I had this rather surreal experience last week. I thought about blogging about it, but then changed my mind. I figured it might be a little bit out there for the prurient tastes of the GA crowd. But it continues to haunt me in a pleasant and unpleasant way, and I mean, what's the use of having a blog if you can't write about weird shit, right?

I had gone out with a few friends (boys night out) and drank, played cards, that kind of shit, and ended up being the designated driver since all I did that night was have two beers and smoke an amazing amount of weed. After I dropped my friend off, I hopped on the freeway to head home. It was around 2:00am (long poker game. I won). I was driving down the freeway and pulled up next to another car and looked over to see a pretty cute guy driving. He was shirtless and had a foam cooler on the seat next to him, two good clues that he was fishing. OK, and the rods and tackle box in the back seat. Of course I slowed down to match his speed and take a look. Like I said, he was pretty cute.

That was at a lighted part of the freeway. That ended, and now it was dark, just me and him, all alone on the freeway. Not wanting to seem to perverted, I sped up a bit to get just ahead of him and set my cruise control. He moved up to get next to me again, then pulled ahead. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or not because it was dark. Then he flipped on his interior light and the flipped it off again. I moved up again, next to him, and looked down into his car. (I have an SUV). There was a streetlight, and I got a fleeting look at his chest and bare legs. The cooler was blocking my view of other more important things.

We came upon another light just as he moved past me again and I could see him clearly now, his face, looking at me. I turned on my interior light and smiled, then flipped it off. He passed me then slowed. I moved up on him again and he flipped on his light. This time I got a good view. He was driving down the road, stark naked, stroking himself. He saw me staring and moved his hand, showing me his dick. It was pretty big.

He turned on his turn signal so I let him get in front of me then followed him as he exited the freeway. He drove to a shopping center right off the freeway and parked in the back. I pulled up next to him. He sat there in his car, stroking his dick, looking at me smiling. I hopped out and walked over to his window, but he opened the door. This guy was probably in his early thirties, but his face had that weathered look you get from a bit too much sun. He wasn't in gym rat shape, thin, maybe five extra pounds, just a normal guy. That made him even cuter. But it was his dick that was impressive. I'd guess seven inches and really thick, and it looked bigger since he had completely shaved his pubes and his balls.

"Wanna watch me?" he asked in this really husky voice.

"Yeah," I said. He reclined his seat so he was almost laying down.

"You like that nice big dick?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. And then I watched him as he stroked himself, clearly turned on by doing it in front of someone he didn't know, and on being naked in his car in public (even though it was the middle of the night and no one was around). He let out a grunt and shot his load, a rather small one, all over his abdomen, then grabbed a towel and wiped it up.

"I gotta go," he said.

"You travel this way very often?" I asked.

"Nah. Just heading home from a trip."

"See ya," I said, hopped in my car, and went home.