Chapter One - Max
Alex Pov
It had been a few weeks since the weekend away with Ben, his brother Liam, and his dad, Max. We both have busy lives, we both work, and a lot of the time, we’re so tired when we get home, we just want to get something to eat and veg out in front of the TV. We hardly ever get to go away and relax anymore, so from that perspective, it was a wonderful weekend.
On reflection, even though it was a great experience, it left my world different. With Jeff’s announcement that he wanted to try an open relationship, I was wondering how this would look going forward. Jeff told me that Max had sparked something within him; he wanted Max to be able to come over to our place and visit.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Having Max in our home, in our space, would change things fundamentally. It wouldn’t just be a fantasy weekend anymore; it would be real life.
“What exactly are you thinking?” I asked Jeff one night as we were getting ready for bed. “Like, Max just drops by whenever he wants?”
Jeff looked up from his phone, his eyes bright with an enthusiasm I hadn’t seen in months. “Not whenever. We’d set boundaries, of course. Maybe once or twice a month?”
My stomach clenched. “And what would I be doing while you two are... together?”
“You could join,” Jeff said quickly. “Or not. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
That was the thing, I wasn’t sure what I was comfortable with anymore. The weekend at the cabin had been intense, overwhelming, but also contained. It had clear boundaries: a beginning and an end.
Max’s sex life with his wife is pretty non-existent, Jeff was saying, and for someone like Max, who has a pretty high libido, he needs sex.
“But that’s not our problem,” I said, unable to keep the edge out of my voice.
Jeff sighed and put his phone down on the nightstand. “I’m not saying it’s our problem. I’m saying I want to help solve it.”
I moved to my side of the bed, creating more distance between us. The sheets felt cold against my skin.
“So, you want to be his solution? His release valve?”
“It’s not just about him,” Jeff said, moving closer to me. His hand found my shoulder. “You saw what it was like at the cabin. How it felt for all of us.”
I had seen it. Felt it. The way Max commanded a room commanded our bodies. The way Jeff came alive under his touch. The way I’d been both jealous and aroused watching them together.
“What about Ben?” I asked. “How does he feel about his dad coming over here, cheating on his mother regularly? Ben understands that Max has his needs, but at the same time, he’s torn about the situation with his mother. It’s complicated for everyone involved.” Jeff says.
Jeff smiled, his fingers tracing small circles on my skin. “I know it’s asking a lot. I just... I can’t stop thinking about him, Alex.”
The raw honesty in his voice made my chest tighten. I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. “And what if I say no? What then?”
Jeff was quiet for a long moment. Too long. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t know. I just know I feel something with him that I’ve never felt before.”
That hurt more than I expected it to. “Something you don’t feel with me?”
“It’s different,” Jeff said quickly. “Not better, just... different. You’re my partner, Alex. I love you. What we have is wonderful, with Max, it’s just different. Max is someone who gets off on control. He likes to push boundaries when we have sex; he knows how to use his cock to fuck me so good. I love how it makes me feel.
I couldn’t help getting that sinking feeling in my stomach that this thing between Max and Jeff could morph into something a lot more than just sex.
“But what happens when it becomes more than sex? When you start wanting to spend more time with him than with me?” Jeff propped himself up on one elbow, his brow furrowed. “That won’t happen, Alex. I promise.”
“You can’t promise that. Nobody can.” I turned to face him fully. “You’ve already admitted you feel something with him you don’t feel with me.”
“Physical intensity isn’t the same as love,” Jeff countered, his hand reaching for mine. “What Max and I have is... primal. What you and I have is deeper.”
I let him take my hand, but didn’t squeeze back. “That’s what everyone says at the beginning. Then feelings get involved, and everything changes.”
Jeff was quiet for a moment, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. “Alex, look at me.” His voice was soft but insistent. I reluctantly met his gaze. “Max is sixty years old. He’s married. He’s Ben’s father. This isn’t about replacing what we have.” He moved closer, his forehead nearly touching mine. “What I feel with Max is submission. It’s letting go. With you, I feel partnership, love, trust... a future.”
