Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2024 17:29:28 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: 'YoGA MaT' 19 % This work of fiction is set in the format of real-world situations. Identifying details to real people, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental in nature. If a character from this story happens to have the same first name, use it to your advantage and put yourself in his place. % The author is not responsible for leakage :) % Countries have various rules regarding reading or viewing `adult material'. It is up to you, the reader, to research this subject, abiding by laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain 'adult material', intended for an `adult audience.' Bypass this warning at your own risk! % If sexual scenes involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if dude-to-dude sex & related stuff makes you wanna barf or is gonna screw up your mind, you should not read this story. % Sexual safety matters. Guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection and I don't mean going out and hiring a security guard...unless he gives your nuts and bolt a jolt :) % Hey dudes, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have over the years, consider adding some $upport for `internet $pace' or else I will have to start cutting handsome, hairy or steamy characters out of my stories. Do you dare imagine a story without any tops, cops, dads, BeaRs or otters? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html % Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m :) 'YoGA MaT' 19 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % The loneliness began to drive Logan batty. Home alone, in his room, he could not stand the place where he spent much of his time since the accident. At times he would feel like a prisoner in his own living space, but boredom had its way of making things better. He knew most guys were out of his league, being 'tied' to a wheelchair, which is why he gave up on internet connections. Right after the accident, after the doctors' assessment, after he was enrolled in physical therapy, after this, that and another thing, Logan once again tried his luck at fishing on the net. First cast of the reel, he had found a friend. Not just a friend, a 'gay' friend, who messaged he was okay with a guy who could not walk. They had chatted for about two months and then his secret pal went offline, 'bummer!' Five years later, after meeting Ritchie, after the shooting at the grocery store, after Officer Rick O'Shea had manhandled him into sitting on the checkout counter, Logan sits alone once again. Exception, instead of his bum sitting on the grocery counter, he was not within eye contact of beautiful, deliciious Officer Rick O'Shea! Not only thoughts of Ritchie, but Donato come to mind. From there his mind wanders, wondering what Ritchie and Donato are doing together, having being offered lodgings at Rick's place. Further pondering, fantasizing, Logan thinks up a wild one, closing eyes, picturing all four of them. Together, at Rick's place, Logan sees himself facing Rick, imagining himself, a dude in a wheelchair, face to face with the hunkiest guy in town, if not the world. Now, Officer O'Shea becomes the property of his world, Logan's own privage world, whereas he can manipulate any man into the role his heart desires. Since Logan has been in this predicament, he thinks up a doozie of a fantasy, starting with, "well, if you have Donato, Ritchie, who's left for me?" When he was mere teenager, Logan used to use paper to write out his fantasies, but at the ripe old age of thirty, he utilizes a laptop. Usually it starts with a thought, such as this, Donato and Ritchie together, with him by his lonesome self. Choosing the man in his immediate thoughts, Logan singles out Rick. Putting words into Rick's mouth, Logan addresses himself, "gosh, you're beautiful," which has Rick kissing him fervenly, with a fever of love and passion. Wishful thinking, Logan thinking he could never score it with such a hot hunk as Rick... He suddenly stops, leaning back, with arms extended over the back of his wheelchair, stretching out muscles, but also the implications of his thoughts. Logan then snaps a finger and in leaning forward, engages fingers with his laptop. Instead of a single chapter of writing, which he hopes will be good enough to submit to Nifty.org, he changes a single chapter to, "chapter 01 of many, 'Police Officer Rick'." Even though Logan thinks it kind of a lame title, he leaves it for now. Mixing fact and fiction, he types in first, the account of meeting up with the police officer, which is generally exactly what happened in the grocery store. The fiction part begins after Officer Rick has hoisted him up, from under the arms, setting him on the checkout counter. Whisked from the present, into a world of fantasy, where anything is and anything can be, Logan has Rick leaning in, kissing him, and as he does, those manly hands are tugging at his tee shirt, hinting to peel it off overhead. Forgetting about his present troubles, Logan says out loud, "wow, this is good!" Good turns to great, as the police officer, no satisfied at feasting his eyes on Logan's otter bod, digs a hand underneath his tiger trail, behind the belt and after distinguishing between fabric and flesh, goes for the gold, finding