Gymnist

When I was 18, I went to a small college near my hometown which, to start out with, had a very limited sports program - football, basketball and baseball, that was it. I'm not very good at any of those sports (my forte is gymnastics) so I just sat out on sports until my sophomore year when they finally got around to recruiting a gymnastic coach.

His name was Tray Malone and he was just out of college himself where he had participated in his school's varsity gymnastic team. He seemed like a nice guy who knew what he was teaching and was pretty good-looking to boot. He wasn't big, but he had a nice muscular, compact body, although too hairy for my taste. I was already was pretty sure that I was gay (I'm Clay Weston, by the way) but was not really turned on by this guy - of course he was "way too old for me" (he was about 26) and I just admired his build from afar.

Most of the guys who went out for the Gymnastic Team were hardly what either the Coach or I would have called "gymnasts" - they were either too fat, too uncoordinated or something! I was probably the best-developed guy on the team - I had worked hard in the weight room over the last year and had a really well developed upper body. Firm, well-defined muscular arms, tight pecs and abs and fairly muscular legs. Only one other guy on the team even came close to my development and he was every gay guy's dream!

He had a good looking (but not beautiful) face and a well-developed body, almost equal to mine. His name was Jerry Adams and he must have been about 5'8" and weighted around 175# -- just about the same size as I. We had traded "meaningful" glances (well, in my innocence, I had thought they were "meaningful", but we had yet to speak to each other. Coach put us through a thorough exercise program every day and Jerry and I were usually assigned to "spot" each other.

For the first couple of days, our only conversation took place during those workouts and was related exclusively to our exercise programs. I wore a pretty tight Speedo outfit during the exercise period, so Jerry never say my cock get aroused every time he held me legs down while I did push ups. He wore a tight Speedo also so, even though I could see that he had a big basket between his legs, I never got even an outline of this "personal" equipment during our exercises.

I was dying to see Jerry nude in the shower, but for some reason we always seemed to miss each other. Finally, we headed to the showers at the same time and I said to myself, "The day has come! At last I'm going to get to see this dream boat with his cock and balls swinging free!" By this time, we knew each other well enough that it was perfectly naturally that we would go into the showers together and chose showers next to each other.

We had both gone into the showers with towels wrapped modestly around out waists, but when we got to the showers, we both put our towels on hooks next to the shower heads and I got my first really good look at Jerry - as he did at me! Neither of us seemed to be shy with each other and we must have spent a minute just checking each other out! I was right! He was one hung dude! He must have had an 8" cock when it was hard and had big, low-hanging balls. My cock is a little shorter, but also a little fatter, so we were a close match.

We proceeded to shower with both of us using a lot of lather on our cock and balls. We faced each other and I know he kept his eyes riveted on my cock and balls as I did on his! As we both started to get erections from all that hand action, he smiled at me and said, "Nice cock, Clay!" I said, "You've got a nice one, too, Jerry!" (Hardly inspired conversation, but I think both of us understood the real message that went unsaid but was certainly inferred by both of us!)

As if to confirm the understanding, Jerry turned around and started to soap up his ass, pulling apart his ass cheeks so that I could get a good look at a cute pink asshole winking at me! When he was sure that I had gotten a good eyeful, he turned around and raised on eyebrow, as if to say, "OK, buddy, I showed you mine, now you show me yours!"

I smiled at him and slowly turned around to repeat his performance. This time I heard him whisper, "Nice ass, too, Clay!" The showers were a little too public for us to do anything else at this time, and we both had to get to classes anyway, so we quickly dried off and dressed, but made arrangements to have dinner together that night. I kinda floated out of the gym and had trouble thinking about anything other than Jerry for the rest of the afternoon!

Dinner at the school's cafeteria can hardly be classified as a gourmet affair, but we were used to it and got through it without incidence. After dinner, we just strolled around campus, getting better acquainted with each other. Finally, Jerry said, "Hey, I've got a little 'fridge up in my dorm room! Want to go there for a cold soda?" I asked if that wouldn't bother his roommate. Jerry gave me a sly grin and said, "Nah, I've got a single for this semester - we'll be totally private!"

