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Drive in the Desert

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About 20 years ago, I'd just dropped off a friend at MaCarran International to catch his flight home. We'd spent several days at the Winter Consumer Electronic Show, but he had to get back to the mid west sooner than I did, so I decided to head up north of Vega and take a relaxing drive around the Valley of Fire State Park.

I don't know exactly why, but the unusually warm early January weather, the isolation and the peacefulness very shortly had me feeling hornier than a toad. At first it seemed almost a bother, since my whole idea was to relax, but it didn't take much longer, aimlessly enjoying the desert beauty, that I found it necessary to take the situation in hand (so to speak).

I started by rubbing my cock, which had by this time achieved a turgidity more closely resembling steel than flesh, through my pants. Of course, that only exacerbated things by making an already tight spot even tighter, so I did the only thing I could under the circumstances.

After a quick look to be sure I was alone, I opened the zipper on my pants and let my buddy out to get some fresh air, After completely freeing my cock, I began to stroke very slowly. It's times like this that I'm glad I remained uncut since the foreskin acts not so much as lubrication but more as a bearing which allows some pretty potent pud pounding without the need for any messy lube.

I'm afraid this is not a story with a real whiz-bang end, because I just kept driving slowly through the park while I continued slowly stroking my cock, which by now was just about set to blow. So I did what any careful driver would do under similar circumstances, even though there was no other traffic to be seen anywhere. I pulled off to the side of the road and, following one more quick check to be sure I was alone, I reclined the seat back and got down to business.

At first I wasn't jacking any faster or harder than I had been when I was driving, but that didn't last long. Soon I was pounding away like a madman as I brought myself ever closer to orgasm. All the extra exertion had caused me to break into a sweat, so off came the shirt and, as long as I was at it, so did the pants.

This time I didn't bother to check for any rubberneckers because all I could think of was to empty my nuts, which by now were literally aching for release.

When my orgasm came, it seemed to have started at my feet, and I ended up blowing so much jizz I thought my nuts would collapse.

Of course they didn't, so after lying there in the car for a few minutes, I put my clothes back on and headed back to Vegas.

The morals of this story are 1) jacking off outdoors is great, and 2) wash your hands when driving a rental car, 'cause you never know just where it's been.



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