Fuced up Reunion

As soon as the door clicked shut behind us. Cowboy Hat didn't waste time. He shoved me roughly against the stall wall, lips crashing onto mine.

"You're gettin' addicted, aren't ya?" he chuckled roughly, fingers digging into my hips, pressing me hard into the cold metal stall door. "Fuck, baby. I missed ya."

I didn't bother answering him. I fumbled impatiently with his belt. The second I did. My hands went inside his boxers feeling and stroking him.

He groaned and tilted his head. I pulled his cock out and spat directly onto it, pumping him fast.

"Fuck, yeah. Stroke that cock," he grunted, thrusting his hips into my hand.

He yanked his pants along with his boxers, halfway down, then dropped onto the toilet seat, spreading his knees. "Sit on my cock, babe. Cowboy ride this meat."

His engorged cock stood hard and throbbing. I quickly worked on my belt, pushing my pants down, turning my back to him and align his cock onto my hole.

"Shit, baby. Sink on it, now," he groaned impatient, grabbing me hips.

Before I could do so. The bathroom door suddenly slammed open, loudly, echoing sharply through the room, startling us both.

"James! James, I know you're fucking in here!" A female voice shrieked angrily, echoing loudly off tile walls. "Get your ass out here now, you cheating bastard!"

Cowboy Hat froze, gripping me tighter. "Shit--"

I paled instantly. "Are you fucking kidding me? Is that your wife?"

"Shut up," he hissed back sharply. Tucking his cock back into his pants.

"James, I swear to Christ--" she yelled again, banging angrily on stall doors further down. "You better not be in here with some bitch!"

My pulse raced. I heard voices outside trying to calm her down. What the fuck did I get into?

Cowboy hat stepped up onto the toilet seat, docking his head. The scene looked theatrical to be honest.

She banged on stalls down the line angrily, shouting obscenities, before finally banging loudly on our stall door, rattling it sharply.

"Open up right now, asshole!"

Panic surged sharply through me. I cleared my throat hastily. "Ma'am, what the hell are you doing?"

The banging stopped.

"Oh my god--I'm so sorry," she said, mortified. "I thought you were my husband. I'm sorry."

Her footsteps hurried away rapidly, bathroom door swinging shut.

Silence hung thickly between us. Cowboy Hat suddenly chuckled, shaking his head.

"Close call, huh? Fuck, she thought I was bangin some chick."

He stepped down off the seat and reached for me again, like nothing happened.

"Now where were we?"

My stomach twisted bitterly. Clarity hit like a fist. What the fuck am I doing? This wasn't what I wanted. This was supposed to be a one-time thing.

"I'm fucking done," I said flatly.

He raised a brow. "Baby, I'll make sure next time there won't be any interruptions. Come on let's just fuck."

"There will be no next time."

He smirked, tilting his head, like I was overreacting or being dramatic. "What? Feeling guilty now?"

I stared at him.

He chuckled, brushing imaginary dust off his jeans. "You didn't care before. Hell, you came back three nights in a row."

I clenched my jaw. He was right to call me out on that.

"Yeah," I said, voice low. "I won't make that mistake again."

He shrugged, casual as hell. "Suit yourself. I know you'll be back for this cowboy."

Fuck. What the hell was I doing with a cheating bastard? Stupid. Fucking. Self. Too horny to think about consequences.

I stormed out, disgusted--with him, with myself, with the whole damn night.

The storm had only gotten worse. Wind cut straight through my coat. Snow slapped my face. It was becoming more brutal. But I didn't care.

By the time I made it back to the house, I found the lights were still on. Thought everyone would be asleep by now.

The warmth hit me the second I stepped in. I shut the door, started for the stairs--then froze halfway through my first step.

Mason stood at the top, frowning and arms crossed his chest.

"Where the hell have you been?" he snapped. "Do you even know what time it is?"

"None of your fucking business," I shot back, walking up the stairs.

Apparently, that made him even more pissed.

"For Christ's sake Kaiden. Could it kill you to think that there are people worried about you? Mom was freaking out. If I hadn't told her I'd wait up, she wouldn't have gone to bed at all."

I snorted.

"She didn't give a damn when I was out on the streets for eight years. What's changed now?" I pushed passed him.

He grabbed my wrist. Firm.

"I was worried, Kai. Can't you see that?"

Something fluttered in my chest when I looked into his eyes. But I ignored it. I yanked my arms free, glaring at him.

"Oh, what now? Playing big brother all of a sudden?"

He grabbed my forearm this time--clenching tight, jaw twitching.

