Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2021 04:43:22 +0000 From: Dailynn Subject: Reese Tries Gymnastics, Part 1 This is a work of fiction. None of the events in this story ever took place in reality. None of the people or places ever existed. This story contains graphic depictions of sex between boys under the age of 18. If this offends you, or is not legal in your area or you are under age do not read further. We all read and enjoy the Nifty Archive. If you are anything like me it's brought you hours of enjoyment. Please consider donating to keep it alive by donating here: https://donate.nifty.org/ Comments or suggestions and constructive criticism are encouraged. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reese Tries Gymnastics -- Part 1 I got out of my dad's truck and walked around it towards his door. He was removing his sunglasses and grabbing his keys as he climbed out. "Do I have to go dad?" Dad gave me the look which said really, again you are going to ask me this. He told me that we had discussed this several times. My parents required that each of their children participate in at least one activity outside the home. It could be anything. My oldest brother Ryan was a baseball genius according to my dad and played in the Pony league. My next older brother Royce was in Boy Scouts and my younger sister Rayin was on the local swim team. Yes, my name also starts with an R being Reese so we all start with R's. Mom thought is was cute. I don't have anything against any of those activities. I just didn't want to DO any of them. What I want is to stay home and chill in my room and spend time ALONE playing games, playing with myself and sleeping. Since my family is kinda big, I have to share a room with my 2 year older brother Royce who had just turned 12. Royce and I get along fine most the time. I mean, we have occasional fights over stupid stuff but we don't hate each other or anything. I love that Royce was in scouts because it means he is out of the room for whole weekends when he is away on camping trips. I had the entire room to myself for the whole weekend. If I joined Scouts I wouldn't have the sweet sweet alone time anymore. Baseball while OK was never something I found to be super fun, nor am I any good at. Swimming is awesome fun, but I can't imagine some coach forcing me to do it a certain way and at certain times. It seems like it takes all the fun out of it. I ducked and dodged my parents questions about what I wanted to do for about two years, but my luck finally ran out. Mom and dad sat me down and told me I had to pick something. I figured I'd pull a big brain move and say something dad wouldn't like figuring that might buy me some more time as mom and dad fought over it. Yup, I'm not above pitting my parents against each other when it benefits me. I told my parents "fine, I'll do gymnastics". I thought for sure my manly father, former Army soldier and coach of the Ryan's baseball team would fluster at the thought of his baby boy doing something so girly and do a not my kid kinda thing. It didn't go down as I had planned. OK good was my parents response. Well crap. Dad even said he'd set it up the following day and get me in a class as soon as possible. Well double crap. So here I am standing outside Elite Gymanstics with dad. He told me before we left to wear shorts that weren't loose fitting or long and a tee shirt I could tuck in. That alone was a pain. Most all my shorts are of the nylon basketball variety which were both loose and long. I ended up having to use some of my brother Royce's older shorts. He wouldn't be caught dead in basketball shorts. I don't know what they are called but he wore them hiking when they fit him. What they are is short. They barely come down past my junk. Royce told me that they keep you from chaffing when you walk a lot when I tried them on last night. All I know is they make me feel like I'm wearing underwear on the outside they are so much shorter than I'm used to. I couldn't even wear my normal boxer briefs because they came out the bottom of the legs. Royce to the rescue again when he gave me an old pair of his briefs which at least will keep me from showing off my undies to the world. Dad looked down at me as he closed the door on the truck and told me that it'll be good, you'll have fun. I was going to have to suck it up and deal with my failed plan. We walked in together and up to the counter at the front. An older lady who seemed pretty nice welcomed us and dad told her that we were here for a trail class and gave the lady all our information. She pointed me to the boys locker room and told me to go and take off my shoes and socks then just wait with the other boys on the benches until the coach came to gather us for class and that it would be about ten minutes. Dad she pointed to the parents waiting area. The locker room was on the other end of the gym from the front doors. I headed down the path she had pointed out which went around the outside of all the pads, poles, bars, swings and whatever else these things are. Along the back wall I saw the big sign that said LOCKERS above two doorways. I walked through the one that had a boys sign beside the door. Inside I found a bank of metal lockers to the right much like the ones we have in our schools gym each with their own pad lock. On the left there were cubbies which are what I was directed to use. Past the cubbies were some benches with 3 other boys