Grayson was feeling particularly brave that day; brave enough to don his skin-tight yoga pants, the ones that showed that he certainly didn’t have a bulge in his undies (and the ones he’d worn were the ones that hugged his ass so perfectly that the lines were invisible through the tight pants) as his looser-fitting shirt rode up while he went through his normal yoga routine at the gym. He had joined the women’s class if only because guys always seemed to ogle them as they passed the yoga room window, and he, craver of attention that he was, wanted some of that action for himself. Lithe and flexible, the nineteen-year-old was clearly showing off as he pushed up into a downward-facing dog, his pert ass high in the air and supple thighs stretched taut.