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 Double Date



   John Wizard

   [This story had a weird genesis.  A couple of years ago, I wrote a story
called `Rosie's First Date' which was fairly well received.  Rosie was Mg
type story.  A fan who knew that I also wrote Mb and Mbg stories wanted to
know if I could write a Mb version.  I toyed with the idea and this is the
result.  As always, I look forward to your comments, good and bad. 
Johnwizard13@hotmail.com]

   [Oh and by the way, if you're not old enough to read this story, or it's
illegal in your jurisdiction, etc.  etc.  go away and read the bible or
something.]

   Chapter 1 Gotta Start Someplace



   BJ walked in the front door with a huge grin on his face.  Behind him
the June sunshine highlighted him like a spotlight.  BJ was tall for his
age, thirteen, and blond.  His hair was cut in what we used to call a bowl
cut, but I have no idea what they call it these days.  He had exactly eight
freckles, his sister and I counted them one day when we were waiting for
their mom and bored.  His teeth looked straight and white but still had
metal braces covering them.



   And BJ had the bluest eyes.



   He was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a white t-shirt with a
picture of flying fire-breathing dragon.



   BJ let go of the door and it swung shut behind.  The sunshine still
coming through the glass I'd spent all morning washing.  "Where is
everybody?" he asked, looking around.



   "Well, I have good news and bad news." I told him, straight faced.



   "Uh huh." He said suspiciously.

   "The good news is that your mom finally agreed to sign you up for
classes." I run a gymnastics school in Thunder Cauldron, Minnesota.  BJ's
step-sister, nine year old Karen had been taking classes for a year and a
half and was in my advanced girls group.  BJ had come to a few classes over
the years and was very talented, but his step-mom didn't want to sign him
up.  He said gymnastics was Karen's thing.



   She'd finally relented when Karen's birthday wish this weekend was for
BJ to take classes too.  I was starting him in my intermediate boys class
today, skipping beginning and advanced beginning.  During the summer, most
of my classes were in the mornings and early afternoons, because the
building soaked up heat and was unbearable by late afternoon, even with the
air conditioning at full blast.  My intermediate boys class was the last
class of the day, meeting from two to three thirty on Mondays, Wednesdays,
and Fridays.



   "Kind of why I'm here." he said sarcastically.



   "And the bad news is, the rest of the class is gone."



   "What do you mean gone?  Kidnaped by aliens?"



   "Not quite, lets see.  Brian and Ricky made the all-star team and will
be doing baseball until August.  John and Tyler are trying out soccer. 
Kyle got a new dirt bike for his birthday and Zach got a girlfriend."



   "Zach got a girlfriend?" BJ said incrediously, "Who?"



   "He didn't say, but I think it's Sandra Benning."



   "Cool.  She's hot." Small town, everybody knows everybody else.  "What
about my class?



   "Well, you have four choices.  One, you can move down to the advanced
beginning group.  Two, you can move up to the advanced class, but that
would be real hard because you don't have enough of the basics.  Three, you
can stay her and do class by yourself until I move some other kids up or
the others come back."

   "And four?" he prompted.



   "You can wait until August to start, when all the other guys come back."



   "No way." he said quickly.  "She might change her mind by then.



   "True." I agreed.



   "Can I really have a class all to myself?"



   "The class is scheduled and you're here.  If that's what you want, we'll
do it.  But it may not be as much fun without the other guys."



   "I could get good twice as fast." he mused.



   "How good you get depends on how hard you work and just how talented you
are." I explained.



   "But I could catch up to Karen?" I kind of cocked my head and he added,
"It's kind of embarrassing that my little sister is a class ahead of me."



   "It shouldn't be embarrassing.  She started a long time ago.  And she
started in the beginning class and worked her way up.  You're starting two
classes higher.  But just to make you feel worse, she's moving onto the
team next week."



   BJ pouted.



   I grinned at him.  "Just remember, she may be nine, excuse me, ten.  I
keep forgetting her birthday.  But she's been taking gymnastics two or
three days a week for a year and a half.  You're thirteen and you've had
what six, seven classes total?"



   He nodded.



   "Don't compare yourself to her now, compare yourself eighteen months
from now.  It took Karen a year and a half to work herself up to the team.
You're an intermediate now, how long will it take you to make the team?"



   "Well, if I work hard, I could move up to the advanced group by
September?" he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and I nodded that
it was a realistic expectation.  "Karen was in the advanced girls for six
months, so even if I take nine months, I will have made it in a year."



   "Six months faster than Karen." I agreed.



   "Cool."

   * * * * *



   So we got to work.  BJ shucked his cut-offs revealing a pair of tight
black spandex bike shorts.  He was wearing underwear under them, which I
hate, but I didn't say anything.  I think it looks tacky.  BJ worked hard
and soon his arms and forehead were covered with a sheen of sweat.  I
reached out, grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head
in one quick move, then I used it to wipe down his head and upper body, and
tossed it aside.



   Then I lifted him back onto the rings.  We were practicing supports.  A
basic support where he held the rings next to his hips, his legs down and
together.  An L support where he held the rings next to his hips, but had
to lift his legs up under they were straight out in front of him, together
and straight.  And a straddled support, almost the same as the L, but with
the legs apart and held out at about forty five degree angles from his
body. And during all of those, I expected legs straight, knees locked and
toes pointed.



   I enjoyed working on the rings and high bar the most, because after I
lifted him up by his hips, I steady him with my hand on his thigh and his
tight little butt.  I loved his butt.



   I admit it.  I like boys.  I also love girls.  And I like `em young. 
Usually thirteen to fifteen for boys and fourteen to seventeen for girls.
Over the years I'd had relationships with several of my gymnasts.  Tyler,
fourteen, who was off discovering soccer was a great roll in the hay.  And
his sixteen year old sister Hallie who was in my cheerleading class was
even better.  And because I'm just a little kinky, their divorced mother
Joan wasn't half bad herself.  And to the best of my knowledge, none knew
about the others.



   I didn't get into gymnastics for all the tight little bodies.  But it
sure helped keep me here.



   But right now, I wasn't looking for a lover, I was just enjoying the
feel of BJ's thigh and ass.



   I worked BJ till he was ready to drop, and then gave him some
conditioning exercises to do, and dame if he didn't do every sit-up,
pushup, and whatever.  No cheating even when he thought I wasn't looking.
He just might pass up his step-sister.

   * * * * *



   During the next few weeks, BJ became a fixture at the gym.  Some
mornings he'd get there before I did.  He'd watch all the classes and ask
questions later.  He'd almost always come to watch his sister's class, from
a combination of loving the gymnastics and cute girls in leotards, I'd
always figured.  Karen was the youngest girl in the class, the rest ranged
from eleven to fourteen, and from cute to hot.



   But now, BJ spent almost all day, every day at the gym.  And he studied
the moves, not just the girls.  My classes were about seventy five per cent
female, but boys and girls gymnastics have a lot in common.  Both boys and
girls tumble on the floor and do the vault horse.  Then the girls have
balance beam which is more tumbling, just on a strip four inches wide and
four feet in the air, and the uneven bars.  Boys don't do the beam.  They
have the pommel horse which is not like anything the girls do, and the
rings, the high bar, and the parallel bars which use a lot of the same
skills the girls do.



   So BJ watched and listened..  When he watched the boy's advanced for the
first time, he commented later that he was glad he hadn't moved up, because
he would have made a fool of himself.  I told him that it wouldn't be that
long before he could work at that level without a problem.



   After a couple of weeks, I put him to work.  I figured he was taking up
space, I might as well.  I'd have him help out some of my other coaches
with the pre-school and the beginning classes.  Just helping with forward
rolls, and helping kids stay up in headstands and handstands, that sort of
thing.  The younger kids loved him.  He was a natural coach.  I thought
about paying him.  He couldn't officially work for another ten months,
until he turned fourteen.  But I had no problem with under the table.

   * * * * *



   It was July already.  I couldn't believe how fast the summer was flying
by.  The morning had been great, one of those rare days when everything
goes right.  BJ had been there all morning, not only helping the beginning
classes, but I'd put him in charge of one, when one of my coaches called in
sick.  Around one, I'd slipped him twenty bucks and told him to go buy
lunch.  Now he was back.



   "I hope you didn't eat too much." I warned him, "I plan to work your ass
off today."



   BJ grinned and shucked his cut-offs.  Today he was wearing cobalt blue
bike shorts that fit like a second skin.  He'd stopped wearing underwear
after the first week, thankfully, and the shorts showed off every line of
his fine young body.  He'd been wearing a blue Santana t-shirt and he
stripped that off too.



   "Where to first?" he asked with a grin.



   "Where do you think?" I said and slapped him lightly on the side of the
head.  He grinned again and headed out to the floor to stretch.



   I really enjoyed our one-on-one workouts.  In fact, I had a couple of
advanced beginners who were ready to move up, but I'd held them back,
because I didn't want to change this class.  For one thing, BJ was the
hardest worker I'd ever had.  For another, during the workouts we talked
about everything from books to movie, from school to girls.  And I really
enjoyed it.  And lastly, did I mention his tight little ass.



   He was used to my hands all over his body.  So now, as he did the left
leg splits, he didn't even react as I walked out and put my hand on his
ass, my middle finger laying right on his crack, and pressed his pelvis
down to the mat.  I slipped my other hand underneath him to measure and it
brushed his crotch.  He only had about two inches to go to be all the way
down.



   After he's stretched, we started on vault.  BJ was awesome.  We were
working on handsprings.  A gymnast runs down the runway, jumps on the
springboard, lands on the horse in a handstand, then flips off and lands on
his or her feet on the other side.  Sounds easier than it is.  Some
gymnasts take weeks, even moths to learn how to get over by themselves.  BJ
did it his first day.  Now we worked on a tighter body as he flew on and
off the horse, and getting more `pop' off the horse.  He was already
vaulting as good as some of my team boys and girls, a lot better than his
sister, though I didn't mention that, but I wanted more power.  It would
make a real difference when he started learning more difficult vaults.



   We vaulted for about fifteen minutes and BJ did at least a dozen vaults.
Most of my kids would do about five or six during a workout.  After the
last one, I picked up a towel and started wiping him down.  As I blotted
his thighs, I `accidently' brushed his crotch a couple of times.



   As I straightened up, I smiled maliciously, "Now that you're warmed up,
we can tumble."



   BJ groaned but walked over to the corner of the floor mat.  Vault and
tumbling take the most energy.  And to do them back to back was just mean.
Actually, it helped to build up his endurance and lung capacity.  Like
running four miles instead of two.  BJ had already learned back handsprings
and we were working on back flips.  He could do them, but his head was only
a couple of feet off the ground when he did.  I wanted him over my head.



   We worked for over twenty minutes.  I alternated his back flips with
dive rolls, front handsprings, and front flips.  When we finished, I wiped
him down again and gave him a break.  We sat down on a stack of folding
mats and he tried to get his breath back.



   When we vaulted and tumbled, BJ started away from me and ran towards me,
so we couldn't carry on much of a conversation, except for the short
comments I made about his performance.  But the rest of the class, We could
talk more.



   I decided to tease him.  "So when are you going to ask them out?"



   "Who?" he asked, startled.



   "Kyra and Anna." The Two girls were in his sister's gymnastics class. 
Kyra was twelve and Anna was eleven.



   BJ chocked and I pounded him on the back.  "Why would I ask them out."
he sputtered.



   "Because they both have major crushes on you."



   "They do?"



   "Big time."



   BJ grinned, "They do?" he asked again.



   "Would I lie to you?" I asked, rhetorically.



   "That's so cool."



   "So when are you going to ask them out?" I pressed.



   "Anna's just a kid." he complained.



   "She's a year and a half younger than you, old man.  Her birthdays in
October."



   "You think I should ask both of them?"



   "Up to you." I told him with a grin.  "What do you want to do?  Do you
like them?" he nodded.  "Well, if it was me, I'd ask both of them out. 
Different days of course." I got up and walked over to the rings.  BJ
followed.  I nodded to the chalk bucket and he plunged his hands into the
chalk, then clapped off the excess.  He stepped in front of me, I grabbed
him by the hips and lifted him to the rings.  When he'd gotten his grip, I
shifted my hands to his thigh and ass to steady him.  I held on to his ass
a little longer than usual, but I was staring at the beginnings of an
erection in the crotch of his shorts.  I figured this was a good talk to
continue.



   "So which one do you want to ask out first.  The beautiful Kyra with
nice full breasts, or the impishly cute Anna with just the beginnings of
breast swellings.  Of course they both have great asses."



   On the rings, BJ shifted uncomfortable as his cock continued to swell
against the tight spandex fabric of his crotch.  "I, uh..."



   "So how far do you think you can get on a first date?"



   "I, well..." suddenly BJ dropped.  I caught him by the armpits and
lowered him to the mat.  If I'd been a little quicker, I could have caught
him by that hard-on like a handle.  He was fully erect now.  I'd guess at
least four inches.  Not bad for thirteen years old.



   "You okay?" I asked as I slid one hand down to the small of his back.



   "Yeah, I just got distracted."



   "Be careful.  The rings aren't a good place to get distracted.  Besides,
we've got to keep you healthy so that you can go out with Kyra and Anna and
I can live vicariously through you."



   BJ gave me a funny look.  Then he stepped over and sat on a stack of
mats.  He looked at me, then he looked at his toes.  "Can I tell you
something?"



   "You can tell me anything.  You know that."



   "You won't tell anyone."



   "Scout's honor." I swore.  I'd never been a scout, but I meant it
anyway. I stepped over and sat down beside him.



   BJ hesitated, then "I've never gone on a date.  Mom won't let me.  She's
says I have to be sixteen before I can start dating."



   A little old fashioned, I thought.  And Karen was going to be a hottie
when she got older, just try keeping her at home until she's sixteen.  "No
big.  A lot f guys haven't gone on official dates at thirteen."



   "But I haven't done anything." he whined.



   That surprised me.  I'd lost my virginity by eleven and BJ was a lot
cuter than I ever was.  "Uh..." I wasn't quite sure what to say.



   "What should I do?"



   I didn't like to encourage kids to disobey their parents, step or
otherwise, but sixteen was a little ridiculous.  "Well, if it was me, I'd
ask Kyra to an afternoon movie.  That way you can date, and not upset your
step-mom." It was perfect, because she was used to him being here all day
and there was a movie theater in the same block.



   "Well, I could do that.  But what about money?  I can't exactly go, mom
I need some money because I'm not going on a date."



   I chuckled.  "Moneys not a problem.  You've been helping out here, I'll
just put you on the payroll.  I think I can come up with enough to cover a
couple of movies.  Maybe even some popcorn."



   "That would be so cool." he said and hugged me.  My arms went around him
and I patted his back.  When he broke the embrace and sat back, I kept my
right hand on his back and gently teased at his spine.  He sat quietly for
a couple of minutes, and I was almost ready to suggest that we go back to
work, "But what do I do?"



   "What do you mean?" I asked, sliding my hand to the small of his back
and continuing to rub with my fingertips.



   "How do I ask them out?"



   "Separately." I suggested.

   "I mean, how do I ask them?"



   "There's lots of ways to ask girls." I explained.  "And what works for
me, may not work for you.  You have to experiment and find your own style."
His face fell, he'd been expecting a simple answer.  "But you've got the
perfect situation to start out on."



