Mason lay on his bed staring at the ceiling; the room was dark but for a sliver of light coming in through the high windows. It had been over a month since Hunter and Sadie had left. Over a month since his secret affair with his sister's boyfriend had ended. He missed Hunter. School and his school friends were boring in comparison to what they'd shared over Christmas break. The memory of Hunter's laugh made Mason smile and his skin still tingled from where Hunter had touched him. Every night when Mason went to bed, all he could think about was how amazing it felt when Hunter had taken him completely. Just thinking about Hunter's thick cock sent shivers down his spine... But there hadn't been any contact since Xmas break ended--no texts, no messages on his Instagram, no voice memos. To rub salt to the wound, his sister was constantly posting pictures of herself with Hunter to Insta--as if she were flaunting him for all to see. All Mason wanted was more time with Hunter; their connection was so real and tangible and yet now it was totally out of reach... maybe it always had been.
Mason picked his phone and stared at Hunter's texts. No messages since December 30th at 12:34 am--when Mason had sent the fateful text that had prompted Hunter to storm into his room and fuck him like an animal. He shuddered at the memory--it had been incredible; and then just like that it had been over. Mason had thought he'd be fine when Hunter had told him--in no uncertain terms--that their little affair was done. Honestly he had been fine for a while. But as the days turned to weeks Mason fell into a malaise that nothing was fixing. He needed to know what Hunter was feeling, what he was thinking. Did Hunter miss him at all? He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to text Hunter.
Mason: Hey, I know you said no contact... but I miss you
Mason held his breath as he waited for Hunter's response. He was almost certain he would be ignored, but the hope that maybe--just maybe--Hunter felt something too kept him holding on to his phone like a lifeline. Maybe two minutes later, his phone buzzed.
Hunter: Hey Mase
Mason stared at those two words. An acknowledgement! That was something at least. Those dreaded three dots told him that Hunter was typing more. Mason was almost shaking as those dots kept disappearing and reappearing for over a minute when they suddenly disappeared altogether. He started to feel dejected when suddenly his phone buzzed again.
Hunter: I miss you too
It was such a simple message. Just three words, but they made Mason's heart leap in his chest.
Mason was over the moon. He took a deep breath to try and contain his excitement; he needed to pace himself--he didn't want Hunter to think this meant nothing or that Mason was desperate. He bit his lip as he tried to come up with something cool and witty, but all he could muster up in the end was:
Mason: Really?
He held his breath again as he waited for Hunter's response. This time the three dots didn't appear, which made Mason feel a bit uneasy; Maybe Hunter was regretting what he had said and didn't know how to take it back. But then, after what felt like an eternity, his phone finally buzzed again:
Hunter: Yeah, really
Mason: What do you miss?
He was curious to know what, exactly, Hunter missed about him. He knew he should've just been happy with the fact that Hunter had said he did miss him but Mason wanted more--he wanted to hear it from Hunter's own lips.
Hunter: There's something missing every morning at breakfast...
Mason smiled to himself. He knew exactly what Hunter was referring to: their morning footjobs under the kitchen table. Suddenly, he felt bold enough to ask his own question:
Mason: Is that all you miss?
Hunter's response came almost immediately this time. His phone kept buzzing as three texts rolled in rapidly. Mason could feel anticipation bubbling in his veins as he read them.
Hunter: No I miss everything else too... I miss the way you look at me, the way your laugh sounds in my ears, your confidence in everything... I miss the noises you make when I touch you, the way it feels when I'm inside you, the way you say my name when I hit you just right...
Mason was speechless. Hunter had said all the things Mason wanted to hear and more. He felt his heart swelling with joy and love; here was someone who truly understood him. Mason knew there were still many things to discuss, but right now all he wanted to do was revel in this moment of bliss. He kept rereading Hunter's words and he felt himself getting aroused.
Mason: Fuck. I miss you inside me so much
Was that too much? Mason wondered. He didn't want to seem too needy. But then Hunter's response came and Mason realized he needn't have worried.
