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CONNOR

I was totally spent. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t let me. I laughed when I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Mason looking down at me like I’d lost my mind. He was a fucking god. I hadn’t been plowed that long and hard ever. No other boyfriend or fuck buddy had ever pushed my buttons like Mason did.

“What just happened?” I asked him with a smile.

He chuckled. “I think I fucked your brains out,” he replied with a look of satisfaction. He climbed over and lay on his side, propping his head in his hand. He continued to stare down into my eyes.

“I’ve never come without touching myself,” I said. “And in my jock, no less!” I laughed again. Mason had a look of adoration, smiling at me.

“Feel free to blame me, babe,” he said while running his hand over my chest and stomach.

He called me babe! I called him ‘Daddy’ before, but this sentiment makes my heart skip!

He kept his hand on me as I shifted to my side and faced him. Moving his hand to my hip, he gently played with the waistband of my jock. It was a wet, sticky mess and felt cold and damp against my skin.

“As much as I’d love to cuddle right now, let me get this sticky thing off,” I smirked. Mason nodded and gently pushed me off the bed towards the bathroom.

I took the condom with me to discard it. Removing my jock, I gave it a quick wash, including myself. I rolled it in a towel, squeezed the excess water out, and let it hang over the faucet. I walked back to the bed naked, joined Mason, and intertwined our legs. He lovingly ran his hand over the side of my face, and I pressed into it.

“That was utterly amazing, Mason,” I said softly as his thumb caressed my cheek.

“You have the most talented ass, babe. It’s addicting, but it’s a habit I think I could suffer through,” he said, the corner of his mouth growing into a grin. His grin soon faded. “I assume you need to head back home tonight?”

I pressed my face harder into his caress. “I wanna stay with you tonight, but it’s best if I head back. We have some time, though. I’m not in a hurry. I told Spencer not to wait up, but I don’t want to experience the walk of shame in the morning.” Mason smiled, and my cock stirred again.

Mason laughed as he felt my swelling dick against his hip. “I see someone expects round two,” he said with raised eyebrows. “I haven’t recovered yet, but I’d be more than willing to help you out.” Mason licked his lips.

Before I knew what was happening, Mason slid down to my now fully erect cock, pushed me onto my back, and took hold of my throbbing cock.

He looked at my cock in reverence and took hold of its base. “I’ve never done this before, so let me know what you like or if I’m not doing it right,” he said as he stared at it.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” I replied.

“No, I really want to, babe,” was all he said, and then he licked his lower lip again.

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 sure not to 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 have some feelings 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.

“And that’s a problem, why?” he replied, keeping a smile on his face. Spencer always took a positive approach in any situation. He could be impatient at times, but he was always my supporter, my golden retriever.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure where things are headed. I’m torn between wanting to be with him constantly and knowing our lives aren’t in sync. I'm a college student, and he's on the road all the time up and down the West Coast. Oh, and not to mention our age difference. Not the best scenario for a budding relationship.”

“We’ve gone down this road before, Connor.” He gave me a stern but understanding look and sat upright on the edge of the chair. “You’re overthinking again. Just enjoy it for what it is and stop worrying about what might or might not happen.” I looked at my feet and had to agree with him. Mason and I had only known each other for about four months, and I realized I was obsessing.

“By the way, how was the sex tonight?” He cut right to the chase after his little lecture.

“And there it is,” I replied. I figured he’d eventually go there. I quickly glanced down the hall and lowered my voice. “He fucked me, I mean, royally fucked me. Then he blew me… and swallowed.” Spencer’s eyes were wide with astonishment. “He said it has the consistency of eggnog.”

Spencer slapped his hand over his mouth so as not to wake up my mom. When his laughter died down, he said, “Wow, going from straight to gay in such a short time. And you didn’t even need to get him drunk.”

I rolled my eyes. “He says he’s not gay, just into me. And boy, was he into me a couple of hours ago.” I opened my eyes wide, and Spencer giggled. “What concerns me is this is just an infatuation he’ll eventually get over, and he’ll go back to his old, straight life.”

“Stop it,” he said. “I saw the way he looked at you tonight at dinner and when we were all chatting in the living room. He’s quite smitten, and I predict you’ll be together a long time.” I appreciated his honesty and positive outlook.

“Do you believe in fate?” I asked.

“You mean a path where our lives are determined for us?” He held up a hand and wiggled it back and forth. “I think there’s some truth to that, but I also think it’s how we approach what we consider fate or destiny. The one thing we have going for us is choice. Not everyone makes the right choice, and that’s where I feel that little voice, that gut feeling, needs to be listened to. Some people aren’t attuned to it, but I think you and I are. I bet Mason is too.”

It had always amazed me how Spencer’s wisdom came through his veneer of happy-go-lucky. He smiled and grabbed my hands. “Go with what your gut is telling you, Connor. Your heart can follow.”

He let go of my hands and sat back. “By the way, Evan texted me tonight to wish me a Merry Christmas. It was a nice surprise.”

My mouth dropped open. “Really?” He nodded but didn’t offer any more information. “So, what is your gut telling you about him?” I teased.

“I think he likes me, and I think I like him too. We’ll see how the rest of the year plays out now his football season is over.”

I smiled and hoped Spencer’s choices and fate were in line for him.