H glanced up from his laptop as the front door opened. M walked in, setting his bag by the entryway table and loosening his collar with a quiet sigh. The afternoon light from the large windows cast soft shadows across the sleek condo.
"Hey," H said, leaning back in his chair. "How'd the meeting go?"
"Fine, mostly," M replied, crossing the room to stand near the desk. "They approved the new code changes without too much fuss. Yours?"
"Wrapped up the client call early. Thought I'd get ahead on the next sprint." H smiled, studying M's face. M shifted his weight from one foot to the other, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh as his gaze drifted toward the floor.
H reached over and placed a hand on M's arm. "It's good to have you home."
M looked up briefly, a small smile flickering across his face before his eyes dropped again. "Thanks. It's nice to be back." His fingers tapped faster against his leg now, and he shifted his stance once more, the fabric of his shirt pulling slightly at his shoulders.
"Anything on your mind?" H asked, keeping his tone even as he gave M's arm a gentle squeeze. M opened his mouth, then closed it, exhaling through his nose. The silence stretched for a moment while he glanced toward the window, the city lights starting to flicker on outside.
H leaned forward slightly in his chair. "What's making you anxious?"
M's shoulders tensed, and he ran a hand through his short hair before answering. "It's nothing big, really. Just something from the day that's been on my mind." His voice stayed quiet, but he didn't look away this time. H kept his hand steady on M's arm, giving him space to continue without pushing further.
The condo remained still around them, the hum of H's laptop the only background noise. M shifted his weight again, his fingers finally stilling against his leg as he took a breath.
H kept his hand on M's arm. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
M hesitated, biting his lip as he looked toward the floor again. "Maybe later. It was just a comment from one of the team leads that threw me off a bit." His voice wavered slightly, but he stayed close, leaning into the touch without pulling away.
The laptop hummed steadily on the desk. H waited, watching M's face for any further sign of what was weighing on him. Outside, the city sounds filtered faintly through the windows as evening settled in.
M spoke up after a moment, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation. "I went to lunch with that new guy. I was telling you about him. Evan Gregory. The hotshot new sales guy."
H nodded once, keeping his expression open as he listened. M's fingers resumed their light tapping against his thigh, and he glanced toward the window before continuing. "It started out fine, but then he said something that stuck with me."
The evening quiet settled around them in the condo, with only the faint city hum drifting in. H stayed still, his hand remaining steady on M's arm as the words hung in the air between them.
M's voice came out low and tight. "He asked if I was a fag."
H's thumb moved in a slow circle against M's arm, steady and grounding. M kept his eyes on the floor, the tapping of his fingers returning as he shifted his weight once more. The words hung between them while the laptop fan clicked softly in the background.
Outside the window the city lights grew brighter against the darkening sky. H stayed quiet for a beat, letting the moment settle before responding.
H spoke up, his tone measured but firm. "Wow, well that's not work appropriate! Did you tell HR?"
M shifted his weight again, his pale cheeks flushing slightly as he kept his gaze lowered. "No, I didn't. It just... caught me off guard, and I didn't know how to handle it right then." His fingers drummed once more against his thigh before he went still, the quiet of the condo pressing in around them.
H watched him closely, the city lights now fully visible through the windows as evening deepened. M stayed close, not pulling away from the touch on his arm, but the tension in his posture lingered.
H asked the question with a steady tone, his hand still resting lightly on M's arm. "Did you leave? Or like- what did you say back?"
M swallowed, his voice coming out soft and uneven. "Um, I said yes." The admission hung in the air as he shifted his weight again, eyes fixed on the floor while the condo stayed quiet around them.
H gave a small nod, processing the words without pulling his hand away. The city lights glowed steadily through the windows, and M remained close, his posture still carrying that edge of tension from the day.
H kept his hand on M's arm, his expression calm as he listened. "He started laughing, saying he thought so. Then he started asking questions about you. Like, how tall you are and he umm... asked like, how big your dick is. I didn't know what to do, he's so commanding, I just... answered."
