Hall Pass: Part 5 (Patreon)

Here's the next instalment of my story about Wade and Bradley, a couple who are about to discover the world of cuckolding thanks to Bradley's celebrity crush.

This chapter is written from the perspective of Bradley, the one getting laid. Hope you enjoy it!

It had been such a long time since I’d been on a first date, I’d almost forgotten what it felt like. Those first-date jitters, all the butterflies in my stomach. I knew I probably shouldn’t even have those feelings. Those feelings came from the infinite possibilities of meeting someone new, wondering if it was going to be the start of a romance, if they were going to be the person you ended up falling in love with, built a life with. None of that should matter to me; I was in a stable, long-term relationship and I wasn’t looking to change that. So really, there were no possibilities. This was just a bit of fun, a one-off experience I’d be able to look back on.

It couldn’t hurt to let myself be a bit excited about it though. Especially going on a date with Luca fucking Rivera. The guy was absolutely stunning, and he was so fucking hot right now.

Wade watched me get ready. He sat on the bed pretending to read but I could tell he was following every move. He saw when I put on my favourite undies, the ones that I always wear when I’m hoping for sex because I know they make my package look big and my ass look perky. 

“You look really good,” he told me once I was dressed. He sounded almost sad to say it, like he’d been hoping I wouldn’t. It made me wonder if this was actually a huge mistake. I know he’d assured me half a dozen times now that he was okay with it, but what if he wasn’t?

I made sure I gave him a long kiss before I left. Tender, but with an undercurrent of sexual energy. I needed him to know I still needed him. “I love you,” I said to him.

“I love you too. Remember to keep me updated, okay?”

That was rule two. “Of course,” I promised him again. Then I left.

Luca was already down in the bar when I got there, sitting at a table looking intently at his phone and sipping on a short glass of something I didn’t recognise. He was wearing a tee shirt which made me immediately feel a little overdressed, but I could tell from the weight of the fabric and the way it hung off his frame that it was designer — less a lack of effort than just an understated sense of style. He looked up as I approached, and he reacted with that trademark smile I was already familiar with from all those episodes of Release — the one I was sure must have had a thousand guys swooning over him. It’s this wide, lop-sided grin that creates a dimple in his right cheek. “Hey,” he said, with an energy that made it sound like he was surprised by my arrival but that it was the best thing that had happened to him all day. He stood up and leaned in for what I thought was a hug, and surprised me with a kiss on each cheek. I awkwardly returned the gesture, a little thrown by his immediate warmth and physicality.

“Thank god you’re here,” he said over-dramatically as we sat down, “You’ve saved me from the worst part of my day.” He gestured at his phone open to a list of unread messages.

“I thought you’d have an assistant to do that stuff,” I said to him.

“Hell no, I’m not that rich and famous yet,” he said, laughing at the suggestion. “Anyway, you don’t want to hear me complain about social media. Tell me about your day; tell me about how your holiday’s going.”

I gave him a run-down of my day: a couple of art exhibitions, sightseeing around the waterfront, and a trip across the harbour to the zoo. I kept on awkwardly shifting between “I” and “we” as I tried to talk about the day I’d spent with my partner without bringing him into the story too much. I guess I shouldn’t have done that, it just seemed so weird to go on a date with someone and spend all the time talking about the man you love — the man you’ve left waiting in your hotel room. Luca listened intently, like the mundane details of my day were fascinating. His eyes lit up when I told him about the zoo, which prompted a long conversation about what animals best represented our personalities. “Maybe a platypus,” he said, “because I’m difficult to categorise. Or a sun bear, because I’m shy and like to lie around and do nothing.” I suggested a koala for myself, which prompted him in a very serious tone to ask if it was because I was riddled with syphillis.

Luca was charming, funny, thoughtful and incredibly easy to talk to. Almost two hours flew by without me even noticing until he looked at his watch and asked me, “Do you want to go grab some dinner?”

“Sure.” I said it without even thinking, and then my mind guiltily turned to Wade. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and while I was there I messaged him to tell him I was going to get dinner with Luca. I waited, watching the chat to see if he’d respond. For a moment the dots appeared to indicate he was typing, but then they disappeared and after a minute there was no reply. I hoped he was okay, but I didn’t want to get into it there and then. I just hoped for the best, and went back out to find Luca. 

