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  Cheating Bastard

  by

  Devon McCormack

  HEA: No. Stand-alone: Yes. Erotic content: Yes. Word Count: 15,000.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of author imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cheating Bastard

  © 2015 Devon McCormack.

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  © 2015 Devon McCormack

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  1

  BLAKE

  This kid is fucking amazing.

  His tight hole. His endurance.

  He shouts, screaming out his excitement as I hit his prostate.

  He doesn’t hold back. He never does.

  I tug at his blond hair, yanking his head back. The mattress rocks about. On our knees, I take him from behind. He presses his hand against the headboard, which beats against the wall with each thrust I offer.

  This kid’s nasty. Doesn’t ever ask to use condoms and doesn’t really care where I’ve been. It’s careless. But that’s what I need.

  His scream collapses into a whimper—a beautiful hum as it hits my ear.

  I fuck him harder. The slap of my pelvis against his tight ass fills the room.

  Just knowing Todd will be home in less than fifteen minutes excites me.

  Fucking idiot. Fucking prude. As my contempt for the boyfriend builds, I pull back harder on Kyle’s hair until our bodies are flush. I release his hair, gripping on his face and forcing his head to turn so I can kiss him. Not a sweet, tender kiss—the ones that Todd is so fucking greedy for these days. Just sloppy, wet, uncaring kisses.

  This is what it’s supposed to feel like. This is what it feels like to be alive.

  My phone vibrates on the nightstand beside us. Like fucking clockwork. I see Todd’s name flash on the screen. So eager to warn me that he’s coming home. It’s like he knows what I’m doing and just wants me to come and get this kid the fuck out of here.

  He’s so easy. So naïve. So trusting.

  But I love him.

  As the phone continues ringing, my arousal intensifies, and Kyle’s body stiffens like he’s trying to reject the growing intrusion. I screw him even harder, and like a good bottom, he screams out even louder than before, his fuss making me feel like I’m tearing him apart inside. But I guess I am. After all, I wasn’t exactly liberal with the lube.

  I jerk and shake as a warm sensation crawls across my body. I curse loudly, violently, and the kid must know that I’m about to spew up in him. The thought of filling him sends me over the edge. The energy rising in my pelvis causes me to jerk forward.

  He whines. He’s jerking himself off, and he quickly releases his own come, catching it in his hand like a good boy.

  When we’ve cleaned up, I lead him to the door to make sure he’s out of here on time. I don’t ever take him farther than that, because I can’t risk someone seeing us out together. Not that anyone would say anything. No one ever has.

  We stop at the door, his blue eyes glistening in the daylight that comes through the wall-length windows on the other side of the condo.

  He beams. So innocent. So young.

  I hold his hand, because I know he likes that. That’s just how I was at that age, so I can’t blame him.

  I kiss him softly, and as I pull away, I see a sad look in his eyes.

  “Is this okay?” he asks.

  “What?”

  “How much we’re doing this?”

  “Of course it is.”

  “Your boyfriend doesn’t mind?”

  “He doesn’t give a shit. He’s off doing the same fucking thing.”

  Like hell he is, and if I found out he was, I’d rip out his throat.

  “You know,” he adds. “I wouldn’t mind…like…sharing.”

  Of course you wouldn’t, you nasty fuck.

  “Like a three-way?” I ask.

  “If it meant I got to spend more time with you, I’d be fine with that. And I mean, I assume if you guys are open…”

  “Eh, we don’t do three-ways.”

  Not that the idea isn’t enticing. In fact, as I think about having two greedy bottoms needing all my attention, my dick stiffens in my pants. But I dismiss the idea and offer him another kiss.

  “Don’t I make enough time for you?” I ask.

  “It’d be nice if you made more.”

  I run my hand through his dirty-blond hair.

  “You’re cute.”

  He smirks, though I see disappointment in his eyes.

  “Get the fuck out of here,” I say, setting my hand on his back and escorting him out. Todd will be here soon, and I don’t need them running into each other in the hall.

  He heads on his way, as usual.

  I feel good. Real good.

  I head into the bedroom and pick my phone up off the nightstand. I reply to Todd’s message: About fucking time. I miss you baby. :)

  After I hit send, I open my Grindr app and check out what’s nearby.

  TODD

  Tonight’s the night.

  I slide the nozzle in my hole and squeeze the enema, filling myself.

  I’m going to be ready. I’m going to be sexy, and he’s going to plow me the way he needs to.

  When I finish my preparations, I check myself in the mirror. Some of the muscles aren’t as firm as they were the night we met at the glow in the dark paint party. I don’t even remember telling him my name before we were in his car, hooking up. I’d been working out all summer before that party, though, so I had a six pack that even turned me on and a chest that I sometimes wondered if I could milk. It’s not as great as it was back then, but it’s still a nice body. I don’t have any big pockets of excess fat, and I have a beefy chest and some serious guns that I’ve worked hard to maintain.

