So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 8) (Patreon)

In Part Seven you told your boyfriend that you're ok with Elijah sleeping over. So here's the sleepover, and what follows.

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“It’s okay with me,” you tell him. You don’t know if you’re disappointed or delighted by the prospect of having to wait a whole night to get your husband back.

“Thank you!” he says. “I mean it, you know. Thank you for being so cool about it.” He gives you a peck on the cheek and then finishes making his way to the bathroom to clean up.

You wonder whether you should go into the bedroom and make small talk with Elijah while he’s alone in there. But you decide that would be awkward — after all, he’s not here to hang out with you — so you just make yourself busy in the kitchen. Anyway, you needn’t have worried about keeping him company, because less than a minute later you see him emerge naked from the bedroom and then disappear into the bathroom. You sneak to the door and put your ear up against it; you can hear the shower running, and you wonder if they’re in there together.

Ten minutes later the two of them come out of the bathroom, both still naked, but now with skin flushed slightly red from the hot water instead of shiny with the sweat of sex. They disappear into the bedroom again, leaving the door open.

You can hear them talking, and you leave them to it for a while. It’s late though, so after you’ve stacked the dishwasher you decide you should probably get ready for bed. You go brush your teeth, pee, moisturise, and then when you’re done you go into the bedroom, twitchy with anticipation.

They’re under the covers now, each leaning on one elbow facing each other, Frank running his finger along Elijah’s body as they talk. They stop when you enter, and look up.

“Hey man,” Elijah says to you, “did you enjoy the show before?”

“Yeah,” you say, your voice cracking as you say it. You realise you sound kind of pathetic.

“Cool. Good of you to give up your bed, too.”

“No problem.” You hadn’t realised that was going to be the arrangement, but it’s obviously settled now. It seems appropriate anyway. You get a spare blanket and pillow from the wardrobe, dick starting to harden at the indignity of it. 

You go to leave the room clutching your armful of bedding, but Frank stops you. “Hey! Come here.” You come closer, and he beckons at you to lean in. He kisses you on the forehead and says, “Love you. Sleep well.”

You’re momentarily confused: he said Elijah was up for another round, but now it’s looking like they’re just going to go to sleep instead. Probably those post-nut hormones kicking in to make them sleepy. You guess you’ll have to wait till the morning for round two, unless they decide to go at it again in the middle of the night.

You kiss him back. “Thanks. You too.” You don’t know how you’ll be able to sleep at all.

You and Elijah say goodnight to each other in a way that seems awkwardly cordial. Then you leave them alone, pausing at the doorway to turn out the light for them. You pull the doorway half-way closed, enough to give them a sense of privacy while meaning you’ll still be able to hear anything that might happen in the night.

You set up your bed on the sofa, turn off the light and get settled in. Once the whole apartment is dark and silent you lie there, staring up at the ceiling and reliving the evening in your mind. You think about the looks on their faces as they each came, and the softness in that kiss they shared after they’d both climaxed. You picture Elijah’s load, you think about holding that used condom in your hands, and you think about how his dick must have pulsed, gripped by Frank’s hole, as he unloaded inside him.

It all seems so surreal, just a horny dream. Far too hot to have possibly happened in real life.

The silence is broken by the sound of movement in the bedroom. It could just be one of them shifting in bed as they got comfortable, but your guess — and your hope — is that it’s more than that. You’re right, too, because a few seconds later you hear another movement, and a sigh. A long, satisfied sigh. 

The sound of movement against sheets, and lips against who-knows-what body part, becomes steady, even if it’s so quiet it’s almost impossible to hear. You keep absolutely still, partly to make sure you can hear it all, and partly because you want them to have the illusion that they’re completely alone without you metres away listening and reacting. You carefully reach down and wrap your hand around your dick though. It’s completely hard already; you don’t jerk it or play with it, just hold it still and feel the heat of the blood pumping through it.

You hear the knock of someone fumbling with something in the dark. Then a tear, then a bottle being squeezed. Now you know exactly what’s happening, and you focus on trying to identify the moment Elijah’s cock slides back into Frank’s ass. You can’t work out the moment, but you can tell they’re fucking because now the movements fall into a slow but steady rhythm: the movement of the sheets, the creak of the bed, and the heavy breaths all in time.

God it’s agony not being able to see. But a good agony, if that’s possible. Excluded from the action, not completely aware of what’s going on but aware enough that you can tell they’re sharing an intimacy and pleasure different to anything you’ve had with Frank and that you’ll never be part of. 

In the dark, and in your trance at the rhythm of them fucking, you can’t keep track of the passage of time. But it seems like they’ve been at it for half the night, still in that slow rhythm. You would have blown after ten minutes it had been you fucking Frank — you’ve been edging for a while now just holding your cock and listening — but it seems like they can go on forever.

“Don’t think I’ve ever had a cock in me this long,” you hear Frank whisper eventually. “It’s like it belongs there.”

That’s about as much as you can take. You give the tip of your cock a few strokes with your fingers and you’re busting your nut. You hold your breath and clench your body, trying to make sure you’re perfectly still and silent. Then finally you release, trying to breathe slowly and quietly to give nothing away. 

When the feeling has finally passed, you realise you’re covered in a sticky mess with no way to clean up without making a noise. So you just accept it, letting the blanket absorb your load and making a mental note to get it cleaned tomorrow.

They’re still going, in that same measured pace. Except now each movement sounds like it’s a little harder. The creak of the bed louder, the breath more of a grunt, and now the slap of skin against skin. 