   "I do?"



   "Yes.  You've got a pair of girls who already like you.  In fact they
both want you to ask them out.  I know, I've heard them talking about you.
So you could probably use the caveman approach and get a pair of dates."



   "The caveman approach?"



   "You know." I lowered my voice, "Ugh, movies, you, me, Wednesday."



   BJ laughed.  "Is that what you suggest?"



   "It worked for the cavemen." I chuckled.  "But girls back then also let
themselves get pulled around by their hair.  I really wouldn't suggest that
today."



   "So just ask them?"



   "That would be my plan.  Lets see, today's Monday.  Are you coming to
their class tomorrow?" he nodded.  "Wait till they're separated, not always
easy because they're best friends, then go up to Kyra and say something
like, `Kyra, would you like to catch a movie with me on Wednesday
afternoon?'.  Then catch Anna and ask her for Thursday afternoon."



   "Won't they get mad?



   "Ordinarily, yes.  But in this case, I think you can get away with it."
From some of the things I'd heard the two girls say, I think he could
probably get away with asking them to the same movie together.



   "Okay, I'll do it." he announced.



   "Good boy." I said, patting the top of his ass.  "Now that we've dealt
with the distractions, let's get back to work." We stood and I lifted him
back to the rings.  As I shifted my hand from his hips to his thigh, I
`accidentally' brushed his hard cock.  He blushed.  I reached up and
grabbed it between my thumb and forefinger and BJ turned bright pink as I
rubbed it a little.  "This isn't going to work." I announced.  "Down." I
commanded and he dropped to the mat as I let go of his cock.



   "Go do something about that." I said.  He blushed again, grinned and
trotted toward the locker room.  I thought about offering to help, but I
didn't want to spook him.

   * * * * *



   The next day the advanced girls class started at Eleven and BJ was
sitting there watching.  I decided to play matchmaker.  After the class had
stretched I divided them into three groups and just by coincidence, Anna
and Kyra wound in different groups.



   The first group, with Anna worked landing drills with my assistant coach
Kim.  They'd stand on the horse and jump off, landing further and further
away each time.  The object was to `stick' their landings.  Land on both
feet without a step or a wiggle.  Sound easy, try it when you're jumping
five or six feet away from about four feet high.  After doing it forward,
then they'd try to jump backwards and stick.



   The second group, with Kyra, was with me.  They were doing leg lifts. 
Hanging from the high bar and lifting their legs up slowly until they
touched the bar between their hands.  Legs had to be straight and together.
Takes a lot of stomach muscle to do it slowly and under control.



   The third group had BJ's sister Karen in it.  I had them working on
handstand press downs.  I called BJ over to help.  I had Karen go first. 
She kicked to a handstand and BJ stepped up behind her and grabbed her
hips. Then she spread her legs as wide apart as they would go and try to
lower her legs to the ground.  The key here is lower, not fall.  She was
supposed to be in control all the way until her toes touched the ground. 
BJ was supposed to help with balance, not the lowering.

   After Karen was Rosie, I beautiful strawberry blond just BJ's age.  She
kicked to a handstand and spread her legs.  "Can I give you one piece of
advice." I asked BJ, and he nodded, holding on to her hips.  I leaned
forward and whispered into his ear, "Don't look down."



   He looked confused and looked down, then saw what I was talking about.
He was staring right at Rosie's crotch, covered only by a two inch wide
strip of lycra.  He swallowed and I grinned.  I leaned forward and
whispered again, "At least don't be too obvious about it." I grinned and
walked over to my group of girls.



   From my station about twenty feet away, I could hear BJ giving the girls
advice.  Mostly about shifting their shoulders forward as their hips
lowered.  The same things he's heard from me in his own class.  And while
he wasn't staring openly at the girl's crotches, I could tell he was
getting enough of an eyeful to keep him happy and motivated.



   All the girls in his group seemed to like him.  They were even listening
to his advice and trying to make corrections.  All except one.



   "Karen." I bellowed and the ten year old ran over.  And stood next to
me. I kept watching Sandra on the bar.  After a minute, I asked, "Are we
having a problem?"



   "Well, BJ..." she started in an excited voice.



   "What did he tell you?" I interrupted without bothering to look at her.



   "To rotate my shoulders forward more as I dropped my hips." she said in
a small voice.



   "And what do I tell you?  When I help with press downs." I was still
watching Sandra.



   "To rotate my shoulders forward more as I drop my hips." she admitted.



   Sandra dropped to the ground and Kelly jumped up.



   "So BJ would be..." I prompted.



   "Right." She admitted, "But BJ..."



   I turned and looked her in the eye.  "There is no `but BJ' about it.  It
doesn't matter that BJ is your brother.  It doesn't matter that BJ is only
an intermediate and you are going on the team in one more week.  The only
thing that matters here, is that, right at this moment, BJ is your coach
and you are not giving him the respect he deserves, especially when he's
trying to help you."



   She nodded barely.



   "You have two choices, and at the moment, I really don't care which you
take." I looked back at the bar where Kelly was struggling to get her feet
the last eighteen inches to the high bar.  "You can go back to your group
and politely ask BJ to help you, or you can go over to the parents area,
sit down and wait for your mom to pick you up in about two hours."



   Next to me, I could hear Karen shift from foot to foot, bit I ignored
her.  "C'mon Kelly, you can do it." I yelled in encouragement.  Karen
walked about halfway back to her group, stopped and looked back at me.  I
could see her from the corner of my eye, but ignored her.



   She hesitated, then walked back to BJ.  "BJ would you help me again?"
she asked quietly.  I didn't hear his reply, but she kicked up to a
handstand and he caught her.  I smiled to myself and focused on my group.



   A few minutes later I rotated the groups.  BJ's group went to the vault,
the vault group came over to me, and my group, with Kyra went to BJ.  My
group made too much noise encouraging each other, that I couldn't hear, but
I knew the exact moment that BJ asked Kyra out.  She squealed and grinned
idiotically.  In fact she was still grinning five minutes later when I
rotated the groups.  I watched Anna watching her, her curiosity almost at
the bursting point, but made sure that she couldn't sneak over to the other
group to ask.



   I rotated the groups again, making everyone hurry to their next event so
that Anna still didn't have a chance to talk to Kyra.  A couple of minutes
later, Anna had the big grin and was nodding her head enthusiastically.

   A few minutes later I called a halt, telling the girls to get a drink
and line up at vault.  I motioned BJ over.  "How'd it go?" I asked quietly.



   He grinned.  "Kyra for the movie tomorrow and Anna on Thursday.  And I
don't even know what's playing."



   "Don't you care?" I asked, holding up my palm in front of him.



   He slapped it hard, "Not really." He leaned forward and gave me a quick
hug.



   "What was that for?" I asked.



   "The view was fantastic." We both grinned.



   Karen walked up and looked at us both strangely.  "What can I do for
you?" I asked, still grinning at the thought of BJ's first dates.



   "Can BJ vault with us?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and
looking up at me.



   "I thought you didn't like BJ."



   "I'm not sure I like him as a coach, but I'll try to give him a chance.
But I still like him as a brother.  And he says he's an awesome vaulter."



   "He does, does he?" I asked and BJ shrugged, modestly.  "Sure, BJ can
vault.  In fact, BJ, go to the front of the line." I smiled evilly as I
walked to the horse.



   "Ladies." I yelled to get their attention.  "Most of you know BJ, who
helped us out with press downs." A couple of girls clapped, Kyra and Anna
grinned.  "That was more than he deserved." Most laughed, BJ turned red.



   "What you may not know, is that BJ is the biggest male chauvinist pig in
the state." BJ turned to the girls behind him, grinned, shrugged, and tried
to look innocent.  "In fact, he doesn't even like girls.  Says you're all a
waste of space." Kyra and Anna giggled, looked at each other, then laughed
out loud.  "He told me that no girl can vault as good as a boy." He looked
at the girls and shook his head, silently mouthing denials.



   "Are boys better than girls?" I shouted.



   "No." they shouted back.



   "Now's your chance to prove it.  BJ's going to vault with us today.  So
this is your chance to show him what a girl can do."



   I set the board and nodded at BJ.  He ran up the vault runway and
blasted the best vault he's ever done.  Having an audience of beautiful
girls must help.  As he landed, I mentally scored him.  If we'd been at a
gymnastics meet, that was at least a nine, maybe a nine two.  And from a
kid who'd been in gymnastics a little over a month.



   "I don't know." I said to the girls as I turned back to them.  "Maybe
boys are better." There were grumbles.  "Anyone think they can do that
good?" My girls were silent.  "Anyone?"



   Then from the back of the line, "I can." and Clarissa stepped to the
front of the line.  I grinned and set the board for her.  Clarissa was
twelve and an awesome gymnast.  She could swing bars as good or better than
any girl on my level five team.  She was great at floor and almost never
fell off the beam.  The only thing keeping Clarissa off the team was that
she'd never made it over the horse by herself in her life.



   She stepped onto the vault runway, wiped her hands on her leotard and
nodded to me.  I nodded back and started running.  She hit the board and
exploded, then she hit the top of the horse and stalled, which is what
usually happened.  I got ready to push her over, and she kicked out with
her heels and went over on her own.  She landed on her feet in a perfect
stick.  She threw her arms in the air just as if she was in the Olympics.



   Then she turned and looked at me.  "How was that?" she challenged.

   I grinned at her.  "BJ did the best vault in his life.  You did the best
vault in yours.  I'd call it a tie." She grinned.  "And make it over four
times in a row and I'll move you to team.  That was one." Impossibly her
grin got bigger as she ran back to the line.



   I don't know if BJ being there encouraged them, or challenged them, or
there was just something in the air.  But everybody vaulted great.  Over
half of them did the best vaults I'd ever seen from them.  Clarissa went
over five more times.  Karen even did a good looking vault after BJ
whispered some advice to her, normally her vaults were sloppy and all over
the place.  BJ was a hell of a good influence.

   Chapter 2 First Date

   "What the hell am I going to do?" BJ gasped as he came in the front door
the next day.



   "About what?" I asked innocently.



   "About Kyra.  She's going to be here right after class and I haven't got
a clue how to act.  What do I do first?" he pleaded.



   Taking no pity on him, "Stretch." I said.  BJ gave me a dirty look and
started pulling off his jeans and shirt.



   I locked the door behind him and followed him onto the floor.



   "Slow down, do it right, and breathe." I told him after a minute.



   BJ stopped what he was doing, sat up, and took a deep breath.  Then
another one.  Then he started stretching again, this time the right way.



   "Better." I commented.  A few minutes later he started doing the splits,
and I stepped behind him, cupped his ass and pressed down.  I kept my hand
on his ass even after I let off the pressure.  He switched to the other
side and I felt him up again as I pressed his pelvis to the mat.  When he
did the middle splits, I set my hand so that my palm was on his crack and
my middle finger was pressing at the base of his balls.  After about thirty
seconds, I eased off and reluctantly took my hand away.



   BJ rolled out of the splits and looked up at me.  "I'm a wreck.  Kyra
will be here in less than two hours and I don't know what to do.  Why the
hell did I let you talk me into this." he moaned.



   I almost laughed.  "Come here." I ordered and led him towards the pommel
horse.  In the corner was a table that I used to examine the kids if one
got hurt.  I motioned BJ up on it and onto his stomach.  The gym was shaped
like an L, and the pommel horse and table were in the leg of the L,
completely out of sight of the big picture windows in front.



   "You are way too tense." I told him as I griped his shoulders and
sharped digging my fingers in.  His muscles were like knots.  I don't think
I've ever encountered a kid this tight.  I must have worked on his
shoulders for ten minutes.  I learned massage from my aunt Grace and
actually put myself through collage doing it.  You got to love a job where
sixty five bucks an hour is considered reasonable.



   "Now breath deeply, and without getting worked up, tell me about your
problem." I said as I started working down his back.



   BJ took me literally and took several deep breaths before speaking. 
"Kyra is going to be here in less than two hours and we're going to the
movies.  And..."



   "And that's a good thing, right?"



   "Right.  But I've never taken a girl to the movies or anywhere else, and
I don't know what to do.  Do I kiss her?  Do I feel her up?  How far do I
go?"



   His upper back wasn't too bad so I moved down to his lower back.  "The
last ones easy.  You go as far as she lets you, and no farther."



   BJ pushed himself up on his elbow and looked up at me, "What do you
mean?"



   I pushed him back down and continued to work the knots out of his back.
"I mean exactly that.  You only go as far as she wants to go.  So you can
try to kiss her, and if she lets you great.  If not, stop.  At least for
awhile."



   "I don't get it." he complained.



   "Just, don't give up but stop.  Lets say you're trying to feel up her
tit and she moves your hand away."



   "Yeah?"



   "Well she's giving you a signal.  The signal may be no, no way, never.
Or the signal may be maybe later.  So you stop, go back to where you were
before and start again.  Maybe this time she doesn't move your hand away
quite as fast."



   "So all I have to do is learn to read girl's signals?"



   "Yes and no." he started to reply but didn't.  "Problem is, different
girls use different signals.  I've been doing this for longer than you've
been alive and I still don't have it all figured out."



   "Then why..."



   "Because getting there is half the fun." I moved my hands down to his
ass, which was also tied in knots.  He tensed at first, then relaxed.  "My
suggestion is that you start with your arm around her, work the side of her
breast, then if she doesn't object, you can try to kiss her and get some
nipple."



   BJ lay there as I worked his ass and then down to his thighs.  After
another ten minutes, I slapped him on the ass.  "Up you go."



   BJ sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the table.  He rolled his
shoulders and stretched.  "That was great." he moaned.



   "Thank you.  Feel relaxed?'

   "Yeah." he said with another stretch.



   "Try staying that way." I suggested.  "This is supposed to be fun."



   "But I don't know how to do any of that stuff." he whined.



   "Bloody hell, I don't know why I put up with you." I exploded.  "Get
your shirt."



   "My shirt, you're kicking me out?"



   "No, I'm not kicking you out.  Get your shirt and come back here." While
he was gone I arranged a pair of folding mats so that they'd be the same
height as movie theater chairs.  When he came back holding his shirt I was
sitting on the left side of the mat.  "Put your shirt on and sit down." I
ordered.  He did looking confused.  He sat on the right of the mat about
two feet from me.



   I reached over and pulled him closer until our hips touched. 
"Congratulations, you've just moved up the evolutionary ladder." I said
with a smile.



   "What do you mean?"



   "I mean, now you're a girl.  Kyra to be exact.  And I'm you." BJ's eyes
got big but he nodded.  "That..." I said, waving my arm at the wall in
front of us, "is a movie screen.  "By the way, did you ever figure out what
was playing?" he shook his head.  "Too bad."



   "These are seats about halfway to the screen.  You don't want to sit too
close because the movie can be a little much up close and you need to
concentrate, not to mention the whole theater can see you.  You don't want
to sit in the very back row and be too obvious." he nodded.



   "Now the good news is, this time of day the theater should be almost
empty." he nodded again.  "You'll get to the theater, stop at the
concession stand and buy her a drink and a popcorn or candy.  Don't get
anything yourself."

   "Why not?"



   "If things go well, you can share hers, and we want your hands free."



   "Oh."



