Donnie, the New Yoga Student

A man.

A man had just walked into my yoga class. This rarely happened. I had been teaching here at the Illume Yoga studio in Champaign, Illinois for two years and I had gotten used to it being exclusively women with the odd exception. The odd exceptions also didn’t look like this one. He may have been an exception, but he was far from odd. His brown hair, full beard and brooding look made me pause and stare for just a second. He wore a sleeveless shirt that showed off two muscled arms. He took his place in the back of the room.

I always noticed when there were new people and usually had a chat with them at the end of the class to see if they enjoyed it. It was a way for me to make my class more personal, hoping they would come back. I knew I was definitely going to do that today. Because I was definitely hoping he would come back.

I started my class like nothing was out of the ordinary, but every now and then I looked his way. There was no way this was his first time doing yoga. He had showed up to my Power Yoga class, for which some yoga experience was recommended. He wasn’t in the wrong place.

I let my students hold their position and I walked around the room like I always did. I checked if everyone was still breathing and every now and then to correct someone’s posture. When I passed the new guy I could tell he did a great job. I was distracted by his round butt as it stuck out in the air in the downward facing dog. When I focused, I noticed his back wasn’t entirely straight. I smoothened out his lower back by grazing it, maybe just touching the curve of the top of his ass.

I surprised myself by shaking a little once I continued walking and slowly made my way back to the front of the class. I felt a drop of sweat go down the side of my head.

“Remember to inhale deeply…. And exhale slowly”, I told the class but also myself.

When class was finished and everyone started rolling up their mats, I walked over to him.

“Hey”, I said, “new guy, right?”

Ugh. I already hated myself for my opener.

“Yeah!”, he said.

His smile was amazing and our eye contact already had my cock awakening.

“I’m Jermaine”, I said.

“Donnie!”

He enthusiastically shook my hand. I was feeling so hot, but we were both sweaty, so somehow it was OK.

“Did you enjoy your first time in my class?”

“Absolutely! I’m a little rusty, but I felt like this was a good place to start back up.”

“Great! So I’ll see you again?”

“For sure!”

“Awesome! Have a great day, and I’ll see you soon.”

“See you, bye”, he said, smiling.

There was something about him, which made me confident he was gay. Call it gaydar, but not from any prejudice about what gay men look like. His honest and open smile, his bold and continued eye contact with me, as well as how close we were standing next to each other. I smiled back, felt myself blushing and finally broke eye contact by looking down.

I turned to walk away.

“Oh, Jermaine? Can I ask you something?”

I turned back around.

“I noticed my lower back was still bothering me. You saw it too, right?”

“Oh, yeah!”

“It’s an old injury”, he said as he pushed his hands against the small of his back, his defined chest pushing forward. I may have subconsciously licked my lips.

“Do you know somewhere nearby where I can go to take care of that?”

“Yeah, there’s a place called Restoring Balance I usually recommend, it’s just a few minutes from here. Do you know it?”

“No, I just moved here.”

“Oh, I see! Well, you go down, exit the building, go right. Take a right on Church Street, go straight at the lights, keep that place Guido’s on your right. Now you’re on Main Street. You’ll need the Lincoln Building, which will be on your right, number 44. It’s on the 4th floor. Ask for Karyn.”

“All right, I think I can remember that. Or I’ll just enter Restoring Balance into my phone.”

I chuckled nervously.

“Yeah, that might be easier. Let me know how she does, OK?”

“I will, thanks!”

A week later I saw Donnie again. He wore black tights this time and he looked amazing. I really wanted to talk to him before class started, but I never did that with anyone, and somehow I felt weird doing it now. He rolled out his mat, again at the back of the room. Once he was ready he did look up at me and gave me a small wave. I smiled and gave him a nod.

I noticed Donnie’s posture had improved a little, but it was clear his back was still bothering him. So once again I tried straightening him out by pushing down his lower back, harder than I had before. He grunted like he was in pain, which he probably was. My hand lingered on the top of his ass as a way to say sorry.

When class was over I made my way over to him.

“Hey!”

“Hey Jermaine!”

