Go deep by cameron d james (1) by Dave Finn

Rain battered the pavement on the other side of the glass door. When Brad flipped the lock, the tumblers clicked, echoing in the empty yoga studio. Well, almost empty. A bar of light shone from beneath the door to the hot room. Brad flicked the light switch in the lobby and walked through the darkness toward it. His heart beat quickly as he turned out the other lights on the way. Don’t be stupid. You’re just helping him for the competition. Intense heat flooded the hall when he opened the hot room door. He didn’t have to look long before he found what he’d been expecting—and dreading. Simon, on his knees in front of the mirror, entered camel pose by jutting his hips forward, resting his 4

hands on his ankles, then dropping his head back so far his hair brushed his mat. The young man was at least twenty-five years Brad’s junior—somewhere around twenty-one. His body was lithe and toned, well-defined and slick with sweat, and his red spandex shorts bulged with a tantalizing package. As Simon readjusted his hands and rose back to an upright position on his knees, Brad’s gaze lingered on the young man’s crotch, until he forced his eyes to move up. Simon smiled when he saw Brad approach. “Don’t you think you’re overdoing it?” Brad folded his arms in front of his chest. Simon stood. Thick beads of sweat rolled down his arms and dripped from the tips of 5

his fingers. “The competition’s tomorrow.” “Yes, but you don’t want to overtrain. You’ll be no good tomorrow if you kill yourself tonight.” Simon bent at the waist to pick up his water bottle, sticking his red-clad ass out for a second more than necessary before standing upright again. “I know, I know. It’s just, well...my dad’s going to be there.” “So?” Simon drank from his bottle, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp. The young man caught Brad staring, gave him a sly grin, then lifted his bottle high and squirted some water on his head. It ran through his short dark hair, dripping down his body and making his nipples hard. “My dad wishes I’d 6

do something like basketball or football, you know...” Brad cleared his throat, trying to shake off the grip of lust. “Something more masculine?” “Yeah.” “Hmm...too bad. Yoga doesn’t get the credit it deserves.” Brad glanced at the small clock on the teacher’s platform. It was past time he should be heading home. He eyed Simon up. “Tell you what, let’s go through your postures once more then we’ll call it quits. You need a good night’s rest more than anything.” Simon ran a hand down his chest and abs, sweeping sweat aside. “Deal.” He put his water bottle back on the floor, then stood up 7

straight on the middle of his mat, taking several deep breaths to center himself. Brad leaned back to observe Simon’s posture. “First asana—DandayamanaJanushirasana—Standing Forehead to Knee.” The younger man locked his left knee immediately, creating a solid foundation. He picked up his right foot and, with a steadying breath, kicked it out. “That’s it—great form.” Brad pulled out his teacher voice while secretly enjoying the eye candy. “Lean back just a bit. Now, exhale and lean forward. Fold yourself forward, bring your forehead to your knee.” Simon did it perfectly, bending slowly and gracefully at his waist, then pressing his 8

forehead against his kneecap. “Good. Push a little more. Go as deep as you can...that’s it. Perfect.” Simon held his posture for several long breaths. Brad waited until he observed some minor quivers in the twink’s leg muscles. “Good...ease out of posture, Simon, take it slow.” Simon unfolded then switched sides, extending his left leg outward. Brad admired the sweeping lines and planes of his body, his eyes drawn to Simon’s bubble ass cheeks bulging in his tight spandex shorts. Brad’s cock thickened as he thought about the tight hole buried there. He cleared his throat—he’d missed his coaching lines. Simon returned to standing 9

position slowly. Keep it together, Brad. “Very good.” Brad’s voice was tight. “Second asana—Poorna-Salabhasana— Full Locust.” Simon lowered his body and laid flat on his stomach, arms stretched out at his sides. He took a deep breath in, exhaled loudly through his nose, then spread his arms upward and lifted his legs until only his pelvis remained on the floor. “Excellent.” Brad swallowed what little saliva he had in his mouth. “Keep your legs straight. Don’t arch your back too much. Steady...steady...hold...” Brad’s gaze slid down the curve of Simon’s glistening back, like one of the many beads of sweat that jeweled the 10

twink’s skin, toward where it pooled above his waistband—where the shadow of his crack beckoned. Brad’s cock stirred again and he bit his bottom lip, burning with desire, thinking about how he wanted to lap up the liquid, to follow the trails of sweat home. Even when Simon returned to an upright position, Brad still drank in the sight of his shimmering flesh. Then he met Simon’s eyes in the mirror—eyes that stared back sharply. Brad steeled himself, straightening his spine and striding forward like he did when teaching a class. His half-formed hard-on rubbed against his leg awkwardly. “Third asana—Trikanasana—Triangle, the Master Posture.” 11

