Cuckold B&B (Part 1.2) (Patreon)

Hi, here's the second instalment of the short story I'm working on, about a couple who have just welcomed their first misterb&b houseguest. Let me know what you think.

I woke up when I heard the door to the apartment unlock. Nico was still asleep beside me. I heard Hunter stumble around a little, unsure of where to go. I heard a hushed voice. Then another; he wasn’t alone.

My heart immediately started to beat a little faster.

I heard the sound of someone pissing in the bathroom between our two rooms, then the sound of the bathroom tap running while someone washed their hands. Then I heard the sound of the door to the spare room shut.

I turned over and tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t. Now I was fully awake; I realised I was listening out for any sound of Hunter and the guy he’d brought home. I realised I was also getting a little hard.

After a few minutes of silence I heard a definite moan. Followed by another. I heard the bed creak; I made a mental note that I should probably fix it once Hunter was gone. And then another mental note that maybe I shouldn’t, because it was kind of hot hearing it.

The moans got a little louder. The bed started creaking rhythmically.

Nico stirred a little. “What’s…?” he asked groggily. It took him a few more seconds to wake up properly and realise what was going on. “Is that Hunter?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied in a whisper. “He brought someone home.”

By now the two of them were really going for it. We could hear the bed creaking and pounding against the wall, and Hunter’s trade moaning desperately in time with the creaking.

“Whoa.” Nico sounded impressed. “That guy’s really getting it.”

“They could be a little quieter,” I said. Sounding like a prude, pretending I wasn’t turned on as hell by listening to them fuck in the next room.

“I dunno, I kind of like hearing it,” Nico replied. He wriggled a little closer to me, so he was up against me. I could feel his dick was just as hard as mine. He kissed my neck. “To be honest it kind of turns me on.”

I kissed him back.

“Who do you think’s the one making the noises?” he asked.

“I don’t think that sounds like Hunter moaning,” I replied. “So he must be topping.”

“Sounds like he’s doing a pretty good job,” Nico replied. He reached over and wrapped his hand around my hard cock. “And looks like you kind of like hearing it too.”

I reached over, took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it slowly. He kissed me again. We lay there in the dark, jacking each other off as we listened to Hunter fucking the random he’d brought home.

By now we could make out muffled cries. “Oh god. Fuck… Fuck.” The bed was creaking and thudding faster. And the faster it got, the faster and harder Nico shoved his tongue down my throat and jerked my cock.

“Fuck! Fuck!” A pause; they must have been switching positions. Then a wail; Hunter must have found a better angle because the guy sounded like he was being impaled.

As the fucking got more frantic, we both got closer and closer. At last, with a breathy whisper, I told Nico, “I’m going to cum.”

Nico quickly threw back the covers and dove down, wrapping his mouth around my cock just in time to catch the load that coursed out. He kept jacking his own cock, faster, as he swallowed back my cum.

“Fuck! Fuck! Holy fuck!” came the cries from Hunter’s room.

With gasp Nico came too, dollops of cum flying and landing on my chest and my navel and my already shrinking cock. He sat there, breath heaving, in the dark, as the noises from Hunter’s room continued. Then he flopped back down onto the bed. “Fuck, that was pretty hot.” He laughed.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” I admitted.

“Neither. Benefits of having a houseguest, huh?” He kissed me on the cheek. “Nite, babe.” Then he rolled over.

Within a minute or so, he was asleep again. Not me though; I continued to lie there listening to Hunter fuck in the next room, already getting hard again. I jerked off again, listening to them fuck, and I didn’t get to sleep until I’d heard them climax.

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I woke up in Nico’s arms the following morning to the sound of the apartment door closing. I wondered if that meant Nico had left for the day already, or if it was just his trade from last night leaving. My question was answered a few seconds later when I heard the sound of the shower starting up on the other side of the wall from us.

Nico took a little while longer to wake up; just in time to hear the shower shut off.

“Morning babe.” He kissed me.

“I’ll make coffee.” He climbed out of bed, grabbed some underwear from out of his draw, and put them on. Grey briefs that hung tight to his package and his ass, showing them both off. I knew those ones; they were ones he wore when he wanted to

He went to leave the room. “Hey,” I stopped him. “Are you gonna put more on? Pyjama pants or a robe or something? Remember we have a houseguest now.”

“Oh yeah,” Nico replied, appearing — a little unconvincingly — to only just remember that Hunter was in the apartment. “It’ll be fine,” he dismissed me. “It’s not like I’m naked.”

He went out into the kitchen, closing the bedroom door behind him. I heard noises in the kitchen as he started making coffee. I heard the sound of the bathroom door open, and then the sound of muffled voices and Hunter and Nico talked in the kitchen.

I couldn’t make out words, but I heard them talk for a while; hunter wasn’t just passing by, he’d stopped to talk. I wondered if he was wearing nothing but a towel. I started to picture the two of them, standing there in the kitchen. Nico in his underwear that showed off everything, hunter still wet from the shower and wrapped in a towel sitting low on his waist. I pictured them checking each other out as they made small talk. I thought about both of their cocks getting just a little bit firmer from the eye-candy and the attention. The thought of it started to get me a little hard too.

I heard a laugh. More muffled talking. Then a door closing as hunter presumably retreated to his bedroom to get dressed.

The door opened and Nico came back in, two coffees in hand. He put them down on the bedside table, climbed onto the bed, and kissed me. He pulled the bedcover back, exposing my naked body. “You’re hard,” he observed. “Lucky for me.” He wrapped his hand around my cock.

I could see that he was starting to get hard in his underwear too. I wondered if he’d already been getting hard before he came into the room. I reached behind the elastic of his waistband and took his cock in my hand. He inhaled sharply, obviously enjoying it. He leaned in, we kissed. He jacked my cock slowly and smoothly; I did the same to him, eliciting more sharp inhalations as he got more and more turned on.

He stopped me suddenly. Took my hand off him. Then he quickly got up, took off his underwear, grabbed lube out of the bedside table, and got back on the bed. He started jacking me again as he began to straddle me. And then he let go of my cock and instead rested his ass on it. He slowly bucked his ass back and forth along my cock, making it leak, making it pulse. He took it, lined it up with his hole, and eased onto it so that it almost penetrated him. He just let it sit there for a few seconds, till I was desperate to fuck him. Then he moved, just enough to lube up his hole and my cock.

“You gonna fuck me?” he whispered.

“Of course I am,” I promised.

“Good,” he said. He lined up my cock again, and slowly started to push his ass down on it. I felt it open for me, and felt my cock start to slide slowly in.

He grinned at me. “Now it’s our turn to make some noise.”