Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2023 18:05:09 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: 'YoGA MaTt' o4 % 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, if you dare to dream. 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? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html % Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m! 'YoGA MaTt' o4 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Well, here we are?" They had pulled into the parking lot, but since they had a couple of red lights on the way, more than fifteen minutes had lapsed. "Looks like choice parking," Elton says. "Sorry, but Nude Yoga ended ten minutes ago," which leaves Marc smiling, adding a cutesy smile! "Darn traffic," Elton blames. Without further ado, they get out of the car and head for the entrance. An exiting patron says, "hey Marc, you missed a good class." "Oh yes, but I had something important to do this morning." Still cordially holding the door, Elton felt more attention being given him, in lieu of Marc. It made him smile. It's a feeling a guy can feel, like he owes a return gesture. "Thanks for not letting the door slam in my face!" Suddenly there's a break off, the guy turning his attention to Marc, "are you taking advantage of the new signup promotion?" "New promotion?" Marc questions, wondering. Short-lived was the attention span, "how about you? "Me? Yoga?" Elton laughs, "oh no, I'm helping deliver the birthday cake Tom ordered." Being very forward, the guy switches off his motorcycle helmet from hand to hand, "hey, I'm Hasan. You should really reconsider." Taking Hasan's hand, Elton was enthused by meeting a guy with a mirror image bod, "reconsider?" "Yoga class." "Oh, I don't know about that," Elton says, clasped hands dropping. "I'm kind of shy." "I was too," Hasan replies, "but after the first session, I found that never in my life have I had so many men look favorably at me!" By the tee shirt, Elton could tell Hasan was much like himself, chubby pecs, belly and right on down to the shorts, either this guy was 'built' or he was having a sexual affect on the yoga man! Marc was concerned in two ways. First, he had just met Elton and didn't want to lose him to anyone. Secondly, "uh, I better take the cake inside before it melts all over the floor." Yet, he didn't condemn things just yet, having grabbed the cake so that one of his hands dug into the breadbasket of Elton's shirt! He apologized for pulling it out of the twenty-one year old's pants. "It's okay Marc," Elton says, but then turns back to Hasan, to answer the question about if he worked, "in between a college classload, I work at the green grocery in town. Up until today I was kind of having a hard time of it, at the food market, being I think the manager is homophobic." After saying it, Elton realized he's just outed himself! "Oh, so you're gay?" "Uh yeah, I guess I kind of inferred that?" "No problem. Me too, but now that we have that out of the way, how about a ride back to work?" "Not that I wouldn't want that," Elton smiles, "but Marc drove me here and I think maybe he wants to drive me back." Hasan then gets the idea, "lucky you." "How so?" "Marc, he's a hot man, at least from what I've viewed in yoga class!" "Oh no, that's not how it is. We're just friends. In fact, even though I have seen Marc occasionally in his job as a city bus driver, I officially met him today." Relieved, Hasan exhales, "oh. That's good." Elton was kind of getting that idea too. As Marc walks back through the corridors of the yoga studio, Elton was very much on his mind, but also the prospect of Matt's invitation to join the yoga studio as an instructor, with all expenses paid to train and achieve certification. It did tick him off that that new promotion Hasan talked about was 'his' idea. Yet, where else within a hundred mile or so radius can a guy find 'nude yoga'! When he found Matt, he was joyed Marc held a cake box, "oh good. I'll take it from here, and if you have an hour or so, I'd like to go over some of the responsibilities of your new job here?" "Uh sure, no problem. I just have to tell my ride." Matt disappears with the cake box, which leaves time for Marc to return to the front foyer. "Elton, you're still here?" "Yeah. I was waiting for you," Elton says, it heavy on his heart that he was torn between leaving with Hasan, but wanting to stay there for him. "Well look, something's come up and Matt needs me to stay to check something out." "That's