Simon stared at himself in the mirror, avoiding eye contact with Brad. He lifted his foot and spread his legs wide apart, confidently entering one of the classic yoga postures, his right knee bending until his thigh was parallel to the floor. Brad paced in a small arc, stopping near the back of Simon’s mat. “Arms apart, level with the floor. Now—both arms together at the same time—swing down, reach and grab your big toe. Grab the ceiling with your other hand—look up at the ceiling.” Simon stretched impressively, his back muscles knotted tight, chiseled lats twitching as he tried to twist his upper body more. “Push your left hip forward, like spine twisting pose—left foot flat on the floor. 12

Push, hold...push. Good. Good.” Simon exhaled through his nose again, then left posture, switching legs and entering on his other side. Brad recited his dialogue, but this time he scrutinized Simon’s form by staring at the young man’s ass instead. I wonder... Simon’s upper hand was slightly out of position. Brad stepped close and nudged it gently. When their hands touched, Brad wanted to do more...to hold Simon tight, to run a hand down his body and grab his ass. Brad peeked in the mirror, but the twink still stared at the ceiling. He let go of Simon’s hand, but kept watching his face. Nothing. Fuck. I should have known. He squeezed his eyes shut and 13

took a breath. Simon returned to standing position. Brad strode around to the other side of his mat, making his voice sound as serious as he could. “Let’s move onto your fourth asana—Dandayamana-Dhanurasana— Standing Bow.” Simon locked his left knee and picked up his right foot. Brad narrated Simon through the posture, but his words faltered when Simon raised his left hand toward the ceiling. A telling bulge protruded from the boy’s crotch. Excitement erupted and blood rushed into Brad’s cock like water from a broken dam. He tried to calm his mind, but his dick became steel to the rhythm of a few heartbeats. 14

Simon’s right leg extended high behind him as he stretched his upper body ahead, reaching forward with his left hand and staring at himself in the mirror. The front of his shorts tented with young cock; his foundation leg quivered, making his torso shake. Brad approached, his footsteps shaky. “Easy. Relax.” He put a hand on Simon’s raised right leg and the other against his slick chest to steady him, his cock so stiff it tingled. Simon’s knee wobbled and his hip shifted, pressing against Brad’s crotch. Brad barely restrained himself from grinding into the boy. But when one of Simon’s hard nipples brushed against his fingers, he couldn’t help himself. Brad reached out, 15

caught it between two knuckles and pinched. Simon gasped, his leg quivering more. Brad let go of the nipple. “Push. Go deeper. I’ll keep you steady.” He stabilized Simon and guided him into a full, near perfect posture. Simon held the position for several heartbeats, then eased out and looked at Brad in the mirror. “Thanks.” He nodded curtly, as if he didn’t have a raging hard-on—though he had the hint of a smile. “No problem.” Brad leered at Simon, staring at the outlines of the twink’s fullyformed erection. “Like I said, you just have to relax. You’re in good hands.” Simon moved into the posture on his opposite leg. This time, as he swung his 16

upper body forward and stretched his hand before him, Simon stared at Brad. Brad repositioned his cock, making it as prominent as Simon’s and giving it a firm stroke before letting go. Simon’s body quivered again. Brad moved forward and put a hand under his chest to steady him. He met Simon’s eyes in the mirror, taking in the intensity, the focus...and something else... Hunger. He wants it. Oh, God...he wants me. Brad’s breath caught. Ever so slowly, he reached his free hand past Simon’s ass. He shuddered when his fingers touched the boy’s suspended leg, relished the glossy feel as they slid back and forth. He watched 17

