Chris was a student at the city art school, and often frequented a café to do some studying. He was studying some art history notes one day, when he decided to take a little break and check out the community bulletin board.
It was mostly boring stuff. Flyers for real estate agents, pet-sitters, a notice for a city council meeting. Then he spotted a flyer for a yoga studio, advertising their class schedule, and featuring a photo of an absurdly attractive brown guy doing a yoga pose.
He was dressed in a loose-fitting tank top, and soft, baggy pants. Gorgeous face, great beard, surprisingly muscular. Not what you would think of as the typical build for a yoga enthusiast. He had all the things. Chris thought it was probably a stock photo. But the advertisement worked on him, and he decided he would attend the beginner class that weekend.
A few days later, Chris arrived at the yoga studio, all ready to get stretched out. He was wearing his favorite little yellow shorts, and blue tank top. Feelin' cute.
After setting up his mat in an open space between a few of the other students, the instructor walked in. It was the hot dude from the flyer! But unlike his photo, he was wearing some very tight, form-fitting, yoga pants, that showed off every bit of what he had to offer. And there was a lot there. It was practically obscene.
Chris managed to suppress his jaw falling open, but couldn't help his eyes widening. How was he supposed to focus and clear his mind with the instructor flaunting his sizable equipment around like that??
He told himself to calm down. It's just anatomy. The dude can't help it if he's sporting a police baton between his legs. He probably could try to conceal it a little better though.
Okay, deep breath...
The instructor introduced himself as Aadrik. He greeted a few of the students in the room by name. And he welcomed Chris and the other newbies with a nod, and smile of acknowledgment. Did his gaze linger on Chris for a moment? Surely he imagined it.
As the class continued, Chris was getting the impression that he wasn't the only one who was a little distracted by their teacher. But everyone seemed to be pretending like they hadn't noticed the proverbial elephant in the room. And Chris was mostly successful in doing the same. That is, until some time near the end of the class.
They were all lying on their backs, being instructed to point one leg straight up in the air, while bending the other one, foot flat to the floor. Chris was struggling a bit with keeping his outstretched leg straight, but Aadrik was walking around the room to give assistance to anyone who needed it. He stopped by Chris's outstretched leg, and asked if it was okay for him to assist him in getting a deeper stretch. Chris felt his face get a little hotter, but nodded, trying to maintain his gaze directly up at the ceiling rather than look at what he really wanted to.
Aadrik grasped Chris's ankle with his left hand, and put the other on his knee joint, gently guiding his leg a little further into the stretch. After a moment, Chris felt something soft push into the back of his leg and hold there for a moment. !!! Was that his freaking package being pushed up against the back of his calf??? He couldn't help his eyes flicking down towards the sensation, and sure enough that's what it looked like! He was suddenly way too aware of how small his pair of yellow shorts was, and was now regretting wearing them.
But before he knew it, Aadrik broke contact, cleared his throat, and seemed to step away a bit quicker than he had been moving before.
What the hell just happened?? Chris's body temperature felt like it had gone up about 10 degrees. By some sheer force of will, he was able to contain his arousal. He wasn't sure he would be able to come to this class again.
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