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i step out the front door of my house into a dark night enveloped by fog. nothing is visible, not the moon or the sea, nor the mountains in the distance. my body trembles with excitement and erotic tension. i am dressed in a long overcoat and, underneath, baggy jeans held up by suspenders. i am not wearing a shirt or underwear, and i've pulled down my jeans so that they are far below my waist, leaving me exposed from the thighs up. the suspenders keep my pants from falling off completely. the air is chilly. in the distance i can hear freeway noise, sirens.
i am nervous. i steel myself, shut the door behind me, and walk north on my street. my dick brushes against the satiny lining of the wool coat I wear, sending waves of pleasure shimmering through my body. in a second i am hardening, fondling myself through a hole in my coat pocket. long luxurious strokes that make my back arch and my balls tingle. at the end of the street, i turn onto the larger thoroughfare.
there are few cars at this time of night, but one or two occasionally speed past, their tires kicking up a spray that mingles with the misty air. the glare of streetlights plays off the fog, and visibility is reduced to only a few feet in front of my own face. perfect weather for it. i unfasten my coat and let it flap open in the wind. the sensation of the cool, humid breeze on my prick is nearly overwhelming. my erection points happily upward.
i turn and walk down Main Street, through the business district, with my cock flopping around in the wind. cars whir past, oblivious to my nakedness. i give my dick a good squeeze, and a drop of pre-come appears at the tip. with my finger i collect this nectar and bring it to my tongue. all of this while walking down the street as if it were just another midnight stroll.
my heart races at the thought that i could be seen by someone. despite the heavy fog and the streetlight haze, i am visible to anyone living above one of the shops on Main. there are lights on in some windows and blue tv glow emanating from a surprising number of apartments. seems i'm not the only one who needs stimulation at this late hour.
i am so busy staring up at the buildings that i don't notice a man walking toward me until he is only a few yards away. i rush to close my coat, cover myself - after all, i'm not looking to get arrested. but he gives me a long hard stare, and i let my coat hang open again. he looks at my half-naked body appreciatively and smiles. as he passes, he reaches out a hand and squeezes my balls. i nearly come in his hand, but he lets go and continues on his way.
shaken, i hurry down the street away from him, both turned on and freaked out by the encounter. secretly i wish he'd have turned me around and fucked me right there in the street, but i was too afraid to ask. but now i'm so ready to blow i can't stand it. i start jacking off as i continue down the street. i don't care who sees me - i want someone to see me.
across the street i notice a big drug store. its neon lights are dimmed yet the lights above the entrance are on, and i get an idea. crossing the street, i have to stop jacking so i don't come too fast. standing in front of the store, i can see the security cameras set up just inside the entrance to capture what goes on outside. the video monitor also faces the street, so you can see yourself on camera.
i pull my wool cap down so my face is mostly obscured and step into the light. on the monitor i see myself and almost lose my courage for a moment. but my cock will not be ignored and throbs in my hand, demanding attention. i step up closer so that i am in the center of the shot - a naked guy with a skull cap over his face beating off furiously. i rub my dick on the rain-streaked window and use that moisture and my pre-come to lubricate my hand.
the feeling is incredible. i am already so close to coming that it doesn't take very long until i feel the eruption, legs trembling and knees buckling, lightening bolts shooting from the soles of my feet up through the hard root between my legs. i spray the store window with hot semen, shooting four, five, six, seven times, until i am out of breath. a quick glance over my shoulder confirms that no one is near. i reach out a finger and capture a glob of sperm from the window. it tastes delicious.