Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2023 11:51:35 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: 'YoGA MaT' o8 % 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? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html % Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m! 'YoGA MaT' o8 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Being the object of John and Sherman not coming together for the purpose of making a little nookie, they headed back to the kitchen. They stood right into the middle of dinner prep. Greg, who right now wasn't into Alton, literally, exclaims, "oh good, I can use an extra pair of hands over here, Sherman," hesitating for no reason, or an unknown one, "or John?" John wondered if that smile on Greg's face was meant to entice, which has him saying, "I guess I'm available," he raises his hand like in grade school. The feeling of being with John still lingering like an aphrodesiac, Sherman eagerly follows, except Tom grabs him by the bicep, which switches his train of thought, the hardness of the muscle, "oh my!" Their conversation would have continued, except John asks, "hey Shermy, can you loosen this cap?" Presented with a small jar, Sherman flutters John out of the way, "yeah, I've got this." There were other jars to be opened, which has John gravitating over towards Tom, "I think Shermy thinks I might be more used friendly with a blender?" Typical of an unknown force bringing people together for a purpose! From that alone, got Tom talking about the new smoothie bar they were planning on building into the yoga studio and after two pushes of a button, "you just might have a job ready to walk into, John. You're very good with your fingers?" John has a dirty thought, viewing those two perky pecs through the thin, furry fabric of Tom's chest. He also notices something about himself, compared to Tom, Marc and Elton, "um, do you think it would be okay if I took my pants off?" "Hey," Tom says, "no judgement here, everyone chooses what to take off and what to keep on." What had helped John come to that decision, to strip, probably was the result of sampling the Margaritas, "oh, now this is tasty." "Does it need to be changed up?" "I don't know," John takes another sip, "on account of I never had one before." While talking, John's hands weren't pushing buttons, not in the 'blender' sense, busy at unbuttoning his shorts, lowering them. Being he and Phillip were on the road, they got to going brief-less. Tom thought John's decision kind of 'cool', watching his pants drop, what dropped out of them! John takes another sip and feeling more than a little light-headed, turns to Tom, "I hope this is not going to interfere with that new job at the smoothie bar, but I thing I'm bigger than you?" He stops and with self-analysis, John wonders why he said that, having been the shy type. A little shell-shocked, it's something Tom never dreamed would come from John's lips, but being he was a little tipsy himself, "are you sure about that, John?" Holding his shaft on the palm of his hand, John looks at it, "should we measure?" Laughing, Tom says, "hell-yeah, let's do it!" There it was, the tongue at the side of the mouth, pinched in between lips, John edging his way towards Tom. Tom did have thoughts, someday working with John and having a vision of that big piece of meat lying next to his, but sexual rhythm has its way of blurring all of that away. "Dayam," Tom says, feeling John's cock lying next to his. Once started, Tom couldn't stop himself, taking both of their shafts in hand, adding a little coconut oil, meant for some tropical drink ingredient. Little did they know, or think about it, Greg Sherman were having their own little kitchen party. Sherman does keep tabs on John. "By the looks of John, it looks like too much sugar syrup has been added to the rum punch?" They could have been accused of the same, too much of an added ingredient, in the makings of a pitcher of martinis, Greg quizzing Sherman, "what do you think, a little more gin or vermouth?" Sherman had to laugh, not which it was too funny that Greg, even though mentioning the liquors, had his eyes affixed below the belt, "I don't know," he ignores it, or rather teases, "you're the one pouring." Sherman's job had been to open jars and taking a small plastic bin of speciality toothpicks, spearhead two olives, the last a little white onion onto each skewer. "Taste for me?" Tom swishes the pitcher around. Sherman didn't see any martini glasses around, takes the pitcher out of Greg's hands and drinks from the side. Except, his mouth misses, "oh damn!" He backs away the pitcher, revealing the martini solution has splashed onto his chest, waterfalling right down between his poundcakes, following the dark trail, ending where they could not view anymore of the flow. Greg takes the pitcher out of Sherman's hand, insisting, "that's okay. I'm got you covered." As Sherman finds out, he sure did, taking him by the shoulders, his tongue, like lightning, is lapping away at the martini! Back on John's side of the room, "rum," he swishes