Simon’s eyes in the mirror, still full of hunger. Brad took in a heavy breath, let his other hand slide down the young man’s chest, and gave his nipple another pinch. Simon trembled, but kept his eyes locked on Brad. Had he read him right? It’s too late. There’s no turning back. Simon licked his lips, then eased out of position. His erect cock protruded long and slender against his red spandex, threatening to poke its head above the waistband. Brad smiled daringly. “What’s your optional asana?” “Dandayamana-BibhaktapadaPaschimotthanasana. But I might need your help.” An impish grin twisted the young man’s lips. 18

Brad’s heart thumped hard. “A good position—posture. Very well. How do you want me to help?” In answer, Simon spread his legs wide, held his hands out at his sides, then folded forward at the waist. He wrapped a hand under each heel and brought his forehead to the floor effortlessly. He stared at Brad from between his legs. “I need you to check that my posture is perfect.” Brad moved closer, loving the sight of Simon’s ass high in the air, the cheeks spread wide, the spandex taut over the crevice between them. “How do you want me to help?” “I need you to hold my hips.” 19

Brad moved closer, until the twink’s ass was so close the heat of it warmed his cock. He put his hands on Simon’s hips, stroking the spandex with his fingers. “Like this?” “I think I need more support.” Brad shuddered, biting his lip, hesitating only a moment before pressing his crotch against the crack of Simon’s ass. He groaned as his cock tingled. “Mmmm... That’s it. A bit harder. I don’t want to fall.” Brad obliged. He leaned forward, running his hands over the young man’s lower back, his fingers sliding over hot, wet skin. His cock throbbed with pleasure, fully excited, eager for release. “You might want to adjust your legs a bit, get them a bit straighter. It 20

will give me more leverage.” Simon shifted his legs, wiggling his ass and grinding it firmly against Brad’s dick. “Like this?” Brad’s jaw slackened. “Yes. Perfect.” He slid his hands toward Simon’s hips again, one resting on each side. “I think you have this one down. Good work. You can rise.” Simon spread his arms out and raised his torso all the way, then brought his legs together, squeezing his cheeks tight around Brad’s dick. Brad examined their reflection in the mirror, holding Simon’s hips tight. The boy’s cock now pulled his shorts away at the waist, creating a small gap. They stood motionless, sweat trickling down their bodies. “Are you sure you want 21

to do this?” Brad’s words were low and quiet. He held Simon’s gaze for several more moments, waiting. The young man didn’t say anything, didn’t quiver. Brad hesitated only a moment. Fuck, if I get fired for this, it’s worth it. Opening his mouth, he found the back of Simon’s neck with his tongue, tasting him and his sweat. Simon let out a heady sigh. Brad relished the sight of him in the mirror, the way his eyelids fluttered and his lips parted—the way the haze of sex clouded his features. Brad ran his hands across Simon’s tight stomach, wrapped his arms around his slim form, and pulled him close. He thrust his pelvis forward, grinding his firm cock against the boy’s supple ass. 22

Brad’s heart beat a staccato rhythm in his chest. Simon’s pulse pounded against him. He slid his right hand down, toward the top of Simon’s waistband, then licked the back of Simon’s neck, savoring his salty sweat. Brad closed his eyes and rested his face on Simon’s shoulder. God, I need this. Slowly, he slid his fingers beneath Simon’s shorts, wetting them with precum. He ran his fingers along Simon’s length, then grasped the boy’s slick cock firmly in his grip. He looked in the mirror. Sweat coursed in thick rivulets down their adjoining bodies. The young man gasped through parted lips, his eyes closed. Brad let go of Simon’s cock, pulled his 23

hand out from the spandex. “We need to continue this somewhere cooler. These next yoga moves are too hot for this room.” The air of the hallway instantly chilled him, turning his nipples diamond hard. He guided Simon into the men’s change room, where a wooden bench spanned the middle. Simon straddled it, then lay back, staring up into Brad’s eyes. “You can do whatever you want to me,” he whispered. “Teach me what you know.” “I can show you a few things.” Brad leaned over the boy until their crotches rubbed together. Then he kissed Simon, tentatively at first, but the boy kissed back hard. He parted Brad’s lips and thrust his tongue in. Brad returned it, their lips 24