M's voice trailed off, his pale skin flushing deeper as he stood there fidgeting. H gave a small nod, processing the details without interrupting. The condo stayed quiet, the laptop's hum the only steady sound while the city lights glowed outside the windows.
H studied M for a moment longer, his thumb brushing lightly against M's arm. M didn't pull away, though the tension in his shoulders remained clear.
H spoke up in a calm voice, still holding M's arm. "What did you tell him about my size?"
M hesitated, his face turning a deeper shade of red as he kept his eyes down. "I... I told him six and a half inches. He just nodded and said he figured something like that." His fingers started tapping again against his leg, and he shifted his stance slightly while the condo stayed quiet around them.
H nodded once more, processing the answer as the city lights continued to glow through the windows. M remained close, the tension in his posture not easing yet.
H kept his hand steady on M's arm and asked, "Did Evan say anything about his own size in return?"
M's blush deepened as he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, he did. He said he was ten inches." The words hung in the quiet condo while M shifted his weight, his fingers tapping lightly against his thigh again. H gave a small nod, processing the detail without breaking eye contact.
After a moment, H spoke again. "Is Evan handsome?"
M nodded slowly, his voice soft but steady enough to carry the answer. "Yeah, he is. Really tall and built like he works out every day. Dark hair, that kind of cocky smile." He kept his eyes down, the flush still visible on his pale cheeks while his fingers tapped once against his thigh.
H absorbed the description without comment, his hand still resting on M's arm. The condo stayed quiet except for the faint hum of the laptop and the distant city sounds filtering through the windows. M shifted his weight again but didn't step back, the tension in his posture holding as the evening light continued to fade.
After a pause, M glanced up briefly before looking away again, clearly waiting for whatever came next.
H spoke up, his voice carrying a note of disbelief. "I can't believe you told some guy at work about my cock. That's so weird."
M's shoulders hunched slightly, his pale face flushing a deeper red as he kept his eyes fixed on the floor. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, fingers tapping faster against his thigh before he managed a small nod. "I know. It just came out before I could stop it."
The condo stayed quiet around them, the laptop's soft hum the only sound besides their voices. M stayed close, not moving away from the hand on his arm, though the tension in his frame remained clear as the city lights continued glowing outside the windows.
H asked the question evenly, his hand still resting on M's arm. "Why did you answer Evan's questions so readily?"
M's blush lingered as he exhaled, his voice quiet but clear enough to fill the space between them. "He just had this way about him, like he expected answers and I didn't want to push back. It felt easier to go along with it than to stop." His fingers tapped once more against his thigh before settling, and he stayed close without shifting away.
The condo remained still, with the soft glow of city lights coming through the windows and the laptop's quiet hum in the background. H kept his expression neutral, giving M room to continue if he wanted while the evening settled deeper around them.
H asked if M felt drawn to Evan's confidence during the conversation.
M nodded once, his voice dropping lower. "Yeah, I guess I was. He really did make me feel like a fag." The words came out with a mix of hesitation and something else, his pale skin still flushed as he stood there with his fingers resting against his thigh.
H absorbed the admission without shifting his hand from M's arm. The condo stayed quiet around them, city lights casting a steady glow through the windows while the laptop hummed faintly in the background.
M continued after a pause, his voice still low. "Then umm... Evan asked if I liked big dicks, and he asked if I wanted to see his."
H processed the new detail without interrupting. M stayed where he was, the flush on his face not fading as he finished speaking.
The admission left a brief silence between them before H spoke again.
H's voice sharpened. "Sorry- what the fuck is this story you're telling me. Don't tell me you said yes. Who the fuck is this guy? Where does he get off?"
M swallowed hard before answering. "I mean... umm... yeah... I did say yes. I did. I did want to see it. And I told him I love big dicks."
The words settled between them in the quiet room. M stood there with his gaze down, waiting.
H asked the question sharply. "M, did you fucking sleep with this guy? Is that where this is going?"
