Back when I had a car Fal and I LOVED to fuck in it. We used to do so, so many kinds of play but as a driver I was always partial to getting queer road head. Like, I remember this one time while on a day trip to Regina he sucked my girl cock until I filled his mouth full of cum and then he masturbated beside me, orgasming loudly as cars drove by at highway speeds.
That shit was amazing and we fooled around as often as we could while traveling. Often times pulling over on a secluded road or a concealed enough turn-around to quickly fuck or finish off our play.
But then we lost our car in 2017, which meant no more car sex or queer road head for Nillin… ugh.
Lucky for me, my partner Raven drives! This week we went out of town together for a few days which meant that I finally got to do some hardcore exhibitionism play on the relatively quiet highways of rural Saskatchewan again. Before our return trip I told them that I really wanted to jerk off in the car next to them while they drove, which they were hella on board for and even grabbed a box of Kleenex for me before leaving.
So, a thing to know about rural Saskatchewan is that it is FILLED with aggressive Christianity. I’m talking 2-5 churches in every single town, no matter how small, and large makeshift crosses fashioned from rebar, rusted pipes, and unused barn wood, crudely jutting from the edge of canola fields or at the end of an unkempt dirt road leading up to somebody’s family farm.
As a very visible queer person it can actually be pretty intense traveling around the smaller communities of the province as interactions can range from your run of the mill angry staring to sometimes more intense bouts of harassment, threats, and/or intimidation from the more unsupportive folk. Nothing like that happened this time, but, it’s be lying if I didn’t say there was a little bit of fear in me every gas station stop I made out on my province’s highways.
Anyway, basically there’s risk and thrill here
After about 45-mins of travel on our return trip, Raven pulled off on a small dirt pit stop, where we were partially concealed by some overgrown bushes, to suck my girl cock for a few moments simply because they “wanted to taste me”… well, that was some pretty fucking great prairie queer power there.
Once I was nice and hard they sat back up, put on their seat belt, and drove us back onto the highway where I carefully edged myself for another twenty minutes as they would occasionally reach over to tease me with their finger tips, stroke me a few times, and play with my pre-cum.
Jerking off in a moving vehicle is exciting enough, but doing so through god fearing Saskatchewan, next to your equally queer and non-binary partner, is a whole other level of sexy and subversive. When I say that I came hard… believe me. I came hard.