Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 10:53:16 -0400
From: Rod888man <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naked Yoga

				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