I'll be Cucked for Christmas: Part 7 (Patreon)

It's the moment you've all been waiting for: Harry's about to get to see his boyfriend get laid. Hope you enjoy it.

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Mark took Leo by the hand. “Come with me.” He led him back inside. I hurried after them, not wanting to miss a second.

They didn’t go back to the party. Instead Mark led Leo down a corridor, and pulled him into one of the several doorways off it. It closed behind them, and for a few seconds I stood there outside it — my hands shaking, heart pounding, cock throbbing — not sure if I should open it or not.

I couldn’t not see though. I laid my hand on the handle as my mind raced. Am I really going to do this? If I start turning the handle there’s no going back now.

I turned it. I pushed the door open.

The lights were off in the room, but there was enough light from the lamp outside the window to see exactly what was going on. It was some kind of storage room, tables folded down and stacked against one wall, and several towers of boxes. Along one wall there was a bench, and Leo was sitting on it, Mark pressed against him and mid-way through undoing the buttons of his shirt.

They paused instantly and turned to look at me. On Leo’s face was a look of terror and shock. On Mark’s, just casual curiosity.

“Harry,” Leo said. I didn’t know what the tone was supposed to communicate, but if it was regret or guilt it obviously wasn’t enough to make him stop what he was doing.

“Close the door behind you,” Mark told me.

I did what I was told.

Mark and Leo went back to making out, and Mark went back to unbuttoning Leo’s shirt, kissing each bit of his neck and chest as he pushed the fabric out of the way. Leo had his hand on Mark’s crotch, rubbing it, his legs wrapped around Mark’s hips pulling him in closer and tighter. They were going at it as though they’d been deprived of each other’s touch for so long that they couldn’t hold back from each other a second longer.

Leo unbuckled Mark’s belt and undid his fly. In the dim light I couldn’t make out a whole lot of detail but I could see the sizeable shape of Mark’s cock spring out, and Leo started to jack it slowly and reverently.

I unbuttoned my own fly and took out my cock. This is fucking insane, I thought to myself. There was something incredibly fucked up about getting this turned on watching my boyfriend and my old high school bully make out. And something even more fucked up about getting my dick out and wanking over it right here in a storeroom while a hundred-odd people were enjoying the party just metres away from us. I felt stupid doing so, and kind of inappropriate, an awkward third wheel silently masturbating to the sight of this interaction that didn’t involve me. But nothing was going to stop me at this point.

Leo scrambled to unzip his jeans. As soon as he had the fly undone, Mark grabbed the jeans by the back of Leo’s waist, and in one rough motion lifted Leo’s ass up off the table and yanked his jeans and underwear down. Then he roughly pulled him forward, so his ass was right at the edge of the table. He spit into his hand and rubbed it onto his cock. “You want it?” he asked.

“Fuck, I want it,” Leo told him.

He looked so uncomfortable perched on the edge of the table, propped up with his hands on the surface behind him, legs bent and splayed as wide as he could manage with his jeans and underwear around his knees. He didn’t seem to care though, his focus was all on Mark.

Mark held him by the ass as he guided his cock in; I couldn’t see the moment it entered but I could tell exactly when it was by the sound Leo made.

“Oh, you like that huh?” Mark whispered. He pulled out and pushed it back in, eliciting the same soft groan from Leo a second time. “You needed this, didn’t you.”

“Yeah,” Leo whispered back to him. “Fuck, your cock feels so… right.”

I don’t think he’d ever said that to me when I was inside him.

Mark glanced over in my direction and flashed me a grin. That smug, arrogant grin I remembered so well and used to hate so much. Part of me reacted in anger to it after so many years of conditioning. But part of me was wildly aroused by it — the knowledge written all over his face that he could fuck my boyfriend better than I could, and that he was about to demonstrate the fact to me.

Mark had his arms around Leo, hands on his lower back taking his weight in the awkward position he was in. Mark pulled him closer, so the their bodies were pressed against each other. Leo lifted his chin till his lips met Mark’s, and the two of them started to make out. As they did, Mark began to thrust his hips harder and faster, till the two of them were in a steady rhythm of low grunts in time with Mark’s thrusts.

I don’t know if I’d ever been as hard in my whole life as I was right then, dick my hand, watching them fuck in that moonlit storeroom. The noises were primal, the movements rough and forceful. I stroked myself in time with each movement they made, the closest I could come to feeling like I was part of it.

They were trying to keep quiet — I think — but as Mark picked up the pace and the force, the table Leo was propped up on started to thud against the wall in time with their fucking. That, and the grunts that were getting just a little louder each time, had me convinced that someone was going to hear us and bust us. I wondered if I should shush them, ask them to keep it down. I couldn’t bring myself to though. It seemed disrespectful to the moment they were sharing. And it was so fucking hot I didn’t want it to swap.

Eventually though, Leo’s moans got too loud even for Mark’s liking. “Ssshhh!” he whispered, laughing and holding a finger to his mouth. He pulled out and whispered, “Get down. Turn around.”

Leo did what he was told, hopping down from the bench and turning around to face him.

“Good boy,” Mark said. With a firm hand on Leo’s back he bent him over the bench. He grabbed the santa hat off Leo’s head and and shoved it roughly into Leo’s mouth to muffle his moans. He gently turned Leo’s head to face me, and planted his palm firmly on the right side of his skull to pin his head down on the surface of the bench. Then, with Leo bent over and pinned down, Mark started fucking him hard from behind.

