Part 2: Fucking Husband and Husband
Matt and Robbie picked me up from the airport together, both wearing suits. Robbie was driving a Mustang he shouldn’t have been able to afford and as Matt eagerly helped me put my bags in the back, it was clear to me that he had been missing my touch. I’d missed him too, and Robbie. While I wasn’t as happy to be back as they were to be picking me up, I was glad to see them both. Matt’s haircut was sexy and asymmetrical. His eyebrows looked professionally done and as I stared at his face in the mirror I became increasingly convinced he’d had some work done. His jawline looked more square. His lips looked fuller. He’d gone from a naturally handsome guy too geeky to put it to good use to looking like a perfume model.
“Okay, I’ll bite. Why do you two look dressed for the governor’s ball?”
“Because my husband wants to take us all to Southern Decadence and I want you to see my tailor, sir. It’s the least I can do after you gave me all those makeovers,” Matt said.
Seeing him so confident and so very post-glow-up made me feel happy for him.
“I need a shower because I can do tailor or orgies or anything of the sort. But…you two look hot. And I will definitely go with you to get some threads for Southern Decadence. Who the fuck is your husband, dude, and when did you come into big money?”
“His name is Matthew, but I call him Daddy. His dad (who I call Rick instead of grandpa) is Kleenex money.”
“You’re joking.”
“Achoo,” answered Matt.
“You’re fucking joking.”
“No, I’m not. I really call him Rick.”
I bust out laughing. “God, I told Morgan you’re a fucking faggot, Matt. But I didn’t think you were this kind of faggot.”
“What can I say? Meeting my other half really helped me find myself.”
“And his name is also Matt?” I laughed, turning around to look at him.
“Matthew. I’m Matt. It says so in the pre-nup.”
“Stop!” I yelled, cracking back up.
“It does, I’ve seen it,” Robbie said, jabbing me in the side.
“So is he hot?”
“Yes,” they both said at the same time.
“What the fuck, dudes? Every time I blow a load in my room, your in-laws get richer. That’s insane!” I laughed.
“Dude, I’ve got stocks in Rush and Boy Butter. Circle jerks are my passive income.”
“What the fuck? Why didn’t you buy J-Lube?”
“They’re homophobic,” Robbie answered. “I already asked him. Hey, are you hungry or do you just want to shower?”
“Uh…both?”
“Okay, my place is closer. You can shower and I’ll make something or we can order something,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Ooh! You know how you make that really pepperjack gnocchi? Can you make that for me?”
“Ehhhh we should just order something,” he played hard to get.
“Come on! Pleaaaase!” I begged him. “Bro, come on. I’ll suck your dick. Just make me the gnocchi!”
“I dunnooo….you might have to suck my dick twice if you want homemade gnocchi.”
“Dude! Come on!…okay fine. I’ll sick your dick twice. But you still owe me a blowjob for that favor I did you last month.”
“Wow. Look who’s actually keeping score.”
“Yeah whatever. Is this Matthew’s car?”
“It’s mine,” said Matt.
“I still can’t get over you two having the same name. You look great. Did you get work done?”
“Did you get work done?” he asked back.
“Uh…no.”
“Then no I did not. I ate organic and got good dick and it just made me hotter,” he said.
“Means yes,” Robbie snickered.
“Hey, the muscles are real.”
We kept cracking jokes all the way up to my shower. When I got out, they were sitting on Robbie’s bed making out while recording it on their phones.
“This one’s for Matthew. That one’s for OnlyFans,” Robbie said, looking them over.
“Daddy’s going to love it.”
“Eww. You actually call him Daddy?” I said, taking off my towel.
“Wow, San Francisco must have sucked because you came back ripped. Like more ripped. Really ripped,” Matt stammered.
“Did you make me gnocchi?” I pouted at Robbie.
“I did. It’s in the kitchen.”
“Your house is nice, man,” I shouted from the kitchen, grabbing myself a bowl.