wrestling with urgency. Their tongues locked together, and Brad ground against Simon, making him moan. Simon wrapped his arms around Brad, pulling him closer, holding him tight, their stiff nipples rubbing together. Brad gasped and shuddered, feeling suddenly weak in Simon’s embrace. The sharp scent of Simon’s body made Brad’s nostrils flare and his cock twitch. He wanted to be closer, to taste more...to touch every part of him. He pulled out of Simon’s arms, moving away from the boy’s sweaty face, dragging his tongue downward...down the twink’s neck, down his sternum, and over to one of his red, pointed nipples. Brad lapped up the salty dew that ringed it. 25

Simon moaned as Brad’s tongue circled the tender flesh. He took it in his mouth, rubbed the hard tip gently across his teeth. Simon gasped, his chest arcing up, pushing the nipple deeper into Brad’s mouth. Brad pinched and twisted the other one, making Simon squirm beneath him. Brad soon abandoned the nipples, licking and nipping his way south until bright red spandex lay in front of his face. He breathed in the pungent, spicy scent of the twink’s groin and extended his tongue, running it along the prominent bulge. He reached the tip, enjoying the precum and sweat that awaited. The sweet taste of the boy’s juices fogged his mind with lust and need as he descended back along the length. 26

He opened his mouth and pressed his lips against the spandex, his tongue flicking back and forth along Simon’s rigid bulge. Simon swore and groaned and ran his fingers through Brad’s hair, massaging his scalp. The boy’s cock twitched, pumping precum into his shorts, and Brad licked hard, desperate for every drop. His fingertips slipped over the waistband. Brad pulled them down, releasing a beautiful, uncut dick, inch by glorious inch. The shaft was flushed red, but the head stuck out from a bundle of loose foreskin— shiny, dark, and moist with clear, sticky juices. Brad wrapped his fingers around Simon’s shaft and lifted it from the young man’s flat 27

stomach. He brushed his tongue up from the base, trailing it along the lusciously pungent erection until it met the slit. Plunging in a little, Brad made Simon moan and gush more sticky fluid onto his tongue. He enjoyed his reward, twirling around the tip of Simon’s cock, coating his taste buds with the boy’s sweet love juice. Opening his mouth wider, Brad slid his lips down Simon’s cock, his tongue exploring the contours. He swallowed all the way down, until the tip of his nose brushed the twink’s dark pubes. Simon moaned louder, his voice echoing. His dick poked hard against the back of Brad’s throat. Brad backed off, relaxing, then began bobbing up and down in quick 28

rhythm. The slick sounds of the blowjob and Simon’s variation of groans and gasps filled the empty room. Brad pressed down further each time, determined to take in Simon’s full length again. Finally he managed, the twink’s cock twitching, poking the entry to his throat. He stretched his lips forward, kissing Simon’s pelvis. The young man’s fingers dug into Brad’s hair, gripping his skull as he pumped in and out, thrusting in as deep as he could go each time. Brad’s throat muscles strained, but his years practicing yoga had taught him how to control his body. He found stillness in his mind, let the intoxicating scent of Simon’s pubes fill him as the young man fucked his mouth with wild abandon. Simon gasped, 29

swore, groaned; Brad waited for the eruption of cum in his throat. Simon stopped suddenly, pushing Brad’s head back from his dick. A thick strand of clear fluid hung between Brad’s lips and the engorged head as it slapped against Simon’s abs. Brad reached out for it, but Simon grabbed his wrist. “Not yet. Teach me something else.” Brad knew just the thing, something else he’d ached for as much as a taste of Simon’s cock. “I’ll need you to come to the end of the bench.” Simon inched down until his butt hung from the edge. Brad knelt before him, pulled the boy’s red spandex down his legs, and threw them aside. “Lean back.” 30

Simon lowered his body, and Brad flipped his legs up. The twink’s cheeks spread apart, exposing the tight, hairless rosebud nestled between them. Brad pulled that hole closer, until it hung off the end of the bench. He had imagined doing this many times in his fevered masturbation fantasies. He’d envisioned going slow, tasting and teasing. But now that it was actually happening— now that he was driven by insatiable hunger—he had no patience. Brad leaned forward, then dragged his tongue forcefully across Simon’s hole. Simon moaned and squirmed on the bench as soon as Brad’s tongue found its mark. Pressing down on Simon’s shoulders, 31

