"Next up, is a pike plank! Everyone move to the front of your carriage, like Erik over there! And we're here for 60 seconds!" Shouted Allan, as he threw a wink in my direction. I could feel my abs burn with each contraction of the machine and my abs. I could smell the sweat puddling on the hard, black top of the reformer machine. And the puddle only grew as the class powered on. And it was over. The pulsing reds were replaced with electric blue lights emitting a monotonous buzz, audible only in my subconsciousness.
"I am going to give you a sanitary high-five! Maybe two. Wipe down the machines and it will be awesome if y'all can put all the straps back. Take your time to stretch, this is the last class of the day. Good job, Erik, killing it as usual!" Allan drawled, gave me a fist bump, and then another wink. I returned with a smile -- or what I hoped was a smile anyway. My fingertips reached out completely towards the end of the carriage as I felt the tension in my back slowly ebb away, while the fire in my core dwindled down to embers.
I know he is straight. There is no way he is gay. And I am. 50-50, one of the two guys in a Pilates studio otherwise filled with women clad in bare-all lululemon tights and tops. Oh, and the occasional Alo Yoga fan. And I am there in my ratty workout tank and flowy running shorts.
"Bye Allan, see you next week!" I shouted as I stepped out onto the streets of New York and the cacophony of horns rose up like a wall around me. So much for the hour of respite. I pulled out my phone as I walked towards the 14th Street Union Square subway station.
"Free tonight?"
"Depends on what's on offer..."
"Slut. DoubleTree by Hilton, 36th/8th at 10?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good boy."
I smirked as I slid my phone into my coat pocket as it billowed out behind with a wintry gust tunneling down Broadway. Tyler. He was a great lover -- slightly older than the type I usually go for but always able to get me begging and tingling all over from his incessant teasing. My cock jumped in anticipation.
"Shh. Don't move, don't look."
Tyler's hands gently pushed my face away as he fixed the blindfold over my eyes. There was that slight shiver. Half of the game is anticipation. I was spread-eagle on the bed, stark naked. And so was he. My head was resting on my right shoulder. I felt his knees spread my legs wide open as he crouched over me. My senses were in hyper-drive already and we had barely begun. I could sense his presence over my neck.
I jumped as his tongue made contact with my neck. But my hands were restrained by his. They came from nowhere. I felt his weight suddenly on my palms as he pressed me down deeper onto the bed.
"Don't move." And his weight left my palms just like that. But the assault had just begun. And my cock swelled even more.
His long, slender fingers slid down my throat, along my collarbone and traced patterns on my pecs before zeroing in on my nipples already at attention. His mouth laid gentle kisses on my neck as he played with my nipples, while I tried to stay as still as possible. It was mission impossible. He continued to blow and lay air kisses all over my body as he made his way down. Those little puffs of air skimming just right above my skin, teasing and pushing. It was a sensory assault of the highest level as every inch of my skin tingled and I ached with frustration. Keeping myself still was the hardest challenge of them all. I knew what my punishment would have been if I had disobeyed. There will be collateral damage as he denied what I wanted the most.
My little cries and whimpers of frustration seemed to turn him on even further as he stretched out the torture. This session has been the longest yet, and the end is nowhere in sight as he repeated the pilgrimage along my pecs and abs.
He moved to my inner thigh, the base of my cock and balls nuzzling up against his five-o-clock shadow. I could not see him but I could picture the scene. I am not sure which is worse, not seeing or just picturing. That friction and slight roughness brought the experience to a whole new level. The sadistic bastard had to know.
"Tyler, please."
"All in good time, baby boy. You are so hot and gorgeous, I can't stop." He trailed his fingers. I could see him in my mind's eye. He would be lying prone between my legs, his fingers trailing up and down my thighs, my cock barely inches from his face.
And then he swallowed. He engulfed my cock entirely in his mouth without any warning, I could feel the back of his throat. I groaned as I stretched out my arms towards him. He let go of my cock with a pop.
"Don't move or else."
The latent threat was evident. And I backed down, as he commanded. I could feel my palms curling into fists, my toes pointed as my whole body tingled and sizzled with his expert ministrations. His tongue slid around my balls as they traveled lower towards my hairless crack. He homed in on the exact spot and prized me open. All the while fingers still playing with my abs, thighs, and balls. My back had arched off the bed as his fingers gently pushed my lower half deeper down. His fingers left my body and I could hear the pop of a bottle of lube. I trembled in anticipation of the cool liquid that would soon give me what I had always wanted.
