My Young Gymnast
Industrial city in
southern Russia, in the mid-late 1990’s
My stories are fiction. None of the people in my stories are actual
people, nor are any of the situations
based on reality.
My name is Vladimir, and I'm a doctor specializing in orthopedic
medicine. I work mostly in a local hospital, but also do some work on
the side for athletics. Dmitri, an old friend of mine, is a coach for a
youth gymnastics group and recently he asked me to examine a student of
his. "His name is Kiril, and he's a very promising young man", he tells
me. He tells me that Kiril has pulled his thigh muscle more than once
and would like for me to examine him and possibly develop a better
stretching regimen for him.
"You know, Vlad", he continues, "I'd also like you to have a little
talk with him. You see, he's gay, and I know that he prostitutes
himself for the money, and I worry about him. Maybe, with you being gay
yourself, you can help." I learn from my friend that this boy,
Kiril, is not quite 13, small for his age, but extremely intelligent,
having been awarded a full scholarship to the best private school in
the area. He's an orphan, and is essentially neglected by his guardian,
his step aunt, who is currently sick and unable to work. He lives with
his cousin, who also prostitutes himself.
I agree to see the boy, and we agree on a time when I can examine him
(for free) at my apartment. A couple days later, at the time agreed
upon, Kiril rings my doorbell, and I open the door. As expected, he is
small for his age, but was probably the most beautiful boy I've ever
seen. His hair is light blond, his eyes are brown, and he has a great
smile. He's wearing a yellow T-shirt, cargo shorts, and white sneakers.
He has an athletic bag over his shoulder. "Hi, my name is Kiril", he
says, "you must be doctor...."
Oh, just call me Vlad", I interrupt, adding, "come inside". I usher him
in, and take his bag. "Are you really 12?”, I ask him. He pulls out his
card, and I can see that, yes, he is actually 12, and is in fact only a
months shy of 13. “Many people think I’m 8 or 9”, he says to me, but
I am really 12.”
"Well, you look healthy, and you will eventually grow taller", I assure
him. I show him over to my private office, and have him sit down on
the padded exam table. We talk a bit about gymnastics. I ask him about
gymnastic events he does best in.
“Well, I do
balance beam, horse, and floor exercises”, he says. I ask him if he
rings or uneven bars. “Yes, but I'm not very good on them yet”, he
replies, “My coach says I need to
my upper body more, first”.
We talk a bit more about gymnastics, then I change the subject. "You
know, your coach is a bit worried that you might be taking too many
chances", I tell him. I also assure him that anything we discuss will
be held in the strictest confidence.
"You mean about how I make money?", he asks. I nod my head, and he
continues; "Well, I make a lot of money having sex with men, but I
don't do it any more than I have to. Besides, I actually like doing it,
most of the time." I ask him if he also has sex with boys closer to his
age, and he tells me that he does occasionally, but adds, "I like sex
better-they know how to please me more, and they always seem more
grateful for it."
I question him a bit more, and he assures me that he always uses
condoms, and that there is always somebody who knows who he's with and
where he is at. He seems very confident about his sexuality. I then ask
him about his stretching regimen, and get some specifics about his
recent muscular strain.
"Well, let me examine you. Please remove your shirt", I ask him. He
so, uncovering an incredibly well defied chest. He notices my
admiration of his physique, and smirks a bit. I have him stand up, and
check his heartbeat with my stethoscope. "Very nice", I comment, as I
press down on his sternum with the end of my scope. Kiril smiles, and
says "I'm glad you
it". I feel his smooth pectorals with my hand. They are hairless, save
for a very light 'peach fuzz', and while not terribly bulky, they are
quite developed. "You know, son, you already have a very admirable
amount of upper body development here. All you need to do is keep at
the exercises and eat properly", I tell him.
Finding everything with his chest in order, I then feel the muscles
around his shoulders. I ask him to turn around, and I check out his
back muscles, as well as checking for any spinal curvature. Kiril
softly moans with pleasure as I run my hand across
his back, then around to his hips. "Everything here
feels great", I tell him. "OK, if you would remove your shorts now", I
I turn around to re-adjust my erection inside my pants, to keep it from
showing. When I turn back, I almost gasp at what I see. Expecting to
see Kiril standing in his underwear, I'm surprised to see him standing
completely naked, with his long, hairless penis already about
half erect, straining at his thin, tight foreskin. "I..I wasn't wearing
any underwear", Kiril blurts out, adding, "Don't worry, you can check
me out naked. I'm not shy." I
scan his nearly perfect body: his 6-pack abdomen, the "V" running down
to his pubic region, his round, taught testicles, and then, that
long, hairless penis. He smiles at me, then says
like it?”, as he pulls his foreskin all the way back. I stare at his
penis, not sure what to say next. He comes over to the chair next to
standing, climbs up on it, standing on the seat, and looks me in the
can touch me if you want. Id like that”, he says, as he places his
hands on my
I reach my hand out and touch his hard, slender
penis. I run
my finger down the underside of the firm shaft, then across his smooth
balls. "Well, you seem to be adequately developed here", I tell him,
cupping his testicles in my right hand.
