Classe Avançada de Ioga

BY Icosaedre
Confess Your Erotic Fantasy

Acabo una classe de ioga un dimarts. Vaig al vestidor d'homes, buit. Quan ja m'estic posant la jaqueta entra el professor. Es treu les sabates, i després els pantalons. Lluito contra mi mateix al sentir com estic començant a tenir una erecció, que comença a tibar els teixits de la roba. Ell s'adona i somriu per sota del nas. Em diu: "Veig qu'avui t'he fet suar". "Sí" contesto alçant les celles "em falta molta pràctica encara". M'ofereix a ensenyar-me una sèrie d'exercicis per poder practicar a casa. "Merci" li dic. Ell, encara amb calçotets i amb la samarreta de tirants em fa seguir-lo cap a la zona d'exercicis. L'escola de ioga és buida de gent i de llum. Em fa jaure a l'estora i comença a preparar tot el material que necessitarem: les cintes elàstiques, els blocs, les pilotes, el xurro. Comença a fer postures perquè jo les copii. Però em consta concentrar-me: no puc deixar de parar atenció als gemecs que fa de tanta força cada cop que posa tota la seva musculatura en tensió, d'intuir els seus pectorals marcats sota la samarreta que se li arrapa a la pell suada, de seguir amb els ulls el balanceig del seu paquet sota els calçotets. Arribem a la postura del gos. El cap em penja entre les espatlles. Noto que s'aixeca. Em corregeix la postura de l'esquena, i em posa la mà a l'abdomen per tirar-me'l cap amunt. Noto com apropa el seu cos cap al meu cul fins que ¡paf! frega suaument el seu penis contra les meves natges. La té una mica dura. Un soroll de pluja forta trenca el silenci des de fora de les finestres, i la fúria de l'aigua repicant contra els vidres i els maons allibera la meva atracció continguda. Apreto el meu cul cap a la seva polla i ell em comença a dominar. Em folla mentre anem practicant postures utilitzant tot el material disponible i jo crido al sentir els meus cos estirant-se amb els elàstics i el xurro mentre noto les seves envestides a l'interior del meu ventre i els seus gemecs de plaer descarats. Em penetra fins que la pluja para i se'n va després de dir-me "el pròxim dimarts comprovaré si has millorat".

I finish my yoga class on Tuesday and go to the men's changing room, which is empty. When I'm already putting on my jacket the teacher comes in. He takes off his shoes and then his pants. I fight the feeling that I'm starting to get an erection, which pushes against the fabric of my clothing. He realizes and smiles coyly. He tells me "I see that I made you sweat today". "Yes" I answer raising my eyebrows "I still need a lot of practice". He offers to teach me a series of exercises I can practice at home. "Thanks" I tell him. He makes me follow him into the gym, still wearing briefs and a tank top. The yoga school is empty and the lights are off by now. He makes me sit on a mat and starts to prepare all the material that we'll need: elastic chords, blocks, balls, cylinders. He starts to make the poses so I can copy him. But I'm having a hard time concentrating: I can't stop noticing his moans every time he tenses his muscles, noticing his pecks under the shirt that cling to his sweaty skin, my eyes following the bulge beneath his underpants. We get to the downward dog pose. My head hangs between my shoulders. I notice how it rises. He corrects the shape of my back and places his hand on my abdomen to pull it upwards. I notice how he brings his body closer to my ass, my buttocks rubbing gently against his penis. He is semi-erect. A sound of heavy rain breaks the silence outside the windows and the rage of the water drops hitting the window and the bricks releases my contained attraction. I press my ass against his dick and he starts to dominate me. He fucks me while we practice the poses, using all the material available. I scream when I feel my body stretching with the elastic chords and the cylinders, while I feel his thrusts inside my belly and hear his moans of shameless pleasure. He penetrates me until the rain stops and leaves right after telling me "next Thursday I'll check if you've gotten any better".

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