Page 13 of Highway To Destiny

MASON

When Connor walked through that diner door, it did something to me I was unprepared for. I was supposed to be having a quick lunch before hitting the road to continue my trip. I’d thought the chances of seeing him again would be like winning the lottery or struck by lightning. But laying eyes on him again felt like both. Luck and heat at the same time. What surprised me was the reaction of my cock when our eyes met. It felt like kismet, knowing there was a reason for our second encounter.

Just seeing his expression was enough to make me flush. It thrilled me to see him again. I hadn’t expected those feelings, yet I somehow did. I wanted him here with me, close to me, so I motioned him over. With my nervousness, I wasn’t sure how to greet him.Handshake or hug? Maybe both?

I could feel his energy vibrating when he strolled up to me. He took my hand with force, and the heat made my cock stir to life. We stood in each other’s space a bit too close for a few beats, and then I immediately directed him to the seat across from me. Once he sat and copied my lunch order, making me chuckle, we exchanged small talk. Well, he did most of the talking. His presence made lunch more enjoyable, and I didn’t want it to end.

After we’d eaten and were about to leave, Connor asked if I’d care to join him and a friend at a bonfire they were attending tonight. I was about to decline when he gave me sort of a polite way to get out of it. It would be my decision to go or not, but I could tell in his tone and body language that he really wanted me there. We exchanged cell numbers so he could send me details for the party later.

We left the diner together and shook hands on the sidewalk, doing a bro half-hug. The slight heat of his body and the subtle scent of chlorinated water made my breath hitch. We looked each other in the eyes and exchanged smiles.

“I’ll text you with the time and meeting place for tonight. I really hope to see you later,” he said before stepping back. I responded with an ‘okay’ as he turned to head back to campus.

The breeze seemed to have calmed down as I walked back to my truck. I needed to go over some paperwork, and my truck had room to work. I had a workspace where the passenger seat swiveled toward the bed platform, and I could swing out a tabletop for my laptop and papers. My cell phone coverage was stable, and I had my Wi-Fi hotspot for internet.

I spent the rest of the afternoon computing travel times, future deliveries, and unloading and loading freight. Connor texted me mid-afternoon as I was about to call my next delivery to let them know when I’d be arriving.

Connor: I hope you decided to come tonight. (smile emoji)

That flirty, suggestive comment seemed loaded, and I barked out a laugh.

Me: I’m still thinking about it. We’ll see how I feel after I finish my paperwork.

Connor: Don’t think too hard, just come!

That made me roll my eyes, and I felt my jeans get uncomfortably tight.

Me: I’ll come if the timing works out. I’ll let you know either way. Chat later.

After my last text, Connor replied with a smiley face and a smiling devil emoji, with the location and what time they’d be there. I wasn’t sure where his thoughts were headed by sending the smiling devil emoji. I could only guess now I knew he was gay.

I finished my paperwork late in the afternoon and decided to take a power nap in my rig. It was getting dark outside, and the party wasn’t set to get going until around eight. I figured if I was going to be out past my normal bedtime, a nap would be helpful.

I put my laptop away and organized my paperwork before I took my boots off and hopped up on the cab’s mattress. I kept a weighted throw blanket in the back for just such occasions. I didn’t usually take long naps, an hour at most.

I still wasn’t sure I wanted to go, but laying there, I thought of seeing him again, and I got butterflies. Ireallywanted to see him. I hadn’t been to a frat party since my college days, and It made me feel like I needed the jolt of youthful debauchery. The thought of free-flowing beer, co-eds, and a bonfire on a late Fall night might be just what I needed to break up the trip’s monotony. Seeing Connor at lunch was a treat, but being able to spend more time with him gave me a warm, dizzying feeling.

Now, what does one wear to a kegger that doesn’t scream middle age?I thought before I settled in, closed my eyes, and drifted off.

12

CONNOR

Ileft Mason and headed back to the dorm. I didn’t have any classes the rest of the day, and it was Friday. That meant party night for a lot of the student body, especially the fraternities and sororities. The kegger/bonfire had been put together by four or five Greek houses, and they had permission but kept the kegger part on the down low. Underage drinking was frowned upon, but campus security sometimes looked the other way. It made me wonder how many students had fake IDs.

I had some studying to do before the night’s festivities, so before I buckled down, I texted Mason the time and place where the three of us would meet. My fingers shook slightly as I texted him the details. I’d told Spencer about Mason weeks ago, about the day he gave me a lift to the dorm. I’d also confessed that I thought Mason was a ‘hot daddy,’ with a full detailed description. Spencer wasn’t yet aware of the invitation I’d given Mason for tonight.

I hadn’t seen or heard from Spencer today, but I assumed he’d be ready to go at the agreed time. The texts I’d sent Mason were laced with playful innuendo, carefully chosen to test the waters. I hoped he’d catch on. I felt bolder now, more confident with him, and decided to flirt a little to see how he responded. I wanted to draw him out, explore the spark between us, and see where it might lead. I craved more of him.

A little past seven-thirty, I heard Spencer open and close his door across the hall. I’d already put my books away, showered, and brushed my teeth. I opted for jeans, an EOU sweatshirt, and a jacket, figuring I’d be warm enough, especially with a bonfire.

There was a rap at my door about ten minutes later. It was unlocked and Spencer walked in with his usual chipper mood and a bounce in his step. I finished putting my shoes on and told him I was ready.

“Remember the trucker I told you about who gave me a ride before school started?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“He was at the diner this afternoon, and we ended up having lunch together.” Spencer’s mouth dropped open as he looked at me, eyes wide in surprise.

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