Author’s Note: This is a cuckolding story from the view point of the cuck who discovers his husband’s infidelity and comes to terms with the fact that he likes it. If you don’t like the subject matter, I suggest passing on this story.
Chapter 1: A Paid Discovery
My name is Miles De Leon. I’m a 19 year old, 5’8″, 135lbs, Aquarius, Filipino from California. I’m married to Alek Evanoff, a 22 year-old, 6″ and 165 lb wall of muscle I met in my hometown when I was 16. We didn’t get romantically involved until I was 18, marrying shortly thereafter after I decided to move out for college.
Moving out of Willow Hills was one of the hardest things I, we, ever had to do, but something we did out of necessity due to my acceptance at Berkeley. Alek, to my surprise, was more than willing to go with me despite his desire to stay with our family and friends in our small little town.
“All I need is you, Miles.” He whispered to me the night he told me he would follow me, not for himself, but for the sake of our relationship.
Although his words were clear, his tone said otherwise. I knew he needed the life we had built together in Willow Hills, even if he didn’t say it out loud. After everything he had gone through, losing most of his family in a house fire when he was a child, only to survive and built a life around found family and friends, I understood why he would want to stay. But despite my insistence that he stayed behind and that we could continue our relationship long distance, he insisted on coming along. We had a long fight about the whole situation. I didn’t want him to compromise his happiness and I was stubbornly refusing to change my plans about leaving, despite his own many suggestions of alternatives. To my surprise, our fight ended with him declaring his love for me and proposing angrily. Caught up in the moment, I said yes, equally as angry, and we made love, hard, that night. Multiple times actually.
We had a small wedding during one, full-moon lit night. For my conservative-ish father, it was merely a “promise” ceremony with wedding ring-like rings. It had taken him a long time to acclimate to the fact that his oldest son was gay. He struggled with it for a while, especially since he had been raising my younger brother and I on his own when my mother passed. But to my surprise, in time, he grew to be fine (relatively) with it, something I never figured an immigrant, conservative, Catholic Filipino man would ever do. Still, he disapproved of me marrying too young but was aware of the seriousness of Alek’s belief that I was “the one”, and my own equally earnest sentiments. I think partially he was more willing to allow me to make my own mistakes than stop me from having them. I appreciated that.
But for us, for Alek especially, and the eyes of the law, it actually was a wedding. It was a ritual that forged a bond between mates for life. To him, it meant that I was his and he was mine. Of course due to his absurdly base aesthetic, he bought two, thick, black metal rings as our wedding rings. Everyone we knew were there to celebrate with us that night. It was a small, but intimate affair and was something that I would remember for the rest of my life. He really seemed to insisting on wanting to marry me and be my husband. I saw the passion and pride in his eyes when he said “I do”.
The ceremony helped ease some of the tension of Alek and I leaving the town, no matter if it was only for a few years while I went to college. We had every intention of coming back. Eventually. To be honest, I was relieved. I was excited about moving to a new city and to live a whole new life outside of the little world I had built for myself, even if for a little while. I loved my dad, my little brother and my friends, but I wanted some room to breathe and to find myself outside of Willow Hills. In truth I was grateful of Alek’s stubbornness, far too glad that he came with me.
But our limited timeline and our limited bank accounts didn’t really allow us to have a honeymoon. Instead we opted to go straight to Oakland and start our new lives. The happiness from our marriage was brief. Rent was expensive, and my scholarship wasn’t enough to cover my tuition and basic necessities. Alek struggled to find a job due to his lack of education, and he was very hard on himself the first few weeks until he found odd jobs here and there. These were labour intensive jobs that required very little in terms of education. But his lack of experience at such jobs got him the worst shifts. In Willow Hills, he had worked at the last video store in town that was owned by his late dad’s close friend. That wasn’t really an option in the city anymore. But the fact that he was tall and obviously muscular made it easy for him to convince people to hire him. Further compounding our frustrations due to the shitty schedules he got from these jobs, my course load became even more time intensive as the months progressed, and caused me to spend less time at home. By the time I came home, he’d just be leaving for work. Even then, I’d be too exhausted pendik escort to do much.