He knew exactly where to go. “A friend told me it was incredible,” he explained, without any more information than that. When we got there it looked extremely cool — absolutely packed full of people, with a few more loitering in the doorway waiting for tables — and extremely fancy. It put the previous night’s restaurant, which I’d thought of as treating ourselves, to shame. 

He seemed to sense my hesitance. “It’s not too formal is it?” he asked. “Or too expensive? It’s my shout. Or we can go somewhere else, whatever—”

“It looks great,” I told him. I figured surely there was no way we’d even get into this place anyway. But judging by the waiter’s subtle double-take it was clear he recognised Luca, and a table was miraculously made available for us almost straight away.

Whoever Luca’s friend was they knew what they were talking about. The food was phenomenal. But to be honest it only barely registered because I was completely absorbed in the conversation. I had no idea I’d vibe so well with Luca. He had all the charisma and personality that I’d expected would come with being an actor, but also this depth and thoughtful intellect that all combined to leave me hanging off every word. That, and he was so fucking handsome that I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I wasn’t the only one, either; I could see all the eyes on him and it was a huge ego boost to know that of every gay guy in this city I was the one he’d chosen to take out on a date.

We took it slow walking back to the hotel. The conversation was still but at least on my part I wasn’t fully immersed because I couldn’t help freaking out about what was going to come next. The chemistry was there, for sure. It wasn’t lost on me how close we’d let our bodies get to each other as we walked, so that our hands kept brushing against each other. By accident, but not. If this was a normal date there’s no doubt we’d be going home together.

But this wasn’t a normal date. Because my partner was waiting for me back at the hotel.

Luca was the one that finally broached it. “So, do you want to come up to my room?” he asked. He said it so calmly, like it was no big deal. I guess to him it wasn’t. I wondered if he even remembered I had a partner.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” I said. I paused, not sure how to say the next bit. “I should probably check with Wade though, make sure it’s all good with him.”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Luca said. “No problem.” He really didn’t seem bothered at all.

I got out my phone and messaged Wade. We’re going back to his hotel room.

I watched my phone intently for a minute, waiting for the reply. It was getting kind of awkward, because the conversation had almost run out entirely because it was obvious I was preoccupied. As the seconds ticked on and nothing happened, I typed out another message, asking him, Are you ok with that? I felt like an asshole sending it. I wondered if I should just call this off — obviously the lack of reply must mean Wade was having a hard time dealing with the news.

But then the telltale dots appeared, and a second later the message. Yes. Hope you have fun.

I was skeptical. I felt like maybe I should interrogate it more. Maybe I was reading too much into it, but his reply reminded me of all the times he said ‘it’s fine’ when it wasn’t.

But I had my permission, right there in writing. And as selfish as it might be, I wanted this. And if I had the green light I didn’t want to go pushing until it changed to red. So I replied, Thanks. Love you. And I put my phone away in my pocket.

“Everything all good?” Luca asked, obviously more invested in the answer than he was pretending to be.

“Yeah, all good.” 

We’d reached the entrance of the hotel by this point. The lift ride to our floor was weirdly quiet considering the non-stop conversation of the last who-knows-how-many hours. Maybe Luca was as nervous as I was. We got out, and walked quietly down the long hallway towards his room. And when we passed mine I couldn’t help but shooting a guilty glance at the door, as if in doing so I’d somehow be able to see how Wade was handling this.

By the time we got to the door of Luca’s room my heart was absolutely pounding like it was going to burst out of my chest. As soon as we were inside Luca asked me, “Want anything to drink? I’ve got a bunch of drinks from the promo company, or we could hit the mini-bar.”

I shook my head. Now that this was happening I couldn’t hold off a moment longer. I stepped closer, laid a hand gently on his hip. Looked him dead in the eyes. And I could see that he wanted it just as much as I did.

