'My Husband's Rich Boyfriend' draft: Meeting the bull (Patreon)

Sorry it's been a while! But here's the first part of chapter five, in which our cuck protagonist meets his husband's bull for the first time. Hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait! Second half of this chapter to follow in a few days' time.  

I was surprised when Winston finally said I could meet Callum in person. I’d dropped hints, and even asked outright a couple of times, but Winston had always ignored my requests. The one time I’d pinned him down about it he’d just told me matter-of-factly that Callum had no interest in meeting me, so I should probably just leave it alone.

So it had come as total surprise a couple of days ago when Winston told me I should come meet Callum for a drink. I’d asked what had changed, and Winston just told me “I guess Callum was curious after all.”

Things were definitely starting to get serious between the two of them. After the night I’d dropped Winston at the restaurant for their date, he’d stayed over at Callum’s place for more than a week. Since then he’d been back twice more, first for another week, and then for an endless, agonising ten days. Basically whenever Callum wasn’t out of town, Winston was round at his place.

Whenever Winston went to stay with Callum I’d hear virtually nothing from him. He’d vanish from my life entirely, only to turn up without warning and with Callum’s fresh load in his ass. He stopped fucking me entirely; my only sexual contact with him was when I’d greedily eat Callum’s loads out of him when he’d return home from his stays. I missed being fucked, and I missed feeling like I was the most important person in Winston’s life. But I was happy for him that he was sexually fulfilled. And as hard as it was to deal with, it was so goddamn hot.

But as hot as it was knowing that Winston was spending his time with another man, I longed to see them together, to be closer to the action. So I was relieved and excited when Winston suggested I should come and meet Callum for a drink.

“Come down to the bar on Friday,” Winston suggested. “We’ll be there anyway.”

That surprised me. “You’re going to take him down to Stags? With everyone we know?”

“Oh yeah, he comes down there all the time. Like when I’m on the bar, or after work. Most of the guys have hung out with him already.”

I could feel my face go red with the embarrassment of it. A whole bunch of my friends had met this guy before me. And none of them had even said anything to me about it. What the hell must they think of me?

Winston went to stay at Callum’s on Tuesday night, so by the time Friday rolled around, I hadn’t seen him for a while. I was so excited, and so shit-scared, to finally meet the new man in Callum’s life, that I was trembling like an addict while I got ready. I tried on about five different shirts, my shaky hands fumbling with the buttons each time, until I finally found one that I thought looked decent enough that I could cut it with a guy like Callum.

When I got down to the bar, about eight thirty, I was initially too nervous to even go inside. I stood out on the street, pacing, until I finally summoned up the balls to walk in. When I pushed open the door I saw them immediately; Winston and Callum were sitting close together in a booth, surrounded by three or four other guys. Two of them I recognised: our friends Josh and Davey. The others I couldn’t see because they were facing away from me.

I slowly walked over to them. Callum glanced in my direction but gave no suggestion that he recognised me. I didn’t know if that was some kind of power play - pretend like I’m not memorable enough - or if he literally didn’t remember what I looked like. As I got closer to the table I desperately hoped that Winston or one of the guys would recognise me, acknowledge me, welcome me over. But instead as I got closer I felt like I was intruding on a closed conversation - an unwelcome interloper, even though I owned the whole fucking bar.

I stopped awkwardly at the full table, and waited for a gap in the conversation. After a second Callum looked up at me again, impassively, like he was expecting me to take his drink order. A couple of seconds later Winston finally noticed me. “Babe, you’re here!” He didn’t get up. Davey did though; he hugged me and said hi. Josh was trapped in the booth so didn’t get up, but he greeted me cheerfully.

I barely noticed them though. I couldn’t take my eyes off Callum. It was so strange, finally seeing him close up like this. After him just being a photo, or a figure seen fleetingly from a distance. He had a frame that was lean but obviously muscular - I could tell by the way his tee clung to his shoulders and chest, but hung loosely off his lower torso. He was stunningly handsome; he had a long face with a strong, angular jaw that was dusted with stubble. His hair was neatly cropped on the sides, and longer on top; styled in a way that looked both flawlessly manicured and effortless at the same time. And he had thick eyebrows, which looked permanently furrowed in thought in a way that added to the intensity of his electric-blue eyes. Those eyes fixed on me, giving nothing away.

