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MASON

S pencer had been regaling me with humorous stories about his family, and I did my best to ignore the muffled yelling out on the back deck. Sometime later, I heard Kyle tell his mother something, and then he walked through the living room and stated he wasn’t feeling well. We didn’t have the chance to say anything before he rushed out the door with Bunker in tow.

Connor walked in from the kitchen, and I could tell he was upset as his eyes were red from crying.

“Hi,” Connor said quietly. “Sorry you had to hear or witness the drama.”

Spencer stood and walked over to Connor and gently rubbed his back. “You okay?”

“I’m alright. Just a disagreement with Kyle.” Connor replied shamedly. I knew it wasn’t the time to pry about what went down. I had my suspicions, so I just gave him a sympathetic smile. Sharon walked in, announcing that dinner was ready, and placed a couple of steaming dishes on the table.

The mood at the table was quiet and somber. Sharon had the forethought to take away Kyle's place setting before we sat down. I guided Connor to the table and pulled his chair out for him. I did the same for his mother when she brought the rest of the food to the table.

There was enough food for a battalion, and everything looked perfect. I’d need to really hit a gym after all the food I’d consumed on this trip.

I had cracked open the Sauvignon Blanc earlier and gave each of us a healthy pour. Before I sat down, I raised my glass and gave a toast. “May our troubles be less, and our blessings be more. Merry Christmas.”

Connor and I stared at each other from across the table as all four glasses clinked together. I glanced at Sharon and Spencer, but my eyes went back to Connor. I hoped that made him feel better.

The meal was fantastic, and the underlying somber mood of Kyle’s departure lifted as we ate and conversed. We had turkey with all its trimmings, numerous side dishes, and pumpkin pie to finish. I think we all had seconds at some point. It bothered me a little that Kyle wasn’t here to enjoy it.

Sharon asked me about my business and life as a trucker, my family, and where my hometown was, and even inquired about what sports I liked to watch.Connor piped up when our talk touched on my favorite football team.

“When I first saw Mason and asked for a lift, he was wearing his San Francisco cap,” Connor said. “That explains his obsession since he’s from California.” He gave me a wink, and I lifted my wine glass in a quick salute. Connor seemed to remember everything, and it pleasantly scared me.

When Sharon asked about my family, I was torn as to how much I wanted to reveal at the dinner table. But the truth always comes out, and secrets become a burden. I started by revealing that my parents had been tragically killed in an automobile accident when I was nineteen. I also told them that when I was thirteen, my ten-year-old sister drowned in a freak public swimming pool accident. A teenager had cannonballed into the crowded pool on top of her. She lost consciousness and drowned before she was discovered. Sharon placed a hand on my forearm.

My mind raced, and I weighed if I should talk about Claudia’s death. Since Connor already knew about her, I felt I didn’t want to hide it and then have him question me later about not mentioning her.

His mother was quite welcoming, which I appreciated, but my mental fight centered around what happened between him and his brother. Their rift made me uneasy. Even I fought with our age difference, let alone why I was suddenly attracted to a man after being straight my entire life.

“I lost my wife ten years ago,” I said as I looked down at my half-eaten plate of food. I took a big sip of wine.

The table went still, and all we heard was the crackling of the fireplace, soft Christmas music playing from the stereo, and the laying down of forks. Sharon looked at me, then over to Connor. I could tell she was trying to put the puzzle of Connor and me together.

“She had ovarian cancer that eventually spread to the bone. She fought it for two years.” Sharon’s hand never left my arm. I glanced at Connor, who had a look of empathy and fondness.

“Mason, I’m so sorry for the losses you’ve had throughout your life,” she expressed with a sorrowful tone. “We never truly get over our grief. I’m sure Connor told you about Kevin, my late husband, and that he was killed in the line of duty when Connor was just a baby.”

“Yes, he did. I’m very sorry,” I replied. Her empathy touched me, and I patted her hand, which was still on my arm. I relaxed with her demeanor.

