Is it cheating if it excites your boyfriend?
In this collection of gay cuckold erotica you’ll meet men who are complicit in their own ‘betrayal’ and those to whom it is a wake-up call. Whatever your taste you’ll find a story here, from a man at a college reunion who watches as his boyfriend cuckolds him with the bully from his former frat house; a young toy boy whose sexual favors are part of a takeover bid for his lover’s company, a callous actor who will hawk his virginal rear end to his boyfriend’s employer for a chance at the big time, a young man who resorts to tarot in order to experience a threesome, a world famous television chef who enjoys watching his lover put out for fans, and a boyfriend who loves to secretly watch the humiliation of his lover at the hands of his friends and enemies alike.
Your Boyfriend is Hot: Gay Cuckold Erotica includes: From Here to Fraternity, Stripping His Assets, Indecent Exposure, Middle Man for Madame Blavatsky, A Cook’s Tour, and Topping the Pizza Delivery Boy (originally titled Christmas on the Rocks) - all previously published as individual eBooks by loveyoudivine Alterotica.
This whole affair had been a mistake. A disaster waiting to happen. But how can you turn down your hot-as-a-pizza oven blond boyfriend with a body straight out of Men’s Health when he comes in waving an invitation to your college fraternity’s golden anniversary? I’d relegated it to the bin where it should have stayed but where Cory found it. That’s why he was waving it in my face excitedly. I wished now that I’d burned the bloody thing.
“This would be so cool, Otis,” he was jumping up and down with excitement. “I’ve never met any of your buddies from college.”
There was a good reason for that. Even though I was a bona fide boxing champion, I was one of the un-cool guys albeit I belonged to the top cock frat house. I scraped in on my ability to win medals at boxing, something the brothers had never been good at. They were better than good in a brawl but the ‘real’ jocks, as they liked to think of themselves, played team sports: football, hockey, basketball, gay bashing. Most of the campus thought they were homophobic assholes, though few had the guts to say it out loud. Except Bobby, and they beat him up for it. Well, to be precise, Brick and his two best mates roughed him up. Just enough that he needed stitches but not enough for the college authorities to become involved. They didn’t want to rock the boat. Brick was a top athlete and he brought prestige to the campus. Still did. What with his Used Car lot sponsoring one of the top sporting prizes.
“It’s not like it’s a school reunion,” Cory sulked when I told him there was no way I was going.
“It’s even worse than a high school reunion.”
It would be all the people I most detested about college life. Sure, I’d been a member of the frat house but most of the time I’d avoided the jocks socially. It’d been a different matter when it came to sporting events. I was expected to attend their games and they, of course, turned out for mine, particularly when it looked as if the frat would finally get its elusive boxing trophy, thus completing a full set of the sports in which it participated.
When Cory doesn’t get his own way it’s painful, he sulks for days on end. He even went as far as dragging out my old yearbook which had embarrassingly youthful photos of us all sprouting platitudes about the future which most of us would now disown. The photos were taken less than a decade ago but it seemed a lifetime away. Except...
“Who’s that?” Cory pointed at Brick. Shane Butler. Football. Frat brother. Nick Name: Brick. Reason: Thick as a…although he thought it was because he was built like a brick shithouse. No one was game enough to contradict him, so the name stuck.
“He’s the reason for not revisiting the past,” I replied.
Cory looked at me for clarification.
I sighed. “We have history.”
Cory was gob smacked. “He’s gay?”
“Anything but. Homophobe of the highest order. Fag basher. He and his two buddies permanently scarred a good friend of mine at college. Put him in hospital. Bobby was never the same.”
“Shit,” Cory muttered in commiseration, although I noticed his cock was still tenting in his trousers. “What did you do?”
“Challenged Brick to a round or two in the ring. Beat the living pulp out of him. He never forgave me. I suspect he never forgot. Threatened he’d get even one day.”
“Not so far. So you can see why I don’t want to chance stirring up old wounds.”