Logan's stiff dick, "oh yeah, Logan. Damn, am I gonna make a meal out of this!" Jumping from fantasy to reality, Logan finds the whole thing ludicrous, "yeah, right, an adonis like Rick, making love to a loser like me." Even before the accident, which put him into this situation, Logan had low self-esteem. However, since that night when he thought life was over for him, only to rise above his fears, Logan reconsiders the plot of the story. Turning hands inside out, cracking his knuckles, he erases the fantasy part of his story and begins to make it realistic, except maybe a little fib about hunky police officer Rick! However, upon hearing the sound of a car door slamming, he rolls over to the window and looks out. "Rick?" Logan crosses the lines between what's fantasy and the real world, "I was just thinking about you!" Momentarily Logan had forgot about his incarceration, but soon enough, the fascination for the cop-hunk was wearing thin, he opens the window, calling out, "Rick!" His shout only causes Rick to look around, apparently to see where it was coming from. "Rick! Up here!" Shading his eyes, Rick looks up at the house, "is that you, Logan?" "Yeah. I'm locked in my room, but don't know why." Then, he sees Rick's attention drawn elsewhere. It's his neighbor, John, who often wanders onto the property to share vegetables from his garden. "Problem here, officer?" Not only was John delivering vegatables, but because he had gotten perspired while in transit, had whisked his tee shirt off and stuffed it down the back of his pants. Smiling, Rick says, mainly out of vanity, thinks, 'could be', but then realizing he's there on official business, "do you know Logan and his brother?" Seeing an in, "my name's John. I live next door. Just bringing some vegetables from my garden," they connect hands. They were not in a tropical location, but certainly Rick picked up on the banana between John's legs, "kind of you, John. The name's Rick." "Good to meet you, Rick." While connected to Rick, John, at his age, fifty-one, thought he'd make a longer lasting connection than something simple as strangers passing in the night. Hinting at the long-lasting handshake, Rick says, "nice grip you've got there, John." "Oh! Sorry," he wasn't, John intentionally keeping close contact. "You know, guys like me, the older we get, it seems the less attractive we become." Rick had a difference of opinion, "oh really? Seems to me you keep yourself in impeccable shape?" Sheepishly John says, "thanks. I try." Their concentration is broken, Logan yelling out, "hey, if you two aren't getting a room, do you think you can come get me?" John sets the box of veggies down, which Rick catches a glimpse of that ass! "Something on the fritz, Logan?" On the fritz meant something in the house wasn't working properly, like the elevator or a door jamb. "I don't know, but Lance, he's got me locked in my room and I can't figure on how to get out," Logan pouts. "Something doesn't sound right," Rick says, moving towards the backdoor. John follows. Rick asks, "you wouldn't happen to have a key, John?" "No, I don't." After several knocks, call outs of names, both Lance and Steve, ringing the doorbell, like the pizza is getting cold, Rick says, "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way." He was ready to use manly force to kick the door down, John saying, "let's try this first." Well, Rick didn't mind much, John's attempt to move him aside, a hand to the chest. Again, the bending over, Rick gets a birds eye view of that tight ass and after the door mat is pulled back. John, uprighting himself, holding a silverish key, says, "I guess they don't teach you all you need to know at police academy, eh," he reads the cops name badge, now that he's almost in his face, "Officer Rick O'Shea?" Feeling foolishly flush with his balls tingling, Rick says, "apparently not!" Regardless, he hands the key to Rick, who proceeds to open the door, announcing, "hello. Anyone home?" "Aren't you supposed to say something about being the police?" "You watch too many cop shows!" John could agree to that, but none quite as handsome as this one, except maybe 5-0. Rick could have some competition there! Upstairs, Logan had watched the two like a hawk and upon seeing them duck out of sight, presumably under the overhang of the entrance to the house, headed over to the door. In the quick swing around of his wheelchair, something went kerplunk! "Oh crap!" These wheelchair was built for sharp turns, but somehow Logan had missed picking up a tee shirt and there it was, raveled up in the left wheel, causing it to come to a dead stop. It was equivalent to a runner coming to cliff and not realizing the drop, having to suddenly halt in his tracks, or go over the edge. On the edge of his thinking, Logan says of the suddenness of wheels not turning, "now what am I gonna do?" He didn't hear the door open, nor voices calling out, but he did hear the door slam shut, which increased his desire to get to the door of his room. As if he were driving a stopped car on a sheet of ice, he tried rolling forward. With no momentum, "okay," he tried backwards. It didn't roll, except for a fraction of an inch. Forwards, backwards, neither way worked. Going back to the 1990's, Logan's dad had taken him and his brother to Yankee Stadium. Since his dad knew a security guard, they got front