Hunter: You feel so good and tight around my cock, Mase
Mason smiled to himself; Hunter was feeling it too! With a newfound confidence, he sent another message--
Mason: Mmm I'm so tight anymore, Hunt
Along with the text, Mason sent a pic of his sexy soccer butt, cheeks spread, hole so tight from weeks of no action. Hunter's response came almost immediately--
Hunter: Damn, Mase. You're killing me...
Mason almost dropped his phone when he saw the picture Hunter had sent him. It was a close up of Hunter's cock, hard and ready for action. He was getting hard just looking at it; he wanted to touch Hunter so badly right now! Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Mason replied:
Mason: Fuuuck I can't believe that huge cock fucked me... twice!
Hunter: I know right? You're so fucking tight, Mase
Mason felt himself blush as he thought about all the naughty things he wanted to do with Hunter. He was almost embarrassed by his own thoughts; it had been so long since they'd seen each other and he was desperately horny:
Mason: I want you inside my mouth
He waited with bated breath for Hunter's response; he was almost scared of what it would be. But then, after a few moments, his phone buzzed and Mason felt relief wash over him as he read the words:
Hunter: I want to feel your hot mouth around my cock, Mase
Mason felt himself getting even harder at the thought of Hunter's huge cock in his mouth. He wanted it so badly he could almost taste it; but there was still something holding him back--the fear of being rejected again after all these weeks without contact. Taking a deep breath and mustering up some courage, Mason sent another message:
Mason: Can we do this? For real, Hunt?
Mason waited for what felt like an eternity, but there was no response from Hunter. His heart sank and he felt himself second-guessing everything. Had he been too forward? Too needy? If Hunter wasn't interested then why had he sexted with him? Finally his phone buzzed.
Hunter: Mase... You know we can't. Sadie...
Mason felt his heart fall as he read Hunter's words. Fucking Sadie. He knew that Hunter was right--they couldn't risk hurting Sadie again and he didn't want to ruin his relationship with his sister. But it still stung. It seemed so unfair to have to let go of something so amazing and special before they'd even gotten started just because of Sadie. She had always been the best; had always been first; had been the perfect older sister. He knew he should feel differently, but Mason was practically past the point of caring. She never took him seriously anyway! He was no threat in her eyes so why shouldn't he take advantage whenever he could?
Hunter: I'm sorry--I shouldn't have gotten fired up like that with you... We need to keep the past in the past.
Oh fuck you, Mason thought to himself. This is just like what Hunter kept doing over Christmas break--falling into a passionate moment with Mason and then pushing him away immediately after. It seemed so cowardly to him. But deep down he knew that Hunter was struggling with temptation and trying to do the right thing; Mason couldn't help but respect him for that. He sighed heavily; maybe he should back off a little and not come on so strong.
Mason: It's ok... I understand.
He didn't.
Hunter: I'm still here for you, Mase. We can talk anytime you want.
Mason rolled his eyes as he read Hunter's words; it was sweet of him to say but they were way past just talk, and Hunter knew that as well as Mason did. Mason knew that they could have something amazing and special together--and he wasn't about to give up on the possibility without a fight--Sadie or no Sadie. In that moment he promised himself that he would have Hunter again, and soon.
Fiddling with his phone, Mason psyched himself up to put his plan into motion. He'd spent the weekend coming up with a scheme on getting Hunter again. He was going to call his sister Sadie and invite himself to stay with them during his spring break to take one last look at a university in D.C.; all with the actual purpose of finding some alone time with Hunter away from his sister's watchful eye. It would be risky but Mason felt like the payoff would be worth it--he wanted more than just hot text messages; he wanted real intimacy with Hunter again.
He took a deep breath before tapping Sadie's contact. After two rings she picked up: "Hey Mase!" Her voice sounded cheerful as always and Mason couldn't help but smile despite feeling a pang of guilt for his true intentions.
"Hey Sades," Mason said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "How's it going?" Sadie gave him the lowdown on her busy hospital job in D.C., how she and Hunter were getting along, and of course all about their cute little apartment--which was conveniently located right near a university that Mason had been accepted to.
