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'YoGA MaT' 12
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Lance felt a little strange in the locker room, dressing. First, his fellow naked yoga class members had already showered and cleared out, most going back to work or on with their plans for the day. He did feel nervous, being the one chosen to present Mat with the honorable gift in class, being 'that close' to Mat while naked. Yet, bit a lip when a frivolous idea came to mind, to help Mat drop his yoga pants. Lance was amazed that Mat didn't lash out and belt him for even touching skin with both thumbs.
Years ago, when he was in his twenties, Lance was at a frat party. Since other guys were manhandling guys, he felt the urge to do the same. He didn't know till later, when the party was winding down, the guy he was fondling was the boyfriend of the landlord. After everyone else had left, Lance was the only partier present, with 'Mike' and Mike's friend, 'Karl'. Mike's partner had gone to bed.
Lance was invited into another room. He said he had to get up early in the morning, that he had to go.
Mike had other ideas, "we'd really like you to stay and have a drink with us."
"Thanks, but I've got to go. Really," Lance grabbed his jacket off a coat tree and headed for the door.
Karl grabbed onto Lance's hoodie, saying, "you ungrateful little prick!"
As Lance is jerked backwards, he turns and lands right on Karl's left hook.
"Ughhhh," he fell to his knees.
Mike, who was a big, burley muscle guy, takes Lance up in a full nelson and with Karl leading the way, ushers him forcefully into the room.
With a flick of a switch, Karl illuminates the darkened room.
Lance was immediately appalled by his surroundings, "what the fuck is this?"
Karl, who acted like the ringmaster, said, "depending on how you look at it, could be Mike and I having a good time, or we could all join in and have some real fun!"
Karl's theory went right over Lance's head, being he was the one being subdued, the one who was being fitted with cuffs at the wrists.
With struggling effort, Lance warned, "you better let me go."
Cuffs on his wrists, arms overhead, Lance could not fight the two off, Mike saying, "or you'll what?"
Mike comes around, from behind Lance, a leather harness over his hairy, robust chest, working his butt into leathery shorts.
Lance couldn't deny the look wasn't eye catching.
Holding both of Lance's pecs in his hands, Karl runs his thumbs over the small nubs, "oh, am I gonna have fun perking these up!"
"What tha fuck?" Lance panics, "unfasten me now."
Lance could not contest, even though fear was filling him up, deeper down, Karl's thumbs were causing quite the commotion in his balls.
"Oh yeah," Karl says, dropping one hand to Lance's shaft, the other mashing a nip, "just as I figured, you're loving this, aren't you boy?"
Two things, Lance barked back, "I'm not your boy. Stop it and untie me."
Karl does stop, backs off, "ready, Mike?"
Horror filled Lance, as Mike comes around front of him, wearing a pair of boxing gloves.
"Ready as I'll ever be, Karl. How about you, boy?"
Regardless of the name pinned on him, Lance wasn't ready to play their game, "both of you, you're insane."
It was a long night for Lance, his gut being pummeled with Mike's boxing gloves, Karl working his nips with pinchy toys. Wasn't all pain though, Lance surprised when Karl dipped his head, opened his mouth and as he pulled on a chain attached to his nips, worked his shaft with tongue and lips. He was just as taken aback, when Karl lowers the chain his bod was hanging from, only to have Mike sit on his shaft which was just sucked into fucking shape. It's then Lance couldn't help but buck his hips, forgetting about clamps pinching his nips, or an ass sitting on his hard shaft. About ready to come, Lance was surprised once more, Karl's mouth replacing Mike's ass, pumping his load down Karl's throat!
That was years ago, when he was a fratboy, but it's lingered in his mind, Karl and Mike inviting him back now and then to the city, where, near a mega department store which sold men's furnishings and things, Lance helped the friends shop for leather toys and implements.
Tom making plans on the spot, hadn't a clue someone was listening in on his crafty plans.
"Oh, and no one thought of inviting me?"
Randy had taken Daan home, got him showered, cat-napped and brought him back to the yoga studio.
Not planning on it, Tom knew he would have to patch his plan, "of course we were going to invite you, Randy."
"Don't fuck with me, Tom. I wasn't born yesterday."
So, it was one of the times Tom admitted he was wrong not to invite one of the key employees at the studio, not to mention a guy he rescued from making a meal out of the dumpster out back and turning him into a decent young man.
Back in the lobby, when Randy found out Tom was headed to the city, right behind him was Mat. Mat couldn't go, but he said before they headed out to the Big Apple, to drop Elton off at his apartment.
When Elton got wind of them heading to the city, "cool. Mind if I take a ride with you?"
That's the point Nick's truck became impractical, them piling into Tom's SUV.
However, that was x-ed off too, them opting out for the light blue van with 'Mat's Yoga Studio' imprinted on the side.
Randy jokes, "at least you'll be getting some good publicity, Tom," he pats Tom on the rear and not the shoulder.
Another guy, Tom might have reprimanded, but Randy could get away with most anything!
Tom tosses Nick the keys, "heads up, you're driving, and not a scratch, y'hear?"
"Yes, boss," Nick says, opening the driver's door and climbing in.
Randy and Daan squeeze in the back seat.
Elton had to run across the street for a latte, which has Tom complaining as he enters the rear seats, "well, if Elton's coming, he should be here."
Randy jokes, "don't have a cow, dad. Besides, here he comes now."
However, Elton was not alone, another dude with him and as he opens the door, "hey, this guy says he knows you and will give him a ride home?"
Tom sure did recognize him. In fact he was trying to find some little reason to corner the hot, hunky Arabic man, "oh, its you Hasan. Sure, we can give you a lift."
Hasan didn't wait, hustling Randy inside and then hopping in himself, and Daan, which evicts Tom from the third rear passenger seat.
"Well!" Tom reacts, being he was part owner of the company van and not Randy.
