by Hank Wilder
Immediately, I freeze in my tracks, staring down at the screen before me. There’s a notification for two new messages from a contact listed as Drew, two messages that I can’t read without the password.
Of course, it could be nothing, but the second I see this, the second my mind travels back that that powerful and explicit conversation we’d had just the night before.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur, remembering the crazy things I’d said.
Suddenly, I hear the faintest sound off in the distance, something that could easily be nothing by the cry of a bird or the squeak of a rusty windmill.
I step down off of porch and begin to make my way towards the location of this faint noise, walking around the side of the house and then heading off across the backyard towards the old red barn.
The structure is massive and a great source of anxiety to me lately, a looming reminder of that fact that, someday soon, I’ll need to get in there and clean the place out. While it was probably once quite useful, the old barn has apparently become a place to keep a few rusted out tractors and a seemingly endless supply of hay.
The closer I get, the more I begin to tremble with both fear and aching arousal. What if my husband actually took my words to heart? What if he’s out here in the barn fucking the hell out of Drew?
Honestly, I can hardly bear the thought, but just like before, the longer I consider this as an option, the more it starts to turn me on.
So what if my husband is currently in the arms of another man? I told his it was okay, after all.
I also told him it would turn me on.
I arrive at the barn and suddenly stop as I hear the familiar sound of my husband’s voice floating out from within. He’s laughing playfully between whispers, a flirtatious kind of banter that I recognize immediately.
Now that I’m this close, I can also hear a second voice: deep and powerful with a distinct southern twang.
“Oh my god,” is all that I can say, the words tumbling out under my breath.
Slowly, I creep through the cracked open door of the barn, making sure to stay as silent as possible as I move from one towering stack of hay bails to the next. The deeper I get into this structure, the louder the voices become, until finally I peek out from one of my straw structures to find my husband and Drew locked in a passionate embrace.
My blood runs cold, unable to believe this scene of adultery as it unfolds before my very eyes. Despite the fact that I said this was okay, the first emotion that floods through me is blind rage.
Somehow I keep from physically reacting, and when the feelings finally pass I’m left with nothing but aching arousal. There’s something incredibly sexy about this moment, as strange as that may sound, and the longer I sit here watching, the more I begin to crave the sight of them taking things to the next level.
Fortunately, I don’t have to wait long.
The next thing I know, my husband is dropping down to his knees before Drew, reaching up and unzipping his jeans as an absolutely massive cock springs forth. Rodney’s eyes go wide, impressed by his member.
“You’re so much bigger than my husband,” he coos, words that should make me angry but just turn me on instead.
The next thing I know, my husband is opening his mouth wide and taking Drew’s enormous dick between his lips. he bobs up and down slowly across his length at first, gradually speeding up as he orally services him with lustful enthusiasm. My husband reaches up and cradles the man’s balls while he works him, giving this his all.
Eventually, Rodney pulls back and gazes up at Drew with a look of belligerent, cock-drunk desire in his eyes. “Let me show you what a city boy can do,” he offers.
Rodney opens wide and takes Drew’s dick between his lips again, only this time he doesn’t move back and forth. Instead, the gorgeous man of my dreams takes this brand new cock deeper and deeper into his throat, relaxing enough to allow Drew well past the expected limits of his gag reflex.
The country boy’s dick slides all the way down until Rodney reaches the hilt, his face pressed up hard against the man’s rock hard abs. Drew places his hands on the back of Rodney’s head, holding him like this while he savors the moment of completely control.
Unable to hold back any longer, I reach down any pull out my own swollen cock, quickly getting to work stroking myself off as I watch this incredible erotic display. I’m confused by the feelings within me, but right now the only one I can truly grab onto is the overwhelming pleasure that courses through my veins.
When my husband finally pulls back he comes up in a sputtering mess, saliva dangling between his lips and the head of Drew’s cock in a long, translucent strand.
“I need you inside me,” my husband demands, standing up and tearing away his clothing to reveal a set of tight black shorts underneath.
Rodney slips out of his underwear and tosses them to the side, then wraps his arms tightly around Drew’s muscular shoulders. Seconds later, he jumps up onto the hulking man before him, holding tight.
Drew reaches back and takes ahold of my husband’s ass, slowly lowering his down and impaling his tight butt onto the length of his enormous cock.
My husband lets out a long, satisfied groan as his new lover anally enters him, completely lost in the moment as he gives herself away to this other man. They begin to grind confidently against one another, finding the rhythm as Drew hoists Rodney up and down across his girthy member.
“Oh my fucking god,” my husband moans. “You’re fucking me so good, you’re fucking me so good!”
Drew is standing with his back to me now, my husband facing my direction while he hammers down over and over again across his dick. It’s from this position that he finally notices me, the two of us locking eyes in a moment of overwhelming lust.
Like before, more information exchanges between us than could ever be said with mere words. We’re still in love, and we’re still a happy gay couple, but we’re also having a hell of a time out here exploring.
