My wife and I had just returned from a long trip with my parents, where we were gone for a week visiting my brother and his wife in California. The late flight back left us all very exhausted and my wife decided to sleep at my parents’ house since it was a lot closer to where she worked. I figured I’d head back to our house and get the mail and maybe get on AOL and have some dirty chat with some other married, bisexual men. Maybe even some phone sex would be fun. My folks live about 40 minutes from our house, and the drive is mostly country except for the last few miles through town. On the drive back I kept thinking more and more about getting into some hot scene online or on the phone with a guy and my cock grew to its full 10 inches down the tight leg of my jeans. I started squeezing and stroking my dick in my jeans and kept getting hotter and hornier. I just had to jerk off, but didn’t want to stop and find a place to do it, so I just pulled my long, hard pecker out of my jeans and pushed my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. It felt damn good to have all that meat out of the confines of my tight jeans. It felt even better stroking it while I was driving down the boring back roads towards town and our house. It was quite a rush and with the heater blowing hot air on my big nuts and my rough hand working up and down my shaft, I was slick with pre-cum in no time. It was even more exciting as I turned onto the highway about 12 miles from our house and cars were passing me all the while I was jacking off. It was an unbelievable turn-on. My cock was as hard as I ever remember it being and it felt incredible sliding my hand up and down my shaft, which was drenched from my oozing piss-slit. An even bigger rush was when I passed a cop who was sitting in his car scanning for speeders. I almost came right there as I passed him, but I held off as a plan was forming in my mind. What I really wanted was for someone to see me jerking off in my car while I was driving. Had to be a guy though. A guy alone in his car. The thoughts of doing this made me so hot I had to stop jerking off so I wouldn’t cum all over before I could try and make it happen. As I neared the city, there were three lanes of cars all going the same way toward the center of town where our house is located. By jerking with my right hand I figured I could get next to a car on my right and they could look over and see my long, fat cock being stroked above the bottom of the steering wheel. I had to weave in and out of the few cars that were on the road at that late hour looking for my target. Finally, I saw him: A black guy in a Lincoln Town Car. I caught up to him at the next light, but he was in the left lane, which was spoiling my plan since I needed to be to the left of him to show him my dick as I jerked it while driving. I still had time since I was about 10 minutes from my house and hopefully he wouldn’t get off on any side streets while I was waiting for him to get out of the left lane. After a few more lights he changed lanes to the middle lane to get past a car that was slowing him up in the left lane. This was my chance. I maneuvered my car right behind him as he passed the car in the left lane, and as we both got past it, I got back in the left lane and pulled up beside him and evened out our speed. My heart was racing so fast I felt faint, knowing that this was such a risky thing to do. The darkness of the street kept him from seeing me beat my meat until we passed under a streetlight. I looked over at his expression just as we got in the light and his jaw literally dropped when he saw what I was doing. Every time I passed a light for the next four or five blocks I looked over and he kept glancing at what I was doing. I couldn’t tell whether or not he liked it or if he was getting pissed at me, or else was too shocked to know what to think. I was freaking out I was so turned on. Just as I was about to shoot my load and turn down a street to lose him, he sped up and passed me, getting in my lane and taking the next street left. I was scared shitless, but I turned and followed him, horniness winning out over sanity. He immediately turned down an alley and I followed. Halfway down the alley he stopped his car, but didn’t turn it off. I stopped mine about 20 yards behind his and left mine running as well. We both sat in our cars for a minute, and I kept beating off, close to shooting the whole time. I was worried that he was writing down my license plate number and going to call the cops, and just as I was about to back out and drive off, he opened his door. He swaggered over to my car window and rapped his knuckles against the glass. I was still whacking my pecker furiously, and was scared beyond belief, but I hit the button and the window slid down. He put his hands on his knees and put his face next to the window, a look of anger on his face, as he stared into my eyes. “You some kinda faggot?” he said, his breath smelling of beer. I held up my left hand and showing him my wedding ring replied, “No, just a horny married guy, who couldn’t wait to get home to beat my big dick.” He seemed to think about this for a minute as I sat in my car jerking my slick cock up and down in long strokes. After his mind processed whatever was going through it, he stood, took a step closer to my car and pressed his legs up against my door. His fingers found his zipper and pulled it down and his other hand fished out a good-sized nine inch, uncut cock. He flopped his dick around a minute and worked his nuts out to give them some air. Then he reached in with one hand, grabbed me by the back of the head and forced his cock into my mouth. I came immediately. He reached in with his other hand, locked it with the one on the back of my head and forced his dick in and out of my mouth as hard and fast as he could. It didn’t last long. About two minutes of this and he started shooting, burying his heavy cock deep in my throat and squirting his load. After he was done shooting, he pulled out his slippery dick and wiped it on my face, stuck it back in his pants, zipped up and walked back to his car. Once inside he rolled down his window, gave me the finger, and drove off. That’s when I came a second time, just from the overwhelming intensity of what had happened. I could not believe it, it was so hot and risky. I didn’t even put my dick in my pants, just drove on to our house and let it flop around while I took my luggage inside and took a shower. I can’t wait to jerk while driving again – hopefully it will be as hot as the time I just had! You can send comments to mascmm4u@aol.com