Being he was saving cab fare, Hasan should not have complained, "I can't sit in the back. I get car sick."
Instead, he waits and when one of the other guys don't offer to take his place, Hasan backs his ass out of the van and pulls the front passenger door open, "I'm riding up here with you."
A 'dream come true', Tom thinks, but especially moved when Hasan's arm comes to rest on his thigh, tries to make himself as accessible as possible, putting his own arm up and over the top of the seat.
Realizing his hand has landed on Tom's thigh and not his own, Hasan makes no attempt to remove it. Besides, there was no where to put it, except in the crease of his legs, but he does offer, "sorry 'bout that, Tom."
Tom smiles, "no problem. I'm sure you didn't mean to do it."
Hasan wasn't sure of a followup, but being he didn't really know Tom, left things at that. Feeling sense of closeness, he pretends their shirts aren't separating them from their flesh, which has him dismiss thoughts such as this because it starts his balls to flutuate.
Elton stirs up unlike conversation, "I never get to get to the city much anymore."
"I've never been," Hasan says.
It prompts the others to gasp, Nick saying, "I don't know anyone who has not been to New York City!"
"Well," Elton helps himself out, "while we're going, we might as well show Hasan all the major sights, in Manhattan that is."
"Wait a minute," Tom does the 'time-out' sign, "I thought you had to go home, Elton?"
"Nope. Not really."
Hasan says, "I don't have anything to do much either."
Tom didn't really mind, 'that' much, being he's totally familiar with Hasan's hot, hairy bod, which is now parked right next to his, plus since he's never been to the city, wonders what he will think when they are done shopping Braddock's and head to his friend's leather shop, "that means you've never been to Pasquale's."
The wheels began turning in Tom's head and figuring they would be stuck in an hour and a half of traffic, what better way to spend time, but dreaming about Hasan stripped naked and bound to some bondage apparatus. Of course, he would be right there next to him, both waiting for his friend, Don Pasquale to come apply a torture fitting for himself, a well-rehearsed player in the scene.
As they get going, Tom didn't get to dream, Lance saying, "I have a story to share."
Randy had just finished telling how he and Nick had met, "cool. Let's hear it."
Nick says, "is it going to make me hard? Like, should I loosen the seatbelt?"
Randy says, "back seats optional, boyfriend," he looks to Nick.
Lance says, "oh, so your boyfriends?"
"We are," Randy says, "but anytime you feel you want to join in, we kind of like it that way, if you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I get it," Lance got it, but wasn't sure anything more than another guy, in bed at once, was for him.
"In fact," Nick glances to Randy, "notice we didn't ask you for the tolls, guys?"
"Oh, that's just wrong, Nick," Randy condemns, condemns his boyfriend for even insinuating some type of sexual payback. Three seats back, he wasn't in reach, "someone punch Nick in the arm for me?"
Not a punch, but Lance taps the side of Nick's shouder, smiling.
"Ow-w-w, Lance!"
"Get off it, boyfriend. You like that as much as having your balls strangled!"
Nick smiles, saying, "and who's gonna do it!"
Tom says, "okay guys, you have my cock's attention."
Hasan had dozed off, Elton saying, "well, just let me know if you need some help with it, Tom!"
The van cracks up in laughter, waking a dozed off Hasan, only to fall back to sleep.
Tom was bored, accidently-on-purpose nudging Hasan with an elbow, then began carrying on their own conversation, meaning, or not, to get their laps ticking.
Lance was glad for the long tirade of joking, kidding, suckerpunching and whatnot,
Dead conversation had Lance leading off, "so, you like your balls played with, Nick?"
Lance giggles, in case they didn't pick up on where he was headed with this.
Randy overhears, "why, Lance? You want to play with Nick's balls?"
Nick jumps the gun, "or maybe Lance wants to have his balls played with?"
More seriously suggested, Lance says, "balls no. Nips, okay."
Randy has scanned Lance's naked bod more than once from neck to navel and lower, never picking up on maimed nips, "hm, maybe. What are you up for?"
Lance hadn't a clue to what leather devices could turn a man on through his balls or other parts of the anatomy, except fingers on the nips. By doing it on a casual basis, Lance can say, "probably whatever you guys can get into," strongly hinting, "I can really dig another guy pulverizing my nips."
Daan was playing it cool, staying silent, taking it all in, trying to figure out how far Lance was going with this interest in the 'occult', what he always thought bdsm was about. After dabbling in it, he realized it wasn't a product of some kind of devil worship, but an occasional 'hobby', whereas guys got immense pleasure from giving and getting.
Finally, with Randy and Daan involving themselves with each other, Tom turns to Lance, "so, how much does it excite you to have your nipples played with?"
While Lance and Tom got deeper into conversation, Nick stops at a red traffic signal.
"Hold on a minute there, Lance."
Looking across the intersection, Tom lifts his sunglasses, peers out over the dash, "hey, that guy hitching a ride, isn't that Duncan?"
Nick, not having met the landscaper, questions, "which hot hitcher we talking about?"
Apparently, there was one of their side of the street, heading their way, another walking towards them, sweaty, barechested, reflecting the sun off like he had been doused in oil.
Even though Hasan had been sleeping, when he awoke he was totally in control of his senses. Glancing past Nick , "you want that I should go ask him if he wants a ride?"
Nick says, "um, if you hadn't noticed Hasan, we're not going in his direction?"
Up until now, no one suspected Hasan of being gay, maybe one of them having suspicions of such, Nick saying, "I wish I had know that earlier, you were gay, Hasan, I would have had you sitting next to me," he laughs.
Tom says, "let me out. You can pick me up when the light changes."
Lance lusted for the 'bear' walking towards them and not wanting to miss the chance meetup, "I'll go with you, Tom."
Tom didn't hear the suggestive remark, nor realizes Lance on his tail.
Nick and Hasan seemed to be on the same train of thought, yet why would a dude want a lift, if he weren't headed in the same direction?