Then, “Fuck, I’m going to —” You’re pretty sure that’s Frank’s voice. A couple more slow pumps and then a breath that’s a grunt that becomes a long groan.

“That’s it,” Elijah whispers, the tone approving. 

You hear Frank panting, his breaths slowly returning to normal. And then what sounds like him collapsing onto the bed. There’s silence for a few seconds then he asks, “Do you want to —”

“I’ll save it for the morning,” Elijah replies.

The noises don’t stop there, there’s still the wet slapping sound of them making out for a couple of minutes. But finally the sound dies out, and the apartment is quiet again. 

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You bring them coffee in the morning. The sound must have woken them because when you enter the bedroom Frank’s awake and pulling himself up into a sitting position, and Elijah’s starting to stir next to him.

The room reeks of sex, and the first thing you notice — besides Elijah’s muscular chest — is the used condom strewn on the floor next to the bed, its contents long since spilled out into a stain in the carpet. The sight makes your body respond physically, especially your dick, and you decide that you  hope the stain won’t come out of the carpet.

“Good morning babe,” Frank says as you hand him the coffee. “How you feeling?”

“Good,” you say, which is true despite the lack of sleep you had last night.

Elijah’s properly awake and sits up. “Hey bud,” he says to you. “Hey,” he says to Frank in a flirty tone before giving him a long drawn-out kiss.

You hand him his coffee. “Thanks man,” he says. “But there’s something I need to do first.” He puts the coffee down on the bedside table and kisses Frank again, this time wrapping his arms around him. Frank takes the hint, setting his coffee aside too.

“I’ve got something for you,” Elijah says.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“I think you know.” He presses Frank down and climbs onto him. They make out, Elijah’s body pressing down on Frank’s, and Frank’s legs instinctively wrap themselves around Elijah’s waist pulling him in and lining his cock up against his ass,

Elijah pauses briefly to grab a condom, but realises there isn’t one. “Any more condoms?” he asks, the question seeming like it’s to no one in particular but you know is directed at you.

“Shit. No,” you reply. “There was only the two.”

“Damn,”

“It’s okay,” Frank says. “I don’t know if my ass could take much more anyway.”

“Okay.” Elijah sounds a little disappointed. He starts to pull himself off Frank, but Frank stops him.

“Doesn’t mean my mouth can’t take it.”

Elijah chuckles. “Okay then.” He straddles Frank’s chest, bringing his cock up to meet Frank’s face. He takes a handful of Frank’s hair and guides his open mouth onto his cock. Then he proceeds to face-fuck Frank enthusiastically. You can hear the grunts and muffled gagging noises coming from Frank’s mouth, and at first you think Elijah might be going too hard. But every time he pulls out for a second Frank’s right back on there, like he’s addicted to it.

Five minutes of vigorous face-fucking and Elijah’s ready to blow. “It’s coming,” he warns. “You ready?”

There’s a garbled noise and a nod from Frank. Elijah grabs the sides of Frank’s head and holds it in place as he buries his dick in deep, and then with a grunt he releases his load.

Elijah pulls out and climbs off Frank’s chest, leaving him a heaving, sputtering mess. He grabs his coffee and takes a swig.

Frank’s eyes catch mine. They’re glistening and there’s a glistening line where a tear has fun down his face; he’s been fucked so hard it made his eyes water. 

He grins at me. “Come here.”

I do what I’m told, coming closer and sitting down on the bed next to him. Then without another word he leans in and kisses me. 

At first it’s just a kiss on the lips. But I feel his lips part and I let mine do the same, and I let my tongue meet his. I can taste the saltiness of Elijah’s semen on his mouth, and I can feel the viscosity of it. My erection rages in response, and I wrestle his tongue with mine trying to get every trace of bull cum that I can. 

Now he’s marked us both.

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Thinking back it’s been kind of a whirlwind. I’d always figured that when I summoned up the balls to tell Frank about my cuckold kink, it would take some time for him to warm up to the idea —  if he didn’t completely shut it down — and longer still to find a guy who was suitable. It’s crazy to think that somehow the first guy he looked at — literally, the first guy he checked out the night we first talked about it — would become our bull. And it would all take only a matter of days.

They have a connection, too. I saw it that first night Elijah came over. And I see it grow stronger each time: the tender way they kiss each other, the look of almost religious devotion in Frank’s eyes when Elijah’s inside him. The way Elijah pulls Frank in when they’re lying in bed, post-sex, and holds him tight against his chest as they start to fall asleep.

Sometimes that worries me, for sure. Weirdly whenever I worry about it I end up jerking off. 

Right now I think we’re doing okay though. Elijah knows that it’s just about the sex, and he seems happy with that. I think he likes having ass on tap without the commitment. And no matter how strong his connection with Frank, and no matter how many times he’s been over that week, he gets up and leaves in the morning and walks out of our lives until the next time. 

And then it’s just my boyfriend and I. And if I’m lucky, once Elijah’s gone Frank will call me over, tell me he loves me, and kiss me with Elijah’s cum on his lips. 

THE END.

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That's the end of this path of the story. Hope you enjoyed it.

Now you can choose where we should go back pick up the story from, by taking one of the options that we didn't pick last time .

Back at the bar in Part 4 Frank asked you if he could go home to Elijah's place without you. And in what was a pretty narrow vote, you voted yes. Now do you want to see what would have happened if you'd picked one of the other options: either asking them to come back to your place instead, or trying to back out of getting cucked altogether?