Masturbation Diaries: Daily CommuteMasturbation Diaries: Daily Commute

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To most people I appear shy in public, although friendly and caring. What most people don’t know is that hidden behind the quiet exterior is a sex addict. I can’t get enough of it! Some days I cannot stop thinking about my cock. Maybe I’m not totally obsessed with it but at least twenty times a day I do think about my cock. I think about what it looks like, what it feels like between my legs, in my briefs or in my boxers. I think about even more how it feels when I get to stroke it. I have been masturbating for most of my life and for as long as I can remember I have been jacking off at least once every day if not more.

Now, as a happily married guy for over 28 years I still have to admit to enjoying some of my most intense orgasms solo. I still usually do it a minimum of four or five times a week; on good weeks almost daily. I don’t think my wife has any problems with my masturbating, but it’s something we’ve never talked about. Although for several years while the kids were still at home it was difficult to find enough privacy for a good, intense masturbation session, it has always continued to be a wonderful part of my sex life. Nowadays I am able to look forward to those times and plan more on how to have a great time with my cock!

Though I’ve actually never kept a true diary on my masturbatory exploits, I thought I’d reminisce a bit and share just how important masturbation has always been to me…

My boner had not totally shrunk away by the time I got to my car. I was still totally horny with an almost electric charge in my body. As I backed out of the driveway I’d wished I had finished what I had started that morning. I should have never sat and read all those hot Lit stories and not taken care of myself before I left the house.

My erection was keeping itself known as it formed a nice bulge between my legs.

I had to try my best to ignore it, hoping it would go away before I got to work. And I thought it surely would have as I have a forty-five minute to an hour commute on a good day. On that day I had driven for twenty minutes before the traffic ground to a halt. As I sat there behind the wheel I soon heard on the car radio a five-car accident had occurred three miles down the highway and to expect serious delays until the accident was cleared.

So there I was stuck in traffic, slowly creeping forward every now and again, but not really getting anywhere. By this time each stop and start actually made my morning horniness worse and I instinctively pressed my legs together to try and quell the feeling. Of course, it only made me even more aroused. As we crept along, I continually had one hand or the other in my crotch, playing with my not unsurprisingly half hard manhood.

I drive a SUV so I sit higher up than some of the cars on either side of me. But even from my vantage point I couldn’t see what other drivers were doing below the tops of their steering wheels. So, I assumed they couldn’t see below mine. I found myself quickly coming around to a lingering sexy idea as I took a quick glance down at my bulging dress slacks. My hard-on was being contained in a limited space and just had to be released or repositioned.

Once again, we crept forward in the line of traffic.

I laughed at myself and actually whispered, Akbatı escort bayan “I can’t with all of these people around.” I simultaneously reiterated to my conscience that nobody would see. It’s not as if they anyone was paying attention anyway.

With another check of the traffic and keeping my eyes on the road, I loosened my belt and opened up my pants. I glanced down and although I was still fully covered by my underwear, I could see the outline of my hard cock. I took a deep breath, looked back out to the road and line of cars in front of me before I reached in and rubbed myself a few times.

I had the largest bulge ever in my briefs. I was so turned on and I couldn’t stand it! And I didn’t.

With the next full stop in the flow of traffic and my foot securely on the brake, I reached in further and with much difficulty finally was able to pull my manhood out. I slid my hand down over the bared tip and instantly felt a tingle go through my entire body.

The car in front of me moved forward and I came back to reality for a moment to ease up on the brake and to roll ahead several feet before we stopped once again. No sooner had my foot pressed fully on the brake than I took back hold of my erection. The feeling was truly wonderful. I began to squeeze harder and harder and I could see the tip of my penis get larger as I did. It swelled and the skin got shiny and almost purple staring up at me from my lap.

Man, did it feel good!

I stroked it gently, with just the tips of my fingers and glanced back down in time to see a rivulet of pre-cum leak from the little opening of my very hard cock. I breathed a little heavier as I continued to stroke myself. The traffic may have been slow going but it was so thrilling to play with my cock and think of what I was doing all the while wondering if anybody around me knew it.

What an erotic rush!

As I looked back out at the traffic I could see a few women in their cars around me and it was no problem to include them in my thoughts while playing with myself. With one hand on the wheel I wet the thumb and two fingers of the other and gently rubbed myself until I was almost on the verge of cumming, but I stopped somehow. I spent the next ten minutes squeezing and giving my cock hardly noticeable strokes until my balls seemed ready to burst. Pre-cum leaked out all over my fingers allowing me to fully slick up the full mushroom head of my manhood. Now it was truly shining, as that one watery eye looked up at me.

As I continued to slowly stroke myself we crept forward little by little still in the traffic jam. It was exciting to be playing with myself knowing that at any moment somebody, maybe a cute female in a bigger vehicle could pass by and check me out. Actually, I probably would have swerved off the shoulder in embarrassment had that happened. But then again the feelings were so great I more likely may have been in no position to stop what I was doing.

That was when I looked out my driver’s side window. And there she was! The beautiful woman I had been hoping to roll up beside me to provide the added inspiration I wanted. She was in an open top red convertible. How much more could my wish have come true? Well, how about just how Escort Aksaray beautiful she was! Her long dark brown hair blew back in the breeze of the morning and her dress bared her shoulders providing a generous amount of tanned skin to tantalize me with. I even found myself easing up in my seat to look further into her car. My heart raced and my cock pulsed in my hand when I saw the dress she wore was also a short one. From my angle I could see a mostly bared left thigh of my brunette beauty.

