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This short story was written for Delfur. It contains M/Solo masturbation involving a consenting adult in a semi-public place. :3

Gridlock

Del sighed as another chorus of horns began to ring out, and he shut off his car's engine once again. The fox remembered when he was a young teen longing to have a driver's license and a car of his own. The freedom to travel anywhere he wanted, the open road beneath him and his favourite music playing as loud as he wanted it all the while. Now, such youthful fantasies seemed further away than ever as all around him other people sat frustrated within their own vehicles, some passive and simply resigned to their fate as he was, while others he could see thrashing around in almost blind rage at what had already been half an hour's delay. They didn't care about the crash, at least not once it had been reported on the radio that by some miracle no-one had been seriously hurt. They didn't care about how hard the emergency services were working to secure and clear the scene so the rush hour traffic could get moving again. All that seemed to matter to them right now was being anything other than stationary, and while Del sympathised he simply couldn't find it within himself to muster that sort of anger.

Instead, the fox turned his thoughts back to that which his mind had drifted over so briefly with his last thought. Dreams of his younger self. Not just the ownership of a car and all its possibilities, far-fetched as they appeared right now, but of other things he had craved so intensely back then, almost terrified that they might never come to pass. The fox leaned back in the driver's seat, and grinned as he thought about food. His stomach rumbled a little, but he knew that when he got home not only were there a wide variety of things he could make himself for dinner, but if he wanted to... and now thinking about it, he did of course, he could order out for whatever he craved. Back then the idea of choosing what he ate, and being able to order a takeaway ever, never mind whenever he wanted, had seemed like the absolute height of luxury for Del. Nowadays it was more a convenience after a long day at work when he was simply too tired to cook anything substantial, but the fox chuckled to himself and reminded himself that next time he ordered out, he should really think more on just how appreciative his younger self would have been at being offered that same opportunity regardless of the reason behind it. He thought again of music, of his young self and how much he had seen music as such a vital part of his life, his identity. Sure, there were still artists and bands and songs that he adored, but now he picked the music to suit his frame of mind, rather than trying to shape himself to fit the music he thought would show a cool or interesting side of himself to the outside world.

Perhaps inevitably though, his thoughts finally turned to sex. Not so much what he'd thought about and wanted back then, but rather what he hadn't considered in the slightest. What had yet to even cross his mind in terms of possibilities and experiences that he would one day seek out, or find opening up to him as he could never have imagined. Del's cheeks flushed as he glanced around himself nervously for a moment, starting to feel a stirring between his legs. He chuckled however as he realised that there was yet another benefit of owning a car that his younger self could never have had the foresight to consider. That it was one of the many places an adult could seek privacy not just when they wanted to get away from specific people or the world in general, but when in particular they wanted somewhere they could conceal the fact that they were rock hard, and horny as hell.

Del's teenage years might have been behind him, but as he felt his cock starting to swell more and more rapidly the more that he thought about it doing so, he grinned and considered that he really wasn't much less horny. He just had many, many more outlets for it than he had back then, and many more opportunities to relieve those urges before they could consume his every waking thought like it had seemed at times. Back then it had seemed like an obsession. A hunt for times, for places when he could do what needed to be done. But now... now, no matter how mundane other dreams of his past self might have been, Del couldn't deny that he felt much more free to experience pleasure whenever, and however he wanted to.

Eyes darting from side to side once more, the fox proved that point to himself by reaching down and squeezing his by now almost fully engorged cock through the soft, tented fabric of his slacks. He tried not to let the pleasure register on his face, glancing up at the rear view mirror to check that it wasn't too obvious. To be honest he was surprised by just how passive and neutral a face he was able to keep on pulling even as his cheeks flushed scarlet, and buoyed by that success, though he grinned to himself in a way that must have seemed utterly ridiculous to anyone else stuck in the absolute gridlock on the highway within the fox's eyeline, he squeezed himself again, and again.

By the time he'd rubbed himself about half a dozen times, it crossed Del's mind that he was coming dangerously close to not just groping himself playfully in his car as a weird show of his own triumphant independence and freedom as a grown man, but actually masturbating. The fox told himself that was ridiculous. That while he was perfectly willing to tease himself a little here and now, he wouldn't, and obviously couldn't outright masturbate while sitting in his car in the middle of a traffic jam. Not only was it beyond inappropriate, it was downright dangerous. Even if the engine was off and the handbrake was on. Even if they hadn't moved for minutes and no cars in front showed even the slightest sign of beginning to crawl forward a few feet as they had last time things seemed like they were moving again. He definitely, absolutely couldn't just masturbate here in his car.

But... teasing? Getting himself a little more worked up so that when he got home he could delight in walking naked and rock hard through his apartment with no one to catch or chide him, that he could do. That wasn't masturbating, he rationalised, because he had no intention of it resulting in an orgasm. Not yet, not here.

He squeezed himself again. Wrapped his hand as best he could around his fabric-clad bulge, and pumped his paw up and down its length a few times with a ragged groan and another hasty, rosy-cheeked glance at the mirror to ensure he wasn't giving himself away to those close by. It felt really good. Not a surprise, of course, but perhaps better than Del might have expected given the fact he was still clothed and definitely not in a particularly sexy location. At least, not conventionally sexy. There was something a little thrilling, more than a little bit hot about touching himself somewhere so different from normal. So public. Nibbling on his bottom lip, Del's eyes dated around once again. Still everyone around him, all the other people in their other cars, were caught up in their own boredom or anger. No-one was looking. No-one had so much as glanced his way. The fox's toes curled as he chided himself for using this fact against his own better judgement, but even as he did so Del could feel the hand on his crotch temporarily abandoning his cock, but only so it could instead start to unfasten his belt, and unbutton and unzip the front of his slacks entirely.

