeah, I
thought so too.  He asked me if I'd been to Club Indy before; he said it
was his first time. I told him I'd been there many times and offered to
show him around.

I put out my hand.  "Aaron," I said.

"Adam."

He had a great ass, even inside the towel he had wrapped around him. I took
him down the dark hallway to the wet area; that's where the showers are, as
well as the Jacuzzi, and the sauna and steam room. He went in the dry sauna
but didn't like it and he came right back out. I took him to the steam
room.  Outside the steam room, I took my towel off and hung it on a rack
outside the door.  I saw the way he looked at my cock but he didn't say
anything.  He was shyly hesitant about going into the steam room, and asked
me if we were supposed to take our towels off to go in.

"Some guys wear them in, but then you have a wet towel, so most guys take
them off," I told him.

He took his off too and I held the door open for him.  I was thinking he
would make a great underwear model; he was very trim and lean, solidly
built, like all gymnasts are, with powerful, muscular shoulders, a powerful
chest--nice nipples--and abs to die for.  His thighs were awesome, too. He
was smooth all over. I held the door open for him and followed him inside,
to get another look at his awesome butt.  He sort of felt his way through
the dimly lit steam room, I put my hand on his shoulder to sort of guide
him, and we went to the back section, and he stood with his back flat
against the wall, with one hand held down to cover himself.  Yeah, he was
really shy, or modest.

I stood against the adjacent wall, hoping to hell nobody would make a
forward pass at him and spook him into leaving.  He was there for a
reason--had probably heard about the place from someone-- but I figured he
would have to be handled with kid gloves.  I wanted him to leave the steam
room, but with me.  I wondered too if he realized that Club Indy was a gay
establishment.  Maybe he had inquired about a sauna or steam room and the
person had given him the name of Club Indy.  It was advertised as a men's
health club so maybe he didn't know any better.

When his eyes became accustomed to the dimness and he saw some other guys
making out, he watched for a moment or two then very casually let his hand
drop to his side. Okay, if he didn't know before, he knew now, and if
nothing else, he was curious.  Now I knew I had to get him to my room
whenever it became available.  It should be soon; I'd been there for a
couple of hours. I saw that he was nicely fluffed up from the warm steam,
he was well hung, but I suspected he was too nervous even to get hard from
watching what was going on around him.

I could sense that the vultures were about to attack this fresh meat.  I
wasn't really worried because next to him I was the best-built guy in the
steam room and I was counting on the old adage that "muscle attracts
muscle." We made eye contact several times and I gave him a little nod,
with a tight little smile.  He looked down real quick, but looked up again
and we made eye contact again. That time, I nodded toward the door and
moved to leave. As I went past him I let my hand brush "accidentally"
against his rubbery cock and said in a low tone, "I'm going to check on the
room."

I didn't know if he was following me or not, but when I got to the door and
pushed it open, he was right behind me.  He said he was going to take a
shower.  I told him I would come back and let him know if we had a room.  I
went up to the front desk and asked about the room.

"It's just now being vacated; it will be a few minutes before its ready.
It will be room 36, I'll page you when it's ready."

I breathed a sigh of thanks. I went back to the wet area and joined the kid
in the shower. There were three other guys already sharing it with him. I
told him his room would be ready in a few minutes.  He said he would buy us
a cold drink while we waited.  I noticed how he kept glancing at my cock
trying to act like he wasn't looking.  He finished first so I made it a
quick shower and we put our towels on and went back up front to the locker
room for him to get some money out of his pants.  I told him we should go
ahead and take our stuff out of the lockers. He bought us each a cold drink
and we stood around in the lounge watching television till they paged room
36.  I picked up the key and led him upstairs.

I let him go in first. Inside the room he set his bag on the floor, I put
my smaller bag on the bedside shelf then dimmed the lights and took off my
towel and hung it up on the hook, and I got that look again.

