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Most days, letting your imagination run away with you isn't a bad thing, but if you're encouraging your boyfriend to fuck other people, you might as well see that shit.
Six weeks after Adan was seduced by his classmate Jose at a sleepover, I found myself hungry for visual reassurance that my boyfriend was satisfied. The idea that the love of my young life was enjoying himself in my absence was good fantasy fodder, but I felt a growing desire to watch him with another man.
"I just worry you might get jealous," Adan admitted, as we talked on the phone one night. I fingered my head through my briefs, the conversation making my dick swell as I imagined him taking Jose's raw load again for the hundredth time. "Like, what if I'm really into it?"
"Adan, I'd hope you would be really into it. Otherwise, what's the point?"
"But what if I'm like, different with it?" he mused. "Like, I get louder or something?"
The idea Adan might one day find someone he liked having sex with more than me hadn't really crossed my mind. I wasn't a very jealous person to begin with, or we wouldn't have arrived at this point. Adan and I always had a very healthy sexual appetite, getting each other off every chance we got. Even after multiple encounters with Jose in recent weeks, Adan and I would end up in bed shortly after so he could tell me about it. He'd wrap his legs around me, my heavy cock thrusting into his slick entrance, feeling Jose's jizz foaming around my shaft. We'd go several rounds until we collapsed in a sweaty heap, my balls empty.
He couldn't possibly want more, right?
Judging by his text messages, though, he might. Years before Adan and I got together, he had a friend known as "Red," called that for his tight ginger curls. Against a sea of brown guys on their primarily Hispanic campus, Red was the only guy at Chavez High School with that shocking mop of hair, his lighter complexion and freckles standing out as he walked in a hallway lined with brunettes. Unlike my studious, creative Adan, Red was a football jock who was promoted from grade to grade by the skin of his teeth, his letter jacket a symbol of his privilege. In Texas, football is a religion, and adherents to the pigskin benefitted in ways theater nerds or journalism students like Adan and me could ever fully grasp. Yet, the two bonded over anime, "The Matrix," and a string of horror movies they both loved. Adan even helped Red work on his college application essays.
Now, Red's name was popping up more frequently as text messages arrived on his phone, Adan smiling to himself as he rapidly fired off responses at all hours of the day and night.
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Checking your boyfriend's phone is a gross violation of trust, but after several weeks of seeing Adan's schedule suddenly filled with things to do, I began to wonder if I was being shut out. The summer had only just started, yet it might as well have been September or maybe Christmas. Adan chalked it all up to being busy with more work hours, summer minimester assignments, house sitting at his grandma's at one point across town, and babysitting his younger sisters. Jose's name hadn't been mentioned in nearly two weeks, and if I'm being honest, our own sex life was crawling compared to our average. When Adan left to shower after a quickie, I felt conflicted as I saw his phone sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. I peered outside the door and heard the stream of water flowing in the shower before flipping through his phone. As the adage goes, if you go looking for trouble, you'll find it - and trouble is what I found.
As I scrolled through Adan and Red's conversation, a compelling mix of anger and frustration washed over me.
"I need that dick in me," Adan texted Red. "I still can't believe how big it is."
A smile emoji. A wink emoji. A devil emoji.
I flicked down to see my boyfriend's beautiful brown cheeks. Another photo showed him pulling his ass apart, his deep pink rosebud winking back.
"You've got me so horny right now," Adan wrote.
Another flick. The unmistakable sight of Red's massive pito came into view, his pale hand wrapped around the base of his curved shaft, the foreskin pulled back to reveal his deep red head, the flash of ginger pubes growing above the package. If I had to guess, his dick was probably around eight inches, with a big set of tanks full of milk. He had sent the nude around 3 a.m., their conversation beginning well after Adan had texted me "sweet dreams."
`Why didn't he just tell me?' I thought.