The silence that hung in the air was suddenly interrupted by Spencer. “I’ll never forget when Mr. Pickles died. I cried for days.” He continued to eat as we all turned our heads his way.

“Mr. Pickles?” Connor responded with a raised eyebrow as he turned his head to his friend.

“Yeah. He was my hamster when I was about seven,” he replied.

I put my head in my hand and laughed. Connor and his mother, seeing the levity that Spencer produced, joined in. Spencer had that knowing smile plastered on his face and then laughed along with us. Leave it to Spencer to break up the somber mood at the table.

The rest of the night entailed comfortable conversation, Spencer telling more stories about his family, and numerous flirty looks between Connor and me as we shared a nightcap. As the night ended, I was about to call for a rideshare when Connor suggested he could take me back to my hotel using his mom’s SUV. I wasn’t about to refuse and hoped we’d get some private time together.

I hadn’t felt like spending Christmas night in my sleeper cab, so I opted for a night in a hotel downtown. The lot I’d parked my rig in was on the edge of the city, and the thought of spending my only night in Portland there seemed cruel on Christmas. I didn’t want to be alone and stuck out there anyway.

Before we left, Connor excused himself for a short time. When he came back, he motioned Spencer to join him in the kitchen as Sharon and I continued chatting.

There were goodbye hugs between Sharon, Spencer and me before Connor and I headed out the door. “Your mom is a wonderful woman, Connor. I think you know that, though,” I said as we got into his mom’s SUV. We buckled up, and he looked at me.

“I do know that. Her love and support mean everything to me.” He pulled out of the driveway and put his hand in my lap so I could intertwine our fingers. “Again, I’m sorry you witnessed my brother’s dickwad behavior before walking out the door,” he said with a grimace.

“I’m assuming your argument with him was about me?” I asked as I stroked my thumb over his.

“He was being a fucking dick. He accused me of having daddy issues and was upset I didn’t warn him about you being older,” he replied. I could feel him tense up thinking about their exchange. “And he berated you for being a trucker. He had no right to be judgmental, and he flung it in my face. He ruined Christmas because of it, the son of a bitch.”

He took a deep breath and huffed it out but remained silent. There was no traffic at night, and it was a holiday, so the drive to the hotel was easy.

“Connor, Christmas wasn’t ruined, at least not for me or Spencer. We had an amazing dinner that your lovely mother prepared, and we had a good, relaxing conversation during it and after. I had a wonderful time despite what happened between you and your brother.” I wanted to reassure him that the evening had gone well. He squeezed my hand.

I squeezed back. “To be honest, I’ve been worrying about how I’d be accepted by your family. I am old enough to be your father.” He looked over at me, and I waggled my brow at him. “That’s why I hesitated to accept your invitation.” I paused. “Your mom seemed okay and comfortable with me, though.” His eyes were back on the road, and I could see he was deep in thought.

“I know she was surprised, but Mom was never one to judge. Kyle seemed to have that vice covered,” he said spitefully.

I chuckled. “Just so you’re aware, judgment can also be considered a virtue.” Connor looked at me with a frown. “In this case, though, he probably was a dick in how he spoke to you.” Connor didn’t say anything as I concluded, “I bet he’s always been your protector.”

“I wanted to deck him, but instead, we said things we couldn’t take back. I think we both realized it too late. And yes, he’d always been my protector.” We stayed silent for a couple of minutes.

Connor brought up the dinner conversation about my loss. “I didn’t know about your parents or your sister. You’ve never said anything about them before.”

“Well, we’ve never had deep, meaningful discussions about ourselves in the few times we’d gotten together. You just happened to learn a little more about me tonight,” I replied. “When your mom and I were chatting alone in the living room, she did ask about our relationship. I told her I found myself attracted to you and that I might be bi. I’m pretty sure she’ll want to talk to you about it too.” I looked over at Connor, who kept his eyes on the road and simply squeezed my hand.