I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to believe him so badly.
I told Jeff that if this were going to happen, we would have to set up some rules.
1. If Max was coming over, we both had to be in attendance.
2. If sex was going to happen, it had to be agreed between Jeff and me first.
3. No sleeping overnight; he still had a wife at home; we didn’t need any unwanted drama.
4. If either of us felt uncomfortable with Max coming over, we could call it off.
Jeff agreed with the rules, kissing me, he told me how much he loved me, and this was going to be great for our relationship.
As the words left my mouth, I already felt a strange mixture of dread and anticipation. Jeff’s face lit up, and he pulled me into a tight hug, his excitement palpable.
“Thank you,” he whispered against my ear. “You won’t regret this.”
But even as I returned his embrace, I wondered if I already did.
The next morning, I woke to find Jeff sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, typing rapidly. He didn’t notice I was awake until I shifted under the covers.
“Morning,” he said, smiling widely. “Sleep well?”
I nodded, rubbing my eyes. “Who are you texting so early?”
He hesitated, just a fraction of a second, but long enough for me to know. “Max. Just letting him know about our... arrangement.”
My stomach dropped. “Already? We only just talked about this last night.” I said. “You’re not changing your mind, are you, Alex?”, not after we agreed on the rules and everything. No, I said, it’s fine.
I liked Max; he was very charming, one of those men who just naturally oozed confidence. He was always the one who controlled any situation. Initially, I didn’t have any issues with him coming over and spending time at our place when our schedule permitted. The first time he came over was a Saturday afternoon after he’d been to a football match; he was a diehard Blues supporter, and his team had lost.
He’d already had a few drinks when he arrived, so when I went to get a couple of beers from the fridge, leaving him in the lounge room with Jeff, I wasn’t too surprised when I returned that he was already getting frisky and kissing Jeff.
I made a hmmm hmmm sound and went to hand them the beers, Max said, just put them down. After another minute or so of kissing, they picked up their beers. Jeff, looking sheepishly at me, said thanks babe. I could tell Jeff was a bit torn; he wanted to have a great time with Max, but still didn’t want to push my boundaries too far.
Max turned to me, his eyes glinting with that predatory confidence I’d come to recognise. “Alex, come sit with us. Don’t be a stranger in your own home.”
I settled into the armchair across from them, nursing my beer. Max had his arm draped possessively around Jeff’s shoulders, his large hand occasionally stroking Jeff’s neck. The casual intimacy of it made my throat tighten.
“So,” Max said, his voice filling the room, “how’s work been treating you both?”
We made small talk for a while, about our jobs, the football season, and Ben’s latest promotion. But there was an undercurrent of tension, like electricity crackling just beneath the surface. Jeff kept shooting me glances, checking my reactions, while Max seemed completely at ease, as if he belonged here.
After our second round of beers, Max set his empty bottle down with a decisive thunk. Let’s talk about what we all want here, he said. I’ll start, I like Jeff, I like his body, how his ass can take my cock like no one else, I like you too, Alex, but in a different way.
From the weekend away, I think you’ve tried a few things you hadn’t tried before, and I think you liked them. I know you like to watch your boyfriend getting fucked by other guys. I also think you like to participate in certain ways as well. I can help you explore more of that, if that’s what you want, he says, looking directly at me.
Max leaned into Jeff and started kissing him. I was excited but also jealous watching Max kiss my boyfriend so passionately. Max suggested that I should make myself useful and get down on the floor and kiss his feet like I did to his son Ben on that weekend a few weeks back. He said he remembered how turned on I had got sucking on Ben’s toes and basically giving both his feet a tongue bath.
After that weekend, I had already decided I wanted to explore a few kinks, so I thought this would be a perfect opportunity. I got down on my knees in front of Max and took off his runners and then his socks; his feet were pretty ripe from being in his runners all day. I started licking underneath his left foot, and then licking his big toe, mmmm, he started to moan into Jeff’s mouth, saying your boyfriend is doing a great job down there sucking on my toes.