Needless to say, we were in his dorm room with the door locked as quickly as possible. We just looked at each other and immediately started to undress each other! We went slowly, wanting to make it last, but finally we were both down to just our shorts, which we each proceeded to pull down slowly and carefully. I think we were both a little playful in that we were each careful not let the other's by now fully erect cock, escape the confines of our shorts until the last possible second. We each had the other's cock pointing straight down and held in his shorts by only a fraction of an inch of cockhead, when suddenly, both cocks sprang free, hitting each other on the way up and slapping against our bellies with a loud and pronounced slap!

We quickly fell into his bed in a 69 position and spent the first minute or two just admiring and fondling each other's cock. When both of our cocks had gotten to the stage that they were twitching and throbbing on their own, we each started to work on the other's cockhead - licking it, sucking it, and getting it coated with spit. Then we thoroughly licked each other's shaft to get it wet too, in anticipation of a long and prolonged suck fest! I don't know how long that could have gone on because we were both reluctant to end it and whenever the other was on the verge of climaxing, we would slack off and let each other calm down a bit, only to start the cycles all over again! What threw both of us over the edge was that we each decided to start finger fucking the other's asshole. That was all either of us needed that we each shot a full load of hot juicy cum down the other's throat!

We were both so wiped out that we just lay in each other's arms trying to get our breath back and build up another load of cum for Act II. Eventually, Jerry turned his head to me, grinned and said, "Well, that was enjoyable enough! Are you ready to see if we can satisfy each other equally in the fucking department?" I grinned back and said, "Man, I thought you'd never ask! Who goes first?"

Jerry sat up and said, "I will! I've been dying to get up that ass of your ever since I saw it in the shower!" He threw my legs over his shoulders, coated his cock with a liberal amount of KY, and used first one finger, then two, to lube up my fuck chute and stretch my asshole as wide as he could. Fortunately, I really trusted Jerry so I was able to relax totally and my asshole felt like it could take a baseball bat up it! Jerry could see that I was ready so he got his cockhead in line with my asshole and started to push. I pushed back and with a loud slurp his cockhead slid up my ass.

I bit my lip in pain at first and Jerry froze in position while he watched me carefully. When I began to get used to his tool up my ass, I nodded, and he started to slip more cock up my ass - still watching me carefully to ensure that the pain was at least bearable for me. When he finally had his whole cock up my ass he again froze and watched me. By this time the pain was about gone and I was beginning to really enjoy his long cock rammed up my ass! I nodded at him again and that was all he needed to start a long slow in and out movement of his cock. The more I appeared to like it, the faster and harder he fed it to me until his pumping action was just a blur. God, could he fuck! He started to grunt and I knew he was close. Sure enough, blast after blast of his hot cum started shooting up my ass accompanied by big sighs and groans of satisfaction from him.

He finally pulled out and it was now my turn! I duplicated all of his preparatory actions and was soon pumping him just as fast and as hard as he had fucked me. He was writhing in pleasure, so I knew he was enjoying this as much as I. I, too, shot a tremendous load of cum up his ass and then collapsed in his waiting arms. He grinned at me and said, "Well, I guess we both passed the tests with flying colors!" I asked him, "What tests?" He said, "Why the mutual sexual satisfaction tests, dummy! This means that we are now steady fuck and suck buddies! You did enjoy it all as much as I did, didn't you?" I assured him that I had and that I'd be happy to be his exclusive suck and fuck buddy! Little did I know that we wouldn't be able to live up to that vow of exclusivity for long, but we didn't know that then and meant every word we said.

School continued in this fashion, more classes, more practices with the gymnastics team, more time in the exercise room and a lot more sex between Jerry and me!