"Want me to take your towel?" I asked.  He took it off and I took his towel
and hung it up and told him to relax on the bunk. I turned on the TV and
showed him how to flip the channels to the one he wanted.

"Do you want the door open or shut?" I asked him.

"It's up to you," he said.  He was probably saying it because it was my
room.

"We'll leave it open a crack," I said.  I thought he would probably be more
comfortable with it closed but I wanted to entice guys to ease the door
open, as the brave ones are prone to do, so I could show this young stud
off.

There was one commercial channel, with ball games, and three in-house
channels showing gay videos.  I watched closely and he was visibly
surprised when he found those channels and he flipped back and forth till
he settled on one.

"I guess they're all gay videos," he said.

I set my knee in the edge of the mattress and he moved over against the
wall to make room for me. I crawled in and lay beside him, careful that our
bodies didn't touch.  But the beds are small and it was impossible for our
bodies not to touch, but he didn't seem to mind.  I have learned that
guys...athletes and well-built guys....are either hot or cold on that.
They are either shy and very touchy about other guys touching them, or they
don't give a fuck.

"I could've waited for a room," he said, rather apologetically.

"No need for you to go to that expense," I said.  "Besides, I like sharing
my room with you."

He smiled; some indication, I thought, that he was figuring things out.

While his eyes were fixed on the porn video I boldly flattened my hand on
his stomach.  "Damn, you're like carved rock."

He laughed, causing his stomach muscles to tighten and dance.

"I guess we know why we're here?" I murmured as I started feeling his tight
body all over.  I phrased it as a question that he would have to answer but
he didn't.  But he didn't object or try to stop me.  Maybe he wasn't
totally sure after all, but he would soon find out if he didn't stop me.

"Are you okay with me doing this?" I asked.

"It's the first time another person has ever touched me like this."  That
didn't answer my question but he still wasn't stopping me.

"But you're here."

"Yes, but I didn't know it was this kind of place. I just asked around
where I could find a cheap place where I could crash for a few hours, with
a sauna if possible and someone told me about this place."

"Now that you know......"  I kept rubbing his stomach.

"To answer your question, yeah, I'm okay with it," he said, and he proved
it by getting a fast hardon. It grew to an impressively thick seven plus
inches, thick as hell, almost muscular in appearance.  He pretended to
ignore it--kept his focus on the TV--but I watched openly as it lifted up
from over his balls, swung around across one hip then swung up over his
stomach and began throbbing.

I reached down and squeezed it. "Shit, even your cock is muscular."

He laughed, a nervous laugh.

"So you've never done anything like this before."

"No.  I'm not a virgin but that's with girls."

"Bet you never have trouble finding girls," I said.

"Girls are always pretty friendly but I have to stay focused, you know,
training for the games."

"I understand."

"I couldn't believe what was going on down in the steam room," he said.

That surprised me and now I wondered about the extent of his overall
experience; he was so young, and focused I guessed to the point of denying
himself a lot of pleasures that other boys took for granted.  I kept
stroking his cock while he watched the fuck video and after some time he
casually, without taking his eyes off the TV, reached for my cock. When he
put his hand around it he turned away from the TV to look.

"Fuck, you're huge!"

"A little oversized," I said.  "But hey, look at you.  Nobody's gonna throw
rocks at this," I said, squeezing his cock. My cock turned his attention
completely away from the TV.

"I would like to do what you saw in the steam room, if you're okay with
it," I said.  Yeah, I was handling him with kid gloves.

"Yeah, if you want," he said in a hoarse voice.

"This is going to be a mouthful," I said as I stroked his cock.

"You don't have to," he said.

"Oh, I want to," I said.  I looked up at his boyishly handsome face, so
full of innocence and curiosity and anticipation.  "I've always thought
that gymnasts were probably into each other."

"Why'd you think that?"

"The old adage, muscle attracts muscle.  And there's a LOT of muscle in a
locker room full of gymnasts."

