Public Indecency 2
Before I begin, let me answer the question frequently asked by my readers, which is: "When is the next chapter cumming out?" Well, consider my writing a bit like Gravity Falls. The episodes come out on an irregular basis. For me it's simply a matter of time. It's hard for me to find time to write, but I will as I am able. So enjoy them when they happen!
Public Indecency 2: The continuation of a true story as told to me by my fuck buddy Jake, who lives in Portland, Oregon.
I had to admit, I was a bit surprised that the state trooper clapped handcuffs on me and put me in the back of the squad car. It seemed a bit excessive considering my "offense" was masturbating in front of a truck driver. There was not much I could do, so I figured I'd just go with the flow.
When we got to the county jail, they put me in a holding cell with a few other guys who had been picked up that day, and eventually, after taking my picture and fingerprinting me, they gave me my phone call. I called the office, and found out that someone was already on the way with bail money.
Needless to say, I was surprised when they told me I was "headed upstairs" to the main jail, where I was to spend the night. I figured that with bail already coming, I would get out that day. A bigger surprise was waiting for me...
There were two jail units. Some of the guys went into the first unit, while the rest of us, including me, went into the second unit. As soon as we got inside the unit, which was like a big bunkhouse, it was "old home week." I was the only guy that wasn't greeted by the other inmates by name.
Then came the surprise: It turned out that the other unit was for "low-risk" offenders. I had been placed in the unit with the guys who were awaiting trial for murder, drug-dealing, gang beatings and things like that. I came to find out that this is the sheriff's way of "taking care" of "perverts" in his county. I was careful to make sure that I didn't let anyone know the real reason for my arrest, making up a lame story about "getting into a tiff with a truck driver," which seemed to satisfy the other men.
My lawyer later told me that it is common to put sexual offenders in that unit, in the hopes they'll get raped. Fortunately for me, I got out just after dinner (if you could call the stuff on that tray dinner), and didn't have to spend the night. Again, the sheriff was hoping someone would find out what I was in for, and would get a chance to rape me before I got out, but it just didn't happen. Criminal justice at its best!
As my fellow employee drove me home, I again reflected on how I got to this point. Even thinking about it got me hard...
After my initial romp at the rest stop, I realized that I wanted more of what I had experienced. Much more! Being on the road a lot was a real benefit now, as I could fit it whatever sexual opportunities came my way with relative ease. I still got a kick out of showing off to truck drivers, not realizing that more than one was offended enough to call 911 and report me. Thankfully, no one ever got my license number, so the State Police couldn't figure out who I was, at least not for the moment. It never occurred to me that someone would successfully report me one day. Besides, when I was jacking off in front of truckers, I was in too much of a sexual fog to think about those potential consequences.
I had a few more encounters with drivers who saw me and indicated interest. One trucker motioned for me to follow, and I got off at the next rest stop and pulled up near his truck. This was a bit more risky, as it was broad daylight, so I couldn't exactly repeat my previous performance of blowing the guy out in the open.
I got out, and headed over to where he was parked. He stayed in the cab, with his window down.
"Hey there!" I said.
"Nice show. Wanna back it up with some real action?"
"Sure! What'cha got in mind?"
"Go around to the other side, and hop in, and I'll show you."
Needless to say, I was up in his cab in a heartbeat. I had barely settled into the seat when he reached over and slid his hand up my shorts leg. He found what he was looking for instantly, and began a nice sliding action as my cock grew to full hardness quickly.
"Hmm, nice and soft... Look, I've got a schedule, so this is gonna have to be fast. I like to get off while I drive, so if you don't mind, I'm just gonna suck you off and get back on the road. Blow and go, as they say..."
"Sure, if that's what you want, I'm good with that," I said, as I pulled down my shorts. The trucker immediately took my entire cock in his mouth down to the root and began bobbing up and down, slurping on my meat as if it was his first meal in days.
"Fuck! You keep up that pace and you'll be back on schedule in no time," I panted. And sure enough, within another minute I was blasting cum down his hungry throat. Both of us moaned in pleasure as I emptied my balls into his belly.