okay," Elton says. Seeing his classmate still there, "hey, would you terrible mind, seeing Elton gets back to his job, if you have the time, Hasan?" Hasan and Elton exchange smiles. "Sure. I have plenty of time. No problem." "Cool with me," Elton says. However, a little disappointed, "but hey, Marc, a little disappointed I'm going to be missing a ride in that nifty little car of yours?" Marc makes a turnabout and in thinking, if he left Elton alone with Hasan long enough, he'd be looking for a new boyfriend, "really, you like my wheels that much?" Smiling, Elton says, "maybe even the driver, more?" Marc smiles, maybe even blushes a little. Feeling attachment, Elton says, "hey, maybe we can meet up later for a bite to eat?" "Sure. Text me when you're ready." Again Marc walks away, but catches himself in a spin, "oh wait, I don't have your number." Elton and Hasan got a kick out of Marc's pirouette, turning about like a folk dancer, trying to make a petticoat fly! After putting his number in Elton's phone, Marc says, "anything else, or may I go?" Based on seeing Marc naked in yoga class, Hasan says, "could I have your number, too?" Marc looks at him as if saying, 'what for?', but then connecting Hasan's face to that hot, naked bod in yoga class, "sure. Why not?" "Thanks," Hasan says, after Marc hands him his cell. They part ways, until Marc says, "and oh, guys, I'm not much of a cook, so we should order in?" Trying to converse while riding a motorized bike was a contest of lost voices, so after five minutes of trying, Hasan yells over his shoulder, "tell you when we get near there." Elton had never ridden in this fashion, so hugging a guy from behind, it felt kind of erotic, hands plastered up against Hasan's front. Certainly it was having an effect down yonder! When Hasan misses the turn to the downtown area where the grocery store resides, Elton yells out, "oopss, I meant to tell you to turn that way," but it couldn't be heard, or else Hasan picked up on it and ignored it. Elton let it go. As they whizzed through the neighborhood, he senses a change in locale. Houses began to get farther apart. Farther on, houses were not even visible, trees, bushes and other overgrowth painting a picture of forest greenery. He had it on his mind to ask where they were going, but Elton knew it futile to pursue, with the wind in their faces. Then, the motorbike began to slow and Elton did hear Hasan say, "we're just about there." Being the wind and other elements were not against him, Elton says, "where is 'there'?" "Home," Hasan says, pressing something on his cell phone which in turn made a giant iron gate begin to creak, opening slowly. "I hope you don't mind we're not going back to the store?" More interesting was where on the map they landed, "what is this place?" Hasan says, "where I live." When Hasan moved, Elton did the same, grabbing up his buddy's chest as they sped inside. The long drive was outlined by a row of trees on each side, beyond, neatly trimmed grass and squared off bushes. He expected at any moment to be looking upon a big, marble mansion, but instead he saw boxes of concrete and glass, piled up or lying here and there as if they were thrown down from heaven and landed askew. Rounding a portion of these they came to stop in front of one of the glass boxes. Totally different than what he called home, Elton says, "you live here?" "Yeah, and," he smiles, "you need to get off, so I can?" Elton did connect, seeing he boxed Hasan between the steering and his crotch, "of course." "I didn't take a set of clothes when I leave for the yoga studio this morning." Elton bought it, saying, "we have to make it quick. Chip will know it doesn't take long to deliver a birthday cake." The first cube led into the belly of a second one. Elton thought the decor kind of drab, until they entered the main foyer, one cube set across another, but fully open to the second floor. "Wow, this is something." "My father is an architect. He designed this home for me." "For you? You live alone?" "Yeah," he flashes a sheepish smile, "I haven't found the right man to move in with me, yet!" Elton swallows, feeling flush, thinking, "you're not thinking of me, are you?" His mind drifts back to guys not wanting to know him, due to his chubby nature. Hassan says, "could be!" Venturing further into the 'boxes', they come to a kitchen-dinette, Hasan walking right to the refrigerator, "water?" "Yeah, that would be nice," Elton replies, looking into the side of a giant fish tank. "I