I'll be Cucked for Christmas: Part 8 (Patreon)

Here's the conclusion of the story - and maybe the set-up for the sequel...

Hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know if you've got any feedback - I'll be trying to speedily edit and proof this over the next few days so I can get it out at the beginning of December.

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I woke up on Christmas morning to find Leo hugging me, his face nestled in my shoulder and one leg wrapped around me. Honestly, that might have been the best Christmas gift of all. It was hot to lose him to Mark for a while, but it was better to wake up being reminded he was still mine.

I lay there for a while and just enjoyed it, till eventually he started to wake up.

“Morning babe,” I said, giving him a kiss. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” he replied sleepily.

I lay there for a while, thinking about the events of the night before. Jesus, I was a mess as my mind traced back through that night. When I thought about getting caught, and how many people around town might already know that I’d been cuckolded by Mark Collins, I wanted the bed to swallow me up so I’d never have to face another person again. I wondered if I should just wake Leo up, sneak out to the car and take off , and pretend this whole town never existed.

But it wasn’t long before my mind wandered to the memory of watching Mark and Leo together. And as soon as that happened the sinking feeling of humiliation mixed with the exhilaration of that sex, and I was rock hard.

At least, until I realised that I must have passed out drunk before I got to taste Mark’s load out of Leo’s ass. Fuck, I berated myself, what a missed opportunity.

We couldn’t stay in bed forever, so eventually I pulled myself away from Leo and got up. I had a shower, then left Leo sleeping while I went downstairs to get a coffee and raid the family medicine cabinet for some paracetamol.

Leo got up a little later and, weirdly, decided to pass up a coffee and head out for a run. “Gotta work off that Christmas lunch in advance,” he said as he headed out the door, leaving me kind of perplexed about how he found the energy and why he picked Christmas Day to get the sudden urge to go running.

By the time he got back and had a shower it was about mid-morning, right on schedule for my family’s traditional Christmas present opening routine. We all sat down around the Christmas tree together, Lara handing out presents one-by-one so we could watch each other open them. Mercifully she pretended everything was completely normal, although I don’t think either of us did a particularly good job of acting natural. There was an awkward formality to every interaction; I wondered how long it would be till the awkwardness passed. There are some things you never want to see — and once you see them I guess you’ll never unsee them.

Despite that lingering awkwardness it was still nice, doing the whole gift-giving thing withe my family. It was nice seeing Leo sharing this tradition with them. We’d been together for two years now, shared a home, blended our lives together. But I guess I’d never really thought of him as family, and watching so relaxed with them was kind of the first time I’d thought of him that way. I’d never been with anyone long enough, or cared about anyone enough, to ever think of them as family before.

One of the last presents under the tree was for me and didn’t say who it was from. But as Leo handed it to me he gave me a little grin to indicate he was in on the surprise. I untied the ribbon and opened the box to find a pair of black boxer briefs — no tag or packaging — with a note sitting on top of them. I opened the note.

Merry Christmas, cuck. Thought you deserved a real holiday treat, so here’s the underwear I was wearing last night when I bred your boyfriend. Didn’t bother wiping off after I busted my nut in his ass, so there’s plenty of the good stuff on there for you. I even added another load this morning while I jacked off to the video I took with him the first time around (the full version, not the short clip I sent you). So enjoy yourself, and don’t say I never do anything nice for you.

Mark

I slammed the box shut, looking up at Leo in astonishment and absolute panic.

My family were all looking at me expectantly. “What did you get?” my dad asked.

“Socks and undies,” I said as dismissively as I could manage, hearing the pitch of my voice half an octave higher from the shock. I changed the subject as quickly as I could: “How about I collect up all this wrapping paper and get it in the recycling, huh?”

Once I was done with the recycling I collected up my presents, including the one from Mark, and took them upstairs. Leo followed, and as soon as the two of us were alone I accosted him: “What the fuck, Leo? How did that get under the tree?”

Leo laughed. “Surprise babe. Mark dropped it off earlier.”

“Dropped it off? When?”

“When I went out for that run. I met him down the street.”

“He came over just to give you a pair of his used underwear?”

His lip curled into a guilty smile. “Well, that’s not the only thing he gave me.”

I gasped. “Are you fucking serious? Where? How?”

He laughed again, obviously enjoying the reaction he was getting. “He fucked me in his truck. Which was pretty fucking hot, I should add. This city boy’s never been fucked in a pick-up truck before; the vibe was macho as hell.”

I didn’t know whether to be angry with him or not. All I knew for sure was that I was starting to grow a raging boner. The only word I could manage to form was, “Fuck.”

“So just remember, when we all sit down to Christmas lunch,” Leo said, “that my guts will be full of Mark’s babies.”