Now for the first time I could make out the silhouette of Mark’s cock each time he pulled out, before he slammed it in deep again. Leo was moaning uncontrollably now, his moans muffled just enough by the fluffy hat stuffed in his mouth. I couldn’t fully make out his eyes — I wished I could so I could look at the expression on his face, see those eyes roll up into the back of his skull with the pleasure of Mark’s cock railing him. He’d be able to see me though, standing there by the door watching and jerking myself. I wondered what he thought of me in that moment, getting off watching a guy I hated so much giving him the time of his life. I wondered if it made me seem pathetic. I wondered if that made getting fucked by Mark even hotter for him.

I could hear he was getting close to climaxing, despite not having touched his own cock this entire time as far as I could tell in this light.

He wasn’t the only one; I was close as well. And I hoped like hell Mark was too, because I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. I was tugging at my cock furiously now because despite not wanting to cum yet I just couldn’t restrain myself by this point. Watching Leo take it from Mark with such raw power was having an effect on me like nothing I’d ever seen before.

“Oh yeah,” Mark growled. “Fuck, this tight pussy’s gonna make me cum any second now.”

Leo’s moan communicated exactly how much he needed it.

“Oh, fuck,” Mark’s voice rumbled. “You ready for my load?”

For a second I didn’t even register the sound of the door handle behind me. By the time my brain stopped focusing on the sex enough to realise what was happening, the door was already starting to open behind me. I swung around, my hand still wrapped around my dick, too startled to even think of putting it away.

Two people stumbled into the room, arms wrapped around each other and moving as one, too busy making out to see where they were going or what they were stumbling into. I could only see the back of the woman’s head, her shoulder-length hair concealing any features. The man she was making out with was facing toward us though. For a second he was too absorbed to notice, but then his eyes flickered our way and suddenly he broke off his kiss and pulled back in surprise.

The woman took another moment to realise he’d seen something, before she turned around to see what the guy had been looking at. And as soon as she did I recognised her, even in the dim light. Fuck, it was my sister.

I was too shocked to say a thing. She was too, as was the guy she’d just stumbled in there with. Which meant that in that moment, everything was completely silent except the loud, long, grunt that Mark let out as he bred Leo’s ass.

I winced at the sound coming from behind me, utterly mortified.

I saw both Lara and her intended hook-up looking past me at Mark and Leo; the guy wide-eyed with astonishment, my sister looking confused. “Harry,” she said eventually. “Shit. Sorry, I…” She seemed completely lost for words. She looked down at my cock in my hand, before quickly averting her eyes in embarrassment.

I tucked my dick away quickly, feeling it wither rapidly from the buzz-killing shame of the scenario I found myself in. There was no talking my way out of this. Having your sister walk in while you’re fucking is mildly embarrassing, having her walk in during a threesome even more so. But having her walk in to find me standing in a corner jerking off to my boyfriend getting fucked by another man — the guy she knew was my high school bully, what’s more — was beyond any humiliation I could have ever imagined.

“Oh fuck,” she said. She started to back out towards the door. “I’ll leave you guys alone.”

“No need,” Mark’s voice came from behind me. I heard the clang of his belt buckle. “You can have the room, we’re done.” He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he walked past me, and the two intruders stood aside to let him past. He turned in the doorway and gave me a wink, then he disappeared into the hallway.

Lara bolted straight away, which was a relief. The guy she’d been with just shook his head and muttered, “For fuck’s sake,” his voice equal parts annoyed and incredulous. He turned and followed Lara out into the hallway.

I turned back to Leo, who by this point had pulled his pants up. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Am I okay? I didn’t have a fucking clue at this point. “I didn’t even get to cum.”

“What do you want to do?” Leo asked. “Do you want to leave?”

I shrugged. “What’s the point? Whether we’re here or at home I’m never going to be able to look my sister in the eye again.”

So with me still feeling shellshocked, and with Leo most likely feeling awkward yet satisfied he got the fucking he wanted, the two of us stepped out of the storage room, pulled the door shut, and went back to the party.

We stayed at the party for another hour or so, just long enough to be polite and not draw attention to ourselves by leaving early. And just long enough for me to get pretty fucking drunk trying to drown my utter embarrassment in beer while I tried to avoid eye contact with pretty much everyone in case they’d heard about what I’d been up to in the storeroom.

I knew there was no way that Lara was going to want to say a word about what happened, but I guess that guy she was with must have talked because the news seemed to spread. I saw a bunch of guys high-five Mark at one point, and I couldn’t help wondering if they were congratulating him on getting laid. I told myself I had to be imagining it though, because as far as I knew Woodville was still way nowhere near progressive enough to be the kind of place where a bunch of straight dudebros would be congratulating their buddy for fucking another man in the ass.

At one point though, as I was hitting the food table, I overheard a woman tell her friend, “I heard that Mark made another conquest in the storeroom.” The two of them both laughed about it, but to be honest I thought I detected a little jealousy in the woman’s voice. An attitude I could identify with.

I just hoped that as the story spread it didn’t get back to my mother and father that it had been their son’s boyfriend Mark had conquered. I don’t know if I could ever look them in the face again if that happened. But I’m not sure what would be worse: knowing they found out, or having to spend the rest of my life wondering.

Eventually I’d had enough. I grabbed Leo, still in his santa hat and also starting to get a little tipsy, and told him I wanted to get out of there. As the two of us walked home in the gently falling snow I reached out and took his hand. “Did you enjoy the party?” I asked.

Leo laughed. “I really enjoyed the party,” he said. “What about you?”

“Yeah I enjoyed it.”

“Favourite bit?”

“When he came inside you.”

“Funny, that was my favourite part too.” Leo squeezed my hand “If you don’t pass out the second we get home maybe I’ll let you eat his load out of my ass.”