sitting on them. One of them looked up as I walked in and said to the others "hey, new kid" then asked me my name. I told him I was Reese and he told me to pick any unused cubbie and dump my shoes and socks then to come over and hang out. Shoes and socks stowed I headed the benches. The boy that had asked my name and told me about the cubbies started introducing everyone. He told me his name is Billy and he was the oldest at 13. He ran through the others boys names. Todd is also 13 but apparently a couple months younger than Billy. Alaster was the final boy of the group and obviously the youngest. Billy said he was about to turn 11. That made him a few months older than me. Alaster said he was happy to have someone his age in the class to be his partner. Apparently the boys have to pair off sometimes and work together but Alaster never had anyone to work with and the coach usually had to help him. Curious I asked the group if this was all the boys in the class. Billy answered that it was since most boys thought gymnastics was girly. They all laughed at that, I did not. I too kinda thought that gymnastics was girly and was only there due to a miscalculation on my part. Todd said that he sometimes went to the weekday class when he couldn't make the Saturday class and there were about 8 boys in that class, but only the 3 of them came to the Saturday class regularly. I asked them how long they had been doing gymnastics. Billy had started when he was 8. Todd said he started 2 years ago. Alaster said that he started in the tumbling class when he was 4 and had been coming weekly ever since. Billy said that Alaster was the best and Todd nodded in agreement. It's odd thinking of the youngest being the best. The others went on talking like old friends do about whatever. I drifted off thinking about my mistake. At least the boys in the classes seemed cool, and at least one of them was my age. It sounded like it had been hard on Alaster not having someone around his age. I noticed the boys outfits. They were all wearing the same things. Not sure why I didn't notice that when I walked in. They were all wearing really short bright blue shorts with high slits up the sides trimmed in white, and each was wearing some kinda tight body shirt that was mostly white with a bright blue diagonal strip which ran from their right arm to their left hip. In the stripe in white letters was written Elite Gymnastics. It had straps over the shoulder like a muscle shirt but was really tight and looked stretchy. Their shirts were all tucked in. I then noticed that all three boys were ripped. I don't mean like super muscly steroid kinda dudes, but they had great muscle tone with each muscle of their exposed arms clearly defined. Their legs were all equally as well defined top to bottom. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. I guess I should say that I figured I was gay late last year when my mom dragged me to one of my sisters swim meets, something I always tried to avoid. This time she was having none of it and I was made to go. I hadn't been to a meet in awhile and was stunned when I looked over the competitors when the all stood for the national anthem. Tons of boys and girls all in skimpy little swim suits. Throughout the event I found myself more and more watching the boys. Well I was less watching the boys as I was watching the boys packages move around in their bikini swim suits. My sister later told me they were called Speedos. Apparently it's both a brand and a type; kinda like Kleenex. When I got some alone time in the bath tub later that night I thought of all the cute boys and their super sexy swimwear as I played with myself. Yeah, I play with my dick. I know all the boys say they don't do it but I'm pretty sure they all do. I mean you got a thing hanging off you right in arms reach that feels amazing to rub on, who wouldn't you do that. I don't know why it's such a big deal for people to admit. What's so bad about feeling good. Whatever. There was this one boy there that I liked better than the others. He was blond and shorter than his team mates. He was skinny but not in that doesn't eat kinda way but more in that works hard at swimming kinda way. His suit seemed tighter than it should have been and you could clearly make out his dick and balls. I found myself wanting to see what they felt like. When he had finished his heat I watched as he dried off and headed toward the concession stand. It was a blazing hot day so I guess that's why he didn't get dressed in other clothes. Mom had given me some money earlier in case I wanted something to drink and I told her I was heading for that drink as I bolted from the stands and headed toward the same concession stand. I saw my little cutie get in line and I pushed through some dudes to get in line behind him. He was as amazing looking up close as he was from afar. I could see the blond peach fuzz hairs growing on his shoulders. I had a strange urge that I just wanted to lick him all over. He was facing away from me and I had a great view of his ass. The Speedo cupped both of his cheeks and I wanted to see what they would feel like if I grabbed them and squeezed. Looking down across his back to his butt the suit was pulled out just a bit at his crack and I could see further down inside the suit. My dick was getting pretty hard at that point. When he glanced back I said Hi. He smiled and Hi'd back. I told him my name in greeting and he told me he