Freeway Buddy

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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 that good looking would have any difficulty finding someone if he was really looking. 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 passed 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 reached into my grey boxer-briefs and extracted my turgid rod. His slow manipulations began in earnest as I continued to speed down the freeway amongst all the other automobiles and trucks. He reached far into my shorts to roll my heavy balls in his hand, quickly returning to my thick cock. It wasn't long before I felt the rumbling of my orgasm begin.

“I'm going to cum all over my suit, Tom!”

Without a word, he leaned down to take the head of my cock into his hot and ready mouth. My ejaculation came strong and hard, my cum banging against the back of his throat time and time again as he swallowed me to the hilt. I could feel my feet pushing on the gas pedal with each pulse of my climax. I knew unless I maintained my composure as much as possible, we were going to ram into the side of the truck to our left or the Baptist Church van on our right. Without a drop being spilled, Tom lifted his head from my lap, just as the truck was passing by. The man in the passenger seat of the truck looked down at me and had this broad smile across his face. The traveling voyeur turned his head away, I'm sure to tell his buddy what he just saw.

I had to know, though, what Tom had kept hiding in his own pants, so as deftly as I could, I reached over to the passenger side of my vehicle to undo his grey suit pants while still paying attention to the road. His cock was dewy with pre-cum as my hand slid his cock out of his white boxers. I used the pre-cum to lubricate my piston-like action on his dick. His tool was so thick I could barely get my hand around it. I was pumping with a snug grip and gentle touch. His cock-head slipped in and out of his foreskin with each stroke. Tom lifted his hips a bit and slid his pants down so that I could easily rub his legs, balls and stomach as I continued my ministrations on his body.

“I've always wanted to know what it felt like to have sex in a moving vehicle on the freeway,” Tom said.

He slid his pants and shorts completely off and sat with his back to the window so that I could most comfortably reach his aching rod. Occasionally, I would reach under his balls and slip my finger around and into his furry ass. The sweat that was developing in his loins kept my finger well-oiled. I would return to masturbating this strong hairy man and finally, as I sensed his intense need for orgasm, I began my final rhythm to bring him to climax.

As he got closer, his breathing began to become ragged and heavy. His left leg lifted and rested on my seat. I continued pumping on his organ from the base of his cock to the tip of his cock-head. His hips began bucking against my hand and his own hands reached between his legs to cup his balls. I took his boxers, which were on the hump between us and covered his cock as his cock began spewing his semen so that his jism wouldn't soil his clothes. His grunts were loud and intense as his foot pressed against my hip in his sexual frenzy. With his head thrown back and his stomach flexing and releasing so violently, I knew Tom was having a nearly spiritual orgasm.

After breathing for a few moments collecting himself, he began dressing for our meeting. “San Francisco, 10 miles,” the sign read.

Of course, he had to go commando since his shorts were permeated with his own spunk. He slid on pants and slipped on his shoes again. A tiny droplet of cum oozed out of his cock and discolored his slacks. Would anyone notice?

After the last few silent miles, only exchanging frequent connected glances, we finally pulled into the parking garage of the building where our meeting was. As we were preparing to get out of the car, Tom stopped me, looked at me for a brief moment and leaned in. He took my face in his one hand and pressed his lips against mine.

We sat there for a moment, foreheads leaning one against another as I heard him say, “Thank you for making a fantasy come true for me.” I didn't have the words to express my own deep feelings toward him that had developed during our intimacy. He touched my hand and we got out of the car.

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