Unlike many sports, such as football, baseball, basketball, etc., gymnastics is not really a sport for big men. The best gymnasts are all relatively small, although very well developed. Fans of gymnastics also like the athletes, in addition to being skillful, to be clean cut, as hairless as possible, and wearing as skimpy clothes as decency will permit. As a result, we wear brief, tight shorts, a skimpy singlet (to show off our chest to its best advantage) and socks that barely extend past our shoes (to show off out legs to their best advantage). Jerry and I both met all of those requirements but also enjoyed working together trying to improve each other's body.

Although neither of us had much body hair, we had gotten into the habit of giving each other a body shave just before a match. I even talked Jerry into our shaving each other's butts, balls and crotches! Not that any of that would show in the match, but just because I liked it and Jerry didn't seem to mind. I don't think there is anything better than sucking a hair-free asshole or sucking on heavy clean-shaven balls!

Late one afternoon shortly before our first big match, I was doing a brief workout in the exercise room. Jerry was off studying somewhere so I didn't have anyone to spot me and decided just to do a couple of laps around the track, a few light aerobic exercises, and then call it a day. As a result, I didn't wear my usual Speedo outfit, but just pulled on a baggy old pair of shorts, the leg holes of which had been stretched all out of position, and didn't bother to wear a jock strap. I had just about finished doing the laps when the Coach came out of his office, bare-chested and wearing just as baggy an old pair of shorts as I was.

He called me over to him and said, "Clay, I think those abs of yours are getting a little flabby! Get over on that mat and I'll hold your legs while you do some pushups." This was the first time that anyone had ever spotted for me other than Jerry, but I thought, why not? I went over to the mat, got on my back with my legs together and started to do some sit-ups. Coach got down on his knees, leaned back on his heels, and grabbed both of my ankles but only after pulling my legs apart almost as far as they would go! He also spread his legs apart, which is NOT the usual position for either guy to be in while doing pushups and being spotted!

I quickly realized that my cock and balls were both resting up against my right leg and that this position, coupled with my loose baggy shorts, gave Coach a good look at my "family jewels". Not only that, but as I rose up to start each pushup, I was able to get a clear view of his heavy cock and balls poking through one of the legs on his shorts. I had never guessed that Coach might be gay, but this scene really forced me to rethink my assumptions about him! Although I am not an exhibitionist, I smiled to myself and thought, hell, if this turns the guy on, why not?

Coach's eyes seldom left my open pant leg and when they occasionally did, it was to check to see if I was looking at his open pant leg! Once when he thought that I might not be getting the best view possible, he moved his legs even further apart so that the opening was even more pronounced. Although I tried not to look at coach's cock and balls, it was almost as if I was mesmerized and couldn't look at anything else. At that point, try as I might to avoid it, I started to get an erection and my cock started to grow and slide down my leg. Coach didn't say anything but never took his eyes off it, except to again check where I was looking! As my cock started to expand, his did too and before long the whole thick head had extended itself beyond his shorts. Mine quickly reached that stage too and before long I had at least two inches of shaft showing as well as the cockhead. If anything, Coach had about three inches of shaft showing!

At that point, Coach stood up, pulled open the front of his shorts (watching me all the while) and repositioned his cock so that it was now pressed against his belly with more than half the cockhead extending past the top of his shorts. He held out his hand, pulled me to my feet and I performed a similar repositioning, although the top of my cockhead barely stayed within my shorts. Coach said, "Good workout, Clay, why not come into my office and use my private shower rather than the team showers?"

I was now about ready to go along with anything, so I just accompanied him into his office, where he made a point of locking the door behind us. He smiled at me, took me into the small private bath he had, turned on the shower (which wasn't all that big), quickly undressed so that his fully erect cock as swinging fee, undressed me, and guided me into the shower. It was a tight fit but his hairy chest pressed up against my smooth one and his hands started to massage and soap up my back and ass. The least I could do was reciprocate, so my hands started to massage and soap up his back and ass, too.