   "Go into the theater and select your seats.  Ask her if they're okay. 
If she says no, then let her select, even if they're in the front or the
back.  As you sit down, put the armrest between you in the upright
position."



   "Okay."



   "Make small talk before the movie.  I know this is hard when you're
nervous, but try to relax and just talk.  You're a year ahead of her in
middle school, so you might talk about the teachers and classes she'll have
next year, school gossip, that sort of thing.  Make sure you don't mention
Bobby Havermill."



   "Why?"



   "She liked him for awhile, but he dumped her a month ago."



   "Oh."



   "As the previews start, lean over towards her." I leaned into him so
that our shoulders touched.  "Then put your arm around her.  Don't be corny
and pretend to stretch, just do it.  She'll let you know if you're moving
too fast, but I'm betting she won't." I put my arm around him, my hand
resting on his shoulder.



   "After the previews are over, mover your hand down." I moved my hand
down until it was just below BJ's armpit.  My fingers on the side of his
rib cage.  "Now I'm not talking about the second the previews are over, but
shortly after.  You might try praying that they don't have an action flick.
It's harder to be romantic during car chases." BJ nodded again.

   "Remember, if she shoots you down, back up a step and try again later.
Like if she didn't like you moving your hand, you go back to her shoulder
and wait awhile." I put my hand back on top of his shoulder and gently
massaged it.  "Wait five or ten minutes and then try again." I moved my
hand back down to his rib cage.



   "Now you can move forward a little." I moved my hand forward so that I
was rubbing his chest next to his nipple.  "With Kyra, you'd now be rubbing
the side of her breast.  If she doesn't shoot you down, you can try this."
I leaned more to the side so that my cheek rubbed against his, as he turned
his head toward me, I kissed him.



   BJ jerked away.  "If she reacts like that, jerking away, go back to what
you were doing and wait.  If she doesn't..." I nodded for BJ to put his
head close to mine again.  He did with a little reluctance.  "Kiss her
again, a little longer this time." I kissed him again, this time letting
our lips meld together for about five seconds.



   "Keep kissing her.  A little longer each time."



   "What about tongues?"



   "That's the next lesson.  Don't worry about your tongue.  If hers wants
to come exploring let it and just do whatever comes naturally.  After the
third or forth kiss, you can move your hand fully onto her breast." I
kissed him again, for a lot longer this time, and as I did I moved my hand
so that I cupped his nipple.



   I pushed my tongue forward, past his lips and explored the warm cavern
of his mouth.  Our tongues met and wrestled, then I broke away.  "But I
thought you said not to..." he stammered.



   "I did.  I don't want you to try that yet, but I thought you should be
prepared if Kyra does."



   "Oh."



   "Now I'm betting that Kyra will be wearing a t-shirt like you are, and
the odds are fifty-fifty that she'll be wearing a bra." If she is, just rub
her breast like this." I was gently massaging his chest.  "If you get lucky
and she isn't wearing a bra, then you get to play with her nipple." By
grinned and I saw his hard cock jerk in his shorts.  "Don't maul it.  While
there are some girls who like their tits treated rough, most don't.  Play
with it, Tickle it.  The dark area around the nipple is called the areola.
On most girls it's fairly sensitive, tickle it with your fingertips.  Play
with her nipple, rub it between your thumb and forefinger but don't try to
pull it off."



   BJ grinned.  "Then what?"



   "I think that's far enough for your first date." He looked disappointed,
so I kissed him again and continued to rub his flat little nipple.



   "Okay, lessons over.  Go do something about this." I said, reaching down
and wrapping my hand around his tentpole.  "And we'll try to get a little
work done."



   BJ grinned and jumped up.  I let go of his cock, and he ran toward the
locker room.  I watched him go, admiring his ass moving beneath the spandex
shorts.  I'd thought about giving him a blowjob, so he'd be prepared in
case Kyra wanted to, but decided that might be pushing it a little too far.



   We managed to get almost half an hours work in before Kyra showed up and
knocked on the front door.

   * * * * *

   I was sitting at the counter ready to pull my hair out when there was a
knock at the door.  I'd been doing the books and for some reason the damn
checking account wouldn't balance.  I glanced at the clock, six thirty, I
could use a break anyway.  I went to the door, I had the shade pulled, so I
had to peek around it to see who was there.  It was BJ.



   "My man." I said as I opened the door and let him in.  "How's it going"



   He grinned, "It's go..."



   "Wait, don't tell me, let me guess." he cocked his head and waited.  "Do
you know what movie you just saw"

   "Of course I do." he said.  "It was...  house something."



   "What'd you think of the vampire?"



   "Pretty cool."



   "BJ, I hate to break it to you, but you just watched `House of Lies and
Deceit'.  It's a chick flick.  Not a single vampire, car chase, or even
gratuitous sex."



   "Oh."



   "So I'm guessing that you had a great time." he nodded.  I motioned him
into the gym and locked the door behind him.  "C'mon, lets go to my office
and you can tell me about it."



   I led him to my office, which was the coolest part of the building in
the evening, because the main output for the air conditioning system is
right next to it.  We went in and I motioned him to sit on the sofa.  I had
a small apartment style refrigerator and I pulled a couple of cokes, gave
him one and sat down next to him.



   "It was great.  First, we..."



   "Before you say anything, I want to give you some advice."



   "Okay."



   "If I were you, I wouldn't be bragging about this to all your friends or
spreading the story around the locker room."



   "Why"



   "It's disrespectful to Kyra, for one thing.  Second, if you tell one
person, he tells somebody else, who tells three other people and pretty
soon the whole school knows your business."



   "I..."



   "Also, it eventually gets to Kyra and the other girls and they know they
can't trust you.  If you don't say anything, the girls eventually figure
out they can really trust you."



   "Oh."



   "That said, if you're really bursting to tell someone, you can tell me,
because I won't spread it around."



   "So the rules don't apply to you?"



   "Of course they don't" I agreed.



   BJ thought about it, then, "I have to tell someone.  I was great." I
nodded and took a sip of my coke.  "It happened just like you said." I
nodded again.  Sagely I hoped.  "We got to the theater and I bought her a
drink and a large popcorn."



   "You big spender you."



   "We went into the theater and we were the only people there.  I took her
to the middle row and led her to the middle of the row, then I asked her if
that was okay.  She said yes and we sat down.  As soon as we were sitting,
I lifted the armrest between us out of the way."



   "Sounds good, so far."



   "Then we talked for awhile.  Thanks for suggesting that I tell her about
the teachers she's going to have this year.  Otherwise, I'm not sure I
could have thought of a thing to say." I nodded.  "Then she mentioned
Bobby." I arched an eyebrow.  A move I learned from Mr.  Spock.  "And I
told her that I thought he was a jerk.  She asked why, and I told her he
didn't know how to respect for girls.  I think I got big bonus points for
that."



   "By the time the previews started about six more people had come in, but
nobody was sitting too close to us.  I did just what you showed me, I
leaned over close and put my arm around her." BJ giggled and put his arm
around me.  "I almost got chicken and used the pretending to stretch
routine, ut I remembered what you said.



   "We sat there watching the previews and I rubbed her shoulder just like
you taught me." He rubbed my shoulder and traced patterns with his
fingertips.  "When the movie started, I waited until the credits were over
and...  Do you know who Tamarone Sharp is?"



   "Why"



   "She was in the credits.  Name looked familiar."



   "She was in that show a couple of years ago, `Jump Start'.



   "Oh.  Anyway, after the credits, I moved my hand down like you showed
me." He moved his hand down under my arm and started rubbing the side of my
ribs.  "Then I leaned in and kissed her."



   He started to lean in to me, then got embarrassed.  I laughed and pushed
his head away.  "I get the picture." I said as if it were something I
didn't want to do.



   "Then I started rubbing the side of her breast.  She wasn't wearing a
bra and I thought I was going to cum in my pants." I noticed that his jeans
had a nice bulge in them right now.  "She didn't stop me, so I kept kissing
her and started playing with her tit." I watched as the bulge in his jeans
jerked with the memory.



   "Sounds like you had a good ole time." I said in my best country boy
voice.



   "Her tongue was all over my mouth." We grinned at each other.  "It was
so much better than yours." As he said it, he turned red.  I wondered if he
was embarrassed from acknowledging that my tongue had been in his mouth, or
from sounding like he liked it.



   "I hope it was better." I said, and he deepened a shade of red.  "Is
that as far as it went"



   He nodded, then added, "After the movie, when we were getting up, her
hand brushed my crotch.  I think it was an accident."



   "I wouldn't be too sure." I told him.  Then I reached over and patted
the bulge in his jeans.  "You might want to do something about that."



   "You want me to go to the locker room now?" he asked, standing up.



   "No, you can stay here."



   "I couldn't." he said even as his hands reached down and unfastened his
jeans.  He pulled the zipper down and pushed them past his hips almost in
one move.  Then he pushed down his bike shorts and fell back on the sofa
next to me.  His hard cock had leaded to it's freedom and he grabbed it and
squeezed.  "That feels so good." he moaned.  He sucked in a ragged breath
and his cock twitched and started shooting semen at least six inches into
the air.



   I watched with a grin



   His eyes closed, and breathing heavily, BJ milked his snake another
seven or eight times before releasing his now flaccid member.  He opened
his eyes and sighed.  Then he looked at me and turned beet red.  "I don't
believe I did that." he mumbled.



   "You needed it." I said.



   "I never...  in front of another guy...  never..." he stammered.



   "BJ, take a deep breath and hold it." he did.  "Now let it out slowly."
he did.  "Now repeat after me, it's okay."

   "It's okay." he said and smiled.



   Was I ever that uptight?



   "So what about tomorrow?  Anna?  Do I do the same things?  She's only
eleven."



   "BJ, breathe."



   He took a deep breath and held, letting it out slowly.  "Sorry."



   "Now tomorrow, I suggest that you go a step or two farther."



   "I do?"



   "Yeah, cause you've got the perfect setup."



   "I do?"



   "Yes you do.  You're dating best friends.  Not only that, but best
friends a year apart."



   "Why is that good?"



   "Because Kyra's gonna tell Anna all about her date."



   "And that's a good thing?"



   "Anna, being a year younger and wanting to be as grown up as Kyra will
automatically let you get as far as you got with Kyra.  It's a given."

   "Cool."



   "And there's about a ninety percent chance that she'll let you go a step
or two further.  Then she'll tell Kyra, and the next time you two go
out..."



   "Kyra will let me go at least as far as Anna, because Kyra's older and
wants to act that way."



   "Bingo." I said.



   "This is so cool." he grinned at me.  "So what do I do?"



   I stood up and moved to the other side of hi and sat down.  What can I
say, I'm a right dominant pervert.  BJ's jeans and bike shorts were still
around his knees , but I ignored them.  "Start just like you did with Kyra.
Talk before the movie, lean closer and arm around her during the previews."
I put my arm around him.  "After the movie starts, start feeling her up and
kissing." Through his shirt I toyed with his chest.  I leaned my head
forward and when he didn't pull away, I kissed him gently.



   "After your practice with me and Kyra, think you're ready for some
tongue action of your own?" I asked.  BJ blushed, but nodded.  "Okay, I'm
Anna.  Show me."



   BJ reddened more but leaned forward and kissed me.  For a long time
nothing happened and I thought he chickened out, but then his tongue
started pushing at my lips.  I opened them a little and BJ's tongue surged
forward, pushing at mine.  I felt like I could feel all the taste bud bumps
on his tongue.  After what seemed like forever, he pulled his tongue back
and broke the kiss.  "How was that?" he asked, as if it had been a vault or
tumbling trick.



   "Are you sure you've never done that before?" I asked incrediously.



   BJ nodded and grinned.



   "In the words of a close friend of mine, very cool." BJ grinned again.



   After a kiss like that, it was hard to get my mind back to where it was.
I noticed that BJ's cock was standing at attention again.  So was mine, for
that matter.  And nether one made it any easier to concentrate.  "Okay,
you're Anna again, and I, BJ, have been giving you some major tongue
action..." BJ's grin got bigger, "and playing with your breast through your
shirt.  It's time for the next step."



   I eased my hand down her side until it lay on BJ's bare hip.  He tensed
as I touched his bare skin, but relaxed again as I slipped my hand under
his shirt and slowly started back up again.  I took a good three or four
minutes to make the round trip, but at last my fingers toyed with his bare
nipple. "Notice how I did that slowly, giving her time to get used to the
idea.  Go to fast and she'll probably stop you."



   "Okay."



   "The good news is, I don't think Anna's worn a bra all summer, so you
should get some bare tit."



   "Way cool.  Anything else."



   "Next..." I put my across my body and on his bare thigh about four or
five inches from his knee.  "You'll put your hand on her leg.  Start out
down by her knee with your hand on top.  As you make out, move it up her
leg and to the inside of her thigh." I kissed him again, giving him some
tongue as I moved my hand up and in.  My other hand continued to toy with
his nipple.



   I could feel him tensing as my hand climbed higher, but I ignored him. I
stopped when my hand was about three inches from his balls, and just rubbed
his leg.  "For tomorrow, don't go any further than this.  We don't want her
to freak."



   "Okay." he said, relaxing again.



   I sat there, rubbing his leg and his chest and giving him an occasional
kiss.



   After several minutes he asked, "Anything else?"



   "Well if everything is going good and she seems really relaxed about
everything you're doing..." I leaned in and kissed him again, as I did, I
took my left hand off his thigh and put it on his stomach.  Then I worked
it under his shirt and started up, lifting his shirt as my hand inched
higher.  My tongue wrestled with his as my hand reached his other nipple. I
toyed with it for a while then lifted my hand a little higher, exposing it.
I broke the kiss and dropped my head down and kissed his nipple.  Licking
and teasing it with my tongue.



   "Oh god." he cried and reached down and grabbing his throbbing cock.  He
rubbed it three times before the first jet of cum appeared.  As he milked
it for the second time, I continued to lick and suck his nipple.



   As he milked the last drops, I sat up and looked at him.  And the mess
in his lap.  "You must have liked that." I said with an evil grin.



   "I...you...  I mean...  I never...  ugh..."



   "Just think how Anna's going to feel."



   "He smiled but stammered, "But I'm not..."



   "Sure you are." I said.  He opened his mouth to protest.  "You're
definitely a horny teenager.  And like all horny teenaged boys, almost
anything can get you excited and almost anything can set you off."



   BJ visible relaxed.  I stood up and walked over to the refrigerator. 
There was a stack of towels on top, I grabbed one and tossed it to BJ. 
"You better clean yourself up." I told him.  "Your mom will wondering
what's happened to you.



   "Step-mom." BJ said automatically.



   "Step-mom." I agreed.  I watched him as he wiped sticky pols of cum off
his cock and legs.

   Chapter 3 Second Date



   Thursday was another good day.  Team went great in the morning, then the
beginners were actually listening for a change.  So I was in a pretty good
mood when the advanced girls started.  NJ had gotten to the gym early and
watched the team work out, then helped with the beginners.  Now he was
sitting on the side and watching as the advanced girls stretched.  A sight
always worth watching.  It was fun to watch Kyra and Anna whispering
together and then sneaking looks at BJ.  Life was so damn interesting.



   My class was smaller because I'd moved Karen, Clarissa, and a girl named
Janice to the team starting that morning.  I had a couple of girls in the
intermediate class I was thinking about moving up, but I hadn't decided
yet.