"So what can I do for you, Maseyboy?" She asked.
Mason took another deep breath before launching his scheme; he told her he wanted to come visit during spring break so he could take one last look at the university before making any final decisions about where he'd be attending in the fall.
Sadie squeaked over the phone; talking fast. "Oh my god, baby bro, that's such a good idea! Of course you can come stay with us! We finally have our guest room all ready to go; it's got a cute decor that I put together! It's a shared space with Hunter's home office, unfortunately, but..." She rambled for a bit about designing the space and Mason zoned out until she brought it back to the matter at hand. "You can stay as long as you want! We're happy to have you! Oh shit--I'll be working lots of day shifts though, so Hunter will have to entertain you most of the time since he's working from home. Ugh! We never get to hang. Would that be okay?"
Mason smirked; it was perfect. His sister was willingly shoving him into her boyfriend's arms! He knew he should feel guilty; that he should call it all off. But he didn't--he was determined now more than ever to make Hunter his again, and so far it seemed like the universe was conspiring in his favor.
"Sounds great, Sades," Mason said with a grin as excitement coursed through him. "I can't wait!"
A few minutes after he hung up with Sadie his phone buzzed. Mason's heart skipped a beat as he saw Hunter's name on his phone. He had been expecting this--Sadie must have filled him in right away. Taking a deep breath, Mason opened the message:
Hunter: What the fuck are you doing, Mason? Coming to visit for school? Yeah right. I thought I said we were done with this? You're playing with fire and it could end up burning us both!
Mason frowned; so much for being subtle! He quickly texted back:
Mason: I'm not trying to play with fire, Hunt. I just want to see you again and this seemed like the only way...
Mason waited anxiously for a response; he knew Hunter was probably angry but he also hoped that his words had gotten through. He wanted them both to be happy--even if it meant risking everything in the process. Finally his phone buzzed again:
Hunter: You know we can't do this... I don't want Sadie getting hurt. I like my life with her. Don't blow this up Mase.
Mason sighed; he knew Hunter was right. But he also knew that they could make it work if they both wanted to. He just had to show him how strong their connection really was and prove that they could keep Sadie safe while still exploring what the two of them had together.
Mason: I know, Hunt... but she won't get hurt if we're careful ok? Please don't shut me out again--I miss you and I need you so bad.
Mason hit send and waited for Hunter's response. He knew it was a risk--but he had to try.
Hunter: I miss you too, Mase. Of course you can come visit. But we can't do anything like at Christmas.
Mason smiled; Hunter hadn't said no! Well, Mason thought, really he couldn't say no without tipping off Sadie that something weird was going on. But still... Hunter didn't seem mad anymore, just nervous. Mason smirked and felt his asshole twitch. He should be nervous...
Mason: Don't worry, Hunt. I'll be on my best behavior ;)
Mason knew how Hunter would interpret that message. Honestly, he had no intention of being careless with Sadie's feelings--or risk blowing up their relationship. He would be careful. But he also wouldn't deny himself the time to rekindle his connection with Hunter either. Mason smiled to himself and flopped back on his bed, feeling confident in his plan.
Mason stepped off the train and into the bustling station in D.C., feeling a strange mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through him. After weeks of waiting, he was finally here--in Hunter's city. He had been so nervous all morning that his stomach felt like it was full of butterflies, but now that he was here those nerves were quickly turning to anticipation as he thought about what could lie ahead for them.
He hadn't heard much from Hunter over the past few weeks; only a few sporadic texts telling him not to do anything stupid while visiting and reminding him to be on his best behavior around Sadie. Mason knew this would be hard--it wasn't easy keeping secrets from someone you love after all! But if they wanted any chance at being together again then they needed to proceed with caution; one slip up could ruin everything before it even began!
With these thoughts running through his head, Mason called an Uber and made his way towards Sadie's place where she'd promised to have lunch ready when he arrived. As soon as their car pulled up outside her building, Mason felt a familiar thrill run through him; Hunter was here too.
