I'll be Cucked for Christmas: Part 2 (Patreon)

Here's the next instalment of my cuckold Christmas story. It's the first night back in Harry's home town. Hope you guys like it!

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Honestly though, the first evening with my family went better than I’d expected. I may not have much in common with them anymore, but they’re good people and they made me feel at home straight away. It was actually good to see them again.

Leo had met my sister Lara last time she was in the city. But this was the first time he’d been introduced to my parents, even though we’d been together over two years by now. My mum and dad were very traditional, and although they’d been accepting after the initial shock of me coming out, they’d always been a little awkward with anything to do with my sexuality. So I’d put off this meeting as long as I could, and I was still a little reluctant for it to happen.

But they warmed to Leo right away as we sat around the dining table for the roast dinner my mum had cooked. My dad was as quiet as usual, but my mum bombarded Leo with questions: where his family was from, what he did for a living, what his parents did for a living, what he was like as a child, how we met. We’d practiced the answer to that last one in the car to make sure we could convincingly lie about it; my parents would both probably pass out from shock if we told them the truth that I’d first met Leo face down on a vinyl mattress in a sauna with cum leaking out of his hole and ‘no loads refused’ written in marker pen on his ass cheek.

After dinner mum badgered us all into a game of charades which was actually more fun than I’d thought it would be. God, it was all so wholesome. If someone had told my sixteen-year-old self that one day I’d be back in this living room with my same-sex partner and my parents bonding over a pre-Christmas game of charades I would have laughed in their face.

It wasn’t till everyone started to disperse to their bedrooms for the night that we finally got a bit of alone time, which I badly needed by that point. We lay on the bed next to each other scrolling through our phones, both appreciating the opportunity to zone out in silence for a few minutes.

Eventually I looked over at Leo. I was surprised — but not that surprised — to find him scrolling through porn.

“Make sure the sound’s off,” I told him. “I don’t want my parents to hear the sound of gay sex coming from the bedroom. I don’t think they’re ready for it yet.”

Leo looked over and gave me a mischievous grin. “Oh, so we gotta keep it quiet, then?” He dropped his phone on the bed next to him, rolled over to face me, and laid a hand on my crotch. “Guess it just means you’ll have to bury my face into the pillow while you’re fucking me then.”

I couldn’t deny that turned me on. But I brushed his hand away before he could get me going too much. “I can’t fuck here!” I said, incredulous that he was even trying it on. “In my childhood bedroom? With my parents in the house?”

Leo looked a little offended. “I thought it might be hot.”

“Awkward and creepy, more like.”

Now Leo looked properly annoyed. He rolled onto his back again and picked up his phone. “I didn’t realise this was going to be a no sex vacation,” he said, not looking at me, pretending that he was just musing aloud and not trying to start an argument.

“Seriously, you can’t expect me to be horny with my parents down the hallway, can you?”

He scowled a bit. “Surely you can’t expect me to go five days without fucking.” He shrugged. “I guess it means I’ll just have to find someone else who can give it to me if you won’t.”

That really got my dick going. I felt it start to shift a little bit, growing at the thought of Leo getting fucked by another man. We’d been kind of open for the last few months and the few times I’d watched other men fuck him had turned me on beyond my wildest imagination. Now, when we played together I tended to keep my involvement to a minimum. And even though I always made a show of making my permission seem like it was given begrudgingly, I knew he knew that I was actually dying to experience the torment of having him go out and have sexual experiences that didn’t include me.

I watched as he opened an app on his phone, the screen suddenly populated with a grid of faces and torsos. “Let’s see if there are any hot guys around here,” he said. My dick started to grow a little thicker.

“More talent than I’d expected,” he said. “I’m sure one of these guys will be down to fuck.”

Part of me was distraught at the idea of him leaving to go get fucked by a random stranger. But part of me wished he’d do it.

“Or you know, maybe I could fuck that guy from your school. What was his name?”

I let the disdain show in my voice as I said his name. “Mark. And he’s straight.”

“You sure? I kind of got a vibe. I think he was flirting with me a bit.”

I let myself picture it. The thought of it made me a little angry, that smug asshole flirting with my boyfriend right in front of me. It was kind of hot though too, to be honest. Even though it would absolutely crush me, I found myself just for a second wishing the guy wasn’t straight after all.

I shook the image from my head. “You’re dreaming,” I told him. “The guy’s a total fucking homophobe.”

“Of course. All the biggest homophobes at school are the ones that turn out to be homos when they grow up.”

“Not this guy,” I told him. “Trust me.” I hoped that Leo didn’t push it any further, because I didn’t want to have to admit to him how badly Mark had bullied me back when we were at school.

He didn’t push though. He just shrugged. “I’ll take your word for it. It’s all good, there are plenty of guys on here. Some of these country boys are pretty fucking hot, you know.”

“You’re not going to actually leave me alone and go get fucked by someone else, are you?” I tried to sound hurt even though I was so turned on by the prospect of him actually doing it.

“Nah,” he said, and for a moment I was legitimately disappointed. He scrolled through the grid on his phone absently. “Not tonight, anyway. It’d raise too many questions, right?. But we’ve got a whole week here, and you probably want to get a bit of alone time with your family, so I’m more than happy to go out for a little while, and…” He trailed off, and I watched as he started typing a message on his phone.

I said nothing. I went back to looking at my own phone, pretending like I wasn’t bothered at all by what he was doing. But I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he scrolled through his phone, and I saw the notifications pop up as the messages started rolling in. He was popular. Of course he would be. My mind started racing, wondering what kind of guy he’d end up with. And what they’d do when I wasn’t around. And I felt my dick get hard.

I tried to just go back to what I was doing. But there wasn’t a chance, not now. I held off for about as long as I could bear, until I finally threw down my phone in frustration. “No noise, okay?” I said as I leaned over towards him and started unbuttoning his fly. As soon as I had it open I pulled out his cock, not yet hard but nicely thick and well on its way to being fully erect. I wrapped my mouth around it, and started giving him a blow-job. Right there, on my childhood bed, while he scoured the internet for other men to fuck him.