Page 51 of Highway To Destiny

Mason soon relaxed into the stretching and twisting. I felt his eyes glued to me as I pleasured him. I wanted him to finish big for me, so I swiftly grasped his cock and took him deep into my throat while I massaged his prostate. Within seconds, I felt him clench around my fingers again, and my throat opened further, taking his pulsing cock down as far as I was able.

“Ahhhhh, oh fuuuck, oh God…I’m going to…” he cried out as I took his copious jets of cum into my mouth and throat. He tasted so good, and all I could do was moan with pleasure as I swallowed.

In his post-orgasm haze, I licked his cock clean, and my release came upon me in a tingling rush. I kept my fingers in him and jacked my dick hard and fast. I leaned over him when I came—shot after shot streamed across his belly and chest. He watched me succumb to my release, and I could see his slowing pulse throb in his neck. He looked flushed, and I knew I did too.

Mason grunted when I pulled my fingers out. Placing my hands on either side of his hips, I languidly licked and slurped my cum from his belly button.

I looked up at him and swiped my hand across the remaining jizz, bringing it to his mouth to lick it clean. He stared at me as his tongue worked over my palm and fingers. It was fucking hot to watch.

“Yup, just like eggnog,” I said with a snicker. He burst into a hearty laugh that made me smile.

He reached up and pulled me on top of him. “I’ve come to realize you’re one silly boy, babe,” he replied. His hands wrapped around the back of my neck as he pulled my mouth to his, tasting himself when he sucked on my tongue. I hooked my arms under his and rested my hands over the back of his shoulders. When I laid my head on his chest, I heard his powerful heartbeat.

His voice reverberated into the ear I had pressed to his chest. “I wasn’t sure what you were going to do, but I enjoyed thata lot.And…I hope I’ll be comfortable enough for you to fuck me in the future.” I simply hummed in response.

We lay tangled together for a short while and then decided to shower and get a good night’s sleep. Mason was going to show me the sights and introduce me to his best friend the next day. I was a little anxious, but apparently, his friend knew about our relationship.

I woke to Mason giving me a lazy blowjob. He said he didn’t want to disturb me suddenly and thought using his warm mouth would be the best alarm clock. He was right. I took in the bright blue sky, crashing surf, and smell of the sea, which made me come hard, and he swallowed my load. I needed coffee.

We cleaned up, dressed, and had coffee in his kitchen. I stared at the ocean view as my coffee mug produced enough steam to fog a patch of the window in front of the cup. I realized it was the first summer I’d never had the opportunity to swim. The expanse of water was calling me, but I knew it would be frigid, and I wasn't an open-water swimmer anyway.

We tried to find the occasional pool while on the road, but it was a challenge. We were able to do workouts at travel centers and the fitness chains Mason belonged to. That kept us fit throughout the summer, along with loading and unloading freight.

My thoughts drifted to last night and how my feelings were growing stronger. The feelings didn’t scare me; they only made me sad that our time together during the summer was coming to an end. We hadn’t talked about the next time we’d see each other, and I could only hope it wouldn’t be months away. I needed to remind myself he had a job to do, and it depended on his schedule.

Mason and I took his SUV, driving along the scenic coastline. I found myself selfishly taking pictures with my phone to send to Mom. Every time I turned around after taking numerous photos of the same thing, there was Mason, watching adoringly. He made me feel wanted and safe.

By the time he’d finished showing me most of the town and the local coastline, it was lunchtime. We both agreed we were famished since we’d only had coffee at his place, so Mason thought it was a good idea to hit Eli’s Bar and Grill for a bite and for me to meet his best friend finally.

When we got to the bar, my nerves made me shiver a little. Mason noticed, stood next to me, and waited.What if his friend gives me the same kind of attitude my brother did with Mason? Eli knew about us, but once he meets me, will it turn him off and possibly ruin their friendship?

“You okay?” Mason asked, with concern in his voice.

“Yeah…just a bit nervous, I guess,” I replied with a quick shoulder shrug, glancing in his direction.

“Don’t be, babe. You and Eli will get along just fine.” Mason hooked his arm around my waist and pushed us through the door.

I recognized Eli right away from a picture Mason had tacked up in his rig of the two of them, fishing rods in hand. The man was behind the bar and looked to be near Mason’s age, but he sported a thick, white mane of hair feathered back over his ears and parted down the middle. A heavy mustache of the same white hair, expertly trimmed, grew perfectly across his upper lip. He was in good shape with a hint of manly padding around the middle that showed under his bar-logo T-shirt. I could easily see him and Mason as besties.

Mason gave me the option of sitting at the bar or in a booth to be more comfortable. I chose the bar so it would be easier to chat with Eli. The place was busy for lunch and looked like a tourist bus had just unloaded. Mason laughed when I mentioned that quietly in his ear.

Eli had been at the far end of the bar, but when we came in, he looked over and gave a quick wave. We found two stools and parked ourselves on them. Eli walked up with a huge smile and fist-bumped Mason. He turned his attention to me, never dropping his expression, and offered his hand in a welcome greeting.

“You must be Connor,” he said. I barely saw his upper lip move under his heavy mustache as I took his strong grip, and his resonant voice was extremely sexy.

“Yes, sir, that’s me. You’ve got to be Eli,” I said happily, returning the smile. I could feel Mason looking between the two of us during the exchange and assumed he was happy with his decision to have Eli meet me.

Eli asked a few questions about how the summer had gone and about my area of study in school. He was pulled away between questions to tend to other patrons. It looked like he had a server that tended the tables and booths, so he stuck to the bar. When he came back, he apologized for the interruption, but we understood and said we’d be hanging out until after the lunch crowd cleared. He passed menus our way and took our drink orders.

The menu looked great, and once we ordered, Eli boasted that if there was anything I wanted cooked differently, he’d make sure the kitchen knew. I thought Eli was trying to impress me just as much as I was trying to impress him. Mason just sat through the niceties and shook his head a couple of times.

When the bar thinned out, Eli was able to spend more time with us without prying ears overhearing our conversation. He asked some pointed questions about our future and where we felt things were headed. Mason and I were noncommittal, considering we hadn’t had those conversations ourselves yet. I think we were tentative about answering any questions regarding feelings and that big four-letter word that began with ‘L.’ There were times when I wanted to tell Mason I’d fallen hard for him, but fear held me back.

Mason excused himself to use the men’s room, which gave Eli the opportunity to tell me something in confidence when we were alone. Eli reached out and patted my hand as if to reassure me.

“Connor, it's been a little over ten years since Mason lost his wife, and he’s never attempted to fill that void until maybe now.” Eli looked toward the restrooms. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, please be kind to his heart. I can tell he’s falling for you—I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. But I’m sure he hasn’t said anything to you about how he's feeling. He’s not wired that way. He's going to protect his heart the best way he knows how. But I think fate has brought you into his life, and you’ll be good for him.”

Eli had a look of pleading in his eyes when he finished, and I knew he cared deeply for his friend. I looked down at the bar top as I spoke. “Eli, ever since I met him, I’ve felt something, something bigger than I’ve ever felt with anyone. I want to spend my life with him, but I’m scared to bring it up. I don’t want to scare him away. Maybe he likes things just the way they are.” I looked up, and Eli was smiling.

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