k that rose up from his lap when he slid his thick, uncut dick out of his basketball shorts’ right leg and into the cool air.
“Fragrant,” I muttered, half-smiling.
“Oh, I’m sorry, man,” Andrew said, about to tuck it ba.
“What are you doing?” I said, trying to not sound too obviously desperate to catch a peek. “Don’t put it away. Don’t worry about it; all mehat way. It’s a lovely smell. It’s a natural smell. I’m just enting that it’s there. Go on. Do your thing.”
“Alright,” he said, reag into the bag, getting a palm-full of lotion and beginning to stroke at it slowly.
I preteo be extremely ied in my notes, but I couldn’t focus over the wet sound of his hand sliding over that young, burning red dick. The heady, musky smell of his crotch was making me lightheaded - almost inebriated - and I could feel a ball of heat building up under my sternum aing down my abdomen and iween my legs. I was just staring blankly at my notes, listening, smelling, and feeling my dick grow untrollably hard in my pants.
I heard him moan and whimper a little bit beside me and I whispered, “oh god,” to myself, without realizing I’d said it out loud.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing. I just…So what are you like bae? A lady’s man? You have to be feeding that dragon somehow. I know a big guy like you has to get plenty of pussy.”
I couldn’t believe I said anything like that out of my mouth. I have no idea if it was the smell making me dizzy, or the extreme fatigue, or what, but I sounded like someone’s drunk dad who’d actally stumbled into a frat house.
“Well, I don’t get around a lot. I like relationships, usually. But right now I don’t have a boyfriend or anything.”
“Yay,” I said, smiling.
“Yes,” he replied, a bit warily; probably taking my smiling to mean some kind of disdaining amusement.
“Me too.”
And then we were silent for a while, while he tinued jag off quietly, and I tinued pretending to work on m