Road Rules

The feeling came over James as it usually did on long trips. He needed a release and knew Lauren was hundreds of miles down the road.

He regretted not having her come to the southern literature conference with him. At times like this - on the road with an itch in his pants - Lauren was more than happy to help him out by wrapping those full lips of hers around his cock and sucking him dry.

He was lucky to have found her. She was wet and ready most of the time, and always eager to please him - so long as she was pleased in return later.

But she was finishing up her degree this year, and she really couldn't blow off Professor Howard's class to travel to New Orleans. He'd been a real jerk so far this semester and she was concerned he'd fail her if she didn't make every class.

Still, it was really too bad Lauren could not have come on the trip. The conference had been scheduled, conveniently, in late February, when the Mardi Gras season was just starting to swing.

Fat Tuesday was next week, but the revelers had already started to show. And show they did.

James had seen more tits and ass in the past two days than he had at all the swinger parties he and Lauren had been to in the past year. Big tits, little tits, puffy nipples and the big saucer shaped ones. They'd all been on display for a few plastic beads.

Some were giving kisses or nipple licks for beads. Others, usually the really drunk ones, were even sucking cock in alleys for the large, ornate beads.

James had picked up a few of the more expensive beads after getting to town, and had caught a few during one of the early parades. But he had earned most of them by showing his cock for a few ladies on the street.

They'd rewarded him handsomely with beads and more than a few offers to go back to his room. But he had Lauren, and while they had an open relationship, they had agreed to fuck new people only with the other's permission.

Now James was paying the price for that rule. The thoughts of all of those women eager to please and show their wares was getting to him on the drive home. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

Trying to think of something else just didn't work. If he tried to think about work, he remembered all of the barely legal girls he'd bedded as a senior English teacher – imagining them on Bourbon Street, flashing for beads.

Trying to think about home, he just saw Lauren's heavenly double-D breasts staring back at him. She would have done great on Bourbon Street. The guys down there would have gone nuts, and he might have even allowed her to earn some of the big beads if she had wanted to.

Hell, he couldn't even think about baseball, because he just imagined a woman he'd seen online with a bat shoved deep inside her, moaning from the agony and the ecstasy of it all.

There was no getting around it. He had to cum. And so, he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock through the hole. Half-hard and growing by the second, he began to stroke it as he drove.

The sky had taken on the reddish hue of dusk and there were few cars on the narrow four-lane road – mainly big trucks – so he felt reasonably low-key, even though anyone who passed could surely tell what he was doing.

There were a number of benefits to having an 11-inch cock, but subtlety was not one of them. When he was jerking off, it was hard to hide. Sitting in the driver's seat, his now fully-erect cock stood to the center of the steering wheel.

Pre-cum had begun to drip from the head, and it added lubrication to the equation, increasing the pleasure of his movements near the head. Pussy is great, but for fast release, James knew you couldn't beat beating yourself.

He could feel the orgasm coming and he began to beat harder and faster, concentrating on the underside of his head. He'd learned long ago that the space just below the mushroom cap was the most sensitive spot on his cock – a fact that Lauren always took advantage of.

Struggling to stay between the lines, James slid his hand feverishly up and down his cock. He imagined that Lauren was doing it, then for a change of pace thought of one of his former students, Alexa riding his cock – while the woman with the baseball bat sat in a corner and watched while Lauren licked her tits.

Mental imagery overload took hold and the white-hot pleasure of his orgasm caused him to close his eyes for what seemed like only a second. But when he opened them again, he was straddling the shoulder line. He swung back onto the road, narrowly missing a nearby billboard on the roadside.

James's cum had exploded into the air, landing with a plop on his shirt and pants. He hadn't really taken that into account, considering that whenever he had cum while driving before, he'd always had a woman sucking his cock and catching his cum.

James decided to pull over and change once his cock had softened. He didn't fancy riding the rest of the way home covered in cum, and there was still a long way to go.