was Justin. I wanted to say Justin I'd like to suck on your nipples. They were this amazing dime shaped size and somewhere between pink and brown. Luckily my brain was somewhat in gear and I talked with him about his heat as we waited. I told him I though he had done a great job. I had no clue what a great job looked like but figured every one wanted to hear that. He thanked me and asked who I was there to see. Turns out he knows my sister somewhat, though not great. He thinks she's really cute. Damn it! We grabbed our food and drinks and sat together at the tables to the side eating, drinking and chatting. It was nice, but what was nicer was to just look over his amazing body and imagine all the things I'd like to do with him. All the while he was probably thinking about all the things he could do with my sister. Gosh dang it! Anyway, nothing else came from meeting Justin except learning that I was pretty sure I was gay, and a few images to place in the old spank bank. Justin got a real work out in my mind to be sure. He was still a common focus of many of my fantasies today. Lost in thinking about my good looking classmates wearing their short shorts and super tight shirts I didn't hear the coach come in. I was brought around when I heard someone behind me say OK boys let's get going. I turned to see a tall skinny guy wearing the same shorty shorts though in his size and a tucked in tee shirt with the Elite Gymnastics logo on one side and Coach Layburn written on the other. We all got up and Coach Layburn lead us out to a big open area covered in a large mat maybe an inch thin. He had us run laps around the mat warming up. While running he asked me what my name was and I told him. He also asked my age and I gave him that as well. He asked if I was there for a trial or had signed up to which I responded a trial. He told me that he'd make sure I had fun in that case. He had us do some jumping around the mat as well as skipping. I enjoyed watching the 3 other boys I was working with as they moved around the mat. You could really see their butts flex in those shorty shorts. I mean they were no speedos, but pretty damn hot none the less. Next he had us sit on the mat and stretch. I was bummed when he had me sit up front because I wanted to watch over my new stroke material as they stretched. But I was rewarded when the coach sat in front of us facing us and did the stretching along with us. He was a cute guy. Way too old, maybe college age, but still really cute. The thing about him was that he had a huge bulge in his shorts where his dick and balls were stuffed. I don't think he was hard or anything it's just when he spread his legs to stretch I couldn't help but look at the massive roundness on the front of those blue shorts. I could see the white what I assumed to be his underwear sticking out the edges of his shorts. He kept on encouraging me as we went from position to position which didn't help the matter at all. Once our stretching was complete the coach split us up. He sent Billy and Todd over to the pommel horse to work on their skills telling them he'd be there in a minute. He walked Alaster and I over to the springboard. He walked through what he wanted us to do very quickly using terms I didn't understand. He told Alaster to demonstrate the move to me then help me get the motions right. The coach explained that the boys had an event next week and he needed to speed time with Billy and Todd to make sure they could do their best. He said that I'd be in good hands with Alaster as he was an excellent gymnast but that he'd be watching. I was fine with that. Alaster is very cute with all his muscles and in his gymnast outfit. Alaster grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the side of the spring board and told me to watch. He ran pretty far away from the board to a white line taped to the floor. He put his feet together, raised his arms at about a 45 degree angle making what looked like a big Y then started running crazy fast at the spring board. He swung his arms around before hitting the board and leaped into the air. He came down on the board hard and sprung up into the air what seemed like over my head. He landed on a huge pad that is taller than my chest on his feet without bouncing. He raised his hands in what I think of as the gymnast show pose back into the Y with arms raised and stretched out. I couldn't help but notice how amazing his butt looks given it was what I saw when I looked up at him. I bet all those years as a gymnast made his butt muscles strong and frim. Damn I need to control myself or I'm going to sprout wood. If I do that Alaster might freak or something. He jumped down off the pad and started walking through the steps he'd just shown me one by one even doing the motions slowly so I could get a good idea of what to do. I walked back to the line and looked back towards the spring board and mat. Alaster was standing beside it and shouting encouragements for me. I started running forgetting to do the whole hand pose thing before. I hit the spring board a bit clumsily but good enough to get a good bounce and was shot up onto the mat. It happened very quickly and I didn't really think about it. One moment I'm hitting the board and the next on standing on the mat. Alaster was shouting that I'd done it. Heck I was totally shocked. I thought for sure I'd slam my face into the side of the pad. I jumped down and Alaster slowly walked me throught what