  I’d fuck me. But I don’t think I have particularly high standards to begin with, so I guess that doesn’t say much.

  I head into the bedroom.

  Blake has the lamp on, and his kindle in his lap as he rests his back against the headboard.

  I’m excited about surprising him. It’s been seven weeks since we’ve messed around. Not on my account. If it were up to me, we would have fucked like rabbits the whole time. But he hasn’t been the same since six months ago when one of his nuts had to be removed. Testicular cancer. Fortunately for him, non-aggressive, but even with the fake nut, I can tell it’s affected how he feels about himself.

  I haven’t pressed the issue, because he doesn’t need to be paranoid when I’m the one who feels horny all the fucking time.

  In just my briefs, I slide under the sheets.

  He’s too absorbed in his book to notice that I’m intentionally wearing as little as possible in hopes of stirring his interest.

  I hope he wants this as much as I do.

  I scoot across the bed and lay down on his pillow, relaxing my head beside his shoulder and setting my hand on his chest.

  He doesn’t stir.

  I know what this is. Rejection.

  He shifts about. Like he’s uncomfortable. He eyes me uneasily.

  “I don’t thi
nk I can tonight, Todd.”

  I feel as if my heart has dropped into my stomach.

  “You said today.”

  “What?”

  “Last week, you said you thought we could try for today.”

  “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m just really wanting to relax. I had a pretty hard day today.”

  I pull away.

  I don’t want him to feel like I’m making him do this.

  “Is there something I’m doing wrong?” I ask. “Because, I mean, it’s been a long time, and I googled how long it should be for you to start…you know.”

  Blake sets his kindle on the nightstand and turns to me, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

  “Come here,” he says.

  I crawl back to him and he opens his arms. Curling into his hold, I rest my head on his chest, speckled with short strands of graying black hair.

  “Todd, I want to do that. I’m not ready yet. I just don’t get as excited as I used to.”

  My eyes water. When we first got together, it was sex all the time. We’d fuck anywhere. A car. The woods outside the condo. A public restroom.

  To go from that to next to nothing is hard.

  “Is it me?” I ask.

  I’ve asked that question so many times before, but at this point, I’m pretty sure it’s true. It has to be. I wish he would just admit that we’ve been together so long that I don’t excite him anymore. Which makes me sad, because he still makes me hard as a rock.

  “Todd, you are crazy. You are insane, you know that?”

  I’ve heard those words before.

  “I don’t feel crazy.”

  “You just are. There’s no one else in the world I’d rather be with. You’ve been with me through all that cancer shit. You were there for me when my parents were running down here to be at the hospital, even though their Southern Baptist asses kept giving you the evil eye for helping me live in sin.”

  I smirk as I recall his mother staying in our little condo throughout the chemo weeks, sleeping on the couch while we were in the next room. I’m sure she imagined us fornicating like rabbits, but considering he could hardly move except to vomit or take his meds, it wouldn’t have been a very realistic fantasy.

  “God, we’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” I ask.

  I lean up and turn to him so that I can look into his eyes.

  “I love you,” I say.

  “I love you, too.”

  “You know, if you need to do anything to get back to normal, I would understand. Just talk to me. I want you to be happy.”

  “You’re the only one I need.”

  Those are sweet words, but they don’t solve our problem.

  “I’m serious,” I say. “You know, maybe a threesome would be good for us.”

  This isn’t the first time I’ve suggested it. I’m desperate.

  He rolls his eyes. “Todd, we’re not going back over this again.”

  He reaches for his kindle. I grab his arm.

  “I’m serious. Just listen to me. I don’t think it would be totally unhealthy if you wanted to bring someone in. Someone just to play with for a bit. People do it all the time. Maybe…I can’t give you what you need right now.”

  “I don’t know how I feel about you hooking up with someone else,” he says.

  “I can just watch you.”

  I mean that. I love Blake with every part of my being. We’ve been together for three years. At this point, I feel like he could have three of four guys in the bed with him, and I’d be cool. Not totally cool, of course. I’d have the usual jealousy, but I could push through it. I want him to be happy. And nothing would make me feel better than knowing that he was back to his old self.

  He smirks. I know that smirk. He’s about to placate me. I want to protest. I want to insist that he listen. But that never gets me anywhere.

  “I love you, Todd. I’m not interested in having some meaningless hookup. That’s what my twenties were for. If I wanted that, I’d have stayed single.”

  “Okay,” I surrender. “But if you change your mind…if you do happen to see something you like…or whatever. Just talk to me. Promise me you’ll say something. I don’t want to end up being the guy who’s making you miserable. I don’t want you regretting us being together because I can’t give you what you need. You know that’s what happened with Jeremy.”

  My ex who I was with for five years. Unfortunately, only two of those had any sex at all. And a lot of that is playing into my feelings with Blake, because I worry he isn’t admitting that the magic is dead. It would make sense if it was.

