It was early August of 1995 but it seems like yesterday. I had been offered a trip to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway for the Brickyard 400, it was only the second year that Nascar was running races there, but I was excited when the owner of the company offered it to me. The trip was originally supposed to go to another department head but the owner felt that they didn't deserve it and knew that I loved Nascar. What could I say except that I would love to go and grabbed the tickets and started to try and figure out whom I could take with? Up to now my wife had never been to a race and wasn't even interested in it. I asked some of my friends at work but every one was busy that weekend, so my wife finally agreed to go.
We flew down there as part of the trip package, the flight only taking about an hour, as we where in the air I was listening on my police scanner. I originally took it with to be able to listen to the drivers and pit crews.
But this day as I started programming in the frequencies I hit the scan button and started scanning phone frequencies that I sometimes use at home listing to phone conversations well I was shocked because up there in the sky I was receiving tons of conversations. More than I had ever been able to receive on the ground. It doesn't happen very often but every once and a while you hear a hot conversation and well I got to listen in on a few on my flight. This of course was doing something inside me that I hadn't realized until the next day when we where at the racetrack.
The weather was rainy and cool, we where part of a group that had won the trip and where given the same color shirts, hats, and rain gear for the day. You could tell anyone with our group a mile away from what we where wearing. They had a nice big tent setup. The kind that they use for weddings with walls, air conditioning and the works. It had a big food buffet, bar and TVs. Like I said it had the works. Most of the morning dragged on and on as the rain fell on and off, not exactly what you want for racing, so we spent most of the time talking to other people. One of the highlights of the morning was a trip though the garage area where there would be car owners, drivers and pit crews working on their shiny racecars. One of the requirements is to wear long pants, which I did bring with me so I told the wife that I would go to the washrooms and change and would see her after the pit tours. That was totally fine with her because she was totally not interested in going.
I made my way around the grounds trying to find the building and found that they had built some nice new facilities the building where big compared the huts that they used to have. The old buildings where almost as bad as the ones you find at the state parks with just a hole in the ground. As I entered I noticed only a few men there and noticed that they had long troughs that where used for urinals, feeling the need I moved to the back of the building and unzipped and started reliving myself, this felt great since I hadn't gone all morning. As I stood there that warm familiar feeling crept over me, I was standing there with my penis in my hand with maybe one other guy in that row. I felt like I was peeing forever. The other guy left and I looked up and noticed that it seemed like the outhouse was emptying out. I finished peeing and walked away to a stall where I could change from my shorts into my long pants.
As I changed I left the door to the stall open because now there was no one else there except myself and this sudden horniness that had to be relived. It needed to be relived right now as I felt as if I was going to explode inside. I took advantage of the situation and felt a huge rush of warmth flow though my body knowing that if I started doing it right there and right now I might get caught with some poor guy coming in to relive him self. But some how that turned me on all the more. I started rubbing over my briefs as I stumbled around trying to keep my shorts and then my pants from dragging on the muddied wet floor; I managed to hobble back over to the trough and couldn't stand it. The more I rubbed the harder I was getting. With every moment of time passing the possibility of being caught was increasing more and more. But that seemed to be turning me on for some reason. I slid my briefs down under my balls and released my manhood. By now I was very hard and oozing precum that was adding my hand with a natural lubricant. I could feeling the veins and the ridge of my head as I stroked up and down my now rigged cock, I could feel my balls sucked tightly against my body as they got ready to release their swimmers. The feeling was growing and growing as I felt the heat building up inside now. It wasn't going to be much longer. If only I could have one more minute alone. The sounds of people walking and talking just out side the walls was helping to fire up the fear of being caught. That's when I exploded, shooting gobs of cum into the trough, watching as it hit the back wall of the trough, then running down as it mixed with the wetness of pee that was left behind. This vision was keeping my body and mind excited, as I seemed to continue shooting for a seemed to be a long time. As my body settled down back to a normal state I looked around and noticed that I was still alone, so I quickly finished dressing. I stopped for a minute and though about the cum that was left there and wondered if I should wash it down some, but then though of having someone else see it made me grin. So I turned and left it there for the next guy to wonder about. I quickly moved over to wash my hands and left my new found fun house.
Needles to say I missed the tour group and took my own private tour and took some awesome pictures of my favorite teams... Yes the rain did subside and they did manage to get in the race. Sitting high in the stands I listened to the race through my scanner, with my wife sitting next to me reading a Steven King book as the cars roared bye never stopping to look up at the race. And me with a total feeling of sexual fulfillment.
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