Naked yoga
By: R.T. Oaks
Tags: Gay Erotica, Sex Work, Erotica, Gay

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Encounter (1)

Years ago I was spending a lot of time in London, and I was hired by Timothy (or Timmy), a yoga instructor, to join a naked partner-yoga class. The client, James, was a wealthy mid-fifties gentleman who split his time between London and his country estate in Surrey. James didn’t speak much, but he seemed nice enough. Quiet, reserved, chuckled nervously. Timmy was a bit younger, 40-ish and friendly-faced. His body was smooth and yoga-toned. He did most of the talking for James.

The idea of nude yoga excited me — I love being naked, and I never had taken a yoga class. Timmy said James didn’t want sex and he promised me a lot of…hands-on guidance, so I gave him a good price.

The yoga instruction lasted about 45 minutes and was pretty PG-13. Timmy did give me a lot of hands-on attention, caressing my body when he corrected my stance; jokingly jiggling my balls, and lightly fingering my ass a couple of times. He would always announce how he was fondling me so James would look up and smile. I think he really liked to watch a bit of naughty fun. James probably went to one of those fancy British boarding schools where the boys grow into their adolescence jacking off in front of each other, egging one another on until the horniest of the lot sucks the others off. Most of his schoolmates appropriately repressed those desires and memories under a deep layer of English shame; but James’ fantasies matured with him.

Timmy led us through a few partner stretches back-to-back, butt-to-butt; and then he would flip me around and press my hips firmly forward so James would feel my soft, sweaty cock against his ass. In one pose we sat on the ground facing each other, our legs spread out to either side as far as they would go and with my feet pressed against James’ feet. Holding onto each other’s forearms we leaned forward and then backwards, feeling our inner thigh muscles pull tight. As we leaned deeper into the stretch our faces came closer to the other’s groins. Being far younger and far more flexible, I could get my face far closer to Jame’s penis than he could mine. I jokingly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out but couldn’t quite reach. Timmy laughed. James dick gave a twitch and he giggled. When we switched and I pulled on Jame’s forearms, Timmy stood behind him, using his hips to push him farther forward and joking that he needed to get close enough to smell the sweet stench of my sweaty cock and balls.

After we were done with the stretches, Timmy told us lie on our backs for a yoga cool down, a sort of guided meditation. He took us through some deep inhale-exhales, counted our breaths, listened to our heart beat… and then he guided us through a yoga body-scan. He ask us to focus our attention on a single part of our body as he called them out one by one. Ironically, this relaxation exercise is when things heated up.

I had never done a body-scan before, so when Timmy told me to feel the tip of my hair on my head I was kinda lost. How the fuck do I feel that? I thought to myself. I guess my frustration showed on my face because Tommy came over and place his hand on the top of my head. His touch was light, almost nothing; but it was enough that I could barely feel the sensation. He said this was definitely not how a it was supposed to be done, but it might help me focus for my first time. I felt the palm of his hand rest of my forehead, and then his finger on the tip of my nose. When he ran his finger down to my lips and around my mouth I started to feel a tingling pleasure. I opened my mouth to lick my lips, hoping to taste his finger, but he has already moved it too my chin. Then he softly stroked my neck, then my chest. Caressing the right side of my chest he told us to focus our attention on our right nipple. I felt his finger run a soft circle around my erect nipple. I was already feeling a tingling but this sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

I shuddered and Timmy continued to speak in a soft voice, almost a whisper. “Relax and focus on what your body is feeling. Relax and give into the sensations.”

Ribs…belly…right hip…right buttock…thigh…knee…calf…top of foot…big toe. Timmy traced a line down my body leaving a trail of goosebumps. He tickled the bottom of my right foot before moving to the left. big toe…calf…knee…inner left thigh… He paused right below my groin. It was then I noticed that my cock was stiff, rising above my belly. My attention had been so focused on his caressing hand I hadn’t even realized how visibly turned on I was. I wanted him to touch me. His hand was so close to my balls I could feel it’s warmth. Even the hair of my sac was standing at attention, reaching for his touch.

I kept my eyes shut and felt only his touch. Slowly, achingly slowly, Timmy circled my balls with a single finger and then slowly, so slowly, followed my bulging urethra to the head of my penis. He paused and I whimpered. I could feel the tip of my dick wet with pre-cum. He finally gripped my shaft with his whole hand and placed his thumb on the head, rubbing the pre-cum around the tip. I gasped and shuddered and sighed all at the same time.

Then I felt something soft and warm envelop me. The heat radiated inwards and his tongue began lapping at the underside of my dick. It felt more intense than any blowjob I could remember. I could feel the texture of his tongue, the crease of his lips, the wet of his spit.

It didn’t take long before I could feel the beginning of an explosive orgasm. My breath quickened and I began to moan. Timmy was so in-tune with my body he knew exactly what to do and what was coming. His tongue was massaging my dick, up and down, pushing it against the top of his mouth and the back of his throat. I moaned deeper, heavier and he kept going. I shuttered, clenched my jaw, tightened my abs, grabbed at the floor and pushed up with my hips. I felt the sperm leave my balls and surge up my cock. It burst out the tip and filled his mouth. I felt hot cum all around the head of my dick, still in his mouth, and his tongue lapped it up. I felt him swallow.

Once my breathing slowed I opened my eyes. I had almost forgotten where I was. Timmy was next to me, one hand resting on my belly, the other still gripping my penis as it went semi-soft. He was licking his lips through a serene smile and then nodded towards James. I turned my head and saw James, sitting upright with his legs sprawled in front of him. His hands were wet with his own cum. I guess he had sat up to watch the action, the posh perv. He was all smiles too.

And that was my first ever yoga class.

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