"God, Kai. You really got a knack for pissing me off."

He stepped closer. Too close. "You went to the bar again, didn't you? What, you that desperate for some cheap dick? How many guys you let fucked you in your filthy ass?"

My blood turned ice.

"Fuck you, Mason."

I shoved him back, made him stagger back a step.

"I fucking hate you. What the hell do you even know about me?"

He looked stunned.

I quickly turned around and stormed to my room, shutting the door behind me. Leaning and sliding against it, staring at the raging blizzard outside the window.

Footsteps approached my door. A pause. I knew he was there--standing just on the other side. But then the shadow under the door moved away.

A whole damn week he ignored me--barely a word, barely a glance--and now he had the balls to say those shits?

Who the hell did he think he was?

I clenched my fists, grinding my teeth.

Why didn't he go worry about that scrawny Ethan instead? Did he got bored of him? Maybe he realized Ethan can't do what I can.

I knocked my head back against the wood. What the hell am I even thinking?

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself, but my brain kept running loops I didn't want. Thoughts I didn't invite--of Mason and me, tangled up in the same bed. Of warmth. Of heat. Of things I shouldn't want.

This was stupid. I was fucking horny. I didn't even get to go at it with that cheating cowboy bastard.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I got up and cracked my door open slowly, the cold air outside my room biting at my skin. The hallway was dim, still, empty.

The silence in the house was only broken by the wind screaming outside, battering the windows like it wanted in.

My feet moved before my brain could catch up. Down the hall, to the room I hadn't set foot in for years. I stopped at the door. My hand hovered over the knob. Hesitating.

But I turned it, anyway. And pushed the door open.

Mason was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. He was shirtless like the cold didn't bother him. Sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The second he saw me, his body stiffened.

"Kai?" he whispered, shocked. "I'm sorry about earlier. Fuck, I shouldn't have said that. I was just worried and it came out wrong."

I didn't say anything. Just locked the door behind me and crossed the room in three quick strides. Before he could react, I grabbed his face and crashed my mouth into his.

He froze for a second, his body rigid, but then his hands were on my hips, pulling me closer. The kiss was messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscles. God, how I missed him.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down to his jaw and neck. He groaned, tilting his head back, giving me more access.

"Fuck...this is wrong," he muttered, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

I didn't stop. I kissed lower, my tongue tracing his collarbone, teeth sinking into his skin. My hand slid down, palming him through his sweatpants. He was already rock hard.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Kai, goddammit--"

I dropped to my knees, stroking him through the fabric. My tongue flicked against one of his nipples, teasing and biting, before moving to the other. I followed the lines of his abs, tracing it with my tongue, moving lower--

"Kai, stop!" he suddenly snapped, grabbing my wrist.

"Stop?" I pulled back, meeting his eyes. "You want me to stop? Then why are you this hard, huh? Was Ethan better than me? Is that it?"

His gripped twitched, then he looked away, clenching his jaw. That pissed me off even more.

"Did you fuck him just like how he begged you to?" I grabbed him through his sweatpants, squeezing hard. "Did you let him ride this? Tell me, Mason."

He let out a strangled groan, his hips jerking into my touch.

"No," he breathed. "I didn't--fuck, Kai, I stopped it. After you left, I stopped. I didn't even get to cum."

I didn't let up, squeezing him harder.

"Then why'd you get hard for him, huh? Why'd you let him suck you off?"

"Because--" He shut his eyes, clenching his jaw. "Because I couldn't stop thinking about you. I kept imagining it was your mouth, your throat taking my cock. Sucking me."

My cock throbbed at his words. I leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

"Am I better than him?" I asked, voice dripping with need.

He nodded, breath ragged. "Yeah. Fuck, yeah, you're better. He can't even deep throat me like you do."

"Good," I whispered, hand still working on him. "Because I'll show you no one take your cock better than your own brother."

He let out a shaky breath, cock twitching. I could feel the wet spot growing on his sweatpants, the fabric damp with his precum.

I leaned in, mouth pressing against the damp spot, licking and sucking the tip. I could taste his salty precum through the fabric. Mason groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair.

"Fuck, Just like that. Shit, just pull my sweats off, Kai. Wrap those hot lips around my cock."

I obliged, pulling his sweatpants down, along with his boxers.

His hard juicy eleven inches cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Thick and veiny.

I stared, my mouth watering. God, I missed this.

"I missed your cock, Mason," I muttered, wrapping my fingers around him, stroking slowly. My grip barely covered his thick warm meat. "So big."