That didn't phase Hasan. All he cared about was the guy was young, shirtless, sweaty and the sun was glaring off that beautiful bod.
Even though Nick couldn't see the gist of it, "why don't you go see if he needs a ride, Hasan?"
Way ahead of Nick on that one, Hasan jacks the door, "I'll be back in a minute."
Tom and Lance cross the intersection on their left. A rogue van, obviously over the speed limit inadvertently heads towards the two. Behind, Lance throws his arms around Tom, the vehicle barely missing him by a couple of inches.
He couldn't deny, Lance's chest up against his back, holding him like a position put in for thugs to work him over, Tom says, "whew the was a close one."
It was tempting, Lance's hands right there, at the sides of Tom's pecs, not to reach out and give each nip a tweak, but the fact Duncan finally sees Tom, he comes rushing towards them.
"Hey there, Tom!"
Hasan being careful to step out in front of the Yoga van. It wasn't too busy, each reaching their destination.
Nick, like some of the guys in the back, are more interested in watching Hasan on his mission of mercy.
Randy says, "dear God, please make him gay!"
The distraction not only had Elton almost in Randy's lap, but Daan and Lance had put away their conversation of bdsm experiences away for the moment.
Tom returns and even a little disturbed Duncan has Lance up in chat, excluding him, "hey guys, Duncan's truck has had to make a sudden trip to the service center."
It was like Tom's voice was falling on deaf ears, "anyone listening to me?"
It's then he misses his riding buddy, "hey, where's Hasan?"
Now Duncan has crossed over to gazing over the hood of the van, following the shirtless guy walking with another, "are one of those your man?"
Light turns green and Nick gets the beep, which has him putting on his emergency flashers.
As the vehicle behind passes Nick, the passenger yells out, "thanks for putting on your flashers, asshole," and drives past.
"Now, how unfriendly was that?" Nick comments.
Randy, who saw and heard the whole thing, says, "cut him a break, boyfriend. He was kinda hot looking!"
Others agree, until Randy spots a cop, walking on the street side of the van, "oh shit!"
Before Nick can catch on, the officer is there and since the window is already open, "I'm sure there's a very good reason why you're parked in the space allotted our city buses, to pick up and discharge customers?"
Then, Duncan, who sits next to Tom, reaches a hand to the seat on the other side of him, pulls his whole bod over both Tom and Nick, and hanging his upper bod almost out the window, "I thought I recognized that voice!"
"Damn, is that you, Dunc?"
Tom didn't want Duncan to stop leaning over him, even though both legs were pressed together, putting the squeeze on both his nuts, but distracting himself, "you know this cop?"
Using Nick's shoulder to press himself back inside then jacking the door, Duncan smiles at Tom, "let's hope he's not too mad at me for leaving him tied to the bed," he adds, "long story," jacks the door and steps out.
The officer, after walking around front of the Yoga van, meets Duncan on the sidewalk, "I oughta cite you for every offense, for what you done to me."
Duncan wasn't too worried, being he was never arrested for anything, "never heard, how did your partner take, finding you?"
From an angry face, the cop morphs into all smiles, "before or after he gave me a blowjob?"
Duncan looks to the back end of the Yoga van, just wanting everyones attention, "was that before or after untying you?"
Tom, window down, was following every detail, wishing he were in the cop's place, tied to the bed, having the cop blow his load into 'his' mouth, and the ensuing cleanup, every follicle of chest hair licked clean. He just had to get to know who this hot man with the hot cream was, "oh, pardon me officer, but my name is Tom McCormick."
At first the officer was annoyed, getting tapped in the rear by Tom swinging the van door open, but when he turns around, attitude mellows out, "my, aren't you the hot little cub!"
In his dreamy state, salivating over the cop's tail, picturing it detail by detail, Tom must've missed the part where Duncan and his van-load of gay fellas were headed to Manhattan to scope out Braddock's, then take the side trip to Pasquale's.
Whether frivolous thought or true feelings, Tom says, "yeah Daddy, that's me, at your service!"
Duncan, knowing more than a thing or two, "that's Officer Rick to you, cub!"
He felt a little strange, something like a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue, but Duncan had this strong feeling, an intuition of sorts, Rick, if he were not in public with Tom, might have grabbed the front of his shirt, balled it up in a fist and begin smooching Tom's lips. He's witnessed such behavior, Rick coming onto a guy for the first time in a darkroom setting, first finding favor by way of tasting lips, then seeing how well a man can take a blow to the gut with his fist. In public, a guy had to worry about stuff like that, people getting the wrong impression, not knowing the score when what could be viewed as a violent act, behind closed doors, the norm.
"Hmm, this your van?"
"Well," Tom says, "it belongs to the Yoga studio, of which I am partnered."
Rick says, "oh, you have a partner?"
Clearing up the misunderstanding, from his point of view, Tom says, "what I meant, is partner in the yoga business," he wasn't lying.
Running a finger under the dark blue writing on the side of the van, Rick says, "and this, 'Mat', he your partner?"
Whenever there was a chance a guy was interested in him, from a gay point of view, where a spark could lead to fire, it has Tom saying, "that he is, but that's not to say Mat is not willing to share what's his!"
He could just picture a scenario building here, Duncan knowing what was to come next.
"You got a card?"
"Sure do," Tom says, turning to find a business card in the glove compartment and while he busied with his task, "y'know, we have nude yoga classes, if that interests you?"
Duncan chides, "oh, I think Officer O'Shea is interested in much, much more than updogs and downdogging it!"
He laughed, causing Rick to elbow him in the pecs, saying, "next time I get you alone, it'll be an hour of whips and nip clamps!"
It stirred up past feelings, Duncan thinking about the second time he met with Rick, first time being served by a traffic ticket, with a phone number scribbled across it and a warning to get his tail light fixed. Second meetup was at Rick's place, which led to the only man Dunc would ever allow to explore with him as a bottom. Not so harrowing an experience, when Rick did the same for him, allowing Duncan to tie him down!