It wasn't like I'd have said no, or even been mad about it, but our openness as a couple was based on the idea that we wouldn't have secrets like this. The sound of the bathroom door opening startled me. I panicked, flicking out of Adan's text messages and placing the phone back on the nightstand. I rolled across the bed and grabbed a book, "The Ethical Slut," by Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy. I flipped open a page and pretended to read, seething behind the cover of the book.
"Hey babe, I've got to get home to watch my sisters," Adan said.
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For hours, I paced my bedroom in a panic.
Why am I acting like this?' I thought. You're being a little bitch.'
The truth was I was jealous, but I felt betrayed. I was being cucked and that wasn't the arrangement. But, I was also in a war with myself because, deep down, I was also really turned on by the entire situation. Adan had been acting out with this fool, maybe for weeks. If only I'd had more time to read their conversation, I might be able to understand why this was happening.
`No, B, that's not it,' I reasoned.
As the hours passed that Saturday, I thought about ways I might confront the situation, but regardless of the angle, I was still the loser who went through his phone.
I texted Adan around 6 p.m., hoping we might be able to talk.
When 7 p.m. rolled around, I began to imagine the worst.
Two hours had passed when I grabbed the keys to my Jeep and began the drive to Adan's house; the summer sun had already descended just below the horizon, a kaleidoscope of pinks and purple blanketing the skies across southeast Houston. As I turned down Adan's tree-lined street, my headlights revealed a blue Chevy truck parked just behind Adan's little black Mazda. I drove past the house to see none of the lights were on, save for the familiar glow of Adan's bedroom on the back corner of the house.
I beat my fist against the steering wheel and hooked a left down the next street. I circled the drive and re-entered on South Shady Creek, parking my Jeep about five houses down from Adan's place. I got out and walked, glancing around at my surroundings. The air was still on this sweltering June night, and the only sound you could hear was that of a thousand cicadas humming in the sycamore trees.
The yellow house next door to Adan's was dark. I glanced around once more, before rushing into the shadows between the two homes, pushing myself closer to Adan's bedroom window. That's when I heard the familiar cadence of my boyfriend's voice, and then a deeper voice I'd never heard - but fully expected.
I quietly stepped around a small bush, and inched up to the window to peek between the blinds. On Adan's TV, I saw a video game paused and two controllers on the floor. I leaned forward and spotted a pale, muscular leg stretched out, his white athletic sock pointing outward. I crouched lower, unable to make out much more until I was nearly flush with the window sill. A thin sliver in the blinds parted just enough that I could make out my boyfriend in between the stranger's legs.
Adan tugged Red's jeans down, revealing a flash of burnt orange pubic hair, his wet cock standing up, that gentle curve just beckoning for a kiss. Adan was more than happy to oblige, wrapping his lips around the swollen shaft, swallowing it down to the base. Red let out a deep grunt before running his broad hands through Adan's jet black hair. He tugged his mane a little, and Adan responded with a gagged moan, then a smile. He slurped on Red's dick, his fist unable to close around the member as he jerked it from the base up to his beautiful mouth. Adan rolled the head around his tongue like a cherry before enveloping it all inside his mouth again. Red leaned himself back in Adan's gaming chair, and continued to guide my boyfriend's head up and down on his rod. I struggled to free the petrified wood pressing against my zipper. Once I had, I found a massive pre-cum stain in my drawers, my head oozing with joy. I forced my piece between my fist before glancing back through the crevice.
