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CONNOR

M ason led me down the hall into his master suite. He stood in front of me at the end of the bed and pulled our T-shirts over our heads. Our skin grazed when he stepped closer, and I felt the heat from his body and noted his leather and sandalwood scent. I tenderly rubbed his erect nipples with my fingers, and he gave a throaty groan as he tipped his head back. Tonight, I wanted to take care of him even though he brought us to the bedroom.

I reached up and wrapped my hand around his throat, feeling the vibration of his moans. He looked down at me as I trailed my hand up to the side of his jaw. My other hand found his hip and slowly moved it to the growing bulge in his jeans. I used my palm to massage the shaft as I felt it come to life. His breath shuddered, and his hands wrapped around my ass.

I leaned back. “That’s not yours tonight,” I responded with conviction. “Tonight, it’s my turn to play.” Mason’s eyes went wide, partially out of fear and the rest from surprise.

“Uh, okay,” he said with some confusion.

I commanded him to take off my clothes slowly. I didn’t have to ask twice. He stood in front of me when he was done, and my hands went to the top button of his jeans. I flicked the button open and took his zipper down, noticing the prominent bulge revealed through his open fly. My index fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and I ran my hands back and forth across his hips. Goosebumps appeared on his arms, and I pulled his briefs and jeans down to his thighs, blowing a warm breath over his leaking cock when I bent over. I told him to strip.

“On your back, Daddy!” I said, pointing to the bed. Mason did as he was told—he grinned and scooted up to rest his head on the pillows. I’d placed lube on the nightstand earlier and retrieved it before I sat on the bed with him. Our eyes never left each other when I crawled over his body—our cocks were hard, and we rutted together. I nuzzled his neck, and he groaned with pleasure when I sucked a bruise by his collarbone.

I lifted up and kissed my way down to his pecs. I knew they were a hot zone for him, and I took my time licking and sucking on his hardened nipples. I felt his cock jump when I bit down and suckled one of them, and he smeared my stomach with precum. I continued down his torso and laid my cheek against his hard cock. I took in his musky scent and licked at the slit of his cock, continuing to pinch and rub his nipples.

“Oh fuck, babe,” he moaned, followed by a deep inhale. I knew how much he loved my cock sucking ability, and he shivered with excitement. I wasn’t going to get him off just yet, but I needed him down my throat for my own selfish want. I wrapped my lips around his crown and slowly pushed myself down to take him deep in my throat.

Mason groaned as I sucked. “Ahhh, fuck!” he shouted, pushing his head back into the pillow. I let out a growling moan as I took his cock deeper into my hungry throat and pressed my nose into his trimmed pubes. His ass cheeks tightened, then he grabbed my hair. He bent his knees, and my head was cocooned between his thighs. I knew my next move would be easy with our current position.

I released his cock with a pop and got on my knees. His head shot up, surprised by my sudden move, but I resisted the urge to look at him. I took hold of the back of his upper thighs and pushed his ass up to meet my smiling face. I buried my mouth in his musky hole and pushed my tongue as deep as I could. I didn’t hold back. I wanted him to know I was in control. There would be no slow approach to what I wanted to do.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, again throwing his head back. His cock dripped precum onto his chest and stomach. My dick was achingly hard, slick with precum, so I reached down to stroke it. I pressed my chest against his lower back to keep him in position as I dined on his hole.

Mason was breathing heavily, and I continued to push and shake my head aggressively into his ass. I loved rimming ass, and I promised myself I’d do it every chance I had with this man. I hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, and I knew my stubble added a bristly sensation across the tender skin between his cheeks. It was like scratching an itch you could finally reach.

I didn’t want to stop, but I needed air. I kissed his hole, sat back on my haunches, and breathed heavily. Mason was in another world, almost not present, and it was gratifying to see his euphoria. I knew he’d experienced ass play before with women, but I was a man, a completely different level of mental and physical pleasure.

Balancing his ass in the air with one hand, I flicked the bottle of lube open with the other. I didn’t plan to fuck my trucker top, at least not tonight, but I wanted to feel his silky insides with my fingers. He reached around and grabbed his legs on my instruction, and I coated a couple of my fingers with the lube. I swiped them over his hole, which made his breath hitch at the sudden cold.

I could sense his ambivalence about taking a dick up the ass for the first time. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Daddy, but you’ll like what I’m about to do,” I said with a grin. He nodded, and I could see the relief in his smile. He lay there naked and exposed with anticipation. I loved the sight.

I took one finger, circled his hole slowly, and teased the entrance with little pushes in and out. I saw his breath even out, and he soon relaxed into what I was doing. With each push, I twisted my finger a little deeper. Before too long, he’d relaxed enough that I was able to push my finger in all the way. Mason whimpered at first but then begged for more. I added a second finger gently and hooked it against his nerve bundle, twisting and stroking. I almost had him where I wanted him.

“Whoa…tha…that’s it, right there,” he panted out. I felt him tighten his sphincter around my digits in response.

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 that a 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.

We heard a door open by the restrooms, and Eli quickly said, “You need to talk to him. Let him know how you feel. It might be scary, but he needs to know.” He gave me a wink and went to the other end of the bar. I wasn’t sure if I felt reassured by his advice, but I knew Mason and I needed to discuss our future at some point.

I gave Mason an apprehensive smile when he walked back, and I finished off what was left of my beer. Eli had already meandered down the bar before Mason sat back down. I threw a pointed thumb towards Eli.

“I like Eli,” I said. “I can see why you two are so close.”

Mason nodded. “He’s like a brother to me. We’ve been through a lot together.”

Mason saw I was ready to leave since we’d been there over two hours, and my butt was falling asleep, having sat for so long. Mason took care of the tab, and we said our goodbyes to Eli. We promised him we’d be back before we headed out of town.

We had less than two weeks before I needed to return to university, and our route would be taking us up through Oregon to Portland. I was happy I’d be able to visit Mom before classes started. I’d decided to take the bus back to EOU from Portland so Mason wouldn’t have to take me to La Grande. Mason was headed up the interstate to Bellingham by the Canadian border anyway for a scheduled delivery that had been added to our trip.

Throughout the summer, Mason and I had chatted about the strained relationship between my brother and me—he convinced me I needed to clear the air with him. Unfortunately, Mom said Kyle would be on a camping trip with his friends when I got to Portland. The timing of my arrival and his leaving only pushed us further apart as time wore on, and it haunted me. I now had two very important conversations to have. My brother was one, and the other was telling Mason I’d fallen for him.

I had more than fallen—I was in love with him.