We remained silent, but I kept his hand in mine. A few minutes later, we arrived at my hotel. We pulled up to valet parking. “I don’t know if you need to head back, but I’d love it if you could join me for a while,” I said before the valet came around to the driver’s side of the SUV.

“I think that could be arranged,” he replied enthusiastically, and my heart fluttered. The tension in the car had dissipated. I couldn’t get enough of him.

We exited the vehicle, and I told the valet my last name and room number. Connor hooked his arm in mine as we made our way through the lobby, and the concierge smiled at us when we walked toward the bank of elevators. My room was on the fifteenth floor.

As we waited for the elevator, I asked, “Did you tell Spencer you might be a little late returning home tonight?” He smiled but didn’t look at me.

“I did. He said he’d keep Mom entertained until bedtime, then told me to have fun.” The elevator doors opened, and I used the keycard to take us up to my floor.

When the doors closed, Connor was on me instantly. He wrapped his hands around my waist and hungrily attacked my mouth with his. It was sudden, and I wasn’t quite prepared for it. I took hold of the hair on the back of his head and pulled him back enough to hear his breath hitch. He pushed his hips into me, and I could feel his hard erection. My tongue sought his, and my cock came to life.

“Connor, there are cameras in the elevator,” I said, laughing into his open mouth.

All I heard was, “Don’t care.” He continued to grind against me and rubbed my hard cock through my jeans with his free hand. It was almost uncomfortable, but not enough to get him to stop.

The elevator dinged, and Connor backed away, licking his swollen lips. I had a grin on my face as I saw the number fifteen illuminated above the doors. It opened to an empty hallway, and I led us down to my room. I slipped the card into the reader. It flipped green, and I pulled him through the open door. No sooner had the door shut behind us than Connor pulled my coat off as fast as he could.

It was fast and feral. My blood was on fire, and I wanted him. I wanted to take control tonight and didn’t care if I was clumsy. I needed to feel him underneath me. I needed to know what he wanted and what I could do for him. Connor obviously wanted it as much as I did.

Our coats hit the floor. Connor pushed me toward the bed, stepping over the fallen coats. I clicked the desk lamp on to give us some light. He pulled me to him, turned, and backed up against the bed with enough force to make him sit down facing me.

I stood over him with my legs between his, my knees pushed against the mattress. His hands immediately undid my belt, unfastened my jeans, and pulled the zipper down. My cock strained against my black boxer briefs, and he brushed its length with the back of his fingers. I threw my head back at his touch. “Fuuuck,” I let out with a guttural moan.

He pulled my jeans down to my knees and slowly lowered my briefs to meet the denim. My cock sprang free in front of his face, and his heated stare traveled up my body as I took my sweater off. His pupils were dilated when his gaze met mine. He brought his hands up to my nipples, which were erect and hard and pinched them, sending sparks to my cock. He nuzzled his face into my crotch, but his eyes never left mine.

“I like what I see…and I think I know what you want, Daddy,” he growled.

It was almost too much when he grabbed the base of my dick and ran his tongue around the crown. Precum leaked as he tongued the slit, moaning his pleasure and sliding his mouth down the length of my heavily veined shaft. His tongue wrapped under my cock, and I felt the back of his throat. He continued to take me down until his nose was pressed against my trimmed pubic hair. Then he worked his throat muscles and hummed his pleasure.

“Jesus fucking God!” I cried out. “Connor, you keep…you keep this up, and I’m not going to last long,” I pleaded. He slowly pulled off my cock, sucking hard, and then flicked its underside with his tongue.

“You’re not busting your load yet, Daddy,” he smirked. “I want this lovely piece of meat buried deep in my ass.” Hearing that made me shiver, and goosebumps ran over my body. Shit, he’s going to do me in, as I looked into those eyes.

I pulled him up, my hard cock pressing against his still fully clothed body, and brought my lips to his, running my tongue between them. He opened his mouth and sucked my tongue in. I moaned so deeply I knew he felt the vibration in his chest, and I heard him whimper.

