Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Gymnastics: by (C) Hamilton Joyce.
They say that sexual preferences can be fixed....  or at least

influenced....  by childhood experiences.

   Gillian smiled at that thought as he adjusted his wig...  blonde was
quite startling with his brown eyes and latino colouring....  and checked
in the mirror that his seams were straight.  Sir Royston Hartington was a
generous guy and deserved the best.  And the best was what he was going to
get from the beautiful Gillian: a meal, a quiet club, and then the luxury
of of the most beautiful transvestite whore in Europe in a five star hotel
suite for a night of passion.  Sir Royston was in his fifties but still fit
and vigorous, and Gillian was really looking forward to a long session of
what Sir Royston called "bed wrestling".

   He wondered whether this pampered life as a transvestite escort would
have occurred to him as a possibility if it had not been for that Spring
afternoon in 2001.

   ............

   Jack Willis had been waiting for him, lounging against the gate-post of
number eight "Dunroamin".  As Giles approached he threw his cigarette end
to the pavement and trod on it.  Jack Willis was two years older than the
twelve-year-old Giles Manderville, a head taller, and a bully.

   'Lillywhite boy!  Look what the tide's washed in, another bleedin poof.'

   'Better that than a pikey.  You're just a gyppo....' He put his football
down against the fence: this would be serious!

   Giles knew those two words would provoke Jack Willis, who was indeed
from a romany family, and the local prejudice was (and is) still strong in
those parts.  But he had started it!

   The bigger boy swung a haymaker, but Giles danced away from it and the
blow he landed on Jack's chest was more of a push than a punch.  Jack was
trying now to grab the boy, get him close where the extra weight and
strength would tell.  But Giles managed to land a classic straight left on
his adversary's chest, and then a hooked right plumb on his nose.  Blood
spurted as Jack managed to get a grip on the boy and they fell to the
ground, wrestling and rolling over and over.

   There was blood everywhere, but finally Giles managed to get on top and
was kneeling with his knees holding Jack down: the pressure on the boy's
biceps must have been painful.  What followed was potentially worse.

   Giles made a fist and held it over Jack's face.  'You're going to get a
black eye unless you apologise.'

   The wriggling beneath him intensified.

   'Two black eyes.'

   The pain in his arms was unbearable.  'Ok!  Sorry!'

   'Say: I'm sorry I called Giles Manderville names, and I won't in
future.'
With a bad grace the older boy repeated the shameful words, was
released, and slunk away.  Not cured of bullying, but would pick easier

victims in future!

   Giles looked at himself.  His football kit, with the proud Tottenham
Hotspurs crest on the white shirt was all bloody, and even his white shorts
were stained.  Shit!  there was even blood on his trainers.  He hoped it
would all wash out as the Club strip had cost a lot and had been his
Christmas present.

   ..................

   The short-cut footpath ran along the back of a row of suburban villas,
mostly with tall wooden fences.  But in the middle there was one that had a
low wall, with a small gate.

   'I say!  What on earth have you been up to?'

   Giles looked over the wall.  The guy was Mr Hammond, and he had been
sunbathing.  He got up and wandered over to the wall.  Giles thought he
looked fit in those yellow swimming trunks.  The guy was muscular but his
bronzed chest had no hair on it at all.  He looked as fit as Mr McFee their
PE teacher, but whereas Jock Mcfee was all muscle and bone and covered in
black hair, this guy was somehow better-covered.  He looked as if he would
not be so bony if....  if what?  The boy was not quite sure what......

   'Had a fight.  This ain't my blood....his.  I bust him on the nose.'

   'Your mother's going to be wild about that, young man.  Shall we clean
you up a bit before you go home looking like that?'

   'Would you?'

   'Of course.' He opened the gate and the boy came in, following through
into the house.  He thought the guy looked as good from behind, with those
trunks tight across his bottom, so small and hard-looking, and with his
broad shoulders and triangular, tanned back.

   In the kitchen Mr Hammond wiped the boy's face with a wet tea-cloth, and
then his arms and knees.  It was fun handling the boy's soft-skinned smooth
legs.  He really was a very good-looking lad.  Mr Hammond felt his cock
stiffening.

   Giles was embarrassed.  At night when he jerked off he often thought
about Jock Mcfee's hard body, and was one of the boys who got an erection
when they showered communally after Games.  Most of the boys got a hard-on
sometimes: he ALWAYS did.  There was something about the way Jock McFee
looked at them as he walked around the showers, among the naked boys,
stripped to the waist himself, and shouting "Remember all the hidden bits.
Soap those arses and around your balls, boys.  Cold in a couple of
minutes." Then he would turn the lever to cold and watch while the boys
leaped up and down, screaming, their little willies dancing in the freezing
rain.
He was embarrassed because he had got hard while Mr Hammond had wiped

the blood from his thighs....

   But then he saw that Mr Hammond was hard as well, the shape of his cock
very clear against the thin yellow fabric of his trunks.  That made it OK
again.....and exciting!  He was really hard now, and knew it must have
shown through the thin fabric of his football shorts!

