I was horny as hell from having edged off and on for a few days. Earlier in the day I was driving my big rig in pretty light freeway traffic wearing sweats with no underwear. I got horny again after stopping for fuel and catching the clerk staring (with a slight smile) at the outline of my cock head through my sweat pants. I’m not particularly well endowed, pretty average in both looks and penis size, but that doesn’t stop the outline of my cockhead from showing through, especially with the flimsy sweats I was wearing. Once I got back out on the freeway, I couldn’t help but pull my sweat pants down around my ankles as I drove. I sit pretty high up in the seat and could only imagine getting caught as another truck would pass by or maybe even a car being able to see the reflection in the mirror. I must have drove for a couple hours with my pants around my ankles, slowly edging myself, getting near an orgasm and then I would stop, then more light touching and bringing myself back rock hard, enjoying the tingling sensation of a light touch on my tight balls and rock hard cock, bringing myself near an orgasm yet again, and again. Once I got near a scalehouse I decided to pull my sweats back up, I could play more later, besides, I didn’t really want to try and explain anything to the weigh-master.
I finally decided to park for the night in a fairly empty rest area. As I pulled in and came to a stop I could already feel my cock starting to get hard. Knowing the rest area was mostly deserted, and since it was after dark, I decided to leave the privacy curtains open as I undressed in the sleeper area of my truck. My cock stood out proud as I released him from the confines of those sweat pants. I stood there completely naked basking in the glow of the dim parking area street lamp as it shined through the windows dimly lighting the fullness of my now fully naked body. One last quick glance around to make sure nobody had seen me, although the exhibitionist in me secretly hoped that someone was indeed watching, then after a few moments more I stepped into the sleeper. I laid back on the bed enjoying how the dim streetlight danced across my nakedness. With a feather light touch I began to rub my fingertips across my abdomen, down along my hips, over my upper thighs, back up to gently caress my ballsack that was now getting tight and tingling from deep within, up my shaft for a few strokes, up-and-down, circling under the ridge of my cockhead, then lightly stroking the shaft again, up and down, up-and-down, but quickly letting go as I was ready to explode. My cock was taught and throbbing. I enjoyed being this close to an orgasm, ready to explode, reeling in pure ecstasy. I marveled at just how beautiful my cock looked, the streetlight casting shadows yet highlighting my throbbing member and ever so tight ballsack. I was riding that fine line, riding so close to an orgasm without cumming, pure enjoyment of being on the edge of shooting cum everywhere. After a bit the throbbing eased and my cock began to soften slightly, then, without thinking I reached up and turned on one of the sleeper lights. I was now fully illuminated, laying naked in my sleeper and fully exposed should anyone happen by and look in.
My cock became fully erect again, rock hard and throbbing so hard it almost hurt. With one hand I began using Featherlite touches tracing the outline oh my cock and balls, with the other hand I reached over and turned on the main light. The inside of the truck was now fully illuminated to the point I could barely see anything outside, or anyone for that matter. I completely laid back and enjoyed being so fully exposed, knowing anyone could walk or drive by and see my nakedness, so vulnerable, so horny, throbbing, no longer caring if someone looked in. The thoughts of being seen in such a horny vulnerable state combined with the rock hard throbbing sensation had my cock leaking cum, I needing to cum, I needing more. I involuntarily tensed and I couldn’t hold out any longer, my cock got harder than it’s ever been as a huge stream of cum gushed out. I grabbed my shaft and pumped fast and hard as stream after stream of cum continued shooting high in the air. Some of the cum oozed onto my cockhead and provided some much needed lubrication as I pumped faster and harder. My balls felt so good being jerked up and down from the vigorous pounding my cock was taking…
I finally collapsed, heart racing, breathing heavily, and enjoying the fleeting waves of a mind-blowing orgasm. After laying there for a few moments enjoying the aftermath from one of the best orgasms in a long time I decided maybe I should clean up, or at least close the privacy curtains, and wouldn’t you know it, just as the curtains closed I caught a glimmer of headlights pulling into the rest area from behind. Kinda left me wondering, had that truck pulled in mere minutes earlier, would the exhibitionist in me have enjoyed an even more intense orgasm, or would the shy (reasonable, logical, sensible) side of me jumped up and closed the curtains (ruining a perfectly good orgasm)?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kuu6ry/just_me_ch_1_edging_mild_exhibitionism