He took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, feeling like he was walking into an unknown future--one full of possibilities! He made his way up to Sadie's apartment where she welcomed him with open arms and gave him a big hug before showing him inside.
The place was small but cozy, and Mason recognized many of Sadie's decorations right away. She had done a great job making it feel like home! After catching up for a bit over lunch, she explained that Hunter would join them shortly as he'd been busy on work calls all morning; Mason felt his heart flutter with anticipation at the thought of finally seeing him again in person.
Sure enough, several minutes later Hunter emerged from his home office looking better than ever! He gave Mason an awkward half-hug. "Hey," said Hunter quietly, his gaze never lingering for too long on Mason's face. From the look in his eyes, it was clear he was as nervous to see Mason again, after all that had happened the last time they'd been together.
Mason smiled warmly, trying to put Hunter at ease. "Hey," he replied softly. He wanted to say more--to let Hunter know that it was okay--but the moment was interrupted by Sadie's voice.
"Well, now that everyone is here," she said cheerily, "let's get going! I thought we'd take a walk around the city--after all, it might be your home soon too, baby bro!"
Mason and Hunter exchanged glances, both feeling relieved for the distraction. Sadie chatted excitedly as they made their way through the streets, pointing out her favorite buildings and landmarks to Mason along the way. It was clear she was happy to have him here with them.
As they walked, Mason stole glances at Hunter every chance he got--desperate for more but knowing that he couldn't push it. He'd have to bide his time until they found a moment alone.
Finally, after a few hours of walking and sightseeing, they made their way back to the apartment. Hunter muttered something about needing to get some more work done and retreated to his office--the guest room. As Sadie started to prepare dinner, Mason took the opportunity to bring his bag to the guest room--which was also Hunter's office. Mason opened the door to find Hunter staring at a dual monitor setup, typing away on a spreadsheet. He seemed so focused that Mason almost felt bad for interrupting him--almost. After all, he was here now and the butterflies in his stomach wouldn't let him turn around and leave without saying something first.
He cleared his throat gently; enough to get Hunter's attention but not enough to startle him. "Hi," he said quietly as soon as their eyes met--his heart racing in his chest.
Hunter's eyes looked almost pained as he looked at Mason. "Hey," he said, his voice soft and short.
Mason felt the tension between them as they looked at each other--he wanted to walk over and kiss Hunter, but he knew that Hunter clearly wasn't in the right place for that. So instead he settled for taking a step closer into the room while setting down his bag by the door.
"Sorry I ran off," Hunter mumbled. "I just really need to get this work done," Hunter said, gesturing to the spreadsheet. Mason smiled and nodded; he was frustrated by Hunter's awkwardness, but didn't let that get to him too much. Hunter was here. He was here. This was a start.
"It's okay," he replied, just happy that they were finally alone--even if there was tension. "I'll just hang out here while you finish up." Hunter stared at him for a long moment before curtly nodding and turning back to the computer. Mason lay on the bed, scrolling through his phone while Hunter worked. Despite the awkwardness, he felt strangely comfortable--maybe just being around Hunter again was putting him at ease.
Occasionally he heard the sound of typing from the desk stop and would glance over to find Hunter's gaze lingering on him for a few seconds before looking away quickly and resuming his work. Mason couldn't help but smile; it seemed like Hunter wasn't immune to their attraction after all.
As he continued browsing through his phone, Mason noticed out of the corner of his eye that Hunter had stopped typing and had turned in his chair to face the bed watching him intently. His heart raced as they locked eyes; neither one daring to break their stare or move closer towards each other yet both knowing what would happen if they did. Mason desperately wanted Hunter to pounce on him. Finally, after a long moment full of tension, Hunter broke away his gaze; he stood up. "I'm gonna go check and see if Sadie needs any help with dinner," he said quickly before fleeing the room.
Mason couldn't help but laugh to himself at Hunter's abrupt departure; had Hunter really been that scared of what could happen if they stayed alone in this room any longer? He knew all too well just how powerful their connection was, and it seemed like Hunter did too--he just wasn't ready to confront it yet. Mason sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, a small smile playing on his lips as he thought about how frazzled Hunter was by his presence.