always liked fishkeeping, growing up. My father had this tank incorporated into the design of the house. There's also a smaller one in my bedroom and a goldfish pond in the Japanese garden." "Japanese garden? Is that where you are from?" Elton stops, not knowing where Hasan is originally from. "Pakistan, but I was born in the United States." Handing Elton a bottle of water, Hasan says, "c'mon, I'll show you around." Walking in the front door of the home, Elton had it on his mind to get back to the grocery store, however, as they went from box to box, those memories easily wore off. Out of the box and into the next, it looked like outdoors, but the atmosphere didn't have the breeze, nor the chirping of birds. "How about a swim in the pool?" Like, did Hasan really give Elton a choice, dropping the bag he wore over a shoulder, on a table, kick off the yoga sandals on his feet, easily strips off his shirt overhead and with a running start, dives into the grand swimming pool. His bod wasn't streamline, like that of Tom Daly, but neither was Hasan, causing more of a splashing tsunami than hardly disturbing the water. Coming back to the side where Elton stood, Hasan spits out water, saying, "you swim?" "A little," Elton reports. Pointing to the other end of the pool, Hasan says, "meet me there," he begins to swim in that direction. Rounding the pool to two tables and several chairs matching, others for lounging, Elton lagged behind Hasan's progress. He could see the swimmer, rise up and from waist, proceed up a half submerged stairway until Hasan stood half-naked out of the water. His water-laden shorts sagged with the weight of saturation to where it outlined Hasan's dark pubes. It's not until Elton gets closer he can take on the full view, from neck to ankles and much like the ground surrounding the house, "you're beautiful!" One more step up, Hasan was standing at Elton's height, "I'm not too fat for you?" Elton jokes, "you should see me without a stitch on!" Hasan was way ahead of his new friend, starting with unbuttoning the green grocery shirt, but not without politeness, "may I?" Elton didn't fight him off, surrendering busy fingers. Not even unbuttoning the shirt all the way down, Hasan's hands seep into the inner folds of the shirt, remarking, "oh yes, I love this." At a point of no return, Elton finishes what was started and like planned teamwork, Hasan removes the shirt over shoulders. "Like what you see?" Elton giggles out of nervousness. "No." "No?" "I 'love' what I see!" More than seeing, Hasan leads Elton over to one of the lounge chairs. "Sit." Anxious about what might happen next, Elton says with a humorous lilt, "is that an order or a request?" Smart at reading a person, Hasan says, "if I'm making you nervous, we can lay here with our clothes on?" A result of a lounge chair having 'arms', Elton says, "we might both get in the chair, but getting out might be a problem." "That's not a bad idea, but what I was thinking, you in that chair and me in this one?" Feeling guilty, his demeanor driving them apart, rather than closer together, Elton says, "how about we lay out by the pool?" At first Hasan's father didn't go for the idea of having a swimming pool with its own sandy beach, but gave in, which often he did for his only son. "Better yet," Hasan says with glee, secretly condemning himself for not thinking of it first! Better too, because if he didn't remove his wet shorts, when he got up they would be caked with sand. "Um," Hasan says, with unsureness, "I should take these off." There wasn't really time for debate, Hasan lowering his shorts. Observant, Elton says, "isn't your underwear wet too?" His first day at Matt's Yoga Studio, Hasan was very reluctant to strip down for the nude yoga class. A few months later, it has become a natural thing, which stripping his jocks down for Elton was without duress, "you're right." Before Hasan even began to strip, Elton could see the dark-haired pubes, translucent through the fabric. The bulge was another thing, because as Hasan stripped the wet briefs, his shaft unfolded, hanging down over his 'lovely' curvature! "Wow, you're built!" It made Hasan laugh, "really? You think so?" With his butt parked in the sand, Elton had a good view as perspective goes, Hasan standing right there, almost in direct eye sight. Hasan liked this direction which led him right up to, "compared to?" Elton knew where Hasan's fishing ground was, standing and unbuckling his belt, gave hint to where this was