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…

"Thanks!" He says gratefully, wiggling his bottom slightly as you step closer. You see that he's not wearing anything underneath the spandex, and the sight of him all bare-skinned makes it hard to focus on just helping him stretch. The bulge in his shorts is also very noticeable, pushing against the fabric aggressively. As you reach out to steady him, Paisley's back arches subtly into your touch, pressing his body even tighter against yours. His breath hitches softly as he gasps Aahhh...that feels so good!

Paisley continues to moan softly as you help him stretch. He leans further into you, grinding his hips against your hip and thigh. His breathing becomes more labored and he lets out a quiet whimper before adding, almost whispering, "You're making it...so much harder..."

His left hand finds its way to your upper arm, gripping you tighter as he uses your strength to push himself further. He arches his back even more, pressing the lower half of his body against yours, barely contained by their spandex-covered underwear. "Ohhh...God..." he breathes out, voice shaky and desperate.

With a squeak, Paisley tilts his head back in surprise as you push him over and get on top of him. His hands go limp at his sides, but his gaze stays locked on your face as he gasps for air. "I...I wasn't sure," he manages to say between short breaths, a blush creeping up his neck and staining his cheeks. As you pin him down, his body trembles with desire, need and confusion. the bulge in his shorts grows more noticeable. "But now that you're here..." he whispers huskily, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

As you lower yourself onto his bulge, he lets out a quiet moan, arching his hips up into you as much as he can. With a grin, he looks down at the growing wet spot on his shorts and then back up to meet your gaze. "I guess you're really gonna make me pay for that now," he teases, enjoying the feeling of your weight on him but knowing that it means things are about to get even more intense.

The second his shorts are pulled down, Paisley lets out a sharp gasp as cool air hits his sensitive skin. He reaches up to tug at your mask, trying to pull you down for a kiss as he says huskily, "That's better..." His hips lift and fall restlessly underneath you, searching for any contact that will help him climax.

A shudder runs through Paisley's body as you place your lips softly on the tip of his exposed member. It feels so good; he can barely contain himself any longer. His hips arch off the floor and into you, trying to press deeper against your mouth and hands. He gasps and moans into your mask, writhing beneath you as if possessed by desire.

His breathing grows ragged and his back arches tighter, offering more of himself to you with every movement. His testicles draw up tightly against his body in anticipation, throbbing painfully underneath the thin layer of spandex still covering them. As you continue your ministrations, Paisley's pleasure intensifies, overwhelming him until he can no longer resist the climax that's building inside him.

As you stop just short of giving him the release he craves, Paisley lets out a choked moan and writhes beneath you even more desperately. His hands grab at your arms, digging his nails in as he tries to hold on, but the pleasure is too much for him to handle. "Please," he gasps between ragged breaths, arching his back further and thrusting his hips upward into your touch. "I can't..."

His words are cut off by a sharp gasp as you finally allow him to climax, but only after teasing it out of him for what feels like an eternity. His whole body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure wash over him, and with each spurt, hot cum shoots across the stretching room, landing on his chest and belly, leaving telltale stains on his skin. Even when the initial release subs

As you begin to lap at the cum on his skin, Paisley moans loudly, arching his back even further as pleasure shoots through him once more. His hips continue to thrust and writhe beneath you, searching for any sensation that will push him closer to another orgasm. "Oh my God," he breathes out shakily, sweat beading on his brow and upper lip.

His testicles ache with the need to cum again; they're so swollen and sensitive from all the attention you've given them today. With every lick and caress, Paisley feels like he's closer and closer to losing control entirely. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, digging his fingers into your shoulders as he tries to anchor himself in place.

He is so close...so achingly, desperately close...but he doesn't want you to stop anytime soon.

As you stand up and begin to pull your own pants down, revealing the hard bulge beneath, Paisley's gaze darts between your face and the growing erection in your underwear. His lips part in anticipation of what's to come as you lower yourself back onto him. "Fuck," he whispers roughly, arching his hips into yours as if trying to get a better view or feel for what's happening.

His breath comes fast and shallow now, his body tense with desire and the need for release. With your own need becoming more apparent, Paisley feels a thrill run through him; the thought of being the cause of another person's orgasm is enough to send shivers down his spine. His fingers clutch at your shoulders as he hangs onto you for dear life, wanting this moment to last forever.

The feel of you lowering yourself onto his erect cock is almost too much for him; he gasps and arches his back into the touch, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible. His hips rise and fall in time with your movements, seeking friction and contact wherever it can be found. With each thrust, he feels himself getting closer to the edge, but he doesn't want this to end anytime soon. He wants to enjoy every moment of your attention, every moan and gasp that escapes your lips as you take him deeper and harder.

His fingers dig into your back, urging you on even faster, desperate for the release that only comes from being with someone else. His breath comes in ragged gasps as his body trembles beneath yours, primed and ready to explode.

He feels you tensing beneath him, your hips beginning to buck and shift in a way that sends shockwaves through his body. "Cum for me," he whispers hoarsely, nipples hardening as they brush against your skin. His own release is so close now; the ache between his legs has become almost unbearable.

