22. Became Brent's Fantasy

Brent walked quickly to his car. He unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He felt very hot and sultry.

Ryan, who was sitting in the driving seat, looked at him with the corner of his eyebrow raised. “What’s wrong? Did you just get out of the furnace?”

“Run the car now!” Brent growled slightly. He scratched his non-itchy head and then increased the temperature of the air conditioner in his car.

“That’s weird,” Ryan muttered as he drove the car away from the apartment area.

Along the way, Brent felt frustrated. He exhaled many times. This time, it had gone too far. His desires had exploded in his head, and he needed an outlet.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Ryan irritably asked back. Brent's inability to sit still quietly annoyed Ryan greatly.

He turned his head to the side and looked Brent up and down. He quickly shifted his gaze to the road. “Holy shit! Are you horny right now?”

Brent felt like hitting Ryan. “Hurry up! You don’t want to see me masturbating here, do you?”

“Damn it