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Yoga. Stepford has been invited to yoga with dunk. This in itself wasnt the problem. Aside from the fact that yoga was far from a competitive sport. He would be the best at it regardless of Dunk's continuous insistence that yoga was about relaxation. Not competing.
No that wasn't the issue at all. The problem was Dunk's short shorts. That fit his ass so perfectly they could've been molded onto him. But at the same time they left a perfect gap to see very clearly that dunk wasnt wearing any underwear. The warrior pose was the worst. Standing adjacent but being able to see right up them. Directly to Dunk's sweaty- Stepford slapped himself. He had to stay focused. This was going to be fine and stay fine and not get weird at all.
This action of not making it weird was getting increasingly harder as he waited for dunk to come. Stepford was early. He always was timeliness was also a competition in his eyes! And he was always first. But this left him to stew in his thoughts. The thoughts of dunk bent over his perfectly tight ass sky high and the look of determination on his face, stepford wondered if he looked similar when he was doing another doggy style pose- No! He couldn't be having these thoughts.
Especially not when his shorts weren't much better than dunks. They were very much as tight if not tighter. If he popped a boner everyone in the gym would know about it! He tried to think of something anything else. Puppies, kittens, Dunk in the bridge pose with his junk pointing up to the wall. God! He couldn't get it out of his mind.
Luckily his prayers were answered. Almost. He wasn't left to simmer in his horny thoughts anymore but the object of said horny thoughts was standing right in front of him. With that big cheesy grin he always held on his face front and centre. God stepford could just melt here and save them the trouble. But no. He was a good friend first! The best friend!
"Stepford! I'm glad you could make it! I mean you've yet to miss a meeting yet so I don't know why'd you flake now! Its good to see you. You feeling alright?" Dunk smiled clearly oblivious to the battle happening within stepford's head. Lucky him.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm doing just fine. Just excited to get started!" Stepford nervously rolled out his own yoga mat trying to avoid any and all eye contact with dunk. As if he feared he would combust if he met the others eyes. It was quite possible at this rate.
Dunk seemed to light up even further at that. Stepford didnt even know it was possible for a smile to go that wide. It would've made his heart swell if his brain wasn't so far into the gutters. This was going to be a least relaxing yoga session stepford had ever expierenced.
"Ok! So the first we're going to start of with a lunge. No big deal. Just to get us warmed up." Dunks voice was as happy as ever. If he had any clue about stepford's mental situation he didn't give it away. Stepford figured he was just oblivious.
He watched dunk do the pose first. It wasn't like stepford could look anywhere else. Even if he wanted to he couldn't tear his eyes away from dunk. Stepford sucked in a breath. The way his ass pressed agnaist his shorts as he lunged forward. So perfectly round if he reached forward he could just grab it- No! He couldn't think like this. Not about dunk, all he was doing was trying to help stepford and here he was perving all over him.
Stepford quickly moved to copy the move lunging forward. God he could feel his dick pressing at half mast agnaist he shorts already. He was glad dunk was facing the other way so atleast he couldn't see him in this state and he atleast hoped no one else was watching this encounter. It would cripple him with more embarrassment than he was already under.
"Hell yeah! You got this! Relaxing." Dunk took a peak back at him clearly mistaking the flush on stepford's face for exertion rather than blush. Stepford was glad for it.
Next was a transition into warrior pose. All 3 of them. All of them worse than the last. Stepford couldn't take his eyes of dunk and his sweat and that peak of his balls- dunk hadn't taken more than a glance back at him which stepford was more than happy with. The state of him was atrocious, his hair plastered to his head, his shirt was already skin tight but it somehow felt tighter, and his pants were definitely tighter. The bulge was growing more and more prominent the more poses they went through. It was getting harder and harder to ignore.
They were at the last one. Stepford could almost groan with relief. But he wouldn't. Not until he was in the privacy of his own company. It couldn't get any worse could it? Oh. Of course it could.
"One last one for you. Childs pose! Its easy don't worry. Just copy me." Stepford couldn't see him but he was sure dunk had that stupid grin on his face that would drive him crazy.
Dunk practically folded himself in half. Stretching forward pressing his ass up with his face pressed down stepford's mind was racing with thoughts. He was left just awkwardly standing there watching. If his cock wasn't hard before it certainly was now. He scrambled immediately down to copy the pose god forbid dunk look behind him and see stepford standing there like a freak with boner.
