Rock the Boat (NSFW)

"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.

He must've understood what I was thinking about, because he started looking behind him to see if we were alone on the lake and out of sight. By now our paddle boat had stopped near the shore, next to some lavenders growing close to us.

He glanced at me with his bedroom eyes, before pulling his shorts down for his boner to pop out. I followed him, pulling out mine.

Brad reached his hand over and began to touch my thighs, his hand moving slowly towards my inner thigh. The tease of it all turned me on even more, as I reached for his thigh as well. His hand then found its way onto my balls, groping them with his silky soft touch.

Eventually, he stroked my cock with a firm grip, pulling my foreskin up over my glans and down again exposing the head. I, on the other hand, played with the precum that oozed out and rubbed it all over his meatus.

"Mm, that feels nice." I panted.

Brad did not say anything, but instead gave me an encouraging and dirty smirk.

I grasped his shaft and pressed it gently, feeling the elasticity of his dick around my palm and fingers. Brad spread the precum from my slit and rubbed my erection, my entire member within the warm grasp of his hand.

We had both already stopped paddling the boat and was instead very concentrated on pleasuring each other. Brad thrusted his hips upwards to create more friction between my palm and his cock, his beautiful boner bobbing as I held it by the base.

Comparing both our privates, Brad actually had the thicker dick compared to me but mine was slightly longer than his. His cock was straight and plump, his head light caramel brown and the shaft a bit lighter in comparison.

"Admiring my junk, huh?" He laughed.

I eyed his juicy cock once more.

I wanted it in my mouth.

I leaned my head over towards his crotch as Brad retracted his arm. Before I could stuff his hard-on into my mouth though, the boat tilted towards Brad's side. It couldn't take the weight and swayed dramatically towards the side.

"Shit." We both cursed, the boat now rocking back to its initial position, nearly throwing us into the water.

"That was close." I muttered, in which Brad responded with a nod.

"Wow." He murmured, presumably still jumpy after the sudden movement of the boat.

"That may not have been the brightest idea." I said.

"Let's not that again." He then chuckled, trying to make us feel less alarmed. "We can go explore the other side of the lake, if you want."

"Sure." I stuffed my now relaxed dick back into my pants as Brad stuffed his as well.

With the mood now lightened, we laughed it off and continued our paddling.

"Wanna go back to my place after this?" asked Brad.

"Okay," I winked.