Page 17 of Highway To Destiny

We both felt lighter and more relaxed as we made our way to his rig, my arm linked in his. Now I understood the meaning of Big Red. It took almost fifteen minutes to make the trek, and the closer we got, the more my anticipation peaked. We were quiet for most of the walk. My head was swimming with thoughts of what I wanted him to do to me and what I planned to do to him. It would be his first time with a guy, and I wanted it to feel special. He was special.

The cab of his truck was cold since it had sat idle through the night, so Mason flipped a few switches, and I could feel the heat kick on. “You don’t have to turn the engine on to get your heater to work?” I asked as I removed my jacket, watching him remove his as well.

“Nope,” he replied as he adjusted things on the dashboard. “I have an auxiliary power unit just behind the cab that runs on diesel from the truck.” He pointed to the back area. “By the way, the mattress's platform is heated for extra warmth, too.” His eyes sparkled in the cab’s interior light, and I wanted to jump his bones so badly.

I could tell Mason was nervous, and I wanted to take charge to make him comfortable. He was a confident man, and I knew once things heated up, he’d know what to do. Men knew what men liked, and I was going to prove it to him.

Mason was quiet, but I could feel his eyes boring into me as I removed my boots. He sat in the driver’s seat, which he’d swiveled toward me, but as he bent to take his boots off, I noticed his hands shaking slightly. He was breathing hard, and I could tell he wanted it but was nervous. He looked up at me, and I reached down, placing a hand on each side of his face, bringing my mouth hungrily to his. He closed his eyes.

“Mhmmm,” he moaned deep into my mouth as I brushed my tongue across his lips, which allowed me to trace the inside of his mouth eagerly. His mouth had the light, hoppy taste of the beer we’d had, and I was sure he could taste it in mine as well. He opened wider as our tongues danced, and we were suddenly lost in each other. As my lips savored his, his shoulders eased. When I finally broke our kiss and looked into his steely blue eyes, I could tell he craved it. He craved me.

“Clothes off,” I whispered, nibbling his earlobe, then licked the outer rim of his ear. I felt him shudder. We could have been in public view, but I knew we had privacy since his rig’s windows were tinted. He’d also pulled down the cab’s window shades to shield us from any prying voyeurs that walked by.

I moved back as he finished removing his boots, and he faced me as I pulled my sweatshirt over my head. He looked me up and down, but I sensed hesitation.

“Mason, if you’re not comfortable with this, I totally understand,” I said as he looked deeply into my eyes.

He didn’t say a word but lazily pulled up his T-shirt, and I stood there in wonder. I huffed out a breath. “Oh fuck. Just look at you.” My eyes trailed every crevice and muscled line he displayed. I was taken aback by his sculpted form, the patch of trimmed black chest hair that covered defined pecs, and the distinct treasure trail that dove into his waistband. My gaze was fixed, knowing where that trail eventually led. I traced that thin line of hair with the back of my hand and lightly hooked a finger in his waistband, brushing his abdomen back and forth seductively. I placed both hands on his hips and looked at him.

Mason’s hunger was apparent as his eyes darted back and forth between mine, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to take control, but I planned on taking the lead tonight. My cock was so hard that it hurt.

I stepped forward, and as our bodies brushed against each other, his brass belt buckle touched my stomach. I shivered from its cold contact. It made me flinch slightly, and I backed away from it. Mason gave me a puzzled look as I said, “Your buckle, it’s cold…sorry.” He gave me a naughty smile and, in one quick motion, unhitched it. Grasping the buckle in one hand, he gave it a sharp tug, and the belt flew from his waist with a loud crack. My hands didn’t move from his hips as he dropped the belt to the floor.

Grabbing my shoulders, he pulled me toward him, and our bodies slapped together with heated need. His cock was like steel, and he rubbed his hardness against mine. I was on fire. He grabbed the hair behind my head roughly, taking hold, and then tipped my head back. I could sense his strong alpha presence and willingly let my jaw go slack when he brought his mouth forcefully to mine and claimed me without any hesitation.