“Take your clothes off,” I ordered. He looked deep into my eyes, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it drop to the side. As he stared at me, I saw his want. His fingers undid the top button of his jeans, and then the sound of his zipper made me look down to see his bulge press against his jockstrap. I stepped back to give him room to kick off his shoes and remove his socks and jeans.

He was a delicious sight. I chuckled as I snapped the waistband of his jock. “You seem to like wearing these things.” He gave me a wicked grin.

“I like to wear them when I’m with you,” he growled.

“Leave ’em on,” I said, slipping my jeans and briefs off and removing my socks, flinging them to the side. We were both naked, save for his black jockstrap, so I pushed him onto the bed, and he gave a small yelp of surprise.

“What do you want?” I asked as he scooted further up. His hard cock strained against the black fabric as he pushed a hand under the waistband to stroke it.

He held my gaze. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me,” he pleaded, stroking himself again.

I’d only experienced anal once, a long time ago with a woman, so I understood the mechanics. It was different, but she enjoyed it. The thought of fucking Connor made my dick twitch with anticipation. I crawled onto the bed and straddled his thighs, seeing his breathing quicken. I grabbed his hips, and in one move, I flipped him on his front, making him grunt.

His almost hairless ass was perfect, and the black straps of his jock framed it. It showed off visible signs of a Speedo tan line that was sexy as hell. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered when I leaned over him. He turned his head to the side but couldn’t quite meet my gaze. Arching his back, he pushed his ass up to meet my cock as it leaked onto his crack. I closed my eyes, and my breath shuddered.

“Put your arms behind your back,” I ordered. He did as he was told, and I grabbed both wrists. I took hold of my cock and ran its head up and down through his crack. His moaning turned to a whimper as he pressed his face into the bedspread.

“Oh fuck…that feels fucking amazing,” he huffed between breaths. “I assume you have supplies?” he asked.

I reached over to the nightstand. I’d already placed the lube and condoms there earlier, hoping we might need them should he come back to the hotel. I snatched them up and tossed them on the bed next to us. Connor smiled.

“I’m not quite ready to slip one on yet,” I said as I grabbed the base of my cock. I continued to run my rock-hard dick up and down his ass crack and felt more of my precum slick his smooth skin. I held his wrists firmly in place. The feeling was intense, and we both moaned as he hiked his butt up to meet the playful sliding of my cock. I held the head of my dick against his demanding hole.

“Mason…please, I need you inside me,” he begged, breathing hard into the pillow.

I released his wrists and picked up the small bottle of lube to coat a finger. I knew I’d need to prep him first. “Get on your knees,” I said. He followed my orders, and I watched him slip his arms under the pillow to brace himself. He offered his ass to me, his hole a perfectly pink orifice, and I stared when I brought my finger to its entrance, causing him to let out a loud moan.

I circled his hole, making it slick, and then pressed my digit into the first ring of muscle. He met my finger, pushing back against my hand. “More!” he barked. I responded by slowly pushing my entire finger into him. He let out a small cry.

“You okay?” I asked. He nodded.

“Don’t be stingy with the lube. It’s been a while,” he said with a breathy laugh.

I gingerly pulled my finger out and poured a generous amount of lube directly on his hole. He shivered slightly at its coldness. I coated a couple more fingers and proceeded to breach him. He whimpered again and instinctively pushed back. I twisted my hand and began to finger fuck him with a steady rhythm.

“Oh, fucking hell…Fuck, fuck. More, give me more,” he begged. I hooked my fingers and found his prostate, massaging that special bundle of nerves. His toes curled, and he bit the pillow, moaning into it. He started to rock back and forth as I twisted my hand in and out of his tight hole. He was insatiable, and I was so turned on as I watched him writhe. I needed his lubed channel hugging my raging erection.

“Daddy, please…I need you inside me now,” he bellowed through the pillow.

