The long drive home

The long drive home
After spending a week away from home, out of state visiting friends, I was glad to be heading home again in the morning. Before retiring for the night, I planned my wardrobe for the long drive I was to have the next day. I chose a loose fitting shirt and slacks that weren’t tight anywhere. I had a plan in mind and was making the necessary moves to see that it came to be.
I rose early and showered and dressed in only the shirt and slacks, with of course socks and shoes. I stopped and filled the car with gas so as not to have to worry about that for several hours. I was out of town early and wanted to put my plan into action soon. I drove a few miles until leaving the state so as not to run into anyone on the road that I might know.
As soon as I felt that I was in the clear, I started looking for an 18 wheeler. I saw one in the distance and approached quickly. As I was about 100 yards behind it, I settled in and started to play with my cock and unzipped my loose fitting slacks to get it out. When I was sufficiently aroused, I pulled alongside of the big truck and adjusted me speed to the same as it was going. I slowly pulled up the point at which I was sure the driver could see me and lifted my shirt so that he could surely see me playing with my cock. I drove along with my dick in hand for about ½ mile and then sped up. I pulled ahead and in front of the truck and turned on my flashers to see if he would respond. Nothing!! I hadn’t made the impression that I wanted and went on to find another.
I was very excited about having done what I did, but a little disappointed about the results. However, I wasn’t discouraged. In a few minutes I saw another big truck and put my “road show” in motion again. This time when I got alongside the cab, I lifted my shirt again and this time with one hand, pulled my slacks down to where the driver got a full view of my cock and balls as I had spread my legs as far as I could. I was so excited at this point I wanted to force the truck off the road and have my way with whomever the driver was right then and there.
Once again I rode along for a little way showing my package to him as best I could and then got myself in front of the big truck. I turned on my flashers again and left them for a bit. Soon, he flashed his headlights at me. I took this to mean that at least he enjoyed the show and also to mean that perhaps he would be willing to take it a bit further. Luckily we were approaching a rest area and I signaled to turn in. Much to my pleasure the driver also turned on his right turn signal.