A lone summer drive leads to a little solo-fun.

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It's summer. The highway stretches in front of me and I can feel the sun beating down on me. The wind rushes past as I drive my Mustang convertible up I-35 to Northern Minnesota.

It's my favorite time of year, the suns out and I can drive. I spend some long hours driving, too long, sometimes. And it's when I'm driving alone, daydreaming, that I just can't help myself.

The sun beating down on me is heating up my crotch. I can feel it soaking into my cock and causing it to grow like a tree. So I just have to rub it, touch it. A hard-on is a terrible thing to waste. And I rarely waste an opportunity to blow my nuts and it doesn't matter if it's in someone’s willing mouth or ass, on their face or chest, or on my chest.

And so here I am, driving north, the sun, the wind and me on the road. I reach into my shorts and feel my hardness pressed between flesh and cloth and driving my length down toward my knee. I rub it, stretching it out, pressing it.

I take off my shirt, leaving the seat belt my chests only covering. My nipples are hard and the breeze rippling the hairs on my chest and abs as I push the accelerator down.

I've left the Twin Cities and head north, the landscape loses the urban sprawl and picks up the rustic pine tree and maple canopy that drives tourists’ nuts in the fall. The radio blasts some Rock into the air, I'm communing with man and nature. The steady beat of the pavement adds to the beat of the blood pulsing in my cock. I know I can't hold out much longer and I hit the cruise control.

I drop from reality, thinking of the hot cock swallowed over the weekend. The tasty load sent gushing down my throat, the white hot load I sent up his ass. I reach for my waist and unbutton my shorts. Then the zipper, with a metal purr I feel the heat of the sun hit my briefs. I lift my hips and slide my shorts down my legs. I pull them off and throw them to the floor on the passengers’ side. I'm sitting in my 2(x)ist briefs, the one with the horizontal fly, form fitting. I see the head of my cock peeking out the leg band, soaking up the sun like some snake in the grass.

I lick my fingers and rub its head. My spit joins the clear juice that's beaded by the slit. I touch the drop and rub my fingers into it and bring it up to my tongue. I relish the salty taste as it spreads across my buds. I drop my hand down and rub more. I grab my hardness and squeeze.

I can't resist. I shove my briefs to the floor and I'm sitting naked in my car, racing along I-35 at 75 miles an hour, open to the world. My dick, now free, rises and hits the steering wheel then lands with a thwap against my abs, its precum matting my hairs together.

I grab my dick and stroke it, teasingly. I've got many miles to travel and want to relish this load.