As Rodney and Drew pick up speed with their pounds, I begin to beat myself off even faster, matching their passionate rhythm to the movements of my hand across my cock’s swollen length.
I watch as the two lovers become one, perfectly in tune with each other’s bodies as they hurtle closer and closer towards the edge of a powerful orgasm. Rodney is trembling hard now, his body quaking in a way that I’ve grown to recognize. He’s close.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” my husband starts to repeat over and over again, the blissful mantra falling out of his mouth in endless reputation as his long hair bounces beautifully around his shoulders. Every time he says the words they grow louder and louder, until he’s screaming them out with reckless abandon. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
“You like that dick better than your husbands?” Drew snarls confidently.
“Yes!” my husband screams. “Fuck me better than my husband ever could! Make me cum on this brand new cock!”
Seconds later, the prostate orgasm rips through Rodney like a tidal wave, causing him to throw his head back as an unbridled howl escapes his lips. The sound carries out and fills the barn around us, piercing the air in a way that is both heart wrenching and beautiful. Jizz erupts from the head of my husband’s shaft, splattering everywhere in a warm, milky mess. I watch as the man of my dreams quakes hard, every muscles of his body expanding and contracting in unison until, finally, the sensations pass.
Drew lowers my husband to the ground and he immediately drops to his knees on the hay-covered floor, staring up at him as he reaches up and grabs ahold of his giant dick. Rodney immediately begins to beat him of, rapidly pumping his tight grip across his shaft until his muscular lover clenches his fists and lets a long, satisfied groan escape his throat.
Suddenly, massive pumps of hot, pearly jizz are erupting from the head of Drew’s shaft, splattering out across my husband’s stunning face below him. The spunk keeps coming and coming, some of it landing between Rodney’s lips while the rest glazes his cheeks and chin,
dangling from his face in long semi translucent strands.
When Drew finally finishes he staggers back, struggling to catch his breath.
“That was incredible,” the man sighs.
“It was,” my husband agrees, rising to his feet, “but you better get out of here before my husband gets home.”
Drew smiles and nods, pulling back on his clothes and giving my husband a brief hug goodbye before taking off.
Once his lover is out of earshot, Rodney comes strolling around the massive stack of hay bails, entering my secret hideout.
“Now it’s your turn,” he says. “Do you want to cum on my face after another man claimed his space?”
Unable to find the words, I nod enthusiastically, still frantically pumping my hand across my shaft.
“You sure?” my husband continues, Drew’s spunk dripping from his mischievous expression.
“Yes,” I groan.
“Beg for it,” Rodney counters. “Beg for the privilege to cum on your husband after another man’s already done the job for you.”
“Please,” I continue. “Please let me cum on you.”
Rodney smiles. “Very good.”
My husband drops down to the floor before me, smiling up as I’m finally allowed to unleash my load. The jizz blasts hard from the head of my dick, cascading out across Rodney’s beautiful smile as it mixes in a warm cocktail with the seed that came before.
I’m completely lost in moment, overwhelmed by the most potent orgasm of my life. Never before have I felt something so powerful, so deeply moving, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about it.
When I’m finally finished, Rodney stands up and puts his arms around me. “I love you,” my husband coos.
“I love you, too,” I tell him. “Lets go back inside and get cleaned up for dinner.”
I help Rodney gather his clothes and, soon enough, the two of us are strolling back towards the house arm and arm, feeling closer than we’ve ever been.
“I think I’m gonna like it here,” my husband finally says, a warm smile working it’s way across his cum covered face. “There’s nothing like that neighborly, southern charm.”
THE SHOWMAN
3
Living in Las Vegas is strange, and not for the reasons you’d expect.
Yes, this place is overflowing with new faces daily, tourists drunkenly wandering the streets from dusk ‘til dawn. Yes, there are plenty of people who can’t handle the flashing lights of the slot machines positioned on every corner, blowing through their entire life savings in a matter of hours. Yes, there’s corruption lurking just below the surface, and yes, there is a pleasant sheen of luxury cast across almost everything else.
But this isn’t want makes living in Las Vegas strange. The weird part about living here, in fact, is despite all these things that give the city it’s charm, you don’t notice any of them when you actually live here.
The most unusual thing about residing in Las Vegas, is that it’s not very unusual at all.
My husband and I have a routine you’d find in most cities, waking up early and working out with a jog around the neighborhood, heading off to work in the day and then meeting each other again for dinner.
I work in advertising, mostly designing the billboards you see plastered across the city, enormous images calling out to the young tourists and seducing them to come to some high priced concert or pool party. Of course, once they’ve arrived they’ll blow though outrageous amounts of money on bottle service and VIP treatments that they can barely afford, and by the time they’re on the flight home we’ve already made a killing.
My husband, on the other hand, isn’t involved in the advertising; he’s part of the show itself.
