At Least I Wore My Seatbelt

Every now and then, I'd drive over to visit a friend who lived on the outskirts of town, and whose house was at the end of a mostly untraveled road. When the weather was warm enough, every now and then, I'd be leaving his house in the late evening or at night and stop the truck near the road's entrance to the highway. I'd then strip off as much of my clothing as I felt comfortable doing and masturbate under the open sky. One night, I decided that masturbating out in the open was okay, but it would be far better to be driving the truck while jacking off. I left my shirt on, and my shoes, but I was nude from the waist down as I climbed back into the truck. (As I said, though, it was a smaller truck, not much higher than most passenger cars, and the windows were not tinted.) I put the truck into gear and headed out onto the highway. It was still relatively early at night, no later than about 9:30 or 10, and there I was, driving with one hand on the steering wheel and another on my swollen cock, pumping as much as the demands of driving would allow. I was trying not to be too obvious to other cars; it wouldn't pay to get pulled over in such a condition. (I preferred to be doing the only pulling going on right then!) As I entered town, I started driving through residential neighborhoods, because there was less traffic, but there were still times when other cars got close enough that it wouldn't have taken much for someone to see what I was doing. After about twenty minutes of driving, I couldn't take it any more. I'd already sat at several traffic lights, with my hand down below window level stroking and pulling and pumping like mad, taking myself to the brink of losing my load and then slowing down, stopping, stroking... then pulling and pumping and trying desperately not to look like I was about to blow a load all over the dashboard of the truck. I was driving down Second Street, past a couple of fast food restaurants, when I felt the wonderful, familiar sensation building in my groin. I leaned my erection over to the right and tried as hard as I could to stay in a single lane. Luckily, no other cars were near me at the moment, and I had a lead of a couple lengths over the closest vehicle behind me. A moment later, I had managed to ejaculate a spectacular shot across and over onto the passenger seat, with the usual extra burst of cum that comes from ejaculating in a "forbidden" or "dangerous" area. As my penis continued pumping out the final dribbles onto my legs and down my testicles, I looked over and saw that the vinyl bench seat had a healthy stream of cum leading from me several feet over onto the passenger seat. My youthful enthusiasm had caused me to wet down the entire seat, and I was still cumming into my lap--I could feel the remaining cum pooling between my butt cheeks, even though it was rapidly losing its heat. The next thing I knew, I had to stop at a traffic light, waiting to turn right. A much taller pickup pulled up to my left, to continue straight through the intersection. And there I sat, with my now-limp cock draping in my lap as I was now leaning over starting to wipe up the cum with a towel I knew was under the seat. It was then that I heard a female voice right outside my window shouting something, so I leaned back to my left and looked up and out the window--to see a girl about my age, maybe a little older (but thankfully not from my high school!) leaning out her window and pointing at me, yelling excitedly to her friends in the truck. I knew I'd been caught--so I gunned the gas and sped off to the right, leaving her behind in my mirror. I watched for a few seconds to see if they'd follow, but all I saw was her clapping her hands and waving at me. I guess she'd been excited to see some guy sitting naked in his truck; I don't know. All I know is, I never tried that again--not the least of the reasons being I had to park the truck with the windows down all night just to air out the smell. But it was worth it!