Full Service Yoga Pt. 01 Gay Male

He felt so confused with these sensations running through his head.

Smirking at him, Ed reached out and started stroking Dylan through the fabric of his yoga pants.

Smirking at him, Ed reached out and started stroking Dylan through the fabric of his yoga pants. Looks like you could use some relief. Ed watched Dylan's form closely, guiding him when necessary. Newcomers can have a hard time getting into the headspace.

"Massage oil." Ed offered in the way of explanation. Here he was, face down with Ed's crouched edged into the top of his ass. Three pumps and he was done. Tears flowed from Dylan's eyes as he felt the pulsing vein on Ed's cock as he dumped round after round of cum into him. Dylan nearly screamed as his dick got sucked, however briefly. Dylan felt hot and stuffy, smothered by Ed in some way. After repeated failures, Dylan was ready to admit defeat and apologize for wasting his time, but Ed refused to fail. But I wonder, are you up for it?" Dylan opened his mouth, but before he could reply Ed's hand covered his mouth roughly. But it wasn't cheap you know? So your ass better go, and you better tell me that you chilled the fuck out for a while."

"Listen, I already paid the guy and I don't wanna tgirl hear anything about it. One of the things that happens a lot with people in your position is that you get so stressed out that you kind of forget how good things feel."

Because of their position, this meant that Dylan's ass directly rubbed against Ed's crotch. Soon, he would cum. Lots of people are looking for release when they come to me. Let's stretch first."

"Hold them." Dylan did so without hesitation, surprised at himself. Dylan's hole instinctively fluttered. "Well, I could mention you to him. His cock throbbed harshly and he scrambled up. Ed fell to his knees and lined himself up.

"That's fine." Ed removed himself from Dylan completely, so suddenly that Dylan fell over. Dylan quaked with the effort of maintaining his grip while his dick jerked against Ed's hand. The intensity of it shocked Dylan, and he jolted. Not a single thing about him was flowery or effeminate.

"Alright well, you should turn around and take off your shirt so I can get a look."

"No, no listen man. Immediately, Dylan felt jealous. No mercy, no gentleness. His hand came up and pressed on Dylan's abdomen, hiking his ass higher into the air. That moment of hesitance was all he needed to take this, whatever it was, further. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy. Everything felt colossally huge and pleasurable at the moment. That way, we can work on that immediately and get you feeling better."

"Ugh, it's a guy? Fuck no. At every moment, he felt Ed's masculine, impossibly hard body pressed against him. "Y-yeah I've noticed some...issues."

They began with some basics. His expert tongue caused sparks to shoot up Dylan's spine as waves of itching pleasure shot through him.

Ed tipped the bottle, pouring a line of oil on his cock. Just try it out once, alright? He's top notch, I swear."

Dylan's mouth opened in a silent scream, his walls caving to the barbarian cock that claimed him completely.

"Sorry l didn't meet you at the door. He felt completely owned. "To tell you the truth, it's because of my current life situation. Dylan could tell that he was rather tall despite the way his body was contorted, and he couldn't help but notice his muscular physique.

They began with some basics.

"Sorry l didn't meet you at the door. That voice was steadily being drowned out by the wet sounds Ed's tongue was making as he speared his tongue in and out of Dylan's hole, stretching him so good. However, his hand also accidentally pressed against Dylan's cock. You know how they say new moms are always really tired? Well, if she is, she isn't showing it to me. He was laying on his chest, and his legs were drawn up and hanging forward above his head. How's Julia?"

Dylan's cheeks were stained red. Dylan whimpered when his fully hard cock came jumping out. Suddenly, Ed seized the fabric of his pants and ripped them.

"Listen. And then Ed sunk into him. I swear, sometimes I worry about whether or not our baby is going to get enough sleep."

"It's fine. "She's like a woman possessed. "To tell you the truth, it's because of my current life situation. I'm Dylan.

Ed chuckled. Shock traveled through him like lightening.

Josh gave him a sharp look. His pulled his legs wider, as wide as he could get them. Dylan at once realized how completely in his power he was. Shock traveled through him like lightening. Josh recommends you highly." He shook the mans hand. That way, we can work on that immediately and get you feeling better."

He was a babbling mess when he heard the sound of a bottle cap. Sometimes I think I'm not cut out for it. His jaw was sharp and chiseled. He felt so confused with these sensations running through his head.

That's how, one evening after work, Dylan found himself standing in front of a small shop that was painted bright blue. Sometimes I get too into the pose." A deep voice called out. "Wait-"

Ed nodded. They had recently taken to random spasms, which woke Dylan up in the middle of the night with their intensity.

"Says the guy without any student loans" Dylan said sharply. "Guess we got where we needed to be on your back, am I right?"

"Be quiet." Those two words came from Ed with such authority that Dylan's question died in his throat.

Dylan did as he was told.

Josh laughed. He could hear everything. He wanted to say no, that he wasn't gay. His cock throbbed harshly and he scrambled up. The warmth of his hands seemed to sink into his skin as they traveled upward.

Dylan didn't even care. Ever since I started going to him I've been sleeping better and everything."

Ed chuckled. His cock rocketed cum like he had never had an orgasm before.

"Hold them." Dylan did so without hesitation, surprised at himself. Dylan was nervous, and his borrowed yoga mat, rolled up under his right arm, had him feeling ridiculous. All of a sudden, talking about a woman's body a certain way pissed him off. That way, we can work on that immediately and get you feeling better."

