it gave the others plenty of room to spread out to other cars, leaving only six people in our car - two of which were in the baear the toilet, one all the front, one dead asleep, and then us, of course. If not for that, my good standing iifiunity may have been sdalized and rui that my moment by the strong st of man funk 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 my notes. At one point I just started writing the Lord’s Prayer over and ain, and then I sidered drawing a quick sketch of his dick, but before I could, I felt something on my neck. Eyes.

I looked up and his dark brown eyes were staring r

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