   'You're Giles aren't you?'

   'Yes Mr Hammond.'

   'Call me Bob.  Now those trainers and shirt, and we'll put them in the
machine.'

   The boy was....  delicious was the only word he could find to describe
that hairless chest, latino colouring with pretty little brown nipples. 
Nice shoulders and beginnings of arm-muscles.  Still a boy, slender but not
skinny.  and so appealing as he looked shyly at his benefactor, deep dark
eyes, wavy hair really black, and a cute, shy smile.

   'Shorts too.....they are even worse than the shirt'.

   'I'm not wearing.....'

   No pants.  Never mind, we're both men after all.  And I'll put my
speedos in as well.  They need a wash.'

   This was the first erect male cock the boy had ever seen.  Yes, he'd
seen his father's at the beach, changing, but never hard.  This was
awesome, so hard and masculine, and so big.  It looked as if Uncle Bob had
been cut (like Giles, but like only one other of his classmates) and the
flaming red knob looked so smooth and elegant at the end of the thick,
veiny shaft.  His Dad had masses of hair down there, great tufts of black
and grey, but Mr Hammond had nearly none.  There was a little square of
closely cropped black hair and the rest was bare.  It made his cock look
especially big, and his balls too.

   The boy pulled his shorts down, and Mr Hammond had his first sight of
the twelve-year-old's pubes.  The boy had just started to grow hair, but
just the triangle, and very fine.  His little balls were hairless and still
shades lighter than his belly and thighs, and his little cock was hard. 
Glory be!  The boy was excited!  Hallelujah!

   As he threw his shorts into the machine, the boy's cute bum was rounded,
and a lighter shade than his back.  Wholly silky-smooth, and wholly sexy!

   'It'll take about an hour to wash and dry.....would you like an
orangeade?'

   ...............................................

   It was so strange as to be nearly laughable.  The two sat side-by-side
on a deep sofa sipping their drinks, the boy an orangeade, the man a Grand
Marnier: in a sort of stunned silence.  As he sat down the man had made
sure his hairy, masculine thigh touched the boy's smoother skin, and the
boy had not recoiled.  If anything he had reciprocated, leaning slightly
into the man.

   Encouraging!

   Each ignored, or seemed to, the incongruously aroused penises, his large
and obviously well-used, even ruggedly battered perhaps, the boy's slender,
skin so smooth and fine as to seem almost translucent, except for the
lovely pink knob.  The boy's knob was narrow, almost pointed, while the
man's flared out, like some purple mushroom.

   Mr Hammond was excited, fantasies close to fulfillment, but already
imagining the police at his door, the trial, the imprisonment, the
victimisation by other prisoners.

   Giles was excited, wondering whether Uncle Bob would touch his cock,
whether he dared reach out and touch Uncle Bob's.  He had a tightness in
his chest he had never felt before and his heart was racing, beating so
loud that surely Uncle Bob must hear it....

   And yet they sat in silence, hardly daring even to look at the naked
body beside each of them.

   Giles it was who broke the silence.  'What's that you're drinking, Uncle
Bob?'

   'It's a sort of orange brandy, Giles.  Want a sip?  Careful, though. 
It's very strong.'

   The boy took a sip, and then a bit more of a sip.

   'It's lovely!  sort of warming.'

   'Well, what we'll do is tip this into your orange juice, and I'll get
another for myself.'

   Again the boy admired the man's muscular, hard, angular butt as he
walked away, and then the six-pack belly and magnificent cock as he
returned.  Mr Hammond stood a second looking down at the boy, deciding he
just had to caress that so-inviting body.  Fortune favours the brave, after
all, and there might never again be such an opportunity to fulfill
fantasies, and revive old memories of boy-hood days.

   So he put his glass down on the coffee table, took Giles' glass from him
(half gone already, he noted), and sat down his arm over the boy's shoulder
as he did so, pulling the boy closer.

   Giles rested his head on the muscles just below Uncle Bob's broad
shoulder.

   Precum was welling from the man's cock, to the astonishment of the boy,
and there was a little clear drop in the eye of the boy's cock to the
delight of the man, who reached down and held it.

   Greatly daring he ran his fist twice up and down the boy's penis and was
rewarded by the boy's shy smile, a slight opening of the boys legs, the
knowledge the boy was relaxed and happy.

   Happy yes Relaxed no.  Giles' head was whirling.  This big, strong man
was jerking his cock.  He knew about gays, but school-yard chat described
them as feeble, effeminate types, the "poof" of Jack Willis' insults.  But
this man was fit and strong and very masculine.......

   As well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb Bob thought and he bent over
the boy, a hand on each smooth thigh, and took the cocklet into his mouth.

