Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2021 04:26:15 +0000
From: pmmls <pmmls@protonmail.com>
Subject: Misadventures of a Horny Boy - Part 4: The Car

When I first discovered masturbation, it was much less result-focused than
it eventually became, only being about exploring new things and feeling
good in the process. Without any guidance, it even took me some time to
discover the convenience of using my hand instead of humping pillows or
plushies.

I was only about ten at the time, still at the very beginning of puberty
but all the more curious and eager to learn about sexual things as those
were supposed to be for grown-ups only. Getting started so early had a few
perks, namely quite a lot of stamina and a lack of semen. Of course I was
anxiously awaiting my first ejaculation, but even back then I couldn't deny
the convenience of having orgasms without making a mess.

In fact, I rather made the most of it.

There was a time where all I needed to start masturbating was a boner and a
way to hide it. Of course my own room offered the most convenience but I
wasn't exactly picky.

Public bathrooms, changing stalls at the pool or mall, our laundry room
while doing chores, or really any closed room when I was left alone for a
few minutes was good enough for a quick wank. One evening when dad and I
were watching TV on our couch, I jacked off under the blanket while dad
went to the kitchen during a commercial break. He couldn't have been away
for more than two or three minutes, but as I was getting increasingly
daring, I took any opportunity to whip out my little boner and rub it until
it sent shivers through my body with no traces left aside from a flushed
face and quiet gasps.

At some point, I probably got a little too daring.

I often stayed over at my best friend's place. It wasn't rare that I went
home with him after school and then stayed until evening. Since dad worked
a lot, it actually worked out pretty well.

One time when I was 12, I had stayed there all afternoon again and well
into the evening. Usually I took the bus back home or rode my bike if I had
it with me, but I didn't on that day and since it was starting to get dark,
my best friend's mom offered to drive me.

I was hesitant to accept, mainly because I didn't want to be a bother and
my home wasn't so far off that a bus ride was out of the question even at
night. Still, she insisted and I agreed.

So with my backpack in tow, I said goodbye to my best friend and followed
his mom to their car. I liked her and had known her for years by then, but
it was still always a bit awkward to be alone with a friend's parent.

I got onto the passenger seat and put on the seat belt, but almost right
after sitting down, my best friend's mom got up again and told me she had
to go back to the house because she had forgotten something. Since there
was no need for me to tag along, I waited in the car and watched in the
side mirror as she disappeared through the front yard.

As I waited, I felt something stir inside my pants, and immediately I asked
myself: do I have enough time to jack off?

It probably hadn't even been a minute since I was left alone in the car,
but it felt like a long time already. On one hand it could mean that my
best friend's mom was about to return, but on the other there was the
possibility that it would take longer and I'd have enough time to take care
of the erection starting to tent my pants. My orgasms were still dry then
and masturbation had become so much of a routine that it became hard to
resist opportunities to try something new and exciting.

I nervously looked around. It was a quiet neighborhood and no one else was
out on the street. The sun had only started to set, so if anyone did happen
to pass by, they could easily see me through the car windows, not to
mention that my best friend's mom was bound to return, and by the time I
could see her approach, it'd be to late to hide any exposed genitalia or
suspicious hand movements.

But what horny boy decides for the reasonable option when there's the
promise of an orgasm.

I swiftly fished my dick out of the fly of my pants and got started right
away. Jacking off in this car was strangely arousing. It had the security
of an indoor space, but I was still out in the open, easily seen by anyone
in the area. I was fully clothed, even had the seat belt on, and it felt so
naughty to work my dick as if there was no tomorrow. Probably, because it
felt like there would very much be no tomorrow if anyone discovered what I
was doing.

As time passed, I kept glancing back, hoping I wouldn't see my best
friend's mom. I could usually get off in about two minutes, maybe less if I
was especially horny. But that day I had already jacked off twice in the
bathroom, so my dick needed a little more stimulation than I felt
comfortable with in such a precarious situation. The risk was paradoxically
arousing though.