   I decided to go with the three group format again today after the girls
had stretched.  I took a group to the high bar to work on under swings, a
fancy way of saying big swings.



   Kim, my assistant had a group doing cast sole circles.  The girls would
be laying on the bar with their hips, kick up, put their feet on and swing
around the bar, go flying odd, and hopefully land on their feet.



   BJ got the third group, complete with both Anna and Kyra.  His group was
working on glide kips, a skill that none of the girls were even close to
doing, so I figured it would be a good arm workout for him.  The girls
would stand in front of the bar, jump, grab the bar, swing under it, then
lift their legs to the bar and as they swung backward pull themselves up
until they were in a support on their hips.  BJ's job was to grab their
legs and help them swing out, then help them lift their legs to the bar. 
His other hand went to the small of their back and helped lift them to the
support position.  Definitely a workout for his arms.  I had him help the
group, then switch sides and do it again.  I also warned him that if his
hands `missed', he'd be gone for the day.



   I kept a pretty close eye on BJ while he worked with the first group,
but he was entirely professional, which is a strange thing to say about a
thirteen year old.  After we rotated, I relaxed and payed more attention to
my own group, which now included Kyra and Anna.  Waiting for their turns,
the two girls continued to whisper, giggle, and steal looks at BJ.



   We rotated through the third group, then went to vault.  I didn't let BJ
vault today, but started teaching him how to help vaulters, basically a
hand on their stomach, another on the thigh and push.  I even let him help
a couple f girls by himself.  The ones I knew were going over whether he
helped or not.



   As the class progressed through balance beam, floor and trampoline, I
continued to teach BJ the tricks of the trade.  I figured that by the time
he was old enough to work officially, he could get a job in any club.  He
had a definite knack for coaching.



   As the class ended, most of the girls raced to get dressed and leave,
after all it was a beautiful summer day outside and they been cooped up
long enough.  I watched as BJ pulled on cut-offs over his traditional bike
shorts, purple today.  Anna went to the locker room and came back wearing a
t-shirt and shorts, and true to my prediction, no bra.  She walked over to9
BJ carrying her leo.  They laughed about something and she stuffed the
sweaty leo into her gym bag.



   "You can leave your stuff here if you want." I offered from across the
floor.  Anna smiled in appreciation and stuck her bag under a chair.  BJ
came over to me and grinned with his hand out.  I dug into my pocket and
pulled out a twenty and handed it to him.  This living vicariously was
getting expensive.  BJ winked and then offered Anna his hand, she took it
and they walked toward the door.



   Ah, to be young and in love, or at least in lust.



   Another watcher saw them leave.  Kyra was sitting in the corner, still
wearing her leo and toying with her own gym bag, but not really getting
ready to leave.  I walked over.



   "You okay?" I asked when I was standing over her.



   "Yeah, I'm just great." she said without enthusiasm.



   "You sound great." I agreed and sat down next to her.  "Let me guess,
you really enjoyed your date with BJ yesterday and now you're bummed
because he's going out with Anna."



   She looked startled that I knew.  "No, it's not that, exactly."



   "Sure it is.  You and Anna used to kid about BJ's cute little ass, and
how you would share him.  But now that you ARE sharing him, it's harder
than you figured." Kyra gave me the eye.  "You two should really learn to
whisper quieter." I explained.



   Kyra blushed.  "Anna's my friend." she defended.



   "And BJ's cute and has a great ass."



   "Coaches aren't supposed to talk like that." she accused.



   "Why, because we're not supposed to know that eleven and twelve year old
girls check out boy's butts?"



   "Like, yeah."



   "Some coaches know a lot of things."



   "Like what?" she challenged.



   "Well, I know that some twelve year old girls don't wear bras on their
first dates with a guy." Kyra turned pink.  "And I know that their tongues
like to go exploring other people's tonsils." Kyra reddened a little more.
"And I know that they have soft but firm tits with hard pointy nipples."



   Kyra's eyes opened wide and I thought if she turned any redder I might
have to call a paramedic.  "BJ told you?"



   "BJ and I had a long talk about not telling all his friends, or
spreading it around the locker room.  But he just had to tell someone."



   "You won't tell my parents?" she stammered.



   "Well, let's see." I teased.  "If I tell your mom, she'll kill you and
then I can't charge you tuition every month, and you'll never make it to
the team and win a state championship.  So that won't work.  If I tell your
dad, he'll kill BJ and then I can't charge him tuition every month, and
I'll lose a pretty good coach." I hesitated, looking at the ceiling as if
in thought, "No, I don't think I'll tell anybody."



   Kyra looked at me as if she wasn't sure I was right in the head, but she
let out a breath that she probably didn't even know she was holding.



   "Would you like to wait for them to come back?"



   She thought about it for a couple of seconds then brightened, "You could
take me to the movies and we could spy on them."



   "Not happening.  I'm not going and nether are you." I emphasized the
point by tapping her on the tip of the nose.  "Now, would you like to hand
out with me, or go home?



   She thought for several seconds then nodded.  "Hang."



   I got up and headed for the door.  I locked it and turned toward my
office.  "Come on, I'll buy you a coke." she got up and followed me.  I
motioned her to the sofa and went to the refrigerator.  I opened it and
looked inside, "Coke okay?"



   "What else have you got?"



   "Ginger Ale." I said looking over at her, Kyra made a face.  "Sprite,
and Root beer."



   "No Pepsi." she asked.



   I spun around and stared at her, "That's a dirty word and I don't
tolerate that kind of language in my gym." I said, shaking my finger at
her.



   Kyra giggled, "Root beer please." she said and giggled again.

   I pulled out a coke and a root beer and went over and sat next to the
twelve year old.  I handed her the root beer and we pulled the tabs on our
drinks and took a sip.



   We sat and enjoyed our drinks.  I wasn't quite sure where I wanted this
to go and how to get there.



   "How come you paid BJ to take Anna to the movies?" Kyra asked after a
couple of minutes.



   "I didn't."



   "I saw you." she accused.



   "I paid BJ for helping with classes today.  He started at eight you
know."



   "Oh."



   "I gave him money yesterday too.  So if you want to look at it that way,
I paid him to take you to the movies too." She nodded, but I couldn't help
adding, "You and Anna are so homely, I knew you'd never get a date any
other way."



   "Hey!" she said, turning toward me and tucking one leg under her.  She
slapped my arm.  "I'm not homely.  Anna maybe, but not me."



   I cringed in mock terror and held my hands out in front of me.  "I don't
think either one of you is homely, I was just kidding." I defended myself.



   "It wasn't funny." she said and punched me in the arm.



   She slid her leg out from underneath her and sat right.  She stared at
the wall for a couple of minutes, then asked, "What do you think they're
doing now?"



   "Let's see." I said looking at the clock.  "The movie started about
fifteen minutes ago, so BJ probably has his arm around her." I put my arm
around Kyra, she seemed startled, but didn't object.  "His hand is probably
down here." I moved my hand under her arm pit and gently rubbed her side.
"And it's moving forward toward her tit." I moved my hand onto the side of
her breast.  "Which since her tits are a lot smaller than yours..."



   "She barely has any." Kyra agreed."



   "Since her tits are smaller than yours." I continued, "won't take very
long." My hand closed on her tit and she didn't react at all except to push
her breast a little further into my hand.  She wasn't wearing a bra
underneath her leo, she never did, so I could feel her hard little nipple.



   "So you think they're sitting in the dark right now and he's playing
with her titty."



   "Yep." I agreed, as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and
forefinger."



   "That little pervert."



   "Yep." I agreed again.



   "She's only eleven, you know?"



   "I know."



   "It's not like she's old enough."



   "Yeah, it's not like she's twelve." I agreed again.  I massaged all
around the nipple.



   "Do you think he'll do anything else?"



   "Well, I'm pretty sure he'll kiss her.  He'll want to know if her tongue
is as adventurous as yours." I didn't make any move to kiss Kyra, I wanted
to see what she'd do.



   Kyra waited a minute, then asked "He'll kiss her?"



   "Yeah, they're probably making out right now." I agreed.



   Kyra looked mischievous, "What do you mean by making out exactly?" she
asked.



   I decided that I was done teasing her.  Or teasing myself.  "This." I
said and dropped my lips onto hers.  Her tongue was ready and almost
instantly stabbed past my lips into my mouth.  After just a few seconds, I
was pretty sure that the girl hadn't learned to kiss yesterday from BJ.



   When we finally broke apart, I was out of breath.  "That was
incredible." I muttered.



   "Think Anna can kiss that good?" she asked with just a hint of jealousy.



   "I don't know." I admitted.  "I've never kissed Anna.  Why did you teach
her?" I asked as a joke.  From the flush that jumped to her face I guessed
that Kyra and Anna had done a little practicing here and there at the very
least.



   "Do you think that know that BJ's kissed us both, he'll only want to go
with me?" Kyra asked.



   "I doubt it." I said.



   Kyra looked like I'd slapped her, "But..."



   "Right about now, BJ should have his lips wrapped Anna's little titty."
I told her.



   "He didn't try that with me." she accused.



   "I know." I said calmly.  "I didn't tell him to.  But I told him to suck
Anna's."



   "You told him to?" she almost shouted.



   I nodded and kissed her again.  She resisted a little at first but the
girl was a natural born kisser, she couldn't help herself.  Within a few
seconds she had pushed her tongue back into my mouth and I think she was
trying to tickle my tonsils.  And yes, I still have them.



   "Damn you're good." I told her a few minutes later.



   She grinned, then remembered what we had been talking about.  "You told
him to suck Anna's titty?" I nodded with a smile.  "But not mine?" I nodded
again, but made sure I didn't smile.  "Why?"



   "Well, with you, it was his first date." I said still playing with her
tit.



   "But it's his first date with Anna too." she complained.



   "You didn't get it.  You were BJ's first date.  His very first date."



   "You're kidding." she said in amazement.



   "Nope.  He's on his second date in his life right now."



   "That's weird, but it still doesn't explain why you told him to suck
Anna's tit and not mine."



   "Can you handle the truth?" I asked.



   She nodded, "Of course I can."



   "Well, yesterday for your date, I told BJ to go as far as I figured
you'd let him get.  I didn't want you shooting him down.  It could have
killed his confidence.  Today, I figured that you told Anna exactly what
had happened?" I looked at her with an arched eyebrow and she nodded.  "And
I figured that he could go a little farther with Anna because Anna is
younger and she'd want to be grown-up, so she'd let him." I grinned at her.
"So I told him to go for it."



   "That's completely sneaky and underhanded." she accused



   "Was I wrong?"



   "No." she said as if it hurt to say the word.  I grinned at her.  "How
far do you tell him to go?"



   "Well, I told him to get her shirt up..." I reached over and put my
hands on her shoulders.  Then I slipped my fingers under the top of her
leotard and started pushing it down her arms.  I watched as the body of the
suit slid down her chest, hanging up on her breasts, then slipping past.  I
pushed the leo off her arms and left it bunched around her waist.



   "Then I told him to suck on her tits." I turned words to deeds and
leaned down to her breast, taking her nipple into my mouth.  As much as I
love BJ, sucking Kyra's nipple was so much better.  At least I could get my
lips around it.  I loved teasing it with my tongue, it was so hard and
erect.



   "Then I told him to feel up her leg." I put my hand on her knee and
started sliding it up and to the inside.  "Higher." My hand moved up about
halfway.  "And higher." I moved my hand up until it was less than an inch
from her crotch.  Kyra opened her legs for me, so I moved my hand up onto
her crotch.  I couldn't help myself.  I massaged her pussy mound.  I could
feel her slit through the thin lycra material.



   "Oh god." she moaned.  "Is that all?"



   I lifted my mouth off her tit and smiled at her.  "For today." I leaned
down again and kissed each of her nipples.  "Would you like to go to the
movies with BJ tomorrow?"



   "Oh yes." she moaned as I continued to play with her mound.  "Is BJ
going to do this to me tomorrow?"

   "Yes.  "



   "Is that all?"



   "Do you think he could get any further?"



   She didn't answer.  She looked at me as if wondering what could come
next.  I grinned at her, then started licking her left breast again.  As I
did, I took my hand off her crotch and moved it slowly past the top of her
bunched up leotard to her stomach.  Then I slid it down into her leotard.
Down to her pelvis.  She seemed totally relaxed so I pushed down further. I
could feel a small patch of wispy hair.  The tip of my middle finger
stopped at the very top of her slit.



   "You wouldn't let BJ finger your pussy on your second date would you?" I
asked abandoning her tit for a second.



   She grinned back at me.  "It's his third date, so it's okay."



   It's hard to argue with that kind of logic.



   I pushed my hand deeper into her leo and my finger pried apart the lips
of her pussy, she shuddered at my touch and opened her legs wider.  I
grinned and started licking her nipples again.  I kissed down to her belly
button, then back up to her neck, her chin, her nose, and finally her
mouth.



   "Are you sure you're only twelve?" I asked as I pushed my finger into
her cunt.



   "Almost thirteen." she gasped.  I arched an eyebrow and she added,
"Well, in another seven months.



   That was good enough for me.  I pushed my finger in deeper.  There was
no Hyman to block my access, but I would have been surprised if there was.
Contrary to what a lot of people think, hymens aren't all that common in
older girls.  The hymen actually deteriorates as girls get older and most
of them sacrifice themselves to bike or horseback riding or other
accidents. Kyra had landed square on her crotch falling off a balance beam
several months ago and I doubt a hymen could survive that.  And of course
as girls get sexually active younger and younger hymens become more and
more endangered.  Breaking a cherry had become almost a symbolic act.



   "You know, good little girls don't let boys..."



   "Or men." she added.



   "Or men..." I continued, "play with their tender young pussies.  Kyra
grinned, leaned back more and spread her legs wider.  "And for the record,
I don't count, I'm just priming the pump, as it were, for BJ."



   "Uh huh." she moaned.



   "True." I said, pushing my finger in to the root.  "I have no interest
in girls at all.  I have evolved past that." I started fucking my finger in
and out of her tight young canal.



   "Then who was that bimbo who came to see you last week?  The one whose
tits came in the door a minute before she did.  "Your sister?"



   "Bible study." I told her with a straight face.



   "I may be only twelve, but I wasn't born yesterday." she said, "I
don't...  ahhhhh...  oh god....  oh yeah...  ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
she moaned as her orgasm hit her.  I'd found her g spot.  I kept working
that extremely sensitive are and her climax seemed to go on and on.  When
she finally finished, she sagged like a wet towel.



   I pulled my finger out of her snatch and out of her leotard.  I brought
it to my mouth and sucked it in.  Kyra watched me with a ghost of a smile.
"That was the best one ever." she said quietly.



   I was tempted to ask how many there'd been, but didn't.



   "Now you realize that after all this, BJ won't be able to leave the
theater with you after the movie?"



   "Why?" she asked, confused.



   I didn't answer, I just pointed down to my own crotch where my cock had
turned my shorts into a teepee.  Kyra giggled.  "And I'm experienced." I
told her.  "Think about poor BJ, only on his third date.  The damn thing
will be like Pinnocio's nose."



   "What could I do?" she asked innocently.  "I'm not a fairy god mother,
with a magic wand or anything."