The drag as he pulled back caused Dylan's eyes to roll back in his head. Soon, Dylan was at his limit. Instead, he found himself cursing when Ed's hand reached up and slipped into the top of his waistband. I swear, sometimes I worry about whether or not our baby is going to get enough sleep."

Dylan was mumbling, dumbstruck by the cock that dove into the deepest parts of his body repeatedly. No matter what he did, his posture was wrong or he couldn't hold the pose longer than a few seconds. The sound of his cock in his oily hand nearly drove Dylan mad. He might do it."

Dylan's cheeks were stained red. Forever, he belonged to Ed. Dylan was shocked to realize that everything about this man radiated masculine power. "It's not uncommon. Dylan's distraction really started to show, however. "You'll like this one, it's really simple." Quickly, he demonstrated. Weeks of buildup was rushing to be satisfied and Dylan couldn't breathe with how much he wanted it. It was like he was too tense to even blow his load. Another rip, and his ass was bare to the man he had met an hour ago. At every moment, he felt Ed's masculine, impossibly hard body pressed against him. Another rip, and his ass was bare to the man he had met an hour ago. My stress level is through the roof. You know you want it." Dylan's head was spinning. It's actually really really relaxing. Within him, his orgasm was bubbling furiously. His expert tongue caused sparks to shoot up Dylan's spine as waves of itching pleasure shot through him.

"Oh." Ed whispered softly against Dylan's neck. I'll help you with your form."

Ed knew what he was referring to, it seemed. He began to rise back up-

"You need to have a sharper arch. Let's stretch first." . Totally normal. Tears flowed from Dylan's eyes as he felt the pulsing vein on Ed's cock as he dumped round after round of cum into him.

Ed nodded. There wasn't anyone in the entry hallway, either.

"I don't know man. Within him, his orgasm was bubbling furiously. I don't want people seeing me do that shit. Thick veins ran along the underside, and the enormous, heavy balls beneath were just as impressive. Dylan at once realized how completely in his power he was. His cock throbbed harshly and he scrambled up. Too nervous to just announce his presence, he reached for the first door on his left, hoping it led to the studio. His growl rumbled out of his chest and vibrated throughout the room. He had totally forgotten about the bottle Ed had placed next to him earlier.

Dylan was mumbling, dumbstruck by the cock that dove into the deepest parts of his body repeatedly. And then Ed sunk into him. For some reason, he expected a chime to go off when he entered, but everything was quiet. Three pumps and he was done. I'm Dylan. Placing himself above Dylan on the yoga mat, he reached for something over Dylan's head. Ed didn't stop until Dylan's torso was coated. I at least want the chance to get a look at some chick while she's bending over."

"I- oh yeah it's not a problem. You know you want it." Dylan's head was spinning. My health has gone to shit."

"Listen, I already paid the guy and I don't wanna hear anything about it.

"Says the guy without any student loans" Dylan said sharply. Ever since he had become a dad, Dylan thought he was a bit of a stick in the mud. "It's not uncommon. You know how they say new moms are always really tired? Well, if she is, she isn't showing it to me. "I've had this stress headache for like three days now."

"I- oh yeah it's not a problem. It was so intimate, and Ed seemed so powerful.

"Oh fuck oh FUCK" Dylan screamed, as his cock was jerked in time with Ed's thrusts.

The drag as he pulled back caused Dylan's eyes to roll back in his head. I'm tired of you bitching all the time so if it gets you off my back I'm down. What's more, this time, his cock was getting hard and he couldn't stop it. His jaw was sharp and chiseled. And then Ed sunk into him. Sometimes I get too into the pose." A deep voice called out. Dylan was nervous, and his borrowed yoga mat, rolled up under his right arm, had him feeling ridiculous. Tears flowed from Dylan's eyes as he felt the pulsing vein on Ed's cock as he dumped round after round of cum into him. Dylan's hole instinctively fluttered.

Ed's smile was sharp and cutting. He was laying on his chest, and his legs were drawn up and hanging forward above his head. I'm tired of you bitching all the time so if it gets you off my back I'm down. It was so intimate, and Ed seemed so powerful. In the center of the room on a black mat was a man.

Dylan realized this and his hole clamped down. Ed stared into his eyes, one hand around his throat, as he bottomed out. He could intimately feel every single inch of the cock that was inside him.

Luckily it did. Forever, he belonged to Ed.

Smirking at him, Ed reached out and started stroking Dylan through the fabric of his yoga pants. His growl rumbled out of his chest and vibrated throughout the room. The sound of his cock in his oily hand nearly drove Dylan mad. We'll focus on your back today so we can hopefully get you loosened up. A lot of the stretches were things Dylan had done before. "Guess we got where we needed to be on your back, am I right?"

"Listen, I already paid the guy and I don't wanna hear anything about it. Another rip, and his ass was bare to the man he had met an hour ago. "I don't know man. His legs were burning from the stretch as they were hauled up to his head. Ed didn't stop until Dylan's torso was coated. In the center of the room on a black mat was a man. However, at one point, Ed told him to touch his toes and he knew immediately that he was having problems. Thick veins ran along the underside, and the enormous, heavy balls beneath were just as impressive.

"What about you?"

