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Dangerous Highways

Posted by: Author: Age: 40 Posted on: 1 comments
4 likes 2455 views Category: Masturbation Male Solo Tags: edging, fantasy, brother-sister, driving, spanking, treehouse, enema, dad, father, Panties, police
True Episodes of My Eclectic Masturbatory History, in No Particular Order.

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 story 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 story and the infinite great plains crawled past my windows, I became increasingly excited... but years of edging experience suggested I was nowhere 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 precum oozing out but nothing spectacular. In the story 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 you dare to do it?" he sent back. "Ok, hangon, 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 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. on my hand, my dick, my lap, my shorts, my shirt. And the 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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