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MASON

I was 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.

“Spencer plans on hitting Boise. He’s needing some Evan time for sure, as well as time with his family. I’ve decided to go back home to Portland for the week. I’m at a good place in my thesis paper, so that’s not an excuse not to visit.” He paused. “You’ll be happy to know I plan on clearing the air with Kyle while I’m there.”

“I’m glad, babe. It’s been almost a year since you’ve even spoken to each other.” I tried not to keep pushing him about setting things right with his brother when we chatted by phone. It pleased me to hear things might get resolved between the two of them.

We caught each other up on the past couple of days and I told him I’d be on the road through most of December. He’d stuck his lower lip out in protest. “I know, baby, but I’m hoping to take a longer Christmas break this year to spend more time with you. It’ll be worth it.” His face lit up once I said that.

“Maybe this year, if you’ll be in Portland longer, you can help put the lights on the Christmas tree. I hate that job,” he said with a furrowed brow. I laughed at the thought.

“Your break is coming up in another two weeks, so enjoy the time with your mom, and I hope you and Kyle get things squared away. I also hope he’ll be able to look past our age difference,” I replied, scrunching my face. Connor gave me a crooked smile in return.

After a few minutes, we both said our tender goodbyes, but neither of us said ‘I love you’ before we hung up. I almost did, but my brain won out over my heart, so I held back. I did love the man, and perhaps this Christmas, I’d be brave enough to tell him.

The trip Jim had planned would take me up into northern Idaho and then finish outside Seattle. I planned to give Jack and Sylvia a call to see if they would have the time to visit when Thanksgiving finally arrived, which was a week away.

The weather forecast didn’t look that great, with a polar blast headed through the Pacific Northwest. It would be a very cold turkey day with a threat of snow in Seattle, which was rare early in the year. I knew I’d have to traverse the Cascade Range—the mountain snow had already fallen, and I knew the temperatures would plummet even more.

Once I headed out of Spokane, picking up the latest freight, I traveled west over I-90. My delivery was to be unloaded in Ellensburg, and luckily, I would have help. The cargo consisted of heavy boxes that were wrapped and on pallets. I made sure the strapping belts were tight and secure.

It was late morning, and it had been snowing for most of it. I’d put chains on when the snow had started, knowing I’d be dealing with icy conditions. It was a necessity and required over the pass anyway, after I left Ellensburg for Seattle. I always kept under the speed limit on drives like that—most of the big rig drivers did. I’ve done it many times over numerous snowy passes through the years.

The snowplows had done a good job keeping the lanes mostly clear, but the issue was the underlying ice that remained fused to the highway through tough winters. The plows and salt trucks could only do so much.

I was almost to Ellensburg, and the wind had picked up. The issue with wind and semi-trucks is the high center of gravity that can cause the rig to be pushed around. Things were going smoothly until I came across a large swath of ice. A gust of wind hit me, causing the trailer to slip. Even with chains, slides were possible.

I knew instinctively not to overcompensate, so I used my fingertips to steer in the direction of the slide lightly. I removed my foot from the accelerator and hoped I wouldn’t jackknife my truck. I’d had it happen to me in the past, and my truck had always come out unscathed.

The rig was on a slight downgrade, and there weren’t many vehicles on the interstate around me, which I was thankful for. I came off the patch of ice and got traction again. It jarred the rig but not enough to cause further issues. The truck straightened out, and I took a deep breath, regained control, and continued to Ellensburg. I promised myself I’d try to get Jim to keep me in the southwest states during the winter if possible. There was probably a fat chance of that happening.

When I arrived at the drop-off location, there were two gentlemen to help me out. I knew the forklift operator, Frank, from past freight deliveries. We stood around while I stretched my legs and talked about the weather, which led them to talk about their holiday plans. Not wanting to waste more time, I needed to get the truck unloaded quickly and hit the pass before dark if possible, so I asked them to get the forklift as I unlatched the back doors.

I swung both doors open and pulled myself up into the trailer to assess the freight and take care of it quickly. The guys had come back with the forklift and had it in place to take the pallets down. I undid the strapping belt to the pallet nearest the door. The last thing I remembered was a heavy weight coming down on me and intense pain.

Then everything went black.