the punch around in his mouth as if mouth wash, "too much, I think, but adding a little more lemon or lime could counteract that." Tom got a thrill out of Sherman reaching over in front of him, grazing his cock against his ass. Tom was more than stunned! John, on about his twentieth tast, "a little more lime. Want to hand me the citrus squeezer, Tom?" Promiscuously, Tom says, "no. Come and get it!" Thinking he's the only one who felt something below the belt? John has the audacity to grab Tom's shaft in his hand, holding it out of the way... "Oh damn, John!" John, totally under the 'influence', laughs, "nice size, Tom. Being John's hand was not only handling his shaft, but orbs, Tom jokes, "how about put them balls in the citrus squeezer and milk'em dry?" Not which John was into ball torture, hadn't an inkling of what it entails, "you think that would improve the rum?" "You're a sick man, Tom," John says, letting Tom's shaft swing free. It did stirred up past memories for Tom, when at a post-basketball game and a little too much Jack Daniels, he did try on the a ball gag some of his buddies found in a old gym locker. 'Tried', his balls too big to fit! Back at the martini table, Greg is apologizing for his actions, "let me make it up to you, Sherman?" They too had sipped, tasted, tested for just the right amount of ingredients. Almost convinced, Sherman looks across the room, seeing John and Tom getting a little too close, "excuse me, Greg." Boy, was Greg disappointed, so close to having those balls for a pre-cocktail meal! Approaching the counter, Sherman saw that John was bottomless, but not meaning to judge, "hey, what are you making there, John?" John, a little more tipsy, turns to his sidekick, "uh, what are we making, Tom?" "About five minutes ago it was Margarita's, but now I'm not sure what we're conjuring up!" Sherman had pretended, with Greg, that he was drinking. Years ago he had had an ugly bout with a buddy and alcoholism, so learned the trick to mingle at a party and not feel the effects like other, drinking until drunk. To see a young guy like John slowly getting wasted, "hey John, I'm hungry. How about we get something to eat?" John's mind, even though buzzed, reconnects with the hot tub encounter, "okay if I leave you with this, Tom?" "No problem, buddy!" Not out of jealousy, maybe Sherman thinking Tom a bad influence, "you and Tom warmed up to each other rather quickly?" Walking over to the food basket he brought, Sherman tears into the crackers and cheese. "Oh, did I ruin it for us? I didn't mean to." He expected the 'jealousy' response, but when John comes up with something more original, "of course not. It would take a lot more than that to tear me away from a guy I care so much about." John takes the offered cracker, chews on it and in broken 'english-foodlish', spits bits out, "yu-crair-bou-me-rearily-muc?" Sherman looks down upon his chest, all little bits of crackers spat upon the dark hair, already sticky from the martini dribble. John observes the crumbs, likewise, using a hand to brush it off, "ick, what's this?" More than John's sticky fingers, Sherman feels more. Striking a nerve, Sherman exclaims, "damn, John!" Thinking he's done something really wrong, his eyebrows sink. Realizing it, John looking like he's ready to bawl his eyes out, Sherman says, "oh no, baby. It's nothing you did wrong. It's just that...my nips are just so damn sensitive." Sobering, John says, "really?" Sherman set off laughing, by John feeling up both his nips, "yeah, they are kinda hard." Sherman says, "that's not the only thing!" Really, if John hadn't had the hard drink Tom offered him, he might be sober enough to shop and not touch the goods. Looking down, up, down, up, John is astounded, "wow, you really are big, Sherman!" More than observing with his eyes, Sherman reaches down between them and grabs hold of John, "not so puny yourself." "Oh my god, Shermy!" Sherman had to laugh. No one has called him 'Shermy' since his grammy when he was a little boy, "what'd I do?" Both could see the effect of giving John even one little stroke, Sherman's hand coming up between them, rubbing sap between fingertips. John was even more bonked out of his gourd, Sherman licking off his fingertips as if sticky candy. If he were sober, John might have felt repulsed, having neither done that himself, or observed another guy do it, "um, you got any free samples?" Certainly, John turning on him, the suddenness of feeling a hand on his tube, Sherman started sensing the erotic sensation of a handjob, "not immediately, but you keep that up and..." And closing in on their pairup, hands on each others hard shafts, Tom shows, "hey, we'll be throwing the steaks on the," he realizes what the counter has been hiding, "oh my, if you happen to be needing a hand, or a mouth for that matter, I think the steaks can wait!" He most likely would have been shy, naive about his thinking, only John had way over the limit of rum, more than he's had in a lifetime, "you can do two at once? I'd like to see that!" He laughs, Sherman doing the same, making comment, "yeah