"There's an attraction, but it's mostly admiration," he said.  "We're tight
but not in the way you're saying.  It's more encouraging each other and
building each other up."

I kept stroking his cock. It was like a warm iron bar in my hand.

"Something else I've wondered about....what it must feel like for you guys
to hug each other after your performances, and how you seem to always press
tight together, full body."

"It's a good feeling.  But we don't take anything sexual from it, at least
not on the surface."

"You've got a beautiful cock," I said.

"Thanks.  So do you."

"Do you want me to suck it?" I asked.

"I sure wouldn't mind."

I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth, eliciting a low groan as he
immediately started pushing his cock up into my mouth. Within a couple of
minutes he was fucking my mouth, and laid his hands over the back of my
head.  Once, when I rose up he moved his hands.

"I didn't mean to force you," he said.

"You didn't.  I'm doing what I want to do.  You don't have clue, do you?"

"About what?"

"How beautiful you are, and how desirable."

He chuckled.  "I've been called good looking but never beautiful."

"I'm referring to your looks and your body.  You could have every man in
this place on his knees."

"I think I've got all I can handle for the time being," he said. I had
scooted around so he could reach me and I didn't know if he was talking
about my cock or me sucking his cock.  He wrapped his hand around my cock.
"Wow! I can't even get my hand around it."

"I can barely get my hand around yours," I said.

His hand felt good. He had the hesitant touch of a novice

"I'm thinking.....this may be my only chance; I'd like to try it," he said
as he rose up and turned around in a sixty-nine position.  "I don't know
what I can do with this, but I'm going to try."  With that he started
sucking my cock.  He was good; a natural, or he wasn't telling the truth
about his lack of experience.

We went at each other for quite a while, sucking and exploring each other's
bodies with our hands.  He obviously liked my body as much as I liked his
muscles.

At one point he rose his head up and said, "I love doing this when it's
with another guy with muscles," he said.

"So do I."

A little later, he was licking and sucking on my balls, and he ventured
toward my ass crack. There, he paused.

"Listen, I sort of lied," he said.

"Lied about what?"

"When I said I didn't know what kind of place this is.  Well, actually, I
didn't really KNOW, but I was hoping it would be."

"That's not a lie." I smiled as I stroked his thick cock, wondering if he'd
intended to go for my ass.  "Besides, it doesn't matter," I added.

We were lying on our sides and I splayed my legs apart and went for his
ass.  From what I could see, and from what I felt with my tongue, he was
hairless.  I wondered if he shaved his ass. It really got hot and heavy,
and at some point he rose up and reached over me to push the door shut then
he went for my ass. I was happily surprised to feel his tongue flicking at
my hole.

"I've always had an admiration for my team mates' asses but never really
understood why, till now with you."

"I'm glad mine brought you around," I said.

I thought he was following my lead, learning from me, and I began working
my fingers through his hole, very gently.  He moaned a little but allowed
me to go on.  When I had one finger all the way in, I went in search of his
prostate.

"Ohh, Godd, I know what you're gonna do," he moaned.

"You've had this done before," I said.

"Yes, by myself.  I read about it and wanted to find out for myself."

"You like it, then."

"I love it, only sometimes I have a hard time finding the spot."

I didn't have any trouble and when I found it he went a little crazy.  He
was very sensitive.  I took it easy with him because I didn't want to get
him off too quick. Twice he reached down and grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"I've got another admission to make," he said, holding onto my wrist.

"What's that?"

"I wonder if you'd want to fuck me."

"Godd, Yess! I've been drooling over your ass since you walked in the
door."

He rummaged around in his bag and brought out some lube, but no condom.  I
had to think about that as he uncapped the lube and squeezed some on his
fingers to apply to his ass.  I asked if he'd ever been fucked.

"Yes, once, and I liked it but there's never been a chance to try it again,
except with dirty old men who wanta pay me. I work my ass off to get my
body built up like this, and I'm not gonna give it to just any creep that
comes along. The one time was with another gymnast."

