Follow my experience at my first yoga retreat, where I find unexpected experiences and pleasures
I arrived at the yoga retreat around 3pm, scouted out the facilities and look over the schedules. My parents had purchased this retreat package for me a few months back for my birthday and I couldn't have been more pleased. The retreat was all inclusive-plane ticket, room, meals, the yoga classes. They, being very fortunate in their finances, had also given me a thousand dollars spending money, which I hoped to save the majority for bills when I returned home. I had been practicing yoga for almost 10 years since I was 19, now at 29 was quite proficient in my practice. This place was a tropical paradise, the weather was perfect. I had left the snow behind me and was excited to experience the warmth and also experience my first retreat. I went to dinner around 7pm and noticed that 90% of the people there were women in their 30s and 40s, a few older guys, but no guys my age. I had hoped that perhaps I might meet a guy that I could have sex with as my choices were limited back home. But I decided to make the most out of it and enjoy the classes. I retired early as it had been a long day and I had signed up for all 4 classes tomorrow, which was a first come, first serve basis. Each class having a limit of 20 people, after that the only way to get in was a "no show" after the first 5 minutes, then the doors were locked and no one else could enter so the classes were not interrupted.
The next 3 days it rained most of the time, sun coming out occasionally, so much for paradise. All the class were full to capacity, and they were actually fun, even though I was disappointed that I probably would not get laid this trip. On day 4, I decided to sign up for just one class, hot yoga, a 90min. class, which would take a lot of energy. It was the last class for that day. At 4:30pm, I entered the class room and the temperature was hot! There were heaters all over the place, hot rocks steaming from water that had been poured over them, all windows were closed, felt like a sauna. I had purposely wore loose fitting yoga shorts and nothing else as I knew what to expect. I loved hot yoga and wasn't able to do it often because of the expense of the class due to the heating in a colder climate. I was greeted by a guy around my age, actually the first male instructor at this retreat. Jason introduced himself. He also was wearing nothing except shorts. We were of similar build. His physique was beautiful. He looked of Latino background. His hair was jet black, tied in a man bun, eyes also black. He was completely smooth except for his thick pit hair. God was I happy I decided to take this class. We talked for a few minutes, Jason then giving me a thick beach towel to put over my yoga mat to absorb the sweat that would soon come. He looked at the time, 4:40, no one else had come. Jason said he wasn't really surprised as the day was beautiful and the guests probably wanted to enjoy the day after 3 days of rain. He went to lock the door and said let's get to it. We practiced the usual moves for the first 45 mins, down dog, cow, cat, chair, cobra, etc. followed by a vinyasa flow that really got the sweat going. My towel was getting saturated at this point when Jason asked if I would like to do a partner yoga workout for the last half of the practice since it was just the two of us. Hell yes I would! He wanted to make sure I was fine with his sweat, as a lot of people did not like the close contact, I said no problem with a smile, he said great and we proceeded to do many poses that did involve close contact, feeling his sweaty body on mine. The second to last stretch was a forward fold. Our feet touching, our legs almost to a full split, the benefit of both of us being so flexible. We stretched forward both of us holding each other's forearms. My head came to rest on his Adonis belt, his pubes just barely showing. My lips could taste his sweat, feel his hairs. Even though I had been leaking the entire class, I started leaking precum much more profusely now. It was his turn to stretch towards me and I felt ànxious as I now had a full raging hardon that could not be hidden. His head also came to rest on my Adonis belt, right in the center of my treasure trail, he had to be aware of my erection as his chin hit the base of my penis, but he was quiet, saying nothing. We practiced this move for around 3 minutes, my erection traveling down my shorts, my precum lubricating my inner thigh, the head of my penis and the one side of my shorts totally wet. I felt I was about to cum when thankfully Jason decided to finish our last poise being tree poise. We got up and I felt the precum going down my leg, nothing I could do, hope Jason wouldn't notice. We started the tree poise, our legs coming up to our groin area to form the trunk, a perfect obtuse triangle formed between our legs. Jason wrapped his arms around my midsection, I copied his lead on every turn. Next his other arm and hand went over his head forming a branch via the arm, twigs and leaves via the fingers. Next Jason unwrapped my midsection and went straight up, our fingers wrapping together, our armpit hairs mingling, suggestive of a bird's nest, welcoming new birth. Jason told me to focus on my breathing, deep breathes through my nose, expelling the breath through the mouth. Each breath I smelt his masculinity through his intoxicating pits, my nose wanting to be that bird and rest in his nest. My penis emitting much more precum, now a steady