He seemed genuinely pleased to see me.

“I saw improvement, but you’re still not 100% there, right?”

“You have a great eye”, he said, winking at me. “Karyn gave me some stretching exercises for at home, but they hurt like hell!”

“I’m sorry to hear that”, I said.

“I think I’m getting there slowly though.”

“How did you get the injury, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I used to be a dancer and I overstretched the ligament, so it’s caused this sprain. It’s already been three months.”

A dancer. He better be gay at this point.

“Did you have to quit dancing because of this?”

“Well, my professional career was pretty much over anyway”, he said as he smiled and looked down.

“I guess this was life’s way of telling me to move on”, he shrugged.

I left a pause as I didn’t know how to react.

“Hey, would you mind if I had a look? I’ve had dancers with injuries in my class before.”

This was only half a lie. I’d had 1. And OK, I hadn’t done anything to help her injury.

“Sure!”, he said.

I had Donnie sit down on a bench in the lockerroom which was supposed to be for teachers only. I knew no-one would be there. He took off his shirt. His upper body was muscular and naturally hairy. I had to make an effort not to stare.

I asked him to lay face down on a bench in the middle of the lockerroom. The curve of his ass was mesmerizing.

“Try to relax”, I said in my most soothing voice.

I tried to help relaxing him by starting out slow and gently kneading his shoulders. I slowly made my way down his back, feeling his body get less tense as I went on.

“Hmm”, he uttered, “that feels nice.”

I smiled. I wasn’t sure if I was a pervert for sensing a sexual undertone. I decided not to speak. I arrived at his lower back and started out gentle. I could immediately tell where his problem area was. His whole body flinched once I got there.

“Tha-that’s the spot”, he said, his voice sounding slightly in pain.

I worked around the area, quite naturally sliding down his tights a little. He had no problem letting me.

“You are good at this”, was all he said.

The top of his buttcrack was out and I loved it. I could tell his ass was hairy. I was slowly putting more pressure on the areas surrounding the injury, which included the top of his butt and I could tell his body was relaxing more and more. I inched my way to the spot that was causing him so much pain and he groaned.

“Yeah…. Right there… Yeah, you’re getting it good.”

He didn’t seem to be in pain at all, he seemed to be enjoying my massage. Until suddenly his body twitched a few times and he started moaning.

“Ungghhh…. Oh my G-…”

I stepped back. Within a few seconds his body lay still again.

“Are you OK?”, I asked.

He seemed unusually out of breath.

“I, uhh… I need to go.”

“Why? What happened?”

He continued to lay there but looked back at me.

“I, uhh… It’s embarrassing.”

Suddenly I connected the dots.

“Did you…?”

He chuckled nervously.

“Yep. I’m sorry.”

He looked away.

“No, no, don’t worry about it. I’ll consider it a compliment.”

Now I chuckled.

There was silence in the room. The smell of semen only now hit my nose. I loved it.

“Look, don’t be embarrassed”, I said.

“I am. I am mortified.”

I wanted to look him in the eye as I said this.

“Please, sit up.”

“No!”

“All right”, I said, as I crouched down to his eye level.

“I… think you’re very hot”, I started.

I already saw surprise in his face.

“I’d love to take you out. If I walk out of here now, I don’t know if you’ll ever come to my class again. So I need to say this now.”

A smile started to form on his face as I said this.

“Well, here’s a twist”, he said.

We looked at each other. He slowly sat up. His cock was still rock hard, straining the material of his tights. Around the head, a stain had formed. Now I started to get hard. It was the hottest visual.

“I have quite the crush on you as well”, he said.

We exchanged numbers. I lent him some shorts of mine so he could walk out with dignity.

Only a few days later, I met Donnie for drinks. The incident in the lockerroom wasn’t mentioned and we just got to know each other. He had recently moved here from New York now that his dancing days were officially over. I hadn’t asked, but I estimated him around 30 years old. It must be strange to have to retire from a career at such a young age. He had come back to Illinois, having grown up outside of Springfield.