"Well, I'm honored that I'm the second right guy," I said.

"I like to see muscles rippling when I'm having sex."

I liked his attitude, but I was still thinking about the condom.  I reached
my hand over for my own small bag of necessities.  "Do you want me to use a
condom?" I asked.

"No, not unless it's necessary."

"Well, one never knows," I said.

He stroked my cock for a few seconds.  "Godd, this is so beautiful.  If
it's all right with you, I'll take my chances."

I thought about it for a few seconds and decided against him.  I got my bag
and dug around for a condom.  "You don't know how bad I wanta bareback you,
but you shouldn't take those chances, Adam, not with me or anybody else."

He seemed disappointed as I tore open the condom but he took it and rolled
it down onto my cock.

"You just said how you worked your ass off to build that body, don't take
foolish risks and destroy it."  I squeezed his arm and smiled and said, "I
don't want anything to happen to your gorgeous body, or to dash your dreams
of becoming an Olympic champion."  That made him smile.

"I like it on the bottom," he said as he laid back and lifted his legs on
either side of me.

I told him he could have it any way he wanted it, as often as he wanted it,
for as long as he wanted it.

"Do you last a long time?" he asked.

"I can fuck you till your eyeballs are laying on the floor," I said.

"Fuckin' great.  My first time didn't last very long.  It was his first
time too, and we didn't know what we were doing."

"I know what I'm doing," I assured him.

He was so tight I didn't think we were going to make it.  I paused to work
him with my fingers some more.  He was anxious and told me he was ready.  I
took it easy pushing through and he cooperated in every way.  He was still
tight but he was also determined.  He winced a little but he put one hand
lightly on my hip to hold me from retreating and he urged me in.  He held
his breath as I slowly entered him. He didn't move his hand till I was all
the way in, then he let his breath out in a loud gush.

"Goddd!  You're big!"

"Are you okay?"

"YES!  Ohh, Fuck, that feels great!"

"I haven't done anything," I said, laughing.

"I like the feel of just being stuffed to the gills with your cock."

I started fucking him and he started moaning.  I didn't fuck him hard, for
fear of hurting him; I wanted this to be good for him and I wanted it to
last.  His hands were all over my body, squeezing and feeling my muscles,
and I enjoyed his as well.  Especially his awesome pecs.  I noticed his
tits swelled up nice and hard as I tweaked them.

"Have you ever had anybody do this?" I asked as I leaned down and started
sucking one.

"Awwh, Fuucckkkk!  No."

He really liked having his tits sucked, I could tell by the response of his
ass clenching even tighter around my cock, and his cock bolting in my hand
when I did it.

"MMMmmmm, your tits are definitely hotwired to your hot ass," I told him.

"My Godd, I guess that's what a girl feels like when she gets her tits
sucked."

"Have you fucked many girls?"

"Only two.  One of them three times.  But I didn't get all that much out of
it.  I get way more out of this."

"It took you three times to reach that conclusion?" I said, laughing.

"I think I was trying to hang onto my straightness, and my macho manhood.
But I finally couldn't deny I was attracted to the other guys in the locker
room more than I was the girls."

We fucked for quite a while, working up a good sweat, which I licked off
his pecs. His fresh sweat tasted good and I nuzzled my face into his
armpits.

"I'm sweating," he said, sort of resisting me.

I pushed his arm up.  "Your fresh sweat tastes good, sort of salty."  I
kissed his bicep and buried my face and licked his sweat from his armpit.
He moaned with pleasure.

At one point I asked him about opening the door. "Is it okay if I open the
door for some cool air? And maybe some hunk will come along and want to
join us."

"Okay, if he's a hunk."

"It's your call who you invite in," I told him.  "If it's somebody you
don't want, I'll just tell them we opened the door for some fresh air."  I
reached over and opened the door then went back to fucking him.