“Flip over. I want to look at you as I fuck your tight hole,” I growled. Calling me daddy brought out the aggressive alpha in me, and I knew he liked that. He flipped on his back as soon as I pulled my fingers out. His eyes were hooded with desire, but he kept them on mine. He was my undoing. I couldn’t get enough of the man, and I wanted to own him.

Connor grabbed a second pillow and had me place it under his hips. His hand started to knead his cock through the jockstrap, but he never attempted to take it off. I knew he’d only do that if I commanded him to. I loved the sight of it on him. It was a sexy piece of masculine lingerie, and I thought maybe they could be a new fetish of mine.

He spread his legs wide. His lubed and prepped hole was teasing me as he flexed his sphincter. That wicked grin of his returned, and with his index finger, he beckoned me to him. I immediately positioned myself where my thighs almost touched his and grabbed the foil packet, ripping it open with my teeth. I went to put the condom on, but Connor grabbed my hand and took it from my fingers.

“Let me do it,” he said. My heart raced. He had me add more lube to my bare cock, and he sat up to slip the latex ring over my glans. Watching him do that simple task, rolling it down my cock, was one of the hottest things I’d ever witnessed. Even though I was taking control tonight, Connor was still taking care of me.

I brought my hands up to his shoulders and lowered my head, taking his lower lip with my teeth. He let me nibble on it, and soon, our tongues began to battle. We breathed into one another, and his glistening sweat made my skin damp when he pulled me down on top of him. My latex-covered cock met his jockstrap as we continued to kiss.

“Take me, Daddy,” he said when our eyes met. I didn’t waste time as I added more lube to my cock and grabbed his open thighs. I lined my cock up to his hole. “Fuck me…please,” he begged, full of want. I guided the head of my dick into him and slowly pushed through his entrance. Connor threw his head back and held his breath. I stopped and let him adjust to the intrusion.

He exhaled, took in another deep breath, and I could feel him relax around my cock. “More… don’t stop,” he said. The pleasure I felt around my cock was extreme, and I pushed in another inch. Connor continued to breathe deeply as I slowly pushed further inside him. I waited and gave him time to get used to me. My cock finally hit all the way home when I pressed my hips against his. I stared at him in wonder as we became one.

I pulled halfway out, then pushed in as far as I could go. He let out a guttural moan as I began to move in and out of him, and his hands found my ass. He dug his nails into my butt cheeks which fueled my intensity, fucking him harder. We got into a rhythm of him unclenching his hole as I drove forward, and then he’d tighten it as I pulled back. The massage he gave my dick was mind-blowing. I’d never experienced anything like it.

Our moans and heated cries mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin. I pounded him harder, faster, and he matched my strokes by driving his hips up. He was like an animal in heat. I had begun to sweat profusely, and I noticed a few beads of perspiration from my forehead had dropped on his chest. Neither of us cared as we ravaged each other.

“Mason, I’m so close,” he panted. His hands were still digging into my ass cheeks when he cried out, “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I felt his asshole squeeze around my thrusting cock. His body tightened, and I could tell he was coming without touching himself. I did that to him, and with one final push, my orgasm exploded, and I filled the condom with spurts of my cum. “Fuck, fuck. Oh my God,” I cried out. I came so hard I saw white sparks. Neither of us moved after it was over, our pulses raced, and our breath was labored. His head was still thrown back against the pillow when I finally looked at him.

Our breathing and heart rates had begun to slow, and an overwhelming yet satisfying warmth encompassed me. I was sure Connor felt the same. I remained on top of him after our climaxes, sweaty and messy, but I loved it. I pushed myself up and took hold of the condom as I slowly slipped out of him. Connor whimpered at the loss.

I looked down at his relaxed and satisfied form after I took the condom off and tied the end. In the subdued light, he turned his head to the side, and I saw he had come in his jockstrap. His release had spread within the material, creating an impressive wet spot.

He was a sight to behold, and I did that.