July Fourth Jerk-off
Another Way to Enjoy The Fireworks
It was a hot and steamy evening when we left to go watch the
fireworks. My step-daughter and her son and his girlfriend
were going to scope out the parking situation and let us
know by cell phone where they were.
We wound up in a graveled lot next to the railroad track
and I followed everyone elses example and parked with the
front wheels up the embankment by the tracks so we could get
a good view. Rain was forecast and I wasn't planning on
being too far from the van the rest of the evening.
My wife decided to go find her daughter and visit for awhile
but I declined the trip.
As luck would have it they postponed the show because of
wind. So, as I have a tendency to do when I am bored, I
played with myself a little to pass the time, and before too
long I had a nice woody in my trousers.
Then it started raining! It was coming down in buckets! My
wife called on the cell and told me she was going to stay
there until the rain was gone and the show was over. I told
her to enjoy herself and prepared to watch the show, cock
The local radio station was going to play special music that
was synchronized to the fireworks display, so I had the
radio tuned to the right station, watching the scenery
A lot of young women had been caught in the rain and it
looked like a wet t-shirt contest outside the car! It was
still very warm so there were only a few that were really
making any fuss about it. The rest were enjoying it and
flaunting their charms.
"Oh! Look at me! I am soaking wet!"
Well, that did not do anything to reduce my erection. Quite
the opposite! Then the fireworks started.
Everybody was looking up in the sky and listening to the
radio. Several people had their car stereos turned up all the
way and their doors open so there was lots of sound. Loud
cymbal crashes, kettle drums, and other percussion stuff.
And there I sat, jerking off to the beat of the music,
watching the fireworks show, and enjoying myself immensely!
Everything was approaching the climax when I realized I was
going to spray cum all over if I didn't get something to
catch it in. I reached into the litter bag between the seats
and came up with a couple of paper napkins from the fries we
had picked up on the way over.
Holding the napkins over the end of my cock I continued my
session in tempo with the music. Then came the grand finale.
Huge explosions that I could feel. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! And my
cock was spurting right in time with them.
When everything quieted down, and I calmed down, I wiped my
cock off, found a couple more napkins to wipe my hand off
with and started to straighten myself up a little.
Just then, my wife walked up to the van and opened the door.
"Phew! It smells like cum in here. Have you been beating off
again?" She asked, as she got in.
"Guilty!" I grinned. She really didn't have to ask, since my
cock was still sticking out of my pants.
"I don't know what it is about fireworks," she said. "But
everyone seems to get all hot and bothered. Bobbie and
Joanie were screwing in the back seat and you should have
heard her scream when the finale went off!"
"Did you find anything to clean up with?" she asked.
"Just a couple of paper napkins."
"Well, let me make sure you are clean," she said, and leaned
over towards me.
Well, everyone knows what happened next. I didn't cum again,
but I was well prepared when we finally got home!