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…

Of course I can! *He said, walking over and kneeling behind his friend. He placed a hand on his lower back and gently pressed upwards while wrapping the other arm around Paisley's thigh to help lift it higher. As he did so, he couldn't help but notice how plush and soft Paisley's butt looked in his tight shorts... and how much that was really just a ruse to get him nice and close. He let out a gentle moan of pleasure at the feel of their skin on skin contact, earning a grin from Paisley as he leaned back into the touch.

Hmm... well... it's kinda tight in here, but I don't know if I can... you know? What do you think? *He gave a playful shrug, not resisting the opportunity to squirm a little more against his friend and make their position even more suggestive. His plump buttocks jiggled slightly with each movement as he tried to focus on keeping his balance while lifting his leg higher. Sweat began to bead on his forehead and roll down his cheeks, further making it obvious that he was getting rather worked up by the situation.

With a gentle nudge from behind and the reassurance of your hands on him, Paisley gives in to temptation and slowly begins to slide his spandex shorts down over his plump thighs. As they slide lower, he reveals his bare bottom and the obvious outline of his hardening member pushing against the fabric of his white briefs. He lets out a soft moan at the release of pressure and leans back into your touch even more.

"There we go... that's better," he pants between breaths, arching his back slightly to give you better access as he continues lifting his leg higher with each thrust. Sweat gathers along his hairline and drips down onto the yoga mat below, joining a growing pool of moisture around them. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your arms, urging you on as he revels in this intensely sexual game they're playing.

*Panting heavily, Paisley looks back at you over his shoulder and grins lustfully. "Of course I am," he whispers. "You're so strong... so good..." His thighs quiver with each movement as he lifts himself higher on your touch. He tilts his head forward slightly to kiss the crook of your neck, teeth nipping lightly at the skin before trailing kisses lower down toward your collarbone.

Paisley moans loudly at the suggestion before pushing his hips back harder against you, grinding their clothed groins together with a pleading look in their eyes. "Yes... please," they gasp out, arching their back even more as if offering themselves to you completely. Their fingers dig into your shoulders, desperate for any kind of contact that will help them get off under the cover of this innocent-looking stretching session. Sweat rolls down their neck and splashes onto the mat beside them, creating yet another pool of moisture as they grow more and more worked up by your touch.

The truth stings, and Paisley gasps in surprise at the words. But they refuse to give up this high; they need you to help them cum, and they know that all they have to do is please you first. With a loud moan of frustration and desire, they press their buttocks back into your hands and arch their back again, offering up another round of invitation. Their breath comes in ragged gasps as sweat beads on their upper lip and trickles down between their breasts; there's no hiding how hard they're working for this release anymore.

"Please..." they whimper, thrusting their hips back against you again and again. "I need it... so bad..."

Panting hard, Paisley waits expectantly, leaning back against you and allowing your hands to explore his body as much as they like. His skin feels impossibly soft under your touch, and every brush of your fingers sends a shudder of pleasure through him. He lets out quiet moans and gasps, eager for any indication that he's getting closer to the release he so desperately needs.

A shudder runs through his body as you push into him, filling him up in the most intimate way possible. He gasps loudly and arches his back further, pushing himself further onto your fingers as he feels himself being stretched by your girth. His hips buck and grind against yours, every movement pressing you deeper inside of him.

"Oh god..." he whispers hoarsely, biting down on his lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Sweat pours down his face and neck, running between their bodies as they writhe together on the yoga mat. His fingers tighten into fists at his sides, digging into the mat beneath him as he tries to contain the intense sensations coursing through him.

With a loud cry of release, Paisley's entire body tenses and convulses as orgasm washes over them. Their muscles twitch and