M's face went redder as he nodded, his voice coming out small. "Yeah. I did. After lunch we went back to his place. It just... happened."
The room stayed quiet while M waited for H's reaction, his posture still tense.
H's voice came out frustrated. "Fuck man. I mean, we have played together before- but like- we have never agreed to this kinda thing. Damnit, M."
M looked down, his reply quiet but direct. "I couldn't help myself. You should see this guy. All muscle. Dark features. And- I just- I wanted to submit to him. I wanted to see that cock."
The room stayed silent after that. M waited, his posture tense as he stood in place.
H asked, "How did you get from the lunch conversation to going back to Evan's place?"
M hesitated, then spoke in a low voice. "After he asked if I wanted to see it, he said we should go to his apartment right then. I just followed him out. We didn't even finish eating."
The room stayed quiet as M finished, waiting for what came next.
H spoke up with a skeptical edge. "Okay so like- you went back to his place. But it was the middle of the day- so like, it was just some light thing, right? Some kissing or something?"
M shifted uncomfortably before answering. "No, it wasn't just that. We went straight to his bedroom. He pulled his cock out and told me to get on my knees."
The admission left the room still as M stood waiting for the next reaction.
H spoke with a mix of disbelief and reluctant interest. "Okay, that's fine. Cool. You blew him. I mean, not cool- but also- it's kinda hot, not gonna lie. But I still can't believe you did that. Blowing a guy from work after lunch?"
M answered quietly, his voice carrying hesitation. "Well, actually- first he had me strip down. He umm... inspected my body. He said he wanted to make sure I was worth... umm... you know."
H paused before replying. "Oh. Okay. Huh. I guess he liked it?"
M nodded, adding, "I was so hard..."
H asked, "And he was like, totally dressed? And you just stripped?"
M nodded, his voice low. "Yeah. He stayed fully dressed while I took everything off. He walked around me, looking me over like he was checking if I measured up."
The room stayed quiet as M finished speaking, his posture still tense while he waited.
H asked, "What did Evan say during the inspection?"
M hesitated, then answered in a low voice. "He said my body was small and pale, perfect for taking a real man's cock. He grabbed my dick and laughed at how hard I was, calling me a desperate fag who clearly needed it."
The room stayed quiet as M finished, his face flushed while he stood waiting.
H asked the question directly. "Are you fucking hard right now?"
M shifted his weight, his face flushing as he gave a small nod. "Yeah. I am. Telling you all this... it's turning me on."
The room stayed quiet as M stood there, waiting for what H would say next.
H's voice cut through the room. "What the fuck dude. This is so fucked up. You fucking cheat on me by blowing some dude- and you are hard while telling me about it?"
M stayed still, his face burning red as he gave a small nod. "I know it's fucked up. But yeah... I can't help it."
The silence stretched for a moment before M spoke again, his voice quieter. "He made me get on my knees after that and open my mouth."
H looked M over for a moment before speaking. "Pull your cock out so I can see how hard you are right now."
M hesitated, then reached down and undid his pants, pushing them low enough to free his erection. It stood out stiff and flushed. H gave a short laugh. "Look at that. You really are fucking hard from telling me how you cheated. Pathetic."
H stepped closer. "Strip. All of it. Now."
M swallowed and began removing the rest of his clothes without argument, letting each piece fall to the floor until he stood bare in the middle of the room.
H looked M over where he stood naked. "You are one sexy boy, I can't blame Evan for wanting that."
M kept his eyes down. "Thank you sir."
H crossed his arms. "Okay, so then you blew him. Swallowed his load, and left, right?"
M answered without lifting his gaze. "Uh, well. Yeah, he pulled his cock out- and oh man it was massive. I could barely suck it. He kept slapping me with his cock and his hands... and I loved it. I just wanted to please him. And he kept calling me so many dirty names. He was really getting off on it and- admittedly- so was I."