me too!" For Tom, this wasn't exactly the time, nor place, but ready to do his best, he starts to fall to one knee. Might've succeeded if Mat hadn't come along, "uh, hon, what do you think you're doing?" Tom acts cool and fast, tearing his apron off overhead, then using it on the floor, "they spilled something. Was just bending down to clean it up." "Yeah," Mat is not that naive, "I can see it's dripping right from their faucets." While down on his knees, ready to clean up a nonexistent drip, Tom has a melancholy moment, of the first time he 'tasted' Mat. They had been out hiking, meeting when Tom comes down the mountain, into the picnic grove and spots Mat, lying of a wooden table, shirtless, but hiking shorts anchored under his balls. The compulsion was too great and whether at the time Mat was gay or straight, he hadn't a clue, but his water bottle having run dry, Tom lusted to wet his lips! "Tom, can I see you in the bedroom for a minute?" Rising up from viewing three dicks, Tom says, "sure, but what about the steaks?" He knew John, but of the other guy, "and you are?" Tom says, "you must've been occupied for the introductions. This is John's friend, Sherman." Of Sherman's anatomical appearance, Mat says, "sweet." John says, "I think so!" Sherman smiles at John's inference, reaching over and shaking hands with Mat. Mat could have stood there studying Sherman till his shaft swelled to proportions beyong control. Tom was working on some lust of his own, "you were saying about the bedroom, Mat?" From his perspective, Mat was thinking neither of the two easy prey, giving up his dibs on either one, "you know to cook steak, Sherman?" "Me, cook?" Sherman laughs out loud. However, John steps in, "medium rare or welldone, I'm your man!" Mat drags Tom away. Sherman says, "I was thinking the same thing." "About?" "I'd love to find out how you like your steak?" Not getting it right away, John was thinking about slabs of beef on a platter, but then, "oh, you mean?" John didn't know where to place his hands, being Sherman, as he kissed him, held both their 'steaks' in one hand, softly tenderizing them both! Alton steps off the landing, Greg in tow, both naked as bald eagles, but it was the third guy who says, "hey, the bedroom is free, if you guys need a room?" John's jaw drops like a goldfish, at the sight, "Phillip? Were you with both those guys?" "Yeah, dude," Phillip is outspoken, "you never heard of a threeway?" Sherman checks, "have you?" "Of course, but I never thought Phillip would be doing one." John then interrogates, "have you?" "Only one-on-one, but none of them mattered as much as now." John was asking himself, 'what does that mean?' trying to figure out where this was all leading. Without clothing, no one had anywhere to pocket a phone, countertops littered with them, which has Elton coming over, "hey, is this your phone, Sherman?" "Yes," he gazes at Elton, seeing him for the first time totally naked, "it is." Obvious to the fact Sherman's eyes are all over him, Elton says, "so, do you like me better with or without?" "Huh?" "Clothes, dah!" Getting him off the hook, since Sherman and are just developing something beyond friendship, John says, "I think you look good either way, Elton." Everyone was a little tipsy and with it came the lack of suppressing feelings, Elton grabbing John up in a hug, "thanks very much, John." Obviously 'not the Elton' that entered the home, he turns to Sherman, "do I get a hug from you too?" Sherman looks to John, as if he had to ask permission. His phone goes to voicemail. John smiles, saying, "why not?" Sherman spends hours in the gym, working on his physique, but not necessarily drawn to those who don't and as Elton hugs him, moves his hand up and down the fuzzy stomach. "Okay," John has had enough of gazing upon the two, "your time is up." "Fine," Elton says with a giggle, walking away. "What was that about?" Sherman puts it to John. "Nuthin'. I just thought maybe Elton was hanging onto you a little too long. And oh, what's with the tummy rub?" Closing in on that swimmers build, Sherman smiles, back of a hand starting rub up and down the thin trickle of abs trail, "whatsamatter loverboy, jealous?" Before John could answer, Sherman is keeping his lips busy! "Hey, Shermy," they hear a call from across the room. Apparently someone has picked up on John's nickname, Marc calling his attention. "What?" Sherman says like he's annoyed. "Your steak is ready for the grill!" Others laugh along with Marc. Still half-hugging John, Sherman jokes, "I know where I'd like to put my steak right now!" 