26 Rock the Boat NSFW (1/2)

”Be careful,” Brad cautioned me as I stepped onto the paddle boat accompanied by a staff at the boat rental hut.

”Have fun!” said the staff, our paddle boat departing slowly from the shore and towards the lake.

Both wearing bright orange life jackets, we were stuck together side by side on a small blue and white paddle boat under the gentle summer heat. We began to move our legs on the pedals, allowing the boat to glide steadily across the quiet lake. A few ducks swam past us, their feet paddling ever so freely in the clear cool water. Sunlight was scattered in the ripples of the calm water.

”This is so relaxing,” Brad sighed.

”I know right,” I replied. ”I didn't know there was such a place in Ophrus.”

”I used to come here when I was younger,” Brad chuckled. ”They had these four seater paddle boats back in the day. My dad and I would be the ones paddling, while my mom would sit on the other end with my brother.”

”Oh yeah, where is your brother now?” I asked, having noticed how Brad didn't like talking about his brother.

”Most likely in Tokyo, I don't know.”

Seeming eager to change the subject, he suddenly enquired about my family. I had no intention to pry further, so we continued our chitchat; I told him that I rarely saw my father after my mom passed away.

”He pays the bills for the house, but he never shows up.” I shrugged. Though people sometimes pity me when I talk about my mess of a family, I didn't care about it anymore. I had my friends, and now a loving boyfriend, and that was all that mattered. Financially, I… may need to get a job soon, but I wasn't starving nor dying so I guess I was doing fine.

We continued to talk about our families for a short while before Brad's phone unexpectedly rang, startling him.

”Hey, this is Brad.” He answered.

”Oh…” Brad turned to me and mouthed, ”Work.”

As he was answering the phone, I looked down and saw that his dick was slightly poking out of his shorts.

What the fuck, I thought. Brad was literally having a dick slip and he had no idea. I could make out the head of his dick barely sticking out of the pants.

Anybody could just peer at his direction and would be able to notice his cock head just casually slipping out of his shorts, and that he did not wear any underwear.

I was oddly aroused by the thought of him unintentionally embarrassing himself in public.

I kept my eyes on his flaccid junk until he finished his call.

”Sorry. What were we talking about again?” Brad asked.

I pointed down towards his shorts.

”Freeballing today, huh?” I snickered.

”Oh shit!” He fixed his shorts and tucked his dick back. But that was already enough for me to pitch a tent in my pants.

Brad subsequently noticed my boner and looked up at my face, to which I gave him an expression that told him I was in the mood for fun.