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The last couple of days had been a blast. The conference had had a great line-up, but especially the after-parties had been great. I’d met a lot of new folks and many old friends, some of who I’d never met offline before. But today it was time to head back home.I left Nuremberg around three in the afternoon and hoped to cross the border at around nine and then be home at ten. It soon became clear that this was not going to happen though. Between Würzburg and Frankfurt I ran into a traffic jam. A truck had overturned and oil had spilled out all over the road. With no exits between me and the location of the accident I had to wait for a couple of hours until the road was cleaned up again.It was already half past nine when I had only just passed Koblenz, so I decided to have a rest and call Eve to tell her I wouldn’t make it before midnight. I took the first parking exit, which led me to an empty parking area in the woods, about 50 meter off the road. I wondered whether my phone would have a signal here, but gladly it did.“Hi sweetie, it’s me.”“Hi, how are you?”“I’m fine. You? Where are you now?”I told her about the traffic jam and that she didn’t have to stay up for me. She asked about the conference and the people there and I told her isvecbahis about some of the highlights.While we were chatting a van entered the lot and parked a few spots away from me. After a couple of minutes a guy came out. He stretched himself, opened the side of the van and took off his shirt. Leaning against the van he started drinking from a bottle. It made me laugh as it looked so cliche so I told Eve about it. The guy looked fit, but to tease her a bit I made him look even better.“Damn! Why don’t these things ever happen to me? What else does he look like? Is he tall? Take a picture!”“No, I’m not gonna take a picture!”At that moment the guy put his bottle back and closed the van. But just as I expected him to leave he unbuttoned his pants.“Oh no, he’s gonna pee right here, in plain sight! Haha.”“What? While you are watching?”“I guess he can’t see me. Maybe he thinks I’m in the woods. Or he just doesn’t care.”“Oh dear. Perhaps I don’t mind those things not happening to me” Eve said.We were both laughing now.“Still wanna know what he looks li… oh my god!”“What?”“He’s not peeing, he’s jerking off.”“Yeah right. Haha.”“No, really!”“Serious?”“Yeah!”There he stood, with his pants lowered a bit, his balls in one hand and his semi-erect isveçbahis giriş cock in the other, stroking it.“Is it big?” giggled Eve.“I guess so.”“How do you mean ‘I guess so’?”“Well, he’s not fully there yet. But it looks big already.”“Bigger than yours?” Again she giggled.“Yes.”“And how big is yours now?”“What?”“Oh c’mon, I can hear you rubbing your pants. Haha. Is it hard? Tell me, are you hard?”“Err…”My cock was hard indeed and I was rubbing it like she said. I felt embarrassed that she found out, but also quite excited that she did and even seemed to like it.“Somewhat.”“Why don’t you get it out for me?”I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, together with my boxers.“Just did. How about you?”“Don’t have anything on.”“Oh, where are you then?” “In bed, naked, waiting for you. Are you wanking?”“Err yes.”She giggled.“Nice. Now tell me about his cock.”“Well ehm, it’s quite big I guess. Long but slender, with a slight curve upwards.”It felt weird but exciting to describe his cock to her.“Sounds like a lovely cock. Is it?”“Yes, it is.”She laughed.“Now tell me what he does.”“Well, he’s jerking off.”“Details please!”“Oh okay. He has one hand at the base and with the other one he is stroking it. Up and down, up and down, making isveçbahis yeni giriş a little turn around its head on every stroke. And now he spits in his hand and on his cock and he smears it all over his cock. It’s all wet now and he’s stroking it again.”The windows of the car started to get fogged at this moment. Both on my side as well as on the passenger’s side the windows were slightly opened, but it seemed to be not enough. So I decided to fully open the passenger’s window. But as soon as I did, the guy looked up. The sound of the window had triggered him.“Fuck,” I whispered.“What?”“He noticed me. Shit!”The guy came up to my car as I tried to pull up my pants and cover my cock with my shirt. When I looked up he was standing right next to me, looking at me and then at my crotch. I looked down and saw that my hiding attempt had failed miserably. If it wasn’t for the bulge itself the growing wet spot in my shirt would have given it away. When I looked back up I saw him jerking off again.“Zeig mir.”“What?” I asked a bit confused.“Dein Schwanz, zeig mir!”“He wants me to show him my cock,” I said to Eve.The guy knocked on the window.As I opened the window he said “Wer redest du?”“My girlfriend,” I replied.“Give it to me,” he said, still with a heavy German accent, as he pointed to my phone, “I want to talk to her.”With some hesitation I gave him my phone.“Hallo?”“You know your boyfriend is wanking off while looking at other men? You do? Ach so, ja… okay.

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