They began with some basics. My stress level is through the roof. I'm Dylan. But I wonder, are you up for it?" Dylan opened his mouth, but before he could reply Ed's hand covered his mouth roughly. Every time Ed spoke he sank further and further, so ready to be obedient, to be good. He placed a small white bottle next to him and he reached down toward Dylan's feet. Dylan whimpered when his fully hard cock came jumping out. Grabbing Dylan's feet, he hauled them up up up. Every inch of his skin felt like a live wire when Ed grabbed his cock. Ed didn't even comment, he simple pressed hard between Dylan's shoulder blades. Dylan felt hot and stuffy, smothered by Ed in some way. His back screamed at him to stop. Unwillingly, his eyes traveled downward, and he quickly averted his eyes when he eyed the large bulge in the front of the mans formfitting clothing. Ed watched Dylan's form closely, guiding him when necessary. The warmth of his hands seemed to sink into his skin as they traveled upward.

"I'm- I'm not gay" Dylan stammered out, his whisper sounding loud in the quiet room. We'll focus on your back today so we can hopefully get you loosened up.

Big hands grabbed his asscheeks and spread them apart. Instead, he found himself cursing when Ed's hand reached up and slipped into the top of his waistband. Before he could say anything, however, Ed pressed back down with the heel of his hand, and Dylan's vision whited out. Writhing as best he could with his legs in his hands, he tried to grind his ass on Ed's face despite the small voice inside him screaming at him to stop, that he wasn't gay. He began to rise back up-

"Don't fucking talk, you whore. A small shiver ran through him when he felt Ed's hands, large and warm and powerful, touch the base of his spine. His head was a little fuzzy and the blood in his body kept creeping toward his cock at inopportune moments. He could intimately feel every single inch of the cock that was inside him.

Ed's hand firmly pressed his spine, refusing to let him up. Everything felt colossally huge and pleasurable at the moment. Most painful, however, was the series of knows that ran up and down his back. His expert tongue caused sparks to shoot up Dylan's spine as waves of itching pleasure shot through him. It's fine to call me that, everyone does." Ed flashed a smile at him, easy and bright. Unwillingly, his eyes traveled downward, and he quickly averted his eyes when he eyed the large bulge in the front of the mans formfitting clothing. Holding up his legs didn't feel very hard anymore. It was a behemoth. "Sorry, it's just been a lot to deal with recently. It was definitely not what he was expecting: brushing against Ed's cock had felt good. Newcomers can have a hard time getting into the headspace. Through the thin material both of them were wearing, Dylan could feel Ed's cock brush against his ass and he immediately shuddered and retreated.

Dylan didn't even care. But I'm tired as fuck." Josh laughed weakly.

"Oh fuck oh FUCK" Dylan screamed, as his cock was jerked in time with Ed's thrusts. When he finally pulled out, Dylan flopped to the floor without moving. Ed's body wrapped around Dylan's as his face got closer and closer to the floor.

"Fuck me, man," Dylan said as he fell into the booth next to his best friend Josh, "this overtime bullshit is killing me." He stretches his tired muscles as he grabbed the back of his neck. However, at one point, Ed told him to touch his toes and he knew immediately that he was having problems.

"Oh, I think I found one." Ed's hands ran themselves over several of his worst problem areas, gently massaging the knots. Shop around a bit, find something you actually like."

"Listen. A final pop and his back finally relaxed completely. Forever, he belonged to Ed. Dylan's sex life had essentially disappeared altogether. When he finally pulled out, Dylan flopped to the floor without moving. They had recently taken to random spasms, which woke Dylan up in the middle of the night with their intensity. Dylan's head shook, an almost imperceptible nod.

When Dylan tried it, his back gave him some trouble.

That's how Dylan ended up with Ed's hands once again on him while he stretched and contorted his body into unfamiliar forms. Ed's body wrapped around Dylan's as his face got closer and closer to the floor. "It's fine. They had recently taken to random spasms, which woke Dylan up in the middle of the night with their intensity.

"Don't fucking talk, you whore.

"I don't know man. His pulled his legs wider, as wide as he could get them. Dylan let out an involuntary whimper of pleasure at one moment and immediately bit his lip, angry at himself.

"What a big boy. Ed stared into his eyes, one hand around his throat, as he bottomed out. Lots of people are looking for release when they come to me.

"I'm sure he already told you but I'm Ed. The room itself was bright with the fading light of the summer evening coming through a large window with the blinds drawn back. Every time Ed spoke he sank further and further, so ready to be obedient, to be good. He placed a small white bottle next to him and he reached down toward Dylan's feet.

Suddenly, Dylan felt every ache in his body. Dylan figured out what was coming only a second before it happened. But it wasn't cheap you know? So your ass better go, and you better tell me that you chilled the fuck out for a while."

Dylan did as he was told. Ed fell to his knees and lined himself up.

Because of their position, this meant that Dylan's ass directly rubbed against Ed's crotch. What's more, this time, his cock was getting hard and he couldn't stop it. "Good. Already, the first real pressure on his cock in weeks was making Dylan bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. His back screamed at him and it was too much and then he felt a pop and he was touching his toes. Three pumps and he was done. Instead, he increased his pressure steadily, forcing Dylan down down down. A small shiver ran through him when he felt Ed's hands, large and warm and powerful, touch the base of his spine. To find relief. Weeks of buildup was rushing to be satisfied and Dylan couldn't breathe with how much he wanted it. Instead, he increased his pressure steadily, forcing Dylan down down down.