“Thanks!” he yelled back.
“Are y’all gonne fuck right now?” I yelled back, sitting on his couch.
“Yeah!” istanbul travesti they both yelled back.
“Cool.” I ate while checking my text messages. My ex in SF was asking about a gold chain she was absolutely never going to get back. Some old coworkers were still using the group chat even though our job was closed down for the foreseeable future.
I hit Robbie’s bong which he’d left packed on the coffee table, and turned on his TV. I flipped through a few channels and then decided to give into my baser instincts.
“Hey Robbie, I’m coming for that blowjob!” I yelled, getting up.
“The one I owe you, or the one you owe me?”
“Sure!” I answered, walking in on them. Matt had his long legs spread and his feet behind his head. Rob was double penetrating him with a massive dildo and using a fleshlight on his cock. “Damn dude. You’ve been stretching.”
“Mhmm. Every day,” Matt said.
I patted his head then stood over him to feed Robbie my cock. He took it in his throat like a pro, bobbing back and forth on it. He knows exactly how I like my dick sucked and he showed me how glad he was to have me back. Matt’s phone rang. He answered it like a fucking slut.
“Hello sir,” he said, panting. A pause. “Yes, sir. Robbie and I just picked up Zeke from the airport.” A pause. “No,sir. You told me to wait my turn and I’m waiting my turn. This is Robbie’s dick I’m taking.” A pause. “Yes sir.” A moan. “Unnhhh, yes sir. Okay. I’ll see you for dinner. Love you too, Daddy.”
“Eww,” I whispered at Rob.
“Shut up. It’s hot,” Rob said around my cock. (He and I can have a full conversation while 69ing)
“Matthew says he wants you to breed him, Zeke,” Matt said, humping like a cum hungry fiend.
“You know me. I’ll always cum in a good friend’s spouse,” I told him.
Rob bounced my balls and fingered my asshole. We kept eye contact while he sucked me off, while I came in his throat, and as he swallowed all the cum off my cock.
“Thanks bud,” I said, slapping his face.
He yelled around my cock.
“Permission to cum, sir?” Matt asked.
“Permission granted,” Robbie said around my cock.
I turned to watch Matt fill the fleshlight then eat it out just like I taught him.
“That’s my boy,” I said, sitting down next to him and rubbing his chest.
Robbie handed me his phone. “Can you catch this creampie for us?”
“Oh, yes please?” Matt seconded.
I obliged, getting a close-up of Rob’s balls pulsing as he shot his load into Matt. As soon as he pulled out, Matt stuck three fingers inside himself and pulled out the load to play with it.
“Wow, you’re a fucking slut,” I told him from behind the camera.
“Yes sir,” he answered.
We took a shower together, got dressed and went to see his tailor. On the way there, Matt showed me how many views the video had already received.
“Matthew is going to cum so hard when he sees this,” he said.
He showed me pictures of him and his husband. Instantly I couldn’t wait to fuck him. He looked like a bodybuilding K-pop star, except white. Everything about him looked neatly styled from his face to his clothes. Looking at this pretty boy, I remembered that Matt’s previous spouse had also been strangely attractive in an on-purpose way. His hairy, wide chest made me want to sniff his pits. His thick, uncut cock looked like mine but more pink, and a little thinner at the top. His big balls were shaved. His ass looked like it could crack a walnut.
“Are you fucking serious? This is your man?”
“This is my man.”
“How do you land these bitches?” I asked him.
“I just do,” he shrugged. “He’s really looking forward to meeting you. I’ve told him everything.”
“Look, you made a mistake letting me see your man because I am going to give him whatever he wants whenever he wants it.”
“Good. If he leaves me for someone younger, I get the house.”
“It’s in the prenup,” Robbie laughed. “I told you to come back for his wedding. The bachelor party was amazing.”
“I’m here now. That’s what matters.”