Winston introduced him. “Nick, this is Callum. Callum, Nick.”

Callum stood up, and extended his hand. “Nick.” He seemed to be studying me closely.

“Hi, I’m Nick,” I stammered pointlessly. I took his hand. His grip was strong, but not like he was trying to make a point of it. He didn’t take his eyes off mine for the duration of what seemed like the longest handshake in the world. “Nice to meet you finally. I’ve heard so much about you,” I told him with a nervous laugh.

“I bet.” The corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky half-smile.

He sat down and gestured to the extra seat that Davey had pulled over from another table for me to sit on. “Oh, I’ll just grab a drink first.” I was desperate to get away for a second and collect myself before I completely freaked out. “Anyone need anything?”

“Champagne and two APAs,” Callum said, with an authority in his voice that made it clear he wasn’t asking,

“Yes sir,” I said, without thinking. As soon as I said it, I realised how pathetic I sounded. I caught Josh sniggering, and I felt my face flush with humiliation. I turned and bolted for the bar.

Harry was on the bar tonight. He was one of our longest employees, and a good friend. He greeted me enthusiastically: “Nick! Long time no see. How you been, dude?”

“Hey man, I’ve been okay,” I told him. “One champagne, two APAs and a cider, thanks Harry.”

As he poured the drinks Harry looked at me suspiciously, then over at the table, then back at me. He looked like he wanted to say something but was hesitating, until he eventually just decided to go for it. He gestured with his chin towards Winston and Callum’s table. “That can’t be easy, seeing Winston get close with him like that.”

I shook my head. “What are you talking about? You know what our relationship’s like.” If anyone should know, it’s Harry. He’d seen Winston in action picking up guys at the bar even week, and he’d been fucked dozens of times by Winston over the years.

Harry seemed unconvinced. “You know it’s not just sex, right? They’re like a legit couple. Winston introduces Callum to people as his boyfriend.”

I pretended to look like I wasn’t shocked, but inside I was reeling. I felt a hint of panic rising up in me as I contemplated the idea that I’d been replaced. At the same time though, I felt my dick thickening, and I desperately hoped I wasn’t going to get an erection here at the bar where everyone could see.

“It’s fine,” I said, a little more defensively than I intended. I grabbed my drinks and walked away without another word.

The rowdy conversation at the table kind of subsided as I approached with the drinks. I sat down and handed out the drinks; the champagne was for Callum, and the beers were for Winston and some guy I’d never met before. As I handed him the glass the guy introduced himself: “Hey man, thanks for the drink. I’m Dale. You a friend of Winston’s too then?”

I looked at Winston and Callum as an awkward silence descended on the table, wishing someone would step in so I didn’t have to explain the situation. Winston and Callum both just looked at me, saying nothing. So eventually I replied to Dale, “I’m Winston’s husband.”

Dale looked confused. He looked at the couple, pressed up against each other, Winston’s hand resting on Callum’s thigh. “But…” He looked like he was trying to calculate where he’d misunderstood.

Callum stepped in. “I’m fucking Nick’s husband,” he explained.

“Oh,” Dale didn’t look any less confused; he looked at me for confirmation. I just nodded. I could feel my face burning with the humiliation.

With that awkward moment over, the conversation around the table resumed as though nothing had happened. A couple of the other strangers introduced themselves to me, but then largely ignored me after that. Callum and Winston were both so charismatic and entertaining that they basically held the attention of the table all evening.

At one point Josh leaned over and quietly said to me, “You must be loving this, huh Nick? I mean, this must be taking your whole cuckold fetish to a whole other level!”

I mumbled my agreement, but I was basically too absorbed hanging off all Callum’s words that I didn’t really engage.

“He’s fucking handsome, right?” Josh continued.

“Yeah,” I agreed, studying his diamond eyes and his magnetic smile from across the table.