   "You have magic." I told her.  "In your hands..." I took her hand and
set it on top of my problem, she immediately gave it a squeeze.  I almost
came right there.  I guided her hand into my shorts and she wrapped her
hand around my shaft.  I'm only about six and a half inches, but that tiny
hand made it feel like a foot.  "...or in your sweet little mouth." I
finished.



   Her hand started gliding up and down my rigid staff.  "You want me to
give him a blowjob?" she asked as if she were an innocent maiden.  "On our
second date?"



   "Well, it's true that twelve year olds aren't ready for that sort of
thing on their second date.  But I figured, with you being almost thirteen
and all..." I put my hand on the back of her neck and gently pulled her
toward my crotch.  She didn't need much encouragement.  When her face was a
few inches from my crotch, she released my cock and used both hands to
grasp the waistband of my shorts and push them down.  I lifted my ass off
the sofa to make it easier.



   As the elastic waistband moved down to my thighs, it snagged my cock and
pulled it down with it, then my cock pulled free and bounced up, hitting
Kyra in the nose.  I was pretty sure that she'd gotten some experience
somewhere, because she didn't pull back at all.  Instead, she steadied my
cock at the base with one hand and sucked just the head of my cock into her
hot sweet little mouth.  She teased the sensitive glans with her tongue and
it was too much for me.  My gonads must have been logging some pretty
impressive overtime, because I shot load after load of hot semen into that
little mouth and she swallowed without missing a drop.



   As I finished spurting, she licked the last drops off the head of my
cock and sat up.  "I thought when guys got older and more experienced, they
didn't shoot off so fast?" she asked with an accusing grin.



   "That's true, except when they get super excited, by a really sexy young
thing or a really good blowjob." I explained, "Or both." I added, grinning
at her.  I glanced at the clock and couldn't believe how late it was
getting.  "We'd better get dressed.  BJ and Anna will be here in just a few
minutes."



   "Why get dressed.  It could be interesting meeting them like this."



   "A little too interesting for BJ's second date in his life.



   Kyra pouted and stuck her tongue out at me, but started pulling her
leotard back on.



   A few minutes later, we were dressed and talking innocently in the front
of the gym when BJ knocked on the door.  I let the two in.  They were
holding hands, just like sweethearts, but Anna pulled her hand away when
she saw Kyra sitting there.  We talked for a few minutes, then just before
the girls left I signaled Kyra over to me, "Tomorrow, wear loose shorts and
no panties.  We should make it easy for him on his first time out." I
whispered in her ear.



   "You're an evil man." she whispered back with a grin.  Then the girls
left and I took BJ back to my office.

   * * * * *



   "I'm guessing that you had a pretty good time." I said, patting the
bulge in his cut-offs.



   "Oh God." he said and started fumbling with them.



   I brushed his hands away and unbuttoned, then unzipped his cut-offs and
let them fall to the ground.  Then I grabbed the waist of his bike shorts
and pulled them down to his knees.  His cock popped out and stood at
attention.  I think it had grown since yesterday.



   Before he could do anything, I sat back on the sofa and pulled him down
to my lap.  I wrapped my hand around his shaft, the head barely visible on
the top of my fist.  BJ had tensed up when I grabbed him and I told him,
"Just relax, close your eyes and tell me about Anna." I gave him a squeeze
to make my point.  His cock felt hot in my hand and I could feel his pulse.



   BJ still looked nervous but did as I asked.



   "It went almost exactly like you said.  Before the movie we talked. 
Mostly about gymnastics.  She thinks you're a great coach and really,
really wants to be on the team.  When the lights went out for the previews,
I put my arm around her and pulled her in close, then I kind of rubbed her
shoulder.  During the second preview, she leaned over and kissed me, then
sat back as if nothing had happened.  So I leaned over and kissed her, a
long kiss, but no tongue."



   "I had my hand on her tit before the movie even started and I rubbed it
just like you showed me and I practiced with Kyra.  It was different
because her tits were so small, but I still liked it.  I kissed her again,
and this time I was going to give her some tongue, but she had the same
idea and our tongues kind of met in the middle.  For a long time we kind of
pushed at each other, then she pulled her tongue back and let mine into her
mouth."



   He was talking faster and faster and I started squeezing his cock with a
slow rhythm.  "Breathe" I advised.



   "It was so much better than kissing you." He realized what he had said
and was embarrassed, afraid he'd hurt my feelings.



   "Relax.  I know what you mean.  I'd rather kiss Anna than you any day."
I assured him.



   BJ opened his eyes and looked at me strangely.  I met his look, staring
back into those gorgeous blue eyes and smiling.  Then I rubbed my thumb
across his pisshole.  His eyes opened wide and for a second I thought he
was strangling as his orgasm hit him, then the first spurt of cream covered
my thumb.  I grinned and started rubbing him up and down milking his cum.
The strangling sounds turned into a long sigh.



   I kept holding his cock after his cum died down, though now I used two
fingers instead of my whole hand.  "So after you discovered that kissing a
girl is more fun than kissing your coach..."

   BJ was beet red.  I didn't know if it was a blush reaction from being
embarrassed about me jacking him off, or he was flushed from the physical
exertion of orgasm, or both.  He closed his eyes again, probably so that he
wouldn't have to look at me.  "So I slipped my hand down and started to put
it under her shirt and she reached down and grabbed it."



   "In thought she was going to pull it away, that I'd gone too fast, like
you warned.  But she pulled it up under her shirt and put it right on her
naked tit."



   "Apparently she liked what you were doing and wanted you to do it
faster."



   "Oh yeah."



   "That's why it's a good idea to let the girl set the pace.  If she wants
more she'll let you know.  But if you go too fast and she slaps your face
and leaves..."



   "I get the picture." he agreed.  "Anyway.  I've got my hand full, well
not full exactly, but I've got my hand on her tit and I start playing with
her nipple.  It was even harder than Kyra's."



   His cock was soft and floppy and I started to rub it just a little with
my thumb and two fingers.  BJ leaned back against my chest and rested his
head on my shoulder.



   "I pulled up her shirt and started sucking on her tit.  Then I did
something you didn't tell me too." He said with a little hesitation.  " I
know that you told me just to play with her leg first and go slow..."



   "Did she mind?" I asked, picturing his hand on her crotch.



   "No, she seemed to like it."



   "Then, no problemo.  Just remember that every girl is different.  In
fact, every date is different.  You just have to figure out what's going to
work today."



   "Every date is different." he said unbelievingly.



   "Sure.  You could have a girl called Sadie who is a regular
nymphomaniac. You put your arm around her at the movies and she's giving
you a blowjob.  But take a day when she's got a headache, and the dog ate
her autographed picture of Orlando Bloom, and her mom was yelling about her
grades, then you put your arm around her and you might not get your hand
back."



   "Oh."



   "So if you tried something and it worked, you did good." BJ opened his
eyes and nodded to me.  "So how did you like your first taste of tit?"



   "It was so cool." he grinned.



   His cock was growing again as he remembered.



   "You want to know something else cool?" I asked as I teased at the
underside of his cockhead.



   His eyes opened wide in question, "You have another date with Kyra
tomorrow."



   "I do?"



   "I set you up."



   "You're fantastic." he said and threw his arms around my neck in a tight
hug.  His cock was fully erect again and I started rubbing it up and down.
I considered switching his cock to my left hand so that I could explore his
ass with my right, but decided not to push too fast.



   BJ broke our hug then surprised me by giving me a long kiss on my mouth.
I waited, but he didn't push his tongue in.  As his cock erupted, BJ leaned
back so that while his butt was on my leg, his back was on the arm of the
sofa.  He lay there as I continued to stroke his cock, watching the spurts
of cum land on his stomach and legs.  And my shirt for that matter.

   I finished and let go, looking at my toy laying limply on his pelvis,
while BJ laid there and breathed deeply and serenely.  "That was nice." he
said when he finally sat up a couple of minutes later.



   "Get dressed." I told him.  "Tomorrow's going to be a big day."



   "What do I do?" he wanted to know as he pulled his shorts back on
without bothering to clean up.



   "We'll have time to talk about it during your class tomorrow.  I think
tomorrow's going to be a day that you remember for a long time.

   Chapter 4 Third Date



   The next day, BJ was at the gym before I was.  And I got there an hour
before my first class at eight.  My first group was the team and I put him
to work right away, after all, he had to earn movie money.



   My team group has both my boys and girls team.  The boy's team has 6
boys, 2 who were BJ's age and two who were older.  The girl's team has 14
members, 4 who were older than BJ.  I knew that I potential trouble, so I
decided to face it head on.



   As soon as they were all stretched I called them over and had them sit
down around me.  They were used to our team meetings, we had at least one a
week.  "Gentlemen, Ladies." I started.  "I think that most of you know BJ."
There were a few nods and a couple of girls waved.  "BJ will be helping
with this group today and in the future." Several gymnasts looked at each
other in puzzlement.



   "BJ is currently in the intermediate class.  He could be in the advanced
group, but I have my own reasons for keeping him back for now.  It makes no
difference that you are two or more levels ahead of him.  It makes no
difference if you are older than him." I looked specifically at Mark
Leeman, who at sixteen was the oldest person on the team.  And known to
have a smart moth and bad attitude.



   "He is a coach and you will treat him as such." I looked around the
group and made sure that they were all getting the message.  "As far as I'm
concerned, the only one who has a right to complain about having BJ as a
coach is Karen.  Karen, come here." she got up and walked over to me.  I
bent down until we were eye to eye, "Any complaints about your brother
being your coach?" I asked, giving her my best withering stare.



   She withered.  "No, coach."



   "Go sit down." I ordered and she scampered back to her spot.  "Now, I'm
not suggesting that BJ is perfect.  If you have a complaint, see me
privately and I'll deal with it.  But let me warn you, If you come to
whine, you won't like the consequences." I laughed my `mad scientist'
laugh. "If I'm in a good mood, the consequences would be lots of sit-ups."



   I looked over the group again and didn't spot any major trouble spots.
"Everybody nod as if you understand." Twenty heads bobbed up and down. 
"Say `Yes sir, coach' ".



   "Yes sir, coach." they chorused.



   "Say, `We love you coach' ".



   "We love you coach." they chorused.



   "Say, `We want to kiss your feet coach.' "



   "We love you coach." they chorused, though a few giggled.



   It was actually almost the same speech I gave whenever any new coach
joined us.



   "Scooby Doo stations." I yelled and my athletes scrambled off the floor
and started heading out into the gym.  I had the teams divided into four
groups and several pre-set starting points for the groups that we'd named
after cartoon characters.



   We got to work.

   I only observed one spot of trouble as the class progressed.  At one
point, BJ was running the boys through some easy tumbling on the floor and
criticized Mark Leeman's legs being apart on a back extension roll (doing a
backward somersault and pushing into a handstand).



   Mark took a couple of steps toward BJ and I saw his fist clenching, but
BJ held his ground.  "Can you do any better?" Mark challenged.



   "Probably not." BJ admitted, then added, "But then, I haven't made it to
the team yet."



   Marks face clouded and he took another step toward BJ, but then he
grinned and relaxed.  So did I and I hadn't realized that I'd tensed up. 
"Okay coach, I'll work on it." he said and walked back to the end of the
line.  I don't think either of them knew I was watching.  By the end of
class, almost everybody accepted him as a coach.  I made a mental note to
check and see if it caused him any trouble outside the gym.



   I had another class after team, then BJ and I ran out for a quick lunch.
After we came back, we did two more classes before his.



   After everyone else had left, I locked the doors and watched as BJ
stretched out.  He didn't need much, since he'd been going all morning. 
"Did you mean what you said?" he asked as he worked on his left side split.



   "I almost always mean what I say." I told him as I moved behind him and
pressed on his leg.  "What about?"



   "When you told the team that I was ready for the advanced class."



   "Yeah, I meant it."



   "You said you had reasons for keeping me back.  Is it because you...  I
mean, we...  uh..."



   He was so cute when he got flustered, but I decided to rescue him
anyway. "That had noting to do with it.  I've been toying with the idea f
moving you up for more than a week.  Long before your first date.  I
decided to keep you here because basically you're getting private lessons.
You learn faster that way and seem to enjoy it."



   "Oh." he said as he changed to his other side split.  "So I'm doing
good."



   "You're doing great." I said as I pressed down on his leg.  "Team by
November is not an outrageous goal." Actually, if he didn't make it by
October, I'd be surprised.



   "What about today?" he asked after a few minutes.



   "Well, I thought we'd start on vault, then some rings."



   "I meant Kyra!"



   "We'll talk about it the last part of class.  Right now, I want to get
some work done.  And since I haven't gotten much out of you the last few
days, I mean to work you now."



   BJ cringed dramatically, but his grin gave the lie to his actions.



   We started on the vault and I got ten handsprings out of him in seven
minutes flat.  He was puffing when he finished.  I had him get some water
and then we did a few more at a more relaxed pace.  He was already the best
vaulter I had, at least as far as handsprings were concerned.  There were a
few gymnasts on the team, 1 boy and four girls to be precise, who were
doing more difficult vaults, but I didn't think any of them could do the
basic handspring better.



   After vault, we worked on the parallel bars for a good half an hour. 
And then finished with about twenty minutes of hard fast tumbling.  There
was about thirty minutes left in his class when I told him to hit the
showers.  Not an idle phrase, we actually had a one stall shower in the
locker room.



   He joined me in the office a few minutes later, fresh and ready for
love. He was wearing a pair of loose gym shorts and a Beach Boys t-shirt.
His hair was slightly damp but combed.  BJ looked good for Kyra.

   "So what do I get to do today?" he asked with a grin.



   "I think you're going to like the agenda." I told him with a grin that
was just as big.



   "Damn this is going to be so good." he said in anticipation.



   "Okay, this is getting to the part where it's hard to teach without a
girl to help, but I thought about it a lot last night and I came up with a
plan."



   "Yeah..."



   "Get on your knees, facing the back of the sofa, and sit down on your
heels." He looked confused, but followed instructions.  "Okay, she you have
one of those little dangly things instead of a slit, we're going to imagine
that this..." I patted his ass, "is your pussy." Even with him facing away
from me, I could see the corner of his eye and his eyes got big as I said
that.



   "The first part of the date will be just like yesterday.  I don't think
you'll have any trouble feeling some bare tit, or even getting a mouthful.
And you're going to feel up her legs, just like with Anna.  Unfortunately,
you don't have any legs to feel up in this position, but we'll just have to
imagine."



   "Then when you're ready, check out her crotch." I put my hand squarely
on his ass.  "Start feeling her up." I started rubbing his ass, especially
his crack through his shorts.  He squirmed a little but didn't say
anything.



   "Then you can go for the prize." I moved my hand up to his back and then
down inside his shorts.  He wasn't wearing any underwear.  "Don't go
straight for her cunt...." I rubbed each of his cheeks.  His ass was tight
and I could feel his muscles flexing as I explored.  BJ's cock had grown
and he was unconsciously humping the back of the sofa.



   "Then you can start rubbing her pussy mound." My hand cupped his ass, a
finger teasing the crack of his ass.  "Slowly push your finger between the
outer lips of her pussy." I pushed a finger between the cheeks of his ass,
but not all the way.  "Rub her slowly, then push between her inner pussy
lips." I pushed my finger deeper so that now I rubbed at his asshole.