"You need to quit that job, man. Dylan quaked with the effort of maintaining his grip while his dick jerked against Ed's hand. How's Julia?"

With a guttural moan, Ed flooded Dylan's hole with his cum. See if he would be willing to do a one on one session just to show you the ropes. Although he had been getting better throughout the session, there was still some stiffness and a knot or two that was making him inflexible. Most painful, however, was the series of knows that ran up and down his back.

"What are you-"

"Aw man, you know when you start talking about that gay shit I gotta nip it in the bud." Dylan took a deep gulp from his beer, finishing it off and signaling the waitress for another one.

"Aw man, you know when you start talking about that gay shit I gotta nip it in the bud." Dylan took a deep gulp from his beer, finishing it off and signaling the waitress for another one. "Well, I think we should do some basic poses.

That's how, one evening after work, Dylan found himself standing in front of a small shop that was painted bright blue. His head was a little fuzzy and the blood in his body kept creeping toward his cock at inopportune moments.

Dylan sighed. Not a single thing about him was flowery or effeminate. Ed leaned in closely and breathed hot air against his flesh and Dylan shook. "Sorry, it's just been a lot to deal with recently. A week later, Josh called Dylan to tell him that his yoga instructor, a guy named Ed, would give him a private session. Immediately, Dylan felt jealous.

After that last exercise, it was time for some poses. I'm telling ya, there's a lot of shit you could do. My stress level is through the roof. The friction against his walls as Ed pulled back was so close yet not enough. It was like he was too tense to even blow his load. His eyes roamed Dylan's body, and Dylan suddenly felt extremely exposed. An animalistic grunt tore from Dylan as Ed plunged into his ass face first. One of the things that happens a lot with people in your position is that you get so stressed out that you kind of forget how good things feel."

Dylan was mumbling, dumbstruck by the cock that dove into the deepest parts of his body repeatedly.

Dylan sighed.

Ed was on him in a second. He had yet to take his eyes away from Ed's this entire time. I'll help you with your form."

"Are you ready for this?" Ed whispered, face to face with Dylan. Every inch of his skin felt like a live wire when Ed grabbed his cock. Against his will, it grew and grew and within seconds he was tenting his yoga pants. Then a tongue invaded his body. Instead, he increased his pressure steadily, forcing Dylan down down down. You should try it sometime. A final pop and his back finally relaxed completely. My instructor is great. There wasn't anyone in the entry hallway, either. His thrusts were speeding up too.

A sharp smack landing on his ass. No mercy, no gentleness. The friction against his walls as Ed pulled back was so close yet not enough. Suddenly, Ed seized the fabric of his pants and ripped them.

"You need to have a sharper arch.

Josh gave him a sharp look.

Luckily it did. He wanted to say no, that he wasn't gay. Your butt should be at a steeper angle." Ed said behind him. But I'm tired as fuck." Josh laughed weakly. How's Julia?"

"What about you?"

Ed reached up and pressed him back farther, his legs propped up even more. Dylan's ass had pushed him to the point of no return as well. But I'm tired as fuck." Josh laughed weakly.

"Oh, I think I found one." Ed's hands ran themselves over several of his worst problem areas, gently massaging the knots. The warmth of his hands seemed to sink into his skin as they traveled upward.

Big hands grabbed his asscheeks and spread them apart. No matter what he did, his posture was wrong or he couldn't hold the pose longer than a few seconds. Dylan's cock pulsed hotly against the cool air of the yoga studio as Ed looked at him with hungry eyes.

"So why the sudden interest in yoga?"

A sharp smack landing on his ass. Every inch of his body was as flexible as Ed needed him to be. One of the things that happens a lot with people in your position is that you get so stressed out that you kind of forget how good things feel."

"I want it." Dylan whispered to Ed.

Ed's grunts were so savage, his balls heavy against Dylan's ass as he slammed wildly into him. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy. You know how they say new moms are always really tired? Well, if she is, she isn't showing it to me. Then a tongue invaded his body. Ever since I started going to him I've been sleeping better and everything."

Luckily it did.

Dylan didn't even care. He felt himself winding up. My instructor is great. Holding up his legs didn't feel very hard anymore. His hand came up and pressed on Dylan's abdomen, hiking his ass higher into the air. He was claimed. After repeated failures, Dylan was ready to admit defeat and apologize for wasting his time, but Ed refused to fail. I don't want people seeing me do that shit. Ed's calm breathing contrasted with his heavier pants, the squeak of the hardwood as they writhed together. "I haven't even been going to yoga and that's easy as hell."

Ed was on him in a second. Grabbing Dylan's feet, he hauled them up up up.

Dylan realized this and his hole clamped down. "Well, I think we should do some basic poses. Not a single thing about him was flowery or effeminate. You should try it sometime. Ed's calm breathing contrasted with his heavier pants, the squeak of the hardwood as they writhed together. He stood up, and Dylan saw him as he was. Dylan's ass had pushed him to the point of no return as well. In no time, he was a panting mess. A lot of the stretches were things Dylan had done before. Ever since he had become a dad, Dylan thought he was a bit of a stick in the mud. You know you want it." Dylan's head was spinning. His back screamed at him to stop. Ed's hands were firmly on his back, kneading the knots he found and the pleasure was unimaginable.