Cody is a shirtless, muscle-bound showman, following in a legendary Las Vegas tradition of glitz, glamor and beauty. He’s breathtakingly gorgeous, with a perfectly sculpted body from head to toe. Massive pectorals sit high atop his chest, leading down to a seemingly endless set of abs. The rehearsals Monday through Friday afternoon keep him toned, and he’s got shows in the evenings four times a week.
Otherwise, our life is similar to that of any young married couple just trying to make their way in the world.
Tonight is Friday night, and Cody has two shows, one early in the evening and another late. Typically, this means I won’t be seeing my husband until the next day, when I wake up to him lying in bed next to me, but tonight I have something else in mind.
I know my husband always takes his break between shows at the Lucky Grill, a place close to the showroom where he eats for free and knows all the staff. They treat him well, and it’s grown to be a consistent part of his routine.
Unfortunately, the food’s not that great.
Thankfully, I’ve got a recuse mission planned, one that involves reservations for two at the nicest steakhouse in all of Las Vegas.
I pull up to the casino parking lot and climb out of my car, heading towards the back entrance as waves of shimmering yellow light dance above. The second I step inside, my senses are barraged by a flurry of rings and clatters, slot machines buzzing loudly from every direction. Despite living here for years, I still can’t completely tune out this chaos, and my heart is suddenly pounding hard within my chest.
Strangely, another thought begins to creep its way into the back of my mind. Maybe it’s not the jackpot alarms that are affecting me in this way, maybe there’s something strange afoot that I haven’t yet shed light on.
I weave my way through the maze of machines and gaming tables, twisting and turning until I suddenly stop in my tracks, shocked at what I see.
There before me is the familiar sight of Lucky Grill, and standing out front is my beautiful husband. Next to him, however, is a man that I don’t recognize.
I step back a bit, tucking into the row of slots as I peer out at my handsome husband and this other man. They guy is tall and handsome, with dark hair and a well-tailored suit. He looks like a high roller, but in this town there are plenty of people who can pull that off while having pennies in their name.
The second I see his watch, however, I change my tune. It’s absolutely enormous, and plated with gold that shimmers like the real thing.
My husband is laughing, completely entranced by this man as the two of them discuss something. It’s an interesting moment, but the longer I sit here, the more I decide that I’m probably overacting. There are plenty of good looking gay men that my husband interacts with on a daily basis, I can’t go around losing it every time he draws a little attention, especially considering how drop dead gorgeous he is.
I’ve just about calmed myself when, suddenly, Cody takes the man’s hands in his, gazing up at him with a deep sense of longing in his eyes. The two of them stand like this for what seems like forever, until finally my husband steps up and kisses him on the cheek. After that, the two of them exchange a quick hug and go their separate ways.
Cody turns and heads into Lucky Grill, strolling over and taking his usual spot in the back booth.
I follow behind, trying my best not to get heated but failing miserably. This moment was supposed to be a statement of our love and commitment, but right now all that I can do is focus on the strange interaction I just witnessed.
“Hey,” I blurt as I arrive at the booth, my husband glancing up at me in alarm and then smiling warmly.
“James!” he blurts, jumping up and wrapping his arms around me.
The second we touch all of the negative emotions go flooding out of my system, draining away completely in a matter of seconds as they’re replaced by an all-consuming love.
“I wanted to surprise you,” I inform him.
“You did,” my husband replies with a laugh.
“I got us a reservation at Sage And Pine,” I continue.
My husband pulls back, but the look on his face is not the expression of excitement I expected. Instead, he seems genuinely afraid, awkwardly stammering as he struggles to respond.
“That sounds grea
t,” Cody finally offers.
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you… sure about that?”
“Of course!” my husband blurts. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You just seem a little weird about it, I thought it was your favorite restaurant,” I continue.
Cody is thinking hard now, his brain cycling through an avalanche of excuses as he struggles for one to grasp onto. Finally he speaks. “I was just feeling like Lucky Grill tonight.”
Now I know for sure that something is up. While the food here is great, there’s absolutely no way my husband would turn down a chance to hit up Sage And Pine. Even if she’d just finished an epic pie-eating contest, she’d still make room for that place.
“What’s up?” I finally ask, a deep weight in my voice. “It sounds like you’re worried about who you’ll run into over there.”
“Nothing’s up,” Cody insists.
“Who was that guy I just saw you with?” I continue.
Finally, my husband lets out a long sigh, and his expression changes to one of defeat. Cody sinks down into the booth and I follow suit, sitting across from him as the man of my dreams collects his thoughts.
My heart is slamming even harder than before now. I have no idea what Cody is about to say, but whatever it is seems to have quite the weight on his conscious.
“So?” I finally continue.
Cody finally relents. “That’s George, he’s a gambler.”
“Looks like he does pretty well for himself based on that watch,” I reply.
My husband nods. “He does very, very well for himself. He’s a whale. Endless money.”
“Wow,” is all that I can think to reply.
“He likes me,” my husband continues. “A lot.”
It feels as though an icy dagger has been stabbed into my heart, my suspicions instantly confirmed as I reel from the news. The whole world is swirling around me.