   "Now it's time to enter Kyra.  By now there should be at least some
natural lubrication, but if not, just take your finger out, lick it and put
it back." And that's what I did.  I pulled my hand out of his shorts and
licked my middle finger, then I quickly put it back in his shorts and found
my place again.  I put my finger on his asshole and slowly pushed it in. 
His sphincter resisted, but I pushed a little harder and my finger pushed
into his rectum up to the first knuckle.



   "Now comes the hard part, because I can't tell you what to do." Actually
I could, I knew what Kyra liked, but I wasn't going too.  "You have to
explore and experiment and figure out what she likes.  I pushed my finger
in to the second knuckle.  "Her clit will be near the top, most people
describe it as a miniature cock, but trust me it's very sensitive.  Twice
as sensitive as your cock is.  Some girls like you to play with their clit,
some just like you to fuck your finger in and out." which I did to his ass.
"Most like some combination of both.  Figure out what she likes and do it."



   I was fucking his ass pretty good now and he was humping the sofa even
better.  "Just work her until she cums." I knew he was close himself.  I
stabbed my finger in to the base and I felt BJ lose his last bit of
control. I knew the insides of his shorts were getting coated with his
cream.  I waited until he'd finished.



   "Okay now turn around again and sit right." I said as I pulled my finger
out of his butt.  I couldn't wait to teach this kid how to fuck a girl. 
His ass was mine.  BJ shifted around, his face red from a combination of
exertion from his orgasm and embarrassment, which I conveniently ignored. I
reached my hand into his shorts again and fondled his sticky shrunken cock.



   "Now what I think is going to happen next, is that she's going to want
to return the favor."



   "What do you mean?"



   "I mean, she's going to want to play with your shriveled little friend
there.  Except, my plan is that it won't be shriveled."



   "What if I cum while I'm playing with her pussy?"



   "You might." I admitted, "but I figure if we can get you to cum at least
three times before Kyra gets here, there's a chance you can hold your
control." I grinned at him ans squeezed his cock.  "That was one."



   "I...um...  that is..."



   "Relax." I told him.  "Breathe."



   BJ took a deep breath and then looked down at his crotch, where my hand
was still busy inside his shorts.  He turned red again, but took another
deep breath.



   "Now she's probably going to ease into it.  Not that she's afraid you'll
stop her, what guy would.  But because she doesn't want to seem too
aggressive."



   "Okay." he agreed, back under control.



   "She'll probably start out by putting her hand in your lap." I waited
and nothing happened, except that I continued to play with his cock which
was starting to come back to life.  "She'll probably just lay her hand on
top of your hard-on." Still noting happened.  "Dude, you're Kyra." BJ
turned red again.



   I'm BJ and I'm playing with Kyra's pussy." I gave his cock a little
squeeze, he was about half hard.  "And you're Kyra and you're going to pay
BJ back for the great finger fuck you just got."



   BJ hesitated, but then his hand came over and hovered over the tented
out part of my shorts.  Very slowly he lowered it until his palm was
resting lightly on the tip of my cock, only a thin layer of cotton away.



   I figured that I'd let BJ figure it out, so I didn't say anything, but
after about a minute, he started moving his hand.  It was completely stiff,
so that just his palm teased at the head of my cock.  Certainly not a world
class handjob, but it still felt nice.  I started jacking him off and he
groaned softly, but then his hand closed on my cock and he was holding the
head and squeezing.



   "After a few minutes, she'll probably take the initiative and put her
hand in your shorts."

   This time, BJ got the idea right away.  He released my cock and moved
his hand to the waistband of my shorts.  He paused for a second, but then
he plunged his hand in and grabbed my favorite tool.  It felt good as his
small hand encircled my cock for the first time.



   He immediately started moving his hand up and down my shaft.  I glanced
at him and he was grinning, whether he was thinking about Kyra doing the
same to him, or he was just enjoying the moment, I didn't know and didn't
care.



   I could feel his body tense and I pumped harder and faster and BJ dumped
a load of little wigglers all over my fist..  He'd stopped working on my
cock as the orgasm hit him, but as it subsided, he started pumping again.



   "Now I have a feeling that you're going to get really lucky and she's
going to go a step further." BJ looked into my eyes, the question unspoken,
but I answered anyway.  "I think you're gonna get a blowjob today."



   Even though he'd just finished cumming, I could feel BJ's cock start to
stir to life once again.  My own cock jerked as he continued to stroke it.



   "She'll probably take her hand out of your shorts." BJ did, I thought a
little reluctantly.  Maybe he liked my cock.  I sure liked his.  "Then
she'll lean over so that she can use both hands and grab the sides of your
short's waistband." BJ did.  "Then she'll pull them down to your knees." BJ
started tugging at my shorts.  "Be sure that you lean forward a little and
lift your ass to make it easier on her." I followed my own suggestion and
BJ pulled my shorts down my legs to my knees.  He let go and they dropped
around my ankles.



   "Since she's already leaning forward, all she has to do is lean a little
further and your cock will be ready for her mouth.  "BJ leaned forward
until my cock was less than an inch from his mouth.  "She'll probably do
something romantic like kiss it first.  Right on the tip." I waited and BJ
hovered there, just above my cock.



   "Then she'll probably kiss it a few more times in different places." BJ
took the hint and brushed his lips against the head of my cock.  The
feeling was electric and I used more self-control than I ever had before
not o blow right in his face.  After all I didn't want to scare the kid.



   BJ had pulled back almost a foot, but now he leaned forward again and
actually kissed my cock.  This time he only pulled away a few inches.  I
thought I could see a smile on his face but I couldn't be sure.  I did know
that his cock was coming alive again.



   He leaned down and kissed the side of my cock, then the base, and
finally the head again.



   "Then she'll suck on the head of your cock.  Just like a lolly pop."
This time he didn't hesitate.  He leaned forward, his mouth already open,
and closed his lips around the head of my cock.  Damn I was so close, but I
tried to hold on.  "She'll probably lick around the head and maybe tease
your pisshole with her tongue." BJ started experimenting.  The kid was a
natural.



   Normally I would have left him like this for a while, but I didn't have
much time.  "Then she'll take your whole cock in her mouth, or at least as
much as she can, which in your case should be everything." BJ's mouth
enveloped my cock.



   "Then...ahhhh..." I couldn't hold back any more.  I exploded into his
mouth.  As the first gush of sperm hit the back of his throat, BJ
instinctively pulled away, but he didn't release my cock.  His lips stopped
at the head and BJ drank my offering.  His hand went to the base of my cock
and he started pumping.



   I leaned back against the sofa and let him do all the work.  The wave of
pleasure that broke over me was incredible.  I wasn't sure if it was better
than with Kyra, but it was sure close.



   BJ sat up and looked at me, his nose less than six inches from mine, and
a small speck of my cum at the corner of his mouth.  "Now what?" he asked
eagerly.



   "I think that's enough for one day, don't you?" I asked.



   "I suppose." he admitted grudgingly.



   We sat there for several minutes, my hand still wrapped around his cock,
which was now fully erect again.



   "Wasn't I supposed to cum three times before my date?" he asked after a
while.



   "Yeah.  I agreed



   "I've only cum twice." he pointed out.



   "That's true." I agreed again



   "Should we do something about that?" he asked, almost pleading.



   "I suppose we should." I said, I let go of his cock and pulled my hand
out of his shorts.  Then I slid down to the floor on my knees.  I turned so
that I was in front of him and grabbed the top of his shorts.  BJ proved
that he listened to his lessons by lifting his ass as I pulled them down.



   His cock stood like a miniature flagpole just waiting for reveille.



   I tried to duplicate the blowjob he'd just given me as much as I could.
I leaned down and barely brushed my lips across the head of his cock.  I
could feel him shudder.  Then I kissed his cock four times.  On the head,
then the side, then the base, and back on the head again.



   BJ's breathing was getting faster and I knew that making him cum a third
time was not going to be a problem.  I opened my mouth and let the tip of
his cock enter my mouth, as I closed my lips on it, I felt him shudder
again



   The first squirt of cum leaped onto my tongue and activated my taste
buds.  A little on the sour side, I thought, but drank it down as he
squirted more out.  BJ had grabbed the back of my head and was trying to
push it down further on his cock, and I made a mental note to talk to him
about that, but meanwhile, I didn't mind



   As his cock stopped delivering it's cream I released his cock and
started licking his pelvis and legs, cleaning up his previous messes, then
I sat back on my heels and looked at him.  There was a huge grin on his
face.  "You better go to the locker room and get cleaned up." I glanced at
the clock.  "Kyra will be here in just a few minutes, and you don't want to
be all sticky with old cum."

   BJ nodded, stood and sprinted toward the door as I stood up.  He
disappeared through the door , by was back in seconds.  He ran to me, threw
his arms around my waist and gave me a big hug.  I hugged him back, then
pulled away, leaned down and gave him a kiss.  His tongue wormed his way
into my mouth and I was ready to say the hell with Kyra, but I pushed him
away and pointed sternly toward the locker room.  BJ grinned again and
skipped away to the locker room.



   He skipped.  Boys don't skip.  But then again, most boys don't swap
blowjobs with their coaches either.



   I pulled my shorts back on and skipped to the front of the building to
wait for Kyra.



   The girls showed up and knocked on the door a few minutes later.  I
wasn't surprised that Anna was with Kyra.  I'd have been surprised if she
wasn't.  I was pretty sure that Anna would have told Kyra everything about
her date with BJ yesterday, but I wasn't sure just how much Kyra told Anna.
As they walked in, the look that Anna gave told the story.  She knew it
all.



   BJ grabbed Kyra as she walked in the door and kissed her hard, his hands
dropped to her ass as he did.  Their kiss lasted at least a minute as Anna
and I watched.  I don't know about Anna, but I was getting turned on just
watching.  My cock had already sprung to life in my shorts.



   BJ was definitely getting some confidence.



   BJ broke the kiss with a huge grin, let go of Kyra's ass and stepped
back.  Then before anyone could say anything, he grabbed Anna and kissed
her, his hands roaming her ass the same way.  I couldn't believe it, I'd
created a monster.



   Kyra stepped over next to me to watch her best friend make out with her
date.  "Hell of a way to start a date." she muttered.



   "Isn't it though." I agreed and patted her on the butt.  She was wearing
a pair of loose shorts and it didn't feel like there was anything
underneath them.



   BJ's kiss with Anna only lasted about thirty seconds, then he looked at
Kyra with a cocky grin, "Ready?" he asked, holding out his hand.



   Kyra nodded and took his hand.  She glanced back at Anna and me, then
they walked through the door.  I think if I'd been Kyra I would have
slapped the boy silly.



   As the door swung shut behind them, Anna looked up at me, "Are you going
to take me to your office and make me feel better?" she asked.



   "Nope." I said and turned and walked out into the gym.



   "You're not?" she asked as she followed me.



   "Nope." I repeated.  And started putting the gym back in order.  Moving
mats where they belonged, picking up used towels, that sort of thing.



   "But Kyra said you made her feel better yesterday?" Anna whined.



   "That's because Kyra was feeling down.  You don't look like you're
down." I said, straightening up after moving a spring board.  They really
should make lighter spring boards.



   "But I am." Anna retorted, trying her best to look sad.



   "Why?" I asked, looking down a her.  "You're young and cute." She perked
up a little when I said cute.  "You're out of school and it's a beautiful
day outside.  I don't see a lot here to be down about."



   "But Kyra and BJ are off on a date and I don't have anything to do." she
whined.



   I ignored her for a minute and walked to the front of the gym and picked
up one of the boxes that Fed Ex had dropped off that morning.  I set it on
the counter and reached into a drawer for a box cutter.  "What about your
date?" I asked casually as I cut the tape on the box.

   "My date?" she asked as I pulled the box open.



   The top was full of crumpled butcher paper and I pulled it out and
dropped it behind the counter.  "Sure." I said without looking up.  "Didn't
Kyra tell you that we were going to double with them?"



   "She didn't.  We are?"



   "Unless you're embarrassed o be seen with an old man like me." I told
her as I rummaged through the box.  I could se Anna shaking her head from
the corner of my eye.  "You want to do me a favor?"



   "Sure.  When are we going?"



   "In a few minutes." I pulled what I was looking for out of the box. 
"These are the new team leos." I told her, holding out a white leotard with
royal blue designs on the chest and darker blue sleeves.



   "That's cool." she said, with just a touch of awe in her voice.



   "That's what I think, but I want to see it on a girl.  This ones your
size, would you try it on please?"



   "Her whole face lit up.  "In the locker room?"



   "No, here's fine." I turned away from her and faced the floor mat.  "I
won't peek.  Cross my heart."



   Anna hesitated for a couple of seconds then pulled her t-shirt over her
head revealing her small tits.  Then she pushed her shorts down to the
ground and stepped out of them.  She wasn't wearing any underwear.  Did I
mention that behind the floor mat, running the entire length of the wall is
a mirror.  I watched as Anna stepped into the leo and pulled it up almost
to her hips.  I realized that she'd put it on backwards, it's easy to do.
Some of the competition leos don't have the laundry tags at the neck but
down inside on the hip.



   "Make sure you don't put it on backwards." I said, and Anna looked up at
the back of my head.  "There's a tag on the inside that should be on the
right side."



   Anna looked and realized her mistake, then she looked at my back again.
"You're peeking." she accused.



   "No, I'm not.  I promise."



   Anna's face said she didn't completely believe me, but she pushed the
leo down and corrected her mistake.  She pulled the leo over her left
shoulder first, then her right and adjusted it.  "Ready." she announced.



   I turned around and inspected her.  The leo was a perfect fit and looked
real good on her.



   "Beautiful." I said.



   "Me or the leotard?" she asked coyly.



   "Both." I told her and she grinned.  I knelt on one knee to get a closer
look.  "Turn around." I instructed and she did.  "Again." and she turned to
face me again.  "I may just have to put you on the team, you look so good
in it."



   "Really?"



   "Soon." I told her.  "Probably next Spring." She grinned again.  I
reached both arms around her and settled my hands on her ass.  "How does it
feel here?  It's not too tight?"



   Anna looked startled but didn't pull away.  "It feels good." she
stuttered.



   I slid my hands off her ass and onto her hips, then up her ribs and onto
her breasts.  They just barely swelled off her chest but I could feel her
nipples under my palms.  "How about here?" I asked.  "You're not very big,
so it shouldn't be tight at all."



   She swallowed and answered, "It feels good."



   I left my left hand on her tiny tit and slid the right one down her
stomach and her pelvis and cupped her crotch.  I looked her straight in the
eye as I did.  "How about this?  I asked with a smile, "We don't want the
crotch to be too tight."



   "It's fine." she stammered.



   "Really?" I asked as I slid one finger into the leghole of the leo.  I
slid my finger up to the top of the leghole and then down to the bottom. 
As I did, the back of my finger rubbed her naked pussy mound and she
shuddered.



   "Really." she agreed.



   I took my hands off her body and stood up.  "Do a cartwheel and see how
it feels.



   Anna did a cartwheel, then a back walkover and a running front
handspring.  "It's good." she told me as she walked back to the counter.



   "Okay, you better change." I told her and turned away again.