   The boy was amazed.  he had heard about "cock-suckers" of course....a
favourite insult among the boys......  but they too were supposed to be
effeminate.  The warmth and suction on his cock was so exciting, and now
his man was bobbing up and down so the cock rubbed against his lips and
tongue as he sucked.  Giles did not know what to do with his hands, but
rested one on the man's head, where the cropped hair felt so different, and
so sexy, and the other on his muscular shoulder, stroking and caressing
without thinking.  He htought how good it would be to be hugged by this
man. Even kissed...  And with that stimulating idea he came.

   Not much cum, Uncle Bob thought, but lovely none-the-less.  The boy was
only twelve after all, and doubtless jerked off several times a day!

   The boy pulled his cock away: probably sensitive after cumming.

   'That was lovely, Giles.'

   'Me too.  Better than.....'

   Bob filled the hesitation.  'Better even than jerking off?'

   'Oh yes!'

   There was a silence as both took in what had happened.

   Then, 'Can I do something for you, Uncle Bob?'

   'I think you know what I'd like, Giles.'

   The boy knelt down in font of the settee and tentatively licked the
man's cock, a droplet of precum transferring to his tongue.  It had no
taste.....  The man's balls looked so big and heavy: he cupped a little
hand under them and lifted them slightly, just as he felt Uncle Bob's hands
stroking his hair and then holding his head between the two palms, forcing
it gently down towards....

   But could he get that huge knob into his mouth?  He was desperate to try
and opened his jaws as wide as they would go: it slipped between his lips
easily, and that bone-hard shaft with its warm' silky outer flesh slid just
as easily into his mouth.  He gagged and coughed as it touched the back of
his throat.

   'Sorry, Giles.  Hold the base of my cock so it doesn't go too deep. 
Yes, like that.  Ooooh!  that's lovely.  suck me like that.'

   Silence reigned except for the slobbering sound of the sucking and the
occasional moan of pleasure from Uncle Bob.  It was good, Giles thought, to
have one hand holding that wonderful cock while the other tickled his
balls, sometimes pulling at the skin of his scrotum, sometimes cupping as
if weighing them.

   There was a change as Uncle Bob's legs suddenly stiffened, and he was
murmuring quietly....difficult to make out what, but obviously it was good.
His hips started to move too, and his grip on the boy's head tightened,
holding it in place.  and then Giles felt his mouth filled with silky,
bubbling cum....  it must be cum he knew, but there was so much, so much
more than his own little spurt and dribble.  Over and over it spurted.  He
swallowed, but some escaped to run down his chin, and finally Uncle Bob was
still, though his cock still twitched, and Giles thought it was still
oozing a bit.

   'That was nice, Uncle Bob.'

   'Nice doesn't begin to say how good it was for me, young Giles.  But I
better clean you up a bit: some got onto your chest even.'

   He used a white cloth from the back of the settee....  wiping the boy's
chest and face.

   'I ought to be going soon, Uncle Bob, or I'll be late for dinner: I
catch it if I'm late.'

   'Can't have that, can we?  And your togs should be finished by now.

   .........................................................

   It was a week before they could meet again.  The Sunday was no good, as
Giles' family always visited his Grandparents Sundays, and Mr Hammond
worked evenings in London during the week.  But they had a rendezvous
arranged for Saturday morning, early so they would have more time to play
before football in the afternoon.

   Giles' mother noticed the boy had showered and washed his hair without
being told to....unusual, and she smiled quietly thinking there must be a
pretty little girl somewhere to make her son suddenly conscious of personal
hygiene.  He was only twelve, but boys and girls grow up so quickly now.

   Pretty Little Girl-friend?  Ha!  Six foot of bone and muscle, and an
eight-inch prick as solid as steel!

   Giles had that same tightness in his chest as he entered the back-lane.
As well as showering he had not jerked off since Thursday morning....  two
nights without cumming, as he was very aware he had much less cum than his
idol.  He wanted Uncle Bob to feel his cum bubbling and spurting, just as
he had remembered each night as he jerked off thinking about his new
friend's splendid body and wonderful cock.

   He had to wait a few minutes as Mrs Hargreaves was in the lane, and she
was a terrible old gossip, and always talking with his mother.  He waited
until she had gone and the footpath was empty before he went through the
garden gate.  Uncle Bob must have been waiting, as the door opened even
before he knocked.

   He swept the boy into his arms, lifting his feet from the ground and
hugging him tight.  He could feel the boy's little cock hard aginst his
body, and his own cock was stiffening.  He had so wanted to kiss the boy
last time, but feared it might frighten him off.  This time he kissed, felt
the boy tense for a moment, and then melt into him as Giles accepted his
probing tongue and open mouth willingly, even eagerly.  More even than
being sucked the boy had wanted to be hugged and kissed.  So they kissed in
the hallway until he carried the boy up the stairs and laid him on the
double bed.

   Giles was excited, hard-cocked, and not at all afraid of this man now.
His nightly fantasies that week had included just this, being carried
upstairs, his trainers and socks pulled off, his shirt pulled off, his
shorts pulled down.  He had put on tight white y-front pants, clean and
nearly new.