“And a really awesome guy too. So smart, and funny. And successful. And fucking loaded! God, I’m jealous of Winston! Every time we hang out I kinda want to try steal him for myself, haha.”

I wondered if all my other friends felt the same. They were bound to; Callum was superior to me in basically every way. I felt like such a loser, watching as my husband paraded round his new, better partner and all our friends lapped it up.

Every now and then I’d try to insert myself into the conversation, but whenever I’d try to say something witty or interesting it would fall flat. Occasionally Callum would give me a kind of smirk, as if he was enjoying seeing me try and fail to get a word in at a table of my own husband and friends. But mostly no one noticed me at all. Callum and Winston were the centre of attention, and loving it. They hung off each other, touching each other as they talked, sharing intimate whispers just between the two of them, and kissing each other tenderly like a couple in love.

Gradually the bar started to fill up with the Friday night crowd. Various people would wander up to the table to greet the two of them and chat. I was surprised just how many of the regulars - my friends - seemed to already know Callum, and know the two of them as a couple. They’d converse with the familiarity of old friends, then they’d notice me and suddenly be unsure how to react. With each of my friends that came over, I’d see that moment of guilt where they realised they’d so completely accepted Callum and Winston as a couple that they’d all but forgotten I existed. Seeing me there was an uncomfortable reminder.

At one point I got up to get us more drinks - that had somehow ended up being my job all night, without either of them having to even ask - and I came back to find the booth vacated. I looked around and found the whole group on the dance floor, Callum and Winston grinding against each other and making out. Seeing them like that made both my dick and my heart ache; it’s such a mindfuck to feel so dejected and so fucking horny at the same time.

The two of them could barely keep their hands off each other, they were virtually fucking on the dance floor, albeit still fully clothed. So it was no surprise when after a few minutes they exited, and headed towards the door. It hurt my heart to see that it didn’t look like Winston was going to even bother saying goodbye, and I argued with myself inside my head about whether I should go over and try to talk to them before they left. Eventually I decided I would. I’d look like a desparate idiot, for sure, but that ship had sailed long ago.

I walked over as they were putting their coats on. “You guys going already?”

“Hey babe!” Winston replied, as though he’d only just realised I was even here. He sounded tipsy. “Yeah, we’re going back to Callum’s. We both need to fuck, like, now.”

I looked at Callum. He just looked back at me like my existence bored him.

“Hey, you could come back to our place if you want,” I suggested, trying to sound nonchalant but knowing I came across desperate. “It’s closer, you know.”

Winston looked at Callum for approval. For a second he gave nothing, but then that arrogant smirk spread across his face and he replied, “Yeah, sure.” The two of them turned around and walked out of the bar. I hurriedly grabbed my coat and ran after them.

They walked out to a black Tesla Model 3 that was parked up outside the bar, and a tall, handsome guy in a slim-fitting black suit got out. The guy opened the back doors of the car for Winston and Callum, and they climbed in. I just stood there, not sure whether to try get in with them, suddenly not even sure if I had their permission to come home with them. I could tell that Callum had noticed me standing there, expectantly, but he wasn’t doing anything to help. The asshole wanted to make it as awkward for me as possible. Eventually I kind of stammered, “Should I…” and gestured to the front passenger door. The driver turned and looked at me, then looked back at Callum for direction.

Callum waited just a beat, just to make it that much more awkward. “Front passenger seat,” he said, when he’d made me wait long enough.

The drive home was one of the most awkward experiences of my life. Winston and Callum were all over each other, slowly unbuttoning each other’s shirts as they made out in the back of the car, while the driver and I sat in silence. I could hear the blissful sighs, and the wet noise of their kisses, and I strained to see as much as I could through the rear view mirror without making it obvious I was looking. Listening to them go at it made me start to get hard, and I prayed like hell that their driver couldn’t see the tent starting to form in my pants.

When we finally pulled up in front of the house the two of them stumbled out of the car and up the path to the front door. I trailed behind, watching them fumble as they tried to navigate while continuing to make out the entire time. At the front door Winston patted himself down before realising that he didn’t even have a key to the house with him, and the two of them waited for me to unlock the front door. Winston then took Callum by the hand and led him into our house for the first time...