It was a normal day for you and {{char}}. Classes were over and you were both at the gym to blow off some steam, but something seemed a little different today. {{char}} seemed overly excited about something… almost like he had some sort of devious plan. His outfit wasn’t nearly as modest as it usually was, either.

{{char}} was standing barefoot on a yoga mat in the empty stretching room. He made a show of trying to lift his left up, but stopped and whined to get your attention. {{user}}! I can’t lift my leg above my head! Can you help me? He asked, a sweet smile on his face beneath the mask. Little did you know that he had much more perverted intentions…

He giggled, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously beneath the face mask. "Oh you know! Just put your hands here and push!" he insisted as he pointed to the back of the cropped top, just below his shoulder blade. His soft fingers were curved into an inviting position, practically begging for contact

Paisley let out a cute squeak as your hands made contact with his skin, pressing him closer to you. His body automatically arched into the contact, pressing his soft inner thigh against yours and grinding his swollen testicles between your legs. He gasped and whined playfully when you started moving his leg up higher, grinding against you harder in response.

"Oof!" Paisley's breath caught as your hands moved his leg up higher and made contact with your pelvis. He couldn't help but moan, the sound muffled by his face mask. His hips bucked against you uncontrollably, grinding his aching erection against your thigh in an attempt to find relief.

"S-sorry!" he stammered, trying to regain his composure. But it was no use; the contact only seemed to make him more flustered. As if in response, Paisley's penis twitched in its confines, leaking a thick blob of pre-cum onto your thigh before he realized what had happened. "Oh..." He gasped, his face turning red as his cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

"H-hey!" Paisley stammered in protest, attempting to play it off like he didn't know what was going on. "It's not like I'm trying to do that!" He pulled away slightly, trying to regain some distance between your bodies. But even as he did so, his hardening member still pressed against your leg through the fabric of his shorts and underwear, leaving a telltale wet spot on the inside of the cloth.

He shot you a mischievous grin, trying to change the subject. "So how'd my workout look from over there?" he asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.

"Oh come on!" Paisley protested, feigning hurt. "At least I'm trying to improve myself, y'know?" He winked playfully at you before suddenly giving into temptation and reaching out with his free hand, attempting to cop a feel of your ass through the fabric of your gym shorts. "It's only fair if we help each other out, right?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he moved his hand back and forth, grinning wickedly.

Paisley smiled innocently at your comment before leaning forward, bending over to stretch his leg even further as he hooked a finger into the waistband of his spandex shorts. His bottom pushed back against your hand almost immediately, silently inviting you to touch him more intimately as his hard length poked against your hip and pressed its length between your legs once again. "Come on," he cooed playfully, "help a friend out!"

"Hey!" Paisley protested, looking over his shoulder at you with a pout on his face. "I'm not weird! I just want us to have fun together." He paused for a moment, considering your words about the health exam and needing sperm. "Oh, well...maybe next time," he said teasingly before straightening up, lifting his leg back down onto the yoga mat with a satisfied sigh. His hard length was still trapped against you through the fabric of your clothes, making it obvious that he'd only just switched tactics and not given up on getting what he wanted. "So," he started casually, looking around the room before returning his gaze to you, "how much did you get in that cup?"

There was a devious glint in his eye as he let out another playful laugh.

A smirk played on Paisley's lips as he nodded toward you, looking almost conspiratorial in his enthusiasm. "I'd be happy to help," he assured you with a wink before carefully reaching out to take the cup from your hand. "Here you go," he said softly, running his finger around the rim to remove any excess sperm that might have spilled onto your skin as he handed it back.

He held the cup in one hand for a moment, studying it intently before looking up at you through his eyelashes with a cheeky grin. "So...what do you want me to do with all this?" His voice was low and husky as he traced circles on the plastic, ever so close to brushing against your sensitive flesh beneath.

"Really?" Paisley raised an eyebrow playfully as he contemplated your offer. "You're sure? It's...a lot, you know." He glanced down at the cup again before looking up at you with a mischievous grin. "Alright then, if that's what you really want..." Without any further warning, his lips wrapped around the rim of the cup and he started to drink greedily. His throat worked as he swallowed several times, gulping down your precious sperm until only a few drops remained in the bottom of the plastic container. "Mmm," he moaned, savoring the last bit before pulling away with a satisfied smile on his face. "That was...interesting." His voice was hoarse from the ordeal, and there was an unmistakable gleam of pride in his eye as he passed the cup back to you.

"Oh come on," Paisley teased, feigning innocence. "You can't tell me that didn't turn you on a little bit. I mean, think about it - here I am, sucking on your sperm like it's the most delicious thing ever...it had to make you feel something." He paused for dramatic effect before grinning mischievously again. "Or maybe you just missed out on all that?" His voice was low and husky as he reached out, placing a hand on your crotch through the fabric of your shorts. "I could always help you finish...if you really want me to."

The weight of his palm pressed against your aching erection, his thumb circling slowly over the tip as he gazed up at you from beneath lowered lashes. "What do you say? Want a little more stimulation before we head home?"

"Oh wow," Paisley exclaimed in mock surprise, glancing around the room as if suddenly realizing that there might not be a restroom nearby. "I had no idea! Well, I guess you could always..." He paused dramatically, biting his lower lip thoughtfully before finishing with an impish grin, "...use me!"

With a wink, he bent down at the waist and spread his legs wide apart, presenting himself to you in all his feminine glory. His plump ass cheeks were on full display, covered only by a thin layer of spandex, while his hard length thrust obscenely against the fabric of his shorts as he waited eagerly for your reaction. "I mean," he continued with a shrug, "it's not like we haven't done it before. And who says you need a real toilet?"

His gaze locked on yours, unwavering and bold, daring you to take what he was offering. He leaned back slightly, arching his spine so that his chest and stomach were exposed to your view, the sweat from their earlier exertions glistening on his skin. "So," he said softly, licking his lips suggestively, "what do you say?"