My first impulse was to back away, to shift my seat, anything to avoid touching him. A Kearney or McKinsey guy. Gay sex Before we knew it, we were choking back grunts and nodding our heads as orgasm hit us simultaneously. I gave him a friendly grimace back, and turned my attention back to the passing Connecticut suburbanscape.Only I couldn’t ignore him for long. By now, we were openly looking each other up and down. But not before I managed to look eight parking spaces down to see my new friend in a similar embrace with his blonde, suburban housewife.Maybe tax season wasn’t so bad after all. That’s it. But I held still, pressing my legs inward slightly to signal to him. My cock popped up through the hole in my boxers. When it made contact with my suited crotch, it was like electricity. The long hours sucked, but that was part of the job. I reached down and unzipped my suit pants. I wiggled my toe, then traced the curvature of his balls then cock.