'Tipsy-John' knowing what Sherman means, says, "hey, can I watch, Shermy?" "For real, John?" "Nah, but I did think of something real funny." Sherman says, "oh, what's that?" "Well, I never done it, but thought about you lying on the bed, me coming up between your legs, lifting your shaft and balls out of the way and...well you can guess the rest," John laughs. It was different for Sherman, guys usually wanting his big bronze shaft poking them in the ass, but not put off by the suggestion, "man, sure would like to know what damage your shaft can do, John!" "Oh!" "Whatsamatter?" "Nuthin'," John says, "but I'd have a problem, since I've never fucked a guy before, Shermy" "Trust me," Sherman smiles, "it's not hard at all. Once you get inside it's pure heaven. But oh, something I only know from the giving and not the receiving, so it might be different for you." "You'ver never been fucked, Shermy?" Sherman thought it cute, even though John began to get a little repetitive with his nickname, but about the virginity question, "um, no. You'd be the first." Totally new to all this, John says, "am I supposed to ask for your permission or something?" "All the times I've," Sherman giggles, "full-'filled a guy's dreams, it was more compulsion than etiquette. Come to think of it, I've never heard any guy ask permission to ram his cock up an ass!" Because Sherman was laughing, John did too, still unsure, "you think you would be okay with me inside you?" "Okay, baby? Damn, I think Marc's steaks are gonna have to take a back seat!" Marc comes out of the pantry, doing an eye search, "hey Elton, where did Sherman go?" Knowing the wiser, Elton says, "same place as John," giving his boyfriend a wink. "Oh. Well," Marc smiles back, "I hope they are back in time for dessert!" Just as Marc was ready to pick up the platter of raw steaks, Randy walks in, his dick swinging side to side, "hey, when do we eat? Nick and I are starved." Marc hands the platter over to Randy, "think you can figure out how to fire up the grill?" Randy turns back around, "Nick, know anything about grills?" "Did you forget I'm a meat department manager?" he takes the platter off Randy's hands, "come. Follow." Looking upon that ass again, Randy says, "with pleasure, boyfriend!" It made Nick smile, thinking he felt the same way, but with insight to the future, that status was to change, and soon. With all the activity going on, including a little frisbee-throwing out by the pool, everyone was famished. Elton, lounging with a paper plate of food on his tummy, "well Marc, you really know how to throw a party." Marc says with sarcasm and wonder, "when four hours ago it was to be just you and me?" Forgetting he has well balanced a meal on his chest, Marc turns to kiss Elton, "oh shit!" "No problem. I'll get Phillip over here to lick it up!" "Yeah, would you believe him?" "No. Yes. I mean, I would never think of Phillip as the type, circling the party and hounding every man for a blowjob." "Me too," Marc agrees, "an insatiable tongue!" They laugh it off, Elton saying, "if he comes over here one more time, advertising to give a free blow job, I," he thinks on it, a way to curve Phillip's desire, "you and me, we're gonna tie him down!" "Roping me into it, El?" Marc laughs. "Not punny...yeah, okay, maybe a little," Elton chuckles. "Then again," Marc says, picking his plate up, heaving his soiled chest up out of the lounge chair, "hold that thought." Marc didn't know where to stack his plate on Elton's bod, being his stomach was already plated, places it on his pubes! "Be right back." "Marc," Elton turns his head to follow him heading off towards the garage. Finally the suspense gets the best of him, Elton picking up his plate, setting it down, ejects himself from the chair. By now he already knew the run of the house, inside and out, which has him at the side door to the garage. "Marc?" "Over here, El." Coming upon Marc, half his bod buried in a deep, deep plastic container, he pulls himself, both hands holding a knotted cord of rope. "What's that for?" "A little fun and imagination!" "But what are you going to do with it?" Marc leads Elton out of the garage. "Deprieve Phillip of his out of control desires?" Returning to the party, before Phillip even gets wind of the two returning, Nick is right in front of them, "hell yeah!" "It's not for you," Marc says. From a distance, Randy's eyes trained on the scene, remarks, "what the hell?" Marc was detained from his original purpose, Nick trying to convince him of something. Having made his way over there, Randy says, "what's up with the rope, Marc?" Rather than only himself, Marc says, "Elton and I were making our way to over-lustful Phillip, but your boyfriend here seems to have other ideas." The alcohol had been flowing for hours, so goes a man's mind, Nick pleading, "oh Randy, honey, darling, baby, can you play with me?" Randy snickers, giggles, follows with a sharp laugh, "damn, Nick, you were talking about other guys, I didn't realize you were really talking about yourself?" Marc says, "you and Nick are into bondage?" "No, not me, but Nick did say some of his friends liked not only getting tied up, but some other stuff." A bus driver hears a lot of stuff on a bus, especially when a young gay couple talk of how their evening of sexual activity 'begins', which has Marc relating, "I know how that goes." "You do?" Elton is curious. "Yeah, I hear stuff like that on the bus, couples needing a little something extra to get the juices flowing." Elton asks, "is that why you have all that rope in the garage, Marc?" Nick jumps on it, "you have more rope, Marc?" Elton