Gay Cuckold Erotica
Mind if we borrow your boyfriend?
This follow-up to the best-selling Your Boyfriend is Hot contains four steamy gangbang cuckold stories that explore the world of guys who get their excitement watching their boyfriend take on a gang of admirers. In A Six-Pack for Samson, Samson has a special way of greeting his boyfriend after a hard day at the office but this time he’s caught with his pants down by his boyfriend’s work mates. In Sold by My Stepdad, a timid young man is shown what life is all about by a gang of construction workers and gains a boyfriend from the experience.Valentine’s Way ups the heat level when Valentine decides to humiliate his boyfriend for forgetting Valentine’s Day by taking on anyone who wants him until the tables are turned and things get even raunchier. That perennial question, What Time Does Your Boyfriend Get Home? is answered in the novella of the same name when the whole neighborhood gets hard for a young fashion model.
Publisher: Lydian Press
Pairings: 4+ or Other
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 3 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Cheating, Coming Home, Menage, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever
Word Count: 48800
Setting: Unspecified Modern Western City
Languages Available: English
I’d been impressed by Paris’s opening gambit. I was fiddling with my fifth Scotch on the rocks wondering what I had to do to escape the tedium when a young man whose assets weren’t in the rather unprepossessing clothes he wore but in his smile, his model-handsome face, and in the body which his obviously second-hand suit did little to hide.
He leaned in to whisper, “What’s say you and I escape this dirge and go fuck in one of the rooms?”READ MORE
Without waiting for a response, he wiggled his pert little ass as he walked away. I suspect I was drooling as I followed almost as if he was tugging me along by my dick. He found an empty bathroom and by the time I’d joined him and locked the door, he’d managed to divest himself of his clothes and was bending over the bath, his ass slicked and waiting for me. It wasn’t until we’d both come twice and made ourselves respectable after one of the most mind-blowing bouts of sexual excess I’d ever experienced that I learned his name. He’d been hired by management to mingle and add a certain tone to the proceedings. And dance with the women, single or otherwise. It took the stress off the non-dancing husbands and boyfriends. But I was the only one that night who managed to get his phone number. And the promise of further escapades of a similar nature.
That part of the bargain was fulfilled although not always in a bathroom. Paris had a propensity to try just about any room in a house or apartment as well as the great outdoors. He obviously had an exhibitionist streak to his nature, turned on by the thought of doing it in public if there was an opportunity we might be caught. His life was as far removed from my own rather staid existence I was immediately caught up in a whirlwind of obsession eventually leading to a mutual attraction that didn’t rely solely on our sexual chemistry. We spent hours talking about ourselves. He was bored by my pursuit of economic success while gladly accepting all the benefits of my hard work while I was irritated by his spontaneity and total lack of concern for the niceties of life, although he spent an inordinate amount of time grooming. Usually hogging the bathroom mirror when I was attempting to get ready for work. Apart from that, we were good for each other, smoothing out the other’s rougher edges.COLLAPSE