“Oh god.” I didn’t know if I could bear the torture. “I want to fuck you right now, so badly.”

He shrugged. “We both promised to help your mum cook. Besides, I already got laid this morning.”

“At least let me taste it!” I begged, suddenly realising I had a second chance at getting what I missed out on the night before.

He thought about it for a second or two. “Okay,” he said. “Just for a minute, we don’t have time for more than that.”

He dropped his jeans and his underwear. He put his hands down on the surface of the desk across from our bed, so that he was bent just a little — just enough for me to get decent access to his ass. I got down on my knees behind him, already hard with anticipation.

I spread his ass cheeks a little, and tentatively touched his hole with the tip of my tongue. He’d showered since he got fucked, so there was no trace of the sex left. I pushed my tongue into his hole, desperate to find it. But nothing.

I removed my tongue. “I can’t taste it,” I said. “He did breed you, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.” I saw Leo’s hole twitch as he clenched, then release with a little sigh. And with that movement, his hole released a trickle of thick, milky cum.

Fuck. I’d never seen anything look as tempting. I stuck out my tongue and scooped up the whole trail of it before it could drip away and be lost. I could smell it before I tasted it, that unmistakable smell of semen.

I don’t know why, but at that moment my mind went back to the days when Mark used to bully me. I wondered what that Mark would say — how hard he’d laugh at me, how hard all the other guys would taunt me — if he knew that a decade or so later I’d be eating his cum out of my own boyfriend’s ass.

I caught another trickle of cum, and I lapped any trace of it off Leo’s skin. Then, far too soo, he pushed me away and pulled up his underwear. “That’s all you’re getting,” he said with a grin. “I’m going to go help your mum make lunch.”

He walked out of the room, leaving me kneeling on the floor. For a few seconds I just stayed there, half-erect, reeling from what I’d just found out. Then I looked over at the box sitting on the bed. I shouldn’t, not right now. But I couldn’t stop myself.

I opened the box and re-read the note. I took the underwear out and studied each shiny patch of cum-stain on the fabric. Then I pulled my cock out of my pants and started beating off furiously, deeply inhaling the scent of Mark’s cum and toxic masculinity as I pictured his cock sliding out of Leo’s freshly fucked hole, slick with the cum he’d just loaded him with — the cum I could still taste on my tongue.

It took me about thirty seconds to cum. Then I put Mark’s underwear back in its box, washed my hands, and went down to the kitchen to help with lunch.

I felt pretty pathetic for having masturbated alone in my old bedroom to the mental image of my boyfriend getting his ass plowed by my old bully. But it was lucky I did, otherwise there’s no way I would have gotten through lunch. As we helped in the kitchen I got all worked up every I time I saw him bend over to look for something in a cupboard, that ass of his so perfect and round. I kept finding myself wondering how much of Mark’s seed was still inside him.

The rest of the day was uneventful — so much so that I almost forgot about the thrill of what had happened. At least until, a little after we finished a marathon Christmas lunch, my phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out to find a message from Mark.

Hope you enjoyed the present. Bet you’ve jacked off to it already, you sick fuck.

I felt my teeth clench. Man, this guy had a way of winding me up. And the most irritating thing about it was that every time he accused me of something depraved and pathetic, he got it dead right.

I fucked Leo before we went to bed that night. It was the first time I’d fucked him this whole trip, apart from the day we’d had that argument when he first hooked up with Mark — but that barely counted since I’d only lasted about ten seconds inside him. By this stage I was so incredibly horny that my initial prudishness was completely out the window; if my parents heard us through the walls that would probably be about the least embarrassing thing that had happened this whole trip.

Leo had a blissful look on his face as he bounced up and down on my cock, his eyes closed, and I couldn’t help but wonder whether he was imagining Mark fucking him and not me. I thought about whether my cock felt different to Mark’s inside him. Thinking about it made me cum faster than I meant to, so I spent the next ten minutes or so playing with his hole to get him off.

As he nestled in my arms afterwards I reminded him, “Early start tomorrow.” It was a long trip home and we had to be back by the following evening.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Thanks for bringing me here babe.”

“Thanks for coming with me. I’m glad you had an okay time.”

He chuckled sleepily. “Better than okay. Phenomenal.”

“I gather you’re not talking about meeting my family.”

“I liked spending time with them. But no, I wasn’t talking about that.”

“You know, I would have never expected to enjoy seeing you with Mark,” I admitted. “Considering how much of an asshole he was. How much of an asshole he still is. But I did, I really did.”

“That’s good babe,” he said. “Because I think we’ve found our new Christmas tradition. I’m looking forward to next year already.”