The other day while stuck in traffic I had a raging hardon. It was the kind that doesn't go away in a few minutes if you just ignore it. It was the kind that gets painful if you don't do something about it.
I tried rubbing it through my pants, but that only managed to enrage the thing and make it even harder.
The traffic wasn't going anywhere and neither was my erection. I could only deal with one high-pressure situation at a time and since I can't control what thousands of other drivers do I decided that I had to relieve my aching cock.
Quickly scanning the cars around me to see if anyone would have a good enough angle to make out what I was doing I opened my pants and let my cock spring forth into the air.
Now masturbation was a sport to me growing up, I had pounded my cock raw many a time. So the prospect of trying to jerk off without anyone seeing me didn't seem like too big a task.
I didn't have anything to use as a lubricant so I knew this was gonna be dry, which was okay because I always get done quicker that way.
I began stroking my cock trying to keep the movements below the level of the door so that what I was doing wasn't too obvious to anyone that happened to glance my way.
Like most men when I'm really into a sexual experience whether it be with a single partner, many partners, or like now by myself I got tunnel vision. I lost all track of the things around me and didn't realize that the lane beside me was moving. All of the low sitting cars that hadn't yielded a view into my truck moved ahead and a bus came up along side me and stopped.
For a few more minutes I worked my cock trying to get to that oh so wonderful feeling at the end.
When I came it shot up onto the dashboard of my truck and as I came back to reality I heard the sounds of excited girls cheering and applauding. I looked out my window and saw a charter bus full of the girls' basketball team from a local college.
