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What's That On The Steering Wheel
by J (autoeroticrobot@yahoo.com)
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Diddling oneself while driving can be a real experience
sometimes. (M-solo, mast, dream)
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Author Note: The author enjoys feedback and comments.
WARNING: This story may depict sexual activity, solo,
or between men and women, or women and women, or men
and men. Or something like that. If that freaks you
out, don't read it.
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Quite recently, I was driving cross-country, and, as I
sometimes do, I was "edging" myself to pass the time. I
would leave the fly undone on my shorts and just reach
in to touch or stroke enough to keep nice and hard, but
without allowing myself to cum. Cumming while driving
is risky and rather inconvenient, as I'd learned in my
imprudent youth. But I've always enjoyed edging myself,
in all kinds of circumstances, and the monotony of the
highway combined with the relative privacy of my car on
the open interstate of eastern Colorado was a fine
combination.
Generally, as I tease myself, I develop elaborate
fantasies or stories for myself. This particular time,
I was inventing a storyline in which a young man
seduces his sister anonymously via internet chat, and
gets her to perform dares and other sexual activities
which he then has a chance to confirm by observing her
offline behavior. As I developed the fantasy and the
infinite great plains crawled past my windows, I became
increasingly excited... but years of edging experience
suggested I was nowhere near being in "danger" of
losing control.
I had my dick out and was idly twiddling the head as I
told myself the story and gripped the steering wheel
with my other hand. There was a bit of pre-cum oozing
out, but nothing spectacular. In the fantasy I was
making up, I had the man dare his sister, via instant
message, to bring herself to orgasm, "while someone
else was in the room."
"Right now?" she asked. "Only my brother's home," she
complained.
"Do will dare to do it?" he sent back.
"Ok, hang on, BRB," she typed. She left her computer in
her room and went out and sat on the couch near to
where her brother was on the computer in the living
room. She pretended to watch television, and made idle
talk with him, while he minimized his chat windows and
pretended to be researching something for school. As
she talked, she pulled a blanket over her lap and began
to...
At this point, I was pretty turned on by this story.
Much to my surprise, I felt that familiar surge in my
gut and balls that said I was very, very close. I
stopped touching myself altogether, confident I would
successfully edge past yet another impending orgasm,
and focusing on how much fun I would have, in my motel
room, that night. I lost track of my story, fixating
instead on these more immediate images, while my dick
throbbed.
A good two minutes passed, without touching myself, but
the feeling of impeding orgasm failed to go away... in
fact, it suddenly exploded, and without warning, a fat
gob of jizz flew from the end of my dick and spattered
my steering wheel. I was quite surprised... I felt
disappointment at my lack of self control but the
orgasm kept building strength. I reflected that it had
been a rather long time since my last orgasm and I'd
been edging myself for several days "on the road," at
this point.
Wow. Past the point of no return, I grabbed my dick and
stroked furiously. Squirt after squirt, ooze after
ooze. Onto my hand, my dick, my lap, my shorts, my
shirt. And a fat blob on the steering wheel.
And suddenly, in my review mirror, I see a state patrol
cruiser pull into traffic from behind an overpass. Oh
crap. What, exactly, would I say if he pulled me over
and saw my jizzy dick hanging out? If I moved to put it
away and clean up, would he interpret my movements as
possible fetching of weapon or other illicit activity,
and make my stop much less pleasant still, if he
noticed them? They're trained to notice such things. My
heart leapt to my throat, beating hard from the recent
orgasm and the impending danger. This was why I didn't
like to cum while driving.
Much to my relief, he pulled right past me without
slowing down. I hadn't been speeding, at least not too
much. Boy was I relieved.
What an intense experience.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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