We were traveling at eighty miles-an-hour on the freeway because we were late for a meeting in the Bay Area. Tom and I had worked together for a few years at a health agency and had become casual workplace friends. It was going to take us a couple of hours to get there, so we settled in for the ride. Tom was tall and strong looking, even through his suit. His shoulders and arms filled out his coat quite dramatically. I really didn't know much about him, so I asked him about his life. He said he'd been single for about a year and enjoyed it that way. I'd been single for quite sometime myself. His girlfriend left after she got a job offer in another city. He indicated that because of his work schedule, it had been a dry year for him sexually. I chuckled a bit and said it was impossible to believe that someone as good looking as he would have any difficulty finding someone. He simply smiled to himself and didn't say anything right away.

After taking a long look at me, he finally replied that the same could be said for me. Although I am shorter than he is, I still cut a strong figure, as well. He commented that I always looked nice in the office. He said that my suits were always well tailored and complimented my physique. He recognized that the cut and fabric of my suits appeared to be Italian and had always admired the way they fit. Without warning, he reached over to feel the fabric on my leg.

“That really does feel great,” he said.

“Yes, it does, Tom.” I responded. Of course, I was meaning the feeling of his hand on my leg, not the fabric.

Tom kept his hand on my leg a little longer than I expected he would. He rubbed the fine cloth on my leg, which instantly ignited my loins. I looked over at him and he looked at me squarely with his deep green eyes. Maybe because I thought he was straight, I had never really noticed before his perfectly shaped, black eyebrows and the way his black, wavy, hair framed his face. His full lips were a light pink and the lower one was fuller than the upper lip. I had an instant desire to kiss those lips and feel his sweet breath intermingled with mine.

He again looked down toward my lap, only this time, he could see my growing excitement from his touch. As my eyes darted to his crotch, I could see his suit pants growing taut with his own sexual fervor. His hand began tracing the inseam further toward my groin. In short order, his hand was on my cock and he was massaging my balls and cock head with his meaty hand.

“Yup. Nice fabric, Tony,” Tom said with a half-smile that belied his own sensual intentions.

I scooted a bit down behind the wheel of my car to give Tom more access to my package. The people in the cars beside us would occasionally glance over, suspecting something was going on because Tom's arm was reaching across to the driver's side. They'd speed up and drive past us as quickly as possible…at least most of them.

Soon, I felt his hand unbuckling my belt, undoing the hook of my pants and unzipping my zipper, all with one hand. This man was an expert at this, I thought. His warm hand