He kissed me first. Leaned in quick and just did it, like a bear catching a salmon out of a river. Before I could process what was going on we were making out, and he had his hands on me, pulling me in closer and tighter. I pinned him against the wall and wrestled his t-shirt off over his head to expose the melted-brown-sugar skin of his chest and shoulders. He went for my belt, fumbling with it till he had it loose, then unbuttoning my fly and reaching in. My dick was already hard and he wrapped his hand around it, mumbling his approval of what he’d found into my mouth as he kissed me. “Christ, I’ve wanted to do this since the moment you walked into the bar this afternoon,” he said, starting to slowly stroke it. That wasn’t enough for him though, because seconds later he pulled my cock out of my underwear and dropped to his knees. He studied it, made me wait in anticipation, and finally wrapped his mouth around it.

Holy fuck, it felt amazing. The shock of the sensation — how good it felt, how different it was to anything I’d experienced in years of sex with Wade — made me unsteady on my feet for a second. I held Luca’s head to steady myself as he went to town on my cock, working every inch of it over and making me worried I could almost cum on the spot. “Whoa, whoa!” I said, pulling him off. “You’ll make me cum too fast.”

“Sorry,” he said bashfully. “I just really like your cock.”

He went back to blowing me, but now he took his time, worked it gently, teased it with his tongue. Shit, it was bliss, I swear. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me right now: standing here, one of the hottest men on tv and one of the world’s most eligible gay bachelors on his knees giving me the blow-job of my life. This was bucket list material, for sure.

As good as the head was, I couldn’t let it go on forever. Part of me wanted to, but a stronger part of me was ready to fuck. 

I got him up off his knees and led him over to the bed, dropping my trousers off as I went and yanking his off him. The outline of his cock was like a salami in those briefs; he was clearly just as hung as it seemed from the tv. Now it was my turn to get his cock out, and I took as much of it as I could fit down my throat and sucked him off. But only for a minute or two, because by this point I felt like I’d just about die if I didn’t get his dick inside me immediately.

“Will you fuck me?” I asked him. 

He grinned. “Definitely.”

He’d have no way of knowing that this would be the first time I’d been fucked in about five years. When Wade and I got together we were both vers, but our roles had become separate and solidified over the years: he was a hundred and ten percent bottom, and I was more of a natural top. But seeing Luca’s massive, beautiful cock I knew that I couldn’t let it go to waste.

Luca grabbed for the lube in a toiletries bag on the bedside table and started to lube himself. It was a sight to behold, seeing that big, uncut dick shiny and wet with lube ready to fuck.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked. I didn’t want to — fuck, you have no idea how badly I wanted his dick raw — but I knew I was already pushing my luck going home with another guy, but there was absolutely no way Wade would be okay with me getting fucked raw.”

Luca paused, wincing with the apparent realisation that he was missing the required supplies. But then he seemed to remember. “Yes!” He jumped up off the bed and rummaged through a bunch of swag bags in the corner of the room until he produced a handful of promotional condoms. “Thank Christ someone gave me these!” he said. “I would have been devastated if I didn’t get to fuck you tonight.” As he said that he got back onto the bed, pushed me down onto my back, and kissed me some more. Then without taking his lips off mine he hitched my knees up, put on his condom and lubed everything up. 

The first second felt like agony, and for a moment I thought I’d made a huge mistake asking him to fuck me. But the intensity of his kisses captured all of my attention so that within a few seconds I’d forgotten all about the pain. And then, with my ass slightly more accustomed to being stretched out for the first time in years, he pushed further and further into me.

He fucked like he did on tv. It was nothing like a generic one-night stand. It was passion. It was some of the most intense sex I’d had in my life. He was so deep inside me he was part of me, holding me and pressing himself against me so tight that it was like we were merging into one person. He fucked me slowly for what could have been twenty minutes or two hours, I have no idea, before he finally tensed up and shuddered as he came. But fifteen minutes later he was ready to go again, and this time we were both ready to switch things around. I lay back and he climbed on my dick and I watched as his flawless body bounced up and down as he rode me into the early hours of the morning. I was impressed with my performance, especially considering every moment of it felt so good I thought I was ready to cum right from the word go. But I finally did, the massive rush of release as all my desire poured out of me. 

That didn’t stop him though. He was absolutely fucking insatiable. We kissed, held each other, touched each other, till we were ready to go again. And I fucked him again, this time pinning him down beneath me, his body trapped under mine as I pounded his ass. Finally I heard him whimper as I made him cum, and I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

I can’t even remember falling asleep, but I have a vague recollection of seeing the sky outside the window getting lighter as I dozed off.