My breathing soon became more labored and I involuntarily let out gasps,
still looking around to make sure I was alone until I could feel my orgasm
build up. I increased the tempo, briefly not caring anymore if the car was
visibly rocking up and down or if anyone saw me through the windows. And
then I came.

I shoved my hip up against the pressure of the seat belt and my hand, my
dick just barely poking out of my tightly closed fist, and felt the
familiar ecstatic pulses of an orgasm. But something was different. I can't
even say anymore if it was more intense, but it felt like there was more
strain on my dick than usual. Maybe because this was my third orgasm of the
day, but maybe also because droplets of a watery liquid were oozing out of
my twitching boner. There was so little of it, it didn't even make it past
my half-retracted foreskin at first. From what I'd learned in sex ed, read
in books, or seen in what little porn I'd watched at the time, I had
expected an ejaculation to be a lot more impressive, with cum actually
shooting out and being thicker and more white than transparent. I briefly
wondered if it even was cum, but it didn't feel like I had to go and the
thought of just having had my first ejaculation was much more exciting.

Even beyond my afterglow, I was stunned. The outside world temporarily
slipped my mind as I just stared at my dick and the glob of liquid slowly
spreading over my glans. I carefully moved my hand around, as if on reflex,
and accidentally spilled this first tiny load of mine over my
fingers. Immediately, I pinched my foreskin together, desperate to prevent
dripping anything onto my pants. Thankfully, there wasn't much to spill, so
I just awkwardly shuffled in my seat, using my left hand to tuck my
softening dick back where it belonged and couldn't cause any trouble. Then
I slowly moved my right hand towards my face, both curious and excited to
examine the proof that I wasn't just a kid anymore.

The side of my index finger was glistening in the spots where my cum
spilled over, and I gave it a quick sniff. It didn't smell of much. If
anything, I only noticed the smell of my dick on my hand. Then I dabbed my
tongue against it, only to be similarly underwhelmed. The taste was faint
and a little strange, somewhat salty but hard to put into words.

I couldn't think about it much anyway, because I heard the driver's door
open and flinched so hard I accidentally scratched my face.

Of course I tried hard to act cool, like nothing noteworthy happened in the
car since I was left to my own devices, but that alone should tell you how
successful I was. My face must have been bright red and I hoped dearly that
the car didn't smell like a boy with no self-control had just jacked off in
it.

My best friend's mom didn't comment on anything though and she just turned
on the radio and drove onto the road. I felt so embarrassed, I didn't dare
say a word as classical music filled the silence. Had she caught me in the
act? She returned so soon after my orgasm that it was absolutely possible,
but maybe I'd been lucky enough that my dick had already been out of sight
by the time she reached the driveway. Either way, she saw me sniffing and
licking my still sticky hand which was odd enough that she definitely knew
something was up. As if I wasn't embarrassed enough already, every passing
second made me more aware that my fly was still wide open and I had no way
of changing that without drawing attention to it.

Eventually, she started making small talk, but I don't remember what she
said. My mind was still too occupied with the fact that my balls were
finally more than just a decorative attachment below my favorite toy, and
that the mother of my best friend and crush had potentially witnessed how I
found out about that.

To this day I don't know if she knew what I did in her car. If she did, she
never let it show and I am both grateful for that and curious if she had
maybe caught my best friend doing something similar. If she was just cool
about things or used to the fact that growing boys have a hard time keeping
their hard-ons in their pants.

Safe to say though, that I didn't risk jacking off in a car again. Not only
did I have my fill of entirely avoidable danger, but I also lost the
privilege of getting away with orgasms wherever I wanted. My cum was still
watery for a while, but it gradually increased in amount over the next few
months. Of course being too horny for my own good still made me come up
with ways to deal with that while jacking off at various places, but it
never felt quite as simple again as when there was nothing to dispose
of. But maybe that's for the better...