   She seemed reluctant to take it off, but finally started to pull it off
her shoulders.  When it was dropping past her knees, I asked, "By the way,
how did you get that big bruise between your tits?  I hope BJ didn't do
that."



   "No BJ didn't do any..." Then she realized what I said.  "How did you...
You peeked." she accused.



   "I didn't peek." I said solemnly.



   "But, you must..."



   "Look at the floor." I said and pointed across the floor at the mirror.
Anna looked and saw the reflection of a naked eleven year old standing
behind her coach.  "I didn't peek, I looked.  Big difference." I explained
as I turned toward the naked girl.



   Self consciously, she covered her pussy with both hands.  "How could
anyone not look at such a beautiful body?" I asked.



   "You really think I'm beautiful?  She said and without realizing it,
pushed her chest out a little and her hands came away from her bald little
pussy.



   "I think you're a fox." I told her.  And then had to explain that `fox'
was the supreme compliment back when I was a kid.



   "You gonna get dressed or go to the movie like that?" I asked after
staring at her for over a minute.  My cock ached.



   Anna giggled and reached for her pile of clothes.

   * * * * *



   "Hi coach." Kelly said from behind the glass in the box office.  "Taking
a break?"



   "Taking the cutest gymnast in town on a date." I told her as I paid for
two tickets, thinking there were obvious advantages to dating an eleven
year old, like her being half price at the movies.



   "I thought I was the cutest?" she said, trying to look hurt as she
handed me the ticket stubs.



   "You're not a gymnast, you're a cheerleader." I told her.  Kelly was in
my cheerleading class with the other six varsity cheerleaders.



   "Okay, am I the cutest cheerleader?"



   "The fifth amendment is just perfect for situations like this."



   "Chicken." she accused.



   "Wise." I corrected.



   Kelly looked down at Anna, "So am I going to have to have the usher keep
an eye on you two?" she said jokingly and I could feel Anna squeeze my
hand.



   "How's Chuck?" I asked innocently and Kelly blushed.



   "Grumpy like usual." she said quickly.



   Chuck owned and managed the theater and I'd caught him and Kelly fucking
one afternoon.  He was thirty-one and she was sixteen.  Plus she had a
jealous boyfriend.  Chuck also had four other employees, all female and
none over eighteen, and I knew for a fact that he was fucking all of them.
I wondered for a second if Kelly knew about the others.



   I smiled and waved my free hand, then Anna and I walked hand in hand
into the lobby.  Paula was at the candy counter.  I'd never had her as a
student, but she'd been best friends with a gymnast a couple of years ago.
I nodded and Anna and I continued on into the theater.



   We walked in and I stopped at the top of the sloped walkway to let my
eyes adjust to the dimmer light.  The lights hadn't gone down for the
previews yet, but it was still darker than outside.  As I looked around, I
saw BJ and Kyra's heads in the middle of a row about halfway down and they
were the only ones in the theater.



   I signaled Anna to keep quiet and we started down.  As we got to their
row, I could see that BJ was already playing with Kyra's tit through her
shirt.  They were leaning together, their heads touching and giggling about
something.  I led Anna down the row and sat down next to Kyra.  "You young
folks don't mind if we sit here, do you?" I asked in a deep voice.



   BJ pulled his hand away from Kyra's tit and sat up straight, stuttering
something.  Then he saw it was us and demanded, "What are you doing here?"



   "We're doubling with you." I said and reached down and put my hand on
Kyra and Anna's legs just above the knee.  "Didn't Kyra tell you?"



   "I..." Kyra stuttered.



   "Oh wait.  I forget to tell her." I said and leaned over and gave her a
quick kiss.  "Silly of me." I leaned the other way and kissed Anna.  As I
did I slid both my hands about halfway up their respective legs.  "Carry
on." I told him when I came up for air.



   Just then the lights dimmed and the screen started flickering.  I moved
my left hand onto the crotch of Kyra's shorts just as BJ's hand went back
to her tit and she jumped.  BJ looked startled, but since Kyra didn't
object, he left it there.



   I grinned to myself in the dark and moved my other hand onto Anna's
crotch.  She didn't jump at all.  In fact she seemed so comfortable with my
hand kneading her pussy that I worked my hand into the top of her shorts
before the first preview had ended.



   Then she surprised the hell out of me.  As I rubbed my middle finger
along the length of her pussy slit, she reached over and laid her hand
right on my cock bulge.



   And after lecturing BJ on trying to control himself, as soon as I felt
that hand settle through the thin cotton of my shorts, I shot my wad.  That
seemed to startle Anna, but she didn't pull away, she just wrapped her hand
around my cock and squeezed.



   As my cock poured pulse after pulse of semen into my shorts, I pushed my
finger into the precocious eleven year old and my other hand moved into
Kyra's shorts and I started massaging her pussy mound.



   Both girls opened their legs wider.



   I glanced over and BJ had moved his hand under Kyra's shirt and his
other hand was on the middle of her thigh.  I admired the way the boy
worked, then I slipped my finger into his date's pussy.  I admired him, but
damn was I horny.



   Anna was squirming in her seat and her hand was massaging my crotch and
starting to bring my cock back to life.  BJ was kissing Kyra and I leaned
over and whispered in her ear "Give his cock a little attention." I
suggested.



   Without hesitation, Kyra moved her hand on top of the bulge in BJ's
shorts.  BJ jumped and immediately jerked his own hand up to the crotch of
Kyra's shorts.  And just as quickly pulled it away.  I think he was
surprised to find a hand already in residence in there.



   I tweaked Kyra's clit one last time and then pulled my hand out of her
shorts to make room for my protege.  After all he was doing better than me,
he was still hard as Kyra massaged his organ through his shorts.



   Though my finger was still buried in her pussy, I have to admit that I'd
almost forgotten about Anna as I watched BJ's hand return to Kyra's crotch.
I was proud of him, he hadn't let a small setback slow him up a bit.  She
brought my attention back when her hand burrowed into my shorts.



   I had to keep reminding myself that she was only eleven as she didn't
even hesitate, but wrapped her hand around my sticky soft cock.  And it
didn't stay soft for long.  I couldn't believe it as I felt it stirring
back to life.



   Then Anna's legs jerked and she pushed herself back against her seat as
hard as she could.  Her hand squeezed my cock a little harder than I liked
and I saw her other hand squeezing the armrest of her seat.  I grinned and
pushed my finger deeper into her tender young cunt.  "Suddenly she let out
a breathe I hadn't realized she'd been holding and yelled, "Hallelujah,
brothers and sisters." I looked around and was relieved to see that we were
the only ones in the theater.



   Kyra and BJ had frozen and were staring at us, both with their hands in
the other's shorts.  "Good movie." I told them.  "Anna just loves a good
movie."



   BJ flashed me a grin from across Kyra, and lowered his mouth onto one of
her now exposed tits.



   My cock had come fully back to life as I felt Anna's orgasm through my
fingers and Anna's hand was slowly moving up and down my shaft.  I pulled
my hand out of her shorts, reached down and pushed my own shorts down off
my hips and past my knees and let them drop and settle around my ankles.



   I put my hand on the back of Anna's neck and pulled her into a long
passionate kiss.  Her tongue seemed so small as I teased it with my own. 
When we broke, I pushed her toward my crotch.  She got the idea before I
pushed half a foot and dropped her face toward my crotch.  Still holding
the base of my cock., I felt her lips close on the head.



   I almost lost it right there, but I tried to think of something to take
my mind off that beautiful small mouth and what it was doing.  Prime
numbers, I thought as I stroked the back of her head.  1,2,3,5,7,11.  Her
hair is so soft, I thought.  It smelled like tangerines.  Numbers!  I
reminded myself, 13,17,19,23,29,31,37



   Then I made the mistake of looking to my left.  Kyra had leaned over and
had BJ's cock in her mouth.  I could see the base of his cock as her lips
worked up and down his cock.  That cock that I knew and loved.  It was too
much.  I didn't even have time to warm Anna as my semen started gushing
down the back of her throat.



   If Anna was startled by the sudden torrent, she didn't show it.  She
just kept swallowing and licking until every drop was gone.



   I glanced at BJ and he looked as spent as I felt.



   "What do you think about ditching the movie?  It's not very good, and
heading back to the gym." BJ nodded.



   I reached down and pulled Anna's head out of my lap.  Her lips seemed
reluctant to surrender their prize, shrunken as it was.  As I sat her up, I
noticed BJ doing the same with Kyra.  I leaned forward and reached down for
my shorts and pulled them back up my legs, wiggling them over my butt, then
I stood up.  I held a hand down to Anna, "C'mon." She looked a little
confused but took my hand and stood up.  Next to us, BJ offered Kyra his
hand and followed as I led us down the row, and up the aisle.



   As we passed through the lobby, I nodded at Paula and Kelly chatting at
the candy counter.  I don't know what they thought about this, but wasn't
too concerned.



   We walked up the street and I let us all into the gym.  We went around
the corner to the part of the gym that was out of sight of the front
windows.  I positioned the two girls, side by side in front of a stack of
mats and BJ and I stood in front of them.



   That was when I realized that I didn't have a clue what the movie had
been.  I assumed we had gotten past the promos and the movie had started,
but I hadn't seen anything.  I'd have to check and maybe go back.



   I turned to BJ, clicked the heels of my tennis shoes together, and bowed
slightly at the waist.  "May I have the honor."



   BJ turned toward me, Clicked his heels together and bowed even deeper.
"You may."



   I stepped up to Anna and kissed her lightly on the forehead.  I took her
arms and pulled them over her head until they were pointed at the ceiling.
Then I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and started pulling it up.  She
giggled softly as the neck of her shirt caught on her chin and I jerked it
up and the rest of the way off.



   I walked back to BJ, ignoring the topless little girl.  I took his arms
and pulled them out in front of him, elbows at his sides and palms up,
hands about six inches apart.  Then I deposited Anna's shirt on them and
turned to Kyra.  I stepped up o her and kissed her lightly on the forehead
as well.  I noticed a speck of BJ's cum on the side of her mouth and rubbed
it off with my thumb.  I pulled her arms over her head and pulled her shirt
up and off.  I took it to BJ and laid it on Anna's.



   The girls had held their positions as I did all this, so I returned to
Kyra and took her hands and moved them down so that her hands were on the
back of her head, elbows spread out to the side.  I then lightly kissed
each nipple before stepping over to Anna.  I positioned her arms like
Kyra's and kissed her nipples.



   I stepped back and admired my work.  "Pretty picture?" I said.



   "Oh yeah." BJ quickly agreed and I thought I detected a stirring in his
shorts.  Everything under my shorts had gone for an extended hibernation.



   I stepped back over to Anna and dropped to my knees in front of her.  I
grasped the waistband of her shorts and started pulled down.  As her pussy
mound was exposed, I leaned forward and gave it the lightest kiss, barely
brushing it with my lips.  I repeated the kiss on each of her knees as they
appeared.  Then when her shorts were around her ankles, I lifted her right
foot in the air and pulled her shorts off of it then kissed it.  And I
repeated with her left foot.  I stood, holding her shorts.  A tight leotard
and my earlier tactile examination doesn't leave much to the imagination,
but I still admired the picture in front of me.



   I stared for several seconds and then walked her shorts to BJ and added
them to the growing pile.  I knelt in front of Kyra and grabbed the top of
her shorts and started pulling down.  As with Anna, as her pussy mound
appeared, I leaned in and gently kissed it, letting my tongue trail against
it for just a second.  Then I kissed her knees and each of her feet as I
pulled her shorts off them.



   I stood and walked back to BJ, laying her shorts on the growing pile.



   I knelt in front of BJ and pulled his shorts down without ceremony.  His
cock was already rigid as it popped out of the elastic waistband of his
shorts and vibrated perpendicular from his pelvis.  I slid his shorts down
his legs and lifted his first foot and pulled them off.



   "You forgot something." Anna singsonged.



   I glanced over my shoulder at her and she made a kissy face, so I leaned
down and kissed BJ's foot.  I was pretty sure he blushed, but didn't look
up to find out.  I pulled his shorts off the other foot and kissed it as
well.



   I started to stand, "You forgot something else." Anna singsonged again.
As I looked back, she lifted her leg and bent her knee so that it was
pointed at me.  I shrugged and turned back to BJ and kissed each of his
knees.  I started to stand again, wondering if there was going to be one
more interruption.



   "Seems like there was one more thing." Kyra said as Anna giggled.



   "I don't think so." I said stiffly without turning.  I was staring
straight at BJ's beautiful and very stiff cock.



   "I don't think it's fair if the coach doesn't treat us all alike." Kyra
announced.



   "Yeah." Anna chimed in.



   "If you don't, we're going home." Kyra demanded.



   I knew it was a joke and a very empty threat, but there's nothing like
being forced to do what you want to do anyway.  I leaned forward and
quickly kissed the tip of BJ's cock.  I felt it throb and thought for a
second I was going to get a face full of cum.  He twitched again and a
little precum leaked out, but not the gush I was expecting.



   I stood quickly, dropped his shorts on the other clothes and turned to
face the girls.  "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Kyra asked in an
innocent sounding voice.  I gave her a quick dirty look and without
ceremony stripped off my clothes and added them to BJ's pile.



   I walked over to Anna, kissed her on the nose, lifted her up and
deposited her on the stack of mats.  I arranged her so that she was laying
flat on her back, her knees up and spread wide.  Then I did the same with
Kyra and stepped back next to BJ.



   We admired my artwork for over a minute without a word.



   "Okay, here's the plan." I said finally.  "You hold the clothes so they
don't get dirty and I'll take care of everything else." Without waiting for
an answer, I stepped forward and pressed my face into Anna's crotch.



   "The hell with that." I heard BJ say.  From the corner of my eye, I saw
him fling the clothes over his shoulder and rush toward Kyra.



   I didn't use my mouth or tongue at first, I just rubbed my face all
around Anna's pussy mound and crotch.  I even pushed my nose into her slit.
I heard soft moans coming from Kyra.  Apparently the boy was learning well.



   I nibbled on Anna's outer lips and teased her inner ones with my tongue.



   "Oh God." she moaned, so I figured I was learning too.  I drove my
tongue as deep into her pussy as I could and felt her stiffen and arch her
back.  Is there anything more rewarding than bringing joy to children.



   I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and gave her pussy slit a quick
kiss, before sitting back on my heels.  "Want to trade?" I asked BJ, whose
head was pressed into Kyra's crotch.



   It took a few seconds, but BJ sat back and nodded.  We switched
positions.  As I gazed at Kyra's inviting pussy, she teased, "I wasn't sure
if you were talking to BJ or me."



   "Well, if you really want to go lick Anna's pussy, it can be arranged."
I teased back.  Kyra blushed deeply and I pressed my face into her pussy.
My tongue immediately attacking her clitoris.  I'd drag my tongue along her
clit, then pull it back, again and again.  Her breathing was getting short,
she was taking little more than sips of air.  I lifted my face a little and
kissed her in the middle of her bush, then glanced beside me.  Anna seemed
to be enjoying the attention she was getting from BJ.



   My cock was throbbing and I decided it was time to do something about
it.