I'd done right and what I'd done wrong. He told me that I didn't do much with my arms and that they were key in getting that little bet extra out of the jump. He got behind me and grabbed my arms and moved them through the various motions and positions talking me through it again. I got to say that it felt really good having him behind me and touching me. I hoped he'd do a lot more of that. Alaster ran me through the jump many more times. I'd gotten pretty comfortable with it and found I could start focusing more on the motions rather than the fear of slamming my face. Alaster did grab my arms and move them around several more times. I may have said that him doing it really helps me understand what he's saying so he'd keep doing it. The best though was when Alaster did the jumps himself. I love watching his body work. He's such an impressive boy. Coach came over saying he'd been watching and that I'd done a great job and how Alaster was a terrific teacher. I agreed. He sent us over to the beam and again walked Alaster through what he wanted him to work with me on. I looked toward the pommel to see the other boys in the class and they weren't there. As Alaster and I walked toward the beams I asked where Billy and Todd were. He pointed to the high bars. I looked over and saw Todd swinging around a bar that was to my eyes way too far off the ground. He'd swing over and put his feet on top of the bar then swing around again. He released the bar and turned around to grab it from the other way. It was completely amazing. I'd never seen someone in real life doing Spider-man like stuff. We got to the beam we would be using and again Alaster demonstrated what he wanted me to do first then slowly walked me through it. As the beam stuff happened slow compared to the fast stuff we did on the spring board he was able to walk me through it as we both did the moves. He had me get up onto the beam and straddle it, then he hopped up as well facing me. We were near the middle. He told me that usually you'd start from one end or the other but that he could help me better if we were closer. The beam seemed a lot smaller when I was up on it. It was barely wider than my foot. Alaster moved around the beam demonstrating different things with an incredible sense of balance. He never waivered or stumbled. The kid should have been a tight rope walker. He never even put his arms out for balance unless it was part of the moves motions. He sat on the beam in front of me and said we'd go slow and had me do things like scooting on the beam with my hands. We hit one move where he had me put my hands behind me and my butt on the beam then lift my legs up and out at an elevated angle. It is really hard to do and hold for any amount of time. My legs got tired as I held them up the first time. On my second attempt I got wobbly and fell off. Alaster laughed but told me not to worry that he'd fallen off tons. I doubted that as he sat there with his legs up in the position the entire time rock solid. I climbed back up and started getting into the position when I noticed I had a great view of his butt resting on the beam with his legs up in the air. His shorts slipped back and I thought I might get a glimps of his underwear. I took a good look but didn't see anything but blue fabric of his shorts and the milky white of his butt and upper legs. I might have been looking a bit too hard and lost focus because next thing I knew he was calling my name. That brought me back and I looked up at his face. Gymnastics now, and look at my butt later he told me laughing. His legs still high up off the beam. Show off. My face must have turned beet red because he told me not to worry, all good and restarted the instruction. We went through several other motions and each one showed me another part of this amazing boy and how he could so easily move and control his body. I was completely facinated. At one point we were straddling the beam and I could easily make out his junk resting on the beam. My mind drifted as minds do and I pictured in my mind this boy, my gymnastics mentor naked in the same position. I imagined seeing his balls resting against the beam. I didn't even realize that I had gotten hard. But in my brother's old short shorts told no lie and Alaster saw. He whispered to me "dude you got a boner" as he pointed to my crotch, as if I didn't know where my boner was. I want to run into the lockerroom and hide. I'd never been so embaraced. I put my hand in front of my crotch to hide my erection, which by the way is a really stupid thing to do when you are on the balance beam and using your hands for the balance. Yup, you guessed it, I fell off again. Humiliated by my turncoat penis choosing to get hard when I didn't want it to, and embarrased by falling off. Let's just go for the trifecta shall we and run through the streets butt naked streaming I'm gay. I laid there with my crotch and head down toward the mat thinking whelp I'd better start looking for a new activity. Alaster jumped down and whispered to me "dude don't be a drama queen. We all get boners sometimes. Just don't let coach see or he'll stare. I'm pretty sure he favors boys if you know what I mean." With that Alaster jumped back up and assumed another pose. He was in it when I stood up and gathereed what was left of my pride and jumped back up myself. We continued and Alaster didn't mention my arousal again. What a champ. I wanted to know more about the perversion