I was on my way home. I had been thinking about my recent behaviour, how slutty I had become with just your words as an inspiration. I don't know what turned me on more, thinking about all the dicks I had had, or the thought of being fucked by you. Either way, my own cock was fully erect and I was fantasizing about getting home, getting a big dildo and ramming it down my throat and wanking my cock. Suddenly, I was in traffic. It looked like it went on forever. I started thinking about my blog post. Did you read it? Were you one of the forty people wanking themselves over my post? I started wanking my cock, rubbing through the material of my trousers. I imagine you waiting at home for me, your fully erect cock dangling in the air, pulsating as you read my post. I would come in, oh yeah, and get on  my knees and worship your lovestick, noisily gobbling the head and shaft and perhaps even the balls as I worked your cock for cum. I glance down and see my precum obvious in my trousers, staining the front of my blue trousers a darker shade of blue. Fuck you turn me on! I reach into my trousers and pull out my cock. It's a struggle as the erection becomes caught in the fabric. I try to yank it out.

I hadn't noticed the traffic has stopped. We are only crawling along, but it doesn't stop me from bumping the car in front as I  quickly slam my brakes on. It is barely a graze, but I  pull over, hurriedly pulling my fly up. The car in front also pulls over. I have to get out and face him with my precummed trousers. I have never been so embarrassed. But...

I get out and walk to the back of the other car. The other driver does the same, except he can't take his eyes off the patch in my pants. I am wondering what he is thinking. What are his thoughts. "There is no damage," I say. 

He nods in agreement. "What happened?" He asks. I just shrug. "Lost focus."

He nods again. The traffic has picked up. "Well, what are we going to do about it?" He asks, "how are you going to make up for it."

Oh fuck yes! He is leaving me an opening. "Perhaps something will arise between us? An erection of some sort?" I feel him out, glancing at his groin to see if I am right. Black pants, no joy there. 

He looks at the passing traffic nervously. "I think something like an erection has sprung up."

I begin to walk past him, towards his driver's door. It is mostly covered from the road. He rushes to get in front. I sit him down, gently cupping his package to let me know what l am in for. Pleasingly he is not too big. While he is keeping a worried lookout, l undo his zipper and pull out his cock. It is sweaty to the touch, the waft of it drifting up and reminding me of the tradies I recently blew up north. I am so excited I am shaking with anticipation.

It is not a great blowjob. I struggle to go deep, he just struggles. He is not familiar with a public blowjob and is very nervous. Until he is not. He suddenly relaxes as he nears his orgasm. He grips one hand in my hair as he cums, flooding my mouth. I try to swallow but end up with half of it down the front of my shirt. I milk his prick for the remnants of cum, pulling him almost out of his seat. "Fuck yeah.." he finally utters a sound.

I pull up his zipper after his dick goes soft. I give it a little pat.  "There you go," I say, surprised at my calmness. I have a raging hardon on the side of a busy highway after just blowing a stranger. I shouldn't sound calm. I am going to cum a few times tonight.

He nervously smiles at me. I rise up, shutting the door. He laughs, starts his engine and eventually pulls into the traffic. I return to my car, relishing the taste of semen in my stomach. 

I pull into traffic thinking of you. I imagine you sitting in the car, watching me blow the other guy. Sliding over, you take the wheel while  undoing your belt and fly wiTh one hand. As you pull into traffic, you grab the back of my head, intent on fucking the filthy slut who just gave a roadside blowjob. As your dick slides between my lips, you hiss, "I am going to rape your fucking throat, faggot."