answers for him, "yeah, in the garage. A big plastic bin full of the stuff." Nick didn't really need to beg Randy to take a walk over to the garage, his long shaft leading their thoughts of what to do next. "Think they'll find it?" Marc smiles, thinking, "oh, I think they'll find much much more if they do a search of the other bins!" Elton felt compelled to pry into Marc's secret business, learning that the young gay couple on the bus were actually of college age, fratboys with no place to practice the fine art of bdsm. "You invited them here?" "Yup." "Did you involve yourself?" Not out of pride, but because the frat boys more or less invited him to join in, "yup, to some extent." "What part did you play, were you a giver? Taker?" Timidly, Elton says, "um, do you think you can show me a little of what you did with them?" Marc thinks on it, which by this time, Randy and Nick come from the garage, each carrying a plastic bin. "Oh shit, I think they found the motherlode!" Not only bringing the bins out, Randy announces, "hey guys, anyone up for some s&m?" Nick is twirling around a chain, clamps attached to each end, "who wants to attach these to my nips?" Randy turns to Nick, harshly saying, "no one is putting them on your nips, except me, get it?" "I sure do, sir," Nick says, leaning in and kissing Randy! No sooner had they set the tubs down, Alton is over there picking through it, "hell, yeah," he comes up with a flogger. Right behind him were Greg, nudging Phillip out of the line of wanna-bes, "I was here first." Regardless of who was first, the bulge between legs show there was great desire among them. John says, "any idea of what they're talking about, Shermy?" They had found the bedroom, but for Sherman and John, it didn't seem like the right time. Either that or place, finding there way back downstairs and fitting their swimmer and basketball frames in a lounge chair made for two. "Yeah, I know what they're talking about. Been there, done that, but for right now, I'm more interested in the nice time we're having over here, learning more about you." Perhaps John didn't know what was coming out of the bins, but when Phillip comes over, "hey John, look, just like that night on the road. You know, in Wyoming, when we stopped by that ranch?" Then he ran off, which had Sherman saying, "Wyoming? Ranch?" "Yeah, one of those things I didn't mention about me. I didn't know how you would react, that maybe you'd get up and run away." The clincher, "because of something I did?" It looks like John had chosen the golden nugget of boyfriends, Sherman saying, "I'm not out to judge you. Of both of us, I'm sure we're going to find some strange things, being we're two different people, from two different walks of life. Me? There's nothing much that's going to scare me away, unless you tell me you were once an axe murderer?" "Oh, I can promise you that there's no murders in my past." Of their bods lying there in the lounge chair built for two, sometimes an action was initiated by John, Sherman reciprocating. A lot of time Sherman felt led to massage John's shaft, which brought on the pangs of wanting to jerk off, other times a soothing feeling of comfort and security. Not only between the legs, Sherman would lean in and lick or suckle on a nip, something John had never experienced, but loved it immensely. Whenever Sherman stops, John pulls his head back to his pec. "So, here's something," Sherman says, massaging John down below, "would you rather have one of Phillip's brushes used on your nips, or my tongue?" "You really have to ask me that, Shermy?" Acting in the negative, Sherman says, "silly me!" "But pretty soon, with all that cock-massaging, I'm feeling another compulsion here, Shermy." In total surrender, Sherman says, "I am so loving that idea and yeah, look forward to it over and over." "Well," John was thinking only of tonight, "I probably only have enough stamina for one time." Sherman sends a message, "oh, I wasn't thinking of now. More like tomorrow night, the night after, the night after that, and so on?" John swallows spit, "are you saying something like you want us to be together, like more than tonight?" Comfident of this decision, Sherman says, "tonight, tomorrow night, the next night, the next night after that..." "Okay, I get it." Repositioning himself, hand coming off John's hard tube, holding him with both hands, "you don't sound like you have the same feelings as I do?" "It's not that at all, Shermy. By the way, you're okay with me calling you that, but you haven't said?" Sherman smiles, "I've been called alot worse! Yeah, it's fine. No, it's great, personal. I like it." "I used to like to be called Johnny, but mostly my mom called me that. After awhile I asked her to call me John, telling her Johnny was for kids. She never stopped calling me Johnny." Sherman saves him the distinction, "I like John." "Only the name?" "Now you're playing games." They smile at each other and drawn together, kiss. "Now," Sherman says, "about that ranch in Wyoming?" % % Copyright 2023 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.