leading. "No," Hasan catches him by manhandling the belt buckle. "What? I thought..." "That would be fine," Hasan flashes his sweet smile, "but you're my guest and I should be the one making you comfortable, if you will allow me?" "Sure," Elton was very agreeable, surrendering both hands, parking them in the fake sandy beach. Then thoughts set in. If and when Hasan decides to make his move, what to do with his own hands while being man-handled? Fortunately Elton had a good teacher, his own brother, Eddie. After their first 'sexual' time together, both working clothes off independently, Eddie came up with the idea of being 'slave' to taking his brother's clothes off. He wonders to this day how aggressive Eddie was, pulling pants and briefs down and right away, as he peeled away, Eddie was already sucking on his cock, while hands were busy with prompting him to lift each foot to remove shoes and step out of clothing. When he didn't know what to do, Eddie was the one taking his hands and placing them on his own shoulders. From there, Elton's hands found their own way around Eddie's bod! So, what else to do, but mimic the same and as Hasan peeled away at his pants, Elton put his hands on the naked man's shoulders. "Aggressive," Hasan says, smiling, "I like that!" "Oh, I wasn't...trying...to..be," he slows down his words as Hasan slowly tugs at his briefs. Looking up at Elton, Hasan says, "are we okay?" His hands had stopped while waiting for Elton's reaction. "No, don't stop. Yeah. It's okay." After which Elton bit a lip, after not being able to think straight. Bad enough he had trouble breathing a steady stream of air! Out of smartness or ball-driven lust, Hasan waited no longer for direction, swiping Elton's briefs down to below the knees, with first impression, "nice. I can't wait to get my chops on you!" 'Chops?' Elton began thinking of pork chops. He didn't give Elton any more time to think, using his balls as a handle, guiding that 'nice' cock into his mouth. Just one taste, to the back of the throat and back, pulling off with a 'suck'. Looking up at Elton, he knew he had garnered a pleasing attitude, Hasan saying, "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward?" "Oh no. Never. I like you being forward. Be as forward as you'd like to." Pleased with that, Hasan says, "I'd like to get to know you more, Elton, but the sand," he moves a hand like a plane, "it's not good. We will get too dirty." Elton says, "isn't that what the pool is for?" he giggles. "It could be, but from experience, it's not too tasty for the cocksucker." Quick-thinking, Elton says, "you know this, because?" It's then Hasan decides to level with Elton, "you are not the first man I have had here at my house. It is not a man I am in love with." First impression, Elton says, "and you're in love with me?" "When first I meet you I was very fond of you. I think if I get to know you, it might happen that I could love you." At this point Elton was loving first impressions, "well, if the sand is no good, what's next?" Hasan was loving every expression Elton kicked out. Cheery, uplifting disposition, coupled with that beautiful, hairy bod, the beard, everything was telling Hasan this was a man worth liking, maybe more. "Next?" Basing what happened next with his 'secret' man, Hasan says, "we go to my bedroom, roll around naked in the sheets and I hope you find me as pleasing as I find you." "How can I turn down an invitation like that?" Elton had enough 'bro-time' in with Eddie, knowing how it could go. Eddie had more or less groomed him into the position of 'top', orally pleasing him right down to where he shot his load into Eddie's belly and the precursor to the buildup and that one time he got to pierce his bro to the inner core. What else did he need to know? % Back at Mat's Yoga Studio, Marc was thrilled to learn his prayers came true, that he was finally getting out of the substitute job driving buses and into a more stable and growing business. How fortunate the owners are gay and conduct two naked yoga classes. As he and Matt walk the studio, Marc says, "so, my job here as manager would entail what?" "Everything, but one major duty is to make sure every man who registers for nude yoga is not underaged." "Really? You get young boys trying to sneak in?" Matt sets him straight, "first of all, I'm not into robbing the cradle and secondly, if just one underage guy were to get into the yoga class and then found out he was underaged, it wouldn't look good for me, Tom, you, the