"Yeah! Now that's what I call a load," he said, wiping some cum from his chin that had leaked out. I had delivered plenty, as he was a great cock-sucker. "OK, hate to blow and run, but I don't wanna be late. Sorry to kick you out so quick, but, gotta go."
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll be unloading within about three miles or so," he said with a smile.
"OK, well, thanks for the nice time!"
"My pleasure," he said, and it was obvious he really meant it.
Truck drivers were pretty fun, I had to admit, but it wasn't long before I found another way to have fun on the road. I was headed North from Salem, and as I got on the freeway, there was a really cute looking guy hitchhiking at the top of the on-ramp. It was a warm summer day, and he was wearing nylon running shorts and had pulled his shirt off. I couldn't help myself. I knew what I wanted to do.
I pulled over to pick him up.
He came over to the open window of my truck. I had a really hot group fuck of twinks playing on the screen, and the volume was not exactly low. My cock was hard, and sticking out of my left shorts leg (I had quickly "adjusted" it there when I saw this guy hitching) and I was absently stroking it. He started a bit as he took in the scene.
"Where are you headed?"
"Umm, Portland. Umm, Gresham, actually," he stammered as he continued to asses the situation.
"I can take you to 205, but that's where I have to get off." I chuckled at the idea that he might be "getting off" sooner than that. "If you don't mind riding with a pervert," I added.
He gave a slight shrug. A ride was a ride, after all. "Yeah, sure, whatever..." and he tossed his gear in the back and jumped in the front seat, and we took off.
Once we got going, there was the usual chit-chat about where he was going, what he was doing, that sort of thing. I introduced myself and found out his name was Cliff, he was 22, and on summer break from college. I noticed, as we talked, that he was having a hard time keeping his eyes from wandering to both the video I was playing, and to my cock, which by this time was slick with pre-cum. Finally, Cliff brought up the obvious.
"If you don't mind my asking, why do you jerk off in your car like this? Doesn't it embarrass you? What if someone sees you?"
"I don't mind you asking, in fact I'd be surprised if you didn't. I'm on the road a lot, and it get's boring. A guy can only listen to so many books on tape, and then it all becomes more noise. Blah, blah, blah, if you know what I mean." Cliff nodded. "Jacking off makes the time fly by. As for being seen, I get seen all the time, and it's great fun!"
The startled expression on the boy's face was priceless. "What?!? You gotta be kidding! Who do you show off to?" Cliff had clearly figured out I was showing off to others, the question in his mind was who.
"Truck drivers, mostly. As high as they sit, you can't hide much of anything. Also, as of today, hitchhikers, like you."
The embarrassed grin on the boy's face gave him away. So did the bulge that had grown in his running shorts during our conversation. His nylon shorts didn't hide anything, and I filed that fact away for future use. I might want to be more daring in the future, and nylon shorts might be a way to do it.
"Don't the truckers get offended? I mean, I can't imagine manly truck drivers wanting to watch another guy wank his cock."
"Most of those guys are on the road days at a time. They'll take any entertainment they can get, and many of them are willing participants too."
"No shit! I'd never have guessed that."
"Yep! Face it, if you haven't had any for a while, watching anther guy get it on, or better yet, getting some from a guy, can be fun. Look, I can see you're getting hot. Why not pull your cock out and have some fun. I'll show you how the trucker's like it."
"I don't know..." he said, hesitating.
"Just try it. If it's not for you, put it away."
He pulled his running shorts down, looking around nervously, and started gently stroking his cock.
"Nice size! How long is that thing?" I asked.
He was clearly proud of his length, for good reason. "Seven and a half inches. I think it was because I jacked off so much as a kid."
"Maybe, but I think it has more to do with genetics. Nice cock, nonetheless."
We passed a couple of cars and an SUV, and I could see that Cliff was nervous about someone seeing something.
"Relax. We're high enough in this thing that no one can see you except the truckers. But that will happen soon enough," I said as we approached one. "Just keep that thing out and obvious, and give it a nice spanking as we go by. If the truck driver likes it, you'll hear his engine speed up a bit as he tracks our speed. If that happens, face him and give him a big smile."
