Page 19 of Highway To Destiny

“Wha..what,” he said sleepily, not opening his eyes.

“Mason, I need to pee, but there’s no bathroom,” I whispered loudly.

He chuckled. “You don’t wanna go outside?” I could see him open one eye and smirk.

“Seriously?” I replied. He snorted.

“In front of the passenger seat, you’ll see a small storage cabinet. It has a black silicone bottle with a lid. Just use that.” He then rolled over towards the cab’s wall and adjusted the blanket over his shoulders.

“Oh,” I replied as I shuffled to the passenger seat and saw the small cabinet. I opened it, and sure enough, there sat a black silicone bottle. “Well, isn’t this a clever and convenient device?” When I was done, I put the lid back on and set it in the cup holder between the seats. We’d need to deal with disposing of it later.

I went back to the bed platform and lay down, pressing my chest against Mason’s back—It was my turn to be the big spoon. He pulled my arm tightly to his chest as I heard his hum of approval, and I lightly strummed his chest hair. I’d looked at my watch before getting back in bed and it was only about four-thirty in the morning. I figured we could get a couple more hours sleep before starting our day.

Oh, fuck! He’s hitting the road today.That thought made my stomach tremble.

Mason was first to stir two hours later. But my back was up against his, so he easily rolled over and pressed himself into me. I welcomed his strong embrace and woke up, feeling him kiss the back of my neck. I also noticed his hard cock pressed against my ass. It was raining, and I could hear the steady drum of drops on the roof of the cab.

“Someone’s frisky,” I chided, reaching behind me to take hold of his throbbing cock. “Do you want me to take care of you?” I asked as he slowly pumped his hips into my hand.

“I won’t argue,” he replied, and I felt his precum slick my palm.

“Lie on your back,” I instructed as I pushed the blanket down and took my jockstrap off. He stared hungrily at me as I straddled his thighs, which brought our hard cocks together. “Lube?” I asked. He pointed to where a small bottle of lube was located. Squeezing a generous amount into my palm, I took both our cocks in one hand and stroked. He breathed a guttural moan.

I bent forward and put my mouth ever so lightly on his and brushed my tongue over his lips. His moaning rumbled and vibrated through his chest. As I tongue fucked him, my free hand brushed and tweaked his erect nipples. He shuddered, and I realized they was a definite hot zone for him. I wanted to see him come hard under me. I wanted to watch his cum spray all over his stomach and chest.

Our moans were feral, and I stared into his eyes. I was getting close. Our cocks were similar in length, but Mason’s had more girth, and I craved that dick stretching and filling me so badly. I knew it wasn’t the time for us to take it to that level, but I knew, at some point, it would happen. It was destined.

My balls tightened as Mason opened his mouth, looking like he was going to call out. He tipped his head back, mouth agape, as I continued to stroke our cocks never letting up playing with his sensitive nipples. “Oh, holy fuck!” I cried out.

Our releases shot their creamy loads as we looked at each other. I gazed down to witness how they coated his torso with slick pools. The intensity of my orgasm made me shoot so hard I hit his chin and lower lip, and he licked it off with abandon.

I laid on top of him, and we breathed in tandem as our heart rates slowed. I took the opportunity to run kisses across his collarbone, and he gently smoothed circles over my back. It wasn’t quite ticklish, but still gave me goosebumps.

Mason spoke first. “That was a first. Whose cum did I lick off my lip?” he asked with a small laugh, which made me snort a louder one.

“Ha, that would have been mine,” I said, my head resting on the side of his neck.

“You taste good. Almost sweet, actually,” he replied.

I chuckled and looked up at him. “It’s all that damn pineapple I eat.”

Mason looked puzzled. “How does pineapple have anything to do with your spunk tasting sweet?” He furrowed his brow.

“It’s a thing. Pineapple and even celery can help your cum taste sweeter and not so bitter,” I answered. “Something about acidity versus alkalinity. I think it’s probably just a gay myth, but it seems to work.” I looked at him with a grin, and he laughed.

“I guess I’ll be adding more pineapple and celery to my diet,” he responded with a chuckle. “I don’t want you to say I taste bitter.”

I sat up and placed my hands on each side of his head. “Everything about you tastes good. Even that,” I said as I looked at him. I gave him a quick kiss and pulled the blanket back over us to stave off the chill.

I reluctantly changed the topic as I intertwined our legs. My head lay on his chest as I spoke. “I know you need to hit the road today, but I hope you had a good time and you’re happy you stayed the night.” I paused briefly. “I know I’m happy you stayed.” I tried to keep myself from acting too disappointed, mentioning his inevitable departure, but I needed to let him know how much his presence meant to me both last night and this morning.

He didn’t say anything right away, so I sat up again and waited.Did he have a good time? Was this too much for him to take in, as it was his first time with a man?

Mason looked at me with kindness and contentment as he placed his hand against my jaw. “I had an amazing time, Connor,” he said fondly, and my heart soared. “I haven’t felt this comfortable or drawn to anyone in a very long time.”

I could tell he was thinking about the wife he’d lost, but I knew comparing me to her was like comparing apples to oranges. On the other hand, whether it was a man and a woman or two individuals of the same sex, human attraction and connection were universal.

Mason glanced at the watch on my wrist and asked what time it was. “It’s going on seven o’clock,” I said.

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