rest of the employees. I'm assuming they would close the studio and I might even be up on charges for allowing a minor to be in the class." Marc sighs a long draft of air, "that's not going to happen with me in charge." "That's exactly what I'm counting on Marc and I'm just warning you that it's happened. High school guys are capable of crazy things, lying on their applications, just to fulfill their desires to get a look at a weekly dose of man-meat. Tom has been very successful at scrutinizing applications, has sent the culprits packing. If I were you, I'd work with Tom on that one." "I will, but trust me, that's not gonna happen on my watch." "Enrollment is for age eighteen and up, but if a guy is still in high school, he needs a guardian's signature. All others that are younger are not even up for debate. Get it?" Marc loved Matt's tone of voice, much different than the flow of yoga in class, "got it!" "So, how long will it take for you to sever ties with the bus company?" "I have an email of resignation all prepped and ready to send in case I have an opportunity such as this." "Good. Arrive two hours before opening tomorrow so I can introduce you to the staff." "Great. Thanks," Marc is overjoyed. Heading for his car he can't wait to tell Elton the good news! % This was one square box which wasn't. Led up a landing, Hasan toting Elton by the hand, what appeared to be rectangular, was in fact square, with a rounded alcove. Pulling a cord, Hasan made the alcove appear magically, housing only one item, a custom bed which fit the measurements of the specially designed appendage. "Wow, I never saw a bed so big!" Peeling down the comforter of the more than king-sized bed, "can you give me a hand?" "Sure," Elton says. Together they roll up the comforter, Hasan instructing, "roll it up like a sail." "Sale?" Elton questions. "Like rolling up a sail on a sailboat?" "Never done it. In fact I've never been on a sailboat." "Someday I will show you how to roll a sail properly. In the mean time, just allow it to fall to the floor. The maid will get it in the morning when he makes the bed." "Maid? A guy?" "Yes, Karim. He is one of a few staff who keep the house and grounds upkeep." "Is he here now?" "No. None of the staff are, except security and they are outdoors. If we want something to eat, we have to make it ourselves." Then, at the top of the wrought iron railing Elton leans a knee, lifting something metal, "looks like handcuffs." "I assure you, they are not for me, nor you. In fact they are not even real. A key is not needed to release them. It's a long story how they even got there." After years of sex with Eddie, Elton hungered for the taste of it, outside the boundary of a member of his family, "okay. I guess I'll just go with it." Making a bounding leap into the huge bed, Hasan says, "good. I am very glad." He slaps the sheet, causing Elton to kneel and waddle over to where his fox bod lay from head to toe in a sexy position, "come." Coming to Hasan, Elton was surprised when he halted him like a traffic cop, "wait one second." Getting off the bed, by way of one of the narrow walkways, Hasan leaves, goes into the main room, opens a draw, removes something and comes back. Seeing a rounded jar in his hand, Elton asks, "what's that?" "What's a massage without some nice coconut & aloe cream?" "Massage?" Elton says as he lay there, arms at his sides. "Yes. All you need to do," Hasan says as he inches his way towards Elton's naked bod, "is lie there and allow me to do the rest." He couldn't deny he wasn't nervous, Elton joking, "sounds good to me," he parks his hands behind his head, relaxing. Hasan loved it. He had it in mind to lean forward and take on those tufts of hair, as Elton opened the pit of each arm. Then he thought, 'what the heck', tightening the jar lid he just loosened, places it randomly on the bed. "No massage?" Elton questions. "I have a better tool to use," Hasan throws a leg over Elton's bod, and with coupling pubes, leans forward and zeros in on the left pit. "Damn!" Elton voices opinion of his pubes being pulverized, as Hasan leans to his left. Lifting his head, Hasan says, "am I being too rough?" "No, not at all. Never had anyone lick my pits before." Half a pushup, Hasan says, "I like pit hair. In fact, I love all hair." "Me too," Elton says. "Then you can lick me too." "No, I mean, I don't think I could lick another man's armpits, but I like the looks of it." "That's good. I like a man who knows what he likes. You tell