NAKED YOGA
Nate smiled when he saw Bill Deighnty on his afternoon schedule. What a misnomer. Bill at six feet seven inches and 260 pounds was hardly dainty. He had played on Michigan's winning team in the Rose Bowl and Nate smiled when he recalled the conversation they had when he first came to the office as a patient. He had asked him why he didn't turn pro and Bill's answer was, "I didn't want my hands stepped on any more and I was really eager to get more music training. Besides a gay harpist would be more acceptable in a symphony orchestra than a queer tight end in an NFL locker room." Nate always enjoyed his visits. Bill was bright, funny and usually had some interesting scuttlebutt about the orchestra. He referred to himself as "the loosest tight end in town."
He was sitting in the examining table with a sheet over his legs when Nate came in. "I'm so sorry to hear about your wife. I would have been to the funeral but the orchestra has been on a three week European tour and I just got back. She couldn't have been over fifty, what happened?"
"A blood vessel in her brain burst and she was dead in an hour. Thank God her only suffering was a terrific headache for a couple of minutes and then she lost consciousness. I got through the funeral OK but I'm up to my knees in alligators with all the stress of taking care of her estate, my practice, writing thank you notes and running the house. I had no idea how many bills and stuff to take care of comes with owning a house. She of course handled all of that. Stress doesn't usually get me but for the first time in my life I'm having trouble sleeping. But enough of my problems, let's get to yours."
"Well, I've got this rash down where the sun don't shine. Had it about a week and it's getting worse. And don't look at me that way. What with travel, rehearsals, and performances I haven't had the time to fool around. I have been able to work out almost every day and that's been about all the free time I've had." Nate had him lie on his back on the examining table, removed the sheet, spread his legs and breathed a sigh of relief.
Nate: "Whew, that's a relief. I was worried about herpes but you have tinea cruris. The colloquial term is jock itch and a more vulgar term is crotch rot. Next trip take two jocks or more so you can use a clean one with each workout. I'll check my sample closet but I think I can give you enough fungicidal cream to avoid a trip to the drugstore." Dr. Nate came back a minute later carrying five small tubes of the cream and proceeded to rub some in to the infected skin: the scrotum, base of the penis, behind the scrotum and the crotch per se. All the touching and rubbing gave Bill a major hardon, and what a cock it was. At least nine inches long with a big flaring glans.
Bill, noting the large bulge in the doctor's pants, said, "I think I might be able to lead you to some stress relief. It's a yoga class and it has been a great stress reliever for me and should help you too. It meets Thursday night and I'll pick you up at 7:30. By the way, it's clothing optional but you've seen so many naked people in your life that it shouldn't bother you to put the shoe on the other foot"
They entered the yoga studio thru the back parking lot door that opened into the changing room. Bill got naked and the doc noted his rash was already fading. Nate stripped down to Jockeys and a T shirt. The studio floor was padded with a clean sheet covering. There were four men there already, all naked as jay birds....Whoa! Holy Moses, one was his minister! Two more arrived a few minutes later. One was nude and the other had on only a pair of boxer shorts. The yoga master, a slight older man of oriental descent, entered thru a side door, sat cross legged in front of the class which was sitting in a circle, and said, "I see we have two new pupils. Welcome. To you I point out that this class has been in session for over twenty years and it has continued because it helps students in both mind and body, it is a selective class, and most importantly, what transpires here stays here. There will be forty five minutes of exercise followed by two twenty minute massage sessions when you and your partner exchange massages.
He stumbled along with the exercises but having never been introduced to yoga and having a forty year old body that hadn't done any stretching since the high school track team workouts, he did indeed stumble. By halfway into the session he had shed his skivvies and he noted that almost all the students had boners. He had to peek at the minister whose penis was on the small side but was vertical, lying flat in his belly and obviously quite hard.Finally the instructor rang a little bell and said, "today your massage partner will be, ah three to the left." That turned out to be a nice looking blonde guy who looked to be about thirty.
His partner introduced himself as Phil, stretched out on his back, displayed a hard uncircumsized penis and said, "My legs can use a bit of working over so let's start there." After about ten minutes he said, "OK, I definitely want to cum before the bell rings, so please suck my little friend now." Nate looked around and saw about an equal number of oral and manual pecker massages going on. He reached down and retracted the foreskin of Phil's not so little friend and proceeded to suck. As his first time fellator he didn't know it but he was going to be spoiled because a well cared for uncut cock has a special and quite nice taste. He had read three or four times, and jacked off to each time, a remarkable fifteen part essay on sucking a cock on the internet. He used a few of the tricks that seemed reasonable and in a few minutes before ding dong time Phil began to moan, his legs stuck out rigidly and he said, "Hey, man, you suck like a pro and you're gonna make me cum real quick." Nate wasn't ready to try a load in his mouth so he switched to stroking Phil with a baby oiled fist. Within seconds Phil's back arched and streams of semen began to squirt, some landing on his belly, some on his chest and finally streaming over his cockhead and down Nate's hand. They used some tissues to wipe up the goo and switched positions before the bell rang.
"You seemed to enjoy that," said Nate, "so I guess I'd like the same." Phil teased him a bit by massaging his calves, then his thighs and intermittently lightly and briefly stroking his cock and 'nads. Phil watched the wall clock and with ten minutes to go descended to Nate scrotum and began licking and sucking his balls. That only lasted a couple of minutes before he took almost all of Nate's eight inches into his mouth. He started sucking gently but after a few minutes he gradually ramped up the pressure of his lips and tongue. The speed of his sucking increased too and Nate soon felt the sensitivity of his dick begin to magnify along with the sense of tightness in his groin that signaled his approaching orgasm. He warned Phil, but his oral onslaught continued to escalate. "Ah, jeez, I'm almost there.... I'm close..... close....AAAAARRRRRGHHHHHhhhhhh, O, O, O, o,o,o,o,ooooooh, Shit!" Phil was working hard swallowing Nate's cumload and his swallowing was doing a magnificent number on Nate's organ. The cum kept zzzzipping through Nate's cock and that from the inside and Phil'smouth working from the outside gave Nate the climax of his life.
TO BE CONTINUED