Eventually Mason followed Hunter out to the kitchen and they gathered around the table. As they ate Sadie chattered away about her job and friends as Mason replied with his own stories about school and their parents. Sadie laughed as she reminisced about her own years in high school and probed Moan about their mutually disliked teachers. On the other hand, Hunter kept quiet--contributing only an occasional comment or reaction here or there. It was clear that he wasn't quite himself tonight; it almost felt like he wanted to hide from Mason rather than talk with him directly. But despite this strange distance between them, when their eyes did meet across the table something electric still passed through both of them just like before.
After cleaning up they all retired to the living room to watch a movie. Sadie joked that Hunter would fall asleep within an hour--he was terrible lately with conking out on the couch. About halfway through the movie she was proven correct. Hunter's head kept drooping and he'd catch himself, blinking and lifting his head back up. Mason and Sadie chuckled at his struggles and she kept elbowing him gently to keep him conscious. Mason found the whole thing very cute; such a big, manly man becoming a sleepy child like this. Finally Hunter's head lolled to one side and he began snoring softly.
Sadie sighed and laughed quietly, resigning herself to his sleeping habits. "I think that means it's time for bed, for me too," said Sadie with a yawn. "Tomorrow's a 6am shift, so I better take a cue from him," she gestured as Hunter passed out on the couch. She hugged Mason tightly. "Have a good night, baby bro," she said into his chest. "I'm so glad you're here." As she got up to head to the bathroom she glanced back. "Don't worry about him," she said looking at Hunter. "He'll get up on his own and come to bed at some point. But you stay up as long as you want, sweetie." She smiled at Mason and retreated to get ready for bed.
Mason was alone with Hunter. The apartment had gone quiet; Sadie's bedroom door was closed and her light had gone out a few minutes ago, leaving Mason in the dark living room with only the glow of the TV for company. He glanced over at Hunter who was sound asleep on the couch--his chest rising and falling steadily as he snored softly. He smiled to himself as he watched Hunter sleep. It was finally just him and Hunter--and Mason could look at his sexy form without worrying about Sadie catching his gaze or dealing with any of Hunter's awkwardness. He took in every inch of him; from his broad shoulders down to the taut muscles on his chest that were visible even beneath his shirt. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, feeling his strength beneath the fabric. Mason let out a content sigh as he enjoyed simply being able to stare at Hunter guilt-free. He was such a man.
His eyes traveled down further still until they reached the bulge in Hunter's sweatpants. Mason felt himself growing aroused by this sight alone as he remembered all the ways he'd experienced that big dick just a few months earlier. A sudden surge of desire surged through him and he quickly slipped off the chair, crawling across the floor to Hunter's feet. He knelt there for a moment, looking up at him with an intense longing in his gaze before slowly reaching out and placing his hands on Hunter's strong thighs. He could feel Hunter twitching slightly beneath his touch; but he didn't wake.
Mason felt a thrill run through him as his hands roamed up from Hunter's thighs. He knew this was too far; that Hunter had told him to behave himself for Sadie's sake. He had made it clear they were done with whatever it was between them--but Mason couldn't help himself. In this moment, finally alone with the man he'd been dreaming of for weeks, Mason was finally going to have Hunter again. He moved a hand up to the bulge in Hunter's pants. Hunter shifted slightly but still didn't wake, allowing Mason to stroke and tease the hardening length beneath his pants. As he did so, a groan of pleasure escaped from Hunter's lips--making Mason smile in satisfaction at the knowledge that even asleep or not fully conscious, his touch had an effect on him.