“Walking around New York without a purpose, or without a dream, it was tough. Having lived there for 12 years, I missed the Midwest for the first time. So I decided to come back. Not to the exact same place I grew up in, as it would feel like a step back, but somewhere similar and closeby. So that’s how I ended up here. Thinking about my next step in life now.”

I smiled at him as he took a sip from his drink. I admired him.

Our chemistry had been undeniable from the day we had met. So after sitting across from each other for a few hours, it was obvious what would come next. When I told him I lived close to the mall, he said he didn’t know where that was. So I promised I would show him. He immediately knew what I had meant.

We took an Uber to my apartment and I pointed out where the mall was as we passed it. He didn’t seem all that interested.

The second we burst through my apartment door we started making out. As we threw off our jackets and kicked off our shoes, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. His tongue was deep in my mouth. He smelled so good. I could feel myself getting aroused. I wrapped my arms around him and caressed his back. His hands were all over my chest and sides when suddenly it was like he was holding on for dear life.

“Uhhh….”, he moaned.

He grabbed the back of my neck but stopped kissing me. I felt his hot breath on me as his body convulsed a few times. His eyes were rolled all the way up. His mouth was open, but no sound came out. I didn’t dare ask what was happening. Until I felt warmth against my hip.

The silence was deafening.

“I’m sorry”, he said.

I looked down. A small spot had formed in the front of his jeans, his rock hard cock beautifully outlined. I was turned the fuck on.

I resumed our kiss and he immediately joined. Our clothes started to fly off as I pushed him toward my bedroom, never breaking the kiss. I pulled down his white briefs and his cock was still hard and shiny from his ejaculation. He eagerly went to his knees to suck my cock. I was so horny I couldn’t wait to fuck him.

When I started to get on the bed, he clearly wasn’t done. He lay on the bed with me and continued to suck me off. I leaned forward and fingered him. My cock grew harder and harder and at one point I couldn’t wait any longer.

I took his face in my hands and pulled him up to kiss me. Our hard cocks touched the other’s belly.

“Turn around. On all fours”, I whispered.

Donnie obeyed and crawled onto my bed. His hairy ass was a delight. He arched his back in a way that only a true dancer or an experienced bottom can.

I ate him out. His moans were beautiful. I tugged on his cock a few times and he was hard as a rock. He pushed his ass back against my face and I used both of my hands to spread his cheeks. From his moans and movements I could tell he was having another orgasm just from me eating him out. Not 5 minutes had passed since his last ejaculation. I was in awe.

“You are one hot fucker”, I said.

I grabbed a condom from my nightstand, laid down on my side and entered him while he was still in doggy position. He moaned and let his chest fall to the bed. His ass was mesmerizing to me. He eagerly received me, but when I started to slow down, he pushed back onto my cock like the cock-hungry bottom of my dreams.

I turned him around to lay on his back and I entered him again. His cock flopped against his belly with my every thrust.

“Ohhhh”, Donnie exclaimed as I saw his eyes roll up again.

His body was now full on shaking, as I saw the cum dribbling from his cock. It was his third orgasm in less than 15 minutes.

Now I had to cum as well.

“Please… please cum on my face”, Donnie muttered, in his post-orgasm daze.

I pulled out and straddled him. I could tell it was going to be a big one as large jets of cum flew across his face. In his beard, his eager open mouth and on his closed eye-lid.

Donnie smiled and licked his lips, keeping his eyes closed. When I had come down from my high, I bent forward and kissed him.

“That was the hottest fuck of my life”, I said.

He chuckled.

“Same.”

I kissed him some more.

“A towel would be nice at some point”, he suggested.

I laughed. I got up and fetched a towel from the bathroom.

Once he could see, Donnie and I took a shower together. We made out a lot during it, and again his cock got hard.

“Seriously?”, I asked as I pushed down on his cock to make it bounce.

He laughed.

“This thing has a mind of its own. I tend to just leave it to do whatever.”

I chuckled.

“He embarrasses me quite often though. Sorry about cumming so early. Twice. And in the lockerroom.”

“Are you kidding? That was super hot.”

He smiled.

THE END