Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2015 06:19:21 -0700 From: Boifukr Subject: Public Indecency: Public Indecency 1 Public Indecency 1 A true story as told to me by my fuck buddy Jake, who lives in Portland, Oregon. "OK, I'm going to arrest you now." I thought for sure I had dodged the bullet, but no, I was headed to jail, and in front of my boss and co-workers too. I had pulled into the parking lot at work in my Ford Explorer only to be greeted by an Oregon State Trooper, who was also a fairly good-looking girl as well. I thought about how I might lose my job, and my wife certainly was not going to be happy, that was for sure! Looking back, I guess this was the inevitable outcome of what I was doing, but when the little head thinks for the big head it can be easy to get into trouble. How in the world did I get here? Well, pretty easily, to be truthful. It started innocently enough (if you can call anything about this innocent). I have a little over a half-hour commute between home in Southern Portland and my job in Salem, most of it on I-5. Not very bad traffic, but kinda boring. So I modified the video system in my truck so that I could play movies while I drive. At first, I would look at regular movies, but I recently got some software that allows me to record streaming video off the Internet, and soon I had some of my favorite gay and bisexual sex flicks loaded into the system. One thing leads to another, and soon I was jacking off on my way into and home from work. I was always careful on the way in not to cum, but I found that I could squirt into my jeans on the way home, and my wife never noticed the damp area (I don't wear underwear). As summer approached, I shifted into wearing shorts. Most of my shorts have pretty small inseams (about 4 inches) by design (I have a gal who modifies regular jeans into shorts and also longer legged shorts for me), so I can fish my cock out through the leg and stroke to my heart's content. I usually kick my sandals off and drive barefoot, which adds to the excitement a bit. One early summer day going home, I was in one of those "truck passing truck" situations, and I had a great bisexual orgy vid playing on the screen. I was pumping my cock for all it was worth as I slowly passed a semi truck, not thinking about what the driver might be able to see. His horn startled me out of my sexual fog, and I looked over to see the driver with a big grin on his face, pumping his fist up and down and then giving me a thumbs-up. I was a bit embarrassed, but kept on stroking. There were no cars behind me wanting to pass at that moment, so I matched his speed, and continued vigorously stroking until I came all over myself. A big mess I was going to have to explain, but both of us had fun! Indeed, I did have some explaining to do once I got home, and my wife was not happy that I had jerked off in the truck that way (she still did not know about the videos). "What if someone saw you?" she said, her voice tinged with anger. "I was careful." Which was true (I was careful to make sure the driver could see me well). Of course after that I was not careful. I made sure as I passed trucks on I-5 that I drove slowly enough for them to see me. Sometimes the driver reacted with disgust, but most of the time I got smiles, along with many thumbs-up signs. Interestingly, I learned to tell when they were interested: As I slowly passed, I would hear a hissing sound, followed by a slight increase in the speed of the engine as they matched their speed to mine. Then one early summer evening something happened that took things to the next level. I had been at work late, and by the time I headed home it was dark. There wasn't much traffic, and as I came up on this one truck, I decided to give him a show. I took off my shirt, and opened my shorts up, completely exposing myself, and turned on the map light so that everything was clearly visible in the dark. When I came parallel with the driver, I matched my speed to his to give him plenty of opportunity to see me. Since it was dark, I couldn't see his reaction, but I noticed his truck sped up slightly to match my speed. After a few moments, I could see another car coming up in the distance, so I pulled in front of the truck and waited for the other guy to pass. I pulled back out, only to see another car coming, so I pulled back and waited. Eventually I was alongside the truck driver again, continuing my show. Pre-cum was flowing freely, and I scooped it up and brought it to my mouth a few times, adding to the spectacle. When I saw another car coming, I dropped behind the truck, so I could see when it would be clear next time. I would pull alongside, then drop back, and so on. A few miles later, the driver blinked his lights and turned on his right blinker, just as we were passing a sign indicating a rest stop was ahead. It was obvious where this was going, and I flashed my headlights in response. We both got off at the rest stop, and he made his way to the truck parking area. I pulled in a couple of spaces away, and he got out to "check his load," playing with tie-downs and such. I got out and walked up to him, rubbing the front of my shorts. "Nice truck," I said, looking for something to start the conversation. "Nice show," he said as he slid his hand up the leg of my shorts and began stroking my cock. By this time I was drooling pre-cum, which he smeared all over my cock and balls. The truck was parked in the last space next to the grassy area between the rest stop and the freeway, so the driver led me around to that side of his truck, where we were shielded from anyone who might see us, except for anyone driving by who happened to glance our way at the right moment. It wouldn't be easy to see us from the freeway, as there were a number of trees in the way, so the location was private enough... He fondled me a bit more, and I unzipped my shorts and gave him a better view. He followed my lead, and unzipped his jeans (no underwear either, how delightful!) and pulled out his cock which was definitely nicely sized (I'm guessing about 7 inches) and hardening rapidly. We stroked each other for a minute or so, and I unsnapped the top of my shorts and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them. It was then I decided to do something that changed everything: I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth. My first cock sucking experience ever. I'd read enough on Nifty to know what to do, and my wife had given me blowjobs when we first got married (though she didn't really like to do it, and had long since stopped). So there I am, on the side of the freeway, in view of cars passing by, buck naked with my cock erect, giving a blowjob to a truck driver! "Shit! You're really into this, aren't you?" The truck driver was really enjoying my efforts, buried his hands in my hair, and began to fuck my face. I had played with a fake cock before, and had learned to take it all the way down my throat, just because it felt so sexy. My training was paying off! I was able to take his entire 7 inches with only a little effort. "Fuck! This is fucking awesome! Oh yeah! Suck me, faggot!" His dirty language was turning me on even more! I gave over completely to his face-fucking, let go of him, and both hands to stroke my cock and ru pull on my ballsack, letting his hands and cock hold me upright. A couple of cars must have deciphered what was going on, because we got two sets of appreciative honks while he used my mouth as his fuck toy. Suddenly, I felt his already huge cock expand even more. "Shit... gonna cum!" That was all the warning I got, and suddenly I felt the first of many blasts of cum hitting the back of my throat. As he grunted in pleasure, I quickly backed up enough to enjoy the taste of his semen on my tongue, and somehow managed to keep swallowing the entire load. His spurts triggered my own orgasm, and I fired several shots onto the grass in front of me. I had never cum so hard in my life! "Holy shit, that was incredible!" was all he could say after we had both been drained. He zipped back up and walked back to his truck, leaving me there, naked and dazed. As his engine started, I finally came around enough to find my shorts, pull them on and head back to the car. As I pulled onto the freeway, I noticed a state trooper pulling off at the rest stop, but didn't think much of it. He must have stayed there for a while, because I didn't see any troopers the rest of the way home. I figured his stop there was merely a routine check. It should have been a clue... As always, comments and lewd remarks are welcome at boifukr@gmail.com. ============================================