In Cars

Another memory, driving long distances, usually through areas I'm not familiar with, with the landscape around me barren and uneventful and the radio fading in and out of range of stations that play the same second-tier hits from 10 years ago or unknown local artists, and bored-sounding local djs reading the news.

The wind and the sun sneaks past me through the open windows and as I hurl 80 miles per hour in this anonymous landscape I open my shirt and pull my pants down to my ankles and spread my legs, still driving, and slowly jerk off, my cock open-air erect and dribbling pre-cum on my lazy fingers.

Relax. Don't do it.

My mind wanders and I don't want to ejaculate, merely pass the time, moving fast as a flowing waterfall, a metal body hurling through space. A ton and a half of momentum, technologically mobile and disconnected.