“We’re here now,” Rob said, putting the car in park.
I had the time of my life letting Matt’s tailor play with me. He bought me a sexy suit reminiscent of equestrian wear. Then Rob drove us back istanbul travestileri to Matt’s house on the gated side of town.
The neighborhood had my jaw in my lap. I’d been on the rich side of town before but not this high into the hills. His house looked like a fancy hotel or a science institute. Rob and Matt stripped as soon as they were inside. I followed suit.
You know what they say about people who shouldn’t throw stones, right? Well these guys actually lived in a glass house. Though ‘house’ seems too modest a word for the place. The greenhouse effect was something serious but their air conditioning purred like a Northstar engine. Its abundance of windows showed a beautiful view of the entire city. Their home had huge murals in every room. The one in the foyer was a blown up hyper realistic painting of their wedding vows.
I thought it was moving. A bit excessive too. But moving.
“So Southern Decadence?” I said. They each had an arm around me and were carrying one of my bags.
“Can you go with us tomorrow? We want to get settled in the city a day early,” replied Matt.
“I don’t know man. I need to at least say hi to my family.”
“I can pick you up when you’re ready,” Rob offered.
I asked about a few of our friends who I expected would go. We placed bets on who would show. We played video games for a while on a massive TV until my sister called. I left the boys and called myself a car over to see her and the parents, but promised the guys I’d be back for dinner to meet Matthew.
Family time went fine. I even stirred up a political argument so they wouldn’t miss me while I snuck off for a few days. (Works every time). I even took Matt’s advice to mention the vague possibility of a job interview in another city.
Rob picked me up for dinner, driving his own car this time. The whole time he had a smug look on his face but wouldn’t say why.
Matthew sounded like a posh lumberjack. When he welcomed me into his home, I thought I might be dreaming. The entire foyer had been redecorated in the few hours I was gone. Everything was either candle lit or illuminated by LED faux fire. He handed me a bottle of wine with goldleaf wrapping around the top. Its label said it was a special edition vintage bottle for the occasion of their wedding.
“We saved this one for you,” he said, wide faced grinning. “Babes insisted.”
“Dinner’s served!” Matt yelled, waving as he strutted into the room wearing a Nasty Pig jockstrap and harness under a transparent rubber apron. His cock and balls were fully visible through the apron and the package lifting mesh underwear.
I slackjawed. “Which one of you is dinner?”
They all laughed but I was serious. One look at this beefcake was enough to make me a very thirsty dog but seeing my boy Matt stroll in dressed like a Castro clone trophy husband had me feeling like a slut in a bathhouse. Seeing how far he had come from “I think I might be gay” to homo hotwife made me feel both proud and aroused.
As we sat through a painstakingly horny dinner, I got to know a bit about Matthew. We seemed to get along pretty well. The chemistry was definitely there.
Dinner was conspicuously light– a melodramatic homemaking bottom’s way of flirting.
“Shall we wrestle before the next course?” asked Matthew, wiping his mouth. He stood and offered me a hand up.
The man was taller than Matt. Matt’s demeanor had always made him seem like a huge, submissive dude. And he was one. Matthew’s confident, masculine swag had undeniable dom energy. But as he was towering over me, hand outstretched, muscles bulging through a sexy button down shirt, arm hair showing at the cuffs and chest hair showing where his top button was undone, something told me he was a switch. I gave him my hand, and felt how strong he was.
“Yeah, we can wrestle. Winner gets–“
“–to breed the loser,” he said, taking off his shirt.
The cheeky bastard then threw the fight right when it was getting good. He took off his pants, revealing that he had been wearing a buttplug and jockstrap underneath.
Matt didn’t even offer up his mouth to one of us. He just sat there with his mouth open, panting, eyes dazed like stoner bator, watching us. I didn’t waste any time getting his cock travesti istanbul down my throat. I made a good first impression with my mouth while teasing the plug out of him.