   Uncle Bob looked down at the near-naked boy, the startling white of his
underpants contrasting with the silky olive of his latino skin.  So pretty
and so sexy The little bulge suggested the treasures hidden by the white
cotton.

   He pulled at the belt of his dressing gown and his cock stuck out as it
fell open.

   Giles gasped: he had almost forgotten how awesome it was!

   The dressing gown joined Giles' clothes on the floor and Uncle Bob was
mouthing the boy's cock through the white cotton, leaning over him,
stroking nipples to hard-pointed erection and sucking at the hidden shaft
as one sucks an orange segment at half-time.

   Giles could just reach to drape one arm around the man's naked butt, the
other hand already holding erect cock, the promise of a mouthful to renew
the memories of last Saturday's visit.

   How long had it been since Uncle Bob had the pleasure of slowly sliping
down a teenage boy's tight, white underwear to reveal that silky triangle
of new-hair, hard little cock, and tiny naked balls?  Too long!  Not since
he was a schoolboy himself in one of those old-fashioned boarding schools
where boyish sex was routine, and all the more pleasurable for that!

   This time.  however, his mouth did not go immediately to the cocklet
with its pink helmet.  Instead he bent the boy's legs back over his head
(so supple a twelve-year-old boy's body!) and exposed his anus.  So pretty
in the smooth hairless crease, almost brown, like his nipples, and
stretched smooth, not wrinkled-petalled like an adult's.  And hairless,
tight closed, but so inviting.  Kneeling in front of the boy he planted a
kiss there, and then licked down the crease, tongue lingering on the secret
rose.

   He felt the boy tense.

   Giles was momentarily confused.  What was Uncle Bob doing?  surely he
wouldn't want.....?  Jeez!  He could feel the man's pointed tongue forcing
in, licking round inside.  This was gross!  How could he?  The boy was
about to protest, but before he could utter a word the delightful sensation
took over.  This was good, as good even as getting his cock sucked.  He
raised his bum an inch, bending even more, and was rewarded by an even
deeper penetration.  No word of protest, just a long 'Aaaaaaah!'

   Uncle Bob felt the boy relax beneath him, and settled to the pleasant
duty of waking up his virgin arsehole.

   Soon it was no longer tight, not open, but looser and more welcoming to
his probing tongue.  The smooth skin of his buttocks glistened where saliva
had moistened them, and there was enough for him to slide a finger up into
the boy's arse.

   It would be better with lube.....the cherry stuff, so it was still great
to suck!

   Giles watches as his new lover reached for the bedside table, uncapped a
tube, and squeezed something into his crease.  Now that inpudent finger was
up him again.

   'OK?'

   'It feels funny, sort of full and tight, but OK.  Oooh!  That's nice!'

   Probing finger had found the boy's little prostate and was pressing on
it, releasing, pressing again.

   'Oh yes!  That feels good!  I can feel it right into my balls and cock.
Ooooh.'

   The boy was a natural.  Mr Hammond was certain now that he would be
fucking the boy before the afternoon was out.  For the moment he
concentrated on the anal masturbation.

   Giles had shut his eyes, a silly smile on his face, and then biting his
lips, and then he came, a little spurt of cum streaking up his chest.

   'Jeez!  I came without even touching my cock.'

   Uncle Bob had licked the boy-juice from his smooth chest and was now
enjoying the last oozes from his still-hard cocklet as he cleaned that up
too.

   'Now you can see why men like being fucked.  Women don't have that in
their bottoms, just us men.  Its a place called the prostate, and it's
almost as sensitive as your cock.'

   He lay beside the boy and cuddled him.  As they kissed the boy imagined
he could taste his cum on Uncle Bob's lips, and opened his mouth so it
would be easy for uncle Bob to slip his tongue right in.

   They lay like this, hugging and kissing, until finally, 'But it must
hurt dreadfully.....  even if it's sexy.'

   'It can do.  But I was your age when I was shown how to do it, and the
man who taught me made it so it hardly hurt at all.  Just a little bit for
a moment or two, and then it was great.  He did this for a long time....'

   More lube on his fingers, and even as they lay hugging and kissing he
slipped two fingers into the boy, finger-fucking and deliberately
stretching the anal muscles.  As he did so he described how the School's
rugby captain had initiated him one long winter's afternoon in the senior
boy's study, laying on cushions in front of the roaring coal fire.

   'I wish I went to that sort of school.  Mine's not like that at all. 
All the boys are anti-gay, always laughing about "shirt-lifters" or calling
people "poofters" to annoy them.'

   'You can be certain that a lot of them are gay, or at least would enjoy
a bit of cock-fun.  Must be.  Statistics!'

   'Do you think I'm gay, Uncle Bob?'

   'Only you can know that, Giles.  But I'm certain I am, and was pretty
sure even at twelve.'

   'I think I'm gay too.  I like boys much more than girls, and men even
more.  That's nice what you're doing now......'

   In fact Mr Hammond now had three fingers up the boy, who seemed totally
relaxed.  Time for the main event......

