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This story was written for Day #18 of Kinktober 2017! Today's theme is Edging, and the story was written for Soulimbibe. It contains masturbatory acts involving a consenting adult male. :3

The Road Home

The traffic stopped. Again. Soul let slip a deep, rumbling growl of frustration as almost immediately the honking of horns began. He sank back in the driver's seat and slipped the car into neutral, the handbrake on, and the engine off. The radio died with it, the traffic report detailing the very tailback in which the puma now found himself caught fading into abrupt silence along with it. It didn't really matter though, after all, the information hadn't changed in the last half hour, and it didn't sound like it was going to change for a little while longer at least. The accident up ahead had cost no-one their lives, thankfully. Indeed apparently the drivers of the two trucks had been reported to have only minor injuries. But with two large articulated vehicles having overturned their trailers on the same side of the highway just after the start of rush-hour, things were going to take some time to resolve.

Soul winced and groaned in frustration once more as he heard someone else honking their horn, a voice yelling out from another nearby car as though screaming and cursing at the people two, three, ten, twenty cars ahead would make any difference to the miles of solid traffic. The whole convoy was maybe moving a car length every few minutes as someone peeled off onto the hard shoulder with an overheating engine, or as some risk taking idiot tried to squeeze in close enough to the car ahead to make those behind them think that there was actual movement and progress being made. He knew that there were probably people here with places to be, with plans for the evening, with obligations and needs which they had to fulfil. But getting angry, getting frustrated at the other cars and their equally helpless drivers was pointless and pathetic.

Glancing down at his phone where it rested face down on the passenger seat, Soul straightened up a little in the seat and tried to peer over the roof of the car in front. No movement. Just glimmering roofs in the late afternoon light. He reached over and picked up the phone, rationalising not only the lack of movement but the fact his engine was turned off as reason enough to break his own rule, never mind the law, about never touching his phone while on the road. He pulled up the messaging service and saw a single notification awaiting him. A smile flickered over his face as he read it, and the flesh beneath his golden brown furred cheeks flushed slightly. He messaged back, and growled under his breath.

"I'll be ready. I'll make sure it's worth the wait."

Setting the phone down once more, returning his hands to the steering wheel instinctively even though the traffic was still motionless and his own vehicle still silent, Soul smiled despite the situation. He too had someone to get home to, and a very good reason for wanting to get there as quickly as possible. But at the same time, the puma understood patience in a way that many of the other drivers around him quite obviously did not. He was eager, sure. Pretty damn desperate in many ways in fact, more so since reading that message and letting his eyes linger upon the image that had come along with it. Even here though, even kept from his destination and the person waiting for him when he got there, Soul could still enjoy the anticipation of that eventual arrival. Indeed the longer he waited, the more time they spent apart before that eventual reunion, the sweeter, and the hotter that final reward would be.

After perhaps five more minutes spent waiting, five minutes spent thinking about what was lying in wait for him at home and what he would do to reward their mutual patience and restraint when he got there, Soul saw the traffic ahead begin to move. The sounds of car horns grew more frantic and eager once again as the energy and hope and frustration of the myriad jammed in drivers was re-energised, and though he resisted the urge to join in with the sounding of his own horn Soul felt his already rather rapidly beating heart intensify its rhythm as he switched on the car engine himself. Glancing down at his crotch, at the swollen bulge within his dark slacks that had formed thanks to his recent lingering thoughts on what awaited him at home, he chuckled softly. He was willing to be patient, sure. But goddamn, he really wanted to be home right now.

"Mmh... dammit..."

About ten seconds after the car began to roll forward inch by inch, he saw the brake-lights of the vehicle ahead turn on. He saw the car in front of him and those to either side slow and finally grind to a halt from their already snail's pace, and then the horns began to blare anew. Of course he shouldn't have expected anything different, and as he listened to the radio for another thirty seconds or so while the car stood stationary it became clear that absolutely nothing had changed since the last update, Soul felt just as confident in his choice to shut the engine off again soon after. He stretched his legs out within the foot well. He pushed himself back in his seat and arched his back slightly, reaching out with both arms to stretch them too and even allowing his tail to whip back and forth. Once loosened up he relaxed into the car's seat once more, and as one hand fell back upon the steering wheel out of pure habit the other rested upon his thigh.