stream down my left leg and dropping on the towel. We would turn our heads, opposite directions, meeting for the last turn with our eyes locked, me breathing hard, Jason telling me to try and control it. I was trying hard not to shake, but I could not gain an upper hand. His outer arm and hand came to the center to form a namaste greeting with mine. To end the session, Jason instructed me to lay down in corpse pose and he would give me a short 15 minute stretch and massage for all the muscles we just used. Before getting in corpse pose, I adjusted my hardon to the right side of my shorts to alleviate the dam of precum from overflowing down the one leg. I then complied with his instructions, happy to get an unexpected stretch and massage. Jason put out all the candles except two, was now much darker. He told me to close my eyes and relax, I felt his legs by my head, his hands starting to massage my head, shoulders, chest, pulling my pit hair for increased circulation, working down my stomach in a clockwise direction. Never had my stomach massaged before, found it very sensual. His sweat was dripping on my torso. I opened my eyes and saw his glistening torso, his pit hairs curled together because of his sweat. My penis pushed out more drops of precum, starting to make the head and my right thigh just as wet as my other side with its lube. Jason started massaging right below my bellybutton and said it seemed like my sacral chakra was tense. I asked him what that was and he said the sacral chakra was associated with pleasure, sensuality, sexuality and joy. My face grew red and I grew silent. I guess Jason was empathic and said nothing, except that he would massage a little longer there as he thought that would help ease any tension or anxiety I might be experiencing. He was massaging a few inches down from my bellybutton, right where my pubes were showing and that only added to my tension. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to feel him on top of me or vice versa, didn't really care who was doing the fucking, I just wanted to fuck. Jason massaging my sacral chakra created another small dam of precum on both thighs now and my shorts were now very sticky and very wet. I would have to clean up in the bathroom before heading back to my room as my leakage would be very noticeable. As a side note, I was blessed with being a huge leaker, it helped a lot during sex, especially when I had the chance to bareback a guy. I was on PrEP, and I loved sex without condoms, so my precum acted as a natural lube to get the guy ready to receive my load. Jason finished with the stomach area and said we would finish with the cobbler pose and he would stretch my thigh and groin area.
He went to my feet, positioned my soles together and pushed my feet towards my groin where he pressed lightly downward till both outer thighs touched the floor. He said he was impressed with my flexibility, but I started to tense when I felt the cooler air hit the head of my penis. I realized I had grown beyond what my shorts usually hid, but I was not normally in this position, where my shorts crept up my legs. Jason told me again to relax and close my eyes. I did as he instructed and put my hands behind my head, feeling the cooler air hitting my pits, trying not to think what Jason would soon discover on both of my thigh areas. He again pushed downward a few times then started massaging my feet which were between his knees, keeping my pose in strict form. He started working up my ankles, inching further up. He started doing Swedish strokes when he approached my inner thighs, then Jason stopped, I knew he had come across the two small dams of precum, I was so embarrassed. I opened my eyes to tell him I was so sorry and we could just end the massage, but quickly closed them as Jason started the massage again, his fingers and hands gliding effortlessly over my inner thighs thanks to the precum. His strokes were slow and deep, thoughtful it seemed. I felt his fingers getting closer to my groin, my cock bumping his hand, leaking precum on his forearm I was sure, while he massaged. He arrived at my outer pubes and encased my pubic region with his hands, gliding his strokes with the aid of my precum. His fingers were below the sacral chakra area he had been preciously massaging, definitely in my pubes, guessing right at the base of my penis. His thumbs touching the underside of my testicles. My breathing became labored, Jason telling me to take deep breaths. My whole body started to quiver, Jason still massaging with slow full strokes. I tried stopping my orgasm, but I was at a point of no return. With deep sighs, muffled groans, and my whole body trembling, my semen shot everywhere, including on Jason. My ejaculations were forceful and intense, shooting beyond the towel, onto the floor and also into my shorts. He massaged my thighs till my climax was no more. Jason got up, while I laid in sweat and cum, arms still over my head, gaining control of my breath. I saw Jason returning and stood up, wobbly, but extremely satisfied, cum now dripping from my shorts. I was embarrassed by the amount of cum escaping from my shorts and legs and started wiping with my towel. As Jason approached, he wrapped a new towel around me and whispered in my ear that I would need the new towel to cover up the tension released from my sacral chakra and to get back to my room. He hugged me and smiled, still dripping from sweat. He also handed me an envelope and said he hoped I would make use of the information inside.