Cumming In The Spotlight On A Dark Farm Road

My friends and I, from our dorm hall, all had semi-gambling problems and drove an hour from campus every weekend to hit up the casino. It was right in the poker boom of the early-mid 2000s, so we’d all fell in love with the game and loved to go play for real at the casino. 

On this night, I’d made the trip on my own and spent several hours playing low-limit Texas Hold-em. For a good bulk of that time, I got to sit next to a regular at the tables that my friends and I always hoped to see (though our chip stacks weren’t so happy to see), who we all knew as the Fox. 

The Fox was a 20-something woman from our college who was, just as we named her, a fox! She was a super cute brunette with a pretty smoking body. I honestly don’t remember the fine details of her, but at this fairly rural casino: she was easily a 10, and one of the few ladies our age we’d ever see in the poker room. The other reason we all called her the Fox, was that she seemed to realize the eye candy that she was in that room, and she played it to her advantage. Little giggles, leaning forward to show her cleavage during hands, she had no shame using her looks to get us all off of our games and to get our chips into her stack. 

On this particular night, the Fox clearly chose me as her prey, too. Every time we were in a hand together, she had her chest pressed outward and gave me her cutest little smiles to try and crack me. Also, she was wearing low-rise blue jeans with a hot pink thong riding up in the back. As much as I tried to not make my glances obvious, she must have caught on because the pants just seemed to keep sagging lower and lower, to the point I could eventually see the bright fabric disappear into her exposed butt crack. 

So, as you might guess, I soon lost my whole stack of chips to my hormones, and left the poker room to a flirty little wave from the Fox. I got in my car and started the drive back to campus. 

Normally after a losing session, I’d feel fairly down. I’d sit there in my driver’s seat stewing over poorly played hands and bad beats from the night, but not this time. On this drive home, my mind was down the back of the Fox’s low-rise jeans; thinking of peeling that pink thong out of her ass and leaving it on my bedroom floor. As if my hormone driven, 19 year-old self needed any additional fuel to my constantly fired libido, it certainly had it on this drive. 

I was fucking horny. I mean: really fucking horny. Without a hand on it, my cock was at full attention in my pants with no sign of going down. I NEEDED to jerk off, but this was the degree of horny where that may not be enough. As I speed down the dark rural highway, thoughts of getting back to my dorm and jerking quietly in the bathroom or under my sheets (as not to wake my roommate) felt thoroughly unsatisfying. This degree of horny needed something more. 

I felt myself craving…exposure; sharing my horniness with someone or ones. At this point in life, I’d never been to an adult bookstore arcade or anything like that, but on this night, the drive was strong to find one and try the ‘arcades’ I’d heard so much about. Only: that was not an option at that moment, at all. On that dark, midwestern highway at that time of night, there was barely another car sharing the road every mile or two. From where I was to my college, there were a handful of turnoffs onto farm roads and one or two small towns along the way, but certainly no adult shops or other spots to scratch this raging itch I found myself driving with. 

Then it hit me: those farm roads. I suddenly had an idea that sent my boner even harder than before. I was gonna do better than a hidden jerk off in a dorm bed tonight. 

I scanned the dark land along the sides of the highway for several miles. Then, as my car came over a hill, I saw it about a half mile up on the left side of the road: a small green road sign glimmering in the street lights to indicate one of those small farm road turnoffs. When I got to it, I made the turn onto the 2-lane, tree lined road. It was the kind of local road that most people would never even realize existed; that only really held value to the owners of the occasional farms that one could reach from it. 

I drove down the dark road for about a half mile until the groves of trees lining it tapered off. I turned onto another small, barely paved road, drove about a quarter mile up, and slowed my car to a stop. On either side of the road were open corn fields with a couple farm houses in sight, but still far enough away for the inhabitants to not notice me on their road. Anyone driving down that road or the one I’d just turned off of would easily see me, but there were no signs of other headlights anywhere. I was alone, but knew that could change quickly if another driver came over any of the horizons near-by. That’s exactly the setup I was craving, though. 

I popped my gear shift into park and reached to turn off my headlights, but no…those, I decided, were gonna stay on. My hands shook with nerves as I undid my seat belt and took one last look around my car. 

With a deep breath, I opened my car door and stepped out into the empty road. I wasted no time, hoping to mitigate my risk of getting caught, and immediately launched my plan. I ripped my tee shirt over my head and tossed it into my car, closing the door. I ran up into the light of my headlights, took one more look around, and then quickly undid my belt - yanking my jeans and boxers down to my ankles in a single motion. My hard, uncut penis sprang into the cold air of the night as I stood up straight and let it point out into the darkness around me. I now stood, essentially butt naked in the middle of this farm road, illuminated as if my headlights were spotlights, and so horny that a light breeze may have triggered my orgasm. 

What little, rational part of my mind was left in my horny fog told me not to press my luck. I was taking a risk here and had to get moving. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed hold of my hard cock. There was no slow build with this one. My hand started quickly flying up and down my shaft; with the thought of the Fox’s ass fresh in my imagination. I think this was the first time I’d ever even jerked off out doors, because I remember the feeling of the fresh air felt incredibly sexy and new against my dick head - as it slid out and back into my foreskin with each jerk. This was dangerous, but incredibly exciting. 

I’d write a book on that moment if I could, but unfortunately it didn’t last long enough to fill much more than a paragraph. Don’t worry, I didn’t get caught. This public display was just so exciting and such a thrill that within, maybe 30 seconds of jerking off in my spotlight, I felt that familiar tingling building from my loins and moving quickly toward the tip of my dick. I could feel myself rolling onto my tip toes as the feeling overtook me and my stroking hand started to quake. My penis erupted with several strong, large shots of white cum that each spurted out and onto the cold, dark pavement at my feet. My body shook with each contraction of the orgasm; the excitement of the moment causing it to feel almost like I was cumming for the first time ever, all over again. 

My body began to lurch forward, weakly, as the final spurts of cum came out of my cock and, accidentally, fell into the crotch of my boxers around my ankles. Normally, that would be a mess I’d immediately get to cleaning up, but as I came back to reality, I had more pressing matters at hand. I’d just cum, very publicly in the middle of a road, and was now standing naked in the aftermath with my cum dripping dick softening in my hand. 

It was that moment that anyone who’s ever played in public knows too well: when orgasm ends and reality kicks in. My logical brain suddenly sprung back to life and its message was clear: ‘get out of this situation!’ I flicked my half-boner downward to send the bit of semen on the end flying to the puddles I’d already left on the ground. Trying not to think about the mess in my boxers, I quickly pulled them and my pants up and ran back into the driver’s seat of my car. As quickly as I could, I pulled my shirt back on, did a hard u-turn, and drove back toward the highway. I found myself peering paranoidly into the dark roadways and fields around me. Something inside the pit of my stomach worried lights would come on somewhere…maybe even police lights, I’d be caught and arrested for jerking off in public…but there was no one to see. I made it back out to the highway, pointed my car back toward my school, and drove quietly back to my dorm with no issues, and no one ever knowing what I’d just done. The whole way back, I’d occasionally feel the wet of the cum slowly drying in my boxers; possibly the only evidence left on me from that moment. 

I gotta think I jerked off again in my dorm bed that night, fueled by my experience, but I honestly can’t remember - the fog I was in. I’ve had a few outdoor jerks since then, but they never hit like the first.