It was one of those days when a haze of sexual cloud descends over you. A day when you could swear that you could just walk down a lonely alley or a seldom frequented train carriage to get on your knees and give someone, anyone, damn anyone, the best blowjob in his life. As it always is, such days come when you are not at the liberty of such indiscretions. I was at work. On other days, I land up drowning those feelings under a weight of editorials, to-do lists and emails. Not that it takes away everything but it subdues it, taking the arusal slowly to a lovely boiling point that I so adore. Not on this day.

There are one of two routes back home from home that I take. One is a round about road that goes through the country side. It was on this route that sometimes got down, took a walk into uncultivated fields with hundreds of eucalyptus, took off the pants for some selfies. You can well understand that I am an exhibitionist (a shy one in most cases), you will read a lot of that in the coming posts. On this day, I found myself taking a tab bit longer to clear up those emails and check off the work to-do’s. It was like I was consciously moving towards a time when I would be able to be a little naughty on the way back home. I was waiting for it to get dark. When I came to the fork where I would have to choose on of two possible routes, a slight sense of adrenaline rushed rough, making me do a reverse action and just take the shorter, well populated highway. It was a split second decision not to do that. I took left into the less populated way.

The heart was already racing. A good ten minutes drive and I was already into seldom driven roads. Slowing down to a dead pace and off the tar I unfastened the seat-bealt. Sliding myself a little off and above the seat, I unbuckled my belt and undid by jean’s zipper. A couple of cars zipped by. I pulled down my pants to just below my crotch. The heart was surprisingly calm. That only meant that the inner beast had much more in store. Shifting the gears, I rolled onto the road again. It was after another good few miles that I really entered the countryside. Miles of stretched tar with closely growing trees on either sides and no street lights Pressing down on the paddles, my car slowed to the side of the road again. For a moment, I thought of getting down and doing the usual half nude walk into the dark but again that inner self took seamless control. My cock was starting to stiffen at the anticipation of what I might do.

I pulled down the jeans till my knees. Rolling down the windows for the lovely breeze to stream through, I got back into the car. Very infrequently I would have another car pass by me. A few times it was trucks and at another time a local bus destined for some hardly known town. With only the moonlight and the beaming headlamps, the inside of the car would not illuminate enough for anyone to get a glimpse of me and hence after a few of those small cars drove by, I started flicking the interior lamps for just a bit while the taller vehicles crossed by. I can swear I exchanged looks with at least a few people. But the best was yet to come. Into the loneliest stretch of road where there were vehicles for over fifteen minutes, I found a lonesome pedestrian. The heart raced. It was dark, with a canopy of well blooming trees obliterating even the faintest of moonlight.

I slowed down to a steady but unsuspecting pace as I drove past the man. I flicked the interior lights again but was sure the guy missed it. A few feet away, I stopped the car. Enough to give me some safe distance. Visions of me on my knees and a dark musky cock exploring my throat flashed through the brains. My cock was stiff and desperately wanted my mouth to send it some signals of pleasure. Leaving the engine running and the gear on neutral, I switched off the headlamps. I hit the break paddles so that my tail lamps would light up brighter. In the red glow I saw the man steadily walking towards me. In a few seconds, my mind switchhed between different modes – panic, desire, riscue desires and back to panic. Thankfully, the need reigned. I switched on the low-beam lamb and got out of the car. The man was still walking at unchanged pace.

He probably thought I needed a leak. I had pulled up my pants but did not do the zip or the belt. Walking right into the flooding light and clear view of the man, I saw his eyes straight on me. I had no way of knowing if he was straight or swung both ways at least. That was immaterial. I needed to be seen being slutty, needy and like a desperate faggot bisexual. I dropped my pants to the ankle and lifted my tee-shirt. I saw the man slow down a little and walk faster. I waited a while that way but soon panic came in a little. Pulling up the pants I walked back into the car, rolled up the glasses and locked the doors. Pants back to the knees and interior lights on, I waited. My cock was beating it was so hard. The man came by the window and looked straight at me. I gave the faintest of nods and he started undoing his shirt. This is where it all went wrong in my opinion. In my perfect scene, I just imagined him moving a little away from the window and unbuckle his pants and pull out his cock. I did not want someone to get naked in the middle of the road. I was not ready for a blown out sex with a stranger.

My glove compartment did have condoms either, not that I thought it would be needed in either case. I tried to signal him to say that what he was thinking was not in my mind. Maybe the unbuttoning of his shirt was his way of saying he was into it. But when he came down to the last button, I could not hold it any more. I hit the paddle and drove away. A few meters into the dark and if I thought it was over for the night, I was really wrong. Something made me hit the brakes, take a u-turn and drive back. Sure enough, the man was there. He wasn’t walking anymore but waiting at a small clearing off the road. Maybe he could sense the desperate cock slut in me?. I took another u-turn and drove a few feet away from the man. Lights on, I just wanted to be seen. Pants in the car this time, I walked out, in the bright light, I bent over, showing him the ass you could fuck just feet away.

I saw him do a little jog towards me this time. Better (or worse, you tell me) judgement flooded in. Back in the car again before he could reach me. I shifted the gears, pulled up the pants, pulled up the zip, off onto the road again, not to turn back this time. In this part of the world where I reside, you can never be too careful. I wish I lived in a country where dogging was actually safe, or blowing a stranger did not have a good probability of getting mugged come attached with it. I do hope somewhere I meet the same person on the same road sometime soon. Do you think I chickened out? Have you done this before?