   He turned the boy from his side onto his back and slipped a pillow under
his buttocks.  His pretty anus glistened already with lube, but even more
was squirted on, spread with fingers, and then the residue used to moisten
Uncle Bob's knob and shaft.  The boy was as ready as he ever would be for
his first real sex act!

   'Remember it will soon feel good, and you'll want me to do it again and
again and again....'

   Knob held against anus, rubbing, pressing, nearly entering.  Boy's eyes
open wide, staring, not smiling, grim and afraid.  Ah well, here we go.  A
push, knob in, a little scream, rest a second.  Scream dies away, push more
and slide easily up the boy.  Ah yes, fully in, balls resting against his
bum.  Still for a second.

   OK?'

   'It hurt, but it's ok now.  Just feels full and a bit funny.'

   As the boy spoke his seducer pulled out as far as his knob, pushed in
again.....  no scream.  Ok to fuck now, slow and steady....'

   Soon the boy had a hand on his cock and was jerking it to the rhythm of
the fucking, faster and faster as Uncle Bob warmed to the pleasant task. 
Uncle Bob studied the boy's face as it went from that trepidation, through
puzzlement, and finally into dreamy pleasure as his prostate was tickled up
and his cock got closer and closer to orgasm.  Finally there was that look
almost of pain in the boy's eyes, face scrunched in a grimace: spunk flew
in a long streamer up his chest, onto his face even, and his face relaxed
into a contented smile.

   Released from the need to hold back Uncle Bob speeded up and in seconds
was coming, pumping cum into the boy's arse.

   ...........................................................

   Spring turned into early summer: the football season was over but the
boy still visited every Saturday morning, staying now well into the
afternoon as well.

   The love-making was becoming almost routine, still exciting but settling
into the same action each time.  They would undress, go to bed.  The boy
was sucked off and then fucked.  he would go to the bathroom to clean up,
and then back to bed to cuddle and chat until the man was hard again, for
some more of the same.After that a naked lunch, some porn on the TV
downstairs, and some more sex, probab;y a sixty nine.  Giles had fucked
Uncle Bob once "to see what it's like", but much preferred to be sucked and
fucked himself.

   This Saturday Giles had ridden his lover, astride over him and lowering
himself onto the rampant cock.  Ten minutes of bouncing and his arse was
filled with cum as usual.

   Uncle Bob was laying on the bed waiting for Giles to return from the
bathroom, arse washed for some more rimming.

   The boy returned, but insted of coming to bed he went to the wall,
beside the window, and looked closely at the black and white photograph
that hung, framed there.  It was of a man dancing....  a ballet dancer.  He
looked closely, and then back at Uncle Bob, who smiled at him.

   'This is you, isn't it?'

   'Yes.  that's how I earn my living.  I'm a dancer.'

   'That's why you're so fit: you're very handsome in this photo........'

   'Want to see some more?'

   'Please!'

   'Top drawer over there: the green album.'

   They sat side-by-side and leafed through the book.  The photos were
mostly very large and glossy, and nearly all black and white.  Uncle Bob
explained he did classical ballet but also modern dance as well.  There
were plenty where he was dancing alongside another man or girl.

   'The men are very handsome...  all of them.'

   'And fit: they have to be.  It's like your gymnastics.'

   Giles had started to go to gymnastics classes and could do some
startling things now....  useful in bed some of them!

   'I heard that most ballet dancers are gay?'

   'Gay or at least bi: all of them I should think.  The men I mean.'

   'You have sex with them?'

   'Some.  You're not jealous I hope, Giles....'

   'No.  I think I would too if I had the chance.  This one here is so
sexy!'

   I've got some pics of sex with him.  Want to see?'

   'Oh, please....'

   The red albums; same drawer.'

   There were half a dozen of them but Giles brought just two over to the
bed, and they sat side-by-side leafing through pages of glossy, large
prints of handsome young men sucking and fucking.  Uncle Bob looked about
thirty in these, giles thought, younger but still very sexy.

   The second album was the real eye-opener though, a life-changer for
young Giles.

   The first photo was of a smiling Uncle Bob up the bottom of a very sexy
black girl.  She had kept her stockings and silver high-heeled slippers and
her rounded buttocks were framed by the straps of a white satin suspender
belt.  With that silky-smooth ebony skin the blonde hair must surely have
been a wig the boy thought.

   'I thought you said you were a hundred percent gay...?'

   There was a hint of recrimination in the boy's voice, but his lover
merely laughed.

   'Look at the next page!'

   The boy, for a boy it obviously was, looked straight at the camera, a
dreamy look in his eyes and a silly grin.  He looked as if he had just been
fucked, and from the sequence of pics he clearly had.  More to the point,
he had no breasts, and his hard cock pointed at the lens.  The only
feminine things about him were the shoulder-length blonde hair, the scarlet
lipstick on full, feminine lips, and of course the satin garter-belt and
tan stockings.

   'He's very sexy, Uncle Bob.'

   'He's Marina...  ne's a dancer like me.  Oh, he's got tits now!'