Never in public would Rick expose his feelings, wanting to touch Tom's ass as he rummaged through the dash drawer.
However, Duncan felt no harm, since both were clothed, to press his dick up against Rick's leg, saying in his ear, "yeah, I know you're wanting it, but just remember, I get first dibs."
"Oh really, Dunc?" Rick gives hint on how things like this are settled, his elbow on purpose, instead of an accidental reflex, tapping Duncan's ribs.
"Yeah, let's do it," Duncan means putting on the gloves, boxing it out, last man standing gets first dibs.
But Rick remembers how that went last time they boxed, "my balls are still aching!"
Now it was funny, whereas unlike nude yoga, naked boxing, with Rick's balls against the mat, Duncan really put him out of commission.
"Well then, that's it. Quit now and forgo the ball bashing!"
That laugh, Rick could laugh along too, but all he could think about was getting even. Not only squashing Dunc's balls to the mat, but having a pair of croc clips hanging over the roped-in quadrant, he was sure to reek some friendly havoc!
"Oh, here it is," Tom finally has dug through every corner, coming up with a card.
Not liking the looks of a coffee-soiled card, Rick says, "never mind. I'll get your number from Dunc."
It's then Tom gets the impression the cop and Duncan are close friends, "oh, are you both into bdsm?"
Rick plays stupid, "what's that?"
Tom spells it out, with the help of his fingers, "bondage, discipline, sadis..."
His police two-way radio blasting off, Rick reaches to his hip to respond, but also to Tom, "I gotta go."
Duncan knew, when duty called, duty called, "okay. See ya, Rick."
Rick yells back, "yeah, real soon, Dunc!"
Call it providence, all seats taken, when Hasan returns to the van, he alerts everyone, "Hey guys, this is Robbie. I'm going to have to put off my first trip to New York City."
That was it and the two turned back towards the yoga studio and kept going.
"What was that about?" Duncan asks.
"Hop in," Tom says, "and I'll tell ya about it."
"No, not Rick-daddy, I meant Hasan and Robbie."
"I know what you meant, " Duncan's hand falls to his left, not ashamed it lands on Tom's thigh, falling to the inner canal.
"Um, are you trying to prove you can make me hard, Dunc?"
"Oh," he smiles, "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't disturb the waking giant?"
The guys in the back would've gotten a kick out of that pun, but only Nick was half paying attention, "oh now, we wouldn't want that to happen and have the whole front of the van flooded!"
"On really?" Duncan than goes after the opportunity, nudging Tom's growing crotch.
Regardless, Tom had to forcefully grab Duncan's hand, to keep from it advancing any further, "sorry, but if and when we get to Pasquale's if there's no ammo left in the cannon, it's not going to make the boss man happy."
Duncan's eyes lit up, "Paquale's? Is that where you're headed?"
Nick says, "you know of the place?"
"We're headed there after Braddock's," Tom says.
"Oh? Anything in particular you're shopping for?"
"Nuttin' much," Tom says, "except Randy happens to like those skimpy little briefs that Nouguet makes."
Duncan says, "Alex Nouguet. Yeah, I met him at P-town one year." He waves his hand like it's hot in the van, "very hot man and in his own creation? Hot to the extreme!"
Nick was curious, "how well did you get to know him?"
"Um, just so happens he likes Scottish bears!"
Nick just thought of it, "oh really, that makes two of us!"
"But aren't you partnered with Randy, Nick?"
Tom clears it up, "they are, but I'm sure Randy wouldn't mind lending Nick to you for a few hours."
Not which Duncan wouldn't mind, "oh really?"
Just then, Randy's head pops up over the seat, "am I missing anything?"
Tom frivolously says, "Dunc's interested in hiring you two."
Randy says, "sure, I could always use a little extra cash on the side. You've got some landscaping for us to do?"
"Yeah," Tom laughs, "Dunc wants to mow Nick's chest fuzz!"
It is something Duncan didn't think of and if what he was picturing under Nick's shirt, "fuzz, eh? Like how much we talking here?"
Randy didn't think it anything, saying, "show him, Nick."
"Like," Nick acts sarcastic, "my hands are on the wheel?"
"Oh. Right," Randy says.
It didn't stop his boyfriend from shifting over, almost sitting on Lance's lap, which drew the usually comments, then lifting ass up, reaches both hands over Nick's shoulders, down his chest and like the boyfriends, when they get hot with sex, tugs at Nick's tee shirt.
He only pulls it up, whereas it gets snagged on Nick's armpits, "what do you think, Dunc?"
It's only because he had stopped at the next traffic light, Nick could let go of the steering wheel and on his own, lifts the tee off overhead, Randy helping out to remove it.
Duncan jacks the door and gets out, "here," he takes Tom by the wrist, "change places."
Like heck did Tom want to switch with Duncan, sitting next to a hot, foxy otter like Nick, but the light would only last so long!
Duncan jumps in, Tom now on the passenger side, feet still glued to the pavement.
Something which has irked Tom, "if Nick crashes due to your wandering hands, Dunc?"
"Better yet," Duncan says, "you drive, Tom, so Nick and I can get to know each other."
Tom stood there, thinking of the moxie this guy had, but not opposed to being ordered around by a hot daddy bear!
"Okay, suit youself," Duncan turns it around, "but if Nick crashes the van, don't say I didn't offer."
"I can drive a van," they hear from the behind.
"Who's that?" Tom questions.
Instead of guessing, he swings open the back door, Lance saying, "me."
Then, the light turns green, Nick saying, "what should I do?"
Duncan says, "Lance is driving. Get out and come around to the other side."
"Okay," Nick quips, jacking his door, getting out, swinging his tee shirt till it slacks over a shoulder.
What no one planned on, a car drives by, window opens, an arm reaches out, grabs Nick's tee shirt and pulls it from his bod!
