Safe to say the nimble Harper dominated the class. He was so good, his teacher cursed god that he was not a girl. They did love him because the moms and cute 20 year olds stayed in class months later than they usually do just to watch the beautiful Harper perform as if he was their secret entertainment. He thrived in that intimate setting because he knew everyone. He did this for a year. He would work at Femboyworld in the afternoon and do gymnastics at night. Soon it was just him and five other people coming to that class but his joy never wavered.
So imagine his happiness when we announced Femboy Gymnastics. Harper was the very first in line to sign up. My father had a damn near heart attack when he watched Harper perform for the first time. We all thought he was a natural and maybe he was. But, once you learned how hard he trained for a year in that small gymnastics gym, you knew how much work he put in. Floor routine was the same and he made other femboys fall to their knees in awe at what he was doing.
Of course, we had to make our own events catered to FemboyWorld. The first was Pole routine. It is exactly what you think it is, a femboy will be performing on a stripper pole. Harper found the grip strength to be similar to the High bars so that was an easy transition.
report The last event is the chair routine. Harper utilized the balance he developed on beam and the dancing on floor, to be the absolute best in this event. The lucky studs sitting in that chair, who were part of the judges, got the performance of their life when they were matched with Harper.
There was just a little problem. During the first show we put on for Femboy Gymnastics, Harper sort of folded. He was wonderful but nothing like in practice. Fortunately for us, one of our former femboys who returned from college became a psychologist. He was more than willing to work with Harper. They worked past his anxiety and his fear of failure. He taught Harper how to block out his thoughts of comparing himself to his parents and sister.
Slowly but surely, Harper shined. Each event he increased his scores. In each event, no other femboy could come close to his score. Harper had only himself to beat. Whether it was past Harper or present Harper. And his love for femboy gymnastics could be seen in every move he pulled off. What helped him in femboy gymnastics was the same that helped him in that small gym. The setting and the people were always the same.
So now, Harper was just thrust upon the world for them to drool at his greatness. And I only have myself to blame for why Harper tried to run away. The lights of the opening ceremony were way too bright. I only have Cole to thank who unknowingly subdued a lot of the anxiety he was feeling at the time. Harper instantly found an anchor in that tunnel waiting to walk around SOFI stadium. Harper probably would have flown back home if it was not for him.
“We are here, Harper,” My contact said as he dropped Harper and Cole off at the KIA Forum during the second day of Femboy Wrestling.
“We should go in,” Cole said still holding Harper’s hand.
Harper only looked out the window toward the Forum. His finger twitched at the sight of his face and other Femboys on an advertisement banner on the Forum.
“We should go. Silver’s match against Emil is about to start,” Cole said as he turned on his phone and streamed the match.
Harper pretended like he was not listening but his ears were as attentive as ever listening to the commentators. Then when the play by play commentator “Deuce” said, “He’s in pain,” Harper snatched the phone from Cole and watched Silver wither in pain.
Harper rushed out of the car and into the Forum. Cole’s Olympic speed was no match for Harper’s need to see his friend.
The steward stopped Harper because he did not have his credentials on him and said, “You cannot enter.”
Harper pointed up at the ceiling where there was another banner of his face on it and said, “I’m on the fucking banner! Let me in!” So un-femboy like but I forgive Harper in this case.
The steward popped a boner in his pants at all the memories springing to his head when Harper was on the “Formula Fuck” ride in E-Boy Island. His boner was also due to how hot Harper looked when he was mad.
“You… you can go in Harper Cherry,” The steward bumbled as his eyes were glued to Harper’s ass as he bypassed him.
“Thanks, man,” Cole said as he presented his and Harper’s credentials just for insurance.
Harper busted through every door and cut every corner to get down to the floor.
“Harper’s here,” Riley said to me as I eyed Harper right down the eyes as he took his first step on the floor of the arena.
The only thing Harper would not tell me was what he said to Silver when he approached him on the bench. All Silver said was that Harper told him, “I was about to quit. But I am here for you and everyone else. Go out there and win and show them how great you are, baby.” Among other things. It was a rather long conversation. I had to tell the ref to relax and let the two have their moment.
You all know the rest of the day. Silver lost, then won bronze in his next match. Silver brought some friends and alphas over to his apartment to celebrate his bronze medal. Silver was perfectly happy being a pillow prince for the night because of his twisted ankle.
Now it was time to get Harper ready for his event tomorrow.
“I’m going to sit in this chair and you will do your routine right now,” I said to Harper alone in his hotel room.
“Why? I am ready.” Harper replied.
“I was close to subbing in Andrew and if I had a right mind I should sub in Andrew regardless. He has been practicing because of your absence.”
“Fuck it,” Harper began his routine. He was good. He got me hard. But he was not good enough. The talent has gotten way better over the past couple of months. He cannot just walk into the gym and win any more. Even if Harper may tell himself that.
“5,” I announce my score to Harper.
Harper scoffed and did his routine again. This time with a little bit more humph out of spite for me.
“5.5.” Harper groaned but he knew I was right. I mean, it was a 6.5 but you understand what I am doing.
“I want Cole here. Let me practice in front of him,” Harper said.
I rolled my eyes and allowed Harper to call Cole. He was like a hungry puppy coming to his love the moment Harper called. He was there by the time Harper threw the phone on the bed.
I opened the door and saw his handsome face craving to see Harper. I smirked and said, “Welcome.”
Cole walked right to Harper and they kissed as if they had not seen each other in years.
“Son, sit in the chair and Harper will practice his chair routine on you,” I said breaking up their kiss.
“Dreams do come true,” Cole said as he rubbed his hands together and popped a squat.
Harper began his routine. Fuck, they are in love. Femboys rarely fall in love. But, Harper’s in love. By the end, I got hard again and now I know how much Cole can cum without his hands.
At the end, Harper tilted his head at me as if to say, “Score?”