   'I think he's sexier like he is in the photo.'

   'So do I, Giles.  I don't need tits!'

   'I could do that for you, Uncle Bob.....'

   'Really?'

   'I never told you because I thought you would think it girlie or
something, but I sometimes put on panties and stockings.'

   'Your Mum's?'

   'My big sister's are sexier.  When I bath I always look in the laundry
basket and if I'm lucky I find panties, suspender belts and stockings, and
if I do I put them on and pose in front of the big mirror while I jerk
off.'

   'Now that's something I'd like to see, young Giles.'

   'You don't think it's wimpish?'

   'No, lots of boys do it, and grown men too.  Anyway I think you'd look
great, and I'm going to get you some of your own so you can put them on and
show me....'

   'That sounds fun.  We haven't got so long today as my gymnastics is at
three: usually it's five, but we're rehearsing our routines for the
Championship next month.'

   'That sounds fun too: I'd like to see that!'

   'You could come along this afternoon and watch.  Lots of Mums and Dads
do so it wouldn't look odd.  It's just a ten minute bus-ride.'

   'I'll do that then.'

   'Oh, would you?  Hey, you're hard again.  Have me kneeling this time? 
There's just time for that and a shower......'

   .....................................................

   Bob Hammond had expected some dingy Church Hall, but in fact it was in
the gymnasium of a purpose-built leisure centre.  There were already a
score of young boys and girls milling about, and presumabaly parents
sitting on stands watching.  Giles went off to change, and soon re-emerged
in the same black shorts and red singlet that seemed to be the club's
uniform.

   A beefy looking guy called them all to silence and read out the order of
appearance.  The boys would go first....do their beam and then their floor
and then have five minutes with a coach who would give them feedback: next
Saturday any weaknesses or errors would be practised out at greater length.
Then the little girls would run through their routines.

   Giles was the third boy on the list (of ten).  Bob Hammond found it
difficult to appear nonchalently unconcerned with all these fit young
bodies to ogle, and to his amusement found the girls almost as attractive
as the boys.  Almost, but not Quite.

   Giles was not quite as good as the two boys before him on the beam, Bob
thought, as he wobbled a bit sometimes and his head-stand was not quite as
straight upright.  But it was a delight to see his floor-work, which was
brilliant.  His long, tanned legs looked so good raised above his bent
body, and again in a perfect headstand.  That splits with chest flat to the
ground gave Bob ideas, and he felt his cock stiffening: good job he had
tight pants and loose trousers!  The finale was spectacular, as the boy did
four running cartwheels diagonal across the mat, and finished with a
summersault hands not touching the floor, and then dead-still with arms
outstretched.

   He was obviously pleased with it as he smiled walking over to sit beside
his coach.

   The five minutes or so feedback done, he came and sat beside his new
lover on the wooden benches.  They watched the rest of the boys, and then
Giles went off to change: they both decided they did not want to watch the
girls!

   .......................................................

   He had dressed the boy downstairs in his lounge so Giles could see
himself in the long mirror.  Despite the net curtains the early summer sun
streamed in through the windows and lit the whole scene.  It had been
exciting fastening the suspender belt behind the boy's waist, smoothing the
glossy tan stockings over his long legs, fastening the difficult rear
suspender straps.  It seemed almost a pity to draw the matching white satin
panties up over his bum and covering his hard little cock, but now all that
remaimed was to fasten the tiny buckles on his high-heeled silver sandals.

   The boy, a gymnast after all, had no difficulty walking in heels: he
paced across the room, swivelling and turning to look at himself in the
mirror as if he had spent a life wearing these sexy shoes.  He kept
smoothing the satin as it stretched across his bottom, stroking the glossy
nylon on his thighs, posing to admire his trim ankles, so feminine now in
their strappy shoes.

   'I feel so sexy like this.  better than my sis's used things.....'

   'You look deadly sexy too!  Come here!'

   Hammond lay back in the sofa, luxuriating in the now-skilled mouth of
the boy stimulating his cock.  He really was sexy, tight white panties and
satin suspender belt dazzling white against the tanned, olive skin of his
back and hips as he knelt.  The boy looked up and caught his lover's eye,
responding to the smile with a look of complete adoration, and a cheeky
little insertion of his finger into the man's anus.  His Uncle Bob groaned,
and looked across to the mirror, where the boy's long legs and trim ankles
had lost all masculinity in their strappy shoes and smooth stockings.  He
felt in danger of coming.  No!  He wanted the boy's arse.  In those
panties, his sweet girlie-boy bottom!

   'Stop, Giles, or you'll make me cum.  I want to fuck you!'

   The boy giggled, but then swallowed the cock again, and sucked even
harder, fluttering his tongue around the sensitive half inch just beneath
the knob.  He moved his impudent finger in and out, massaging what they
both now called "the p spot".  Hammond tried to pull away but it was too
late, and the boy got the creamy load he so wanted.  He sucked and
swallowed as the guy's thighs heaved, until finally all was still, and he
licked his lips.