"Ahh..."

Del growled under his breath as he glanced down and saw the front of his boxer shorts twitch thanks to the substantial tent within them, the softer and more loose fitting fabric allowing his cock's outline to become even more prominently visible. There was a small dark spot already forming on the blue checked material, and as the fox wrapped his hand around his cock once more, the lessened layers of clothing between his fingers and the straining flesh itself soon caused that spot to start growing larger.

"I'm not jerking off... I... I'm not... just teasing... just fooling aaah... around..."

The fox grunted even as he glanced up again and realised that his hand was moving so fast upon his cock that his shoulder was visibly moving back and forth, something that anyone would be able to see if they looked. He altered his technique slightly, not stopping or even really slowing himself down much, just trying to move his upper arm less while continuing to stimulate himself and to convince himself with increasing difficulty that this really was just teasing, and he had no intention of seeing his masturbation through to its climax. He'd keep going until the cars up ahead started moving again, and then he'd just stop, letting himself stay worked up so that when he got home he'd really be able to enjoy an actual, uninhibited masturbation session right there.

There was one slight flaw in Del's plan of course. Truth be told there were several, but the one which rose to prominence in fairly short order was the simple fact that the traffic continued to remain utterly unmoving. More horns honked. More people in their other cars began to look ever more angry or resigned to their fate, many pairs of eyes looking down doubtlessly at phones or heads bobbing to music only they could hear. But as Del kept on stroking himself through his underwear, huffing and gasping louder and more urgently as the pleasure built, he realised that the renewed motion of the traffic which he had expected to act as a deliciously teasing terminus for his self-pleasure might not happen. At least, not in time. He whined as the wet spot on his underwear grew larger and larger as he pre-cum oozed forth in increasing volumes, and looked again at his face in the rear view mirror, not stopping the motion of his paw even though the pleasure, the lustful desperation was now clearly written across his features.

He couldn't deny it.

He couldn't avoid the truth any longer.

Del was masturbating.

He was masturbating in his car, in the middle of a crowded highway, and soon... pretty damn soon truth be told, it felt like he was going to cum.

"Ohh god..."

His fingers teased the fabric of his boxer shorts down, and tucked it away under his balls. His cock throbbed freely in the open air of his car's interior, and the fox gave a shrill, keening whine of ecstasy as he grasped it and began to pump his paw up and down once again. Until now Del had kept one hand on the steering wheel at all times so he could at least seem somewhat engaged in the situation at hand, but now his other hand fell to his knot and began to squeeze it as it swelled. He arched his back, head straining against the support of the seat behind him. One last time he looked around himself, and when even now he saw no-one in the surrounding cars paying the slightest attention, he surrendered any lingering attempts at restraint and succumbed to the truth of his situation.

"Gonna cum!"

Del grunted half to himself, half to the rest of the traffic jam stuck here all around him yet still totally unaware of the fun he was having, the fun they could so easily have been having too without anyone else noticing. His mind reeled with that fantasy, and soon his eyes were darting back and forth not to avoid capture, but to see if there were any clues, any signs that someone else might have been doing the same as him. Even if there weren't though, he was so worked up by that point that his mind could easily allow him to imagine it. Surely he couldn't be the only one. Surely others must have been using this incredible opportunity for all it was worth.

"Ah!"

The fox gasped sharply as his cock throbbed and a thick spurt of pre-cum sailed a good six inches up directly into the air, dangerously close to passing over the lower rim of his windows and into the line of sight of anyone else in the jam.

"A-aahhgod... gonna... oh... ohhh!"

He angled his cock forward, still stroking at a fevered pace and still urgently squeezing at his own knot as did did so. Del's feet left the peddles as his legs stretched out, toes curling, feet kicking at the base of the footwell. His eyes bulged. His body shook forcefully enough to make the car's suspension creak ever so slightly, and a moment later, streaking the base of the dashboard and the lower half the steering wheel with hot strings of thick cum, Del uttered a strangled howl of ecstasy as he let loose amid wild, shameless fantasies of other figures in other cars all around him doing the same in perfect unison.

"Hhhahhhyess... yessssss..."

The fox whined happily as spurt after spurt of hot cum painted his car and his trembling legs, eyes wide and cheeks crimson at just how much he was cumming, and just how incredible this orgasm felt in comparison to any normal bout of masturbation he could remember for years upon years. In the lead up to his orgasm Del had half expected to be shocked out of his climax by a horn honking to tell him to get moving or simply to let him know that he'd been caught out, but to his amazement and relief no such interruption came. He milked his cock through the entirety of his orgasm without the slightest interference, and when the fox sank limp into his seat, panting, trembling and spent as the last few trickles of his cum oozed out over his already glistening fingertips, he looked up through glazed eyes to see the cars around him still as motionless as ever.

Looking around himself, then down at the sticky strands staining the legs of his slacks and the interior of his car, Del groaned bashfully, but with undeniable delight and satisfaction all rolled into that singular sound. He really had needed that, and he had no doubt that if the gridlock continued for much longer he'd be especially glad of having given himself a way to relax and flood his body with endorphins. The fox licked his lips, and as he looked down at the mess he'd made once again, he chuckled as he considered that there was only one real downside to having done what he'd just done, and seen it all the way through to the end.

If Del recovered from this orgasm, and if the gridlock still had him stuck here when his body was ready for more... it was gonna be really, really difficult to convince himself that one time was risky enough. That he was lucky to have gotten away with it the first time round, and thus no matter how certain the fox was that he would want to, he really, really shouldn't do it a second time.

By Jeeves

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