I'll be Cucked for Christmas: Part 1 (Patreon)

Shit, it's mid-October already! I know I'm already mid-way through sharing a story with you, but I'm about to mix things up a bit by interrupting it with another new one. The reason is because I've been wanting to do a Christmas cuckold story, and I want to have it done in time for Christmas which means I need to get on it now.

You might remember me mentioning this story last year back when I first started it. Basically it's like a cuckold erotica version of one of those Hallmark Christmas movies: character goes to small town, falls in love, discovers the meaning of Christmas. Or like the queer Christmas rom-coms of recent years (Happiest Season comes to mind) where a gay character brings their partner home to meet the family.

Except in this case it involves a guy who brings his boyfriend back to his hometown for Christmas to meet the family, only to have his boyfriend end up getting fucked by his old high school bully. Here's part one of the story.

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I woke up with a jolt, probably from driving over a pot-hole. I hadn’t even realised I’d fallen asleep. The bright sunlight reflecting off snow made me wince for a second or two till my eyes adjusted, just in time to see the familiar sign approach and then whizz past: Welcome to Woodville.

Seeing that weatherbeaten sign, the same one that had marked the outskirts of town since I was a kid, filled me with conflicting emotions that I found hard to make sense of. Coming back here made me feel like I was home, in a way that I’d never been able to replicate in any of the cities I’d lived in since. Being back here felt correct, somehow. But at the same time it filled me with a sense of dread, returning to this town that had felt like a prison to me when I was a young, closeted teen. I had escaped and never intended to go back, yet here I was. First time in twelve years.

I looked over at Leo sitting across from me behind the wheel. He glanced over for a moment. “Hey babe,” he said. “Good sleep?”

I nodded groggily. “We’re here already. How long was I asleep for?”

He shrugged. “About an hour?” He shuffled in his seat a bit. “Hey, do you want to stop in town for a bit, maybe have a look around, get something to drink? I need to pee real bad so I’d rather do it before I have to do the whole introduction thing with your family.”

I chuckled a little at his use of the phrase ‘in town’; he’d never been somewhere this small before and I don’t thing he was expecting something as minimal as Woodville.

“Sure,” I said. “I could probably use something to calm my nerves before I have to see my parents.”

We rounded the side of the hill and there in front of us was Woodville, downhill from us so we could see most of the town laid out before us like a miniature model. From this distance it looked pretty much the same as it always had, and I could recognise the main landmarks: the clock on the town hall, the milk processing plant on the outskirts of town, my old high school.

Two more minutes and we were driving down the main street. I’d been expecting it to be tired and a little dead, but I was surprised to find that it actually scrubbed up well and looked to be thriving. There were businesses that had cropped up since the last time I’d been on this street: an artisan bakery, a couple of decent-looking cafes, and a new bar. Most of them were decked out with Christmas decorations and lights.

“This looks nice,” Leo said, his tone slightly accusatory, which was fair considering how I’d always talked about what a shithole this town was.

He pulled into a diagonal park outside the bar, and stopped the car. I pulled my coat on and got out.

The fresh cold air finished the job of waking me up. It was still but brisk, and the sun was just starting to disappear behind the hills taking the last hint of warmth with it. I stretched my legs, then my torso, and it felt good after hours of sitting in the car.

Leo locked the car and we headed into the bar. When we stepped inside I was a little taken aback: the place was nothing like I’d been expecting. Truth be told, I’d been expecting some backwater, small-town dive. Or at best, a cheugy attempt at being fashionable that actually looked cheap and dated. But the place was nice. Warm, soft lighting and a fireplace in one corner that gave it a welcoming feel.

We walked up to the bar, and as I stood waiting behind the guy currently buying drinks I scanned the room, perplexed that a place like this even existed in my backward hometown.

The guy in front turned around, a pint of beer in each hand, and almost walked straight into Leo. I looked up at his face — he was a good head taller than me, and a bit taller than Leo — and for a moment he looked a little irritated. Then his expression softened, and he grinned at Leo. “Better watch out, mate, I could’ve spilled these all over you.”

“Sorry, my bad,” Leo replied, even though it was objectively clear he hadn’t even done anything to get in the way. He smiled back at the guy a little bashfully. I knew that look: it always made me jealous but a kind of turned on at the same time.

The guy was hot, in that small-town, straight guy kind of way. A few days of stubble, a bit of brown hair poking out from underneath his cap, and a canvas trucker jacket over a plaid shirt. Not just tall but also solid with a broad chest and shoulders.

He looked kind of familiar, but in a way that I’d usually brush aside as just one of those faces. There was something about that voice, though, that I knew I knew. For a brief second I tried to think back. Then it hit me, and I suddenly remembered all the dread and helplessness that voice used to evoke in me every time I used to hear it single me out.

Mark Collins. The asshole who’d made my high school years a living hell.

It took him a few seconds longer to recognise me, and in those moments I wanted the ground to swallow me up. He glanced over to me casually and then away in disinterest, but a second later looked back at me with a puzzled look on his face as he obviously tried to work out where he recognised me from. A second later he grinned. “Oh shit, if it isn’t Harry… Harry…”

“Kane,” I said,.

“Oh yeah,” he said, his unconvincing tone betraying the truth that he never would have remembered my last name if I hadn’t reminded him. “Been a while. How you doing?”

So many times in my life I’d fantasised about what I’d do if I ever came across him again. There had been a few different versions that had played out in my head. In some of them I’d just told him frankly how much his bullying had hurt me, and asked him why he’d picked on me so much. In others I’d have something clever to say: something that would demonstrate that I was smarter, better educated and more worldly, while he was just some country hick who’s life hadn’t amounted to much.

I hadn’t banked on the prospect of him being intimidatingly hot. I don’t know if that was the reason I clammed up, or if it was because there had never been any chance of me standing up for myself at all. But either way, I couldn’t managed much other than a cold but feeble, “Okay.”

Mark glanced back at Leo, and the two of them locked eyes for just a moment longer than would have seemed normal. “Who’s your friend, Harry?” he asked, still looking at Leo.

“This is my partner,” I replied a little awkwardly. “Leo.”

“Nice to meet you, bro,” he said. “Mark’s the name. I’d shake your hand but I’ve got mine full.”

“Nice to meet you Mark,” Leo replied.

“Might see you boys around.” With that Mark stepped through the gap we’d created for him and carried his beers down towards the back of the bar.

Leo followed him with his eyes for a few seconds before looking back at me. “Friend of yours?” he asked.

“No,” I said, jaw clenching involuntarily. Leo gave me a slightly quizzical look, obviously waiting for me to explain more. But I wasn’t going to, and he took the hint that the conversation was over.

We chose an empty table for two and sat down. I took a long skull of my beer, getting through the first half in about thirty seconds flat. I was starting to regret being back in this town already. How the hell could I be here for literally five minutes before running head first into my high school bully?

“Whoa, you’re really going for it,” Leo said, watching me knock back my drink.

“Yeah. I’m just keen to get out of here.”

“Itching for me to meet your parents?” Leo joked.

I rolled my eyes. “Keen to get it over with.”