"Hey! That dude stole my tee shirt!"
Lance was there at the driver's side to meet Nick, saying, "in my opinion, you look fine without it."
"Well, just for that sassy remark, I'm taking yours!"
Right there in the roadway, traffic passing by, Nick reaches for the tail of Lance's tee shirt and without resistance, whips it off the new driver's bod, Lance allowing it.
Little did they know, Officer O'Shea had been tailgating them, after winding up his call to assistance, now two or three cars behind.
"Not you guys again holding up traffic?"
Nick had all the answers though, "if I give you Lance's sweaty tee shirt, will you cancel the ticket?"
"What ticket?"
Of Lance, who had settled in behind the wheel, Duncan says, as he runs a hand down the front of the hairy bod, "mm, now you've gotten nothing to be ashamed about, either!"
Much to Duncan's surprise, Daan's arm is reaching over the seat, taking Duncan's wrist, "wanna watch where you're putting those hands?"
He turns his head to see Daan's head within kissing distance, "oh. Sorry. Didn't know you two were, together?"
Even though they had first met not more than a few hours ago, Lance says, "let's just say, Daan's hands beat you to it long before you even thought of it!"
Meanwhile, Tom, figuring on Nick sitting upfront with Duncan, sits in the back.
As he does, Tom discovers, "what, am I the only one wearing a shirt?"
Randy had felt bad, him and Elton next door neighbors and feeling bad they hadn't connected, took to pairing up in the back, back seat, shirts off, jeans undone, and briefs parked under their balls.
Elton jokes, "we're well beyond that, Tom!"
That they were, Tom almost licking his lips as he settled in the midseat, kneeling so he could peer over to the rear.
Lance was quite official, "hey, ya gotta sit down back there."
Tom's attitude dropped. However, it was his call, wanting the van to arrive at its destination in one piece, "I guess I better sit."
Randy says, "there's room for three back here?"
"Yeah," Elton says, already separating himself from Randy.
Tom's attitude took a 360, "are you sure?"
In the front seat, while Nick chatted with Officer O'Shea, Lance had nothing to do except put on the emergency flashers and stay put.
Quite convincing with Tom, Duncan uses the same charm to charm Daan, "how about, if I allow you to roam my bod?"
"Yeah, okay, but hold on a sec."
The rear panel door Tom slides open, remains there, making it a cinch for Daan to jump out, jack open the front door and hop in. Somewhere in between he managed to loosen his belt buckle, unbutton his jeans and unzip.
"Well," Duncan says, "looks like I'm the only one with a shirt on."
Daan buys the hint, "not for long," he turns sideways and attacks the buttons of Duncan's 'Balderston Landscaping' shirt.
As opposed to the fuzzy nature of Nick and Lance, Daan was nearly fully smooth, from face to where only a trickle of hair flowed out of his navel.
"My, aren't these nice," Duncan softly tweaks Daan's nips.
"Wanna cool it?" Daan takes offense, cupping the nubs up with both hands.
Instead of taking offense towards Daan's rejection, Duncan sits there and like humming a tune, "hmm."
Daan, assessing the situation, finally determines, "I guess I killed the moment for you, us?"
Lance, the driver, speaks up for him, based on what has passed between the two, sitting in the second seat, "Daan's been through a lot. The advice I gave him, everyone is not the same, nor looking out for only themselves."
Daan confesses, "my bad. Sorry, Dunc."
Thinking on Lance's words, Duncan deduces, "nah, forget about it," one who rarely apologizes, "it's on me. Guess you can say I'm way too frisky for my own good!"
Daan smiles, says, "really? You're not mad, like you're not going to hit me?"
It gives Duncan the opinion Daan, as Lance has put it, has been through a lot, which one can only guess. Like Tom, he has knowledge. Knowledge can be important when it comes to youth drifting around on their own.
"Mad? Ha! I'm sure, once you get to know me, you and I will be like brothers," Duncan ends with a short giggle.
But it backfired, Daan saying, "I hate my brother. You don't know how mean he was to me."
"Oh," Duncan didn't have immediate words.
They had covered a lot of territory, Lance, not having known Duncan for more than a day, says, "I'm sure Dunc doesn't know your brother. Probably he meant brothers who can be brotherly, y'know?"
Duncan was as vague on the subject, guessing Lance might be like him, never having a brother, but having friends who could fill the void, "yeah, you know, like the Effe twins?"
Daan and Lance, like thinking on the same wire, say, "who are they?"
They stare each other in the eyes and smile. With a nine year difference in age, Daan had started to look up to Lance, as the father he wished he had.
"That's not important, even though they are two hot identical bro's," Duncan quickly deviates, "thing is, once you get to know me, I'm sure you'll find me as harmless as a kitten."
He was willing to forgive, forget, but he wasn't exactly ready to turn over his nips for Duncan to pulverize, "okay. I guess I can cut you some slack." Still, Daan had feelings for Duncan. Hot, handsome, deep, commanding voice, "I hope you're alright, with me being sorry and all."
A reputation to forgive and forget, except whenever he played in a darkroom, which was more roleplaying, "I'm a big boy. I can handle most anything."
Lance got the impression Daan was not too keen on apologies. These days it takes a strong man to fess up to his wrongs, instead of sweeping them under the rug and assume forgiveness. Yet, instead of continuing down that path, "well, Dunc, are we ever going to see what's under that shirt?"
To show forgiveness, Duncan separates the opening of his shirt, "hey, kinda close quarters here," he shifts his bod whereas his back is towards Daan, "would you mind giving assistance?"
Too bad Lance was driving. Even so, with stop and go traffic he could get in some glimpses of what was transpiring in the front seat next to him. It did make him smile, even though he couldn't stand in traffic with the van, Officer O'Shea was following him almost like playing a cat and mouse game.