Although Coach really wasn't my type (too hairy) I'll have to admit he had a great well-developed body and a beautiful 9" cock! At long last, Coach said, "Clay, I know you could get me in a helluva lot of trouble over this, but I suspected all along that you were gay and that you wouldn't exactly fight my coming on to you this way. I promise you that I'll never use my position as your Coach to force you to do anything that you don't want it and, if you want this encounter to be our first and last, so be it!"

With that he took one of my hands, placed it on his throbbing cock and asked me if I liked what I was feeling? I had to admit that it was a great looking and feeling cock - long, thick, rock hard, with a straight shaft and a big purple cockhead that seemed to have a life of its own. He grinned at me, pulled back as far as he small shower would allow and started to soap up and pump my cock. When we were both on the verge of coming, he stopped pumping me, pulled my hand off his cock and said, "I don't want to come this way. If you'll allow it, I'd like to 69 with you and milk that cock of yours dry!" I nodded, which he took as acceptance. We both rinsed the soap off our bodies, dried each other, and went back into his office.

He had a big fluffy rug in front of his desk and pulled me down into a 69 position on it. He immediately started a furious Hoover-like sucking of my cock, while I first just ran a fingertip over that huge cockhead of his. His whole cock was pulsing and throbbing before I took pity on him and started to suck him in earnest. He sighed in contentment and sucked my cock even harder. He must not have come in a long time (other than perhaps hand jobs which are never as satisfying as a hot eager mouth) so that he was soon shooting wad after wad of his hot juicy cum down my throat. Man, did he ever have the sweetest cum! His was even sweeter than Jerry's and that's saying a lot! I soon shot my load too, which he dutifully swallowed and then continued to suck me until my balls had produced the last drop of cum that they had to offer.

When we totally drained, we lay back, idly running our fingertips up and down each other's body. Coach said, "Man, I haven't had sex like that since I was back on my college varsity team!" He then went on, "Look, Clay, this isn't a bribe or anything like that, but I'm pretty sure that you and Jerry are a "couple" and if you want me to, I can promise that whenever we go on a road trip, I'll make sure that you and Jerry get to room together!" I told him that was great and that both Jerry and I would appreciate it.

He got up on his elbows, looked at me carefully, and said, "Clay, I don't want you to take this as a threat or anything like it, because it isn't, but I've been very attracted sexually to both you and Jerry! Do you think that you two might every like to make your relationship an occasional three-way deal?" I told him, frankly, that we had always had an exclusive two-way relationship and that I would have to talk to Jerry before I could tell him yes or not. He said that was fair enough and again said that neither of us should think he ever intended to use his position to try to pressure us. I told him I believed him, got dressed and left, with a casual hug and kiss.

Inasmuch as I had already had a shower, I just went over to my locker, changed into my regular clothes and went off to try to find Jerry and tell him about Coach. He was as surprised as I to hear that Coach really was gay and asked me if he had a nice body. I told him, yes, but that he wasn't really my type. Jerry said, "Oh, and just who is your type, buddy?" I smiled at him and said, "No one but you, lover!'

Jerry then wanted to know if we had had sex and I told him, yes, the Coach and I had 69ed after showering together. Jerry then wanted to know all the details about Coach's cock, whether he had given me a good sucking and if I had enjoyed sucking him. I filled him in on all the details (Jerry and I decided long ago not to have any secrets between us) and said yes, it had been a mutually satisfying 69 session, but not as good as the ones that we had. Jerry just smiled at this (although obviously pleased) and said he would think about the idea of a threesome, as should I.

After a few days, Jerry suddenly said, "You know, although I wouldn't want to make a regular thing of it, an occasional romp with the Coach might be fun if you were agreeable too." I said I agreed and we planned how to let Coach know. Later on that week as the team was all leaving the workout room, we deliberately held back until we were the last two to leave. As we came up to Coach, who was standing next to the door, we both grabbed our crotches, smiled at the Coach and nodded. He got the message immediately, grabbed his crotch, smiled and nodded back. As we left he softly said, "Just let me know when, studs!"

