The Gymnast

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Part 1 of 2

The boy stood before me drenched in sweat. His blonde hair stuck to his head, his cheeks were red, and his young body bulged with veins, muscle and sinew.

"Will I keep these on or take em' off?" He asked with a smug grin, pulling at his tight red shorts. They were the only bit of fabric on his body at this point.

I cleared my throat, pretending that I'd hardly noticed him standing there and shrugged.

"Whatever, man" I said as nonchalantly as I could muster, and grabbed him one of the smaller towels.

He took it from my hand, and dropped his shorts to his ankles. When he stood back up, he took his time wrapping the towel around his strong waist, and I couldn't help but stare at the plump pole between his legs.

There wasn't a hair on the boy's body. He looked as though he'd had every one of them lasered off. I swallowed a lump in my throat as he tightened the towel and smirked at me.

"Are we gonna' do it here, or what?" He asked and I had to pull myself back to earth.

"Uh... No" I half laughed, "you can follow me".

His name was Parker, and from what I could gather, he was the youngest member of the gymnast team. I'd been working with them for the last ten years, and my job entailed some exciting stuff. I was head of physio, which afforded me some intimate privacy with the men on the team. Naturally, I had always remained professional, but that didn't mean I couldn't fantasise.

I massaged mostly. Working out the kinks and creases for injured teammates. It was an important job, and they paid me well for it, but all the payment I could ever need was following me into the massage room.

"Most guys get undressed in the changing room" I laughed, and pointed to the massage bed, "you can hop up there when you're ready".

The boy was eighteen and fresh-faced. He was as handsome as they come, with bright features and a youthful arrogance that turned me on more than I'd like to admit. He was a little shorter than me, but thick with muscle.

"I guess I'm not like most guys" Parker whispered as he strolled by me, and I was sure there was more to his words than met the eye.

I could feel myself sweat, but remained professional as usual. I watched as the young man pulled himself onto the massage table and lay on his stomach.

"Like this?" He asked, and I nodded.

His toned back relaxed as he exhaled got comfortable.

I was glad that he was face down. The bulge in my pants had suddenly become quite visible, and so I had to fix it before beginning.

I'd turned forty a week previous, and the majority of the gymnasts were in their late twenties so it had been quite a while since I'd seen a body of such beauty before me. I rubbed my face to wake myself up, and grabbed the oils.

"This will feel a bit cold" I warned him, and drained a small bottle down his spine. He didn't move a muscle.

His skin was warm and smooth as I pushed my fingers deep into his flesh. I could feel the tension instantly, and pushed my slick palms into his tight muscles, he groaned.

"You seem stressed" I told him, applying pressure to his broad shoulders, he grunted in response.

I ran my wet hands down his spine, massaging the oil into him as his breathing became heavy. My favourite part of every massage was when they melted at my touch, and Parker was melting perfectly.

I reached the edge of his towel. His plump ass curved sensually underneath, but I stopped shy of caressing him any further, and slid my hands around his sides.

Parker lifted his arms slightly, and with the flick of a wrist, his towel opened and his smooth, flawless rump was bared. My eyes widened.

"Im a bit tight" he breathed, and I could hear him smile, "mind loosening me up, Chief?"

Everyone called me Chief, but it sounded almost erotic when Parker said it. I couldn't take my eyes off his backside, and once again my cock bulged.

"I... I uh..." I wiped my brow with the back of my hand, "I don't normally do that" I told him, unsure why I wasn't already squeezing his buns.

"But now you will" he said without turning back to me, "won't you, Chief?"

My hands led my brain. My fingers trailed his perfect ass, my hands groped him, and I squeezed and spread them apart until the most beautiful, pink hole I'd ever seen appeared between his cheeks.

Parker moaned softly as I continued kneading his flesh and peeking at his tight, wrinkled opening at every opportunity.

"Have you ever used a different technique?" He asked through groans, and part of me felt a flash of annoyance. Nobody had ever complained about my massages.

"No" I told him, and squeezed his bottom a little harder.

"You should try it with your mouth" he whispered, and I couldn't contain it anymore. I grabbed my cock through my grey pants and squeezed, shivering with pleasure as I did.

"M... My mouth?" I asked, and he sniffed with laughter.

"Yeah, Chief" he said, "get your tongue up my asshole".

His head was buried in his arms and he spoke into his shoulder. The smug young man hadn't even turned to look at me, yet he was issuing me orders like he owned me. Oh how I wish he did.

"A... Are you sure?" I asked nervously, my eyes burning his wet, shining ass.

"Did I stutter?" He grunted, and I realised that I was the one melting now.

Nobody had ever spoken to me like that before, least of all a teenage boy. I squeezed my cock again, and gently parted his cheeks once more.

It was the most inviting asshole I'd ever laid eyes on. It felt like it was calling my name, and slowly I leaned forward and inhaled his scent.

He was musky and sweaty, but sweet and delicious at the same time. I ran my tongue across the smooth, soft ring and felt it quiver against me. Parker moaned.

"Get it inside, Chief" he grunted, "you're going to worship me like I deserve to be worshipped. Head to fucking toe".