"Enough with the fucking foreplay, Kai," he growled. "Open your mouth and suck me like a good little slut. Do it before I fucking shove your face down my cock."

My own dick twitched when he said that. I love it when he gets like this. Dominant.

I leaned in, kissing the tip, smearing his arousal across my lips. It smelled delicious, manly and intoxicating. My tongue darted out, lapping the salty precum that oozed out at the slit.

He suddenly yanked my hair back, tilting my face toward him.

"What did I just say? I told you to stop fucking teasing and suck my cock," his eyes glinted with something darker. "You need to be punished Kai."

Fuck, He looked so hot. All aggressive.

"Now, open your mouth."

I parted my lips, sticking my tongue out without hesitation. I knew what was coming.

He leaned in close, spit dripping slowly from his lips. He gathered more, a mouthful this time, and spat it onto my tongue.

"Swallow."

I gulped, moaning softly as it went down my throat. "Mmm"

His smirk turned cocky.

"Taste good?"

I hummed. His mouth crashed onto mine, rough, and claiming. Our tongues tangled, fighting for dominance as we devoured each other.

He pulled back, breathing heavy, a string of spit hanging between us.

"Ain't that more a reward than a punishment."

His grip tightened again, angling my head down toward his cock.

"Now, Suck. Show me exactly how bad you want me. Or else I'm gonna punish you, for real."

I didn't hesitate, wrapping my lips around him. I took him back into my mouth, determined to give him the best fucking head of his life.

"Oh fuck, just like that," he groaned, his hips twitching upward. "Keep going. Don't stop until I tell you to."

He pushed my head down, making me gag around him.

"You can do it. You can take every inch, just like before."

It felt like his cock was getting bigger. I tried to relaxed my throat, letting him slide in smoothly.

"Oh yeah. Fuck. Feels so fucking good." His hips instinctively flexed, pushing the last inch. My hands gripped his thighs. "There you go. That's my good fuckin boy."

I was breathing on his pubes, smelling the most delicious musky scent. I started to bob, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

"Just like that," he groaned. "Take it all, deepthroat that shit. Fuckkk, you're so fucking good at this."

His hips started thrusting upwards, meeting me. My throat burned, but he didn't stop. His grip tightened as his paced quickened. His cock hit the back of my throat, and I choked around him. My tears fell down to my cheeks.

"Fuck, yeah. Choke on that cock."

He groaned louder, breathin' heavy. His hips moved like a goddamn piston, fucking my mouth while sitting. My own dick was rock hard, straining against my pants. I couldn't help but reach down and stroke it.

Suddenly, he stood, pulling me up with him, his cock never leaving my mouth. My hands shot out to grip his thighs, steadying myself. His hips thrust forward again, rougher now. Spit was dripping down my chin, making a goddamn mess.

"Look at you, baby. Taking it like a fuckin' champ," he groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. "You want it, you're getting it. Mmm--fuck. You're doing so fucking good bein' my little fucktoy."

"You love this, don't you? Making your brother lose his fucking mind. Shit, say it," he growled.

I tried to say something but my mouth was full of his cock.

"What was that? You dirty slut. Seducing your own brother. Bet you were excited when you heard I was stayin' over."

I hummed again in response. My own dick hurts so bad, it felt like it was gonna bruise.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You came to my room looking all sexy, tryna tempt me and you fuckin' did."

His breathing grew heavier, his hot muscles tensing under my touch. His hips moved like a goddamn battering ram, fucking my mouth hard. My jaw ached so bad.

"You want it, huh? Like this," he muttered, strained. "You can't get enough of my cock."

I gagged, my throat closing around him, but he didn't stop. His grip in my hair kept me steady.

"Good boy," he said. "Your brother's bout to give you his fucking nut. You're gonna get a prize. You ready for it, huh?"

I moaned, my fingers digging on his thighs harder. I sucked him hard like his cock was the most delicious thing on earth.

"Shit--fuck, I'm almost there. I'm so fucking close," he hissed. "I'm getting close, Kai."

My eyes flicked up to his, red and watering, and he cursed again, looking down at me. Primal. So fuckin' hot.

"Fuck. Kaiden," he hissed, strained, his thrust faltering. "Fuck, fuckkk, Oh fuck baby--I'm gonna come. Swallow it. Shit. Swallow your brother's fucking load. Fuckkkkk."

He groaned loud, holding me in place. His entire body trembled, and his cock throbbed against my tongue. Warm, thick spurts of cum filled my mouth, choking me. I gulped it down, but it was too much, too fast, and some leaked out, drippin' down my chin.