row seats. Happens, Logan, who brought a glove to the game, had caught an incoming, inbound ball. Strangely, no one could find a replacement. He told they he have the ball back. A thanks for his kindness in giving up his trophy, a baseball bat was brought over, autographed by Jeter, Posada, Rivera, Pettitte and the rest of the team. Sitting there in frustration, that happy moment entered Logan's mind, but was soon replaced with the grief of being found. Picking it up, Logan thought of using it for a cane. He knew he did it once, at the hospital, was able to stand, even though it was wobbly. "You can do this," Logan told himself. Having placed the Yankee bat in between his knees, he uses the arms of the chair, making sure he braked it this time, and pushed with all his might. It worked and he rose to his feet. Taking the bat, he uses it to keep himself standing. Next he heard the sound of Rick's voice, "Lance? Logan? Steven?" Like a panic attack taking over, but in a good way, it made Logan forget his condition and in a bold step of faith, walked forward. He did it, without falling down, but held onto that bat like it was a third leg. It was only about five steps to the door, shuffling one foot, then the other, with the 'third leg' in between, but finally making it to the door. Again he hears the three names called, but not only by Rick, John's pitch joined in. "I'm up here, in here, in my room," he yells, clinging onto the bat and doorknob. Then, what he perceives as a brilliant idea, holds steady with one hand on the knob, and with the other, hammers the door with the bat. He knew they were at the door, Rick yelling, "that you in there, Logan?" Anyone else, a more happier circumstance, Logan could get sassy and joke, 'no, that's why it says Logan's hideout', but in dire straits, "it's me. I'm in here." Rick had no clue Logan could be standing, "okay. Roll back from the door." Logan took it as 'stand clear', but not having the facility to step backwards, fell backwards, "oh shit!" Fortunately there was a big blue stability ball in his room he used occasionally for therapy. He fell ass first, but instead of catching him, made him bounce back up. For a split second he thought he was safe, standing on his two feet. Then, as the door opens, Rick stepping in, Logan says, "heads up, Rick!" Like it was planned, Logan lurches forward, Rick plays catcher, "I've got you." Logan wasn't all that heavy, Rick standing, clutching him under the armpits. "Good catch." After Rick deposits Logan on the bed, he starts his interrogation, "so, why are you locked in your room?" "I don't know. You didn't see Lance or Steven when you came in?" "Neither one." "What about you, John?" John has to refocus, after candy-shopping Rick's bod, "who, Steven? Your brother? Nope. Neither." John says, "but your door wasn't locked." "No way! I tried it. The knob wouldn't turn." Rick goes to check it out, turning the knob on the inside, then the outside, "strange, but you're right. Well, half right." John says, "storeroom locks do. I have such a knob on the storage closet I have for fertilizer. Always needs a key to get in from outside, but in case the door closes while I'm inside, it never locks, so I don't get stuck inside. This," he turns both inside and out, "is just the opposite." Logan is distraught, "but why would anyone want to do that to me?" "Hey," Rick, having the feeling Logan is strung out over it, rubs his shoulder, comforts, "I'm sure there's a logical explanation for all of this and when we get to the bottom of it, you'll see how you've worried for nothing." Logan was feeling comforted already, Rick's hand causing more than comfort, "thanks." "The important thing," John says, "is that we found you and now we're going to make sure you're not left alone again." "Do you think you can give Ritchie a call?" Rick inquires, "where's your cell phone?" "No phone. Lance took it." His detective mode kicking in, Rick says, "this all sounds very strange. John, you stay with Logan, while I do a search of the house." One side of Logan's bed was against the wall, where his slack bod sat propped up. After Rick leaves, he says, "John, would you mind sitting next to me?" Even though there were probably only fifteen years difference in age, the only time John came in contact with Logan and his brother, was to deliver vegetables, but given the circumstances, he kneels on the mattress, "sure, if it will make you feel better." "Thanks." "Hm," he crawls, "nice firm mattress," then turns around and plops his ass down on the divide between bed and wall. "I wouldn't ask, other than I feel kind of vulnerable now. I guess it' because up until now, all I've had to take care of me is my brother and Steven." Of John's opinion, "mostly I've seen you come and go with Steven." "Yeah, he's been really great." On his mind, not sure if he should ask, "Steven's a very good looking man. You and he, you haven't, you know?" His depression lifting, Logan smiles, "you mean, have we gotten it on?" "Maybe I shouldn't be going there." "It's okay, but no, we haven't, but I do have a confession to make." Thinking it's about Steven, John says, "what's that?" "I have seen you out, watering your gardens and have liked the view!" "How could you do that, unless you have binoculars?" Logan smiles. "What?" "In the closet. I have a telescope. I used to use it to watch the