Sneak into the library

“We’d better not risk it,” you say, and step into the shadows to avoid being seen. When Zack does not follow your lead, you pull him back with you.

“Keep out of sight,” you tell him.

“Sorry,” he says. “Man, I really would appreciate it if I could toss off real quick!” He motions toward his crotch, and you can see his erection painfully straining against his jeans. “I don’t know what the deal is, but I’m not going to be able to walk if I don’t do something about this. Maybe there is something to the horniness factor of your powers, after all.”

You consider this. Zack is always horny, but you’ve never known him to be so encumbered that he pleads to wank off in front of the library before. You need him in tip-top form to help you, and you don’t doubt that he can do it in under 45 seconds if given the opportunity.

“OK, if you are sure it can’t wait,” you say.

Zack sighs with relief and begins unzipping his pants.

“Wait a minute!” you say, grabbing his hand. “Not here!” You look around and see a thicket of bushes nearby. “Over there, out of sight.”

You walk with Zack to stay out of sight, and once you get to the bushes, you quickly look to see if anyone has noticed you. When you are confident you are safe, you turn around, and you see Zack already has his pants down to his ankles, and he is beating off with full ****. His eyes are closed, and he has a blissful look on his face.

“Sheesh! At least turn around so I don’t have to watch!” you say, but Zack is oblivious to your words. It’s just as well, because as you look, you realize you really do want to watch this.

Zack has one hand on his shirt, lifting it up out of the way. His other hand is wrapped tightly around his hard cock. Even in the shadows, you can see it clearly. His head is swollen, and his balls are hanging down low, swinging in time with his strokes.

Without fully realizing it, your hand makes its way between your legs and begins rubbing your own hard member. You look at Zack’s face and think how hot and sexy he looks right now. You wish it was your hand — or better yet, your mouth — that was giving him that pleasure.

The speed at which he is stroking and the rapidness of his breath tells you he is going to be true to his word about the 45 seconds.