It could've gone unnoticed by the crew in the back, but after Randy and Elton were done playing with Tom, it was Randy who 'smelled' something in the front of the Yoga van. Leaving Tom and Elton to recuperate from massive amounts of semen squirted all over the place, he heads up front, "hey guys, what's up?"
Randy hoped, 'dicks'! He snuck up quietly, in case something 'interesting' transpired. Lance notices in the rearview, Randy makes the 'sh-h' sign with a finger to his lips.
But he had missed all of the good stuff, Daan peeling Duncan's shirt off his bod. With a line of sight, three pair of eyes descending upon the unfolding scene, Randy witnesses Daan's hands taking liberty, as Duncan approves, to touch shoulders, run them down the sides of the arms.
If he was a half of a minute quicker, Randy would have caught Daan whisper to Duncan, 'I like you.'
A red light has Lance as a witness to Duncan patting Daan on the thigh, "we'll talk later about that."
Unknown to anyone but Duncan, only he himself could tell how much he was liking Daan right now and hoped none of them picked up on the bulge between his legs.
However, he thought Lance had his eyes on the road the whole time, "are you sure you don't want to talk about it now, Dunc?"
By that snide look, Duncan could tell Lance's eyes weren't all that much on the snail's pace traffic. Meaning to make it up to him, for touching Daan, he says, "hang a right off the next exit. I got a better place for shop, if it's leather you're looking for."
Randy makes known not only his prescence, but that of Tom and Elton, who have crept up from behind, "it's not just that. Braddock's has got like, the most awesome collection of Nouguet briefs in the world!"
Daan is loving the way Duncan is taking charge, though right now he is keeping that to himself. But it's a dilemma for him, mentally thinking of Lance and Duncan both, on his bucket list of which man to follow and worship!
Saying like he's unbelieving, Randy divulges, "nah. No place can top Braddock's."
"Oh?" Duncan questions, "well, for your infomation, Randy, I have it from the source, Nouguet's new leather assortment is 'not' premeiring his goods at Braddock's!"
That floored Randy, who shopped Braddock's whenever Tom made the trip to Manhattan with him, or online, "oh really? And what is this source?"
"Yeah," Tom gets bold, "just who is this source, Duncan?"
"The source. Like, the inventor of putting a cock-pouch in a brief, Alex Nouguet? Like, if it wasn't for Nouguet, we all wouldn't be able to have room for our big bulges, dah?"
Elton thought he was 'ok' whereas other guys were humongous, "um, I don't think I can bulge that much?"
Tom, who was just in the back seat with the two, says, "really El?"
None of the trio were out to 'out' what was transpiring in the rear seat, El saying, "oh, I thought you were kidding when you said you could hardly fit me in, Tom?"
Lance, making his way over to the exit ramp, "well, I guess we all know which way Tom swings!"
Duncan, with his antenna up, has already gotten the heads up on Tom, having met guys who have raved about Tom's cock-sucking skills, the 'Tom' who works at a yoga studio. For right now though, he's keeping it quiet, how Tom has unsuccessfuly tried fitting two hard shafts in his mouth at once, and other little details, detailing bdsm experiences.
Fortunately the turnoff was approaching, "take the Weehawken exit, Lance. I'll instruct you from there."
Daan found it kind of interesting, Duncan leaving a hand on his thigh, while leaning over towards Lance. He was being shy about wanting to place a hand on the Scot's beautiful back, wanting to, like a lover, caress him. Then thoughts of silliness set in. Here, a twenty year old kid having thoughts about an older man!
It's then, at the end of the ramp Lance becomes flustered over which way Duncan is telling him to go, "then I should be in the right lane?"
"No, left," Duncan instructs.
Right then and there, on one of the busiest of metropolitan ramps, Lance puts the van in park, "that's it. You're driving," he jacks the door, opens it, hops out.
Seeing where this is going, Duncan turns to Daan, "you're going to have to get out."
Knocked out of his reverie over Duncan's hot bod, Daan is startled, "now?"
"Now," Duncan reaches in front of Daan, scraping an arm over his pecs, the nips he just tried to tweak.
Jacking the door open, Daan takes his leave.
There it is, like a circus act, three shirtless men juggling themselves about, Daan outside, holding the door for Duncan to exit, waiting for Lance to round the van.
While Lance rounds the front, Duncan circles round back, up the side and pulling open the driver's door. He does stop briefly to admire the two young men in the car next to him.
When Lance gets to the other door, he signals Daan to hop in first.
Following Lance's order, Daan jumps in, but finds a vacant driver's seat!
Daan leans over, pulling his butt up out of the seat, which becomes something for Randy and Elton to talk about.
Elton says, "I saw it first," Randy concedes, giving Elton the high-5, as they gaze upon Daan's ass!
Randy does say, "I'm willing to share, y'know?"
"Well I'm not," Elton is adamant!
Tom raises a hand meekly, "I'm available."
Randy says, "what, and have to face Mat with termination papers? Not on your life, Tom!"
He didn't have much time, even though traffickers were being patient with Duncan, leaning inside the car with two young men. In appreciation, when he exits, he turns to the traffic and like a celebrity, waves a hand, thanking them for giving him the time to hand out business cards. Only one car gave him a 'fk-you!'
Whereas Randy had ward off coming anywhere close to Tom's ass, in the back seat, the accidental occurence of a sharp left turn has him in position, as he peers over Tom's shoulder, "I guess you can't say I don't have your back, Tom!"
Pancaked up against the left wall of the van, Tom's back was to Randy's chest, Elton facing Tom in what would look like a warm embrace.
Doing a pushoff, Elton presses one hand against the seat, the other to Tom's stomach for leverage. Any lower and it would hurt, but for now, "solid abs you've got there, Tom."
One of them who couldn't wait for the gym to open, Tom used the one in a town of close proximity. An avid patron, "one of my fetishes, you know?"
"Oh? Like how does that go?" Elton inquires.