Mason felt emboldened; he wanted more. He pushed his face into Hunter's crotch and inhaled deeply; the smell of Hunter's musk was intoxicating. Mason wanted to taste him and he let out a soft moan in anticipation as he moved his lips closer, lightly pressing them against the fabric that covered the hefty bulge. Hunter stirred at this touch--but still kept sleeping; it seemed like whatever dream he kept him sated. Mason felt himself growing bolder by the second as his fingers gripped the waistband of Hunter's sweats, slowly pulling them down.His heart raced as he finally revealed Hunter's long and hard cock; it was so beautiful--freed from its confines, it hardened further, sliding up from Hunter's leg to his stomach until it was standing proudly in front of Mason's face. He licked his lips hungrily, desperate to experience the taste of him once again.
Mason gripped the sexy dick and slowly moved his hand up and down Hunter's shaft; gently stroking him as Hunter moaned softly in his sleep. Mason felt a wave of heat flood through him as he watched a drop of pre-cum bead up on the tip of Hunter's cock. He thought back to how good it had tasted in December. He let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he leaned in and lapped up the drop of precum--the flavor was even better than he remembered. Then he ran his tongue up and down Hunter's length, savoring every inch while feeling Hunter twitch with pleasure beneath him. Mason felt himself becoming more aroused by the second; this is what he'd been craving for months!
Mason let out a moan of satisfaction when he finally wrapped his lips around Hunter's cock head. He could feel the hard flesh pulsing beneath his tongue and tasted the salty flavor of Hunter's arousal as he swirled his tongue around the head. Mason sucked deeper and deeper with each bob of his head, slowly gliding his lips over the delicious cock and slurping up the drool that flowed from his mouth onto the shaft. He was getting lost in his actions as he savored Hunter's cock and no longer considered whether he would awaken Hunter. He ran his hands up under Hunter's shirt, feeling his muscles as he worshiped that cock with his mouth.
Suddenly something changed; Hunter's body tensed beneath him and Mason heard a deep growl come from above him. He pulled away quickly, drool linking his lips to Hunter's cock. But before he could get too far away, he felt a strong hand wrap around the back of his neck and pull him close again. Mason looked up and saw Hunter's eyes--Hunter was awake! His eyes were still hazy with sleep but there was an unmistakable intensity radiating out from them.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He asked gruffly as held Mason firmly in place by the neck. His cock was still out and one of Mason's hands was now pressed against it awkwardly. Hunter's grip on Mason loosened and tightened as if he was uncertain what to do and how to feel about being woken up this way.
Mason felt a thrill of fear run through him--but it was also the thrill of excitement. He gulped and replied with a nervous laugh, "I--uh, I was just...trying to give you what you wanted."
Hunter's grip on Mason tightened again; "You fucking slut," he growled. "Do you know what would happen if Sadie walked out of the bedroom right now?" He growled again, his voice still deep and dangerous.
Mason shook his head quickly as he tried to think of something to say; anything that might make this situation better. He looked up at Hunter with a sly grin. "Well then... we better not tell her," he said.
Hunter stared down at him for a long moment, his hand still clasping his neck. Mason searched his eyes, which suddenly hardened. He easily flipped Mason onto the couch, his head laying on the arm of it as he was splayed out submissively. Hunter stood above him for a long moment, his cock still hard and glistening with precum and spit. Mason couldn't interpret his unreadable expression; was he angry? Embarrassed? Excited?
Hunter finally spoke, his voice gruff and low. "You said you would behave yourself. You promised you wouldn't push it." Mason gulped, not sure where Hunter was going with this. "And here you are, like a fucking slut, slobbering on my cock," Hunter continued. "I can't trust you." Mason felt a pang of guilt at the accusation; he had gone too far. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Hunter cut him off before he could get a word out. "But," Hunter continued in that same low voice as he stepped closer, his gaze never leaving Mason's face. "I can't deny how fucking hot it is."
At this confession Mason felt himself blush and an undeniable heat rushed through him--Hunter wanted this! He knew it. His heart raced as Hunter leaned down and pressed his lips against his own in a passionate kiss, one hand gripping the back of Mason's neck while the other moved up under Mason's shirt to feel every inch of skin beneath it. Mason kissed back eagerly now; encouraged by Hunter's admission and desperate for more contact with him after months apart from each other. He moaned softly into their kiss as Hunter tweaked his nipples. His hand flew back onto Hunter's cock, gripping it firmly and stroking it as Hunter growled in pleasure.
