Rubbing Cocks With A Gymnast

When I found out the gymnastics world championships were going to take place in my hometown, I immediately signed up to volunteer at the men’s event.
Let’s be honest here. Gymnastics is a fascinating display of skill and grace and discipline, but as far as I’m concerned, the best part is the pumped-up sweaty guys grunting and flexing their massive muscles as they show off their astounding strength. And this event would feature the strongest in the world, dozens of guys between the ages of 18 and 33 from all around the world, all competing to show off how much manly power was in their swollen, corded muscles. And, I know it’s a stereotype, but I figured that unlike most events featuring very muscular guys, there was actually a chance some of them might be gay. It was going to take place over a week and a half at the beginning of October, but as a 27-year-old graduate student with a pretty flexible schedule, I knew I could devote all of my time to it.
The first two days of the event were the women’s qualifying rounds, so I had those days off. When the first day of the men’s event finally arrived, I showed up before dawn and checked in to get my ID and find out my assigned post. I’d been hoping for a position that would let me watch some of the guys up close, and I wasn’t disappointed. I’d be right on the floor of the arena, keeping track of the German team as they went through the rotation. Scanning the names, I also noticed that one of my absolute favorites was in the group: Niklaus Myerson, a gorgeous 33-year old with blond hair that he carefully “carelessly” spiked up and a take-no-prisoners attitude that really appealed to...