of the coach Alaster mentioned. "What did you mean about the coach" I asked softly. Alaster told me that he and the other boys noticed that coach looked at them pretty seriously, especially when they are hard. "We joke about it all the time when he's not around or listening" he told me. Alaster slid right up to me so close that our legs were touching and said "there used to be a boy in the class named Martin. He moved away about a year ago. He stayed after class all the time because his mom had to pick up his brother or something at the time our class let out. She paid extra for the coach to keep Martin and work with him after class until she could pick him up. Martin told us that they didn't do any gymnastics but did some other floor excersizes if you know what I mean." "Holly crap" was all that came to my dumbfounded mind to say. "I know right" Alaster went on. "According to Martin, so who knows if it's true or not, coach would suck him off and fuck him in the ass." I asked "they never got caught" figuring surely someone walked in on them at some point? "Nope, not that we ever heard" Alaster stated. "We are the last class on Saturday so the gym is usually empty when we leave. Unless there is a parents night out scheduled like today." "Did he ever try anything with you, Billy or Todd" I asked. "Not me. Though I catch him looking at my junk almost as much as you do. Billy or Todd hasn't said anything either, only that he looks" Alaster responded. I was caught off guard by the I look at his junk comment. I mean he wasn't wrong. I was looking, and I liked looking, and I wanted to look more. Geez, I'm sank. "I'm sorry I keep looking" I told him. "I just can't help myself." "No worries" Alaster told me. I've been looking at yours too. I'm just better at hiding it." I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped open at that point. I hadn't once noticed him looking at my meat hook. What the hell. That is something I would have liked to have noticed. The coach blew a whistle and we all ran to where he was, Billy and Todd included. Both older boys were covered in sweat. The coach told us that we had worked hard and deserved a little fun time so we had free time on the tramopline for the remainder of the class. The other boys whooped as if this was the most amazing thing in the world. I had no clue so stood there like a lump. "You'll enjoy it Reese" the coach told me as he beconed me over. Todd, Billy and Alaster all started jumping on the trampoline as I walked up to the coach. I could hear them laughing and playing behind me and really wanted to join in. But, I couldn't help but think of what Alaster had told me about what Coach Layburn and Martin had done together. I looked at the coach in a new light. I went from admiring his skinny yet strong athletic man's body to wondering what he looked like naked, and what Martin thought as he got sucked by coach's lips and fucked by his man dick. I bet it has lots of hair around it. "So what did you think of the class" the coach asked me? "It was fun, I learned a lot from Alaster. He's a great teacher." "That's awesome" coach exclaimed and again went into how he was sorry he didn't get to spend that much time with me and the boys had an event and blah blah blah. Honestly I lost interest in listening and just kinda spaced out staring at his body. What can I say, mom always says I have a one track mind. She just doesn't know what track it's on. "So do you think you will be wanting to come back and sign up for regular classes" coach left the question hanging, obviously excited to have another boy in the class? "Honestly coach I did this as a joke to get my dad off my back. But I had a lot of fun and the guys are cool" I said looking back over my shoulder at Alaster, Todd and Billy. "I think I'd like to keep coming." "Awesome, I'm really glad to hear that. We need some fresh blood up in here and the boys really are a great group of kids. I love all three of them, and now four" coach said to me. "Go ahead and run over to tell your dad as Julie the lady at the front will be getting ready for parents night out soon and will be swamped with tons of little kids. If he gets in with her early to do the forms he won't have to wait." I ran over to my dad. This was going to suck. I hated eating crow as dad called it. He asked what I thought of the class and I told him. He just smiled that stupid smug smile of his when he knows he's right and I'm wrong. He said he'd sign me up for regular classes and stood up to walk to Julie at the counter. I ran back over to where Billy, Todd and Alaster looked to be having the time of their lives bouncing, and flipping. While running over I notied coach sitting in a chair along the wall watching with a clip board over his lap. Maybe there was some truth to what Alaster had said. I didn't care, he could check me out all he wanted, and even put me in his spank back if he wanted. Didn't hurt me any. After all I was for sure adding Alaster, and maybe even Todd and Billy. Maybe just maybe even coach. We jumped and played for a good amount of time. Billy and Todd even helped me do a back flip on the tranpoline. They kinda pushed me over as I bouned and helped me land without falling. It was totally awesome. Coach blew his whistle to get us to stop. Why do coaches everywhere feel the need to use a damn whistle? I mean there are only four of us and we are litterally right there. He could have had our attention by just saying