Brad made him immobile while he pressed his tongue past the boy’s tight ring, then into his ass. “Uhh... Fuck...fuck!” Simon writhed beneath him. Brad pushed down harder, loving the sweet and pungent taste of the boy’s insides. He nudged his face deeper into Simon’s crack, digging with his tongue. “Uhhhh... Yeah... Yeahhh...oh!” Simon’s incoherent cries drove Brad wild. He dug his tongue in deeper, in and out, curling up to stretch the twink’s ass. Simon whimpered like an animal, jerking around beneath Brad’s hold, but Brad didn’t relent. His tongue flared wide, like a flag, diving in all the way, curling inside Simon’s hole and flicking out. 32

The change room disappeared. All the Brad sensed—all he knew—was Simon’s tight ass, squeezing, eager for more. Finally, Brad eased out, enjoying the taste that lingered. He swirled the tip of his tongue around Simon’s hole, now loose and moist, feeling it pucker. “I want you to fuck me.” Brad raised his head, his chest fluttering with excitement. “I hope you’ve got condoms.” “Backpack.” Simon gasped the word. Brad quickly found the foil square where Simon indicated and returned to his prize, now seated upright on the wooden bench. Simon pulled Brad close, sliding his hands around the top of Brad’s shorts. “These have 33

to go.” He pulled them down. Brad’s thick, sixinch cock was still hard. It bounced with its newfound freedom, every swollen inch visible past his flat stomach and shaved pubes. Simon wrapped a hand around it and looked up at him. “Can I?” Brad put a hand on Simon’s head and slowly moved him in, sliding his cock past those luscious lips. Simon closed his eyes and tightened his mouth, sucking tenderly, his eyes shut tight, as he glided down the shaft. The boy stretched his lips forward, trying to swallow as deep as Brad had swallowed him. He gagged the first time, but recovered, drawing up, then diving back down the shaft, all the way to the hilt. Brad 34

ran his hands over Simon’s head, massaging him, stroking his throat to help it relax. Brad groaned as Simon’s blowjob spiked his pleasure higher. “You’re amazing.” He let go of Simon’s head and neck, brought the condom packet to his teeth, and ripped it open. “Ready to learn the secret master posture?” Simon drew his lips up and released Brad’s cock with a slurp. Brad sheathed it with latex while Simon positioned himself on the end of the bench, spreading his legs and resting his hands on the wood. He bent forward, arching his back up like only a yogi could, his globular cheeks parting to reveal the pink hole between them, still wet and puckered from the rimming. 35

Brad worked up a mouthful of spit and slathered it over the condom, making the latex slippery and smooth. He used another mouthful to finger Simon’s hole. The younger man pushed his hips back, forcing Brad’s finger in deep. “Oh, God...yes! Ohhhh!” Brad put his other hand on Simon’s lower back. “Settle down, boy. I’ll be fucking you good soon enough.” “Yes. Fuck me deep. Fuck my ass.” Simon’s voice was husky. Brad pushed a second finger in, then a third, sliding them around until Simon was loose. He slipped his fingers out, spat on his dick again, then gripped the base and pressed it against Simon’s hole. At first, the 36

tight ring resisted the girth of Brad’s cock, but he pushed gently until he felt it relax. Inch by inch, Simon’s ass consumed his dick, squeezing it, enveloping it with heat, until Brad was buried balls deep, his pelvis pressing hard against the boy’s cheeks. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Simon’s chest, resting his head against the boy’s back. When he felt Simon’s hole relax, Brad slid his cock halfway out, then back in. Simon moaned. Brad pumped some more—in and out, in and out, gently. “Fuck me harder. Oh, yeah—yeah! Make me your bitch.” Brad flushed with heat, as intense as his mounting pleasure. If the boy wants it rough, 37

he’ll get it rough. He unwrapped himself from Simon’s body and instead put one hand on the boy’s hip; the other gripped his shoulder. Slowly, he withdrew his cock halfway, then slammed it home. He pulled out further, then drove in with just as much force. Simon begged for more, so Brad sped up, pulling out to the tip then driving his cock in deep, faster and faster each time. Simon grunted and Brad’s balls slapped his ass in punctuated rhythm. Simon rocked back and forth, thrusting his hips against Brad’s with force. Brad sped up, pounding the twink with everything he had. The boy’s tight hole gripped him with every thrust and refused to let go. 38

