geting it all out driving in the Car

That sounds very dangerous. If talking on the phone while driving is bad. I would think jerking off and driving would be a hundred times worst. I guess it might depends on what kind of road your driving. Like freeway or main streets.

What might suck if your going at it and it's getting good where your close to cumming. Then you see dead runned over kitty on the road or something else weird, gross, and or sad.

Also windows down or up?
 
I live in a rural area and have jacked a number of times while driving. But I much prefer to find a spot to pull over, and use my tablet to chat or watch some videos.
 
Would love to be walking in parking lot and see someone masterbating I think I would have to stop and watch and or help❤️! Or driving down road and see someone having fun I hope I wouldn’t crash my car! Would like amazing
 
Not to be a buzzkill, but, before publicly exposing yourself in a car or elsewhere, be sure you're not involving others who may not want to see your stuff (especially families). While some truckers may get a thrill from the show, others might be inclined to notify law enforcement. It's going to have to be a really good orgasm to make up for being on the sex offender registry for indecent exposure...and that intense an orgasm while driving at interstate speeds might be your last.
 
There are lots of things you can do when you're young that would have you branded as a dirty old man at my age. But, to be fair, I am.
 
One of my favorite experiences when I was coming to terms with my bi-side was meeting a man at McDonalds. He drove a large pickup truck. As he directed, I arrived around 4:00PM, wearing stockings and panties under my clothes. When I got in his truck, he made me take off my shoes and pants. He then tied a shoelace around my scrotum to keep my cock erect and told me to put my feet on the dashboard. He then drove around town with his cock hanging out of his pants and my hand on it. After about 30 minutes of driving around, he stopped at an empty construction site. We both got out of the truck and he proceeded to feed me his cock while we were both in plain sight. After I had swallowed his load, we got back in the truck and he returned me to the McDonalds. Only then was I allowed to lower my feet and put my pants back on. It was a thrilling experience, though I'm not sure I'd try it again today. Nevertheless, it showed me I had an inner exhibitionist as well as an inner helpless maiden.

I opened my pants on the interstate only once. I was playing with my cock when an 18 wheeler pulled alongside and the driver honked, then pointed toward the next exit. At that time, I was, as far as I knew, still straight, so the prospect of what might happen terrified me. I quickly zipped up and focused on the road. Now, however, I wonder what might have been. It was one of those decision points that can change the trajectory of one's life. Hmm...sounds like a story idea.
 
I drive a big 4x4 pick-up with smoked (tinted) windows.... so hauling out my cock is an easy thing to do. Albeit I don't mess about in rush hour traffic
 
One of my favorite experiences when I was coming to terms with my bi-side was meeting a man at McDonalds. He drove a large pickup truck. As he directed, I arrived around 4:00PM, wearing stockings and panties under my clothes. When I got in his truck, he made me take off my shoes and pants. He then tied a shoelace around my scrotum to keep my cock erect and told me to put my feet on the dashboard. He then drove around town with his cock hanging out of his pants and my hand on it. After about 30 minutes of driving around, he stopped at an empty construction site. We both got out of the truck and he proceeded to feed me his cock while we were both in plain sight. After I had swallowed his load, we got back in the truck and he returned me to the McDonalds. Only then was I allowed to lower my feet and put my pants back on. It was a thrilling experience, though I'm not sure I'd try it again today. Nevertheless, it showed me I had an inner exhibitionist as well as an inner helpless maiden.

I opened my pants on the interstate only once. I was playing with my cock when an 18 wheeler pulled alongside and the driver honked, then pointed toward the next exit. At that time, I was, as far as I knew, still straight, so the prospect of what might happen terrified me. I quickly zipped up and focused on the road. Now, however, I wonder what might have been. It was one of those decision points that can change the trajectory of one's life. Hmm...sounds like a story idea.
I've had the Trucker / Truck stop experience too... though I stopped. Cumming home from Indiana, outside of Fort Wayne
 
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