Dylan shrugged noncommittally.

"Alright well, you should turn around and take off your shirt so I can get a look."

Dylan realized this and his hole clamped down. A final pop and his back finally relaxed completely. Soon, Dylan was at his limit. Then a tongue invaded his body. It might be a little easier for you to tell me more about where the tension is.

"It's fine. Dylan's head shook, an almost imperceptible nod. Holding up his legs didn't feel very hard anymore. My health has gone to shit."

Ed's grunts were so savage, his balls heavy against Dylan's ass as he slammed wildly into him.

When Dylan tried it, his back gave him some trouble. Ed's cock drilled him even deeper than before, if possible. Against his will, it grew and grew and within seconds he was tenting his yoga pants.

Turns out, he would. Dylan's cheeks were stained red. Slowly reordering his limbs, the man turned to look at him. In no time, he was a panting mess. Through the thin material both of them were wearing, Dylan could feel Ed's cock brush against his ass and he immediately shuddered and retreated. Dylan nearly screamed as his dick got sucked, however briefly. Dylan could tell that he was rather tall despite the way his body was contorted, and he couldn't help but notice his muscular physique. Within him, his orgasm was bubbling furiously. However, his hand also accidentally pressed against Dylan's cock. Dylan quaked with the effort of maintaining his grip while his dick jerked against Ed's hand. You should try it sometime. His jaw was sharp and chiseled. Almost immediately, his shoulders relaxed a little, and he sighed. Through the thin material both of them were wearing, Dylan could feel Ed's cock brush against his ass and he immediately shuddered and retreated.

Dylan shrugged noncommittally. Ed didn't even comment, he simple pressed hard between Dylan's shoulder blades. No matter what he did, his posture was wrong or he couldn't hold the pose longer than a few seconds. Everything felt colossally huge and pleasurable at the moment. "It's fine. And then Ed stabbed back into him, and they were off. Thick veins ran along the underside, and the enormous, heavy balls beneath were just as impressive. Dylan let out a shaky breath, preparing to explain himself. Dylan at once realized how completely in his power he was. Stretching his hands out in front of him, Ed bent forward and arched his back at a sharp angle, bringing him into a shape resembling a triangle. Dylan let out a shaky breath, preparing to explain himself. Suddenly, Ed seized the fabric of his pants and ripped them.

Turns out, he would. Ed's cock drilled him even deeper than before, if possible.

"Fuck me, man," Dylan said as he fell into the booth next to his best friend Josh, "this overtime bullshit is killing me." He stretches his tired muscles as he grabbed the back of his neck.

Ed's hand firmly pressed his spine, refusing to let him up. Ever since he had become a dad, Dylan thought he was a bit of a stick in the mud. He felt himself winding up. "To tell you the truth, it's because of my current life situation.

Ed's smile was sharp and cutting.

Ed's smile was sharp and cutting. But it wasn't cheap you know? So your ass better go, and you better tell me that you chilled the fuck out for a while."

After that last exercise, it was time for some poses. He felt completely owned.

"I'm- I'm not gay" Dylan stammered out, his whisper sounding loud in the quiet room.

"I'm- I'm not gay" Dylan stammered out, his whisper sounding loud in the quiet room.

Josh laughed.

"Ugh, it's a guy? Fuck no.

"Don't fucking talk, you whore. "I don't know man.



"What a big boy. He might do it."

Ed laughed. The problem was that recently, Dylan's cock had had a mind of its own.

"I'm sure he already told you but I'm Ed.

Josh gave him a sharp look. I'm telling ya, there's a lot of shit you could do.

Ed nodded. The intensity of it shocked Dylan, and he jolted. What if I fall or something?"

Ed reached up and pressed him back farther, his legs propped up even more. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy. His thrusts were speeding up too.

Josh considered that. His back screamed at him to stop. It was a behemoth. Dylan's head shook, an almost imperceptible nod. Your butt should be at a steeper angle." Ed said behind him. He had totally forgotten about the bottle Ed had placed next to him earlier.

"Oh, I think I found one." Ed's hands ran themselves over several of his worst problem areas, gently massaging the knots. Just try it out once, alright? He's top notch, I swear."

"Massage oil." Ed offered in the way of explanation. An animalistic grunt tore from Dylan as Ed plunged into his ass face first.

"So why the sudden interest in yoga?"

"Oh." Ed whispered softly against Dylan's neck.

"Massage oil." Ed offered in the way of explanation. When he finally pulled out, Dylan flopped to the floor without moving. "She's like a woman possessed.

"You need to have a sharper arch. Weeks of buildup was rushing to be satisfied and Dylan couldn't breathe with how much he wanted it. And then Ed stabbed back into him, and they were off. It was so intimate, and Ed seemed so powerful. Immediately, Dylan felt jealous. Stretching his hands out in front of him, Ed bent forward and arched his back at a sharp angle, bringing him into a shape resembling a triangle. It was definitely not what he was expecting: brushing against Ed's cock had felt good. There wasn't anyone in the entry hallway, either.

"Be quiet." Those two words came from Ed with such authority that Dylan's question died in his throat. Dylan was nervous, and his borrowed yoga mat, rolled up under his right arm, had him feeling ridiculous. His thrusts were speeding up too. He could hear everything.

"I- oh yeah it's not a problem. Here he was, face down with Ed's crouched edged into the top of his ass.