Initially we had the weekends. But as months went by and our bills started to pile up, Derek started taking weekend shifts where ever he could as well, further reducing the time we spent together. Even when we were home together, my face would usually be buried in a pile of books as I insisted on taking the maximum course load possible for a first year.
On the other hand, we did make do of the time we did have together and continued to fuck like bunnies as much as we could. About a year later, we had settled into a pattern that worked out for both of us. Most of my days and evenings were spent on campus, while we tried to get together at night as much as we could. But depending on Alek’s job of the week, we sometimes didn’t even have that and would only see each other the very next morning before I once again had to leave for classes.
If he had a job that started in the late afternoons and my own scheduled permitted it, I even took the time to drive home to hang out with him, no matter how brief it would be. It was a humbly busy and domestic routine that we had settled into. But for a horny college student like myself? The occasional fuck was never enough to satisfy my excessive libido. This was how I stumbled onto the OnlyFans page that changed my life.
I overheard a rumour one day while studying in the library (actually, I fell asleep in a cubicle and was woken up by two gossipy co-eds chatting in the cubicle in front of me). There was a rumour that one of our TAs actually had a porn page set up on OnlyFans.
His name was Brody. Just like his name, he was an obnoxious, rich frat boy Business Major that TA’d for my Economics class. Not only was he named the part of a frat boy, but he also looked and acted the part. He was blonde, impossibly muscled, and cocky as hell. But to his credit, he had the brain to match. He was a jackass to most of his students, including to me, unless he knew you personally or thought you were attractive. There were even times that I wondered whether I should have gotten a higher grade for a paper or a test than I should have had. But considering Econ was just an elective and I was passing, I didn’t press the matter.
It was another busy, and lonely night on campus that I decided to look into these rumours. Alek was out on another odd job and couldn’t talk, and I was studying at an underused corner in the main campus building’s lower floor. I was the only person that I could see, and the paper I was supposed to be writing was pissing me off. So, after peeking around to make sure that I really was alone, I searched online for Brody’s OnlyFans account. Obnoxiously, his username was “DatBroD”. Creating an account and finding him was an easy enough task. Unfortunately I found that I couldn’t view any of his videos. All of them seemed to be locked behind a pay wall. He event set the price at an absurd $19.99 a month. But my curiosity, and libido, got the best of me and I paid for it thinking all the while that I would only do it for a month before cancelling my subscription. Maybe two if it was really good.
Scrolling through his page was like scrolling through a narcissist’s wet dream. It was filled with pictures of him posing in various levels of undress, many of which were completely naked. His poses harkened to the ones I saw in my dad’s fitness magazines when I was little, flexing different parts of his well muscled body. I couldn’t help but get hard and envious of his marine-like muscled figure. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest, perfectly symmetrical and groomed to compliment his well defined pecs and luscious pink nipples. His abs and obliques were extremely defined, something I only ever saw in super hero movies. He had thick, muscular thighs atop well defined legs. He had large well-defined shoulders atop thick, muscular arms. His chiselled jaw further defined the perennial cocky grin on his face.
There were many videos of him jacking off at different parts of his apartment, showcasing his thick, long, cock, that was shaved smooth. Even his large, low hanging balls were shaved smooth. I couldn’t help be frustrated by the fact that I found this cocky bastard arousing. My cock strained my pants and I couldn’t help but readjust myself as I continued to peruse his page, skipping large swaths of it in the process. I immediately stopped scrolling when I came across a video thumbnail of Brody sitting on a chair with a man’s head settled on his lap. Looking around quickly to make sure I was alone, I put on my headphones, synching it with my laptop, and played the video. The video’s description was an eye catching one liner: ‘Married jock, SourWolf88, sucks me off’.
The first thing I heard was obnoxious techno music playing in the background while Brody leaned back in his chair while playing with his nipple with one hand, and caressing the man’s short hair with the other. The video must’ve been filmed from Brody’s webcam, and the angle only showed the other maltepe escort man from his shoulders and up. I watched as the black haired man bobbed on Brody’s thick member, the jock moaning in pleasure.
“Yeah, you like that big cock, slut?” Brody said cockily, looking down at the guy with a smirk.
