Cuckold B&B (Part 1.1) (Patreon)

I'm currently working on two short stories. One of them is the start of what will hopefully be a whole series, so that's the one I'm sharing today.

The series is going to be called Cuckold B&B. It's about a monogamous couple who decide to put their spare bedroom on a short-stay accommodation website (think misterb&b, the gay equivalent of Airbnb). After a few extreme cuckolding stories I've done lately, this series is going to be a little more tame. It'll follow the couple as they discover non-monogamy, and cuckolding, one little bit at a time - each time with a new houseguest.

This first story in the series is about their first houseguest, and their first 'threesome' (although spoiler, one of the guys is going to be less involved than the other two!)

The following is the first 1000 words or so of the story; there's not much action in this bit, as it's setting up the situation for the action to follow later. It's also a draft, so it's rough and needs more work. Hope you enjoy it though, and the next instalment will be along soon. As always feel free to leave comments!

I have to admit I was more nervous than I let on as we stood there waiting, in that long minute it took for our guest to make it from the street up to our apartment. Nico looked over at me. “Okay, last minute bet: hot? Or not?”

I paused to pretend to think about it for a few seconds. I wanted to seem casual, as if the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. As if I hadn’t already seen his profile pic when he booked our spare room. As if I hadn’t already wondered what he looked like shirtless. As if I hadn’t already imagined him putting his arms around Nico and kissing him.

Putting our room online had mainly been about the money. A way to save a bit of extra money that we could put aside for our wedding, or to buy our own place eventually. Nico had been open to the idea from the start; besides the money he’d been into the idea of meeting other guys from all around the world — learning about other places, making connections in case we did some travelling ourselves, generally broadening our horizons a little. The fact that it was a short-stay accommodation site for queer guys only meant there was a pretty good chance the people that came and stayed would be people we’d share something in common with.

I was into it for all the same reasons. At least, that’s what I told myself. But the truth was, ever since I’d floated the idea I couldn’t help fantasising about opening our home up to a hot traveller, and maybe opening our relationship a little too. I’d already gotten myself off a few times picturing our guest and my boyfriend fucking. Funny, I was always picturing the guy with Nico and never with myself. Maybe that was my way of feeling like I wasn’t being unfaithful. Or maybe it was something else.

It didn’t matter though. I knew I was being stupid. It wasn’t realistic; the guy was just after a room. It was a commercial transaction. And even if the guy was up for sex it didn’t matter. Nico and I were monogamous. We’d talked about the idea of an open relationship before, and while neither of us was fundamentally opposed, neither of us was ready for it either.

Or maybe, if the fantasies I’d started having about this weekend were anything to go by, maybe I was closer to being ready than I’d realised.

“Not hot,” I made eventually. Mainly because I knew that if I got my hopes up too much the disappointment would be too real. “I mean, his face pic looked kinda handsome but I’m going to guess not.”

“Guess we’ll find out pretty soon.”

As if that was the cue, there was a knock at the door.

I was fixed in place, stunned like a deer in headlights. So Nico was the one who went over to the door and opened it.

God, the guy was hot after all. Tall, in shape, with broad shoulders and thick upper arms. He was wearing a shirt, plaid, tucked into jeans that were tight enough to show he was packing something pretty decent. The way he was dressed, he was almost the caricature of a farmhand or a lumberjack or something, with the physique to match. He had a square jaw, a day’s worth of stubble, and hair the colour of maple syrup. He was holding a large overnight bag down by his knees.

He smiled a big, wide, wholesome smile. “Hey. I’m Hunter.” He held out his hand to Nico, who took it and shook it.

“Nicolas. Nice to meet you.” He paused for a moment, like he’d been caught off guard and had forgotten what to say next. Then he gestured for Hunter to come in. “Come inside.”

Hunter stepped inside, came over to me and extended his hand again.

“Hi, I’m Joel,” I introduced myself. “Welcome.” The way I said it sounded awkwardly formal. I felt like I’d been caught a little off guard too.

He took my hand and shook it firmly. “Hey Joel, nice to meet you. Hey, I’m really grateful to both of you boys for having me to stay for the weekend.”

“No problem at all,” Nico told him. “To be honest we’re both kind of excited. You’re our first guest.”

“Ah cool, so you’re just starting out with this whole b’n’b thing then.”

Nico nodded. “Just put the ad up about a month ago.”

“Well, let me just say, I’m honoured to be your first.” hunter gave Nico a little grin as he said it.

Nico looked like he was blushing a little bit. He changed the subject. “Your room’s just over here,” he said, gesturing to the door to the spare bedroom. He walked over and pushed it open, revealing the sparse, but tidy room with its neatly made bed.

hunter followed, and stepped into the room. He threw his bag down on the bed. “This looks great,” he said. “It’ll be perfect. Holy heck, that view, too!”

“It’s nice, right?” Nico agreed. “Anyway, hope it’s all good. If you need anything just let us know. The bathroom’s the next one over, and then our bedroom’s on the other side of that.”

hunter nodded. “Awesome, yeah.”

“And the laundry’s in the bathroom. Just help yourself to whatever you need in there.”

“Thanks, mate, that’s fantastic.”

There was a lingering silence, and Nico shifted awkwardly. I didn’t often see him like this around guys; he was usually pretty confident. I knew what it meant though: he thought hunter was hot as hell and he wasn’t quite sure how to act around him.

I broke the silence. “So hunter,” I asked. “What brings you to the city?”

hunter stepped back into the living room from the bedroom. “I just come up for a weekend every now and then,” he explained. “Just blow off a bit of steam. My town’s pretty sleepy, you know. Not much nightlife, not much action. So I gotta get outta there if I want some release. Plus I studied up here, a few years ago, so I’ve got a few friends I like to catch up with from my university days. Hit the town, catch up, all that.”

“Oh cool,” I replied. “You don’t just crash on one of their sofas or something?” I berated myself as soon as the words came out of my mouth; it sounded like an accusation or something. Or like I didn’t even want him here.

He didn’t seem to take offence though. “I probably could, but I don’t like to feel like my friends have to entertain me, you know? Plus I like to have a proper bed and a room to myself. Good to have a bit of privacy, right? No one keeping tabs.”

He paused for a second, like he was a little reluctant to say what he was about to say. “That reminds me, you boys are okay with the occasional visitor, right? I got the impression from the ad—“

Nico seemed to understand where he was going, even if I didn’t immediately. He laughed. “No worries,” he assured him. “You can bring guys home if you want.”

“Awesome,” hunter replied, looking relieved. “I’m not talking orgies or anything—“

“It’s all good. Sounds like you need to make the most of your weekend!”

“I very much intend to,” he said, laughing. “That reminds me though, what’s the time?”

“Almost six,” I replied.

“Oh shit. I’d better get ready, I’m supposed to go meet a friend for a drink in half an hour and I wanna get myself a little freshened up first. You boys mind if I use your shower?”

“Not at all,” Nico replied. “It’s all yours.”

“Thanks, my man. Now gentlemen, I’d better take my leave of you and get myself ready.” He went into the bedroom, rummaged around for a few things in his bag, and then made for the bathroom.

Once the bathroom door was closed, and we could hear the shower water running, Nico turned to me. “What do you think?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure what he meant by the question, so I decided to interpret it innocently. “He seems really nice,” I said.

“You were wrong,” Nico said. When I looked blankly at him, he explained: “When you predicted ‘not hot’. My lord is he hot.”

I acted noncommittal. Like I hadn’t even noticed. But honestly I was excited — both by this hot country boy currently showering in our bathroom, and by the reaction he’d gotten out of my boyfriend.