Sitting their with his dick practically pressed to the ground was torture. He wasnt looking up, he had no clue what dunk was doing anymore. Before he knew it he heard feet padding along the floor and a hand was pressed at his cock. He gasped his head quickly shooting upwards he almost headbutted dunk as he did so.
"Just adjusting your posture." Had dunks voice always been that sexy? Perhaps it was the hand on his dick talking. Stepford pressed down into dunks hand, which was immediately taken off him at the movement. He whimpered. Honest to god whimpered.
Stepford maneuvered his head upwards seeking dunks lips on his own. When their lips met he felt electricity light in between them. He chased after it their teeth clashing together as they moved stepford pushing dunk back just to have dunk placing his hand on stepfords own perfectly chiseled chest. Who was stepford to disagree with him?
Clothes were quickly stripped after that leaving both of them fully in the naked. They were panting their breaths mixing with eachothers, sweat dripping down their bodies. Dunk pressed stepford down to the mat, running a hand down his chest taking a second to tweak with his perky nipples causing stepford to moan out squirming under dunk ministrations.
"Uh- just to make sure this is ok right? I didn't ask you before and-" Stepford snaked his hand behind dunks neck and pressed his lips agnaist his own again before separating again.
"Dunk. If you don't get your dick in me in the next 5 minutes I will freak out." Stepford breathed out to which dunk quickly nodded getting down there to get to work. He slicked his hand with stepford precum although it wasnt exactly needed with how loose Stepford seemed to be naturally. Dunk stretched him regardless because intense physical activity without proper stretching was dangerous. And because the sounds stepford made as The tallers fingers slid in out of him stretching his walls to perfection.
He mewled when dunk found that sweet spot inside him. Seeing stars. God he needed this. Now.
"Jesus- fuck I'm ready. I'm ready! Shove your cock in me already!" His voice was whiny. Well whinier than usual if that was even possible. Dunk did as told taking a second to line himself up with the others hole before gently pressing in. His cock wasn't the biggest the blonde had seen but jesus it was thick enough to spear him with. When it bottomed out Stepford whimpered again hand coursing through his hair nervously. "I'm good. You can move jesus christ please move dunk."
"Happy to oblige." Now stepford could see that shit eating smile on his face now. It looked like there was little place dunk would rather be than here. And he had to agree being pressed into a yoga mat while a smoking hot man pounded into him.
Well dunk started off slow at first but built up to a punishing pace. Slamming into stepford over and over again until he was practically seeing stars letting out high pitched whimper after whimper matching dunks own moans. While dunks were controlled stepfords were loud, he was sure most of the house could hear them and while that didnt particular bother stepford. It seemed to get under dunks skin. So his solution appeared to be to smother stepford with his arm pit. He asked politely first though. Of course he did.
The smell was addicting stepford didn't even mind if it was meant to be his punishment his boroughed his nose into it and moaned louder although it was muffled by the thick hair and skin. This seemed to spur dunk on further as he snapped back into stepford at a renewed pace. Even more punishing than before. The only sounds in the room where stepford's muffled groans, dunks controlled grunts and the sound of skin slapping skin.
Dunk was getting close. Stepford could tell his thrusts were getting sloppy although his pace didn't stall for a second.
"I'm- Uh close." The taller groaned out pressing his pit closer to the shorter's face as if he knew how loud stepford would be when he came. Stepford couldn't give much of a reply other than nodding vigorously feeling his own release coil in stomach like a spring. Before dunk came he used his spare hand to wrap around stepford's own neglected cock pushing the twink over the edge leaving him squirting over his own stomach. He practically screamed into the pit as his hole tightened uncontrollably around dunk which pushed the other over the edge at the same time he pressed his hips deep into him. Unloading load after load into stepford as he seemed to cum for what seemed like minutes.
They road their high together before dunk eventually pulled out leaving cum dribbling out of him. He removed his pit from stepfords face leaning down to place a gently kiss on the others forehead.
"Jesus christ- that was- so good- we. Have to do yoga again sometime." Stepford winked.
"Maybe on a sheet of plastic though. I think these mats are ruined." Dunk nervously laughed wiping the sweat of stepfords forehead.