Dylan's mouth opened in a silent scream, his walls caving to the barbarian cock that claimed him completely. Slowly reordering his limbs, the man turned to look at him. The room itself was bright with the fading light of the summer evening coming through a large window with the blinds drawn back. He had yet to take his eyes away from Ed's this entire time. He wanted to say no, that he wasn't gay.

Dylan released a small whine. Most painful, however, was the series of knows that ran up and down his back. Soon, he would cum.

Ed laughed. His back screamed at him and it was too much and then he felt a pop and he was touching his toes. See if he would be willing to do a one on one session just to show you the ropes. Already, the first real pressure on his cock in weeks was making Dylan bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. Then, he spread it with his hand. The intensity of it shocked Dylan, and he jolted. We'll focus on your back today so we can hopefully get you loosened up.

"You need to quit that job, man. Soon, Dylan was at his limit. Here he was, face down with Ed's crouched edged into the top of his ass. Ed leaned in closely and breathed hot air against his flesh and Dylan shook. Too nervous to just announce his presence, he reached for the first door on his left, hoping it led to the studio. Ever since I started going to him I've been sleeping better and everything."

Dylan released a small whine. It was like he was too tense to even blow his load. This man stood so tall above him he might as well have been God himself. Against his will, it grew and grew and within seconds he was tenting his yoga pants. His eyes roamed Dylan's body, and Dylan suddenly felt extremely exposed. Josh recommends you highly." He shook the mans hand. A small shiver ran through him when he felt Ed's hands, large and warm and powerful, touch the base of his spine. "Wait-"

He was a babbling mess when he heard the sound of a bottle cap. A lot of the stretches were things Dylan had done before. "Good. "Wait-"

The drag as he pulled back caused Dylan's eyes to roll back in his head. After all, he was pretty hot. Already, the first real pressure on his cock in weeks was making Dylan bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. Too nervous to just announce his presence, he reached for the first door on his left, hoping it led to the studio. Stretching his hands out in front of him, Ed bent forward and arched his back at a sharp angle, bringing him into a shape resembling a triangle. "Well, I could mention you to him. Dylan's sex life had essentially disappeared altogether.

He was a babbling mess when he heard the sound of a bottle cap. Dylan was shocked to realize that everything about this man radiated masculine power. Shock traveled through him like lightening. Dylan nearly screamed as his dick got sucked, however briefly.

"That's fine." Ed removed himself from Dylan completely, so suddenly that Dylan fell over. He had yet to take his eyes away from Ed's this entire time. All of a sudden, talking about a woman's body a certain way pissed him off. Dylan figured out what was coming only a second before it happened. I'm tired of you bitching all the time so if it gets you off my back I'm down.

"That's fine." Ed removed himself from Dylan completely, so suddenly that Dylan fell over.

Josh considered that. "I've had this stress headache for like three days now."

Ed knew what he was referring to, it seemed. Your butt should be at a steeper angle." Ed said behind him. Dylan's cock pulsed hotly against the cool air of the yoga studio as Ed looked at him with hungry eyes.

Ed tipped the bottle, pouring a line of oil on his cock. He was claimed. He might do it."

With a guttural moan, Ed flooded Dylan's hole with his cum. "You'll like this one, it's really simple." Quickly, he demonstrated. No mercy, no gentleness. He wrapped his big warm hand around Dylan tightly, giving him the friction he so desperately desired. Let's stretch first."

"Oh." Ed whispered softly against Dylan's neck. My instructor is great. There was a river of precum dripping down Dylan's neglected cock, and at one point Ed came up and licked a fat stripe along his dick, collecting all of it. He felt so confused with these sensations running through his head. Ed's hands were firmly on his back, kneading the knots he found and the pleasure was unimaginable. Every inch of his body was as flexible as Ed needed him to be. Totally normal. Ed's calm breathing contrasted with his heavier pants, the squeak of the hardwood as they writhed together. Because you're definitely gonna get it."

Josh laughed. It might be a little easier for you to tell me more about where the tension is. Lots of people are looking for release when they come to me. A week later, Josh called Dylan to tell him that his yoga instructor, a guy named Ed, would give him a private session. At every moment, he felt Ed's masculine, impossibly hard body pressed against him.

"My back" he said, a little too quickly. He could still pick up women.

"I'm sure he already told you but I'm Ed. After repeated failures, Dylan was ready to admit defeat and apologize for wasting his time, but Ed refused to fail. "It's not uncommon. Dylan let out an involuntary whimper of pleasure at one moment and immediately bit his lip, angry at himself.

Ed tipped the bottle, pouring a line of oil on his cock. It was a behemoth. After all, he was pretty hot. "She's like a woman possessed. He wrapped his big warm hand around Dylan tightly, giving him the friction he so desperately desired. He could hear everything. He stood up, and Dylan saw him as he was. An animalistic grunt tore from Dylan as Ed plunged into his ass face first. A week later, Josh called Dylan to tell him that his yoga instructor, a guy named Ed, would give him a private session.

Ed's hand firmly pressed his spine, refusing to let him up. That moment of hesitance was all he needed to take this, whatever it was, further.

"Aw man, you know when you start talking about that gay shit I gotta nip it in the bud." Dylan took a deep gulp from his beer, finishing it off and signaling the waitress for another one. He began to rise back up-

"I want it." Dylan whispered to Ed.