He gave a few shallow thrusts as I hungrily milked him good. Savoring his slightly sweet, tangy spunk.

"Hmmpp fuck," he groaned, legs twitching as he pulled out.

The aftertaste was heavy against my tongue. He looked down at me, smirking, then dragged his messy cock across my face, marking me.

"Such a good boy. Look at you on your knees, face painted with your brother's load."

He stepped out of his sweats, kicking them aside. His eyes never left mine as he stood there, bare, muscular, towering over me. Fuck, he was the hottest man I ever saw.

"Take your clothes off, Kai," he said, firm and commanding.

I swallowed hard, wiping my mouth as I stood, getting them off. My cock sprang free. Hard and glistening with my release. I came handsfree, while sucking him. Damn.

Mason sat back down on the bed, legs spread wide, cock still hard, drooling with leftover cum and spit. He leaned back slightly, his eyes dragging over my body.

"Come here," he gestured in between his legs.

I stood in front of him. His hands slid up my thighs, then gripped my cum-soaked cock.

"You're such a slut. Look how wet your cock is. My cock must taste so good, you don't have to touch yourself to come, huh? Tell me how delicious it tastes."

"Hhhmm, yess, Oh god, Mason. Your cock tastes the best, especially your cum. I could still taste it inside my mouth."

"Fuck. You're fucking filthy, Kai. Bet you've been touching yourself, thinkin' 'bout me. How many cocks did you let inside your cunt since me?" he growled, pressing his thumb to my sensitive tip.

"Fuck, Mason. Just one, I swear," I gasped, leaning into his touch. My hands gripped his broad shoulders. "And even then, all I could think 'bout was you, how you felt stretchin' me out, how my hole aches for your monster cock."

He was still pissed but at the same time he was fuckin' hard as a rock. His eyes were dark and filled with lust.

"Good. But that don't change the fact that let some cheap dick get into what's mine," he growled. "What you gonna do to make it up to me, Kai?"

"Fuck, Mason. I'll let you fuck me any time you want. Every goddamn day, until the only cock my hole remembers is yours."

His hands stroked me faster.

"Mmm. That's a start," he looked like a predator looking at his prey. "I can't wait to fuck you, Kai."

"Yes. Please, Mason, I need you right now."

I leaned down, kissing him. His hands found its way onto my ass, squeezing them.

"Get on my lap," he muttered against my lips.

I straddled him, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thighs.

"This is still fucking wrong," he muttered, his lips brushing against my neck, leaving soft, biting kisses.

"Then you wanna stop," I whispered, grinding down on him.

"Fuck no," he growled, biting harder.

He spat into his hand, reaching around. His fingers pressed against my hole, circling, spreading the wetness before pushing in.

"Relax," he muttered, pushing another in, working me open.

I kissed him hard, moaning as he finger-fucked me, scissoring me wide. By the time he added a third, I was panting against his lips.

"I'm ready, Mason," I groaned, my body aching for his cock.

"Yeah?" he asked, pulling out. "Put me in, Kai."

I reached back, wrapping my hand around his hot, slick cock. He hissed as the tip pressed against me, and went in. I pushed back, letting him slide in slowly.

"Oh Fuckkk," he whispered, legs jerking up. "You're so fucking tight."

His cock stretched me good. I gasped, my body trembled as I sank fully onto him.

"Fuck," he groaned, smacking my ass. "I missed how good you feel around me, Kai."

I bit my lip to keep from crying out, my hands gripping his shoulders as I started to move. I rolled my hips against him, grinding down, his cock dragging against my wall.

"Mmm baby. That's it. Take me deep," he whispered, gripping my waist, guiding. "You feel so fucking good."

I sped up, bouncing on his cock, sweat dripping down my back, the bed creaking softly beneath us.

"Oh, yeah. Keep riding me. Bounce on it. Fuckkkk, you're made for this. Made for your brother's cock," he whispered, gripping me tighter.

"Fucckk-k, Mason. You fill so deep," I whispered back, moving faster, harder. "It's so big and warm, it feels incredible."

He groaned, lips parted as he watched me.

"Yeah, you like that? Keep talking Kai. Tell me how much you love my cock."

His hand went for my cock, stroking.

"Yess, yes. Oh, God, yesss. I can't stop, Mason. I don't care if it's wrong, I love being fucked by your cock."

"Fuckkk," he growled, his hips jerking up to meet mine, making the bed creaked louder.

"Shit, we gotta keep it down, Kai," he grunted, squeezing me hard. I let out a loud moan.