Brady and I have known each other for a long time. We’ve gone camping with each other since we were 7 and we’ve gone to school for as long as we can remember. During one of these camping trips we briefly masturbated together, sparking my interests into the world of cock.

During an English class I sat behind him, and I would always admire his curvy, delicious bubble butt. Oh how I loved just staring and fantasizing, while sitting in class with a massive erection.

Unfortunately for me, I only have one class, Spanish, with him this year, where he sits directly behind me. Little did I know this one class would spark the most fun I’ve ever had.

This day we were reviewing past-tense verbs. I looked back at him to make a sarcastic remark, and was stunned when I found his athletic shorts pulled slightly down, his shirt slighty up, and his fingers down in his pants. My deep desire for him combined with my immense surprise meant I could not stop stairing at his wonderfully sexy skin. I thought I saw a hint of red underwear.

I looked up as soon as I realized I had been staring, and I was immediately met with eye contact. He gave me a quick wink as I spun around quickly as I turned red. The teacher called on me.

We had half an hour until lunch, and I spent the entire time thinking of what this could possibly mean.