stars, until I put it to other uses!" "You sly fox!" "I know," Logan furthers exemplifies the usuage of his telescope, "you look really 'fox' when you're watering your garden without a shirt on!" Not really minding it, a man almost fifty liking it that a young man has taken an interest in his aging bod, "good thing your telescope can't see inside my greenhouses!" Logan smiles, "who says?" Slapping Logan's thigh, John says, "you old dog. This I've got to see," he shimmies his butt off the side of the bed. "Go ahead. It's in the closet." Walking ove to the closet, John opens it, but before he spots the telescope, he ducks out, a red rope dangling from a hand, "what's this, might I ask?" "Oh. That." Jae had warned Logan, be careful who he shares secrets with, "macrame. I like to make stuff like hangers for hanging plants." The room was big, but easy to scan, "oh? And where are these hanging plants?" Another sense kicking in, one which is not of a physical nature, Logan says, "let me guess, you really know what's it for?" John had secrets too, "I suppose you've guessed, it has something to do with Jae?" "Now that you mention it?" They froze, Logan propped up against the wall, his butt on the bed, John holding the red rope, made for more than a purpose of hanging laundry. Finally, John breaks the ice, "I'll tell you one of my secrets, if you tell me one of yours?" Logan shares that one time, when his curiosity got the best of him, and after conferring with his psycho-analyst, Jae agreed to tie him up in a Shibari way of bondage, with Steven present. "Really?" John stood there, arms across middle, rope still in his hand, "and how did that make you feel?" "I didn't feel much actually, except it, the rope, being kind of scratchy on my balls," it made Logan blush. "And you?" "In my much younger, youthful days, I used to dabble. You know, at one time I was a trim, young man?" Logan giggles, based on the bearish bod, "got proof of that, John?" Taking out his wallet, John flips through a few photos in his plastic identity pouch, "matter of fact!" Again, climbing up on the bed, John leans his back against the wall and flips through the pictures as if showing off his family album, "and this is when Bart tied me up and had his way with me." "Bart? You met him, where?" "At a leather bar, around 1985 or so, in Manhattan." "That was like, thrity years ago?" "Yeah, about that," John smiles, reminisces, "I can't believe a big, young, muscular man, who could have anyone in the bar, chose to go home with me." "I can see that," Logan says, "you're still handsome." Squeezing Logan's hand, John says, "and you're a bad liar!" "Don't take this wrong John, but being cooped up like this, until Ritchie came along, I haven't really seen much 'action', if you know what I mean?" "Oh? And who's this Ritchie character?" "Like oh my god, John, don't you watch the news?" "Other than Earth Talk and the 3 R's, I'm not much into media news." "Three R's?" "Reduce, Reuse, Recycle?" "Oh sure. I know'em." They were getting off track, John bringing Logan back home, "so, about this Ritchie?" Completely forgetting about how he came to be in Logan's room, sitting next to him on the bed, they chatted away, more like friends than next door neighbors. Each had stories today, Logan finding out, through his own tales, things about John, from previous times in his life. "Hey, I got a problem, John." "What's that?" "Normally I can make it to the bathroom, but, like, my wheelchair, as you know, is kind of handicapped?" They laugh over the joke, John fully understanding the predicament. What he didn't comprehend, "the plumbing, it still works, despite, you know?" "I can still get hard and shoot a load, if that's what you're referring to?" He wasn't, but John welcomes the information, "and what about peeing?" "Pooping is a little tricky, but I have no problem with the other. All I need is to have you help me stand. I mean, I can sit and let it trickle through the opening in my legs." "But?" "It's been a while since I've gotten a hug from a handsome man!" In Logan's mind, 'man' vs 'boy', really, other than Ritchie, there's been not many in his life he's been affectionate with. With Steven his psych and caregiver, he's hinted a few times, them getting naked and 'touchy-feely', but there's always been that patient-doctor clause involving intimate relations. Too, Logan knew Steven's attachment to Jae, so after a few attempts, gave up. "Hello, anyone home?" Rick pokes his head into Logan's room. He had Steven with him, "I think I hear the water running in the bathroom?" When they reached it, there was John, kneeling beside the tub full of water and suprised of their bust-in, "truthfully, I tried to be of help, but Logan, he couldn't help but pee all over himself." Steven notices, "not to mention the toilet?" Rick furthers, "were you intentionally trying to target the wall?" Logan says, "don't you have any bad guys to go catch, Ryan?" Steven comments to John, "I gave up on that approach a long time ago." "Approach?" "Bathing Logan from outside the tub?" "You don't mean, you..." "Yeah, but I'd suggest taking your clothes off before doing so, John?" "Me?" Logan was all for it, "yeah, John. Take your clothes off and get in the tub with me!" Rick stood there taking it all in, but adding a twist to his fantasizing, man would he love to get in a tub with