Cuckold or Twink? Part 2

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Frank’s next visit was unexpected.  Mid-week. Ruth had come home from work pissed-off with herself for dropping her phone earlier in the day. The screen had cracked, and she’d taken it to the repair guy, the one with the kiosk in the market hall, but it was too late for him to fix it and so she’d had to leave it overnight. He promised to have it ready for when she finished work the next day. Talk about a junky needing a fix. She couldn’t settle without it, and so she consoled herself with vodka and early evening soaps. When Ruth was in a bad mood, I was best out of her way. I went upstairs to the office and lost myself in World of Warcraft.Ten-thirty. Ruth long asleep in bed. I was feeling happy. I’d defeated the Lich King after an hour-long dungeon grind and levelled up.I’d just undressed for bed when the doorbell chimed. I slipped on my robe and went down to see who it was while wondering who the fuck it might be at such a late hour on a weeknight. Never for one moment did I think it would be Frank. I usually knew when he was going to visit because Ruth would shower and change into something a bit edgy, do her face, apply scent.And so when I opened the door, I was more than a little perturbed to see him stood there. He looked pissed-off too — even more so than Ruth had earlier.”Where is she?””If you mean Ruth, she’s gone to bed,””Is something wrong?””She’s tired.””I want to see her.””She’ll be asleep.””Can we talk?””Didn’t I just say? I’m not going to wake her.””I mean you and me. We should talk.”The thought of having a conversation with Frank, of all people, sort of fried my circuits. I just stared at him.”For god’s sake, twink, just let me into the fucking house will you?”He hardly gave me time to step aside, just came up the step and barged past me. He went directly through to the lounge. I shut the door and followed him.”Got any beer?” he asked.I fetched us both a Stella.He took a swig and then fixed me with this crazy, intense stare and said, “You guys aren’t suffering some sort of weird Swinger’s remorse are you?””Relax, mate, she dropped her phone, that’s all. She’ll have it back tomorrow.”It was like the weight of the world had dropped from his shoulders.”Mind if I run up and see her?””I do mind, actually.””Really?” He held my gaze. “Why?””It’s been a bad day for her.””I’ll make do with you, then. Come here.””What for?””You’ll see. Just come here.”Hesitantly I moved forward.”Closer,” he said. I took another step, was only inches from him. “That’s a good girl,” he said, his eyes never wavering. Finally, he gave me a sardonic grin. “You give good head, twink. Did you know that? You give head like some girlie wannabe. Really gave it your heart and soul, didn’t you?”I didn’t know what to say.He continued, “Be honest. You loved it.””I—””— You did, didn’t you? Just look at your face. You fucking couldn’t isvecbahis get enough of me. You’re nothing but a pretty little queer after all — like I knew all along. And do you know what else I think, twink?””Go on, Frank, tell me what you think.””I think you liked my cock more than pussy.””I’d rather it had been your missus’ pussy.””What makes you think my Carol would let a slut like you anywhere near her?” He began to laugh. “But do you know something, twink . . . ?” He didn’t wait for my response, continued, “Because you give such good head, the next time we have a little get together I’m going to ask Carol along too. My treat. She likes girls, does my Caz; likes them a lot. She has something special she likes to wear for all her girlfriends.”The image of Carol kitted out with a strap-on flashed across my mind. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.He went on, “But before that happens, I’m going to give you something to think about. Call it a little refresher course. You never know, you might learn something.”He undid the ties of my robe and slipped it from my shoulders, reached and put his arms around me so that his palms rested on the small of my back. I cannot fully explain how being naked in his arms made me feel; I didn’t know if I was going to be cherished of abused. But my cock had no doubt. It became a thing on which you hang heavy coats. He pulled me into him, held me tight and said, “I don’t know what it is about you, twink.” He looked deeply into my eyes. “You really are sweet — did you know that?””No one has ever told me that.””Do you like being a girl for me?”And the truth is, the way he was talking thrilled me; being in his arms was unravelling me, and the way he was looking into my eyes as he spoke told me I had no choice in anything he might demand. It was ridiculous how passive he made me feel, all yielding and available. And all the time my cock pressed against him, and I parted my legs while wishing I had a cunt for him to fill.His tongue in my mouth was a small and lively wild creature long incarcerated and now set loose from its cage. His kiss was soured by tobacco and lager, and I felt his erection jutting into my abdomen through his chinos. I remained utterly compliant. I wanted to become the girl he had accused me of being. Now my tongue wanted to play, declared independence and began slipping and curling about the invader of my mouth. My heart began to pound and I tried to control my breathing, which was verging on hyperventilation. My excitement fed his need as our tongues vied for an advantage.Such a kiss became unsustainable. He broke off, buried his face into my neck, his breathing telling me so much. He calmed himself with great inhalations.Finally, he said, “God, twink, how do you do that to me?”Then his lips on my throat, the rasp of his stubble was so strange as he nuzzled isveçbahis giriş into me. He sensed me wince and deliberately