me anything else you like and I will do it." Curious, Elton asks, "like, what else do you like to do?" "I am not too crazy about feet, but I will lick your legs, of course, cock and balls, front, back, ass...I am good at getting my tongue in deep. What about you?" Not sure in particular, Elton says, "I take it as it comes, but I do have one particular place I can make a meal out of and I hope it doesn't gross you out?" "Tell me," Hasan says, with excitement in his eyes. "I like to lick a guy's treasure trail from the chest, down and when I get to the end, I love to dig my tongue into his navel, if it's deep?" It was hint enough for Hasan to straighten up his bod, sitting up, allowing their pubes a breath of air, "how do you like my navel?" Just like Eddie's, deep, hairy bellyhole, "yeah, I'd like to lick out that beast!" It made them both laugh, but then got down to business. For now, Hasan selfishly starting in on Elton's pits, in between rubbing his chin and face on Elton's beard before sinking further down. Licking away at Elton's furry chest, Hasan found first the right nip, pulling it with his lips, sucking it, then the left, all to the tune of Elton's moaning. After the wet chest, he stuck out his tongue, painting a wet line down the stomach, till he did what Elton described to him, dug his tongue in. Not ass, but navel. "You have a deep navel as well?" Hasan 'was' good with his tongue, digging in like drilling for oil! It kept Elton an almost catatonic state, waking periodically to make sure this was real. However, as perfect plans never seem to work out that way, they hear a cell phone jingle! It startles Elton back to the past, whenever he reacts, with jumping out of bed, but, "I should get that. It could be my brother." Totally understanding, having 'had' a brother, "you should." But then, in total subservient manner, "hold on. I will get it." Elton props himself up on elbows, just in time to see Hasan on the rebound, with both pants and cell phone, cock and balls bobbling. "Here you go," he hands the phone to Elton, "but it has stopped and gone to voicemail." While studying his phone, Elton peeks over the edge to catch Hasan neatly folding his pants. The voicemail reads, "it's from Marc." Then, the phone rings again, highlighting the same. "Hey, Marc, what's up?" Hasan studies the call, volleying back and forth till Elton says, "sure you can come over." Then, after holding the microphone to his hairy belly, "it's okay if Marc comes over?" "If you want him to, it is fine." After disconnecting, Elton says, "maybe I should have asked you first." It's then Hasan has finished tidying up Elton's threads, making perfect piles, "I am very pleased Marc is coming." "Oh?" As he crawls from the bottom of the bed, Hasan says, "you have not seen Marc as I have seen him, in yoga class. He has a very hot bod, you know?" "Uh, no, I don't," Elton says, not paying attention to Hasan's words, in lieu of watching his nuts and bolt swing too and fro, in approach. It also occurs to him, "but there must be other men in the class that are hot, no?" Straddling Elton's thighs, his cock hung down into the pelvic region, Hasan says, "oh, every man in the class is hot, which I hunger every class to have them on my tongue!" They both roared with laughter, Elton saying, "I got to get me some of that nude yoga!" Right after saying it, the doorbell chimes, which has Elton saying, "is that Marc already?" "I guess," Hasan remarks. "I just hung up with him three minutes ago. It took us longer to get here, unless he knows a shorter route than you?" "Only one road," Hasan says, backing out of straddling Elton's legs. "You can come help me answer the door, if you like?" Bumping his ass to the right, Elton stands and walks towards Hasan, "sure." "Then, come along." "Like this? Aren't we going to throw on some robes?" "Don't you want to see the look on Marc's face, when he sees two college guys in the nude?" A new thing he hasn't heard, "oh, you're in college, too?" Hasan didn't answer, taking Elton's hand, "come on, before he turns around and leaves." The way this was going, topic like college or anything, there would be plenty of time for show and tell! Just as he called it, when Hasan opens the door, Marc is astounded, "damn! I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Elton, holding cock and balls with both hands, says, "kind of." "Oh. Then maybe I should go." Elton and Hasan exchange glances. Marc's feet are frozen to the floor. His house, Hasan cordially