hey. I mean he wouldn't have even needed to shout. Sheesh. Anyway he told us to hit it and threw his thumb towards the lockers. "Alaster" coach shouted. "Take Reese to get a suit and help him figure it out since you are a sweaty. I unlocked the gear room. I'm heading out boys as I have a date tonight. See you guys next week. Don't forget to check out with Julie before you leave" he said as he turned and walked toward the front of the building. Alaster grabbed my arm and led me to a door further down the back wall labled equipment. We went inside and he hit the lights. It was a large space with tons of old pads and other stuff piled up. In the corner was another room with the door cracked. Alaster told me to follow as we went in. The room was much smaller than the first one, but still pretty good size. There were rows of shelves with bins on them. The bins were full of bags which looked to have clothes in them. "What's all this" I asked curious. "It's uniforms. They are binned by size, type, and gender. Most of it's for girls as a lot more girls come here. The boys stuff is in the back corner" Alaster told me as he led me there. "I wear a medium and you are nearly my size so let's try that first and see how it fits, we can change it if it doesn't." With that he started searching the bins until he found the one with the letters boy M/L written on it. He grabbed a bag from inside. Then he went for one labled boy M/S. I was very confused thinking they meant medium/large and medium/small. Alaster pushed the first bag into my chest and said "your leotard, then the other and said your shorts. Try them on and lets see if they fit." "Right here" I asked my mentor? "Well we could go back to the locker room but would just have to come back over here if they don't fit. It's easier if we just check here. No one's here but us four anyway so no one will come in." I set the shorts bag down because I knew what those were. I was unsure of the leotard thing. I mean I knew of leotards. Girls wore them for ballet and stuff. I'd never heard of one for boys. I opened the bag and pulled out the garment. It was the same blue and white that Alaster had on with the gym's name on front. I unfolded it felt my jaw drop for yet another time today. My orthodonist was going to hate me. The thing looked like a girls swimsuit. Everything from the waist up looked like what I'd been staring at on Alaster's chest all class. Tight fitting stretchy fabric with shoulder straps. The bottom was what had my attention. It didn't end like a shirt. It had a crotch and leg holes. I looked at the leotard then over at Alaster. "I looks like a girls swimsuit". "Oh good grief" Alaster said with some exasperation. "It's a boys leotard, not a girls one. See it says so right there on the tag." and held the tag out for me. "There more material in the crotch than on the girls ones for our junk ya know." And he put his fingers into the crotch and puffed it out so it made a small mound. "This is what you are wearing" I asked as I pointed toward his chest? "Yeah ya big baby see." And with that he pulled the elastic waistband of his shorts down past his hips and let them fall to the floor showing his full leotard. "Now take off your shorts and shirt and try it on. Yup, you guessed it, I did it. I looked right down to Alasters crotch. I bet I was staring bug eyed at the boys junk. Let me tell you, oh my gawd the boy looks absolutely amazing. Standing in front of me was one of the best sights of my young life. There was no way that Alaster didn't know I was checking him out intensely and at this point, I didn't care. "Take a picture it will last longer" he told me. But then he did the most amazing thing and slowly turned around a couple times showing me all his body front and back. His butt looks just as amazing in his leotard as his crotch does. I don't know if he's teasing me, or he is playing with me and I don't care. Just please keep turning and showing me my fantasy. "Alright, you drank it all in" he said. "Now let's see you." I look up and he is looking me in the eyes. No anger or upsetness in those eyes. I guess he didn't mind me looking. I sure as hell didn't mind. Then I realized that he was about to see me as I had just seen him. Gulp. I guess turn about is fair play right? I wasn't sure if you were supposed to wear underware or not with the thing so I asked. He told me that sometimes the boys wore a jock strap but not the kind with a cup in it as it would cause problems, just the stiff kind with a pouch for your bits. Then he dropped the bomb. "But Billy, Todd and I don't generally wear anything underneath. It feels really good on your dick and balls when you don't wear anything. Keep a jock in your bag though in case coach is in the locker room when you are changing. He'll call you out if he sees you not wearing one. He's almost never in there though so most the time you can let the boys swing free. With that he reached inside the leg of his leotard and pulled the crotch to the side and let his dick and balls hang out. I can't believe what I'm seeing. This gorgeous boy who can move as fluid as water was standing in front of me showing me his dick. I've never seen another dick outside of my brothers, my dads and guys in porn. I want so bad to drop to my knees and take Alaster's dick into my mouth and see what sucking him would feel like. "Earth to Reese. This is where you get naked and try on the sexy leotard" Alaster scolded me. Wait