  “Considering all that you’ve been through, maybe somewhere in your mind, you associate me with the cancer. Maybe, whether you’re willing to admit it or not, that’s the reason why you can’t get turned on by me.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Again, he’s looking at me like I’m insane. I know he thinks looking at me like that helps, but it doesn’t. It makes me feel like a stupid kid. “Todd, you are hot as hell.”

  He moves toward me and wraps his arm around me, caressing my back, assessing my body. The attention is nice, but it’s sad knowing that this isn’t going to turn into more.

  “You’re everything I need,” he assures me. “We just have to get through this rough patch together, okay?”

  I avoid his gaze.

  He means well, but I can’t help think that, like with Jeremy, he’s just trying to make me feel like I’m not sexually desirable anymore.

  “I’m just telling you, if you did want to bring someone in, I would be fine with that. I’m willing to try whatever we need to try.”

  “I know what this is really about. You have needs that you need fulfilled. That I’m not giving you, and you’re trying to turn this back on me.”

  “No!”

  “No, no. I’m not mad about it, Todd. I understand. You’re projecting your own frustration onto me, and maybe that’s something you need.”

  “I throw myself at you all the time.”

  “But I can’t give it to you, and for me, I don’t feel like I need that right now. But you obviously do. Do you need us to hook up with another guy? Because I’m willing to do that if you think that’s what you need.”

  The way he says it, it sounds like a test. Jeremy used to test me like that. He asked me after the second year of celibacy if I was interested in a threesome. I told him that I was. He said he was fine, but when the moment of truth finally arrived, and I actually nabbed a guy at the bar we were at, he wigged out. Threw a fucking fit. Nearly broke up with me. We should have broken up that night, but I was a fucking idiot. So we kept it going for far too long.

  “Blake, I don’t need that. I need you.”

  He appears disappointed. Like I’ve said something wrong. Like I’ve hurt him.

  “I feel like shit,” he says. “I should have fucking told you to do this a long time ago. If you need to have sex with someone. If you need to go out and get that fulfilled, you can. Just don’t be shady about it, and I’ll be cool with it. Is that fair?”

  “That’s not what I want.”

  He sighs.

  “I just don’t think I can do a threesome with you. I don’t think I could be in the same room without getting fucking jealous, you know?”

  That’s a fair point, but here were are again. Right where we started. And I don’t know when the fuck we’re going to get through this dry spell.

  “Come here,” he says, leaning toward me and offering a chaste kiss—nothing like the passionate kisses when we first started hooking up. Once again, I feel like the magic is gone. Like he doesn’t feel anything for me anymore.

  I feel like shit for having disappointed him.

  BLAKE

  I shove him up against the wall, my cock hard within him. He’s trying to scream, but I cover his mouth with my hand.

  We’ve hooked up in this bathroom stall a few times.

  Luke writhes about, clearly in discomfort since all I used for lube is my fucking spit, but he
likes it that way. I imagine it hurts like hell. Fucking masochist.

  I hear the door to the bathroom open, and I still. Luke settles as much as he can, but I can tell there’s nothing he can do about the shaking.

  This is part of what’s nice about hooking up at the gym. The exhilaration of possibly getting caught.

  He turns back to me, his eyes beaming with excitement.

  I lean forward and lick across his cheek.

  I own you, bitch.

  We hear the guy pissing in the urinal and wait for him to leave before I continue pushing into Luke.

  He’s even tighter than Kyle.

  I think about my discussion with Todd the week before.

  I know Kyle would do it, and there’s something exciting about the idea of Todd watching us fuck, not having a clue what we’ve been up to. Totally oblivious. Of course, when isn’t that moron oblivious? He’s an idiot if he seriously thinks any gay man genuinely hits a dry spell. That’s what I get for dating a guy in his twenties.

  I think about ramming into Kyle, Todd watching us, jerking off to me making that boy scream out.

  I stroke my hand across Luke’s abs, gripping his hip tighter as I take him, getting off more from this fantasy than from our hookup.

  I could make the threesome happen. And then maybe I wouldn’t have to worry about Todd stepping out. Because I do care about Todd. I want to be with him. He’s a good, faithful guy. And he was there for me through that fucked up shit. He helped me with real estate. Showed a few houses for me. Ran errands while I was hooked up to a fucking IV for five hours a day. It’s hard to find a guy like Todd, and I do adore him. But he’s too young to get that a guy has needs. That it’s not practical to expect me to just be with him. It’s a fantasy. One I believed, too, but I’ve been with enough assholes to know that that’s not how the world works. In fact, I’m sure as fuck that Todd has already done something and just hasn’t told me about it. Because that’s how guys are. His innocent act doesn’t fool me. I’ve been with guys like him who run the same victim game, and while I love him, I know a liar when I see one. Those dough eyes and pouty faces don’t fool me. I still love him to death. Just don’t expect me to buy that, in all the time I was going through that cancer shit, he didn’t stray a time or two.