H watched him for a moment, then let out a short laugh. "So you didn't just blow him and leave. You stayed and let him use you. What else happened after that?"
M stood naked and hard in the middle of the room, his breathing uneven as he waited for the next question.
H's face tightened as he processed what M had just admitted. "Dude, no fucking way. You did not say yes. You aren't even on prep! It was the middle of the work day." His voice carried sharp frustration, the words landing heavy in the room. M remained silent, his naked body still on display, his erection unwavering despite the tension. H stepped closer, shaking his head. "A breeding mare? What the hell were you thinking, agreeing to that kind of talk from some guy you just met at lunch? That's not just blowing him and walking away. That's you offering up your ass raw without a second thought."
M shifted his feet but kept his hands at his sides, his breathing shallow. "I know it sounds bad, but in the moment it felt right. He was so sure of himself, and I just wanted to give him what he wanted." H let out a short, incredulous laugh, running a hand through his curly hair. "Right. You wanted to please the big muscle guy who called you names. And now you're standing here hard as hell telling me every detail like it's some hot story. You realize how reckless that was? Middle of the day, no protection, letting him inspect you and decide if you were worth breeding. Fuck, M."
The air between them thickened with H's growing anger mixed with something else, his eyes locked on M's flushed face and stiff cock. M didn't argue back, simply absorbing the words while his body betrayed how turned on he still was by recounting it all.
H let the words land with a sharp edge. "So- punchline is you let some guy fucking rawfuck you who you just met. You fucking cheated on me like a slut. Did you even ask for a condom?"
M stayed rooted in place, completely naked and visibly aroused, his face burning as he shook his head. "No, sir. I didn't ask. He told me to bend over the bed and I just did it. He pushed in raw and kept talking about filling me up, saying I was made for it. I came twice while he was inside me."
H watched the admission settle, his expression a mix of anger and something sharper. M's body betrayed every word, his cock twitching as he recounted the details without being prompted. The silence stretched as H processed how far it had gone, M standing exposed and waiting for the next reaction.
H stared at M, his voice rising with disbelief. "He made you CUM? TWICE?!?!?! How the fuck did he manage that?"
M kept his eyes on the floor, naked and flushed. "Um... he was huge. It was so intense. My cock started spraying and he made me stop and lick it up."
H shook his head, stepping around M slowly while taking in every detail of his exposed body. "You licked your own cum off the floor while some stranger was balls-deep in you. And you came again after that? What did he do to push you over the second time?"
M's cock twitched visibly at the question, a small bead forming at the tip. He answered in a near-whisper. "He grabbed my hips and started pounding harder, telling me I was nothing but a hole for his load. The second time hit before I could even warn him. He didn't stop until he bred me deep."
H's voice dropped with sudden realization, laced with genuine shock. "So hold on- does that mean that right now, in front of your fucking husband in our own home- you have Evan's load in you?" He took a step back, staring at M's naked body as if seeing it for the first time. "You walked in here after work with another man's cum still inside you. You stood there chatting like nothing happened while you were leaking his load. That's... Jesus, M. You really let him breed you and then came straight home without cleaning up?"
M remained silent, his face burning as he stood exposed, his erection still rigid and betraying every ounce of arousal from the confession. H ran a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping to look at him again. "I can't believe you did that. Not just the cheating, but bringing it back here like some kind of trophy. How full are you right now? How much did he pump into you?"
M swallowed hard but didn't move, the weight of H's words settling over the room. His cock twitched again at the scrutiny, a clear drop forming at the tip as he waited for whatever came next.
H stared at M in stunned silence for a long moment after the confession. "He bred me twice. After he came the first time- I cleaned his cock off. It was so good. He was laying back on the bed against the pillows and I was just nursing his big half-flaccid cock. Squeezing the cum up and out of the shaft to not waste it.. .and I started getting so horny again, I climbed back up him and slid it back in." M's voice was soft but steady as he recounted the details, his naked body remaining on full display, cock still rigid and leaking at the tip.