Steven! "I think you're about done," John says. Steven went for the towel, as John helps lift Logan out of the tub. Almost slipping, Rick jumps into action, putting an arm around Logan's back, "I've got you there, Logan." While Steven dried Logan's front off, Ryan held him under the arms. John got his own towel and dried his own self, shirt, pants and all. "Shall I turn him around?" Rick asks. "Nah," John says, "I'm wet anyway. I'll take him from here." Logan smiles at John, almost like lovers hugging each other, saying, "this is fun!" Steven jokes, "you look hot when you're wet, Ryan." Rick smiles, taking it in stride, but it was on his brain, thinking how he'd lover to wet Steven up, "I guess that means, thanks?" Getting Logan back to his room, Steven says, "what's it going to be today, Logan, preppy look?" "The usual?" Steven takes out a tee shirt, briefs, sweatpants and socks. Right there, John says, "I can take it from here, if you've got something better to do, Steven?" "Nope, but thanks," he allows John to win the tug o'war on Logan's tee briefs. Rick had tried wiping down his uniform, but to no avail, it beyond the stages of dryness. "If you want, Ry, I can put your wet clothes in the dryer?" "Uh," he tells Steven, "that would mean I have to remove them?" "I know, but I don't think you would fit in the dryer!" While John helps to dress Logan, he asks, "hey guys, what happened to my brother?" Steven says, "oh, he apologizes for the locked door. He said it's the locksmith's fault, from when he replaced the knob last week. He'll have it redone later today." "You mean Lance didn't really mean to lock me in my room?" "Now, why would he want to do that, Logan?" "You're right. I suppose it's my mind working against me again?" They could see the power Steven had over Logan, "and we don't think thoughts like that anymore, right?" "Right." "Okay," Steven says, "just let me get Ryan stripped down and his uniform in the dryer and I'll be back to relieve you, John, so you can go about your business." Rick had walked out in the hallway, was studying frames on the wall, when Steven comes out, "strip me down, like how do you mean that?" Steven says, "exactly the way it sounds, officer!" % Meanwhile, crosstown, Lance and Jae were on a shopping spree, parked at the mobile store, across from Mat's Yoga Studio. While waiting, for the next available rep, Jae says, "I've been meaning to go take a look. How about it, Lance?" "Not for me, but you go ahead while I wait for the next available rep." "Are you sure? Steven says yoga is good for not only the physique, but the mind." "My mind is exactly where I want it. Besides, I've been meaning to update Logan's phone for a couple of months now." "Okay. I'll try not to take too long." "On the contray, take as long as you want. I think this is going to take a while." So, across the boulevard Jae crossed, stepped up on the curb and follows as slender walkway to the entrance. On his way he can see through froste windows movement, but other than blurry features, cannot make out who's who. He knows the studio has naked yoga, smiles when he's viewed the blurry shades of browns and other human tones! "Hey, how can I be of service to you today, sir?" Jae's first reaction was to smile, but getting down business, "I'm interested in yoga class for myself and my partner." "Is he here with you?" "Not today. I'm kind of looking at this as a gift, for our anniversary." Randy hoped it wasn't a matrimonial type of anniversary, "wedding? Friendship?" "I suppose you can call it friendship, since we never officially tied the knot." With that out of the way, Randy leads Jae to the office suite. Opening the door, "oh. Tom. I thought you were out of the office for the day." Eyes on Jae, Tom says, "don't you wish!" Jae didn't know that was for his benefit, "I'm interested in information." Randy knew he could steal a client away from any of the other employees there, but not the boss' partner, "okay, well I'm go back to my own business." "Thanks," Jae says, "and oh, by the way, my name's Jae." "Randy," he reaches out a hand, "nice to meet you...is that with a 'y'?" "No. An 'e'." "Okay, Jae with an 'e'. See you later." Jae was hoping. It had been a long time since he's tied up a blonde! Depending on who the person was, Tom would get certain vibes. Even a straight guy, he would start out conversation with, "so, what can I do for you?" When Jae came in he was only expecting a tour, but Randy's handsome face, blonde hair and voice changed all that, "I was wondering if you have specials going on for sign ups?" "You mentioned a friend. We have a two for one, running through to the end of the month?" "Sounds like an offer I can't refuse." Just then, Lance walks into the studio and runs right into Randy, "oh, hi." "Hello there," Randy says, suddenly freeing himself up from the desk, "how can I be of service?" "My friend came in here about five minutes ago, Asian?" "Oh, that must be Jae. Yeah, he's in with Tom, taking about membership for you both." Except, Randy had it a little screwed up, "really? I find that kind of strange." Upon delivering Lance to Tom's office, the situation is immediately cleared up, which no one could be more jovial about than Randy, "oh, then maybe I should give you a separate tour?" Unknow to Randy, Tom had already crossed the line, from business over into the subject of