Usually when Vic got off from work, he hurried home to Matt. But with his lover beside him in the car, there seemed to be no real rush to get back to their apartment. The moment Vic got behind the wheel, Matt’s hand found a comfortable spot high up on Vic’s thigh, and as they drove, that hand inched closer to the bulge in the front of Vic’s work pants. By the time they were on the interstate, Matt had Vic’s zipper down, his fingers strumming stiffening flesh, and Vic found it hard to keep his foot on the gas. His mind kept wandering to the delicious things Matt was doing to his c**k—fingernails gently scraping along his length, palm kneading his erection, thumb tickling over the bulbous tip of his d**k. The car’s speedometer dipped below the posted limit and Vic goosed the gas, surging ahe
