Coming to bed babe?
I woke in the middle of the night. I'm so disoriented when I get up like this. The room is spinning slightly as I sit up against the headboard. I reach out instinctively for Jer, but my hand touches the cold sheets. His side of the bed is empty.
I quickly gain focus scanning the dark. He’s not in the room.
Probably the bathroom, I tell myself.
But then I hear ...a rhythmic thud—the guest room headboard lightly hitting the wall.
My stomach drops.
Our bedroom shares a wall with the guest room. Thin sheetrock—Jer always joked how we’d have to keep it down when anyone ever stayed over.
It seems he didn't extend me the same courtesy while he takes his cousin's huge cock.
...Then I start to hear unmistakable sound of skin against skin.
Every sound bleeds through like it’s happening in the same room. The thud of the headboard echoes faintly against our shared wall, vibrating just enough for me to feel it through the headboard of our bed. The moans are clearer now, sharper, closer.
It’s intimate. Infuriating. Impossible to ignore. I just want too what's happening.
Instead of getting up, I sink back into the pillows. My heart still racing. My cheeks red and flushed from embarrassment. My cock Is rock hard and aches beneath the sheets—curiosity… heat… need.
I reach down and stroke it. It’s not much. Never has been. But right now, it’s so sensitive. Responsive. Every sound from the guest room feeds it, fuels it.
I stroke slowly, carefully, not chasing anything—just listening.
From the other room, everything grows louder—grunts, gasps, the shuffle of bodies against sheets. I can hear their voices now, low and breathless, but the words are muffled, lost in the rhythm.
Then it hits—fast, hard, relentless.
A surge of sound, wild and unrestrained.
The headboard slams one final time, shaking the wall between us like it’s about to give way.
And then—
Nothing.
Just the soft rise of breath.
A giggle—light, carefree.
Then a deep, satisfied sigh. His. I’d know it anywhere.
The silence that follows is so loud.
I lie there, still and stunned, the echo of it all ringing in my ears. My body’s caught in limbo—heat still lingering, but my chest feels hollow, like something just caved in.
Then I start to hear snoring, deep and low. Zeek, I chuckle listening to the big oaf. It’s been about thirty minutes. I had to stop touching myself—the guilt twisting too tight for not telling Jer I know. I just lay there, staring into the dark, heart thudding against the silence, jerking my little cock.
Then I hear it.
The soft click of the guest room door opening.
I quickly turn over, pulling the blanket higher, pretending to be asleep. My breathing evens out, my body still and quiet, though inside, everything is screaming.
The door to our room opens a moment later. Jer steps in softly, careful with each movement. He slinks across the floor like someone who knows he shouldn’t be sneaking. But he climbs into bed anyway—into our bed.
I have a great idea. I turn over, slow and sleepy, and wrap my arms around him like I always do.
“You okay, baby?” I whisper against his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he says, a little too fast. Almost jumping out of his skin. “Just needed some water.” He coughs once—light, forced.
“Okay,” I murmur, pulling him closer, pressing my chest against his back.
I’m still hard. Still aching. Not just from earlier—but from the way he feels in my arms now. Warm. Familiar. Still mine.
I kiss the back of his neck.
He moans softly.
So I do it again. A little slower this time. My lips lingering just a second longer.
He exhales, body relaxing against mine.
He has no idea what I know
His body responding to my touch. I kiss his down his back till I get to the cleft of his ass and pause, sniffing deep.
"Damn baby, you didn't shower after the gym," I say, trying to keep my voice casual. "You smell so musky."
He chuckles awkwardly, stiffing slightly. "Yea, I guess I should shower. Let me go quick."
I hold him down playfully. "No way, I love your scent. Unless you really want to pass up my rim job?"
He looks at me over his shoulder, panic in his eyes but a smirk plays at his lips. "You know what? Yea run me baby."
I grin, spreading his cheeks wide and diving in. The scent hits me immediately - musky, masculine, and something else. Something familiar yet unfamiliar. My heart clenches as I realize- it's the strong musk of Zeek's bush hitting his ass cheeks, his ripe balls slapping into his thighs, his stinky cock fucking in and out of his hole, mixed with Jer's own.
I breath in deeper and moan.
I lap at his hole desperately, my tongue delving deep as I search for the source the strongest scent. And as my tongue probes past his ring and licks his walls there it is - the taste of cum, salty and thick, lurking in the depths of Jer's ass. Zeek's cum.
"Fuckkkkk whatever you did at the gym, keep it up. You taste amazing."
I move him from all fours onto his back. Lifting his legs so I can get a better angle.
As I eat him out, I imagine Zeek's cock buried deep in Jer's ass, his balls slapping against Jer's skin as he fucks him hard and fast. The mental image sends a thrill through me, a twisted mix of jealousy and arousal.
Jer moans above me, his body tensing and relaxing with each swipe of my tongue. I can feel his cock growing hard against the sheets, his arousal matching my own.
Emboldened by his sounds, I double my efforts, tongue-fucking him with wild abandon. My hands grip his thighs, holding him steady as I devour him, savoring the taste of their combined tastes. I'm sure it feels so good on his used hole.
I can feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me - a little anger at Jer's not telling me, arousal that he's a cousin fucker, and a deep visceral want
to watch them do it and Jer know I still love him and want him to cuck me with his cousins big cock.
As I continue to eat him out, I move a hand between his legs, stroking his hard cock in time with the thrusts of my tongue. He bucks up pushing his ass against my face, moaning and cursing, lost in a haze of pleasure.
I let go and push his cheeks apart, I can barley see in the darkness of the room. But my brain fills in the gaps on his expose well-used hole.
