The movie credits ended without either of us really noticing, the room quieter now, his cock slowly softening in my hand with lazy twitches.
Still dripping some cum on the floor.
For a long moment after I stopped jerking him, Mason didn’t move. He just stayed there, legs heavy, head resting back against the couch, eyes still closed like someone who’d drifted halfway into a nap and didn’t quite want to come back yet. He seemed lost in pleasure:
“Dude…” he murmured eventually. “I feel… wrecked. Like in a good way.”
I smiled, pulling my hands back and giving him some space:
“Like your nervous system resetting? Totally normal.”
He let out a slow breath and finally opened his eyes, blinking:
“I swear my body weighs twice as much now,” he said. “But also like… nothing hurts anymore.”
"Oh I now that feeling. Happens to me at the sauna."
He shifted carefully, testing his legs, making his half hard cock bounce a bit, then laughed:
“Okay yeah. That’s wild. You might’ve ruined every other stretch session for me.”
“Thank you.” I said lightly. "That's some great feedback."
He sat up slowly, rolling his shoulders, grounding himself again. The goofy edge was back, but softer now:
“Man,” he added, rubbing his thigh absentmindedly, still oblivious to huge cum stains on the floor, “I didn’t even realize how tense I was. Guess I’ve been running on fumes.”
I stood. “You want something to drink? Water, tea?”
“Water would be perfect,” he said. “Like Real Cold, if you’ve got it.”
I handed him a glass and watched him drink like someone who’d just come back from a long run. He leaned back again, glass in hand, stretching his legs out with a satisfied sigh, a few last drops of cum oozing the carpet beneath his helmet.:
"Shit I knew I would make a mess. Sorry bro. I sweat a lot."
“It's fine really,” I said, sitting across from him, curiosity bubbling up now that the intensity had eased. “Gym guys like you sweat a lot during practice. How’d you even build all that strength man? Apart from lifting?”
He grinned, clearly pleased by the question.
“Years, bro. Years,” he said. “Started lifting in college. Played rugby for a bit. Some soccer before that. Kinda just… stuck with it. I like climbing too but there's too much people nowadays”
“Rugby?” I raised an eyebrow. “That explains a lot.”
He laughed. “Yeah. You learn real quick how to use your body. Strength, balance, taking hits.”
I nodded, genuinely interested:
“So it’s not just gym reps.”
"Back then it was competition, pushing limits with the guys and winning matches. Now it's more about the bulk and the right diet since I moved here.”
I leaned forward slightly. “Do you miss team sports then?”
He thought for a second, grabbing the waistband of his shorts on the floor:
“Sometimes yeah. But I also like… learning new stuff. Like this.”
“This?” I echoed.
“Yeah this,” he said, gesturing vaguely between us. “Hanging out. Not having to prove anything Some massage and movie night. That's the stuff I missed the most.”
Something warm settled in my chest. He glanced at me again, easy, open:
“You ask good questions, by the way.”
He pulled up his shorts with a grunt, smirking like we'd just finished a heavy set. Then he checked his phone and groaned lightly, cock still between my palms:
“Damn. Didn’t realize it was that late.”
He stood up slowly, testing his legs again, then laughed in disbelief:
“Okay, yeah. You officially fixed me. I feel like I just woke up from the best nap of my life bro!”
“I’ll take that as a win,” I said, trying not to sound too pleased with myself. "You sure were pretty stiff. Never felt someone that hard down there."
He grabbed his hoodie from the chair, slung it over one shoulder, then paused — like he was thinking something over:
“Really? Well” he said, turning back to me. “Thanks. For real.”
“For what?”
“For the date bro,” he said simply. “You know, it's rare to bond like that over a week. So glad I took that first session."
Before I could reply, he stepped forward and wrapped me in a hug.
Not a quick bro pat. Not awkward. A full, solid hug: arms tight, chest warm, grounding in a way that caught me completely off guard. I froze for half a second before hugging him back his manly scent wrapping me.
“Anytime,” I said quietly.
He pulled away with a grin, but his eyes were softer now. “See ya' Monday yoga bro!”
He was such an adorable peace of cake.
- - -
Sunday he texted me, saying he loved to hang out with me and that he had never felt so good in a while, already asking for a new session.
- - -
Monday session came up very quickly. I was dying to see (and taste) his cock again. I was so excited I had to stop myself from jerking off too much thinking about the events of last Saturday. Frustration was getting me to the core and I came pretty early in the session hoping I could do a quick rub before things would go bad.
But of course, the beast showed up early. He entered the room while I was just setting up the music, rolling his shoulders, hoodie abandoned in a corner despite the cold. Sleeveless as always (white this time), arms already warm like he’d done some training elsewhere.
“It's YOGA TIME BABY” he said grinning.
The session was surprisingly calm this time. Mason seemed more focused, less clumsy, like he was really improving. Still, he attracted pretty much all the attention with his huge frame tripping and losing balance, making jokes after each posture, goofing around.
But the guy was visibly getting better.
And hotter.
At the end of the course, he came to me pretty much immediatly, patting me on the shoulder:
“Yo Sir, I’ve got a question.” He asked playfully.
That sentence alone should’ve warned me.
"I couln't find the "Open Anchor" posture shit online. I swear I searched pretty much everywhere." He said, visibly confused.
Shit... I had to find some good excuse for that "posture."
"Yeah, I told you: it's some top secret posture man. Only I and a few others can teach it around. "
"Too bad bro. Wish I could do it again soon then."
He was too much.
“But then I found the rabbit hole. Like really cool postures let me show you.” he continued, pulling his phone out. “Top 10 Hardest yoga poses, The Dark souls of Yoga postures... that's it. Look. You think I could try it?”