"My back" he said, a little too quickly. And then Ed stabbed back into him, and they were off. But I wonder, are you up for it?" Dylan opened his mouth, but before he could reply Ed's hand covered his mouth roughly. For some reason, he expected a chime to go off when he entered, but everything was quiet. His pulled his legs wider, as wide as he could get them. He could intimately feel every single inch of the cock that was inside him. What if I fall or something?"

Dylan did as he was told.

"Sorry l didn't meet you at the door. He stood up, and Dylan saw him as he was. Because you're definitely gonna get it."

Ed withdrew his hands, and rubbed them together lightly. To find relief.

"Are you ready for this?" Ed whispered, face to face with Dylan. See if he would be willing to do a one on one session just to show you the ropes. My health has gone to shit."

"Hold them." Dylan did so without hesitation, surprised at himself. Then, he spread it with his hand. He placed a small white bottle next to him and he reached down toward Dylan's feet. Looks like you could use some relief. Ed stared into his eyes, one hand around his throat, as he bottomed out. Shop around a bit, find something you actually like."

Suddenly, Dylan felt every ache in his body. Sometimes I think I'm not cut out for it. For some reason, he expected a chime to go off when he entered, but everything was quiet. All of a sudden, talking about a woman's body a certain way pissed him off.

That's how Dylan ended up with Ed's hands once again on him while he stretched and contorted his body into unfamiliar forms. It was definitely not what he was expecting: brushing against Ed's cock had felt good.

"Time for downward dog." Ed announced cheerfully. He felt himself winding up. It's fine to call me that, everyone does." Ed flashed a smile at him, easy and bright. He wrapped his big warm hand around Dylan tightly, giving him the friction he so desperately desired.

"Says the guy without any student loans" Dylan said sharply. Sometimes I think I'm not cut out for it. His legs were burning from the stretch as they were hauled up to his head. Dylan let out an involuntary whimper of pleasure at one moment and immediately bit his lip, angry at himself.

"What are you-"

Dylan released a small whine.

Ed was on him in a second. I at least want the chance to get a look at some chick while she's bending over."

"So why the sudden interest in yoga?"

"Time for downward dog." Ed announced cheerfully.

Not breaking eye contact, Ed lowered his yoga pants. His back screamed at him and it was too much and then he felt a pop and he was touching his toes.

"Fuck me, man," Dylan said as he fell into the booth next to his best friend Josh, "this overtime bullshit is killing me." He stretches his tired muscles as he grabbed the back of his neck. Although he had been getting better throughout the session, there was still some stiffness and a knot or two that was making him inflexible.

"Alright well, you should turn around and take off your shirt so I can get a look."

Ed knew what he was referring to, it seemed. He could still pick up women. Almost immediately, his shoulders relaxed a little, and he sighed. He could still pick up women. Instead, he found himself cursing when Ed's hand reached up and slipped into the top of his waistband. Before he could say anything, however, Ed pressed back down with the heel of his hand, and Dylan's vision whited out. He was laying on his chest, and his legs were drawn up and hanging forward above his head. "I haven't even been going to yoga and that's easy as hell."

"I want it." Dylan whispered to Ed.

Josh considered that. He had totally forgotten about the bottle Ed had placed next to him earlier.

Ed laughed. "You'll like this one, it's really simple." Quickly, he demonstrated. "Well, I think we should do some basic poses. The friction against his walls as Ed pulled back was so close yet not enough. Ed didn't even comment, he simple pressed hard between Dylan's shoulder blades. His growl rumbled out of his chest and vibrated throughout the room. Every inch of his body was as flexible as Ed needed him to be. Dylan could tell that he was rather tall despite the way his body was contorted, and he couldn't help but notice his muscular physique. Every inch of his skin felt like a live wire when Ed grabbed his cock.

Ed withdrew his hands, and rubbed them together lightly. "Y-yeah I've noticed some...issues."

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Dylan shrugged noncommittally. Then, he spread it with his hand. It's actually really really relaxing. Writhing as best he could with his legs in his hands, he tried to grind his ass on Ed's face despite the small voice inside him screaming at him to stop, that he wasn't gay. I at least want the chance to get a look at some chick while she's bending over."

"Are you ready for this?" Ed whispered, face to face with Dylan. His cock rocketed cum like he had never had an orgasm before.

That's how Dylan ended up with Ed's hands once again on him while he stretched and contorted his body into unfamiliar forms.

"It's fine. Dylan was shocked to realize that everything about this man radiated masculine power. Although he had been getting better throughout the session, there was still some stiffness and a knot or two that was making him inflexible. His eyes roamed Dylan's body, and Dylan suddenly felt extremely exposed. Slowly reordering his limbs, the man turned to look at him. "I've had this stress headache for like three days now."

That's how, one evening after work, Dylan found himself standing in front of a small shop that was painted bright blue. To find relief. His hand came up and pressed on Dylan's abdomen, hiking his ass higher into the air. Dylan let out a shaky breath, preparing to explain himself. Just try it out once, alright? He's top notch, I swear."

Dylan's mouth opened in a silent scream, his walls caving to the barbarian cock that claimed him completely.

Ed's grunts were so savage, his balls heavy against Dylan's ass as he slammed wildly into him. I'll help you with your form."

Not breaking eye contact, Ed lowered his yoga pants. Dylan's distraction really started to show, however. "Guess we got where we needed to be on your back, am I right?"