did he just say sexy leotard? What the crap was happening to me today? I untucked my shirt and pulled it over my head exposing my chest. I looked to Alaster and he was watching me intently. I have never been so subconcious in my life. I felt completelly exposed. Well, not completely, but I was about to get there. I looked over at his dick again still hanging out of his suit then pulled my shorts and underwear down in one go. There it was. I was naked in front of someone outside of my family or doctor for the first time in my life. Alaster looked from my dick to look me in the face and smiled a warm smile. God this boy is amazing. I held open the leotard at the neck and looked inside. "Just put your legs inside one at a time and make sure you hit the leg holes" he instructed. Doing just that I found it awkward and I am clumsy. I started to wobble and Alaster stepped up and grabbed me. He held my arm as I climbed into my uniform leotard for the first time. I pulled it up and slipped the straps over my shoulder. It felt pretty good I had to admit. I squatted and stretched to get a feeling for it in different positions. Everything fell into place nicely. "Looking good" Alaster said as he stepped back and looked me over. I did the same slow turn for him he'd done for me a few minutes ago. I stopped turning and saw that Alaster still had his dick out and it was growing. He saw me looking so he shook his hips side to side and made it dance. I laughed and reached into my leotard as he had done and took my own swelling member out and shook it back at him. We both laughed and stood swinging our dicks around for a minute giggling like idiots. We are both pretty hard at this point. Alaster put his dick back inside his leotard and said "try on the shorts now". I did and they fit just fine. Alaster reached down and slid his shorts back up and said let's go as he started to walk out. "Don't forget your street clothes." I grabbed up my shorts, shirt and underwear and followed him out. As we were about to turn the corner of the boys locker room Billy and Todd came out. They both looked over at me and smiled. "Looking good Reese" Todd said. "Yup, just another one of the boys" Billy said then he winked at me. The older boys started to walk toward the front. Billy shouted over his shoulder "see y'all next week. We'll tell Julie you are getting a uniform and may be a bit." Alaster and I headed into the locker room. As we approached the benches Alaster said "we are expected to take a shower after class so we don't stink when we leave" and he pointed towards the shower room. "Sometimes we do it, and sometimes we don't do it." That sentence seems odd to me and I played it back in my mind. The way he said it he emphasized the words do it. Was he trying to tell me that they sometimes do and sometimes don't take showers or was he telling me something more. This kid, I swear. Alaster slipped out of his shorts so I did the same. He was standing right in front of me and we were both wearing our leotards and nothing else. I looked down, because of course I did, and saw that he was hard. His dick made an amazing outline in the stretchy material of his leotard. I looked at my own and saw that my hard dick was making a similar imprint. He stepped out of his shorts which had fallen at his feet and walked up to me face to face. "Let me help you get out of this" he said. With that he squatted in front of me and grabbed my shorts in one hand which were at my feet as well and my right leg with the other. He pulled up on my leg and slid the shorts off my foot. He placed it back down on the cool cement floor and repeated the steps with my other foot. He held the shorts in his left hand and placed his right hand on my ankle. As he slowly stood back up he drew his hand up the outside of my leg. I got a chill as his hand climbed. No one had ever touched me in that way before. There was no doubt now that he was thinking along sexual lines. And I for one was A OK with that. His hand reached my hip and the edge of my leotard. He hooked it with his finger and gave it a little pop smilling. I smiled back, because well why the hell wouldn't you. His hand continued treaking up my side and turned toward my chest when it reached where my arm was pressed against my side. He stopped with it resting on my breast. His fingers found my nipple through the thin fabric stretched over it and his thumb and index finger gentally twisted. His face came to mine and his lips met mine. I swear I'm paralized. I'm scarred of what's happening but I want it to happen. I'm just a ball of conflict. His hand that was holding my shorts is now on the back of my neck. He must have dropped the shorts. He pulls me towards him and kisses me again. This time I relent and kiss back. We peck a couple of time then I feel him hold the kiss and his tongue on my lips. I spread them apart and he enters my mouth. I try to repeat what he is teaching me much like I did back out on the gym floor. He's still a great teacher. Our tongues are dancing and we are moaning into each other. Then my world changes forever. Our tongues are still dancing around each other, but I feel his hand no longer twisting my nipple. No I feel it sliding up the inside of my leg and heading to happy town. Oh god is he going to touch my dick? Please let him touch my dick. As his hand is getting dangerously close to touching my private place I'm thinking please don't vear off for the love of god, keep