He handed me the screen:
"Crow Pose (Bakasana)."
I felt my eyebrows rise before I could stop them:
“That’s… ambitious,” I said carefully.
He laughed:
“Yeah, that’s what the guy said too. But he also said it’s easier with strength. And I’ve got, you know," he flexed his right biceps "some strength.”
“That part isn’t the problem,” I said, already picturing how this would go. “The balance is. It's known for being difficult and I usually don't teach it.”
He looked almost sad when he heard this, as if I had just taken away a new toy he'd been dreaming of trying out. So I quickly had to correct myself:
"But I could teach you."
“So you’ll spot me?” he asked, hopeful. “Like… make sure I don’t eat the floor?”
I hesitated. Not because it was inappropriate, this was textbook yoga, but because I knew exactly how close I’d have to be. But this might be the a good occasion to feel his junk (you can search for the pose if you don't know it, it's pretty great). I should have a nice view on his rugby player's ass too.
“I'll dot it,” I said. “If you follow the moves, right?"
He nodded immediately:
“Deal. Where should we do it?”
Shit...
"Right now?"
I set him up. Hands planted, knees coming onto his triceps, weight shifting forward. I stayed beside him, one knee bent, hands hovering near his hips.
“Okay,” I said. “Lean forward slowly. Trust your hands. I'll lead you.”
He leaned. His feet lifted for half a second, then gravity reminded him he was human:
“Whoa...”
I caught him instinctively, hands firm on his hips, grounding him before he tipped forward completely. His core tensed, breath catching:
"Shit. My hands are hating this already."
He tried again, putting more tension on his arms. I changed my own posture a bit, moving closer to his hips, making shure he would not fall.
"Fuck, bro, this is harder than it looks," he laughed low, voice gruff with effort, trying to shift his weight forward onto his palms. "I'm shaking right now."
We reseted. Again. This time he lasted a second longer. Then another wobble.
I had to hold him again, steadier this time, my palms anchoring him while he tried to find the balance point.
I shifted a bit more behind him, lifting his legs up the best I could. He was massive, so warm. I swallowed hard, nose getting only inches from his growing bulge.
In no time, I was inhaling deep without meaning to. The scent hit strong, sweat-soaked tissue, his balls moving right before my eyes. They seemed full and ready for action.
"You're doing good man, keep those elbows in, engage the core. Breath slowly."
“... I don’t get how they make this look... Fuck... chill,” he said through clenched focus. "That's Killer stuff."
“It’s months of practice,” I replied. “And falling.”
His ballsack pressed closer with each shaky adjustment, the fabric stretching taut over the swollen nuts. His meaty bulge a few inches away from my face.
The holy grail.
At some point, his arms just stopped working:
“Yeah,” he said while losing balance. “I’m on the falling part.”
He tried again.
Only this time, he leaned too far.
"Whoa! steady there."
I moved in quick, hands bracing his hips firm, fingers digging into the warm muscle under his shorts. He was heavy. All solid mass hovering inches above the floor, breath puffing hot and ragged.
"Fuck, bro, this is harder than it looks."
"Keep it up man."
His cock stirred under the fabric, thickening slowly, the outline pressing against the thin gym shorts. There was almost no room to hide it: the shaft swelled fat along his thigh, foreskin bunching as it hardened, tip nudging the leg hole. Sweat beaded on his skin already, trickling down his thighs.
I stepped in, grounding him the way I’d been trained to, both arms spotting his feet. In the scramble, his butt brushed the top of my head, not forceful, and I felt something ever hotter land on my nose for just a fraction of time. We both froze for half a beat. Then he laughed, breathless and embarrassed:
“Okay. Yeah. Nope. I’m not there yet.”
“You’re fine,” I said quickly, keeping my voice steady, professional. “That’s exactly why we spot.”
He straightened, completely unfazed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Man, sorry. Almost took you down with me.”
I shook my head, smiling. “All part of the learning curve.”
And what a curve his ass had!
"One last time bro?" He asked, stretching his arms. "Thanks for letting me try this."
"Sure, go ahead."
He got on his palms yet again, more focused than ever. Still shaking, but lasting longer.
"You're doing good." I encouraged him, smelling his musk very close to my face. "Contract those glutes."
"Okay okay." he huffed, arms quivering now, veins popping along. "Feels like I'm gonna drop any second bro."
His cock hardened further, rigid as rock, the helmet poking insistent against the shorts, a wet spot blooming dark at the tip where pre oozed through. The stench thickened, sweat dripping from his balls, making my mouth water. This was so wrong but so sexy at the same time.
I braced him firmer, pulling his hips level, my face directly under his huge package. His balls hung low, heavy sacks brushing the air near my cheek, like pulsing with his heartbeat.
"I've got you, don't rush it okay?"
My hands slid up his sides, holding his hips tight, muscles flexing under my palms.
I could taste. Almost. My own dick aching hard in my pants.
Then it happened.
His balance tipped backward:
"Shit!"
He stumbled, body pitching down, and I couldn't catch him full.
His huge ballsack slammed.
Right.
Onto my face.
Salty.
A pungent, manly smell like locker room after a brutal workout, it all invaded my mental - and physical - space.
His jewels were crushing my mouth and nose through the thin shorts. The fabric dragged wet across my lips, musk exploding in my senses. I swear his nuts were like asking to be bathed right now, pulsing warm and full on my mouth, the impact jarring, intoxicating me deep.
My head began to spin in the haze of raw meat.
"Fuuuuck so sorry bro." But he didn't move immediatly. "Got you crushed."
This was too much.
This was the moment where the cock hungry slut in me truly woke up.
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