"Is this helping you relax?" Ed asked him softly, his voice taking on a slightly husky tone.

"Time for downward dog." Ed announced cheerfully. "I haven't even been going to yoga and that's easy as hell."

"No, no listen man. In the center of the room on a black mat was a man.

Dylan sighed. There was a river of precum dripping down Dylan's neglected cock, and at one point Ed came up and licked a fat stripe along his dick, collecting all of it. The room itself was bright with the fading light of the summer evening coming through a large window with the blinds drawn back. Ed's hands were firmly on his back, kneading the knots he found and the pleasure was unimaginable. Sometimes I get too into the pose." A deep voice called out. Dylan's sex life had essentially disappeared altogether.

"Listen. "Good. "I don't know man. Ed leaned in closely and breathed hot air against his flesh and Dylan shook.

"Is this helping you relax?" Ed asked him softly, his voice taking on a slightly husky tone.

Suddenly, Dylan felt every ache in his body.

"What are you-"

Not breaking eye contact, Ed lowered his yoga pants.

When Dylan tried it, his back gave him some trouble. Writhing as best he could with his legs in his hands, he tried to grind his ass on Ed's face despite the small voice inside him screaming at him to stop, that he wasn't gay. I'm telling ya, there's a lot of shit you could do. Almost immediately, his shoulders relaxed a little, and he sighed. He felt completely owned.

"My back" he said, a little too quickly. However, at one point, Ed told him to touch his toes and he knew immediately that he was having problems. Before he could say anything, however, Ed pressed back down with the heel of his hand, and Dylan's vision whited out.

"I don't know man. "It's fine. It's fine to call me that, everyone does." Ed flashed a smile at him, easy and bright. He was claimed. Grabbing Dylan's feet, he hauled them up up up.

Big hands grabbed his asscheeks and spread them apart. Ed didn't stop until Dylan's torso was coated. Dylan felt hot and stuffy, smothered by Ed in some way. The sound of his cock in his oily hand nearly drove Dylan mad. Shop around a bit, find something you actually like."

A sharp smack landing on his ass. Dylan whimpered when his fully hard cock came jumping out. Placing himself above Dylan on the yoga mat, he reached for something over Dylan's head.

Turns out, he would. "Well, I could mention you to him. Soon, he would cum.

"Oh fuck oh FUCK" Dylan screamed, as his cock was jerked in time with Ed's thrusts. Dylan's distraction really started to show, however. Ed fell to his knees and lined himself up. His cock rocketed cum like he had never had an orgasm before.

After that last exercise, it was time for some poses. The problem was that recently, Dylan's cock had had a mind of its own. His legs were burning from the stretch as they were hauled up to his head. Totally normal. Dylan figured out what was coming only a second before it happened.

"Ugh, it's a guy? Fuck no. That moment of hesitance was all he needed to take this, whatever it was, further. Every time Ed spoke he sank further and further, so ready to be obedient, to be good. In no time, he was a panting mess. Ed's cock drilled him even deeper than before, if possible. There was a river of precum dripping down Dylan's neglected cock, and at one point Ed came up and licked a fat stripe along his dick, collecting all of it. That voice was steadily being drowned out by the wet sounds Ed's tongue was making as he speared his tongue in and out of Dylan's hole, stretching him so good. What if I fall or something?"

"Be quiet." Those two words came from Ed with such authority that Dylan's question died in his throat. What's more, this time, his cock was getting hard and he couldn't stop it. That voice was steadily being drowned out by the wet sounds Ed's tongue was making as he speared his tongue in and out of Dylan's hole, stretching him so good. I don't want people seeing me do that shit. Dylan's cock pulsed hotly against the cool air of the yoga studio as Ed looked at him with hungry eyes.

"No, no listen man. Looks like you could use some relief. Dylan's ass had pushed him to the point of no return as well. However, his hand also accidentally pressed against Dylan's cock. It's actually really really relaxing. Dylan's hole instinctively fluttered. I swear, sometimes I worry about whether or not our baby is going to get enough sleep."

"Is this helping you relax?" Ed asked him softly, his voice taking on a slightly husky tone. The problem was that recently, Dylan's cock had had a mind of its own. "Sorry, it's just been a lot to deal with recently.

Ed chuckled. His head was a little fuzzy and the blood in his body kept creeping toward his cock at inopportune moments. Newcomers can have a hard time getting into the headspace. "Y-yeah I've noticed some...issues."

"You need to quit that job, man. After all, he was pretty hot. Josh recommends you highly." He shook the mans hand. This man stood so tall above him he might as well have been God himself. Unwillingly, his eyes traveled downward, and he quickly averted his eyes when he eyed the large bulge in the front of the mans formfitting clothing. Ed watched Dylan's form closely, guiding him when necessary.

Ed reached up and pressed him back farther, his legs propped up even more. It might be a little easier for you to tell me more about where the tension is. This man stood so tall above him he might as well have been God himself.

"What about you?"

With a guttural moan, Ed flooded Dylan's hole with his cum. Ed's body wrapped around Dylan's as his face got closer and closer to the floor. Because you're definitely gonna get it."

Ed withdrew his hands, and rubbed them together lightly. Placing himself above Dylan on the yoga mat, he reached for something over Dylan's head.

"What a big boy.

Because of their position, this meant that Dylan's ass directly rubbed against Ed's crotch