🌳 Peaceful Garden

The nudist commune encamped on a beautiful island, with white sand beaches and clear blue waters. It was specifically created to stretch the bodies and minds to new limits in order to achieve the most flexibility and bendiness possible through yoga.

Everyone practiced day and night, and the results were truly amazing. Not only were they able to contort their bodies into unbelievable positions, but they could also do it with ease and grace.

The yoga camp consisted of many houses, large and small, that were nestled in the jungle refined into a large garden full of genetically modified fruits and vegetables. They were extremely nutritious and the plants grew at an alarming rate, so there was always an abundance of food.

The commune members were healthy and fit, lived and worked together in harmony with nature. They enjoyed spending their days practicing yoga, meditating, working in the garden and eating healthy food. The commune was self-sufficient, and the residents were happy and content.

On a terrace of one of the houses, a young woman named Aurora was holding her son in her lap in a tight backfold, pushing his thighs down, trying to get his head and shoulders as far as possible through his own legs, while he was holding onto her neck, enjoying his face buried into her soft bare breasts and his buttocks squishing against his own back.

"I love being flexible!" Leslie smiled after she finally released him and let him catch a breath.

His mom brushed his golden hair with her palm, fixing it back into a nice shape after the training.

"I know you do, sweetie," his mom said. "But can you please go pick some mangos in the garden for us?"

"Sure, mom! I'll be back in a jiffy!" he nodded eagerly.

The garden was always a peaceful place for the flexible boy. He loved going there to pick fruits and vegetables for his mother. But today, something was different. As he walked through the garden, he heard strange noises coming from behind the bushes.

Curious, he walked closer and peered through the foliage. What he saw made his heart race. Instead of finding innocent fruits, he found two horny boys sucking each other's cocks and playing with each other's bodies. The sight of them gave the flexible boy a huge arousal.

He quickly ducked behind a fence and watched as the other boys played with each other's bodies, their smooth skin glistening in the sun. He felt his own body respond and his cock grew so hard he could feel the tension of the foreskin stretched by the fully grown meat, throbbing to the rhythm of his heart beats.

He kept watching them for a moment, mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the scene. Then, before he could think better of it, he reached down and took his cock in his mouth, while holding on the hard wooden fence for support. He sucked on it eagerly, imagining himself as one of the boys. They were so beautiful, their bodies so perfect. He wished he could join them, but he had to get back soon.

Without him realizing, his body had gradually stretched into an unbelievable shape while his mind was in another world from the excitement. Must be the tension in some muscles and extreme relaxation in others, but his shoulders twisted to the extremes against the fence and his body folded up like an accordion.

His lower spine folded in half backwards and squished against his own buttocks, while his upper torso curled forward so much that his chin buried into his own pelvis. His lips now moved back and forth along the glistening shaft of his thick cock, reaching its very base while its head buried deep in his throat.

His body could barely sustain the pleasures he suddenly discovered, so he came quickly and only then realized the amazing position he was holding himself in. He held it for a minute longer, in awe of how much every part of his body was stretched, so much that the lower half almost felt like it belonged to another boy, his lovely half-flaccid cock right in front of Leslie's face.

Everything took only about three minutes, he quickly picked a couple of mangos and ran home. When he got home, he told his mother what he had seen and how it had inspired him to get into a really extreme pose he didn't know he could do.

"You just dreamed it up, honey," she pat him on the head. "Nobody could do such a pose."

"No, I swear I could do it, look!"

But no matter how hard he tried to doublefold himself, he was only so close yet so far. However, since that day, the peaceful selfsuck in the garden was put on his everyday yoga schedule, along with many other exciting things, and every time he stretched himself really hard to be able to do it again one day.