red-rope-bondage. "Sure, why don't you show him around?" After helping Randy and Lance to exit, Tom locks the door! "Shall we start with the lockerrooms?" Lance says, "I understand you have nude yoga classes." "Yes, we do, but the unfortunate thing about that is, we steer away from that direction during tours of the studio. Really, the only way you get to see what is being taught is to enroll." "Doesn't sound fair?" Having already studied Lance, from a gay perspective, Randy says, based on the hairy mass of the V-neck polo shirt, "I know. All the more reason for you to consider a one-on-one introductory class?" "Oh?" Lance stands there, arms across middle, looking very businesslike, "and who would that other 'one' be?" "Me!" "Okay. I'll take you up on your offer." That was easy. Not so easy with straight clientele, whereas Randy has to sell the program, saying class does not turn into a gay brawl! "Great. If you'll follow me." Randy explains, for first time clients or those seeking, in the lockerroom there is a station with kimonos, the dress expected of members, going to and fro. "I hope we have your color." Lance kind of got an idea where this was going, "you wouldn't happen to have pink?" 'Bingo!' :) "Of course, and sandals to match!" He leads Lance into the lockerroom, then keys a supply closet. Walking in, Lance stands at the door, "you want me to follow?" Randy smiles, thinking, long as he offered, "sure. C'mon in." The door hinge had an auto-close feature, which seals them in rather rapidly. "Oh, should I have caught that? Like, we're not now locked in?" "Of course not. The key that unlocks it from the outside, also works from the inside. Now, let me see," Randy taps his lips with his index finger, while scanning the shelves. At first Lance peers at the shelves, but sooner than later, his eyes are looking Randy up and down. After the visual, "I take an extra large shirt, if that's any help?" Devious thoughts flooding Randy's brain, he thinks 'dick size', but when conveying a realistic answer, "a little on the heavy side?" Lance smiles at Randy's gesture, tapping his stomach with the back of his hand, "yeah, I've been meaning to diet, but life gets complicated and often, which keeps me from getting a grip on things." Which, in keeping tabs on the space between the gray shelving and Randy, reaching for the top shelf, there's certainly something he would like to get a grip on with his lips! "Mat's opening a gym right behind the studio. I can give you some coupons, if you're interested in toning up?" Not which Lance really thought it to be the case, "oh, are you a personal trainer?" Bringing a cardboard box down from the top shelf, marked XL - 6 pieces, Randy says, "oh no. My job is strictly administration, but I have had the opportunity at some advance training, before the gym opens." According to Lance's vision, Randy did look a little lean, but to keep the conversation going, "I can tell by your biceps." "Really?" Randy turns to fully face Lance, extends both arms and flexes in his Mat's Yoga Studio tank top. "I bet, under the shirt, you've got some hefty looking abs?" Figuring he was the one to get Lance on the hook, it was working nicely the other way around, Randy puts his hands behind his head, "no charge in taking a look?" "Are you for real?" "As real as real can get." Lance rubs hands together like they were cold, "what happens if someone comes in and sees us?" "They need a key for the door. I've got the only one and its locked in here with us. Go for it." "Long as I have your permission?" Randy thinks, 'oh, one of those', thinking of his experiences with guys who felt they had to beg to get what they want, "you have my permission to remove my shirt." It causes Lance to think back, to early college years, times when he busted loose and experimented, began to enjoy the kinky side of life and if Randy was going with this in the direction he had hoped, there was only one way to find out, "thank you, sir." Randy was sketchy on the total scene of this discipline stuff, but knew some basics and what he didn't know, he could make up, according to what he likes most about man to man contact, "you're doing good. Nice and slow, Lance." One dude Lance played with back in college, Effrem, was a true master, who if a boy didn't do things in an exact way, there was hell to pay. Effrem could play from mild to rough, depending on the setting of rules. LIfting Randy's tee shirt, he made sure he did, like he did with Effrem, scrapes Randy's abs with the backs of his hands. "Oh wow, you've got some touch there, Lance!" "You like it, do you, sir?" Randy liked the way Lance was catching on, "I do, but I'm going to like it even more when you get to my pants!" Before Lance got to his pants, he instructs Lance to slowly strip for him. Lance says, "I guess it will be tough to fit me with the kimono with my clothes on?" "Among other things," Randy snorts out an evil laugh, "you got that right." Compared to Randy, smooth, except for the boy trail he never removed, except to touch it up a little, Lance's chest, after the removal of his polo shirt, was a mass of dark brown hair, fanning out over both pecs and a thick pyramid from mid chest to waist. Rubbing a hand over Lance's pecs, Randy says, "yeah, you surely need to get to the gym." Lance had thought Randy meant to beef up on his pecs, by when his other