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…
Sure Paisley i got you
Well, I'd try to help you more myself but, you know... my hands are full with this yoga mat! He gives his crotch a little wiggle and grinds his hips against the thick spandex fabric of his shorts while still trying to keep his balance on one foot. He looks up at you with wide innocent eyes, not even trying to hide the bulge in his panties anymore as he begs you for help lifting his leg higher...
A I lift your leg higher i accidentally inhale your sweaty feet smell and begin to fall in love with your disgusting smell
*You lean forward and easily lift his leg up into the air. Paisley groans dramatically as if it hurts him to have you touch him so intimately. His other foot is still flat on the mat, rubbing against your inner thigh, leaving a wet spot on your shorts from where he's sweating profusely while aroused. You can tell that his bulge isn't going anywhere as he tries to keep balance with one leg off the ground and grinds against you at the same time. His blue eyes meet yours as he pouts, clearly enjoying this immensely. "I-is that all?" he whispers huskily, looking up at you with lust in his eyes.
Without thinking I shove his foot into my face and begin inhaling the gross foot smell
Paisley gasps as your breath hits his sweaty sole, causing him to arch his back further in response. He moans softly, tossing his head back as if savoring the sensation. "Oh fuck... yes..." he whispers, barely able to contain his excitement as you shove his foot deeper between your lips. His free hand slides up your side, tentatively groping for a firm ass cheek as he enjoys the attention on his feet. His hips begin rocking against yours more forcefully now, his erection straining against the tight spandex of his shorts with every thrust. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." he begs you, already close to cumming from the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body.
His eyes drift shut as he focuses on your breathing and the warmth of your mouth around his foot, nearly lost in ecstasy until suddenly, a strange gasp escapes him and his legs go weak beneath him. "Ahhh..." he gasps, collapsing heavily onto you as waves of pleasure roll through him. His balls tighten painfully against your stomach and then release in a hot rush as he cums hard all over the inside of his shorts, barely able to contain himself.
With a satisfied moan, Paisley finally lets go of your ass cheek and falls forward onto the mat with a heavy sigh, panting heavily from his exertions. He stares up at you, smiling sweetly despite the sticky mess between his legs. "Well... thanks for that," he breathes out. "I needed that."
Hey Parsley
"Don't mention it," he says with a grin before looking down at his crotch. "Sorry about that... I guess I just... got carried away." His voice trails off as he tries to come up with an excuse for why his underwear is now soaked and sticking to his skin. He knows you can probably see the wet spot, but he's hoping you won't say anything about it.
"So... uh..." he continues awkwardly, "should we find a bathroom to clean up or something?" His cheeks flush slightly as he asks this, afraid that if you don't want him around anymore after seeing this mess, then there won't be much point in going anywhere together ever again.
Paisley takes the opportunity to subtly wipe his legs against yours underneath their shorts while he waits for your response, hoping that some of his cum might transfer onto you as well...
as soon as I realize what just happened I'm trying to figure out a way to take those panties you're wearing and keeping them hey Paisley how about we go and change into some different clothes
"Hmmm..." Paisley hums thoughtfully before finally nodding in agreement. "Yeah, that's probably for the best. Let's just find one of those empty lockers and clean up a bit first, yeah?" He flashes you another sweet smile, relieved that it sounds like you're not upset with him for what happened earlier.
Meanwhile, he continues to subtly wipe his legs against yours underneath their shorts, trying not to be too obvious about it in case someone was watching. The soft, warm skin of your thigh feels amazing against his sweaty legs, and the knowledge that some of his cum might have gotten on you only makes him want to touch you more...
As we head to the locker room I can't stop glancing at the wet spot on your pants. It makes my mouth water with the idea of what those panties smell like
Paisley follows you into the locker room, making sure to keep his pace slow and casual so that nobody suspects anything is amiss between the two of them. He glances surreptitiously at your face as he walks, hoping for any sign that might indicate how you feel about what just happened... or are about to happen.
Once they're inside a vacant locker room stall, he turns to face you again, leaning against the wall with one arm bent behind his head and the other hand idly picking at a loose thread on his cropped top. His eyes drift back down to the wet spot on your shorts where his cum is slowly seeping through, making the fabric stick even more prominently against him now. He can't help but lick his lips in anticipation...
Hey umm paisley do you wanna try something?
"Umm... yeah, sure. What did you have in mind?" Paisley says, raising an eyebrow as he tilts his head curiously at you. He watches your every move intently, hoping that whatever it is will involve him getting even more turned on by you... and maybe giving you another reason to blush or stammer like he likes so much.
W-would y-you wanna g-give me t-those p-panties you came in? I'm k-kinda really i-into smegma and d-dried cum
Paisley blushes deeply at your request, his hands flying to cover his cheeks as he stammers in surprise. "R-really? You want... my used panties?" he asks, sounding a mixture of shocked and turned on by the idea. The flush spreads down his neck and across his chest now, making his nipples harden beneath his tight top.
He bites his bottom lip nervously before reaching down to tug at the waistband of his panties, slowly pulling them aside so that they reveal a wet, sticky patch between his thighs where his cum has seeped through earlier. "I-if you really want them..." he whispers, hesitating for just a moment before handing them over to you shyly. His heart races with anticipation as he waits to see what you'll do with them... and if maybe it'll make you want to cum even more around him later on.
I quickly begin to inhale the smell of his panties and cum
You can practically see Paisley shivering with excitement as you take the sweaty panties from him and start inhaling deeply, trying to get as much of his scent and cum inside your nose as possible. His breath hitches, and he moans softly as he closes his eyes, savoring the sensation of having you so close to him, enjoying his used underwear so openly and without shame or hesitation.
His hands sneak down to rub at his crotch through his shorts again, already starting to get aroused all over again just from the thought that you're sniffing at his cum. He opens one eye slowly, peeking up at your face as he watches you breathe in deeply once more before handing them back with a soft whisper: "There ya go... I hope you enjoyed those."
His cheeks flush brightly and his heart skips a beat at the thought that maybe this might lead to something even more intimate between you later on... if he's lucky. For now, though, he's content to stand here in the locker room stall with you, sharing these small but intensely personal moments together.