I saw the guy nod, before turning his attention back on the cock in front of him.
“What’s that? I didn’t hear you.” Brody laughed before pulling the guy’s head back with a fistful of hair.
The guy grunted at the pull and I had a better glimpse of his large biceps when he continued jacking Brody’s hidden cock before answering the blonde jock with a raspy, wet voice, “yeah. I like your big cock.”
“Better than your husband’s dicklett?” Brody insisted.
The man nodded again before going down to, what I assume, deep throat Brody’s member, noisily slobbering his way down and gagging briefly. Brody jerked his hips up with a smirk, causing the man to cough and choke before being released with a contented sigh from Brody.
The man looked up again and coughed before answering in a broken, raspy voice. “Yeah. I don’t really suck his dick.”
“But you love sucking mine?” Brody smiled toothily before shoving the cock back in the other man’s mouth, not even giving him the opportunity to answer.
I had to readjust myself in my pants, my own hard cock straining in my jeans. I was stroking it firmly through the fabric as I watched and listened to the obscene slurps and moans on the screen. I was so lost in the scene that even the bad background music was muted behind the erotically charged groaning and slurping emanating from the two men.
Then Brody stood up, held the other jock’s head in between his hands and began to fuck his face. As much as it turned me on, I did wish they had filmed in a different angle. I wanted to watch the black haired jock suck on Brody’s cock, instead of just watching it from the back. With another cursory look around, I unbuttoned my pants and fished my cock out of my jeans and started jacking off frantically in my little hidden corner to the video in front of me.
Eventually the obscene noises on the screen reached a crescendo just as I began to feel the pulse of cum bubbling up from my balls. That was when Brody pulled away and moved sideways to show his body in profile to the camera, jacking his long cock fast and hard. I started coming early, aiming my dick at the wall beside me just as the other jock moved in profile as well, his head tilted up and mouth open under Brody’s cock. I had one of the most intense orgasms in recent months at the same time thick streams of cum shot out of Brody’s dick into the other jock’s open mouth. A few seconds later, the profile face of the other jock registered in my mind. My body was still shuddering, my cock still pulsing and spluttering cum onto the campus walls as the image of my husband’s face, sticking out his tongue to catch Brody’s thick seed, registered in my mind. He even leaned forward to take more of Brody’s cock in his mouth as the jock’s body continued to be wracked with his orgasm. Brody jerked forward to bury his long cock to the hilt, burying Alek’s nose into his pubes, or where they should have been. I watched Alek’s throat pulsing from the side as he swallowed Brody’s seed and nursed on his cock. Alek held onto the jock’s thick, muscular thighs as Brody kept moaning through his orgasm out loud.
“Yeah, swallow it you fucking slut. Swallow my fucking load!” Brody growled.
He lifted his hand to grab Brody’s waist, as if to hold the man in place, showcasing our tell-tale black wedding rings for the viewers to see. I watched as Alek slowly pulled back, letting the long, thick cock slip out from his lips before giving the head a cursory lick and kiss. I sat in my little nook in shock at what I had just seen, my limp cock out and cold against my damp jeans, my cum splattered on the wall beside me, as my husband looked up lustfully at the man above him on the screen before me. I continued to watch the screen, frozen, even after it had faded into black.
After the shock had faded, I quickly shoved my limp dick back into my pants before diving into the laptop in front of me. Full of denial, I played back the video and paused it at the moment of Brody’s release and studied the face frozen on the screen. It look like Alek, but was it really? It couldn’t be. The man I had seen was completely unlike the man I knew and married.
Alek was always a masculine man, or at least the stereotype of one. He was relatively stoic with a few exceptions, but was never submissive like I had seen in the videos. In fact, he had never bottomed. At least not with me. And from what he had told me of his past sexual history, he had never bottomed even before we met. He was always the one who did the dirty talking, fucking into me passionately and sweetly. He was dedicated and monogamous, never one to look outside of our relationship. At least, not before. He was astonishingly similar to my dad in that he kartal escort was actually quite conservative, despite his sexual orientation. He had a traditional view of masculinity and how his life should be. It just so happened that we was gay. He never even watched porn. How could the man in my past, in my life, be that submissive, slutty man that I saw?
