Every morning for two years, Trate saw the red car parked when he arrived at work. It was 5 am and his head was still foggy from a nights sleep. Walking to the building elevator, he wondered who the driver of the red car was.
If Trate was early he usually went in, but noticed if the red car was early too, it sat there, fumes emitting from the tail pipe, the driver obviously inside waiting to go to work closer to the 5 am deadline.
And every day as he settled in his own vehicle for the ride home, Trate looked over to see the red car leaving the garage.
Day after day Trate saw the car, imagined a young hunky guy arriving for his daily near ritualistic arrival and departure. Did he like the job? Was he wondering who the guy in the white Subaru was? Did he arrive early and sit in the car manipulating himself before going to work?
Then one day it changed. "Hey" the face was Midwest, the smile full of teeth, the chest bulged and the rest of his khaki clad body shaped over his buttocks nicely.
They chatted walking side by side into the building. Trate's dress trousers hide his growing interest.
And they waved as the end of the day had the red car driver and Trate mounting their individual cars for their commute home.
"Hey" Trate knocked on the window. He had driven early arriving twenty minute before the appointed hour. It wasn't unusual when traffic was sparse.
Red car window lowered and the fresh faced new acquaintance blinked.
"We didn't uh I didn't get your name the other day" Trate said.
"Larry" the guy replied and then smiled as Trate identified himself.
"I hate it when I get here early, don't want to go in yet" Trate said.
"Yea me too, usually just sit and uh listen to the radio" Larry replied
Trate considered the options. "Mind if I hang out?"
Larry seemed to be organizing his thoughts; "Uh yea sure" he moved papers on the passenger seat so Trate could sit there.
"Nice sounds" Trate lied the radio speakers weren't anything out of the ordinary.
"Yea I guess, I wanted to install something more but didn't want to push the credit cards. My girl would go ballistic"
Trate was disappointed. He preferred "no girl friend" even "wife" but the younger man had a girl friend who probability kept him satisfied.
"Well at least you have a girl friend, makes up for other things you don't have I guess. Hell a regular partner is worth more then money" Trate said smiling.
"Not sure about the regular part" Larry said "she's a lawyer long hours then comes home and goes to sleep"
Trate was encouraged.
"Hell, so you're relegated to what you did before the girl friend, cold showers and hand jobs" he said wondering if he had crossed the line.
Larry laughed "Shit you know"
"Well if you ever want some help let me know" Trate said patting the guys arm his first attempt to touch the guy.
"You gay?" Larry said. It wasn't as if he was reacting apprehensively or even in distaste.
"Yea, no partner. But I like what I like I guess' Trate said off handedly.
"Know what you mean" Larry said
Trate wasn't sure what the guy meant by that remark.
"No offense but if you ever want a helping hand or hell, a blow job, let me know" Trate said "the next time we're here so fucking early".
"Uh yea sure, thanks"
"What about now?" Trate decided to be more aggressive. "We still have fifteen minutes"
"Well, I guess we should go in" Larry said but Trate noticed he had spread his legs. The khaki trousers showed a nice bulge.
Trate put his hand on the bulge.
"You sure?" He asked
Larry sighed and let his head go back as Trate squeezed gently. His sigh cued Trate to proceed.
He unzipped and fumbled inside the guys pants finding what he sought. It was hardening and felt perfect in his hand.
Larry moaned something.
Trate played with it, pulled the guys balls out of his pants too. Adjusting his position Trate bent over deciding to give the guy more then he promised.
"Oh shit" Larry said as Trate's lips and tongue touched his meat. His hand rested on the back of Trate's head as his lips tightened sliding down the length of the guys cock.
Trate ran his tongue under the invading penis, feeling, learning and teasing it. His lips locked in a tighter then vagina grip and he began to move back and forth fucking himself on the cock.
"Shit, god, yea, fuck" and other words mixed with groans and moans emitted from Larry's chest. Trate could feel the body vibrating with increased heart beats and the vibration of the comments and sounds.
He wanted nothing more then to have Larry tense up, curse and explode in his mouth. He wanted to lift the legs and lick under the balls and keep lifting until the tightened butthole begged for his tongue invasion. Perhaps on the hood of the red car, he would put Larry's legs over his shoulder as he moved his hips aiming his own cock for that dilated hole.
"Shit, god, stop, "Larry said. Trate knew he was close.
He lay his tongue under the penis as it slide in and out until Larry was nearly bouncing in the driver's seat and then he gulped the sperm that was nearly gagging him. Again and again Larry's body drained his prostate as if he hadn't orgasm'd in days.
"Nice" Trate said as he lifted his head then licked the drops from the guys softening cock.
"God that was...." Larry seemed confused not sure what to say or do next.
"Better go to work" Trate reminded him as he swallowed a few times to mix salava with the drops of cum that remained between his lips and gums.
He heard Larry moving around and the zip sounds as his fly had recovered what it needed to house. Larry didn't speak as he exited the car.
They walked towards the building.
"So nice way to start the day huh?" Trate said laughing.
"Uh yea, thanks" Larry said
"Better then sitting in your car and jacking off before work I hope" Trate ventured what he imagined was true.
"Fuck yea" Larry said again adding "thanks"
"No problem. Any time you need it, let me know" Trate said.
They were getting closer to the building.
"Do you uh do that a lot?" Larry said
"Not as often as I'd like. But it seemed like you needed it" Trate said "Hell I would have done more but there's only so much we can do in the car and you know there."
Larry didn't reply. Trate hoped the guy's imagination was contemplating the meaning of his words.
"UH thanks, gotta head in" Larry stood awkwardly at the door to his company.
"Hey I have to work Saturday, no body here except me" Trate lied. He remembered Larry said he had to work too.
"Maybe we can get together during a break or lunch."
Larry looked blankly at him. "Uh ok"
"And I can do all the things I couldn't in the car" Trate said "you'll love it" He boldly put his hand on Larry's crotch. He knew there wasn't anyone around to see his grope.
Larry blushed. He didn't move away. Trate thought he actually moved or lean forward into his gentle grip.
"I think I'd like that" he said smiling suddenly like he was admitting something long hidden.
"I'll make sure of it" Trate squeezed a bit then moved his hand to Larry's butt and patted it. "We'll have fun"
Larry, still smiling turned his head toward Trate "and I get paid overtime too"
He disappeared into the office, the lucky office that would house him for hours until he walked to his red car, looked back and waved at Trate who would be entering his Subaru for the commuter home.