invites, "why don't you stay and have something to eat with us?" Before the night ended, Elton would find how enjoyable those cuffs could feel around his wrists. First he was entertained by Hasan and Marc, totally in the buff, fighting over who would suck cock or lick balls. Marc won out, manhandling, licking and sucking Elton's 9-inch tube. Hasan started out with Elton's balls, but it was awkward, but after seeing a new opportunity between Marc's legs, lay down slipping under Marc's ball sacs. Not the end of surprises, the doorbell rings. "Oh no," Hasan exclaims evacuating his mouth of Marc's balls. "What?" Marc questions, wiping the drool from his lips. "I recognize that ring," Elton says. "Morse code, isn't it?" Hasan responds, "yes. You know it?" "Well," Marc questions, "are you going to keep us in suspense?" Hasan hesitates for long as he can, "that ring. I know it, because Jason always uses it so I know it is him at the door." Marc got a little adamant, "you have a lover? When were you going to tell Elton about that?" Elton, with open mind, "chill, Marc. He kind of did say something. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation." Second ring, "if I don't answer, he wouldn't come back." In his whimsical thinking, Marc says, "he must give good head," laughs! "He's not at all like that." Third ring is like 'three strikes', Marc reaching for the door knob, "well, someone should respond before the poor man thinks he's not wanted!" All in their nakedness, Hasan says, "Allow me. You don't know him like I do." When the door opens, Marc and Elton stand there with dropped jaws. "About time you got to the door. One more ring and I was ready to leave. Who's this?" The complainer wore a full outfit of leather, boots, pants, vest and jacket, a hat to top it off. Marc says, "I think I've died and gone to heaven...or hell, whatever, take me to your dungeon, sir!" "Hasan?" Elton says, "is this your lover?" "Lover?" Jason says with laughter, "hardly, but here," he stands in front of naked-Marc, "now this could be something defintely worth my while." "Ohh-h-h-hh," Marc says, Jason's leather glove roughly grabbing up his balls. Hasan was torn, between Jason being the man, even though there was a roughly ten year age difference, who taught him everything to know about how to orally service a man, to completion. "Elton, I have a confession to make." "Jason 'is' your lover?" "No," Hasan says. "It's more complicated than that." "I certainly hope so. I was getting to like you, Hasan." "Elton, if you give me a chance, I can explain." It was a 'do this, or do that,' moment, deciding whether to grab his clothes and leave or maybe miss out on the hottest cub he's come across, Elton saying, "can we talk over, with something to drink?" When Jason sees Hasan head off in the direction of the kitchen, he says to Marc, "I'd like to see what you're made of, boy." It tickled Marc to think, as he follows Jason up the five stairs to the bedroom, that 'boy?', he was under the impression they were more close in age than Elton and Hasan. Once in the bedroom, Marc stripps down, says, "you want me to strip you, sir?" "I gather I'm not the first leather man to cross your paths and yes, but make sure you fold my clothes, or did you already know that?" Coyly, Marc says, "I know a lot you can do for me and what I can do for you." "I don't like riddles. Just get over here and strip me down." Removing the hat, Marc finds Jason to be blond. Baring his chest, his pecs are smooth, with suckable nips. Starting in the middle of his poundcakes, a reddish blond trail begins and thickens as it approaches Jason's navel. "You might be a boy worth my while," Jason states. Marc, as he unfastens Jason's pants, "I aim to please, sir." Like a rock, Jason stands there as Marc squats, untying each boot lace. Removing each he places them side by side at the base of the chair he's hung the leather jacket over. Taking down his pants, minus the briefs, Jason gasps, "nice. Can't wait to get my lips on that piece of raw meat!" Lifting each leg, Jason says, "just remember, you don't get anything for free, boy." Strangest thing though, after getting into bed, they act like a regular gay couple, calling out on a first name basis. B&D? S&M? Jason was capable, but found other means more satisfying. Even though Marc winds up, an hour later, on the shaft end of the stick! % % Copyright 2023 T. Chase McPhee Developing segments of ''YoGA MaTt' 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.