Traffic was light, so I was able to take my time as we passed the truck's cab. Sure enough, I heard the engine rev a bit, and we both turned and smiled. The driver was leering at us both, clearly enjoying the show. I stayed alongside for a minute or so until some cars came up from behind, then finished passing the truck. The driver gave a couple of honks of appreciation.
"See what I mean? Definitely an appreciative audience! More than once I've had a trucker lead me to a rest stop for some action."
"Really? No shit! What do you do with them?"
I could see that the boy was getting hotter by the second. He was no longer stroking just to show off, he was clearly enjoying getting off in my car. I decided it was time to make a move on him. I had to be careful, though, because I had no idea if the kid was gay or not, and I didn't want to ruin my chances by coming on to strong.
"So far it's been blowjobs, sometimes they give me one, but most of the time I end of drinking from their fountain. It's really hot! Wanna give it a try? I'll be happy to blow you, and you don't have to do anything in return if you don't want to."
"I don't know, man. I'm not into guys."
"So you've never had a blow job from another guy?"
"Nah. Only a couple of chicks, and neither of them really liked doing it."
"That's not unusual. In my experience, the best blowjobs are done by other guys, since they know firsthand what feels good, and they also because they really want to do it!"
"Really? Why?"
"Well, for me, the feeling of a warm cock in my mouth is only surpassed by the taste and feel of that same cock blasting cum past my tongue. It's incredibly hot knowing the feelings coursing through another guy's body when his sperm is pumping hard into your mouth."
By this time Cliff was drooling precum all over his cock and his hand. The video on the screen was still stimulating his sexual appetite, and I could see that I was about to get a chance to feast on some youthful cum.
"So, how about it? Want to get the best blowjob you've ever had in your life?"
The boy closed his eyes for a moment as he continued to stroke his cock, thinking about what might be...
"I don't know... I mean, well, OK, I guess."
"OK, well then, you'd better lighten up on that stroking. I don't want you to cum before I get a chance at you." Cliff slowed down, though I could see he didn't really want to.
I pulled off at the next off ramp, and drove for a couple of minutes to a fairly secluded spot where I knew traffic would be light. It wasn't perfectly private, but then again, I though if a passerby saw us, that would be hot anyway. The back of my SUV had the seats down, so there was plenty of space for our activity in the back. I motioned to the kid, and we both got out and into the back.
I realized the kid was so hot, he had moved from the front to the back without putting his shorts back on. I looked around, wondering if anyone saw his naked form, but I couldn't see anyone. Turns out I was wrong...
Once settled, I reached over and grabbed Cliff's rigid meat. "Looks like someone is happy to see me," I said as I gave it a couple of light strokes. Cliff moaned lightly in response.
Not want to waste time, I took him into my mouth. My experience with truckers, plus some additional practice with a rather large dildo, made it fairly easy to swallow the boy's cock to all the way to the root. I started bobbing up and down, giving him some tongue action as I moved.
"Oh fuck! Shit! That's so fucking, uhh! Oh man, that's fucking awesome!"
It was obvious the kid was already really close, so I just sucked him for all he was worth. It didn't even take a minute, and I had my reward.
"Oh fuck! I'm gonna... Oh! Uhh! Unhhh! Fuck! Unhhh!"
The boy was involuntarily fucking my face now, and I kept going as he unloaded blast after blast of youthful energy into my hungry mouth. I swallowed vigorously just to keep up, there was so much!
"Oh fuck! Stop! Stop! Fuck! Shit!"
I backed off my efforts, and just held him in my mouth as he came down. He gave a couple more small squirts, which I happily swallowed, and then slowly pulled out of my mouth. It took him a minute or two to regain his composure.
"Man, that was hot," he panted.
"Told you, guys give the best blowjobs, no two ways about it."
We got back into the front, and got back on the freeway. Eventually I dropped him at the 205, and he thanked me for both the ride and the blow. I headed on towards my next stop thinking that all had gone swimmingly.
What I didn't know was that about a minute after I pulled back onto the freeway, a State Trooper pulled off the freeway responding to a call about a couple of guys, one of them buck naked, having sex in the back of an SUV. The elderly lady who had called in didn't get the license plate, but she had a rough description of the vehicle. It matched the description of one that had been seen by multiple truck drivers who had called in about a guy exposing himself to them.
The net was getting tighter...
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