We then started team competition in earnest. It turned out that I was the best on the team on the rings and bars, while Jerry was best on the "horse" and floor exercises. Neither of those were my strong suits and we were both glad that we each excelled at something the other wasn't competing in seriously. We didn't like the idea of being in competition with each other although we never held back to let the other win deliberately.

The first time Coach came up to Jerry's room with me, I could tell that Jerry was very nervous about the idea of having sex with "the Coach!" To get things rolling and put Jerry at ease, I stood the Coach between us (he had quickly sensed the chemistry and went along with me willingly) and stripped him bare. He just stood there while I pointed out his good features to Jerry and rotated him around as if he were a slave in a slave market. I had him flex his arms to show off his muscles, which were superb!

When I got to his ass, I pulled his ass cheeks apart (he cooperated by bending over a little) and stroked his ass hole while telling Jerry how tight his ass was. This was more than just made up in that I had never fucked the Coach before, but it sounded good to Jerry. I then turned him around again and took his semi-erect cock in my hand as if it was just a big piece of meat and pointed out all its obvious virtues, while using the finger of my other hand to tease and stroke his fat cock-head.

When I had Coach so aroused that his cock was throbbing and standing straight out at its maximum length, I cupped his balls in the palm of my hand, and told Jerry that they produced the sweetest cum he would ever taste. I then squeezed the Coach's nuts and told Jerry that they felt like they were full to overflowing!

I surprised the Coach by suddenly grabbing his cock, squeezing it as hard as I could and starting to pump it as fast as I could. When I first started, Coach was so surprised that he almost doubled over, but quickly understood that we just about had Jerry on the verge of participating (Jerry was now showing a huge "tenting" effect in his loose pants and his cock swelled to its maximum length) so he turned to make sure that Jerry could see his big cockhead get even bigger and more purple. I knelt down in from of the Coach and started to give him a deep wet sucking with lots of slurping and groans from both of us.

As a finale, I pulled Coach's ass cheeks apart and told Jerry - "OK, stud, show the Coach that your cock can be useful as well as ornamental!" That was all it took and Jerry quickly stripped, rammed his cock up Coach's ass, and proceeded to give him a lively fuck! From that moment on, Jerry lost his nervousness and Coach just became another gay guy with whom we occasionally had sex. Later on that evening, after we had each sucked and fucked the Coach and he, in turn, had sucked and fucked each of us, Jerry had to go the bathroom to take a leak. In his absence, the Coach turned to me and thanked me for "breaking the ice" with Jerry.

I told him Jerry's problem was that he had earlier just thought of the Coach as "The Coach" and was having trouble accepting him as just another gay guy who was just as hot and horny as we were! The Coach told me that regardless he appreciated what I had done and gave my now limp cock a tight squeeze.

Coach, who in private became Tray so us, was true to his word and Jerry and I always got to room together on the road trips in a room with a big king-sized bed. Every so often we would invite Tray up to our room (which always turned into an overnight session) and would engage in some hot and heavy three-way sex. As we had agreed, Tray never used his position to force us to do anything that we weren't willing to do and always participated equally in whatever sexual activity in which we were engaged. He was just as happy and satisfied sucking or fucking either one of us and being sucked or fucked by either of us. I think the position I liked best was being in the middle while Tray was on his back sucking my cock and I was on my hands and knees over him, sucking his cock, with Jerry fucking my ass off! God was that good sex!

Although Jerry and I still thought of ourselves as being in a two-way relationship (and most of the time we are), the addition of Tray for an occasional three-way just adds spice to our relationship and makes an already good one even better. Jerry and I are looking forward to continuing to star on the gymnastic team while having prolonged, hot and heavy sex with each other and, every so often, with Tray!

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written by drcocksexer