With a sharp cry, Paisley thrusts up into you one last time and explodes, hot cum shooting across both of their stomachs in thick, white strands. He moans loudly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, his entire body trembling from the intensity of it all. His hips continue to jerk and twist even as his vision blurs with the aftereffects of orgasm.

Still panting heavily, Paisley watches as you roll over onto your stomach. He grins back at you, admiring the mess between your legs and the way your skin glistens with sweat in the fluorescent lighting of the gym. "Getting a little too handsy there, weren't you?" he teases, voice still rough from exertion. His fingers twitch, wanting to reach out and touch you again, but instead he settles for resting his hand on your hip, feeling the heat radiating off of your skin even through the gym shorts.

The sight of you so spent, so openly sexual after everything you've done...it only serves to fuel his own desire, making him hard once more beneath the thin layer of sweat-soaked spandex. His breath hitches and his heart races as he considers what might happen next between them.

A slow, sinister grin spreads across Paisley's lips as he listens to you utter that single word. He knows exactly what it means and he can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation run through him at the thought of giving you exactly what you want...and then some. With a quiet chuckle, he rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches you carefully, curiosity and lust mixing in his gaze.

His free hand drifts lower, finding its way to the hem of your gym shorts before sliding slowly underneath, warm fingers curling against the soft skin of your upper thigh. He glances up at you through his lashes, waiting for any sign that this is too much, but when he sees only excitement in your eyes, he pushes further, slipping a finger beneath the elastic of your underwear and finally

Paisley leans closer to you, his mouth close enough to feel the warmth of your breath on his skin as he watches your reaction to his touch. Your moan of pleasure sends a shiver down his spine and he pushes deeper still, sliding a finger against your entrance until it brushes against something hot and wet. He pauses for a moment, savoring the feel of you so close but not quite there yet, before slowly beginning to circle his fingertip around that tight little bud of nerves.

His other hand slides up beneath your tank top, fingers dancing across your sensitive skin as he continues to tease and torment you with the promise of more. Paisley knows just how to push you over the edge, how to make you beg for his touch. And the longer you wait, the harder it's going to be for either of you to resist.

Paisley gives you a wicked grin and pushes his finger deeper inside, moving faster now as he finally penetrates you with one long stroke. His other hand presses harder against your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top, eliciting another moan from you. "You're so wet," he whispers hoarsely, voice roughened by desire. "It feels so good."

With his finger still buried inside you, Paisley leans in close, their breath mingling as he kisses along your jaw and neck. His other hand slides lower, finding its way beneath the waistband of your shorts to stroke at your bare skin before finally dipping lower, slipping a single finger between your legs once more.

Paisley groans and rolls onto his back, spreading his legs wide as he watches you hungrily. "You're insatiable," he pants, reaching down to tug at the waistband of his spandex before yanking them down to reveal his hardened length. His hand fumbles briefly with his boxers before finally freeing his erection, and he quickly positions himself between your legs, guiding himself toward you in one smooth motion. The head of his cock presses against your entrance, and he leans forward, bracing himself on shaking arms as he pushes inside.

Your tight heat squeezes around him, almost too much to bear as he slides all the way home. With a harsh exhale, Paisley stills, taking in the feeling of being so deep inside you for the first time. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your

Paisley lets out a low groan and thrusts harder, obeying your demand for rougher sex. He lifts his upper body off the ground, giving him leverage as he slams into you again and again, relishing the feel of your skin slapping against his own. His cock seems impossibly long inside you, filling you up completely with each stroke. His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling roughly at your skin with each movement as he takes what he wants from you without mercy.

With every thrust, heat and desire consume him, building to a fever pitch deep in his core. His breath comes ragged and uneven now, panting through parted lips that are only inches away from yours. He can't seem to get close enough; their bodies moving in perfect unison as they both race towards the edge of sanity.

The feeling of you almost there sends him over the edge; Paisley can barely hold back anymore. With a growl that's equal parts lust and frustration, he digs his fingers into your hips harder as he pumps faster and deeper inside you, desperate to feel you come undone beneath him. His own orgasm builds and swells, coiling tightly in his belly, threatening to rip through him with the force of a thousand suns. The thought of emptying himself into you is enough to drive him wild; he can feel it coming, feel the power surging through every vein and artery as his body readies itself for release.

His hips snap forward, driving even deeper into your heat as hot cum explodes from his cock in thick, white ropes that coat your insides. With a cry of pleasure-pain, he continues to thrust roughly as his orgasm claims

Paisley's whole body tenses as he feels the last drops of cum pulse out of him and into you. His hips tremble violently, fighting to recover from the intensity of his climax even as he collapses forward, panting heavily onto your chest. His fingers slip easily from your skin as weakness overtakes him, leaving him boneless and limp on top of you.

It takes several long moments for his heartrate to slow back down to something resembling normalcy, but when it does he feels a shiver run through him at the memory of how incredible that felt. Gently, he rolls off to the side, allowing your bodies to cool and breathe once more. His gaze lingers on you for a moment before drifting away, taking in the gym around them.

As his breathing finally steadies and he finds himself able to speak again, he