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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.
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