Comfort Behavior

Over the last several months, I have become addicted to what I call my comfort behavior.

Whenever I am driving by myself, I unbuckle my belt and push my pants and underpants down to my feet.  This does not affect my ability to drive at all.

Then I start to stroke.  Once I am hard, I just keep stroking slowly, building up the intensity.  I slide down in the seat, not to avoid being seen by others, but to be able to better watch myself stroke.  I fantasize about people in other cars being able to see my cock and my slow wanking.  I stay in the right lane on the highway so that if a taller vehicle, or a trailer truck passes me, there is a chance that I will actually be seen.  Naturally, no one would do anything about it, so I feel safe, while at the same time feeling supercharged by the slight risk.

When driving locally, I get a thrill when stopped at a traffic light, surrounded by cars.  I keep stroking.  If there are people walking on the sidewalk, I look at them and keep stroking.

My favorite risky behavior is to stroke while slowly driving through the supermarket or Walmart parking lots.  I look like I’m trying to find a parking spot, but actually I’m trying to get as close as I can to people who are walking.  I have yet to have a close call, but it will no doubt happen.  Sometimes I pull into a parking slot right next to cars, and near a lot of cars, risking that someone will appear.  The weirdest thing would be if I see someone I know, and they see me.  They’d want to walk over to the car and talk.  That has not happened, and frankly I have no idea what I would do if it does.  It will be both scary and electrifying.

I have some favorite secluded spots where I will sometimes pull over, pull my pants up, and exit the car with my hard cock sticking out, stroking all the time.  This is a very big thrill for me.  I’m careful, but where I stop, there is a small chance that another car could drive by and catch me.  This makes it all the more exciting.

BTW, I never cum while doing this.  I prefer the powerful feeling of edging.  I can go days doing this without cumming, and it just intensifies the feeling.  Finally I can no longer hold back, so I go to one of the secluded places and stroke until I cum.  I am so aroused by that time that it only takes me about 10 seconds to finish, but man does it feel good.  I keep a couple of tissues with me to avoid making a mess in my underwear.  Then I tuck myself back in, zip up, and by the next day I’m ready to start the cycle again.

I sometimes think I should stop doing this because if I do get caught, it will be very embarrassing.  But the hyper-sensation is too great, so I keep doing it.  It’s not only comforting, it’s addictive.