going. My wish was granted and his hand slide first over my balls then over my cock. He held it there for a moment as we kissed gripping, then started to slide it up and down. I can't begin to describe to you what it feels like. I'm a rage of hormones on the inside, and electricity on the outside. "First time huh" Alaster states. "Uh huh" was all my feeble brain could consider to respond. "Then I get to be the first to taste you" he said and slide both his hands to the straps on my shoulders. He broke our kiss and slid the straps off and started to pull the leotard down. He squatted down with the lowing suit. Soon his face was staring directly at my raging hard dick. Looking down on him I see him grab my dick in his hand and pull it away from my body. It feels like there is a delay from what I see to what I feel. The sensation of someone else, let alone this gorgeous piece of boy meat touching my dick is unbelieveable. No amount of jerking off can come close. I watch as he opens his mouth and sinks my dick into it. That delayed feeling again. I see it happen then what feels like moments later I feel the warmth of his mouth on my dick. I feel the slipperiness of his spit. Oh god, I feel the presure of his lips pushing into the walls of my shaft. My legs go weak. He grabs me with his strong arms wrapping them around my legs and stablizing me. I'm pretty sure if he had't that I would have fallen over and made a complete ass out of myself. He's moving his lips up and down my shaft now as my dick is slipping in and out of his mouth. OK, I'm man, or boy enough to admit it. I'm glad dad was right. I am having a great time at gymnastics class. I'm getting close. I can feel that presure feeling builidng. That one that kinda like you need to pee, only way better. I tell him I'm almost there. He doesn't stop, this kid is a machine. Here it comes. I can feel my dick pulsing as it releases its juices into Alasters mouth. The boy to his credit keeps sucking and drinking as I spasm my load into him. I've never felt anything even half as amazing in my entire life. I feel myself going slack as his strength is still holding me upright. He leans me down to sit on a bench. Still between my legs he lets my dick drop out of his mouth. "You taste nice" he says. Me, I say nothing. I'm pretty sure that my mind is broken, and probably forever. He raises up and kisses me on the lips again. This time he tastes differently and I'm sure I'm tasting my own cum. Hmm, that's kinda sexy. He stands up and his leotard covered dick is right at my face. No time like the present I think as I grab his hips and pull him back toward me. "Not today pretty boy" he tells me. "They'll be expecting us outfront soon." He bent down and kissed me on the lips again as he grabbed his shorts from the floor then walked over to a cubbie with his street clothes. I watched on as he slipped his fingers into the straps of his leotard and slide it down. He was naked before me and the most incredible sight I'd seen to date. He grabbed his hard dick and gave it a couple good shakes in my direction teasing me. Then he started getting dressed. I was enough out of my daze at that point to realize that I should be getting dressed as well. I reached for my clothes and we both went about our chore watching each other. Once dressed and he had his uniform stowed in his bag. He then walked up to me and gave me one last kiss, and a quick grope. "I'm glad you liked the class and desided to continue on with us" he said. "Me too" were all the words that came out of my idiot mouth. Yup confirmed, I'm a complete moron. We walked to the front together. A bunch of little girls were milling about the waiting area I guessed for parents night out whatever that was. Alaster and I walked up to Julie's desk and she marked us out and told us to have a great weekend. I looked over at Alaster and told him good bye and that I'd see him next week. He mirrored my comment and I walked over to my dad. I'm sure I sounded like a total idiot but I started telling him how much I loved gymnastics and how much fun I had and showed him my uniform. He just smiled and nodded. I didn't realize but Alaster had walked up behind me. He put his hand on my should and I turned to see my first lover. He got close and said in an overly loud voice "don't forget to wash your uniform between classes, coach will complain if you don't and he always seems to know". While he was speaking he slid something inside my underwear on the oposite side of my body to my father. Dad said we'd take care of it and the three of us headed out the front door. I watched as Alaster got into a black Honda Civic as I climbed up into my dad's truck. We waved at each other as we drove off. When I got home I darted towards my room bypassing my mom's questions about the class entirely. I tossed my uniform on my bed and headed into the bathroom. Royce's room and mine shared a bathroom with Ryan's. I closed both doors to both rooms and reached into my underwear to see what Alaster had put there. It was a piece of paper with a phone number on it and the words call me sometime sexy boy. Wholly shit. Alaster thought I was sexy. Hell I didn't even think I was sexy. Alaster sure as hell was sexy with his muscles and lean physique. I'm plain, ordinary, nothing special. I guess he thinks more of me than I do. Nothing wrong with that. I'll text him after dinner and see what happens. God I can't wait for gynastics next weekend.