Several guys walked by.  Well, they didn't exactly walk by. They all
stopped to watch and you could almost see the hope on their faces, wanting
to be invited in.  But I knew they weren't his type and Adam very politely
told them that we had opened the door for fresh air, and they moved on.
Till this one young hunk came by and paused at the door.  He was cute,
well-muscled, with that fresh, innocent farm boy look about him.

"You guys want company?" he asked boldly, just as Adam started to wave him
in.

"Sure," Adam said.

The kid came in.  "You want the door shut or open?" he asked as he removed
his towel.

"Whoa!" Adam exclaimed without answering him, and with good reason. The kid
was hung.  Long, thick, and rubbery, hanging out in a big arch. He smiled
as Adam reached for his cock.

"You like that, huh?" the kid said with a wide grin as he closed the door.

Adam liked it. He pulled the kid closer to the bed and leaned over to take
his cock in his mouth. The kid started fucking his face as he rubbed his
hands over Adam's muscles.

"Damn, you are solid," he said.  Then he looked down at our juncture as I
was pulling back for the next thrust.  "Geezusss, how much have you got?"
he asked me.

"Trust me, enough," Adam told him.

"I'd like to try some of that ass when you're done with him," he said.

Then the conversation stopped, leaving only the soft moans and wet sounds
of sex. At one point the kid climbed up on the bed, stood astraddle Adam
and offered me his cock.  I took it, gladly.  He hadn't gotten much bigger,
but he was plenty big enough to make deep -throating him a challenge.  But
I managed, while I continued to fuck Adam.  I got a good hold and started
playing with the kid's butt.  He had an ass like Adam's, like two bowling
balls. He didn't seem to mind when I pulled them apart and explored in the
crevice, or when I touched his asshole, so I took it to the next level. I
wet my finger and worked it up inside his ass. He loved it; started
squirming around and riding up and down on my finger. He loved it a little
too much; suddenly, he was cumming in my mouth!  He had to be a country
boy; he shot like a young stallion.

"Fuck! I didn't intend to do that," he muttered as he pulled his cock out
of my mouth.  He surprised me then. He saw me looking for someplace to
spit, like on the corner of the bed, then I reached for my towel, but he
stopped me.  He said, "Here, I'll take that."  Then he leaned squatted down
and kissed me.  It wasn't really a kiss; we just locked our mouths together
so I could feed him his cum.  He sucked it out of my mouth and swallowed it
and cleaned my mouth with his tongue.  I almost shot off from him doing
that.

"Hey, that was way too quick; maybe I'll be back," he said as he climbed
down off the bed. He left with his towel in hand, closed the door behind
him.

"Fuck, that didn't last long," Adam said.

This isn't intended to be a story so as I am prone to do in writing
personal experiences, I won't go through every detail of every thrust and
groan.  Suffice to say that I had a very nice, long fuck, and Adam enjoyed
every thrust immensely, and appreciated that I could fuck him so long.  We
must have fucked for well over an hour, nice and slow and steady. I got him
off by sucking his cock while I reamed him.  You can do that more easily
with a cock my size.  He gave me a wonderful load which, perhaps unwisely,
I swallowed, and the act of swallowing his warm, thick semen caused me to
come.  He hit me up about it when we were done.

"How come you wouldn't fuck me bareback but you swallowed my load?"

"I know that didn't set a good example, but I was so overtaken by the
moment and I couldn't resist. You young guys always taste so good," I told
him.

He said he thought all cum tasted the same. I assured him it didn't, as I
was pulling out.  I started to step down as I was taking the condom off but
he reached for my cock to take it off himself.  He held the condom up to
the light.

"Mann!  That's a whopping load."

"Yeah, I always cum quite a bit."

"I wish I could've felt it shooting inside me."

"It's not worth a few seconds thrill," I told him.