Closing his eyes for just a moment, not in fatigue or anything like that but just to try and block out the sea of cars and horns and grant himself a little peace, Soul growled under his breath as he felt his swollen crotch throb once again. His eyes fluttered open, and another growl, thicker, deeper rang out as he felt the fingertips of that nearby hand caress the bulge. He looked to the cars either side of him, eyeing up the angle at which he could see each driver and trying to identify what proportion of his body they could see based on what he could see of theirs. His cheeks flushed slightly as he got his answer, and risked rubbing a little more firmly at the bulge with the tips of his middle three digits. He could be patient. He could wait here for as long as it took, knowing what awaited him at home. But... that didn't mean he couldn't prepare a little in the meantime, and what better a time to do so than now, when there was so little else to occupy his attention.

For a few minutes Soul more casually and gently rubbed at the bulge of his crotch, not doing anything to amplify or make the most of every touch, just stroking what of his erection was naturally pressing up against the front of his slacks with the tips of his fingers. He huffed and growled and murmured under his breath, but tried at all times to keep one eye on himself in the car's mirrors to ensure that his face remained calm and stoic, not wishing to give away his rather public self-pleasure. There of course came a point where he found himself wanting more, though. More than those touches alone could offer. Soul moaned as he lifted his ass off the driver's seat for just a moment, and used that instant without the pressure of his body weighing down on the seat of his slacks to wrap his hand around the bulge through the fabric, pulling the material forward and allowing the outline of his erection to stand more vertically now. He kept his paw wrapped around the still tented length of his manhood, moaning louder still as he began to squeeze all around its shaft, even to rub up and down, teasing just under the sensitive head even if he was still doing so through his slacks and the underwear beneath them.

Soul told himself he'd just keep going until the next time the cars moved. Tease himself just a little, just enough so that when he got home and finally was able to share his situation, there would be a little extra urgency and indeed perhaps some additional productivity on his part. But after five minutes, the traffic jam remained utterly still. Soul found himself breathing heavily as he continued to pleasure himself through his work attire, blushing as he glanced down at the straining, hand-encircled crotch of his slacks and saw a glistening, shimmering wet spot at the peak of his erection where pre-cum was already beginning to soak into and through the fabric. Another five minutes passed, and with the traffic still motionless Soul was now fighting with every squeeze and stroke to keep his face straight, to keep himself looking calm and perhaps even bored or frustrated to the drivers and passengers peering out through their own windows so that they wouldn't figure out what he was doing to keep himself entertained, or indeed just how close that entertainment had gotten him to a rather sticky situation right there in his car.

"Aahh... aaahhfuck... fuck..."

The puma pulled his hand away from his cock, huffing and grunting as he watched the fabric-bound bulge strain and twitch urgently, focusing his hardest on simultaneously looking at his throbbing cock while not thinking about it, having reached the very brink of climax and only just stopped himself in time from careering over the edge. He put both his hands on the steering wheel, gripping it tightly and tearing his gaze away from his still visibly bouncing, twitching member. He wanted to cum so badly. To stroke himself just once or twice more. A single, final quick squeeze and a caress of the barbs through his underwear and pre-cum soaked slacks to set him off, regardless of where he was or how it would look if he had to dash from the parking spot to his apartment's front door with obvious cum-stains soaking the front of his attire. It would feel so good. He knew it. He wanted it. His body craved it so desperately as he hung there near the edge, surrounded on all sides by people who had absolutely no idea just how fucking incredible this felt.

But, before long, the feeling passed. And in its place, a new deep, abiding excitement swept through the puma's figure. His cheeks flushed crimson beneath his fur. His eyes widened as he regarded himself in the rear view mirror. He waited another minute or so, sitting there almost perfectly still just feeling his cock continuing to ache as the urgent, imminent sensation of orgasmic approach faded. Then and only only then did he remove his hands from the wheel, both of them this time around, and reached for his crotch. Not for the tent in his slacks and the cock within, but beneath the lap-based strap of his seatbelt and for the belt and button which held his slacks shut. Carefully, keeping both eyes on the cars around him as he worked with touch alone, he unfastened his belt and pulled it loose, setting it down on the seat beside him next to his phone. He unbuttoned his slacks, lowered the zipper with a soft groan, and only then glanced down at the now exposed pale blue fabric of his boxer-briefs stretching urgently up towards him. The front of the garment, much like his slacks themselves, was darkened by an even larger spot of wetness, and Soul couldn't help but growl in delight as he saw a flash of pink flesh peeking out through the obscenely stretched fabric around the folded front flap.

He reached down once more, and lifted the waistband of his boxer-briefs with yet another deep, longing groan. He felt the wet fabric peeling away from his sensitive, barb-tipped head, and licked his lips as he set eyes upon the now freed length of his cock, proud, tall, and seeming larger than life after having been observed in its restrained state for such a length of time. Soul wrapped his hand around its length, shuddering and fighting not to let the pure elation of the feeling of hot flesh against bare fingers show on his face, and...

