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Archive name: gymnast.txt (MM, exh)
Authors name: Jay Kern (anonymous address)
Story title : The Gymnast: I CAN SUCK MYSELF

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When I was a teenager, I found to my surprise and plea-
sure that being double-jointed had its fringe benefits. 
Long gone are those days of youthful sexual 
experimentation with my friend Donnie, but in my jerk-
off fantasies I still recall vividly the first time I 
sucked myself off.

Being one of five brothers brought up on a farm in Iowa 
meant that the sight, smell and sound of sex was an 
everyday reality. If it wasn't a rooster humping a hen 
or our Angus thrusting his long slippery red cock into 
a cow, it was one of my brothers pulling himself off 
under his sheet at night. I would lie there with my 
eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, and listen to his 
knuckles rustle the sheet with a steady soft sound. 

As his breathing increased, he would begin to moan. 
Then I would hear him spread his wet cum on his abdomen 
and sometimes beat off again. But usually he'd just 
fall asleep. 

When I reached puberty, I sometimes would secretly 
accompany him, and I would smear my cum over my own 
developing balls, thinking it somehow would help me to 
manufacture more of my 'white stuff' as I called it.

In my last year at high school, I was the star of the 
gymnastics team. I worked the pummel horse and high bar 
and was runner up for the country championship. It had 
taken many hours of practice for me to succeed, and I 
also had to work double chores at home, but being the 
youngest and the smallest gave me special privileges. 

I stood only five feet seven inches, and weighed only 
145 pounds -- in contrast to my over-six-foot brothers. 
They, however, were never interested in school, sports 
or grades. They liked girls and farm work, in that 
order. 

By the time I was a senior, they had all married and 
moved away. Two had farms of their own and the other 
two worked in Davenport in farm supplies. They were all 
very proud of me, and everybody attended my meets to 
cheer me on. My starring in gymnastics only increased 
their pride in me as their alter ego.

My buddy Donnie was on the gymnastics team with me, and 
I sort of was his idol. We would spend long hours 
working out on the mats in the gym and showered 
together and hiking home. He lived on the farm next to 
me but never did chores. His father owned the land my 
family worked on. We were, in fact, tenant farmers.

One day during the week before the state finals were to 
be held in Iowa City, Donnie and I practiced late in 
the gym. The coach and the others had gone home, but 
Donnie and I were perfecting our sets. I had just 
completed my pummels for the umpteenth time, and, 
sweaty and tired, I headed for the shower room. Donnie 
took his wet jersey and tossed it at me, hitting me in 
the back of the neck.

"What's that for, you fucker?"

"No reason." He trotted to my side and kiddingly pushed 
me through the door into the locker room. The room 
always smelled of sweaty jocks and high humidity and 
always gave me a pleasure rush. We went to our side-by-
side lockers and pulled off our shorts, jocks and 
sneaks.

I had seen Donnie bare-ass hundreds of times and he me, 
but tonight when I glanced down at him something seemed 
different. There was some sort of electric tension 
between us. His cock was in a state of semi-arousal, 
its down-tapered six inches arching out from his blond 
thatch. "What's this," I asked, "a happy hard-on?" My 
fingers flicked at his pink head.

Donnie blushed. "Can't help it Joey," he said as it 
swelled out and began to inch upward. We had pulled 
ourselves off be-fore in the front seat of his car, but 
it was always in the dark and neither of us had ever 
seen or touched each other with a hard-on.

I felt myself beginning to rise, and my balls began to 
roll around on their black-haired sac. Donnie reached 
out with his left hand and began to pull on me. My 
eight-incher snapped to attention as I grabbed onto 
him, and we stood there sweating and throbbing as we 
milked each other's wet-ended cocks.

Our stiff young dicks were up against our abdomens when 
I broke away. "Let's stop this before we come off," I 
said. "I'm gonna take a shower." I turned to him. "You 
comin', Donnie?"

"Yeah, Joey, I'm comin." He trailed me to the shower 
room, pulling on himself the whole way. I turned on my 
shower and splashed cold water at his groin as he 
approached the showerhead next to mine. He jerked his 
cock rapidly in my direction. Mine was still hard and 
pulsing, and watching him made me silly.

"I can shoot off further than you..." I said. "Bet you 
can't," he said, pulling furiously on his cock. "Bet I 
can do something you can't"

"What's that?"

"Bet you can't suck your own cock."

He laughed. "I suppose YOU can?"

"Sure"

"Have you ever tried?"

"Yeah"

"Lets see you, then." He withdrew his hand from his 
cock and soaped down his chest.

I slipped down to the floor and placed my ass up 
against the slippery tiled wall. Then I placed my hands 
behind my knees and pulled my ass over my head. I had 
tried this a few times before and had managed to lick 
at my pisshole with my tongue. Now, as the water 
streaked down on my ass, I pulled myself down more and 
more and was able to take my cock-head into my mouth. I 
started sucking.

Donnie stepped over to watch me, stroking himself as he 
stared at my cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I 
looked over and saw him with his mouth hanging open, 
staring. He reached down with two fingers and circled 
my shaft; he felt my balls, slowly, one after the 
other. My asshole pulsed open and shut, and I knew my 
white stuff was getting ready to geyser out of me.

I was turned on by the thought of my own cock coming 
off in my mouth, and by Donnie's touching me. I felt my 
cock-head swell as it jabbed rubbery and moist, in and 
out of my lips.

Donnie couldn't take this show any longer; he took the 
bar of soap and foamed up my asshole. Then he swung my 
ass around and straddled me and guided his oozing cock 
to my pulsating hole. When he pushed his rod into me I 
nearly gagged; the force thrust my own cock deep into 
my throat. His six inches were hungrily swallowed up by 
my ass-hole. I heard him groan above the noise of the 
shower, and then his body straightened out and I felt 
hot spurts of fluid erupt in my ass. Just at that 
moment, the pump in my balls climaxed and my cum 
flooded my mouth.

After that night, Donnie and I spent every free evening 
perfecting our fuck-me-suck-me routine. I had tried 
once to force him into a position where he could suck 
on himself, but he wasn't limber enough. I've looked 
for another guy, who is as supple as I am, thinking of 
all the possibilities, but I have never found anybody 
else with my unique ability...

	THE END

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