Hall Pass: Part 14 (Patreon)

Before I get onto the next chapter, I decided to add a little more to the last scene I shared (part 13), so here it is. If you remember, Wade and Bradley had gone back to their room to finally spend a bit of time alone together, and Wade had just woken up. It's just a short moment but I figured I'd put it in because I like the idea of the cuck seeing just how publicly he's getting cucked. 😈

I grabbed my phone idly, just planning to check messages and see what was in the news. But as soon as I did, the curiosity set in and I pulled up Bradley’s post from the cafe to see what reaction it was getting. I couldn’t see the number of views, or likes, but going from the number of comments alone it had clearly been seen by a lot of people. What hit me first though was the caption Bradley had added: Fun times in Sydney, followed by the devil horn emoji. It wasn’t going to be hard for anyone to read between the lines and realise that the three of them had been doing more than just hanging out for brunch during our holiday.

I scrolled through the comments seeing who’d reacted and how. Seeing just how many of Bradley and my mutual friends had responded to the post filled me with dread and got me rock hard at the same time. Mostly it was people just expressing shock and awe that we were somehow hanging out with such a big name, but a bunch of people commented on how lucky we were — or in particular, how lucky Bradley was. One of them said, Just saw the news. Bradley, nice work on bagging the sexiest man alive!

I went to Luca’s post next, which was a short self-shot video of him reading the statement he’d worked on with his publicist, albeit delivered naturally enough to seem off-the-cuff. I played it with the volume as low as it could go so as not to wake Bradley. “So there’s been some speculation that I want to clear up,” he said on the video. “Some of you will have seen that last night I attended  the premiere for Rise of the Gay Zombies — great film by the way, you should go see it — and people have been asking about my date. So yes, it’s true that he is extremely handsome and charming. And yes, it’s also true that he’s married. And no, I’m not going to name him because that’s up to him to tell whoever he wants to and no one else.

“I want to stress that my personal life is my business. But I also get that seeing me dating a married guy might give you concerns about the kind of person I am and the values I live by. So I just want to assure you that I’m not some homewrecker breaking up a relationship or getting a guy to cheat on his husband. They’re in an open relationship and his husband knows all about it, and the three of us have hung out together as friends. 

“One of the best things about being queer is we don’t have to conform to other people’s rigid rules about how relationships are supposed to work. Non-monogamy isn’t for everyone, and I’m not sure if it’s necessarily for me, but I’m trying it out and it’s just as valid as any other choice. So please don’t worry about me, or my date, or his husband. We’re all good.”

My mind boggled at how wide this post had gone already. I scrolled through the comments, some of which were supportive, some critical, and some just thirsty. But the one that stopped me in my tracks was the repost with the words Look y’all, Luca Rivera’s cucked some guy’s husband!

I felt humiliated, thinking about how many strangers all over the world had seen that comment and laughed about the fact that I was cucked for all the world to see. And I don’t know why, but my first reaction was to reach for my dick which I hadn’t even realised had been gradually stiffening this whole time. God, this was fucked up. 

Bradley stirred, groaned and rolled over next to me, giving me the fright of my life and prompting me to lock the phone and drop it like a hot coal in case he saw what I was looking at. That’s when I noticed he was erect too. So instead of tending to my own erection, I decided to deny myself the satisfaction and tend to his instead.