Adan had his hand wrapped around Red, pulling the foreskin up and down over his head while tonguing his furry balls. Red sprung up from the chair and towered over my boyfriend's smaller frame. After pulling his University of Houston shirt over his head, he grabbed his shaft with one hand and Adan's chin with the other. Slapping his dong on Adan's cheek, Red grunted again. "You're gonna swallow this nut," he said matter of factly, before adding, "and then I'll make you another one." Adan stuck out his tongue, allowing his friend to slap it against its slippery surface. Adan wrapped his lips around the shaft again, his eyes watering with every deep pass, his hands pushing up Red's muscled body. I watched as his orange-brown happy trail snaked between Adan's tanned fingers. Red grabbed Adan's head and bucked wildly, the thickness of his organ probing past the tonsils, expanding the width of Adan's neck. Adan choked for air, but Red pushed deeper. I watched my boyfriend squirm, gaping his mouth wider. Red pulled out to give Adan a quick reprieve, before forcing himself back down his throat. The jock threw his head back and I watched his bulky scrotum jump upward. "I'm gonna cum," he said. "Here it comes." His bullish balls contracted, and Adan's eyes grew wide, copious mouthfuls of protein being shot directly into my boyfriend's belly.
Red collapsed on the gaming chair, and let out a grunt as he squeezed his cock. Adan, still on his knees, gasped for air, swallowing hard several times as he downed the remaining ounces of load. Sweat dripped down Adan's chest, which rose and fell with each deep breath. "Turn around," he commanded, before pushing Adan on the bed. For the first time, I could see my boyfriend's body, his firm ass cheeks glistening with oil. He tugged at his jock, before pushing himself into position on all fours. Red forcefully pushed his face between Adan's cheeks, sending him into ecstasy. A mere two feet separated me from Adan and the bed. All I could do was watch, stroking my dick as I waited for what was next. Red pushed his tongue inside Adan even deeper, each stroke of facial stubble sending shivers up my boyfriend's spine. I heard Red slurp on his juicy little cunt before leaping up, his copper soldier standing at attention. Red grabbed his uncut cock and slapped it against Adan's rosebud, teasing him with each probe. He smacked the bulbous cheeks before him, his dick dripping with precum. I watched as he guided himself raw inside Adan, his eyes wincing from the girth. "A little slower," Adan begged, squeezing his fists around his blue comforter. Red gave him a reassuring rub on his back, but then returned to guiding himself deeper down Adan's canal. Adan let out a moan, before pushing his head into his pillow. The bull steadied his leg onto the bed and began rocking inside Adan, his furry nuts slapping against my boyfriend's juicy cheeks. Red dug his fingertips into his asscheeks like cantelopes, pushing himself all the way to the base. Adan, with his head buried in his pillow, let out a guttural moan. "I thought you said you could handle it," Red snorted, pulling himself out before slamming in deep. He grabbed Adan's waist and began digging into his guts. I stroked to the rhythm of each backshot, each tug sending a surge of electricity down my dick and into my balls. I could feel my sac collapsing with each of Red's thrusts. Adan pushed himself on all fours again, getting used to the thickness. He pushed back on Red, working his shaft. "You like that dick?" he said, with a smirk. Adan quaked, his leg shaking involuntarily. "Yeah, boy, you like that dick." Red smacked Adan's greased ass cheek again, before grinding in deeper. Before long, I recognized the quiver of Red's lips, the beads of sweat falling across his body. "You ready for this cum?" he said, gritting his teeth. Adan bit his lip before pushing back faster. "Cum in me," Adan said. "Fuck, cum in my now!" Red uttered loudly out before pulling Adan by the jockstrap, his throbbing penis buried deeper than I'd ever been able to reach. My dick began to spurt as I imagined the flood of Red's baby batter filling every inch of my boyfriend's intestines.
I laughed quietly to myself, somewhat ashamed, somewhat anxious. I flung the remaining jizz from my fingers, before steadying myself upright. I walked quietly back to my Jeep, the cicadas vibrating their tune down the moonlit street. I had got what I wanted; I finally got to see what it would be like for my boyfriend to fuck someone else in front of me. But, had it come at a cost?
I climbed into the driver's seat, fired up the engine and pulled the vehicle into drive. As the wheels propelled me down the street, I saw a porch light turn on in the distance.
"Fuck," I muttered, giving it a little more gas.
The door swung open on the one-story house on South Shady Creek in slow motion. My eyes met Red's. Adan's met mine. Then, the Jeep disappeared around the corner.