Page 55 of Highway To Destiny

MASON

Iwas rock hard and leaking precum, but he couldn’t see that…yet.

I’d set up my laptop on my makeshift desk in front of the sleeper mattress in my rig. I was seated in my reversed passenger seat, and the webcam was focused on my face and chest. Over the summer, Connor had purchased us tight-fitting superhero T-shirts, and I thought it would be fun to wear mine during our chat. It was royal blue, emblazoned with a large circular target shield that had a silver star in the center—very Americana.

I dialed his number through FaceLink, and he answered quickly. My jaw dropped at the sight before me. He was also wearing his superhero T-shirt, which was emerald green with a lantern in the center of his chest. His eyes reflected the color of the shirt, and they took my breath away, as they always did.

I missed him so much it hurt. I yearned for his touch, his scent, and his body. I had discovered he was my everything. I’d absconded with one of his shirts from the summer to keep his scent with me, and there were many nights I slept with it as if it were my security blanket.

When he saw my shirt, he started to clap. “I guess we had the same idea,” he said happily.

“Us superheroes gotta stick together,” I snorted. It was all I could come up with.

“Well, we do seem to get sticky when we’re together,” he said as his face flushed at his remark. I smirked.

I felt the need to move the conversation along, so I teased him by angling my laptop down. His eyes went wide, and he produced a toothy smile when I revealed I was only sporting my hard cock with a slick pool of precum underneath it. He licked his lower lip.

In response, he reached up to his laptop and angled it down to show off his equally hard cock. It was my turn to be humored that we’d thought of the same fucking thing without planning it. It was scary when we had the same ideas.

Connor repositioned the laptop and scooted back in his desk chair to show most of his exquisite swimmer’s build. I noticed him reach over and slowly pull into frame the dildo we’d played with in Vegas. The call was going to be good. “Oh boy,” left my mouth before I knew it.

“Keep your webcam pointed at your cock for me, Daddy!” he commanded. I got to thinking this was going to be a fun game of who’s going to take control tonight.

I reached down and ran a lazy finger up and down the underside of my cock. I eventually ran my finger through the pooling precum and brought it to my lips. He heard me moan as I loudly licked my finger.

He held the dildo in one hand and brought it to his mouth. His tongue swirled around its head, and I saw him wrap his other hand around his throbbing dick. He was going to put on a show for me, and I had every intention of telling him what to do for my enjoyment.

Connor kept eye contact while using his talented tongue around the silicone toy. I watched him in earnest as he teased the slit of his slick cockhead. He brought his hand up and swiped his precum on the tip of the dildo and then licked off his salty arousal.

The dildo was about seven or eight inches long, and I witnessed him swallow it all the way to the balls at its base. Watching him deepthroat the toy made my breath hitch, knowing how that sensation felt on my cock. I could see his throat open as he made most of it disappear. It was like watching him suck someone else off. Perhaps that would become another kink of mine.

I’d become so engrossed watching him slather the dildo that my cock was painfully strained. I pumped my erection greedily, edging myself and having to stop to prolong its copious release. We hadn’t said a word the last few minutes, watching each other’s exhibitionism play out. I wanted to see him do more with that toy, so it was my turn to take control.

“I want to see you fuck yourself with it, babe, then I want you to come for me,” I groaned in earnest. Again, his eyes never left the screen as I watched him reach toward the laptop and pull back a bottle of lube from his desk. He knew what he was going to be doing, and I loved that he was prepared for our little show.

He adjusted himself in his chair and brought his feet up to straddle the laptop on his desk. It revealed his pink, puckered entrance, open and inviting, and the sight almost made me shoot my load right then. He had the sexiest tan lines that framed his perfect ass. He took the lube and coated his fingers, swiping up the crack and around his hole. He grinned and teased me by slowly pressing a digit in, then pulled it out, only to circle it again.

Each time he pressed his finger in, it went deeper, and his eyes hooded. He worked two fingers in, and I watched him stretch his hole open. His breathing had become shallower, lost in his bliss as he hooked his fingers to find that special nerve bundle. He shuddered when he hit his mark. A bead of extra precum slipped from his slit. He coated the dildo with lube.

I was transfixed and in a horny daze knowing the show was for me. Had I known our video call was going to go this route, I would have recorded my screen. I was so close to coming but needed to see him shoot his load with that silicone shaft up his ass.

Connor put the head of the dildo against his hole as his eyes bore into mine. With ease, he slipped it to the hilt, which made him throw his head back in pleasure. His other hand had begun to stroke his cock again, pointing it straight up so I could see. I wanted desperately to have my mouth around his shaved cock and balls as he pushed and pulled the toy, increasing the speed in a thrusting rhythm. I could tell he wasn’t going to last long by the amount of groaning he made. His mouth hung open, and he’d closed his eyes.

I had zoomed my camera out so he could see all of me. I stroked vigorously as I watched him writhe. He pulled his head back up and gasped when he came. “Oh, fuck, fuck… fuck meeeee.” I’d never seen him shoot so far. The first stream of cum hit his forehead as he bucked his hips, driving the dildo against his prostate. No less than eight or nine shots of cum coated his face, chest, and stomach, and I watched as his release soaked into his green T-shirt.

His eyes caught mine when my orgasm hit. He had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his armpits showed sweat stains from his exertion. I kept my eyes on his as I came, coating my fist with my cum. My entire body was on fire, and unshed tears filled my eyes. It was one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced, and he brought it on. My hand instinctively came to my mouth, and I licked the salty cum. He looked mesmerized.

When it was over, we sat there looking at each other, totally spent, and Connor giggled. He was giddy, sated, and seemed so full of dirty, boyish mischief. If I could have reached through the laptop, I would have. I wanted to feel his warmth, take in his breath, and caress his face. I missed our physical touch and craved to hold him.

“That was fucking fun…and hot!” he exclaimed loudly. He reached up and wiped the cum from his forehead and cheek, looked at it, and then brought it to the camera for me to see. I laughed as he sucked it off his finger. He looked at his shirt and said, “I made a bit of a mess, Daddy.”

“We both did, baby,” I returned with a chuckle. I reached over, grabbed the wet wipes, and cleaned myself up as I watched him pull his T-shirt over his head, exposing his toned, naked body. It always took my breath away. He briefly wiped his chest with the shirt and tossed it to the side.

Connor raised a finger and said, “Hold on.” He disappeared from the webcam. I heard rustling in the background, and he came back wearing lounge pants and a fresh T-shirt. I sat there with my half-plumped dick between my legs in a stupor and realized I needed to get decent. “Just a sec, babe,” I quickly said before donning grey sweatpants. My shirt was still cum free, and I didn’t want to change it.

Connor had a smile when I came back on camera. “Now what?” he chortled, so full of himself.

“My brain isn’t working at the moment,” I replied, blinking hard. We were still in our post-euphoric headspace, but I took a deep breath to clear my head and then asked, “What did you decide to do for Thanksgiving break?” We hadn’t talked about the holidays yet, and it was already early November.

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