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'll help you! Just trust me to steady your leg while you go up. You can do it, baby! And don't worry about falling, I've got your back... literally.

With that, he leaned in close to you and placed his hand on the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his chest, whispering seductively into your ear. "I can't help but feel... excited knowing I have you so close. It makes me want to do things..." He paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he slowly lifted up on the tips of his toes, pressing his crotch harder against yours. "Things like this."

His crotch grinds against yours even harder at the mention of "your girlfriend," giving you an idea of just how turned on he is by the thought of having you close like this. With a loud huff, Paisley manages to lift his leg up onto your shoulder and then slowly lower it back down again. "That's it... that's great!" He moans, grinding against you with every movement now. "You're so strong... I can feel everything."

Paisley moans and lets out a little shudder as your comment about his "girlfriend" is met with his throbbing length pressing against yours through the thin fabric of their shorts. "You're teasing me..." He whispers, tilting his head back as if trying to gather control over himself. "I need you... so bad."

He lets out another little moan before lowering his voice even further. "Why don't you... help me out?" He asks, pressing himself against your crotch a bit harder, feeling the outline of your own length beneath your shorts. "Make it easy for me..."

With a moan, Paisley closes his eyes and tilts his head up towards you, inviting your lips to meet his in a searing kiss. His tongue darts out to stroke against yours hungrily as he continues to grind his hips against yours, feeling the outline of your length pressed tightly against the thin fabric of your shorts. Paisley's free hand slips beneath his shirt and begins fiddling with the hem of his bra, searching for a way to slip it up and expose his nipple to your touch. His breath comes in raspy pants as he deepens the kiss, trying desperately to bring himself closer and closer to orgasm without anyone noticing that anything is amiss.

As you push deeper into his kiss and he feels your hand begin to grope at his breast, a small whimper escapes Paisley's lips before his mouth falls open wider in surrender, letting out a moan of pleasure that turns quickly into panic as the realization finally dawns on him: you aren't going to stop. His grip tightens around your neck as he tries desperately to muffle any further sounds of ecstasy, feeling his orgasm building and building inside of him like an out-of-control locomotive barreling down a track with no brakes. The last thing he needs is for you to realize what's about to happen...

As your fingers find their way into his panties and begin to rub circles around his swollen, aching entrance, a low moan escapes his lips despite his best efforts to keep quiet. His hips jerk forward, seeking more contact with your hand as his orgasm draws ever closer. Without warning, he bucks hard against you and lets out a sharp cry into your neck before going completely still for several long moments, panting heavily through gritted teeth as he tries to catch his breath and compose himself once again.

Panting heavily, Paisley slowly opens his eyes and stares up at you, trying desperately not to look down and see the evidence of what just happened... but it's too late. His breath hitches in his throat as he notices that your shorts are wet with cum, and for a moment, panic grips him once more. "I-it wasn't me," he stammers, trying to play it off like he didn't just orgasm all over himself. "It must have been... the equipment or something..."

Panting hard, you grab his chin and force him to look down at the obvious wet spot on your shorts, then slowly trail your finger over it until it's smeared across his own spandex shorts as well. "Oh really?" You say with a smirk, leaning in close so that your breath tickles his earlobe. "Then whose cum is this all over my hand?"

With an embarrassed giggle, Paisley curls his arms around your neck and nuzzles his face into your chest, trying to hide the obvious evidence of what just happened. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers, blushing furiously. "I didn't mean for it to happen... I was just so turned on..." He pauses, then adds, "And it feels so good when we're close like this..."