I grew up with four older brothers and an older sister. My brothers got into wrestling, so I did a lot of wresting around as a kid. I went to a lot of my older brothers' wrestling matches. It was okay, but being the smallest of the brothers, I lost all the time. So I didn't get into wrestling. But at least I learned to be fast and agile to get away from my older brothers who wanted to wrestle.
I was a pretty early bloomer. At twelve I was starting puberty. When I started seventh grade, my friends were still smooth and hairless down there, but I wasn't. I had a growing patch of pubes, my dick was bigger and longer, and I had bigger balls. I was the biggest boy in those ways in all of my gym class in seventh grade - only eighth grade boys were bigger or had more pubes. I was also beating off regularly. I was lean and wiry, and very agile. I was sucking my own dick every day. Not all the way, I had to breathe, but I could do it. And boy, did I ever do it. It felt amazing. I could only get about half of the head in my mouth, but it sure felt great. When I started squirting stuff, it felt even better. I loved the taste of it, and the feel of it.
I soon found out I was a natural gymnast. All the squirming away from my older brothers and the speed I developed getting away from them, and the flexibility from sucking myself off really paid off. By the middle of seventh grade I had joined the gymnastics team. Some kids had been doing gymnastics since they were kids, but I was just beginning to learn. But I was pretty good and I really liked it. I made a couple new friends on the team. By this time, I was nearly thirteen and very developed for my age. And I was attracted to the other boys. I was worried about being gay, but I hoped I would soon like girls. It was a huge turn-on to touch and handle the other guys as we stretched and worked out. I'd get so hard!
Over the summer, as my older brothers went to summer wrestling camps, I went to my first gymnastics camp. It was eight weeks at a huge hotel in a big city that had a big gym next door to it. Two guys shared a room together. I was assigned a room with a guy named Randy from almost the other side of the state. He was the same age as me, but slightly smaller. We were also workout buddies, so we practiced with each other, stretched with each other, ate with each other, and slept with each other. There were showers connected to the gym, but almost no one used them. Most of us changed and showered in our rooms.
Randy was a nice guy and we got along great. He wasn't as developed as I was, but he had hit puberty, no doubt. When you sleep, eat, stretch, work out, and practice with a guy, you know a lot about him. Especially about his body. I mean, we touched each other almost all day every day, doing stretches and spotting and helping. So Randy and I were around each other from waking up to going to sleep, all day, every day. No wonder we became really good friends.
I knew Randy had something nice in his pants. We wore gym-style shorts for the most part, but we also wore unitards during actual practice and lessons. And mandatory cups. But sharing a room, and taking showers in that room, we saw a lot of each other. He was nice looking from hair to feet. I liked his medium-brown hair, and the way he wore it. I liked his round face, his nice brown eyes, his cute nose, his nice lips, everything about his face. He had a great body, too. He was lean but not skinny, and had nice long legs and arms with good muscles, and a really nice butt. Man, sometimes his butt looked incredible! Especially in his unitard! And in these one shorts that were yellow with blue seam stripes that were tight enough to really hug his ass. And he had a package that really filled the front of almost everything he wore. Seeing him up close every day, and touching him almost all day long almost every day, man, he got me hot!
Weekdays were all about the same. We'd wake up and get dressed in our gear, then had breakfast in the cafeteria with all the other guys. Then we'd go across the street to the gymnasuim and do stretching and then practice. Then lunch with all the guys in the hotel cafeteria as usual. Then more practice and lessons and observation in the afternoon, and then the classes were over.
We'd all go back to our rooms. He would take a shower first, and come out dressed in street clothes. Then I would take my shower and beat off during it. I would leave the bathroom in my street clothes, we'd watch some TV, then we had dinner with the guys in the cafeteria as usual. After dinner, we hung around with some guys for a while, playing video games in the arcade or stuff for an hour or so, maybe more. Then we'd go back to our room and watch TV until we went to bed. We had to be in our room by ten, because one of the coaches would call by then to make sure we were. Then they would walk the halls to make sure we didn't leave our rooms.
Of course, showers were the only private time we had, other than using the john. So I beat off in the shower every day after practice. Judging by how long Randy's showers were, he was too.
At first, I slept in a pair of jogging shorts at night, with underwear under them.
