Getting prepared for lecture with hand relief
When I lived in Bristol in the UK I did some evening lecturing at the University there.
A gay friend of mine, 20 years older than me, asked me if I could give him a lift to Bristol when I lectured, as his friends had a business near the university and he could spend 2-3 hours with them while I lectured. No problem for me, I was gay but married to a lovely girl.
The journey took just over an hour each way, and it was in the evening, so dark both ways. We had to go from my home 15 miles away on the coast, across country to Bristol, so a lot of open roads and countryside and no people.
Roy (my friend), told me he would like to help pay for the journeys, and I said no, we are friends, and he said thanks and put his hand on my thigh while I was driving.
This turned me on, and soon he could feel I was very hard under my trousers, so asked if he could get rid of the pressure for me....I said OK.
He opened my trousers and slipped them down to my knees while I drove and then started a slow massage. He did not do anything to himself and neither did I, as I was driving. He said he was very happy just holding it, as he had seen it so many times in the shower at the tennis club. Now he had it to himself.
He asked if my wife would mind, and I said out of sight out of mind, so how would she ever know.
I was in my late 20's and very fit and healthy!!
When we got to the outskirts of Bristol, I felt his hand moving faster and I warned him I would cum if he was not careful. He just said good and got out his handkerchief and rested it under my penis, and continued to massage.
The orgasm was intense, because I was driving the car at the same time. The first time, my cum hit the dashboard, the floor as well as some going into his handkerchief. He was very happy and cleaned it all up by the time I got to University.
I had a good lecture, because I felt very good. After the lecture, I picked up Roy from his friends shop and started our journey home. Needless to say his hand was soon at work inside my trousers, which were then pushed down. His hands were very expert.
I would somehow hold out for the whole of the return journey, and then shoot again as we came into our home town.....this time most of the cum into his handkerchief.
This same routine went on, every Wednesday for the whole semester, me shooting twice, one on the way to lecture, and another one to be ready for bed. He loved my spunk in his handkerchiefs, he told me. He was a very good friend, and one of the best wankers I have ever had, and I have had plenty.