Randy guesses, "probably every musclehead in the gym has punched that gut, eh Tom?"
"Really, Randy, and how would you know?"
Frankly, Tom didn't picture Randy the type, with a lanky-looking bod.
"Hey," Randy builds up to the punchline, "I much prefer ass-punching to gut-punching, mind you!"
Elton says, in regard, "well, it hasn't done a thing for my abs, dah!"
They then got in a discussion of twinks vs. twinkies.
Daan says, "are we almost there. I gotta like, take a leak?"
"Oh, the place is just up the road."
Shifting to a kinky state of mind, Duncan did think which of the guys would make a perfect choice for a darkroom 'toilet', something he dare not mention, since some guys might be turned off. Some things are not for everyone.
The area was kind of drabby, but on the road Daan, when he was a hitch-hiker, didn't have a choice to lay his head or fill his stomach. When a guy is down to his last dime, for certain he doesn't have the option to check into fancy lodgings.
He even relates, "betcha some of those young guys are just like me."
"You're probably right," Duncan says. He pulls over after the next block.
After the next block, Lance says, "I don't see any stores."
There wasn't, Duncan saying, "I know, but I want to show you something."
Before anyone realizes it, a dude is at Lance's window, rapping a fist against it.
Lance unrolls the window, a dude saying, "sorry, you can't park here."
Duncan leans over, "hey, Jared, how's it going?"
"Dunc, is that you?"
Without hesitation, the dude referred to as, Jared, rounds the front of the van.
Duncan's feet touch-down on the pavement just in time to be taken up in a full arm embrace, "long time no see!"
Whatever was happening inside the van, now all attention is on what's happening in the middle of the deserted street.
"I know it's been too long," Jared says.
"Way too long," Duncan replies.
Jared says, "oh, before I forget," he hauls off and punches Duncan in the stomach!
"What the fuck is that for?"
Putting a hand out, to help me up, "oh, did you forget the last time we saw each other," blaming tone, "when you left me tied down and at the mercy of those three frat boys?"
Standing, a hand rubbing his bread-basket, Duncan says, "oh yeah. I guess I deserved that, but it's not like I didn't have a good reason."
"I'm waiting," the Arabic man stands there, arms folded across middle, waiting for an explanation.
Not only Jared, but all the guys on the van had their attention keyed in, "we're waiting," Randy leads the gang's curiosity.
"Um, that was like five years ago," Duncan tries smiling his way out of this one, "and would you believe I kinda, forget?"
"Oh," Jared dictates, "you can forget to untie me and leave me at the mercy of fratboys, but you can't remember why?"
"Yeah," Duncan says sheepishly, "that's the gist of it. Forgive me?"
Daan acts bold, "I wouldn't."
It's then Jared 'really' notices the guys inside the van, "oh? And what would you propose?"
Randy, traveling from Wyoming, landing in central New Jersey, surely found a change of life and lifestyle, "every man has their breaking point."
Jared, rather than pursue why Duncan had to leave him in bondage, for whatever reason, turns to Randy, "and what would be your breaking point, um?"
"Randy."
"Randy?"
Their eyes meet. Whereas Randy could be this cocky wiseass, right now, remembering his past life, how comfy it was, only to be turned upsidedown, "there's more to that than fits into a nutshell."
Still with a tender gut, Duncan says, "well, aren't you going to invite us inside, old friend?"
Just those two words of endearment, Duncan knew would erase any bad blood between them. Besides, if Jared were really angry at him, he would probably be headed to the hospital in an ambulance.
"Okay, but hold on a second."
Jared goes inside the shelter and in less than a minute comes back, with a placard in hand, "here, put this in your windshield."
However, instead of waiting for Duncan to jack the door open and get back in, Jared does it himself. It's then he gets an eyeful of the front seat passengers and for a second hesitates in putting the van in gear.
Before he could, Lance smiles, says, "hi, I'm Lance and this is Daan. We're very anxious to see what leather goods your store has."
Kind of anxious himself, being he admired the older hairy man with the younger smooth one, and even though it wasn't his establishment, "I'm sure we have something to fit both you men."
By the time they were doing with their flirting, the gang had exited the van and stood on the sidewalk, Duncan in the lead, "if you two are quite finished, we're ready for the tour?"
Breaking it up with Lance, Jared leads the group inside.
Behind Lance, Daan shows his quirky side for the first time, close to Lance's ear, says, "got a new boyfriend?"
Lance turns his head, "jealous, Daan?"
What goes around comes around, Duncan saying, "yeah, jealous, Daan?"
They had re-shirted themselves, Duncan doing a sloppy job of rebuttoning, perfect opportunity for Daan to change the subject, "I think you're a little off, Dunc?"
Stopping to look down, Duncan studies his buttoning job, "oops. I wonder how that happened. Would you mind fixing it for me, Daan?"
Being a side street it was kind of deserted, no onlookers, except the gang passing by them, filing into the Sebastian Mission building.
"Sure," Daan shares another detail about himself, "I've always wanted to be an exhibitionist."
"Hm," Duncan says as he stands there, hands on hips.
"Something wrong?"
"No," Duncan says, scratching his beard. "It's just that you threw me on that one."
Itching for some off-road play, one in which it's tough for a guy on the approach, to bring up the subject, "have you ever done any of that bdsm stuff, Dunc?"
Duncan smiles, fessing up, "only for the past twenty years!"
Wanting it, like tasting it, Daan grabs Duncan up in a full hug, "I'm so glad I met you."
Frankly, Duncan didn't know what to do next, but sensing tears on his neck, he could very well sense what others have felt, "that's all and good."
"But what?" Daan then realizes what he's done, on impulse, had Duncan clutched up in a hug, "sorry about the, you know."
Letting Daan down easy, Duncan says with a smile, "felt kinda good."
"Same, but what about it, you want to do stuff to me, so I know how it goes?"
"Hold it now," Duncan puts on the brakes, "this is not something that takes five minutes to sort out."