   'I love it when you cum like that, so passionate and so hot and silky in
my mouth, and you'll soon be hard again I know.  You can have me properly
then: it'll take longer and be nicer for us both.  Can I look at your
photos again, please.'
'Of course.  you know where they are.  Bring them down and we'll look at

them together.'

   The sexy little bum wiggled seductively as he walked in his high heels.

   Soon back, his Uncle Bob was surprised the boy had a green album, his
professional portfolio photographs, not one of the red leather ones with
his sex-meets.  The boy was still making a tent in the opaque white satin
as he sat beside his lover.

   Thighs touching, Mr Hammond with his arm around the boy's naked
shoulder, the album hiding the boy's cock....still erect under its new
satin pleasure.....they slowly turned the pages.  The boy stopped at a page
with a black and white studio photograph of his lover on tip-toes, arms at
full stretch, his smooth, muscular body semingly lightly oiled, his cock
and balls accentuated rather than hidden by the tight, white loincloth
which was all he wore.  It was undeniably sexy.  Very!

   Bob Hammond was amused to see the boy staring at it, and without
thinking licking his lips.  No doubt at all: this lovely lad was gay!

   'That was me in a modern ballet...we were dancing to jazz music.  about
ten years ago.'

   'You haven't changed.'

   'That's nice, Giles.'

   'I think I'd like to be a dancer.....'

   'You would be really good!  I've seen your gymnastics!  with that sense
of balance and the agility you're half-way there.  You could be, you
know.....'

   'How?'

   'I've got a friend who has a small dance school in an old bingo-hall on
the High Road.  There a pic of him in here somewhere.'

   He leafed through a few pages.

   'That's him with me in another modern dance routine.'

   'He looks very fit, and quite young.'

   The guy was shorter than Bob Hammond and much less beefy.  You could see
he was fit and strong, but a more slender, wiry build.

   'That was only last year.'

   'He looks dead sexy!'

   Again that unconscious licking of lips.  Bob smiled to himself.

   'He is sexy.  Believe me I know.'

   'You've had sex with him then?'

   'Still do sometimes!'

   'He looks nice!'

   'Shall I give him a ring and see if we can go over there, have a look
round, and see if you would like some lessons.'

   The call took only a couple of minutes, and all Giles got from it was
the initial 'Hi, Jools sweetie.  Bob Hammond' and the later 'Yes, he
certainly is...'

   'That's all fixed up then.  We can go over at 2-30 before his afternoon
class.'

   'What was that "He certainly is?"

   'He asked whether you were fit enough, and good looking enough to be a
male dancer.'

   'And you said yes.  That's nice'.

   In fact Jools had said "I expect he's a randy little sod who likes it up
his arse, knowing you you old bugger!".

   We have got enough time for our Saturday fuck, and then a shower.'

   The boy wanted to see his lover's face as he was fucked, so they decided
to do it on the carpet.  That little satin tent looked so appetising that
Uncle Bob just had to nuzzle the smooth satin with his nose, cheeks and
lips, sometimes nibbling at the hidden shaft.'

   'Oh, come on, Uncle Bob.  Do me!'

   The pretty panties had to come off: he had put a lube dispensedr under
the sofa cushion ready, and bending the boy back, his legs still togethet,
he squirted some into the crack and onto the exposed anus.  The boy was so
supple, he thought, and as he bent the boy's legs back he remembered those
splits chest pressed to the mat in the gymnastics last week.  This
beautiful boy was a fantastic lay as well.

   He wiped his knob in the oily crease, placed it and pushed.  The boy was
delightfully tight, but his pleasure was obvious as he groaned and
momentarily closed his eyes.  Then there was that smile, and laughing
innocent-sultry eyes.

   'Oh yes!'

   The boy's hand was on his cock now, the fist moving up and down it in
the same rhythm as Uncle Bob's cock slid in and out.  A drop of pre-cum
appeared in its eye.

   The white satin suspender belt looked so pretty against the olive skin
of the boy's belly that Hammond knew he would not be able to last long
before cumming.  He slipped a hand under a suspender belt strap, feeling
the boy's thigh and then pinched the other strap between thumb and
forefinger.  He stretched it outward, and released it, twanging it with a
satisfying slap against bare flesh.  The boy groaned and his little fist
flew faster and faster: as did the cock reaming out his male-pussy. 
Another tweak, another groan.

   'Oooh!  I'm cumming!'

   The streamer of boy cum splatted up his hairless chest, and soaked the
suspender belt as well.

   Bob Hammond came as well.  a big one!  He liked this boy's new persona
as a girlie-boy!

   ......................................................

   Sitting close together on the top deck of the bus the boy had got hard
yet again: oh to be twelve, Hammond thought.  The bus was crowded so he had
to keep his hands away from those slender, smooth legs and the tempting
bulge.  Later perhaps!

   The dance school was in a former bingo hall a few yards off the High
Road.  It looked as if it might have been a chapel of some sort in an
earlier incarnation, but was reasonably clean and smart inside: at any rate
it had been painted.

