Cuckold B&B (Part 2.1) (Patreon)

Hey guys. Sorry it's been a little while since I last shared a draft. I've been focusing on a couple of other time-sensitive things that I needed to finish before the end of March, mostly to do with updating the print versions of my first three books.Anyway, here's the start of Volume 2 of Cuckold B&B. It's told from the perspective of Nico (the boyfriend who gets the action) rather than Ryan (the cuck). This story's as yet unnamed, and it's still pretty rough to be honest. It's quite dialogue-heavy, and sometimes when I struggle to find the right words I just put down something that I know sounds bad but that covers the general gist of what the characters need to be saying, which I can improve on later.It's a bit of writing advice I read recently from John Swartzwelder, a writer for the Simpsons, that I've been trying to follow when I get stuck: "Since writing is very hard and rewriting is comparatively easy and rather fun, I always write my scripts all the way through as fast as I can, the first day, if possible, putting in crap jokes and pattern dialogue—“Homer, I don’t want you to do that.” “Then I won’t do it.” Then the next day, when I get up, the script’s been written. It’s lousy, but it’s a script. The hard part is done. It’s like a crappy little elf has snuck into my office and badly done all my work for me, and then left with a tip of his crappy hat. All I have to do from that point on is fix it."So with that said, I hope you still like it anyway! Here's the first part. I knew this twink was going to be trouble from the moment I opened the door.I couldn’t help looking him up and down. He had this loose-fitting muscle shirt with arm holes that opened almost to his waist, showing off a toned, lean body underneath. His shorts were short enough to show off some muscular thighs, and tight enough that I was pretty sure I’d get a good view of a great ass as soon as he turned around. He had dark hair, almost as dark as mine, mostly tucked under a cap. And as he stood there he removed his sunglasses, revealing sharp green eyes that made an obvious show of scanning me up and down too.As he assessed me a grin slowly spread across his face. A little smug, a little mischievous. He cocked his head slightly. “Hey. Nico?”I nodded. It was a second or so before I’d realised I was grinning back at him. “Yeah. Levi?”“That’s right. Nice to meet you, Nico.” For a second the two of us both stood there in an awkward, charged silence, until Levi asked “Can I come in?”“Oh yeah, of course,” I replied, feeling a little stupid that this cute twink had managed to flummox me a little. I stepped aside, gestured, and he walked past me into the apartment. I turned as he did, checked out his ass. It looked as good as I’d expected.He turned around, dropped his bags, and faced me. “Nice place you got here,” he said. He wasn’t even looking at the apartment though, his gaze was fixed directly on me.“Thanks,” I replied. “Can I get you a glass of water or anything?”Levi shook his head. “Maybe you can show me the bedroom.”The way he said it, the implication was obvious. I swallowed, paused. Every instinct in my body was telling me to throw him down on the bed and plunge my face into that beautiful ass. And my read of the situation was telling me he’d go for it if I made a move. But I had Ryan to think about. It had only been few weeks since we’d first opened up our relationship — with our last houseguest, as a matter of fact — and in our discussion in the aftermath of that unexpected three-way we’d agreed that although we were both keen to explore non-monogamy a bit more we would make sure we’d only play together.So I pretended to be a little oblivious to what Levi was suggesting. “Sure,” I said. “Your bedroom’s just here.” I gestured at the door behind him, walked over to it, and pushed it open. Then I quickly stepped aside, making it obvious that I wasn’t intending on going in there with him. Not just yet, anyway.Levi picked up his bags and carried them into the room, chucking his backpack on the bed and his overnight bag on the floor. “Nice,” he said, surveying it. “Good view.”Don’t I fucking know it, I thought to myself, unable to pull my eyes off that ass. I looked at my watch, wondering how long it was going to be till Ryan got home. Goddamn I wish he’d hurry up.Levi turned to face me, sat down on the end of the bed. “So, Nico, do you live here alone?”I shook my head. “No, I have a boyfriend. Ryan.”“Oh yeah, that’s right. I remember from your profile on the site.”“He should be home about dinnertime,” I told him.Levi nodded.“He’ll be keen to meet you,” I added, trying to make the implication clear in my tone, but not sure if I’d succeeded. “Maybe we can all have a drink, or something, later.”“Yeah, for sure,” Levi said, a little dismissively. “I have to go out for dinner but maybe when I’m back.” He stood up, came a little closer, till he was almost in my personal space. He looked straight into my eyes. “In the meantime I should probably have a shower. Travelling in this heat’s got me so sweaty; I need to get out of these clothes.”I stood there for a second, silent, close to him. I wanted to rip the clothes off him and fuck him so bad. I looked back in his eyes intently, making my intentions towards him as clear as possible. Then I said, “Shower’s through there.” And I stepped back through the doorway, and pulled the door shut behind me before he could see the tent forming in my shorts.I pulled out my phone and messaged Ryan: Shit the guy staying is really hot. And totally up for it.*            *            *Ryan burst through the door clutching the mail, some grocery shopping and a brown paper bag full of takeaways. He was still dressed for work in a collared shirt and trousers that were just tight enough to show off the shape of his ass. I loved seeing him dressed for work, he always looked so damn handsome.He dumped everything down on the kitchen counter. “Hey babe. I brought dinner. Vietnamese.” He started pulling cardboard takeaway boxes out of the brown paper bag, and getting out bowls and forks for us to eat with. As he did his eyes darted around a little bit; I knew without asking that he was looking for any hint that our new houseguest might be around.“He’s out,” I broke the news to him. “Don’t think he’ll be back till late.”