   I stood, my cock jutting out from my body proudly Kyra was laying on her
back, feet at the edge of the mat and knees in the air.  Her eyes were only
half open as she panted softly.  I thought about climbing up between those
knees, but decided to do it the easy way.  I reached forward and grabbed
her hips and pulled her toward me.  Her feet slipped off the edge of the
mat and her legs flopped down onto it.  I kept pulling until her butt was a
third off the mat as well.  When I stopped, my cock was pressing against
the bottom of her pussy slit.



   Kyra's eyes had gone from half closed to open wide.



   I leaned forward, making sure that my cock didn't go anywhere yet.  I
kissed each of her nipples and then gently on Kyra's mouth.  "Are you ready
for this?" I whispered.  Kyra nodded, but bit her lip a little in
anticipation.  I kissed her again, just with my lips and felt her teeth as
they closed over her lip.  I held the kiss and gently pushed the head of my
cock against her pussy.



   The head easily slipped past her outer lips, then her inner lips and
into her cunt.  I stopped like that, just my head inside.  Her breathing
had gotten shallow again and I stopped kissing, pulled back a little and
looked down at her.  I couldn't read the look on her face.  It seemed to be
a combination of anticipation and nervousness, but I wasn't sure, so I
asked, "Do you want me to stop?"



   Kyra didn't answer.



   Instead, she grinned and reached down with both hands, grabbed my hips
and pulled me to her.  My cock entered in one surge.  If there'd been a
hyman in there somewhere, it hadn't slowed me down any.



   I stayed there like that to give her time to get used to me.  I figured
that even if she hadn't been a virgin before, the cocks she'd had were
probably teenaged and not as long as mine.  At least I hoped they weren't
as long as mine.  I'd never been one of those guys who wanted an eight of
nine inch cock, but a guy's got to have some pride after all.



   I looked down at her again.  "You like this?" I whispered and she nodded
slowly.  "Do you want me to do anything else?"



   "Oh god, yes." she murmured.



   So I slowly pulled my cock out of her tunnel of love until the tip was
just outside her inner lips again, her vaginal muscles seemed to try to
grip it and hold it in, then I pushed it back in just a little faster.

   Beside me, BJ was still happily licking at Anna's pussy.  The eleven
year old was laying on her back, eyes completely closed and a very
satisfied look on her face.  Both seemed unaware that Kyra and I had gone
to the next level.



   I pumped my cock in and out of Kyra's pussy again.  I wanted to fuck her
to her orgasm and still be hard enough to fuck her again.  I told myself
that I had the experience and maturity to hold out.  But I didn't think
that was going to happen.  I was as excited as if I was twelve again
myself. I fucked her again and again.  I could feel my orgasm building and
wondered if I could hold on.



   Beside me, Anna had grabbed BJ by the back of the head and seemed to be
trying to pull his head into her tiny pussy.  She was breathing fast and
hard, and I could hear her murmuring, "Oh Gd.  Oh God, oh God." softly to
herself.  I wondered why everyone got religion at this point.



   I drove my cock deep into Kyra's cunt.  Each stroke bringing me closer
to release.  "I'm almost there." I warned her softly.



   "So am I." she moaned.  "Don't stop now."



   I wanted to bring the little girl off and tried to hold on, but I knew I
was so dam close.  I drove my cock deep into her again and tried to think
about anything.  To focus my mind off the feeling that was building at the
base of my favorite appendage.  The square root of ten.  At the moment I
didn't even remember what a square root was.  I drove my cock forward
again. I felt like I was reaching deep into her womb.  The Gettysburg
Address.  `Four score and seven years ago...', who the hell cared about
some thing 87 years ago.  I drove home another stroke.  Kyra's hands on my
hips tried to pull me deeper.



   Next to us, I was aware that Anna was having her own orgasm and that
made it impossible to concentrate on anything but young flesh.



   I pulled back one last time, I knew I was going over the edge and
nothing could stop me.  As my cock drove forward, Kyra chanted, "That's it,
that's it, that's..." she took a deep breath and seemed almost paralyzed as
my cock buried itself in her and my cum started coating her insides.  I
felt like fireworks were going off in my groin.  And I'm not talking a
couple of sparklers and a cherry bomb or two.  I mean the big fireworks
show that they put on in big city parks.  "...IT!" Kyra yelled and I could
feel her body shudder beneath me.  The fireworks spread to my head as I
collapsed on the young girl.

   I opened my eyes and looked down at the girl beneath me.  "Hi." was all
I could think to say.



   "That was so awesome." she said back and kissed me.



   "It was incredible." I told her and meant it.  I slowly became aware of
the rest of the world.  Anna was sitting up on one elbow staring at us.  BJ
was standing up, his face smeared with Anna's juices and his mouth hanging
open.  I also became aware that BJ was still hard and realized that he was
the only one who hadn't found release yet.



   I stood up, keeping my crotch pressed against Kyra's, so that my limp
little cock was still trapped in her pussy.



   I was about to suggest a solution for BJ when Anna asked, "Am I next?"



   "You're too young to lose your cherry." Kyra said cattily.



   "Too late.  I already lost it." Anna said smugly.



   "You did not." Kyra said in disbelief.  She pushed herself up onto her
elbow and stared at the other girl.



   Anna just smiled.



   "When?  Who?  Why didn't you tell me?" Kyra demanded.



   "A month ago." Anna said, then in a little girl voice added, "I didn't
tell you, cause I thought you might get mad.  I wanted to."



   "Why would I get mad." Kyra asked, confused.



   "It was Ricky."



   "Ricky?" Kyra shouted in shock.  "My brother Ricky?" Anna nodded.



   I knew Ricky.  He had picked Kyra up after gymnastics a few times.  He
was sixteen.



   "Did he make you?" Kyra asked suspiciously.



   "No." Anna said definitely.  "Well, yes.  Well, kinda."



   "What happened?" Anna demanded.



   "Remember about a month ago when I was spending the night, and your mom
had to take you back to school to talk to Mrs.  Shulty?" Kyra nodded. 
"Well I got bored and went to Ricky's room to see what he was doing.  He
was at his computer looking at some porn on the internet.  And I started
teasing him about it.  And about the big bulge in his jeans.  And it just
kind of happened.



   "It just kind of happened." Kyra repeated.  "Your clothes just kind of
fell off and his dick just kind of landed in your cunt."



   "Sort of." Anna answered meekly.



   I wasn't sure it Kyra was mad at her friend or just joking, so I decided
to defuse the situation.



   "Young Lady." I said in my very best professional coach/responsible
adult voice.  "I would be very concerned about you losing your virginity
with an older boy.  A sixteen year old boy..."



   "Seventeen." Kyra and Anna corrected together.



   "...A boy six years older than you." I continued.  "If it weren't for
the fact that my cock is buried in the boy's little sister's cunt right
now. I owe you a stern lecture." I finished.

   "Yes sir." Anna said meekly.  "Are you going to lecture Kyra about
losing her cherry to an old guy?" Anna asked with a grin.



   "No, but I'll lecture her about having sex with a young stud." I said,
grinning back.  I leaned down and whispered in Kyra's ear, "You ready for
the steel rod BJ's got?"



   Kyra glanced at BJ's crotch and giggled.  "You just want to go have your
way with Anna, now that you know she'll put out." she whispered back.



   "You got that right." I agreed in a normal voice.



   "You child molester." she accused.



   "You child." I accused back as I slipped my cock out of her pussy.  I
couldn't believe that I was starting to get hard again.



   I walked over to BJ, stepped behind him and guided him toward Kyra's
waiting pussy.  My half hard cock was rubbing against his ass, but I don't
think that either of the girls realized it.  BJ did, and I could see his
cock twitch, though from the feel of my cock on his ass crack or
anticipation of Kyra, I didn't know.



   I reached around hin and grabbed his cock by the base and aimed it at
Kyra's slit.  "You ready for this?" BJ nodded vigorously.  I don't think he
could have talked if he wanted to.  I pushed against BJ' with my pelvis and
my well lubricated cock which had gotten hard rubbing against his ass
slipped down along his crack instead of between his tightly clenched
cheeks. As I pushed, the head of his cock disappeared into Kyra's pussy.



   "You know," I said, "This is only your second date.  It's really too
soon for this."



   "Fuck that." Kyra said and reached up, grabbed BJ by the hips like she
had me and pulled him into her.



   "Kyra, you owe me twenty sit-ups for the language." I said, we had a
rule.



   "Later." she moaned as she pulled BJ down on top of her, enjoying the
feeling of his four inches buried inside of her.  I wondered if BJ had cum
when he entered her, but didn't know.  I figured that if he hadn't, he
would soon.  And if he had, he'd get hard fast and do her right.



   I stepped back from BJ, my cock snapping upright when his ass no longer
held it down.  I stepped over in front of Anna.  I climbed up so that I was
on my hands and knees above her.  My knees between her thighs and my hands
on the mat next to her shoulders, and my cock pointing straight down at her
treasure.  "So you're not a virgin anymore?" I asked, looking down at her.



   "Nope." she confirmed.



   "I'm not sure I believe you." I said.



   "You don't?"



   "Fortunately, there is a test for this sort of thing." I grabbed her
shoulder and rolled toward Kyra, We finished almost exactly reversed.  I
was on my back and Anna was on her hands and knees over me.  Except her
knees were outside my legs, instead of inside.  "If you're not a virgin,
what are you going to do with a flagpole pointed at your cunt?" I asked
with a devious smile.



   "I'll think of something." she said and started lowering her pussy
toward my cock.



   My cock started poking at her tiny pussy, and I wondered if she was
going to have a problem, but with one big push, she enveloped me.  As she
straddled me, sitting on her knees, with a damn shit-eating grin on her
face, I decided to tease her a little.  "So just how many cocks have you
had in there?" I asked.



   "Just two." she giggled.  "Yours and Ricky's."



   "And how many times has Ricky done this?" Next to me I saw Kyra's ears
pick up at this question, even while BJ pistoned away like an old steam
engine.

   "Just the once." she said with a sigh.  "He's kind of a jerk." She had
started moving her pussy around my cock, almost in a stirring motion
instead of up and down.



   "Amen to that." Kyra agreed, even as BJ came to his climax and collapsed
against her.



   "Did he blow you off?" I asked.



   "Sort of.  When his friends are around, he doesn't even know I'm alive.
But when I'm over at Kyra's house and he's alone, he hints about doing it
again."



   "I'll cut his dick off." Kyra said.



   "You'll stay out of it, unless Anna asks for help." I told her strongly.
But if you need help, ask Kyra or me.  Especially if he starts getting
pushy."



   "Okay." she said in a little girl voice as she started bouncing up and
down on my cock.  Then, "His cock may be bigger, but I like you and BJ
better."



   "Thanks." I Said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.  It was a
blow to my ego to know that Kyra's seventeen year old brother had a bigger
cock that mine.  Size doesn't matter, I told myself.  Size doesn't matter.



   Then Anna started getting religion again.  "Oh god." she moaned. 
"That's so good.  So damn good.  I'mmmmm..." she sucked in a lung full of
air, then relaxed, "...cumming." she sighed.



   I rolled Anna off me to the side and my cock still stood proudly like
the flagpole at Iwo Jima.  I smiled over at Kyra, "Your turn."



   Kyra giggled and rolled BJ off to her other side and then crawled over
to me.  On her knees, she straddled me, the tip of my cock pressed against
her pussy.  "I suppose you want me to do all the work?"

   I put my hands behind my head and looked up at her.  "I'm an old man. 
Anna said so."



   Kyra giggled and lowered herself onto me.  "You're a dirty old man, is
what you are.  I suppose next you'll be giving candy to me and Anna."



   "Never." I protested.  "As your coach I don't want you eating a lot of
candy."



   Kyra stuck her tongue out at me, then lifted herself almost off my cock
and sat down again.  Hard!  She grinned and did it again.  I wasn't sure if
this was sex or Friday night wrestling.



   As she sat for the third time, I reached up and captured her neck and
pulled her face to me and kissed her.  "I may be at you mercy now." I said
after a few seconds, "But I am the one who decides how many sit-ups you
do." I kissed her again.



   "Did I mention, that I'm thinking of switching to basketball." she
teased.  Then she stuck her tongue out and left it there as she lowered her
mouth onto mine again.



   I bit it softly and she pulled back.  "Did I mention that I know the
basketball coach at the middle school."



   "Meanie." she accused as she started to grind her crotch against mine.



   "I'm gonna cum." I warned after a couple of minutes.



   "Not before I do." she threatened.



   My balls must have believed her because as she kept pumping herself on
my cock, I stayed hard and ready until I heard her breathing start to get
ragged and I knew she was on the edge too.  I started pushing my pelvis up
to meet hers coming down.  Trying to push my cock deeper and deeper into
the little girl.  Then I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.



   "I'm cumming." I yelled.  As I pushed deep inside her again.

   "I'm already there." Kyra moaned.



   My balls tightened and the first gush of semen coated her insides.



   Kyra lay down on my chest, my stubby tool still buried in her toy box.
Anna had propped herself up on her elbow and was watching us.  BJ lay on
his back between us, panting with a slightly glazed look in his eyes.



   It had been a great afternoon.



   I was thinking about suggesting that we get up, get dressed, and go do
something, when a wicked gleam appeared in Anna's eye.



   "You know, to be fair, you have to do me again." she murmured.  "After
all, you did Kyra twice."



   "I think that can be arranged." I agreed.  I lifted my head and kissed
Kyra on her forehead.



   Kyra giggled and rolled off me, her cunt releasing my spent tool with an
almost inaudible plop.  She wiggled over BJ and whispered to Anna.  I
watched as their nipples rubbed together, and felt my cock stir again.  I
was thinking about naming it Craftsman.  It was a very reliable tool.



   Anna was grinning and made an effort, not completely successful to have
a straight face as she said, "You do want to be fair don't you?"



   "Of course I do." I agreed.  "I said I was going to fuck you again."



   "Not just me." she said, losing the battle not to grin.  "To be fair,
you have to fuck BJ too."



   I couldn't have asked for a better suggestion, but I pretended to be
shocked.  "Did you notice that BJ's a boy?"

   "I sure noticed." Kyra said, reaching down and rubbing her pussy.



   "Soooo." Anna said.  "You say that you treat all you students alike. 
Kyra, BJ, and I are all your students.  You fucked Kyra twice.  You fucked
me.  You can't leave BJ out."



   "Besides, you already kissed his pecker." Kyra added.



   I glanced down and saw that BJ was hard.  I didn't have to look to know
I was too.  I shrugged.



   I scooted down off the end of the mats and stood up.  Then I pulled BJ
down, turning him over as I did, so that he ended standing in front of the
mats with his chest laying on them.  I stuck a finger into the air
dramatically, then sucked on it.  I lowered my hand onto BJ's ass, my
finger still extended.  Then I pushed my lubricated finger between his
cheeks to the entrance of his ass.  I teased at his rectum, then pushed my
finger in to the second knuckle.  BJ tensed, but didn't complain.  I fucked
his ass with my finger several times, then pulled it out.



   "How's that?" I asked the girls.



   "That's not what you used on me." Anna scolded.



   "Me either." Kyra agreed.



   I tried to look resigned.  "Okay.  Anna come suck on my cock and get it
ready." She wiggled off the mats and onto the floor, then knee walked over
in front of me and took my cock into her mouth without another word. 
"Kyra, get BJ ready."



   Kyra sat up and looked straight at me.  "What do you want me to do?"