“Fuck...fuck...fuck...” Simon repeated his mantra, his grip on the bench wobbling. Sweat ran in rivulets down Brad’s back, spattering against the floor. His pleasure climbed, so he pushed it higher, breaking his rhythm after each thrust by pulling Simon’s hips hard against him, trying to drive his cock as deep into the boy’s guts as possible. A tingle expanded from Brad’s pelvis, strengthened with dangerous speed. “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum.” “Do it,” Simon rasped, his head and neck arching backward, hands tight on the bench as he slammed his ass hard against Brad. “Fill me with your hot cum.” Sensation spiked. Brad drove his cock into Simon with abandon as the point of no 39

return washed over him. “Fuck. Oh, God. Oh God, ohhhhh…” “Oh, yeah! Fill me. I want it all.” Brad’s orgasm exploded. His balls pulled tight against his body. His cock pulsed as cum rocketed out. Beneath him, Simon writhed, pushing back with his ass, impaling himself on Brad’s twitching cock. Brad thrust with him, shoving his dick in and out of Simon’s greedy hole, gripping the boy’s hip and shoulder tightly and riding through his orgasm until the last jolts subsided. Their movements slowed. Brad stared at Simon’s arched back through glazed eyes as the boy continued to push against him. He gasped, catching his breath, his heartbeat thumping. 40

Simon looked over his shoulder with a devilish grin. “Fuck, that was hot.” Brad loosened his grip and ran his hands over Simon’s lean, sweaty body. He leaned forward, kissed the boy’s warm skin, then slowly pulled out, leaving Simon’s hole gaping. Heavy with cum, the condom slid off his cock and landed on the floor with a soft splat. Simon quickly stood and turned, sitting on the bench, legs spread wide as he massaged his raging hard-on. “Mmm. Now, young man, I think it’s time to get you off.” Simon brushed his finger across the head of his cock, picking up a glistening bead of precum from the slit. He brought it to his 41

lips and trailed it across, leaving his lips shiny and moist. Brad leaned in and licked the sweet gloss off, then kissed him hard, pushing his tongue past the boy’s lips. As he did, he wrapped his hand around Simon’s dick, pumping it with a firm grip. Simon stood up, pushing Brad back with a hand to his chest. “Come on. I think we need a shower.” Brad followed him into one of the stalls. The young man turned on the shower, waiting until the water was hot and steamy, then pulled Brad under the flow with him. They kissed again, Brad reaching down with his other hand to stroke the younger man’s cock with a firm grip. Sudden pain flared in Brad’s lip. He 42

pulled back. Simon ran his tongue along his teeth. “Oh, you want it like that, eh?” Brad planted his lips on Simon’s again. This time, Simon nibbled harder. Brad shoved him against the tile wall, out of the shower’s spray. Simon tried to twist Brad’s nipples, but he overpowered the younger man, using one hand to pin Simon’s arms above his head. He pressed into Simon with his chest, locking him against the wall and devouring his lips with aggressive kisses, all the while pumping the boy’s cock with his free hand. Simon’s heart pounded against Brad’s chest. He whimpered, breathing hard and fast. Brad’s arms ached, but adrenaline 43

drove him further. He jerked as quick as he could. Simon’s heavy breathing turned into throaty groans, then gasps. Brad tugged harder, twisting his wrist with each stroke to bring the man to the edge of orgasm. “Oh, fuck... I’m coming, I’m coming...” Brad pulled his lips away. He looked down at Simon’s dick, beet-red and rockhard in his grip. “Give it to me.” “Oh, fuck...fuck. FUCK!” Simon’s biceps jerked beneath Brad’s arm. Cum shot from the boy’s dick, thick white globs that splattered hot across Brad’s abs and leg. He pumped out shot after shot, covering Brad with creamy ribbons and blotches. Brad let go of Simon’s cock as it dribbled 44

