Page 35 of Highway To Destiny

I watched as he ran his tongue up my shaft and licked the sensitive spot under the crown. I didn’t need to tell him anything as he wrapped his lips around it. I shuddered.

“Ohhh, fuck yes,” I cried out. “I think you might be a natural.” Mason took my cock down as far as he could but gave a slight gag, backed off, and took a deep breath through his nose. He looked at me sheepishly. “Don’t feel you need to take me deep like I do,” I said. “What you’re doing is perfect. You know what you enjoy, so do the same to me within your limits.”

Mason was a quick learner, and once he knew not to graze my dick with his teeth, he picked up a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down while he rolled my balls in his free hand. He took his mouth off my cock with a pop and then sucked both of my balls into his mouth, moaning as he did. I felt the vibration through my cock, which made me moan louder.

He slid his tongue from my balls up over my cock and then took me down as far as he could. I felt my balls tighten and knew I was close. “Oh, Daddy, I’m about to come,” I said as I grabbed his hair and started to face fuck him. He pulled on my ball sack and sped up his sucking tempo, wanting my release. A tingle ran up my spine, and then he surprised me by sticking a finger into my already well-fucked hole.

“FUUUCK,” I yelled as I erupted into his mouth. I expected him to back off my dick, but he held firm and swallowed as my release finally slowed to a finish. I still had hold of his hair when I came down from the high and wondered if I’d forced him to stay on me. Slight panic made me look at him. He didn’t show any sign of being forced.

Mason came off my now softening cock and crawled up to kiss me. As our mouths met, I could taste myself on his tongue. His weight shrouded me, making me feel safe and secure.

“Well, that was my second first,” he said with a wink. “Ya know, the consistency of cum is kinda like eggnog.” My eyes widened when he said that. He licked his lips. “I’m glad I like eggnog.”

I burst out laughing and realized he was right. I’d never thought of it like that. “I’ll make surenotto tell Mom when she makes French toast next time.” I only laughed harder. Mason simply looked at me in confusion, so I explained about breakfast this morning. I knew once I told Spencer, though, he’d crack up in hysterics.

Mason continued to blanket me with his body and gave me sweet kisses without saying a word. I felt it was his turn, not wanting to let me go. We held each other in comfortable silence as I lazily stroked his back. “I really should head home,” I finally said, noticing it would be after midnight when I got back. He lifted himself off me and held out his hand to help me up.

“You’re leaving in the morning?” I asked as I got dressed sans the jockstrap.

“Yup, early too. I have deliveries down through Oregon,” he replied. “After New Year, I’ll be heading down into California. I might even make a quick stop in Crescent City to check on the condo and see my buddy, Eli.”

I thought for a moment. “He’s the one that owns the bar, right?”

“Yes. He’s my best friend,” he answered, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me get dressed.

“Does he know about me?” I didn’t want to be too inquisitive, but I wondered if Mason had mentioned me to anyone in his life.

He chuckled and looked down. “He’s not the only one who knows about you.” He looked up at me with a smile. “I mean, not what we’ve done, just that I’d given you a ride to school and told them what I knew about you. My friends are rather astute, and by the way I described you, I think they probably have suspicions about us.”

I was surprised he’d admitted that. For a man who’d been straight all his life and married for part of it, to tell his friends about me made me think he might havesomefeelings for me. I knew I was beginning to fall a little, but I wasn't ready to say anything. I thought about Mason every single day, almost to obsession, but I didn’t know what the future held for us.

Mason watched me finish dressing. He’d thrown on the hotel bathrobe, much to my disappointment. I decided to leave the jockstrap in the bathroom as if I’d forgotten it, wanting Mason to have something of mine, and the black jockstrap fit the bill. However, going commando in the winter wasn’t the smartest thing to do. The gift in the bathroom was worth it, though.

He held my hand as he walked me to the door, and we faced each other, neither of us wanting to part ways. “Call me when you’re on the road,” I said and leaned in for a kiss.

“Of course,” he replied, kissing me back. “When do you head back to university?”

“The term starts around the sixth of January, but Spencer and I want to get back a few days earlier to have things ready for the students we tutor,” I replied.

Mason nodded. “We’ll call and text. As we get closer to springtime, I want to ask you to consider something.” He squeezed my hand. “I’m not sure I’ll be swinging through La Grande until late spring, but I’ll let you know.” He waggled his brow and winked.

“Consider what? No hints?” I asked indignantly.

He kissed my forehead. “Nope. Although it might involve the summer.”

I pulled up a corner of my mouth and gave him the side eye. “A good or bad consideration?”

Mason sighed. “I think it’s a good one, but we’ll see. No more questions.”

He pulled me into a tight hug, and I gripped the back of his robe, not wanting to let go. We kissed our final ‘so long for now,’ and I left his room. I could faintly smell his scent on me as I walked to the elevator, and I missed him already. I thought about what he said about not coming through La Grande until late spring, and that made my heart sink.

The drive was easy,and I arrived home shortly after midnight, noticing a light on in the living room when I pulled in the drive. I stepped out of the SUV and took in the faint scent of chimney smoke. Our neighborhood was quiet; the after-Christmas Day slumber had fallen, and only a few of the houses had Christmas lights on.

Spencer was still up, draped with a lap blanket in an easy chair by the fireplace, reading a book. I realized that it must have been the smoke I got a whiff of before I walked into the house.

“The Prodigal Son returns,” Spencer chuckled as he took his glasses off. “You and Mason had a long goodbye. I honestly didn’t think we’d see you until morning. Your mom went to bed about an hour ago.”

I hung up my coat and joined him by the fire, sitting down heavily on the ottoman in front of the Christmas tree. “I’m in trouble,” I said in a slightly worried tone. “I think I’m falling for my trucker daddy.” Spencer gave me a big smile and put his book down.

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