In this position, my cock head rubbed the lower part of the steering wheel. I looked down and saw I had smeared a generous amount of pre-cum across the leather. When I eased slowly back down in my seat I remained connected through a thin line of clear pre-cum. I grinned as I played another funny in my mind about my cock taking over the driving chores for a few minutes. It was driving me at the moment!

I thought of my beautiful commuting buddy again and stole another quick glance at her before looking back at the road ahead. Luckily it was quick as I nearly ran up the bumper of the tiny compact car in front of me. I grabbed the steering wheel and with both hands gripping tightly I slammed on my brakes.

First I looked down and saw the pre-cum connection to my steering wheel had been broken. Although my hard-on had not been affected as it still remained as hard as ever and even continued to drool out the tiny little hole.

When I returned my eyes back to my left I realized my hot brunette fantasy had drawn up even with me when we both had stopped. This time though she looked up and bright smiled emerged from under her sunglasses. I found my erection standing straight and tall when I put my hand back around it as my eyes remained fixed on her. I started stroking while she still looked up at me. I knew she couldn’t see anything below my window, however, I wasn’t sure what she could see on my face. I could feel my heart was pounding away as I glanced over into her car.

I could see well enough that she blushed before she looked away. But to my joy she looked back at me, giggling.

I was so turned on I could have cum right then, but I let go of my hard cock. As much as I wanted to cum so badly I also wanted this to last. It just felt so very good.

I put an arm over the steering wheel and rested my chin on my forearm, looking very nonchalant as I began slowly stroking myself once more. I knew the woman was still looking at me from time to time, but she couldn’t see my cock, she could however see my face. I did everything I could to keep a straight face not wanting to get caught, when I thought about that possibility though it only turned me on even more. My heart raced even faster as I glanced over into her car and my balls tingled. I knew I had to cum.

When I looked back at her she was making a sign this time, putting her head onto her hand and laughing. I figured she must have thought I was nodding off rather than doing what I was really doing. I shook my head and grinned at her letting her know I was okay, even though I knew I was actually ready to burst as I found myself stroking a hard pre-cum slicked cock for her.

She looked away for only a second before to my joy she looked back at me, Ankara escort giggling again.

That smile was so amazingly sexy.

Although I had tried to go slow in order to enjoy the fabulous sensations I shortly reached the point of no return and knew I was going to cum finally. But my options for not making a big mess were few. I could cum all over my hands and pants and arrive at work in an embarrassing mess or I could pull over, feigning a car problem then jack off in safety and comfort on the shoulder of the highway.

The latter option abruptly became unavailable as the traffic stopped and I was in the middle lane. No way to get to the side of the road. My impending orgasm would not wait.

Still looking down at her, I tried to control my face, not knowing how successful I was. It may have been the sudden rough pull on my throbbing hard cock or the sight of her gorgeous smiling face again but I fell right over the edge. I leaned back in the seat and started to pump as if the world was to end in the next few seconds.

Then it happened.

Without me needing to stroke it again, I started to have one! I could feel the cum rise up and shoot out the head of my swollen cock. I stared my brunette commuting friend straight in the eye, well, in her cute sunglasses as I shot my hot semen and she had no clue. I had to do my best not to show it in my face. It was a powerful orgasm as it just kept coming. I had not taken a breath in several seconds and I inhaled deeply as I squeezed my cock hard. I could feel every ridge and every elevated pulse as the cum dripped over my hand and down my stiff cock.

All the frustration of the morning commute was gone as I opened my eyes and looked back out my driver’s side window.

I found my sexy brunette friend had pulled forward leaving me alone with cum dripping down over my fist.

As I looked back down I also became aware of the true volume of semen my climax had produced. It was all over the steering wheel. It dripped down over the front edge of the seat, where between my dress shoes on the floor mat it had already begun to form little whitish puddles. I smiled even wider when I saw my cock had shot off with enough intensity to land one nice white stripe between the ’80’ and 100′ mile per hour marks on my speedometer.

The real good news was I didn’t see any on my dress pants or shirt.

At that point I remembered I had my sports bag on the back seat and there was a towel in it. As I reached back and grabbed the towel I noticed my brunette girl was back beside me. I looked down and saw her give me a wry smile and a shrug of those bare shoulders. I shrugged back wondering if she had indeed seen my cock let alone all my cum shoot up out of it.

Had I lifted my hips a little too high in my orgasmic pleasure?

I looked up and saw my face in the mirror. I was the one totally blushing now.

‘Honk!’ The car behind me blew an impatient horn.

I needed to move forward with traffic. As I did I worked to get my pants zipped back up as I pressed the accelerator and then the brake again.

I looked in my rear view mirror once more and saw a smile on my face that honestly reflected back I’d just had one of the best self-orgasms ever. And when I looked one last time back at my fantasy inspiring woman I saw her giggling and waving as she pulled on ahead.

I wonder if I’m the only horny guy that has found the great new pastime…getting off on commuting! As that was not the last time I’ve had a wonderful cum in my car on the way to or home from work.

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