Page 18 of Highway To Destiny

Then I felt his warm mouth covering my crown, and I threw my head back onto the mattress. “Fuck…fucking A,” I blurted out as he ran his tongue around my cockhead and down my shaft. His mouth followed, and I watched him take me all the way down into his throat, his nose buried in my trimmed pubes. No one had ever taken all of me before. It was unbelievable.

Connor worked this oral magic on my cock, squeezing and relaxing his throat muscles as he bobbed up and down, making it hypnotic to witness. He never let up as he brought his eyes to mine with a look of reverence. He let out a hungry moan that vibrated down my cock, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

He stroked himself as his skillful mouth worked my cock over, and I felt my balls tighten. Connor had them in his grasp as he sucked me down, and I was sure he felt my body responding. He was moaning deeply, just as loudly as I was. I was on the brink when he slowed his rhythm and took me completely down his open throat.

That single move was all it took. “Oh fuck, fuck, Connor…I’m gonna…” I didn’t get the words out before I saw stars and felt my cock erupt. Electric sparks shot up my spine, and the tingle of pleasure cascaded through every inch of my being. My hands gripped and pulled at the blanket, and I thought I might actually tear the material.

Working his throat effortlessly to swallow my never-ending release, his stroking stopped, and his eyes shut tight. He could only moan with my cock in his mouth, but I knew he’d shot his load just as intensely as I’d shot mine.

That incredible high took everything out of me as I finally lay there with an arm over my eyes, my breathing labored, and my heart still thudding in my chest. I felt Connor rest his head between my legs, taking in deep breaths. He was still on his knees as I looked down, and all I saw were the blond highlights of his hair. I found the sight amusing.

I chuckled and said, “Well, that was the best thing ever.” He lifted his head with the biggest smile I’d ever seen.

He took a minute before speaking. “Yeah, for me too,” he said as he looked at me and ran his hands up my torso to my chest, where he circled my nipples teasingly. I felt my cock give a little twitch.

Slipping my hands under his arms, I lifted him to lie on top of me, and he shucked his jeans the rest of the way but kept his jockstrap on. I loved how our sweat made our skin slippery. My frame was bigger than his, but with his sinewy swimmer's build and hairless upper body, his skin felt like velvet under my hands.

We lay together in silence for a couple of minutes, our arms wrapped around each other, brushing our fingers lightly over one another’s back and shoulders. I’d always loved to cuddle after sex, but it was different with female partners. I expected it to feel weird, but it didn’t, and there was nothing about it that screamed wrong in my brain. It simply felt natural.

I took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Connor pulled his head back and opened his eyes, looking down at me. He had that sleepy post-sex look, and it made me smile, so I lifted my head and kissed his nose. He curled the corner of his lip up into a small smile, then put his head into the crook of my neck. I heard and felt him inhale deeply.

“You smell good,” he said, with his nose against my skin.

“So do you,” I replied, smelling his light scent of sweat and citrus.

Connor moved to lay on his side, our legs still off the mattress. I did the same, so we faced each other. Our bodies weren’t touching, but our hands never left one another. I ran my fingers up and down his arm as we locked eyes, fixated on each other’s gaze. He placed his free hand on my hip.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked with a look of concern. I was pretty sure he knew I was fine since I wasn’t freaking out but wanted to check anyway. “I know this was your first time…with a guy, I mean.”

“It was incredible. You’re incredible,” I answered. “I guess my biggest surprise was how you managed to take my entire dick down your throat.”

He burst out laughing. “It was easy,” he said through his laughter. “I don’t have a gag reflex.” He paused and, with proud proclamation, added, “I used to practice on bananas. I was always a hit in the cafeteria doing that trick.” He winked at me, and I grabbed his head, pulling him in for a heated kiss as we giggled. Our tongues battled again, but more tender this time.

“Well, practice makes perfect!” I snorted when we broke free, moving slightly to get settled better on the mattress. “Here, let’s get a bit more comfortable.” The sleeper cab bed was slightly bigger than a twin bed but could be cramped with two bodies on it, especially with our large frames.

Putting my backside up against the wall, I pulled Connor into me so we could spoon comfortably. I deftly reached into the shelving unit above our heads and grabbed the king-size pillow and weighted throw blanket. The cab had warmed pleasantly, especially with our exploits, but I wanted to make sure Connor was cozy and secure. We could have gotten under the sheets, but it was too much trouble.

“I’d like you to stay here with me tonight,” I whispered.

He shifted his hips and wiggled his jock-strapped ass against my semi-hard dick. “I think that could be arranged,” he answered in a sleepy tone. I wrapped my arm around his waist as we snuggled tightly. Within minutes I heard Connor’s breath even out with a little snore and knew he’d fallen asleep. I reached up and turned the cab lights off.

I lay awake thinking. I was glad I’d decided to meet up with the guys tonight, and I had more fun than I thought I would. I felt the beat of Connor’s heart against my chest as my eyes closed, taking me into much-needed slumber.

I realized I was happy.

16

CONNOR

Iawoke suddenly, not knowing where I was, with the sound of heavy rain outside. It was dark but also warm and cozy, and I couldn’t move. Last night came flooding back, and I realized Mason still had his muscular grip around my waist from our spooning. I also realized I needed to pee.

I did my best to release myself from his strong hold, but Mason only grunted and pulled me in tighter. “Mason,” I said softly, turning my head.

“Mmhmm,” was all I got in response. I tried again, a little louder. “Mason. I need to get up. I need to pee.” I took hold of the hand wrapped around me and was thankful he relaxed enough that I could slip out. He grunted a complaint.

Then I remembered we were in his rig, and there was no bathroom. Standing there in my jockstrap, I thought,there’s no way I’m putting the rest of my clothes on and leaving the truck just to pee against a tree in the pouring rain.It reminded me of my old camping days with Mom and Kyle. Back then, it was easy to slip from the tent and hit the bushes. As a kid, that wasn’t a big deal. But now, I had to figure something else out in my somewhat sleepy haze.

I turned back to Mason’s sleeping form and grimaced, knowing I needed to wake him up. I crawled onto the mattress, still only in my jock, and shook his shoulder.

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