H ran both hands through his hair, pacing a short circle before stopping to face him again. "You really did that. You cleaned another man's cock with your mouth, then climbed right back on and took a second load like some desperate slut who couldn't get enough. And now you're standing in our home, still full of it, getting hard just from telling me every filthy detail. Fuck, M. I can't believe you let him use you like that and then brought it home to me."
M stayed perfectly still, his breathing shallow while H's words hung in the air. The admission had clearly affected him, his body responding visibly to the mix of shame and exposure. H shook his head once more, his expression a tight blend of shock and something darker. "You didn't even think twice about it. Just offered yourself up raw twice in one afternoon."
The room felt heavier as the full weight of what M had done settled between them. M waited without moving, his arousal unmistakable as he absorbed H's reaction.
H's expression shifted from shock to something sharper as M spoke up again. "Well- I let you fuck my raw the first time we met. Right?" The words hung in the air, M standing completely naked and visibly aroused, his cock still rigid and leaking at the tip after everything he'd confessed.
H let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking his head as he stepped closer. "You really want to bring that up right now? Yeah, I fucked you raw the first night we met, but that was after we talked about it, after we both decided. Not after some lunch with a stranger who called you names and inspected you like a piece of meat. You walked in here with his loads still inside you, M. Two loads from a guy you barely knew, and now you're trying to compare it to us? That's not the same fucking thing." He paced once, running a hand through his curly hair before stopping to look M over again, taking in every inch of his exposed body. "You didn't even hesitate. You let him breed you twice in the middle of the day, cleaned his cock with your mouth, then climbed back on for more. And you're hard as hell telling me about it. That's the part that gets me."
M stayed silent, his breathing shallow as H's words filled the space. The tension between them thickened, H's voice carrying a mix of disbelief and something darker that made M's cock twitch visibly. H crossed his arms, his gaze steady and unyielding. "So what, you think that makes it okay? That because we did it once you could just offer yourself up to anyone who snaps their fingers?"
H's eyes narrowed as he listened to M's admission. "No, but it's who I am. I am a faggot. I do love getting loads. I absolutely love getting your cum and cock- don't get me wrong. You are the best husband ever. But I decided today that I want to get on prep and I want to get fucked by more guys." The words hung there, raw and unapologetic, while M stood completely naked and throbbing in the middle of the room.
H stepped in close without another word, his hand sliding down between M's cheeks. He pressed a finger against the slick, cum-smeared hole and pushed inside without resistance, feeling the thick, warm mess Evan had left behind. M gasped but stayed still as H worked the finger deeper, curling it slowly while his other hand gripped M's hip to hold him in place. "You want to get on prep so you can take loads from whoever you want?" H's voice was low and edged with heat. "You walk in here leaking another man's cum, tell me you're a faggot who needs more, and now you're dripping down my finger like it's the best thing that's happened to you all day."
H added a second finger, scissoring them open so more of Evan's load oozed out around his knuckles. M's cock twitched hard at the intrusion. H leaned in closer, his breath warm against M's ear. "Look at you. Standing here in our home, freshly fucked and already planning your next breeding. You really are just a hole that needs filling, aren't you?"
M answered without hesitation. "Yes, sir. I love you sir, but I am a cumdump."
H withdrew his fingers slowly, holding them up between them. "Do you want to lick them?" M leaned in immediately and sucked both fingers clean, tongue working over the mess without breaking eye contact. Once he finished, M spoke again, voice steady despite the flush on his face. "Sir, the only thing I want right now is your cum. I know you are mad at me, but I'm hard because I want you so bad."
H studied him for a beat, then let out a low scoff. "You have a sloppy pussy from that huge cock?" He reached down and gave M's leaking hole a firm pat, feeling the thick cum still seeping out. M stayed perfectly still, cock twitching at the contact while H's expression shifted from anger into something more focused and heated. "After everything you just confessed, that's what you're asking for right now? My load on top of his?"