I could tell Max was enjoying it as I traced my tongue between his toes, cleaning every inch of his feet. Jeff watched us with dilated pupils, his breathing becoming more laboured as Max continued to kiss him deeply.
“That’s it, boy,” Max growled, breaking away from Jeff to look down at me. “Show me how obedient you can be.”
I felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal as I continued worshipping his feet. Max’s hand moved to Jeff’s crotch, rubbing him through his jeans while Jeff moaned softly.
“Stand up,” Max commanded me suddenly. When I did, he reached for my belt. “Take these off. I want to see what Jeff gets to enjoy.”
My hands trembled slightly as I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down. Max’s eyes raked over me appreciatively, “not bad,” he said. I think it’s time for Jeff to feel some love on his feet. I looked up at Jeff, who was still kissing Max, he gave me a wink.
I moved to Jeff’s feet, who wasn’t wearing any socks or shoes. I started making love to his toes, trying to fit his whole foot into my mouth, mmmm, I was really getting into it.
Max was now unzipping Jeff’s jeans and told me to pull my boyfriend’s jeans off for him. I pulled his jeans down, and Max started feeling Jeff’s cock over his underwear. I could feel myself getting harder as I watched Max’s large hand explore Jeff’s body. There was something hypnotic about seeing those large, weathered fingers against Jeff’s smooth skin.
Jeff had a huge hard on, I was busy licking Jeff’s toes and Max told me to take off my boyfriend’s jocks. I went to use my hands to remove them, but Max said, no, you should use your teeth, cuck. I could tell Max was getting into the whole vibe of treating me like a cuck, someone who was inconsequential to what he wanted, and I was just there to be obedient and do as I was told.
I should feel privileged that he was letting me be in the room with them. I thought I would see where this was going and moved up and pulled down Jeffs jock’s jocks with my teeth. Jeff looked down at me with a goofy look on his face. Max said, good boy, now come here and help me out of my jeans.
I did the same to Max, removing his jeans and then his underwear with my teeth. His huge cock sprang out while I was removing his underwear, and it had to be at least 9 inches hard, and it was fat. I gave it a little lick, and he told me no, this is for your boyfriend. I might give you a taste later, if you’re a good boy.
“Look at that,” Max said, his voice deep and commanding, holding Jeff’s hard cock, “Your boyfriend’s got a beautiful cock, doesn’t he, Alex?”
I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry as I continued to kneel between Jeff’s legs.
“Tell me,” Max said, looking directly at me while he slowly stroked Jeff. “Does it turn you on to see another man touching what’s yours?”
Jeff moaned softly as Max’s grip tightened around him. I couldn’t lie, not with my own erection straining against my underwear.
“Yes,” I admitted, the word barely audible.
Max smiled, that predatory gleam in his eyes intense, he moved Jeff onto his back and lifted his legs and started playing with his ass. He looked at me and said how much he had missed my boyfriend’s ass. He started to kiss and lick around Jeff’s ass cheeks, mmm, he was groaning when he moved to Jeff’s hole, let me make your ass feel good again.
Jeff started to moan, oh fuck yes, Max, make me feel good. I need that hot tongue in my hole. I want you to make my ass feel as good as you made it feel last time. I was hard as a rock, seeing my boyfriend and Max together, and I took off my jocks. I was leaking so much precum.
Max noticed me watching and gave me a wicked grin. “Look at our little voyeur, Jeff. He’s dripping for us.”
I felt exposed, vulnerable, but undeniably aroused as Max’s eyes assessed me. He turned his attention back to Jeff’s hole, burying his face deeper between those familiar cheeks that I’d kissed so many times before.
Max looked up at me as he teased Jeff with his cock rubbing on his hole, mmmm Jeff was really getting into it now, yeah fuck me, Max, fill my hole with your huge cock, I love how big and thick it is. Max, still looking at me, told me to be useful and lube his cock and my boyfriend’s hole.