“Oh,” Ryan replied. I could tell he was trying to act nonchalant but he looked a little disappointed at the news. I wondered if my message had made him rush home; I wondered if he was excited as I was about the idea of some fun with a third.He planted our dinner down on the dining table and I pulled up a chair opposite him. “How was your day?” I asked him.“Good. Busy. This project, god, it’s turning into such a clusterfuck.” He took a bite of food, and for a moment there was silence. Then he asked me, “Are you going to tell me about him?”There was obviously only one thing on both of our minds.“Name’s Levi. Cute. Early twenties maybe. Skinny twink. I think you’ll like him.”“And you think he was down to fuck?”“He was flirting like mad.”Ryan let an excited smile spread across his face, just for a second, before he regained his cool. “Nice.” He took another mouthful of his salad.“So you think you might be up for it?” I asked. I realised I was trying just as hard as Ryan to sound casual, but I think the hopefulness was obvious in my voice. “I mean, if you’re into him. Once you meet him.”Ryan looked like he was mulling it over. As if he hadn’t already made up his mind. As if he hadn’t been hoping for this ever since the booking was made. I knew him well enough to know that. “Yeah, if we vibe, you know.”It was kind of silly, I thought to myself, how we were both trying to play it so cool, each pretending that we weren’t both so excited at the prospect of hooking up with Levi. And it was kind of silly that we were even excited about it. The city was big; there were literally hundreds of guys around. If we got on an app we could probably find a third we both liked without having to look much further than our own street.But we’d decided after our first three-way that it wasn’t going to be a regular thing. We weren’t going to go looking, we weren’t going to get on any apps, weren’t going to try pull guys at bars or anything like that. We wouldn’t go for local guys, where there was a possibility of running into them again, or things getting complicated. But if one of the out-of-town guys renting out our spare room just happened to be up for it, well then, that’s an opportunity you shouldn’t pass up.To be honest we were kidding ourselves, we were so desperate for a third that we were thirsting over Levi in a way that was bordering on embarrassing.I changed the subject; we couldn’t just sit around all evening plotting to seduce the guy staying in the spare bedroom. “So you’ve got the weekend free, right? You don’t have to do any overtime on this project?”Ryan shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. There’s a whole lot of shit to deal with but it can all wait. You have something in mind?”“I have a bunch of stuff I need to get through tomorrow so I think I’m just gonna have to stay at home and work,” I told him. “But on Sunday I was thinking maybe we could head out to the ‘burbs and visit your family? Your sister’s been suggesting it every time we’ve talked to her for the last couple of months.”“Sounds good to me,” Ryan replied between mouthfuls.There was silence as I tried to think of how to start the conversation again. But before I did, Ryan asked me, “So, what did he say to you?”“Huh?” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at.“Like, how did you know he was flirting? What kind of stuff did he say?” He looked down at his food, took another mouthful, looking a little embarrassed for having even asked.“It was nothing in particular he said,” I admitted. “I guess, more just how he said it. I mean maybe I was imagining it, maybe I was reading too much into it. But the tone in his voice when he asked me to ‘show him the bedroom’. Or how he looked at me when he said he needed to get his clothes off.”Ryan gagged as he almost choked on his food. “He said what?!”“It was nothing,” I explained. “He just needed to get changed. But the way he said it, the way he looked at me, the innuendo was kind of obvious I guess.”Ryan looked like he was about to ask something. But he paused, like he was nervous to ask. “What is it?” I prompted him.“Did you want to… to do anything with him? Right then?”“A little, yeah.” Then I decided I should just be honest. “I really did. But I wanted to wait for you, of course. I want to do this together.”He nodded. “Yeah of course.” Another pause. “What would you have wanted to do?”Ah, I see what’s going on. “I wanted to offer to get him out of his clothes. And see that cute bubble butt of his.”Ryan grinned a little; I think he was relieved I was going along with it. “And?”“I wanted to grab him and throw him down on the bed. Eat his ass out. Make him beg. Then watch my cock as I slide it into his ass.”Ryan put down his fork, leaned across the table, and kissed me. That long, lingering kiss he always did when he was trying to show that he was in the mood. “God, that sounds so fucking hot.”“Yeah?”“Oh yeah.” He stood up, came around the table, leaned down and kissed me again. “I want to watch you slide your cock into his ass.”I stood up, so I was facing him. I laid one hand on his hip, and with the other I rubbed his cock through his trousers. It was hard already; I could feel the shape of it through the fabric. “You like that, huh?”He kissed me again, biting my lower lip gently as our lips began to part. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Why don’t you show me how you want to fuck him.”I rubbed the length of his cock with the palm of my hand, increasing the pressure a little so he could really feel it. “Oh you wanna get fucked, do you?”“Uh huh.” His lips were only an inch from mine, I could feel each breath as he exhaled. “I want you to treat me like I’m him.”He’s really getting into it, the idea of me fucking this guy, I thought as I kissed him again. “You sure?” I asked. “You don’t want to save it for when we both fuck him?”“I thought you said he wouldn’t be home till late..?”I thought about it for a second. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I think so. I guess if we fuck now we’ll still be able to go again later anyway.” I felt his cock again. “Doesn’t seem like you can wait.”“I can’t,” he agreed. He grabbed my hand and put it inside his trousers, letting me wrap my hand around his cock. “How about you get me out of these clothes?”