I was beside myself. My daddy fantasy was coming to life.

15

MASON

I’d lost all hesitation. My lust for Connor overshadowed any lingering doubts. His concern for me and what I might have been feeling only made him more desirable.

I looked over his body. His bronze skin was flawless, and there was not a whisper of body hair. His eyes burned with longing, and it forced me to take his mouth again aggressively. I sucked his tongue into my mouth with such abandon that it made him groan, and I felt it vibrate down my throat. His moans were guttural with want. I breathed in his subtle citrus cologne and wanted every one of my senses to commit him to memory, he felt so good.

Kissing was my weakness. I loved nothing better. It was a sure-fire way to push my buttons and make me instantly hard. Pulled his tongue back, Connor bit my lower lip with force. I didn’t even care if his bite broke my skin, but I didn’t taste blood. We seemed almost to fight each other’s aggressiveness, but being new to man-play, I figured I’d let him take the reins.

We kept kissing as he pushed me back from the front of the cab, and we hit the mattress platform with a thud that made us both grunt. I had wrapped my arms around him tightly through our tongue battle, and the move to the bed created a momentum that dropped us heavily onto the mattress, with him on top of me.We were positioned across the mattress, with our legs hanging over the edge.

Our cocks rutted against each other, and I could tell I was leaking precum from the wetness in my briefs. Tonight was going to be my undoing, having not been with anyone in such a long time. Connor was my ticket to paradise.

I braced myself on my elbows, staring down at him as he slid to his knees. “I never thought it could feel so good to be with a man,” I said as I looked over his face. “You’re beautiful, Connor.” He flushed at the compliment. His hair was tussled by my greedy hands through his strands earlier, but it only added to his handsome features.

His hands traveled from my chest down to my hips. From there, he tucked his fingers under my denim-covered ass, and the forceful action made my breath hitch. I was uncomfortably hard, and the tight jeans weren’t helping.

“Let me take care of you,” he said softly. I stayed braced on my elbows, and he never let his eyes leave mine as his hands found the top button of my jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down.

The outline of my hard cock strained against my boxer briefs, and his look of appreciation was evident. He had me raise my hips off the mattress, and in one swift move, he pulled my jeans down. Connor pushed them past my ankles onto the floor and swept them to the side. I saw him reach down to his jeans and undo them, pushing them down to his knees, revealing a red jockstrap. My eyes widened at the bright color.

Connor brought his hands back up to my thighs, his eyes riveted on them. A slight smile curled his lips, and he licked them as if he was about to feast. His mouth found my inner thigh and licked it teasingly. His nose pressed into my balls as his mouth sucked hard, and I knew he’d just marked me. I let out a loud groan as I shuddered with excitement, feeling my pulse race. I could see the ever-growing precum stain on my boxer briefs, and I wanted my cock free from its cotton restraint.

He brushed his nose against my bulge, bringing his mouth up over the fabric. Connor sucked at the head of my cock, relishing the salty precum through the cotton. “Connor…please,” I begged in a low rumble.

With that, he reached up and brought my underwear down, my dick slapping against my body as he pulled them off. The only things I had left on were my socks, but Connor didn’t bother to remove them. Instead, he freed his cock from the jockstrap, and his rigid stiffness sprang free. It was beautiful. He stayed on his knees and took in my exposed manhood, and all I wanted was his mouth on me.

With one hand on his cock, he reached up with the other to grab the base of my dick. He seemed mesmerized at the foreskin sheathing most of the hidden head. He licked his upper lip as he wrapped his hand around my pulsing cock, and I could feel my heartbeat in his grasp. I leaked a glistening drop of precum that sparkled in the light when Connor pulled the foreskin down. He flicked his tongue at it, hell-bent on tasting its precious nectar.

“I’ve never had the pleasure of playing with an uncut cock,” he said as he licked his lips and stared at my dick in wonder. He looked like a child eyeing sweets in a candy store window. It was then I realized a man was holding my hard dick, and I wanted him to use it however he pleased.

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