hand joins in and not just combing over the chest weave, takes to massaging and pulling at his embedded nips, "shit, Randy.' Even though he knew he was the 'boss', Randy says, "did I pull too hard?" "Oh no. Not hard enough!" Because he was into it himself, Randy says, "wait till you tone up these abs. You and me will have a fine time at testing our gut endurance." "Um, what's that, a special exercise?" "Not really. I used to do it in high school with a couple of buddies. One of us puts a second guy in a full nelson or lock elbows behind the back and the third guy gets punched in the stomach. Then from there we rotate." "Is there a purpose or does pain turn you guys on?" "For us it was to toughen up our abs. Why, you into s&m?" Thinking Randy had hit the nail on the head, "love it, you?" "Not really. I know of it, but haven't dabbled. Just into the gutpunching thing. But if you're interested, I know some guys who are deep into it." Having experienced some friendly torture, which can make him hard and cum without touching his hard shaft, Lance says, "I used to know this MMA guy, who loved playing the top role." "Not anymore?" "No. He went on the road this past fall and I've been kind of deprived, so if you can give me a name?" "I can get your cell number from your application. I'll have him give you a call, if you're seriously interested?" "Sure. Do that, but for now would you happen to require a blowjob?" Randy could see Lance yearning, "it might be the last order from me, so get to it!" So, in fifteen minutes, Lance was leaving the yoga studio supply closet with his pink kimono, pink thongs and not neglecting to deliver, "well, thanks for the tour, Randy." "Hey, anytime and I'll be sure to get that number to you." Lance decided to sit on a lockerroom bench to catch his breath, when the door springs open, guys, dressed in different color kimonos and multi-colors of thongs, flood the room. He feels a little inferior, the only guy in clothing, the others stripping out of their inbetween class, transitioning gear. All were in conversation, some laughing at a joke one of them just told, leaders and followers in the hullabaloo. Apparently they all knew each other, when one of them comes and parks his naked butt on the bench next to Lance, "hey, how's it going? Thinking of joining our class?" Lance was almost speechless, "maybe," this guy looking like he was no older than a college grad student, but age wasn't an issue, the light brown hair covering pec, a thin part mid-chest, opening up over a beautiful stomach. A closely cropped beard surrounded the speaking mouth, "lucky you. There's only two places left in the class." Lance was thinking he was lucky for more than that reason, "thanks for" sharing." Because this young cub had lagged behind, all the others in the class had left for the showers. Some were on extended lunch breaks, college frats in between classes. "The class was real intense today. You can probably sense that, so before I turn you off, I better hit the shower." "Doesn't bother me," Lance smiles. When he got up, whatever was in the pocket of his crotch unfolds, "and oh, by the way, the name's Terry." Faced with Terry's hand, Lance more wanted to grab onto what hung in the cradle of light brown hair, "Lance," he chose to shake Terry's hand. Lance sat, Terry standing, each with stare, until Lance decides to create conversation, "so, how does it go here with the lockers? Are they assigned?" "Some are rental lockers, whereby you pay by the month. That's what I prefer. The reason I do that is, sometimes I'm late and if you're late, fat chance you'll get one." "I see. Then I suppose I should see about renting a locker." "Yeah, well the problem with that, there's no more rental lockers available." "Bummer," Lance says. Terry had been thinking the whole time he scoped out Lance, "but I wouldn't have a problem sharing, if you don't mind splitting the cost?" "Really? You would do that for me?" "Hey, I do for you, you do for me. Isn't that something along the lines of 'the golden rule'?" "I think it might go something like that," though Lance could care less about rules. "Well, I better get in the shower. Nice to meet you Lance." Lance, feeling the same, "same here." Then, about to round the corner of the row of lockers, Terry taps the corner locker, which helps as a catalyst to turn himself about, "have you they shown you the showers?" Lance wasn't about to say he was too busy sucking to complete the tour, "no, they haven't." "If you want, I can show you," Terry doubles back to where Lance stands, "you can stash your stuff in our locker?" One thing on Lance's mind, Terry sure doesn't waste any time! "Okay." "I use a key," Terry keys the lock. "You keep it and next time I come I'll bring the other one I have." "That's trusting of you." "Part of that golden rule stuff," Terry laughs. After swinging the locker door open, Terry says, "come take a look." In doing so, Lance couldn't help but scrape his arm across the front of Terry's fine looking furry bod, "they give you spacious lockers." On the rebound, Terry says, "that they do." They both stood there, until Terry says, "shall I wait for you, or meet you at the showers?" Loving the idea of stripping out of his street clothes for Terry, "well, being I don't really know here the showers are, you better wait for me, if you don't terribly mind?" "Not