Robbie was a true bro and had the lube ready to go for my outstretched hand. I slipped three fingers in Matthew easily. Four went in just as nice. His deep voice rumbled into a low whimper as I started to fuck him with my hand.
It felt so good I started giggling. Rob clapped me on the back and started jerking me. I got my whole fist inside Matthew while he was on all fours. His mouth was as obscene as Matt’s. The two of them together was like a seedy porn.
“Punch my fucking prostate!” said Matthew, biting his bottom lip, pushing back on my forearm.
I did. Honestly I was impressed. He started to take two hands but I decided to stick my dick in him first.
I took my hand out of him, wrapped it around my cock, and stuck it back into him.
“This is incredible,” I moaned.
“He takes it like a man every time,” Matt said, furiously jacking off.
“I want you to breed my fucking guts, man. I want you to use my hole til I pass out,” moaned Matthew, fucking himself on my hand and cock.
I stroked myself inside him which feels fucking amazing. If you haven’t tried it, you really should. With my other hand, I milked his cock. At first I was edging him but then I started making him cum with his ass stretched. Matt wasn’t wrong. He took it really well.
“Fuck yeah use my fucking hole. Make me your fucking pussy boy, Zeke. Just fucking use me,” he said, among many other less tasteful things.
I took my hand out of him and put him on his side, crossing his legs. Then I slid behind him, put my hand on his hip, and entered him. You see, Matthew is a power bottom. He’s a true versatile sex god which means I can fuck him as hard as I want and he won’t get injured. Why? Because he practices often and he practices well.
He begged me not to hold anything back, so I didn’t. I bit into his shoulder, pulled him close to me, and used him like a sleeve. The harder I fucked him, he louder he got. The harder I bit and scratched him, the harder he begged me to fuck him. I went so hard I got a charliehorse and he decided he best way to fix it was to ride me. So I laid back and just let him bounce on my dick. Sure enough, all I could think about was how good his hole felt, how sexy his was body was, and how hard it was getting not to cum. I wanted it to last forever though. He knew exactly what he was doing moving up and down on me, rubbing his dribbling cum onto my chest. He was slamming me, grunting, gritting his teeth, putting his whole strength into it. My balls started pulsing. I started to feel like I was going to give into the nut.
“You ready to eat your bull’s cum out of me, babe?” he asked Matt.
“Yes, sir!” he said, leaping up.
“You gonna cum dude?” Rob asked.
“Yeah man,” I strained.
I grabbed Matthew and put him on his back, legs on my shoulders, and gave him my load. I could help but yell as one of the hottest loads of my life blew out of me. Matt and Matthew started kissing while I was churning the load into him. Then Matt impatiently began licking the cum off of my cock and his husband’s hole while I was still inside his man. He slurped it off of my ballsack and stuck his tongue into Matthew alongside my cock. Again, got to recommend it.
“Mmm, he made you so cummy!”Matt exclaimed.
I pulled out so he could properly eat him out and pulled Robbie on top of me.
“Do I have to wrestle you?” I asked him.
“Nope!”
He grabbed the lube and slid into me. Now, I’m not as good at taking cock as Matthew but I’m pretty good at it. When it comes to fucking Robbie, I can edge him with my ass for hours. The married couple sucked me off and rimmed us both. He blew in me. Matt and Matthew kept blowing and rimming us both while Robbie and I caught up on town gossip.
All in all it was a good night. Matthew and I hit it off. Matt got his cuckold fetish massaged. Thus I became the favorite bull of Matt’s second marriage. (Robbie remained the favorite OnlyFans costar). The next day after handling some business I decided to join them for the big party. I’m glad I went too because I got to meet a bunch of closeted gay guys. Where there’s one of those, there’s an unsatisfied wife. And there I shall be in the midst. Matt got to watch me tag team his man with Robbie and a bunch of bear types. I even got that job interview I’d thought I was lying about.
Maybe I’ll write about that too.