some last drops on the shower tile. He scooped up cum with his free hand, then slurped it from his fingers, savoring the taste—tart, sweet, salty. He let it slide over his tongue, relishing it while it pooled there, then kissed Simon again, deep and hard, shoving the boy’s cum into his own mouth. Brad scooped up more spunk and brought it to Simon’s lips. The young man ate it eagerly, sucking on Brad’s fingers, looking into his eyes with longing. After he had consumed every drop, Brad unpinned his arms, stepped under the stream of water, and closed his eyes. Wow... Simon joined him. Brad moved out of the way so the twink could clean up, but the other man grabbed his arms and leaned in 45

for another kiss, his soft cock pressing against Brad’s thigh. It was a much gentler kiss than mere moments before, and it lingered. Brad closed his eyes, listening to the water spatter on the shower tiles, enjoying Simon’s tender lips. Finally, they pulled their lips apart. Brad stared at the gorgeous twink. “Mmm... That was amazing. I hope I wasn’t too forward with that, but you know...you did say you wanted to learn some new postures.” “Hell, no. I’ve been wanting that for months now.” Simon worked hot water through his hair. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had trouble focusing in class, seeing you on the podium in your skimpy shorts. I like your new yoga.” 46

Brad grinned. “So, do you think you’ll be ready for tomorrow?” “You wanted me to relax, right?” Simon turned off the water. “I’m gonna sleep like a baby now.” “Well, mission accomplished, then.” Brad grabbed a towel and rubbed Simon down, drying his hair, his chest, his abs...then his cock, enjoying it one last time. Not more than a few minutes later, he stood in his shorts again, locking the door to the studio and watching Simon dart through the rain to his car. Brad did the last few cleaning chores. He got to the change room last, where the cumfilled condom still lay on the floor. He stopped and smiled, then picked it up and let 47

it dangle in his fingers as he remembered the night. A new erection stirred in his shorts. * * * Yogis, along with their families and friends, packed the small community theatre for the annual Yoga Masters Competition. Simon performed at the top of his game, moving with limberness Brad had never seen before, but the competition was high caliber. As the adult female winners headed off the stage, the emcee for the event took center stage with his microphone. â&#x20AC;&#x153;The adult male category was every bit as fierce and exceptional as the adult female. While decisions were tough, there were three individuals who rose to the top of the 48 Â

ranks. In third place, we have Alex Dmitri.” The middle-aged man with a moustache and the body of an eighteen-year-old walked onstage and accepted his medal, bowing for the applause. “In second place, we have Joseph Kapoor.” The short, lithe Indian man, who had to be nearing his senior years, joined Alex on stage, accepting his medal and bowing graciously to the clapping crowd. “And, finally, in first place—” Brad’s heart skipped a beat. Please... “—Simon Wagner.” Brad leapt to his feet, cheering louder than everyone else. Simon padded barefoot to the emcee and accepted the first place medal. He bowed and the crowd cheered and 49

whistled. Afterward, Brad wove his way through the lobby, until finally he found Simon. “Congratulations!” Brad pulled the young man into a hug. When they separated, Brad pointed at the medal. “Snazzy prize you got there.” Simon smiled shyly. “Thanks, Brad. I couldn’t have done it without you.” Before Brad could reply, they were interrupted by the spitting image of Simon, except thirty years older. Without noticing Brad, he pulled Simon into a bear hug. “Congratulations, son.” The man rocked him from side to side in his arms. “I’m really proud of you.” Simon’s cheeks colored. “Thanks, dad. 50

I’m really happy you could be here.” “Maybe there is something special to this yoga you do after all. You were incredible up there!” “I told you. It’s a sport like no other.” Simon caught Brad’s eye and winked. Brad smiled, wiggled his eyebrows at Simon mischievously, then left the theatre. I wonder if he’ll be at yoga tomorrow.

About the Author Cameron D. James is a lover of books, coffee, chocolate, and cute Starbucks baristas. Thus, he can often be found at Starbucks, sipping a coffee, eating a cookie, and pretending to read while actually watching the baristas. You can learn more about Cameron, and find out about his other books, at www.camerondjames.com. Â

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