   Jools greeted Bob with a kiss....  on the lips Giles noted.  He shook
Giles' hand and held onto it while he greeted him, longer than usual. 
Giles was not surprised, he already knew Jules was gay and guessed he
fancied him.  After all most guys did, and it amused him to see "that look"
as he had come to call it to himself, in the eyes of many men, most of them
married and publicly straight!  The ones middle-aged upwards were worst! 
But Giles liked them middle-aged, strong, and openly gay!

   'Bob tells me you're a gymnast.  well at that end of the hall we've got
a mat we use for the more acrobatic dance practise....fancy showing me what
you can do?

   'I haven't got my uniform Mr Jools.'

   'Just take your outer clothes off: you can keep your underpants on if
you like.'

   Moment of panic as the boy looked at hus Uncle Bob.

   'It's all right, Giles.  Jools won't mind your pretty panties I'm sure.'


   Too right!  Jools thought as the boy was a wet dream with his sultry
eyes, wavy dark hair, hairless tanned body, almost asian colouring....  and
those dazzling white satin so-feminine, so sexually provocative knickers
stretched tight over his cute little bum and into his little-boy crotch. 
Too right!

   The boy's floor routine was the same as Hammond had seen at the gym, but
now done with even more panache.  the final crescendo of handstand,
cartwheels and the last airborne summersault were breathtaking, and he
landed, arms outstretched right in front of the pair of lusting spectators.
Jools could have taken him in his arms there and then.

   'That was brilliant, Giles!  I usually say a boy should start
dance-training at seven, but in your case your gymnastics put you half way
there, with that balance and agility.  Lovely and graceful as well as full
of verve and excitement.  You'll do!'

   The boy glowed.  He liked this man!  Not as beefy as his lover but
strong and muscular in a wiry sort of way....  and he was certainly
handsome with his cropped blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

   'I'm glad you approve, Jools.'

   'Jeez you're sexy too, Bob.' He kissed him again on his lips, and Giles
could see him groping the man's cock.

   'I've never seen guys do it.  Not for real anyway,' Giles found himself
saying.

   Jools laughed.  'Shall we show him, darling?'

   Uncle Bob was unzipping his trousers even as he answered, and Jools was
out of his track-suit in seconds.....he was naked beneath, and Giles was
interested to see the thick golden hair all over the front of his body, and
on his arse too as he knelt on the thick rubber mat.

   Hammond did not bother to to take his trousers off, but simply pulled
them and underpants down, knelt behind Jools, spat on his hand, transferred
saliva to the waiting arse, spat again and moistened his knob, and then was
up him.

   'No lube, even,' was Giles' silent thought.

   'Squat down here in front of me so I can suck you while he fucks me.'

   Giles did as he asked, pulling his tight knickers down under his balls,
freeing his hard little cock, and pushing his balls forward as if with a
cock-strap.  He shuffled closer till his cock rested on Jools' face and
then it was in his mouth.

   Jools sucked, Bob fucked, and Giles watched and felt his cock's
excitement rise.  This was the real thing.  Sucked while the guy was being
shafted, that was something!  He came, filling Jools' mouth with cum, but
did not pull his cock away.  The warmth and weness was good.

   ................................................................

   A week later, laying on Bob Hammond's bed, apres sex, Giles a picture in
his white satin suspender belt and tan stockings, his lover smiling with
the (temporary) contentment of a satisfying suck.

   'My Mum agreed.  Two hours class after school on Tuesdays: there's only
eight of us boys in the class so it will be intensive.  Mum's paid for two
months in advance and Dad was OK with it because he said the dance would
help my gymnastics, and the gymnastics helf my dance.'

   'Wise man!'

   'First lesson is next Tuesday, and I'll tell you about it Saturday.  But
the best is a free one-hour one-to-one lesson each Thursday at seven.  I
had the first one last Thursday.'

   'Did Jules suck you off?'

   'A bit.  Then he fucked me.  Are you jealous?'

   'I'm gay!  We leave that to the straights!  No, I like to see a guy
enjoy himself.  You can't get too much sex, my boy!  it's all good!'

   'He got me some scarlet knickers, and I wore them for my lesson, and
then he sucked me off while I was wearing them......  He pulled my cock out
the side of the leg and got at it that way.  I thought it best to leave
them there for next Thursday.  It's easy to hide these white ones, but the
bright red would be a bit obvious at home.  Still, I really enjoy dressing
up.'

   'We'll get you a nice blonde wig, and a basque too for next Saturday.  A
skirt too.  Then you'll be a real lady-boy.  Kiss me....'

   ...............................................

   The cab-driver waited till Sir Royston opened the door and his pretty
blonde Squeeze tripped into his flat on her high, high, high heels.  She
kissed his cheek chastely: make them wait a bit!

   The taxi driver engaged first gear and pulled away, promising himself
he'd have some of that when he won the Lottery!

   ............................................................