Kiril smiles, then says "Yeah, it's the only part of my body that's
maybe even large for my age. I'm glad you like it." I reach my hands
around him, and pick him up by his butt, then place him on the exam
table. "Well, let's finish checking out your little problem", I say,
trying to act at least a bit professional.
Kiril spreads his legs apart, leaving his nearly erect penis curving up
into the air. "It's right about here", he says, placing his hand on
his inner thigh muscle. Swallowing hard, I place my hand on his muscle,
and stroke it gently, up and down the leg. all the way up to his
crotch, just grazing his smooth, round balls. Not feeling any knotting
on the muscle, I suggest giving him a
quick massage, before continuing any further.
I instruct Kiril to straddle the table, hanging his feet off either
end. I then straddle the table right behind him, and reach around to
massage his inner thigh muscles, as I instruct him to spread his legs
ever further apart. As I do so, his penis becomes fully erect, and he
leans his head back against my chest, in ecstasy.
I gently slide my fingers
smooth, taught testicles. “You are almost 13, and no hair yet?”, I ask
him. He smiles and says “Well, I’ve pulled a few hairs
balls in the last month, so I guess I’ll be growing pubic hair soon. I
I’ll grow taller and stronger.” I move my nose closer to his head, and
inhale the smell of a freshly cleaned boy; a faint smell of soap and
shampoo. "You should let the hair on your body grow, you know", I say
softly, "I think you'd look better with a bit of hair there". I
start massaging his shoulders and upper arms, then
his back and sides, marveling at how firm and lean his body is.
Next, I dismount the table, and ask Kiril to lay down on his chest, so
that I can massage his back. “Hey, its warm-maybe you
your shirt off”, Kiril says, adding, “Its only fair, since I’m not
anything myself”. As I remove my shirt, Kiril watches me intently.
says, admiring my bare chest. "Now, take off the rest", he commands.
Nervously, I unbuckle my pants, drop them to the floor, then remove my
under shorts, all under the watchful gaze of this beautiful blond boy.
Kiril chuckles, "I knew you were hard!"
Kiril raises his left hand and wraps it around my
sliding my foreskin back. “You have a very nice penis”, he says, as he
his hand to caress my balls. "Maybe, we could continue the massage on
your bed?", he asks, looking at me with pleading eyes. He stands up,
and I show him the way to my bedroom. Reaching the bed, he jumps on it,
laying face-down on the covers.
I straddle his firm, lithe body with my knees, then start to work some
massage oil onto his upper back, then slowly down his back, until I
knead his firm butt
cheeks. Spreading them apart, I can see his clean, pink little anus.
Massaging his crotch, I can see he's that he's enjoying the massage as
much as I am. He stretches his arms up, and I lean forward to nibble
Kiril replies in barely more than a whisper, “I
your penis on my butt. Id really like to feel it inside me.” I sit up,
have Kiril roll over onto his back. I bend myself down and run my
the bottom of his penis, from the tip down to his balls. Circling his
with my tongue, I gently suck one, then both into my mouth, causing
softly moan with pleasure. After a bit more tongue play on his balls, I
him lift his legs into the air, and slowly run my tongue down his
circle his little pink anus. “OH…that feels good!”, he coos, as my
his hole. I rim my tongue around his pink hole a few times, with my
in his smooth, hairless balls. Finally, I put his legs down, then go to
his penis properly. First, I run my tongue under his foreskin, retract
stimulate his frenulum, before taking his hard, slender member
completely in my
mouth. I suck him for a couple of minutes, causing him to moan with
“Oh, Vlad, please fuck me!”, he blurts out.
I stop sucking him, and tell him “I wish I could,
don’t have any condoms.” Kiril then quickly rises, saying “I do!”. He
from the bedroom into the front room, his oiled body glistening, and
grabs his athletic bag. He runs back in, his hard dick
he strides, then jumps onto the bed next to me.
I lie down on my back, and say to him “I’m afraid
you’re so small I might hurt you with my penis”. Kiril wraps his hand
it, and says “No, I’ve had bigger inside me without a problem.” He then
his head down, and takes my entire penis in his mouth. As he bobs up
on my dick, I can see he is straining to do a good job, considering the
size of his mouth. Still, he manages to keep his teeth from causing too
He finishes sucking me, then pulls out a small
towel, and a
tube of lube from his bag. Handing me the lube, he says to me
hole up first, then we can fuck”. He turns his butt towards me, and
I put a bit of lube on my finger, then slowly insert it into his hot,
I manage to slide it in all the way, then remove it. I add some more
slide 2 fingers in together, and hold them inside. In a few seconds, I
his sphincter relax. “OK. I’m loose now”, he says, pulling himself away
fingers. I wipe them off on the towel, and he turns around, straddling
a condom in his hand. He unrolls it on my throbbing erection, then
with lube. Finally, he positions himself over my erection, and slowly
his body onto my penis.
