Still others would timidly approach me after gym class and ask me over to their houses.Still others would timidly approach me after gym class and ask me over to their houses. They'd cook up some pretense, some game, that would have us undressing in front of each other. Too young to know better, I had quite the trade in showing curious youngsters what grown-up privates looked like. Boys with their little pinkies would stare in wide-eyed amazement at this seemingly monstrous thing. It was in the same place as theirs, but surely I must have some disease or error of birth that made it so big. It got bigger when people looked at it, and I worried that I might injure myself when blood filled it until it shined (as when other boys would touch it). I still wasn't tuned in to knowing what sexual pleasure was. I did find myself dreaming, more than once, that Andy would ask me over to his house after gym class. We'd go up to his room, close the door, and play strip poker until we were both in our underwear. We'd make that last deal to show all, and there he'd be, that pretty boy, showing a stiff dick even bigger than mine. I attached no emotion to this dream, and didn't even make the connection that it was a sex fantasy. I squeezed my eyelids tight to bring myself back from my reverie. The shimmering shower tiles came back into focus. I sighed, and headed with my bag to my corner locker. A few minutes later, I emerged in full battle dress, ready to get with the program. The membership included a few hours with a trainer, and I had one to myself. Brian was a nice enough guy, with biceps the diameter of my skull, and he was patient and understanding. "I know you haven't worked out before," he intoned, "so we'll start you off easy. You'll build some endurance on the bike, the rower and the climber--use whatever's free, but don't push yourself." I snickered to myself as I realized I was now paying to use the same gear I sold in my driveway over the past year. Brian showed me to the bike first, and that's when I realized that this wasn't going to be like working out on the Sears KoreaCycle. |