During the warm summer months, I remove the top and doors off my Jeep. I love the feeling of the sun and wind on my body as I drive along. This goes well with my fetish for wearing short shorts. I feel more exposed as I drive along knowing everyone can easily see how short and tight my shorts are.
One day I visited the local adult novelty store and found a very realistic looking silicone cock. It was not ridiculously large, but still quite big. I had a naughty thought when I saw it. I imagined driving around with it buried deep in me. I quickly bought it and took it home.
That evening I glued it to a nylon strap and fixed it to the seat in my Jeep. In the privacy of my garage, I put some lube on it, stripped down and sat on it. The feeling of it slowly sliding in me was exquisite. It filled me and when I moved just a little, it sent tingles all through me. I then got off of it and went in the house to put on the perfect pair of shorts to wear for a drive.
They are made of a shiny red satin material with white trim. They are styled after the gym shorts of the 70’s and early 80’s. If you look at my profile you can see me in them. The best feature of them is an opening in the back which is also trimmed in white.
I put them on with a t-shirt that has the arms cut off and the bottom cut off so it barely touches the shorts. I also threw a normal pair of shorts in a little zip up bag and threw it in the back just in case I had to get out of the Jeep for some reason.
I went around to the driver’s seat and positioned myself over the artificial cock. The opening in the shorts is perfectly placed so all I had to do was lower myself on it. The feeling was exquisite. No one could tell by looking at me that I was sitting on a cock while wearing some naughty little shorts. I placed the seatbelt on and tightened the lap belt as tight as I could. This gave me the feeling that I was trapped on it or having it forced in me.
I could not resist now, I started the Jeep, opened the garage door and went out for an evening drive. The experience of driving around with the feeling of the cock deep in me was so arousing, I soon had quite a wet spot forming on the front of my shorts. At stop lights, some people would glance over at me and smile when they saw me in short shorts. If they only knew the whole story !
As it was approaching midnight, there was very little traffic on the streets. I found myself rubbing my hard cock through the satin material and quickly came. I was driving down a normally busy shopping area that was brightly lit. The danger of being caught like this made me cum like I never had before. The front of my shorts were soaked.
The drive home took about 15 minutes and the feeling of shifting gears and pumping the clutch in the soaked shorts felt so hot. I was soon hard again. I rubbed myself to another orgasm in the wonderfully sloppy cum filled shorts just before I got home.
Once back in the garage, I cleaned up and washed the shorts. As I was doing so, I got the idea of taking a drive out in the country and driving on some of the offroad trails. The thought of bouncing around with the silicone cock in me sounded fun.
I had to wait for a couple of days for the weekend and as the time drew near, I got more and more excited. On Saturday morning, I dressed in the red shorts and cutoff t-shirt and left the house at dawn.
It was about an hour drive to one of the country roads that are nothing more than two ruts going up and down the hills. The anticipation and then the feeling of bouncing around on the cock had me dripping with excitement. A very prominent wet spot had formed on the front of my shorts. I was just thinking about how I was going to make the feeling last as long as possible when a sharp rock punctured my left rear tire. I could not believe it. It was only the second flat I have ever had and it had to happen today.
I stopped and got out to check the tire. Carefully raising myself off the cock, I was lucky no one was around. I figured I had better put on some regular shorts so I could change the tire. To my surprise, the bag containing the shorts was not in the back. I then remembered taking it out and forgetting to bring it along today.
There I was, stuck on a lonely trail dressed like I was. I thought thankfully the place was deserted and quickly got on with the job of changing the flat. Every now and then I looked around to be sure no one was coming.
I first loosened the lug nuts, then placed the jack under the Jeep. I was kneeling on one knee cranking on the jack when I heard a voice behind me, “Having trouble?”
I gasped at being caught and managed to mumble that I had a flat while driving around in the trails. He said he was out for a hike. I had not hear him approach at all.
He was good looking, about my age and was wearing some Adidas sprinter shorts that had side splits all the way up the leg.