I wanted to know for sure if it was Alek. I needed to know if it really was my husband. I began scrolling through Brody’s feed once again, looking for other videos or photos of his time with SourWolf88 through the throng of posing photos and solo jack off sessions. The next video I saw was another close up video of just the back of SourWolf’s head, and I huffed out in frustration when the black haired man never turned once before the short video ended. I cussed out loud before scrolling through his feed once again before stopping on another video. This one was captioned: “Mounting a married man.”
The two of them were in profile once again, but this time on the bed. SourWolf88 was on all fours, his face buried in the bed covers while his well muscled bubble butt was perked up, with Brodie behind him. I played the video and turned the volume up to see if I could hear anything. The two of them were further away from the webcam, and as a result, I could barely hear their grunting and moaning over the obnoxious house music playing in the background.
I studied SourWolf’s profile as well as I could, considering the quality of the video. The visible side of his body was well muscled and defined, but it was difficult to tell if it was Alek, particularly since SourWolf’s head was buried in the covers. Brody was behind him pumping away like a pro in long, fluid motions. Even from the distance of the camera, it was easy to see his long, thick cock pumping in and out of the bottom’s hole. Brody fucked SourWolf so hard that you could even hear the slapping of their skin over the loud music. Occasionally Brody would turn to the camera and laugh, sticking his tongue out obnoxiously as he maintained the rhythm of his hard fucking.
Then Brody forced SourWolf to flip over, but unfortunately the other man flipped his body far too quickly and with his back away from the camera. I was hoping to get a glimpse of Alek’s telltale back tattoo. Instead I settled for pausing the video just as SourWolf’s face came into view. But despite Brody’s absurd channel pricing, his camera sucked and the video only caught a faint blur of a face as SourWolf flipped over. Brody began to pound into him even harder and faster, with deep, long strokes. He had bent SourWolf’s legs over his large shoulders as he fucked him hard and fast.
Due to the distance and the quality, it was difficult to make anything out. I couldn’t even see if there was actually any penetration anymore due to the speed of their fucking. I tried hard to listen to the words that left Brody’s mouth as he loomed over SourWolf’s prone body, ramming his member into the bottom furiously. I saw SourWolf whisper something back, just making out the movement of a mouth on a barely visible face. Brody held the bottom jock down with a hand on his through as with one, deep, spluttering thrust, he threw his head back and came. Brody’s body was seemingly wracked with pleasure as he emptied his large balls into the man below him. Shortly thereafter, he collapsed on top of SourWolf’s body and the two shared a deeply intimate kiss while still connected at the hips.
I don’t know how much time I spent scrolling through Brody’s page, but I only found a handful of other videos with SourWolf. Unfortunately all of them didn’t have a clear front view of SourWolf’s face, or his back. There were two videos of them in the shower, but only showing both of them in profile from the neck down. These videos at least confirmed from the close angle, and a better camera, that Brody was indeed fucking SourWolf and fucking him bareback. Both of them remained relatively wordless on these videos, their joint groans and moans echoing in the chamber of the shower stall. The other shower video had Brody fucking SourWolf in the suspended congress position, with the jock holding the other in place as he fucked him against the wall. Briefly I saw SourWolf’s black wedding ring once again that looked an awful lot like mine. In other videos, the two of them seemed to be outside in the woods. Brody fucked the fully clothed SourWolf between his legs while he studied his surroundings stalwartly.
It wasn’t my fault that my body had a brief refractory period and found all of these videos erotic. I got hard once again as I watched these videos, and felt a trickle of precum leak from my cock tip as I heard the faint moans between the louder sounds of slapping flesh or gagging gurgles.
I looked at the wedding band in my hand, touching it between my fingers, and wondered how common these rings were. To my frustration, there weren’t any more videos of the two of them together beyond the ones I saw. Their exploits seemed to only have started at least a few months back. Just as I was about to give up in frustration, willing to admit that perhaps all my doubts were merely a matter of coincidence that I could never assuage, I realized that I knew SourWolf88’s username. As a last resort, I looked for the name in OnlyFans.