A car horn sounded close by. Then another. Then another.

Fuck. They were moving again.

With his cock exposed, rising up from his open fronted slacks and with his underwear now tucked away underneath the fuzzy white of his balls, Soul forced his attentions back to the road. He forced himself to endure another agonising stretch of denial as he inched the car forward, and forward, and...

"Ah. Aahh..."

God, he shouldn't have been doing this. Yet as he reached down to apply the hand-bake as the traffic jam stopped, though only for a few moments before starting again, he didn't immediately return his hand to the wheel afterwards. Instead he wrapped his paw around his cock and gave it a firm squeeze, a few caresses up and down as the car began to inch forward once more. It had meant to just be a one off thing, a little pick-me-up to keep his cock at full mast, not that he had felt it starting to soften even slightly. But as the traffic continued to creep forwards now, the radio reporting that they had finally been able to shift one of the trailers and clear the debris away enough to open one lane, Soul felt his body and its urges rebelling against him.

No longer was his erection just about getting himself worked up and eagerly ready for what was waiting for him at home. It was becoming something else now. Something more intense than that. He jerked himself off as the car slowly crept forward amidst the continued jam, knowing full well he wasn't going anywhere at any speed soon. Convincing himself that if anything his reactions were more on edge than ever now, that he would be even quicker to respond if the car in front of him braked urgently at their current, oh so raucous four or five mile an hour crawl. He shuddered and moaned as he grew closer to orgasm once more, slowing his strokes even more than the speed of the car, letting that feeling build and build but never pushing himself too far. God, it felt incredible. The pressure. The overwhelming pleasure. The promise of release swelling, building, throbbing deep inside of him, ever closer, ever more overwhelming in its intensity.

He stopped. Fighting back a snarl of rage at his own hand as it flew back to the wheel not for any other reason than to keep him from losing control. To deny him his climax even as he felt pre-cum drooling liberally down the underside of his shaft, his body so ready that it would only have taken the slightest shudder of the car beneath him, the tiniest lurch to provoke the stimulation necessary to send him over the edge. He remained almost totally still, barely daring to breath until that high began to fade, then drawing in ragged gasps as he fought the urge to immediately return his hand and draw him back to that same peak. Of course, he didn't wait nearly as long as he had the first time around before resuming. Less than a minute in fact. The puma grunted happily as he began to masturbate once again, and this time he pushed himself back to the edge faster than before, harder, keeping less focus on his facial expression and more on driving himself to the near-orgasmic heights of last time and only then slowing his ministrations when he was already agonisingly near.

"God. I... I'm g-gonna be so ready. So ready for you w-when I get home..."

Soul glanced down at his phone, murmuring to the sender of the message that had started all this. The picture that had set him off down this path.

He was so close. He had to stop soon, but it felt too good. Too amazing to not push himself just a little closer. To hold himself there at the very knife's edge, at the very point of the knife's edge. Soul could feel every individual pulsing twitch of his cock, every droplet of pre-cum to dribble from its tip and down its length. He could feel his balls so full and so tight, drawn up and ready for release at a moment's notice. He squeezed himself again, gasping, shuddering, seeing his reflection express undeniable ecstasy that any other driver could have noticed and identified with even a momentary glance. He had to stop soon. He squeezed again. God, he was so fucking close. He truly didn't know if he could take even another single caress. Again he ran his fingers over the underside of his straining erection, and let loose a gurgling grunt of pure ecstasy as he swore that for a moment, just a split-second, he thought he'd passed the point of no return.

But no. At the last moment he dragged his hand away from his cock, and...

Up ahead, not directly but maybe three, or four cars away, there was the unmistakable crunch of metal and plastic meeting. Of bumpers colliding. The car in front of Soul threw on its brakes rapidly, and with a frantic, overwhelmed curse Soul grabbed the handbrake and yanked on it hard, his entire body tensing up as the car lurched to a halt and he waited, frozen, to see if the car behind him would be able to react in time, his own bumper mere inches away from that of the car ahead.

"F-fuck..."

He groaned as he fell limp in his seat, heart pounding, stomach churning with shock, eyes wide and breathing laboured. Cars all around him began to honk their horns loudly, voices crying out, yelling, anguished in their rage as this new collision no doubt added another half hour minimum to their journey. Yet even as the cacophony of horns grew louder and louder, they became distant and muffled within the puma's head. Faint and faraway as he stared blankly at his hands trembling on the steering wheel, then down to where he could see his cock flexing, throbbing, straining urgently without any contact from his hands.

