[SS-030] Yoga

[YOGA]

Tim had a bit of a problem controlling his temper. It disrupted his work and relationships. He would lash out at his colleagues even at the littlest of mistakes and challenges at his job. He would bring his stress at home and would often argue with his wife even about the most outlandish issues. Usually, he would convert his negative energies to physical exertion by pumping iron. But lately, working out was not enough to sweat out his anger.

His boss and loved ones was able to convince him to see a counsellor who specialized in anger management. After a few sessions, the counsellor suggested that Tim needed relaxing activities to quell his anger, and suggested a yoga center where he could start.

The following weekend, Tim went to the yoga center. He found that there were fifteen other men there, including his counsellor. The men all seemed to be in tip-top shape like him. He also noticed that the group of yogis were already well bonded with each other, based on how close they interacted with each other.

A man entered the yoga room and everybody hushed. Tim felt the air warm up as the muscular man wearing a very skimpy brief made of white flimsy material. His eyes were glued at the bulging manhood that was constrained in the pouch.

Without a word, the man stood in front and started doing his stretching exercises. All the other men inside followed his moves. Not wanting to look like an odd ball in the group, Tim followed the positions.

The room got even dimmer and warmer as the exercise continued. All of them were already sweating. After thirty minutes, all the followers took their clothes off, folded each item and continued their moves while wearing the same material as their teacher. Still no words was uttered, and no one was interacting with anyone. It was as if each person was too focused with their respective bodies to care. 

Tim started peeling off his clothes. And this was not because he was only trying to conform, but because of a desire to get naked which suddenly burst inside him. He did feel relaxed as the program went along. But the sight and the feeling of all the hot guys around him started to arouse him. As soon as he was left with only his standard black briefs, he started copying the moves perfectly, as if he was already doing yoga for years.

Tim stared at the body of the yoga instructor. He gazed at all the curves that shaped his muscles and the beads of sweat running through each. 

When they finally got into the final standing position, the instructor removed his briefs releasing his large erected cock. He pointed at Tim and beckoned him to come in front.

Like a robot, Tim mindlessly walked in front. All other eyes were looking at him. As soon as they stood face to face, Tim felt the urge to remove his briefs. After pulling Tim’s underwear down, the instructor held him by the waist and carried him like a puppet.

Instinctively, Time wrapped his legs around the yoga master. Slick with sweat, the instructor’s cock slid easily into his hole.

Tim wanted to moan in response to the overwhelming feeling brought about the hard tool pressing his prostate, but he succumbed to the pleasure in silence. After all, he just wanted to conform with the other yogis, who were busy quietly fucking each other as well.