H reached down and freed his cock, already thick and fully hard from the confessions. M gasped sharply at the sight, his own erection jumping in response. H gave himself a slow stroke, letting M see every inch before stepping in close again. "You want this load on top of what he's already pumped into you?" H asked, voice low and edged with the same mocking heat from before. "After walking around all afternoon with his cum leaking out of that sloppy hole, now you're standing here begging for mine like it's the only thing that matters."
M stayed frozen in place, naked and trembling with excitement, his eyes fixed on H's cock. "Yes, sir. Please. I need it." H reached out and gave M's ass another firm slap, watching the way the impact made more of Evan's load seep down his thigh. "You really are just a cumdump, aren't you? One load isn't enough. You need your husband to fuck you stupid right after another man used you." M whimpered at the words, his body arching slightly toward H without being told. H kept stroking himself lazily, letting the tension build while he took in every detail of M's flushed, desperate state. "Say it again. Tell me what you are while you look at my cock."
H pushed M forward onto the couch. M landed on his stomach with a soft grunt, then immediately reached back and pulled his cheeks apart without being told twice. H stepped in close behind him, cock still in hand, and looked down at the swollen, glistening hole. Thick white cum was already leaking out in slow rivulets down M's pale skin, the evidence of Evan's second load still fresh inside him.
"Look at that," H muttered, voice low. "Still dripping from him. You really let that cock wreck you." He dragged two fingers through the mess, spreading it around M's rim before pushing them back inside. M moaned into the cushion, pushing back against the intrusion. H worked his fingers slowly, watching more cum push out around them. "This is what you wanted to show me? Your sloppy, used hole still full of another man's load?"
M stayed spread open, breathing hard. "Yes, sir. It's all his. But I want yours now."
H kept his fingers buried deep in M, twisting them slowly as he spoke. "What sort of self respecting grown man would cheat on his husband like that?" His tone was low and cutting, each word landing while he watched more of Evan's cum push out around his knuckles. M stayed spread open on the couch, his face pressed into the cushion, breathing hard but not moving away from the touch.
M's voice came out muffled and shaky. "None, sir. I'm not self-respecting. I'm just a hole that needs it." H pulled his fingers free and wiped the mess across M's ass cheek, then gave the hole a light slap that made it flutter and leak again. He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against the slick entrance without pushing in yet. "Exactly. Look at you, presenting this used cunt like it's something to be proud of. Still warm and full from the guy you let breed you twice."
H kept his cock pressed right against the messy hole, not pushing in yet. "Do you want me to fuck the rest of Evan's load out of you right now?" His voice stayed low and steady, the question hanging there while he gave M's ass another light slap that made the cum drip faster.
M pushed back instinctively, voice coming out strained. "Yes, sir. Please. Fuck it deeper. I want you to use his cum as lube and breed me again." H didn't move right away, letting the request sit while M stayed spread open on the couch, cock hard and leaking against the fabric beneath him. The room stayed quiet except for M's uneven breathing.
H gave a short laugh, rubbing the head of his cock up and down the slick entrance. "You really don't care whose load is inside you as long as someone is filling you, do you?"
H pulled his cock away completely. "Well, you don't get this load. You lied to me, and I'm supposed to be your man." He tucked himself back into his pants, leaving M spread open on the couch with nothing but the mess already inside him. M stayed frozen for a moment, ass still held apart, his cock throbbing against the cushion beneath him. The denial hit harder than anything else so far.
M's voice came out small and shaky. "Sir... please. I need it. I need you." H just shook his head, stepping back to take in the view of his husband still dripping and desperate. "You should have thought about that before you decided to become a cumdump for random guys at work."
H stepped back and adjusted himself, his voice calm but final. "I'm going to go to that video store down the street and find some pussy there to breed. Time I get some new pussy myself." He turned toward the door without another glance, leaving M naked and spread on the couch, still leaking. M stayed frozen in place, his cock twitching against the cushion as the words sank in. The sound of H grabbing his keys echoed from the hallway.