I went to grab the lube, but he said no, cuck, use your mouth. I moved my mouth to where Max was teasing Jeff’s hole and started licking and using my saliva to provide some more lubrication. While I had my tongue out, Max gobbed a huge load of spit onto my tongue. There you go, he said, use that. I was a bit grossed out by that, but managed to lube up Max’s cock and Jeff’s hole a bit more with the spit.
Max started to ease into Jeff’s hole, starting slow and then building up a pace, Jeff started moaning like a slut in heat, Max really started to pound Jeff’s ass now and Jeff was delirious with pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head, oh yes fuck me, fuck me harder and the moaning from both of them was getting louder.
Max looked at me and said cuck come and suck your boyfriend’s cock, I was busy fisting my own cock now and was getting really close to blowing my load. I started licking Jeff’s cock while Max was pounding him, and he was groaning. I’m fucking cumming he was screaming, I’m loading up your boyfriend’s hole, Max let loose and at the same time Jeff started shooting his cum down my throat, I don’t think I have ever seen him cum so much when we were having sex, I couldn’t hold myself off any longer and was next to blow and came all over Jeff and Max.
Max let out a deep, satisfied groan. He looked at both of us with a self-satisfied smile. “Well, that was fucking spectacular,” he said, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair.
I was still catching my breath, kneeling between Jeff’s legs, the taste of him lingering in my mouth. Jeff looked absolutely wrecked, his chest heaving, his eyes half-closed in post-orgasmic bliss.
Max had calmed down a bit and looked me in the eye. I think next time I come over, your cock should be locked up. I was a bit taken aback. He then told me to clean them up, I stood up to get a towel and he said no, with your tongue, I had come down from my orgasm so I wasn’t really in the mood for being treated like a cuck anymore, Max grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face onto his cock and told me to clean him and Jeff up, I started to lick the cum off them, when I was done, Max said good boy, that’s better.
When Max was finally ready to leave, he got up and put his clothes back on. He looked at me with a smirk, “You did well today, Alex. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
Jeff was still sprawled on the couch, looking completely spent. Max leaned down and gave him a deep, possessive kiss before heading toward the door.
“I’ll text you,” he said to Jeff, not even glancing in my direction. “Maybe next Thursday?”
Jeff nodded eagerly. “Yeah, that works for me.”
After the door closed behind Max, a strange silence fell over our apartment. I sat down next to Jeff, my emotions a tangled mess. Part of me was still turned on by what had just happened, but another part felt hollow, like I’d given something away I couldn’t get back.
Jeff was on cloud nine and babbled continuously about how great it was and how good Max’s cock made him feel, stretching his ass. He could tell I wasn’t really talking and came up and hugged me and asked if I was ok?
I told him that although I found Max sexy, I didn’t really like some of the things that he did. I didn’t like it when he spat in my mouth or pushed my face onto their crotches to clean them up.
Jeff just laughed and told me he thought the whole scene was great, and it was just Max being the controlling alpha. He told me you seemed to like it enough when you shot your load all over us.
I knew Jeff had a point. I did get turned on by the scene; hell, I came harder than I had in months. But there was a difference between sexual excitement and emotional comfort, and I wasn’t sure how to explain that to Jeff when he was still riding his post-Max high.
“I just need some time to process everything,” I said finally, pulling away from his embrace. “It was intense.”
Jeff’s smile faltered slightly. “But good intense, right? You enjoyed it?”
“Parts of it, yeah,” I admitted. “But the cuck stuff... I’m still really unsure about it.”
Jeff sat down on the edge of the couch, his expression growing more serious. “What do you mean?”
I struggled to find the right words. “I like watching you with Max. That turns me on. But when he starts treating me like I’m just there to serve you both, to lube you, to clean you, I’m not sure how I feel about that.
“It’s just roleplay, Alex,” Jeff said, reaching for my hand. “Max gets off on the power dynamic. It doesn’t mean anything. We can talk to him about it; set clearer boundaries about what role you want to play.”
I wasn’t so sure. Max didn’t strike me as the type of man who compromised easily. The way he’d commanded our space, directed our actions, it felt like he was already establishing his own rules in our home.
To be continued….
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