a problem." Then Lance discovers, "oh my god, the iPhone!" "iPhone?" "Yeah, I just bought it for my brother and I think I left it in the supply closet!" Terry says, "supply closet?" It's then Lance thinks on his stupidity, that he could have very well gotten Randy to open it when he was all through here, "uh, yeah." He hoped Terry wouldn't follow. "Was there something you were looking for?" It made Lance think, that if he chose the truth, he would have to implicate Randy and being alone in the supply closet with another guy, "soap." "Good point there, Lance. There's no soap in the showers. You have to bring your own, unless you were talking about the soap they use to refill the sink dispensers?" Glad Terry skirted around the real truth, "yeah, that's it. I wanted to check the brand to make sure I wasn't allergic." "And the iPhone." "A gift for my brother. He's dropped his so many times." Placing a hand on Lance's furry arm, "how thoughtful." Ignoring the hand gesture, Lance says, "yeah." "Well, before or after our shower, you can get Randy or the maintenance guy to open it." Lance thought he was being shown to where the showers were, "our shower?" "Oh, did I say that?" Up front and forward, Lance let's Terry know hot it stands, "yeah, but I'd love to see how it works, you know, which knob is hot, which is cold and gee, if I'm not naked, my clothes could get all wet!" "Then you better ready yourself." Again, second time since he's entered the yoga studio, Lance is stripping his polo shirt off, which not holding back on the remarks, "so, like what you see?" Feeling nervous that Terry might not be gay, he giggles. Terry smiles, saying, "can't wait to see the rest." Okay, Lance was convinced otherwise, "can't wait for you to give me the tour of the shower." Then, tagging Lance on arm, it causes him to turn around. "I'm a little confused. Did you mean the lockerroom shower, or the shower at my place?" Things were moving along fast, but Lance liked the pace, "whichever you prefer." "Great. Let's get dressed." "Oh, but my friend, Steven, he came with me. I can drive him home and meet you right after?" "Or," Terry seemed to have all the answers, "you can give him the keys to your car and I drive you home later." It wasn't a question, but Lance liked the answer, "sounds like a plan." Lance was feeling good, even though if a guy asked him out a week ago, he might have reservations about accepting. However, after conferring with Steven, it was pretty much set in stone that Logan was getting very attached to Ritchie. At first he was a little bent out of shape over 'letting go', but the family shrink had convinced him his brother was on his way to finding a life of his own, which could also cut the rope which kept the brothers bound to each other. Then, there was Donato, which was a mystery of how he was to fit in. All dressed, Terry was first to win the race, holding Lance's shirt to fit himself into, "by the way, I love your bod." His eyes traveled down to where Lance had already zipped up, "all of it, I take it?" "Yeah. I mean, not every man fits my perspective of what beauty is." Lance says, "I think those are the words I was searching for to describe you." Terry was feeling real good about this, "you want to find your friend, so we can get out of here?" Placing the shirt over his head, Terry helped Lance to smooth it down the sides of his bod. "My, aren't you the aggressive one." "Just in a hurry for that shower tour!" They find Steven, in the middle of a studio tour, which they were about to set foot out the back door to preview the yet to be opened gym. Handing Steven the car keys, "do you think you can find your way home without wrecking the car?" Taking the keys, first on Steven's mind is, "and how will you be getting home, as if I didn't already know?" The answer was already in the room with them, Steven's eyes on his transportation, "this is Terry. I'm going over to his place for a while." Terry steps forward, sticking a hand out, "nice to meet you, Steven." Steven felt more than a handshake, possibly the warmth emanating from Terry's smile, "it's good to meet you too." "And Steven," Lance breaks off the fixation, "I accidentally left Logan's new iPhone in the supply closet when Lance was giving me the tour. It's locked. I'd appreciate it if you could retreive it for me?" "Done, but should I wait for you to get home to give it to him? I'm sure he's missing his old one." Terry follows their conversation. Steven looked to be a hot tamale also, "oh, by the way, I've got an older brother at home, who guys say we look like twins." Somewhere in their conversation, Terry knew Lance mentioned the 'G' word when speaking about Steven. "Really?" However, Lance was concerned about Logan, having left him alone, "I think you should get home to my brother." "You're right, Lance. Maybe next time, Terry, but tell your brother, thanks for the invitation!" It didn't exactly go that way, but based on Terry's good looks, he was sure the brother was as tasty looking a dish! % % Copyright 2024 T. Chase McPhee Developing segments of ''YoGA MaT' may not be amended, distributed, sold, used, quoted, paraphrased, chopped, sliced, diced, nor made part of any collection, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from the author. Drones are prohibited from overhead viewing. _ Check here that you are not a robot.