...Monday morning, I faced temptation almost immediately.

I had been the first to arrive in my department, turning on the main lights before I cut a path to my office. Shortly thereafter, with my bladder begging to purge the coffee I’d purchased at my local convenience store, I’d headed into the men’s room. Although I hadn’t been surprised when someone entered a few seconds later—I certainly wasn’t the only project director who routinely popped into work early—I was, however, taken aback to see Ford’s handsome face smiling at me. Coincidence, or had he followed me in here? I wondered. I couldn’t help but think the latter true, because he didn’t sidle up to one of the countless gleaming urinals standing free, but the one directly to my left. Talk about an invasion of personal space, not to mention a lack of restroom etiquette. I didn’t know whether I should feel insulted or flattered.

“Impressive,” he whispered. “Very impressive.”

I had to admit, he looked so goddamned sexy in his slate-gray suit, with a form-fitting cranberry-colored shirt and black-and-white striped tie, but his insufferable smirk ruined the effect for me. Still, before he turned his face toward the blue tile wall, his moist lips caught my attention, and I tried to fathom what he had meant by his words. Could it be what I thought?

My gaze shifted downward and to the left, stealthily, almost as if my eyes had been conditioned to do so from all the years I’d spent frequenting gay bars and checking out cocks of potential lovers in restrooms. And what I saw now was one hell of a beautiful penis. The nickname Italian Stallion seemed quite apt, I decided, as I studied the fat, uncut dick he held in his hands. Similar to mine, and about the same length. And just the kind of cock I loved to suck.

I refocused my attention on the wall. “Excuse me? What did you say?”

“Impressive,” he repeated. “We’re a lot alike, I see.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“I didn’t think anyone else would be here so early.”

I couldn’t help but experience sharp disappointment that he hadn’t made the “impressive” remark about my cock. Or rather, that he didn’t actually admit what I still thought might be true. I kept my gaze forward. “I wanted to get a jumpstart on the week, especially when I have a major presentation due at the end of the month.”

“Same with me.”

“Oh? You have a major presentation?” As opposed to the one sticking out of your slacks? my renegade tongue ached to clarify. “Since when?”

“No, I always like to get an early start. I find I can accomplish more work when the office is quiet.”

And you can display your superiority to the bosses, no doubt, by beating them into the office and pretending to be a workaholic when you’re really just making personal calls. “Uh-huh.”

Suddenly, my peripheral vision caught him glancing toward me, and my honed instincts, again from all those years pissing in gay cruising joints, told me he definitely wasn’t looking at anything other than my cock.

I snapped my head to the left and caught him off guard. His gaze instantly leapt up to my own and the hint of crimson filled his cheeks. I wondered how much more color I could add to his face if I reached over and fondled his dick, or spun toward him and asked if he wanted to suck me off.

“Nice suit,” he finally said, his head once again turning toward the wall. “Armani?”

“I think so.”

“You don’t know?”

“Brand name doesn’t matter to me. I just like what I like.”

“Good taste.”

“Thank you.”

I felt myself growing hard, probably because I had stopped pissing moments earlier and was doing nothing now but milking my dick just for fun, delaying the need to return it to my pants. Once again, I glanced toward his groin, and saw that his shaft had also started to lengthen as he squeezed out the last drops of urine. Which one of us would break first? I pondered. Which one of us would turn toward the other and put on a lewd show, displaying his burgeoning assets? And wouldn’t Mallory with her “Zord” obsession have a joyous time witnessing this whole little scene?

The last notion rocketed me back to my senses. I stuffed my cock into my trousers, then zipped up. At the wash basin, I hastily cleaned my hands, drying them on a paper towel even as Ford came to the sinks to join me.

“Hey, regarding what happened last Friday, I’m sorry about that.”

“You already apologized. Hope you didn’t lose any sleep over it.”

“Ah, no.”

“Good.”

“So, Zane, let me ask you something,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, hesitant whisper. “I wondered if…if maybe you might—?”

“Can’t now. Gotta run. See you later,” I said nonchalantly over my shoulder and headed out the door.

“Ah, yeah, okay,” he called. “Later.”