"Oooh... ohh no..."

Soul groaned as he realised what was happening. As the feelings began to surge through him and he realised it wasn't shock from the near miss of the crash, but the result of the adrenaline spike that had happened because of that momentary jolt to his nervous system. He shut off the car engine once more with a trembling paw, not taking his eyes off his cock as it pulsed and twitched, as it filled his body with the dizzying rush of approaching pleasure without any further contact from his fingers. He swallowed heavily, shaking his head, closing his eyes, trying to hold it back. To force it down just long enough to keep himself from doing what it felt like his body was demanding that it be allowed to do.

"I... I wasn't... I mean... aaah... I... I wasn't going to... t-to..."

A strained, almost mewling cry escaped Soul as the semi transparent trickle that had been oozing down the underside of his cock for quite some time now gave a brief, sudden spurt, launching itself a few inches into the air free from the tip of the puma's cock itself. He felt a sudden, blissful release, and tried with all his strength and will to fight back. To hold it back. To not cum.

And, to his wonder, to his amazement, to his near disbelief, he succeeded.

He felt the pressure build, and build, and build... but then... then it stopped.

He gave a breathless, mindless whimper of relief.

Then that second passed, and a new surge of pleasure crushed Soul's inner defences in a single instant. He grunted savagely as a much thicker, whiter trickle of seed began to drool from his tip and down his length, shuddering in dismayed ecstasy as he watched it pour forth in greater and greater quantities, running like a river down the underside of his shaft, over his balls and into the fabric of the underwear pinned in place beneath them. His clawed fingertips dug into the grips around the steering wheel, clinging on with all their might as though somehow that would root him in reality and keep his mind from erupting with the same bliss currently beginning to consume his body from the inside out. But in truth, he already knew that the battle was lost, and that nothing could hold back what was coming.

Nothing.

"Fuck. Fuck. C-cumming..."

The already thick, potent flow of his cum grew ever more voluminous as the puma mewled under his breath. Then his cock flexed, twitching sharply back towards his body, and he urgently flicked on the horn of the car with an instinctive twitch of his fingers to muffle the roar that erupted from deep in his throat as a thick ribbon of cum launched itself upward and splattered across the windscreen.

"Yes! God... god_yes_!"

His horn rang out loudly, starting a fresh chorus of new horns from other impatient drivers just waiting for an excuse as another hot string of seed lashed over the windscreen, the dashboard, the steering wheel itself and the trembling hands clutching at it. Then another. And another. Soul could always cum with abundance that put many other men to shame, but after times like this, times when even naturally he had been forced to stew in his own arousal even without purposeful, deliberate edging, its volume was particularly and deliciously obscene. Even by those standards he was exceptional in his productivity today though, and could only cry out and tremble as he painted the interior of his car, the windscreen, the windows, the roof overhead and of course his own body, his crisp shirt and the legs of his slacks, with abundant streaks of the cum he had been attempting to save for later.

Only after almost thirty seconds, with his orgasm finally beginning to wane and his balls aching not with their fullness but with how intensely they had been drained, did Soul's body allow his hands to leave the steering wheel. One fell immediately to his cock, squeezing, milking forth the last few drops of cum and a few more shuddering waves of pleasurable sensation. The other however fell to his phone, and as the sensations finally began to abate, as some semblance of sanity returned to the suddenly fatigued, spent puma, he pulled open his messages once more and saw with a groan that there was a new image waiting for him.

The message before it was short and sweet.

'Forgive me. I started without you.'

The image itself was exactly what Soul hoped it would be. An image of a body laid back and writhing in pleasure. Of one hand raised to take the photo with the phone's own camera, and the other resting, glistening and stained, between a pair of broadly spread legs and a far more shiny, wet and sizeable sex toy.

The words that followed had only been sent a few minutes ago, and Soul couldn't help but growl in desire as he read it.

'Don't worry though. I'll still be ready for you when you get here. Drive safe. Xxx'

Shuddering in the continued afterglow of his peak, Soul squeezed his cock as it only now began to soften within his grasp. He growled loudly, both at how tender he was now that he was spent, but at how even now the presence of his hand around his cock excited him. His hand was shaking slightly, but while he glanced around the cum-streaked interior of his car between glances back at the images and the picture which had accompanied them, Soul texted back to the lover awaiting him when he finally escaped this traffic.

'Knowing that you're gonna be there when I get back home, I'll always be ready for you too, no matter what.'

By Jeeves

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