The sight of it, red and swollen, with what I know is Zeek's load leaking out, sends a jolt of arousal straight to my cock. "Fuck, baby," I murmur, running a finger around the rim of his hole. "You really did a number on your hole with that dildo, did you use it recently? Such a naughty boy, letting men fill you up like that." Jer blushes, averting his gaze shyly. But I can see the glint of arousal in his eyes, the way his cock twitches at my words. His dildo is a thing we have always used as a cuck game to play so it's not out of the ordinary. I lean in closer, inhaling deeply, taking in the musky scent of our mixed release. It's a heady aroma, one that makes my mouth water and my cock throb with need.
"Mmm, you smell so good," I whisper, my breath hot against his sensitive flesh. "You smell like musk and another man baby fuckkkk." I keep my usual cuck dirty talk. With that, I bury my face between his cheeks, my tongue delving into his hole with a greedy hunger. Jer gasps, his fingers tangling in my hair as I lick and suck at his pucker. "Oh fuck," he moans, his hips bucking against my face. "That feels so good. Don't stop."
My tongue swirls around his rim, teasing and probing, before delving back inside, fucking him with long, slow strokes. Jer's moans grow louder, more desperate, as I eat him out. The sound of his pleasure mixes with the obscene slurping noises I'm making, creating a symphony of debauchery that fills the room. As I lick and suck, I can feel Jer's cock throbbing against my hand, a telltale sign that he's getting close. I redouble my efforts, fucking him harder with my tongue, my nose pressing against his taint as I bury my face deeper in his ass.
I pull back suddenly and Jer whimpers with a hoarse cry, his hole clenching and unclenching as I leave him empty.
I pull my body between his legs, my face glistening with his ass juices. I look him in the eye and lean in with a satisfied smirk, his eyes hazy and nervous. "Mmm, you taste so fucking good," I murmur, licking my lips. "Taste yourself on me you little slut." Jer shivers, a soft moan escaping his lips. I have said this so many times but this is the first time it's true. And in that moment, I know that no matter what happens, no matter who he's been with before or who he might be with in the future, a part of him will always be mine. I kiss him hard and force my tongue in his mouth.
I line myself up with his perfect round ass. I rub my hard cock between his spread cheeks. As I slide my small cock into Jer's slick, well-used hole, he lets out a soft gasp, his body yielding easily to accommodate me, obviously cause he was just fucked by a monster. The easy entry gives me another idea to tease him. "Damn baby, you're so loose," I murmur, starting to thrust gently. "You fucked yourself really good baby?" Jer blushes, averting his gaze. "Mm, maybe," he admits shyly. I grin, leaning down to nip at his earlobe. "Naughty boy. I might have to punish you for that later." He shivers beneath me, his hole clenching around my shaft. I start to pick up the pace, my hips snapping forward as I bury myself deeper inside him. "Oh fuck, Jer," I groan, savoring the heat of his hole. "Your hole feels so good wrapped around my cock. I won't last long." Jer moans softly, his body tensing and relaxing with each thrust. But his sounds are more subdued, more of a whimper from when he can't feel my cock as much because he's so stretched out form his cousin. He's used. Fuck that's so hot. He isn't as loud with be because Zeek was fucking him. I lean in close, my lips brushing his ear. "What's wrong, baby? Why are you being so quiet?" Jer bites his lip, glancing towards the door. "I-I don't want to wake Zeek," he whispers. I freeze for a moment, my heart clenching at the mention of Jer's cousin's name. But I quickly recover, a twisted idea forming in my mind. "'Mmmmm yea wouldn't want that. You know him and his boundary issues he'd probably jump on top of us?" I murmur, my voice low and husky. "Wh..what?" Jer's eyes widen, a mix of shock and arousal flashing across his face.
I lean down, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans as I start to pound into him harder, faster. The wet sounds of my cock and Zeek' cum, mingling with Jer's increasingly desperate gasps and whimpers. I pound into him i may not be as big but I can make him squirm if I want to. He goes wild he starts bucking and moaning like a bitch in heat. As I thrust into Jer's , slick hole, I lean down and whisper into his ear, "Shhh, baby. You've got to be quiet. We don't want Zeek to hear us, right?" I put my finger over his mouth.
"Come on, baby," I growl against his lips. I fuck him harder. "Tell me how much you love getting fucked by that big cock. How you can't wait for him to fill you up again." Jer stares at me completely lost in the thought I know he's feeling Zeek inside him again. "I want him so bad baby, it hurts, I need his cock in me." "Yesss I wish I could have watched baby.... I wish I could have seen him fuck you." His eyes roll back, his body arching off the bed as he comes with a strangled cry. "I want to help you next time.. use that big dildo on you..." The feeling of him clenching and unclenching around my shaft pushes me over the edge, and with a hoarse moan, I empty myself inside him, painting his insides with my own release.
As we come down from our highs, I pull out of him slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as our combined cum leak out of his well-used hole.
I press a tender kiss to Jer's shoulder, whispering, "I love you baby," I know now from the look in his eyes a part of Jer will always belong to Zeek, no matter how hard I try to claim him. And that thought alone makes me hard again.
As I lie there next to Jer, basking in the afterglow of our intense sex, I hear a soft snore escape his lips. A smile tugs at my own as I watch him, his face relaxed and peaceful in slumber. Just then, my phone buzzes on the bedside table, the harsh light from the screen momentarily blinding me. I reach over and grab it, squinting at the message that's just come through. It's from Zeek. The text and a GIF of Winnie the Pooh wearing a napkin as a bib, doing a happy dance with a fork and knife in his hands. Underneath, the message says: "How does my load taste, cuck? 😈"