He closes his eyes as he slowly impales himself on
my hard staff,
continuing, until he has it completely inside himself. He gently bites
his lower lip, and I ask "Are you feeling any pain?" He responds
softly, "No, it's fine, just let me loosen a bit more". His hole is
warm, and throughout the entire process, he has retained his own
he rests on my penis, I slowly masturbate him, sliding his thin
foreskin up and
down his pink glans. As I do so, he starts raising and lowering himself
rod, squeezing a bit with his sphincter on the down strokes. He opens
his eyes, and smiles.
I can tell he’s getting close to orgasm, as am I.
“You say you’ve been plucking hairs from your
balls”, I ask
him continuing, “Does that mean you can cum yet?” He looks down at his
rigid penis, and replies
“Well, I can dribble a little, but I cant shoot yet.” Then he adds
He closes his eyes again, and bites his lower lip.
I stroke him a few more times, then he stops his
I remove my fingers from his thin erection. “OOOH!”, he says, as his
twitches, aiming nearly vertical, and I can fell him pulse deep within
bowels as a small drop of semen pumps out his piss hole, then another.
his smooth balls as the pearly drops of his seed travel down the length
penis, reaching my finger. I bring the finger to my lips, and taste the
sweet-salty boy semen on my tongue.
He opens his eyes and smiles. “That was nice”, he
as he lifts his butt off my penis, “Now, I want to see you cum.” He
condom off my hard dick, then sits with his thin erection right up
mine, and wraps his hands around both, stroking them together. In less
than a minute,
I’m ready to shoot. Kiril aims both penises so that when I shoot my
volley upward, it hits his chest, then his chin, with each successive
hitting him lower on his abdomen. He continues to slowly slide his
our now semen covered dicks until I have spent my load. Then he bends
chest to mine, with our deflating penises between, and he kisses me on
He wraps his hands around my chest, and I place my
his firm little buttocks. We embrace like this for several minutes, our
stuck together, with me stroking the firm body of this very beautiful
Finally, Kiril speaks: “I really liked this. I hope we can do this
about you?” Kiril turns to look me in the eye, almost pleadingly. “Oh,
are so beautiful and nice. Yes, Id like to see you again.” Kiril
again, then says “Thanks.” We pull apart, the semen on our chests
paste. “Wow, it looks like we both need a shower!”, he exclaims, adding
take one together”.
I lead him to the shower, both of us fitting
stall, Kiril standing on the plastic stool, putting him to just about
with me. He has me soap him all over his firm, nubile body, and his
returns. I carefully wash under his foreskin, then gently around his
stretched anus. “Is everything OK back here?”, I ask, as I gently
sphincter. “Yes, I’m fine.”, he replies, adding "I've had bigger dicks
up there before, you know." I then rinse us both off, and Kiril kisses
me on the lips once again.
I then place my hands on Krill's firm buttocks,
up against my chest. He wraps his legs around me, and I carry him
the shower to dry off. I place him on the ground and give him a fluffy
towel. Kiril starts by vigorously drying his blond hair, causing his
deflated penis to slap side-to-side against his thighs. I dry myself
well, then Kiril drops his towel, turns his back to me, and asks “Can
my back off?”
I carefully dry his entire backside, including all
his buttocks and thighs. I get down on my knees, and ask him to turn
does so, and I grasp his now hardening penis with 2 fingers, and
tight foreskin. Carefully, I dry his glans with the towel. “Ooh, that
Kiril giggles, as his penis once again becomes fully erect. I finish,
release my grasp on his penis, but his foreskin stays retracted.
"OK, let's get back to your thigh muscles", I tell
him. I explain a stretching technique I'd like him to try, and suggest
that it would be easier to do while naked, without any clothing to
restrict motion. I ask him to bend over, put his palms on the floor,
then, keeping his back as horizontal as possible, to spread his legs
further and further apart, knees locked. He follows my instructions,
and practices this technique right there in the bathroom.
"Is this good?", he asks. I get down on my hands
and knees behind his butt, and look under his spread legs. I run my
fingers along his inner thigh muscles, then up his hairless balls, and
up his fully exposed crotch. "Looks good, very good", I say, admiring
his smooth testicles. "See if you can spread them a bit more each day,
and hold this position for at least a minute", I tell him.
"How does my bung hole look?", he asks me, adding, "Does it look
swollen?" I look closely at his freshly cleaned anus. "Well, it's a
little red, but not swollen. I'm sure we used enough lube to prevent
any injury", I tell him. Finally, checking the clock, I tell him,
"Well, that's long enough-you can get up now". He stands up, then walks
over to me, his still erect penis right in front of my face. He puts
his hands on my shoulder, then says to me, "Thanks, Vlad-that was
really nice". I stand up, and embrace his body against my own.
Well, kid, I have an appointment to get to", I
inform him, "So, I guess it's time for us to get dressed." Kiril grabs
for his T-shirt, and puts it on, the
on his erection. “Guess I’ll have to wait a few minutes for it to go
says, as he jumps onto the bed. We talk a bit, and agree to meet again.
him the location of the café I often eat lunch at, and ask if
he would like to join me for lunch someday. “Sure, Id like to see you
again. In fact, I hope
we see a
lot more of each other”, he tells me.
More to come later.
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