Hunter pulled away and looked down at Mason with a smirk. "You sexy little slut," he said, not unfondly. "How do you do this to me?" He slowly got up from the couch and walked to the side of it behind Mason's head. As Mason started to turn towards him, Hunter stopped him, grabbing his head and draping it back over the arm of the couch like an offering. Mason shivered at being controlled like this. His lips were parted slightly in a mix of confusion and arousal. Though his head was upside down, Mason could see Hunter's heavy cock twitching over his face.
Hunter stepped closer, until only inches separated his throbbing cock from Mason's mouth. With one hand gripping Mason's throat firmly he leaned forward and pressed his hardness against Mason's lips; Mason's breath caressed his skin as Hunter tapped it lightly against his cheeks and lips. Mason trembled with anticipation with Hunter's cock pressed against his lips. He knew what was coming and he welcomed it; the thought of having his throat filled with Hunter's big dick made him shiver. His breathing grew heavy as Hunter rubbed himself back and forth over his lips.
Mason's throat tightened as Hunter's hand held him firmly in place, tilting back his head. He opened his mouth wide, welcoming Hunter's cock to slide inside. Hunter pushed into his mouth and kept moving, repositioning Mason's head slightly every time he gagged until he had a clear path down his gullet. Mason felt Hunter's bush tickling his chin as he bottomed out, stretching Mason's throat. As Hunter started to thrust in and out he heard himself gagging and gurgling; along with sharp sensations that were almost too much but still kept him so incredibly horny. All Mason could see were Hunter's strong hairy legs through blurry tears in his eyes; he was completely at Hunter's mercy and it felt amazing. He could feel his throat getting wetter with every stroke and got lost in pure bliss as Hunter continued to pump into him.
Hunter growled in pleasure as he slid his cock down Mason's throat; the tightness was incredible. "You're such a slut," he muttered, his voice deep and low. "I told you not to push it, but you're too much of a slut to keep away." Mason felt himself blush at Hunter's dirty talk. He moaned in response as Hunter filled his throat with his meat. "You love this don't you? You fucking love it." Mason could only gurgle in response; he loved it more than anything. He'd been craving this for months.
With his head hanging back, Mason didn't know which way was up or down anymore--all that mattered were the long and powerful strokes of Hunter's cock in his throat. Hunter moved one hand from Mason's neck down to grip onto the back of his head, taking full control of Mason's positioning as he fucked his face. Mason felt drool dripping from the corners of his mouth and all he could do was let out soft whimpering sounds of pleasure as tears ran up face into his hair. His legs were writhing on the couch and his cock was rock hard--still inside his pants and untouched. He was completely at the mercy of Hunter, and he loved every second of it.
And then suddenly it happened; Mason felt a wave of heat pour into his mouth as Hunter let out a guttural groan of pleasure. His cum filled Mason's throat in thick, hot pulses until finally it stopped--leaving Mason breathing sharply through his nose as he swallowed each drop. Hunter slowly pulled out of his throat and he rolled over onto his stomach with a sigh, feeling completely spent. He lay there for a moment, eyes still bleary with tears as he stared up at his sister's boyfriend--feeling an intense mix of emotions; confusion, arousal, guilt--all swirled together in one big mess inside him that made it hard to focus on anything else other than just how satisfied he was from this experience.
He watched Hunter silently as the man adjusted himself and fixed his clothes before turning away from Mason without saying a word-- not even looking at him once more before leaving the room and going to his room--Sadie's room. Mason laid there for several more moments until finally getting up off the couch, walking to the guest room in somewhat of a daze. He stripped, crawled into bed and furiously jerked off his cock until he came all over himself--a satisfied smile still plastered across his face... but what about Hunter? Mason didn't know what tomorrow would bring. He knew that Hunter was tasked with "entertaining" him while Sadie was at work. Would Hunter be cold and distant? Or would Mason get to reconnect with him in a deeper way than getting angrily throat-fucked on the couch at midnight?