rasped harder, almost maliciously. I had already been hard for far too long when my cockhead slipped into his palm.”I want you to pay attention now, twink. There are things you need to learn.” He licked my chest, bit each nipple in turn, and then down over my abdomen before he actually stooped and took my cock between his lips. I could not believe what was happening as He began to suck and lick me. It was if I were ice cream and he wanted to as much of me as he could before I melted.His tongue slid the length of my cock, up and down, then flickered over the exposed head, and then back down to take each of my balls entirely into his mouth. And his arms went about my hips so he could massage my buttocks as he worked on me, separating the halves. My anus tingled as everything went tight.And it was wonderful. Not just the sensation of Frank sucking my cock, but my gradually coming to realise how much he desired me. And I liked that — being desired by a man like Frank, feeling and lusted after in the way he might yearn for a beautiful woman. And it was genuinely sexual, not just some weird power game of his. And when his chin and stubble rasped again, this time over the exposed tip of my cock, it was the most sublime sensation ever, and I came instantly — far more quickly than my ego considered acceptable. But he moaned appreciatively. I think he liked that he had undone me so swiftly, and I sensed him gulping with great relish what I released, taking it all down far more enthusiastically than Ruth ever would.Before he got to his feet, he wiped his chin on the tail of my shirt. And then he kissed me again, and I tasted my cum on his lips.He had done with me and said, “Did you enjoy that, twink? Don’t know about you but I’ve got this real yen for pussy now. Think I’ll go up and let you missus finish me off.My mind was soaring high. I wanted to see him with her, sit and watch him fuck her.”Best if I wake her,” I said.”The fuck you will. I need to speak to her — alone. And besides, who says either of us someone like you gawping at us..”Has she said something?” I said. His words scared me.”You have a lot to learn about women, twink.”As he left the room, I just collapsed onto the sofa. I did not have the will to try to stop him going to her, make an issue of it. And besides, the thought of him fucking her was sweet.His footfalls bounding up the stairs. The muffled thud of our bedroom door determinedly shut — maybe in the hope of waking her. Then silence throughout the house. Occasionally a car would pass outside. Later, I was able to put things together; some from imagination, but mainly from what she told me days later.Him finding her asleep under the duvet, uncovering her and seeing her isveçbahis yeni giriş body curled foetus-tight. Her short satin nightie had ridden high, become distressed and tangled about her waist; the convexity of her smooth hips,  skin taut and silken from her sleeping coil. And he would see her fissure as a dark scar splitting her backside. It was a sight so sublime, he would not help himself.She might have woken when his large palms straightened her legs, glided over her flesh and down the back of her thighs, over her calves, her soles and toes, and then back again to her hips. But she did not wake just then. Perhaps it was when his palm passed over the length of her back beneath her nightdress, over her spine to her neck. But she said it was not just then either.And at some point, he must have undressed and laid down beside her, moulded himself to her form because she told me it was the discomfort of his cock against her coccyx that drew her from the depths of sleep and back into her waking life.At first, she was angry, as she thought it was me. Her annoyance was a barrage of words which I heard through the ceiling as muffled tones. Then her realising who it was, her voice becoming hushed, sweet and forgiving. Even as her protests faltered, Frank turned her brusquely while quickly yanking her nightie up and over her head.  Spreading her legs, was above her and inside her in an instant, and all of her resentment dissipated as his urgency filled her.Their sex noises seeped through the ceiling. The rhythmic thudding of the headboard against the partition wall, and floorboards that groaned a protest. A muffled call and response. It was like something old and mechanical left long running in a basement and about to break out from its fixings. I suffered it for ten minutes, and then I fetched my tracksuit from the back and went to the car and drove to the all-night service area, where I drank coffee until one-thirty, which was when his text came through to say he had done with her.The following night Ruth had her phone back, and all was right with the world again. He was in Edinburgh on business, had been texting her all night from his hotel room.”Frank says he’s bored,” Ruth said.”Poor Frank,” I said.”He wants us to entertain him.””How does that work, then?””He wants you to stream me masturbating,””To his phone?””He has his laptop.””When?””He’s in the restaurant just now. He’ll let us know when. “”Are you sure that’s what he wants?” I asked.”Read it yourself?”I read his text.”It’ll be fun,” she said.”He might use it.””Use it?”You know… Post it online.””Frank wouldn’t.””How do you know?””He just wouldn’t. I know him.””You only think you do.””I don’t care,” she said.But I could see the doubt I’d planted taking root.”Does he say anything else?” I said.”He wants you to make love to me after I’ve cum — See how he thinks of you, Paul?””If you say so.”She stood up and began to walk towards the door, said, “You coming up… or what?””Is he ready?””We don’t have to wait for Frank.”In our bedroom I asked her, “And when is Carol coming over?”

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