Acting sheepishly, the blond hunk says, "I guess I'm rushing it, huh?"
"Yeah," exactly what Duncan thought, "exactly."
"Why don't we catch up with the others and we'll talk about this later?"
Daan was a little disappointed he didn't get a straight out answer, but felt at least Duncan had an interest in pursuing, "okay."
However, as Duncan held the door for Daan to enter the mission building door, his eyes felt compelled to study the twenty year old till his ass was inside.
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Meanwhile, Mat had ushered out of class the last of his nude yoga students. Turning around, he heads for the front of the room, when he's greeted with a loud thud!
"Oh shit!"
Turning around, it was none other than Ritchie Jay aka, Bumbling, "Ritchie, are you all right?"
He had landed on his front, which it was good that he had a little extra padding there, "yeah," he rolls over onto his back and looking upside at Mat, "I think so."
Gazing at the underside of Mat's balls and slab of meat hanging down, Ritchie wanted to lie there forever!
"Here," Mat extends a hand, "let me help you up."
"Thanks," Ritchie says.
When lifted to his feet, Ritchie's knee felt wobbly, which in not being able to put weight on the right leg, his bod careens towards Mat.
"That's okay. I've got you," he catches Ritchie with almost a full hug, feeling clothing against his naked bod.
In response, Ritchie had done the same, except lower, holding Mat halfway between nips and navel.
Of the 'skin' he is feeling, Ritchie profusely apologizes, "oh, I'm so, so sorry, Mat."
"Never mind that. Let's worry about getting some ice on this knee."
Now this was a dilemma, here Mat is by the door, fully naked and whereas it would be easier to take Ritchie out through the door, remembers his cell phone is lying on the sill of one of the frosted windows.
"Um, let's see," he thinks. Then deeming this an usual situation, "oh well, here I go, breaking my own rule."
Yet, Mat had instituted at the beginning of his nude yoga business, it not protocol to transport oneself from the classroom to the locker room, unless the lower portion of the bod was covered. Shirtlessness was okay.
Here Mat was a combo of both, when he says, "take your shirt off, Ritchie."
"My shirt?"
"Yeah. I'll explain in a minute."
It was tough going, juggling Ritchie around in his arms, until he could slip the 'Mat's Yoga Studio' shirt from pulling it away from arms, then slipping it overhead.
Ritchie couldn't help but smile, laugh, seeing Mat with legs through the holes where his arms used to be.
A little perturbed over this, Mat says, "I'm doing this for your benefit, mind you?"
Losing the smile, void of the laughter, Ritchie's face contorts to whereas he displays the cutest puppy dog look, saying, "I know. I'm sorry."
It's the kind of look, after a guy reprimands the person, they are sorry they resorted to it, "let's just get you out of here and some ice on that knee."
Entering the hallway, Sherman is on his way to the studio, throwing both hands to the sides of his cheeks, "oh my god, Mat!"
Looking like he was ready to burst out laughing, which who wouldn't, at seeing a dude wearing a polo shirt like bikini shorts, "don't even say it, Sherman, or else."
Mat didn't have a clue to what the 'or else' was, but neither did Sherman, neither one caring at this point, enough of a threat to have the new gym manager give hands.
"I've got him."
Amazed, Mat was relieved releasing his burden into Sherman's more than hefty, muscled arms, and as he turns to go back to the yoga studio, "he's going to be needing some ice on that knee."
"About time that first aid course paid off," Sherman almost lifts Ritchie off his feet.
Making sure no one was about, Mat runs like a gazelle back to the studio. Stepping into his yoga shorts, he grabs his cell phone and tank top. To satisfy his own doubt, when exiting the room he makes sure the sign is still there that reads, 'watch your step - step up'. He sighs a sign of relief that it hadn't disappeared.
When he enters the lockerroom, neither Sherman nor Ritchie are to be found.
Out of the shower comes one of his class members, an unplanned thought coming to mind, "Dr. Tor, I'm glad you're here."
Towel-waisted, the doctor of psychiatry towers over Mat by about by at least a good three inches, "oh? How does that go?"
"I usually don't mix business with pleasure, but..."
Dr. Tor jumps the gun, "I find it not such a bad thing, if we keep things secret?"
"No, no," Mat feels like he's losing his cool, "I'm not talking about 'that'. What I mean is, I have this employee who has insecurities and..."
And while Mat is giving the shrink the details about Bumbling Ritchie, he has no trouble studying the studio owner from neck to navel and beyond.
However, he does mention, "you don't have to hide anything, Mat. We're both gay men and I think we can handle being naked in front of each other?"
It's then Dr. Tor loses a grip on the towel around his waist.
Mat follows as the doc fumbles, trying to keep it from exposing his pubes.
Easy rebuttal, Mat says, "don't forget, Nadav, you're in my yoga class. There's nothing you can hide that I haven't already seen?"
Dr. Tor stands there, towel clutched in both hands, but not around his waist, "you've got a point there."
It's then Mat forgets about Sherman and his ward, allowing his balls to hang freely, "too bad you've already showered. I'm kind of hot and sweaty after yoga class and need to shower the sweat and slime off."
Knowing some of the tricks of the trade, Nadav lifts his left arm, smells his pit, "gee, I think I forgot to soap under this arm. Kind of reeks."
"I notice you're always the last one to get in the shower. How nice of you to allow the other men to go first and have to endure watching each and every one of them to dry off?"
"Yeah, that seems to be how it works out." And sending a message, "like, right now, there's no one here in the locker room but you and I, since the others have cleared out."
Mat says, "is that so?"
Walking over to the locker room door he catches the lock, twisting the knob to make sure.
Following Mat, Nadav picks up the trash can and places it under the knob, "just in case your maintenance guy has a key."
He turns back around to find Mat turning into the shower area. Right then, Nadav's balls get a jolt, thinking of the opportunity that awaits.
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