We went down to the showers then went into the Jacuzzi.  He said he could
feel the jets rejuvenating him.  I told him to let me know when he was
ready to go back up for more.

We showered and returned to my room and fell into another sixty-nine. I
fucked him again, this time with him standing down, bent over the bed.  It
was better than before because I could watch and feel his gorgeous butt as
I fucked him.

 "I've always had a fantasy about you gymnasts," I said.

"What's that?"

"When you do that thing where you go all the way down and spread your legs
straight out to your sides....I love to watch that and imagine what it
would be like to be fucking one of those tight hard asses in that
position."

"Wanta try it?" Without waiting for my answer, he straightened and pulled
away from me and stood up on the bed then lowered himself into position
with his muscular legs spread straight out to the sides, right on the edge
of the mattress, his butt muscles sticking out at me hard and tight. I ran
my hand over them.

"Shit, I won't be able to penetrate that," I said.

"You'll have to push hard. This position draws my butt muscles in real
tight."

"You're telling me," I said as I pressed my finger into the crack. It
didn't give.  I applied some more lube and set the head of my cock in the
crack.  He relaxed his muscles for me as best he could but he was still so
tightly pushed together that I had to really force my way between them. My
cockhead finally found his hole again and I shoved in.  Even his asshole
felt tighter in deep.  I pushed in as far as I could, but the curvature of
his bubble butt prevented me from using several inches of my cock.  When I
was pressed against his butt, he squeezed the muscles hard.

"Damn! I think you could squeeze my cock right off doing that," I said.

He did it several more times then started moving his butt up and down on my
cock.

"Ohh, Geezusss!  Ohhh, Fuck!  That is incredible!"

We were well into it when I realized I hadn't put a condom on.  I thought
about pulling out but remember he's said he wished I'd cum in his ass so I
kept fucking him.

We had sex in varying degrees and positions for the next hour before I knew
I had to give it up.

"Listen, you know I didn't use a condom this time," I said.

"I know.  I almost reminded you but I didn't want you to use one anyway."

"You said you wanted me to cum in you.  I'm getting close.  It won't be as
big of a load but I think you'll feel it."

"Shoot it in deep; I don't want to lose any of it," he said.

I pumped my load in him while I stroked his cock hard and he shot his load
all over my face.  We lay together for a short while and I told him if he
wanted to roam around, he was welcome to bring someone up to the room and I
would get lost if he wanted me to.  He said no, he was happy with what he
had.  So was I.

It was one of the best times I've ever had at Club Indy, not just because I
had this terrific muscle boy, but also because we weren't rushed. It wasn't
a fuck me, suck me, get off and split type of sex that usually happens at
places like that.  We really enjoyed each other's bodies, and each other's
company.  I tried to get his number but he said he was from out of state.
I told him that depending on how far out of state, I could drive to meet
him, but he wouldn't do it.  Too bad. He was and still ranks up there as
one of the best fucks I've ever had, with his incredibly tight gymnast's
butt. The only drawback to fucking a gymnast, though, is that his butt
muscles were so developed that they prevented me from using the full length
of my cock.  His muscles just wouldn't give or be flattened; no matter how
hard I shoved.  It was the only time I ever got to fuck a gymnast and I'll
never forget it.  Every guy should have the chance just once.  I never felt
anything so tight in my life that my cock was able to slice through so
easily.  I can't watch gymnastics and see some hunky stud doing that
exercise without getting a hardon.  If I'm watching by myself, I love to
jack off while I'm watching them.

				  The End


Dear Readers:

Over the years I've had many of you say that my stories should be
published; that you would purchase them if they were.  Despite the much
appreciated support from readers, my venture into publishing did not turn
out well.  Some of the ads on Amazon offered e-stories FREE for purchasing
their reader; they were giving away my work for their own benefit. And
AFTER the stories were published I received their ridiculous Author's
Agreement which I refused to sign and I stopped sending them any more
stories and then I put the stories back on the free sites.

Pete