Cuckold B&B (Part 3.5) (Patreon)

It's the next day, and things are feeling different for Ryan after watching his boyfriend get fucked. Hope you enjoy this bit!

It was kind of surreal knowing Ahmet was still in present in our apartment after he’d fucked Nico the night before. I heard him taking a shower in the morning, and just the very thought of picturing his naked body on the other side of the wall got me hard. I couldn’t help myself: I grabbed my cock and jerked out a load before he’d even finished his shower, and before Nico had started to stir in the bed beside me.

He was up and out of the apartment before Nico or I were out of bed. But his bedroom door was open, and the condoms and sachets of lube were still on his bedside table. Each time I passed in view of the door I’d look at it and the thought of it would make me weak.

After work we had the place to ourselves, but Ahmet’s presence in our minds — my mind, at least — was just as strong even without him physically in the apartment. As Nico and I ate dinner together we talked about the night before; Nico asked me about what it was like to have a proper cuckold experience for the first time, without the cover of being able to tell myself that really ‘it was a threesome’, or ‘I caught him cheating’. It was liberating finally being able to just be upfront about how much it turned me on, even though I still had to struggle against my own awkwardness at talking about my kink out loud. I told Nico about the conversation I’d had with Ahmet the previous night while Nico had been out of the room. And I’d told him about how hot I’d found it at that moment when the two of them came.

Nico did his best to describe every moment and sensation as best he could. He told me how hot he’d found it in that moment before he first kissed Ahmet. And how good it felt to be fucked with such force, and be enveloped in such a sturdy, strong body. Hearing him talk about made me start to get hard. I made a mental note that I should get him to tell me about it again when we were in bed later.

“Do you think it’ll be weird between us when we see him again?” I asked. “I don’t know if I’ll even know what to say to him. What do you say to the guy who just fucked your boyfriend?” I laughed nervously at that, but Nico just kind of shrugged. I guess he had no reason to feel embarrassed about any of it.

After dinner we settled down in front of the television. It was just after that, maybe about eight, when Ahmet came in the door. God he looked hot, even better than the day before. He’d swapped out his business clothes for something a bit more rugged: workbooks, dark jeans that hugged the bulge of his cock, and a green and black buffalo-plaid shirt rolled up to the elbows and unbuttoned far enough for the top of his white tank top to be visible beneath it. He looked like some kind of construction worker porn fantasy character.

Nico was obviously taken with the look too, because he commented on it: “Ditched the suit today huh?”

“Had a site visit,” he said. He looked down; “I should take the boots off inside, they’re probably kind of dirty.” He starting to kneel to untie the laces.

“Leave them on,” Nico said, grinning. “Dirty’s fine. And they look good on you.”

Ahmet shrugged and left the boots on.

“We’re watching this true crime documentary thing ,” I told him. “You’re welcome to join us.”

“Sure.” He walked over to where we were sitting and sat himself down on the sofa next to Nico. I knew it was a deliberate choice to be close to Nico: there was a spot on the sofa next to me that he had to walk right past to get there. I wondered if Nico had read anything into it too.

We sat there watching our documentary, but I found it hard to concentrate. As soon as Ahmet had entered the atmosphere had changed, there was now a kind of charge that I couldn’t ignore. For a while I kept glancing at the two of them, but when nothing happened after a while I told myself I needed to pull my shit together and just calm down. So I did: I stopped watching them, and just tried to focus on the television.

So I didn’t even notice it at first. Not till I saw Nico squirm a little bit on the sofa. But the movement prompted me to glance over, and that’s when I saw Ahmet’s hand on Nico’s thigh. High up on his inner thigh, almost at his crotch.

I quickly averted my eyes, not wanting them to see that I’d noticed. Cautiously, subtly — I hoped — my eyes drifted back towards them. I could see that Nico’s hand was on Ahmet’s crotch too now, slowly caressing it. And Ahmet was slowly sliding his hand up Nico’s thigh towards his cock.

The two of them were looking at each other, into each other’s eyes. They leaned in, and kissed their hands still massaging each other’s cocks through the fabric of their trousers.

Then Ahmet broke away and stood up. He extended a hand to Nico, which Nico took. Then he helped Nico up off the sofa, and, without a word or even a glance in my direction, led him towards his bedroom.