Bull and Cuck

By Hadrian Temple

Brady Jensen is used to having a lot of one-night stands, and he's happy with it that way. But then his best friend approaches him with an unusual offer. David offers him an opportunity to sleep with David's boyfriend Tyler. And suddenly Brady realizes that he enjoys being Tyler's bull and cuckolding David. But how long can he keep sleeping with Tyler before it destroys his friendship with David?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hadrian Temple
• Release date: Apr 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463664087

Hadrian Temple

Unlike many of the authors who write about gay bdsm on Smashwords, Hadrian Temple is a gay leatherman who has been exploring kink for more than a decade. He writes about sex and relationships the way gay men actually have them (with a healthy dose of fantasy, of course). He writes from the perspective of a dominant because that's the role that appeals to him the most, and because so few other authors write from that perspective

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Bull and Cuck

By Hadrian Temple

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Disclaimer: This book is a work of fiction containing adult sexual content and is intended for readers over the age of consent. Be aware that this book contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity, homosexuality, domination, submission, sado-masochism, verbal abuse and humiliation. By purchasing this book, you certify that you are an adult and aware of its contents.

You ever have one of the moments where someone says something so out of left field that you freeze up for a moment? I mean, what do you say when your nerdy best friend asks you to fuck his boyfriend? Emily Post doesn’t give any etiquette tips for that.

Let me back up. I should give you some context.

I’ll be honest. I’ve never been the LTR type. As I get a little older, I think I’m just a bit too selfish to be good relationship material. I’ve always been very happy fucking ‘em and leaving ‘em. When I’m in the mood for sex, I usually just hit up one of my fuckbuddies. If none of them are available, I hop on the apps and I rarely have trouble finding someone who’s willing to ride my cock whichever way I want to give a ride at the time. Ok, to be fair, I usually don’t have trouble finding it. As I approach 40, I’ve had to work a bit harder to score ass, but I don’t mind the challenge. With my body and build and commitment to fitness, the hard work mostly happens in the gym.

But when it comes to something serious, I’ve just never wanted to put in the work and make the compromises necessary to keep a girlfriend or boyfriend happy. I’ve had a half-dozen short-term girlfriends (and two short-term boyfriends) but after a month or two, they inevitably want something I have no interest in, and I’m just not good at giving in and saying that I’ll go to the flower show with them or whatever. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not a dick. I always bow out nicely. Well, ok, I was kinda dickish back in high school and college, but I grew up and learned to be a better guy.

And I may be selfish, but when I fuck someone, I make sure they end up happy. When I was in college, I used to just stick it in and hump away til I came, but eventually David told me I was being an asshole and I wised up. Nowadays, I get off on making sure my playmate gets off. Knowing that I’m hitting a woman’s g-spot with my finger while I’m eating her out or hitting a guy’s prostate with my dick makes me feel really damn powerful. If they leave my bed hoping I’ll invite them back in some day, I win.

So what I’m saying is that hooking up comes easy to me. It’s been that way ever since high school, when I was one of the star football players. I got a football scholarship to a major university and did pretty well in college too. In my junior year, though, my coach pulled me aside and told me to get serious about getting a degree because I wasn’t good enough to play professionally. That was sort of a wake-up call for me, I guess. If it hadn’t been for David, I’m not sure what I would have done.

David’s my best friend. We met during high school chemistry class and I would totally have failed it if it weren’t for his help as my lab partner. In college, he helped me get back on my feet after that meeting with my coach and he helped me get serious about the business degree I was doing. I owe him a lot.

Some people have said we’re an unlikely pair of best friends. He was a skinny, brainy gay kid in high school and I was the stud football player, but to me it’s always made sense. He helped me academically and in turn I kept the jocks off his back. The only time anyone in high school seriously fucked with David, I seriously fucked with Carl O’Brien and everyone got the message. After David came out in college (well, officially, at least. Everyone in high school knew even when he was denying it), I was his wingman at the gay bar. Guys would hit on me, but I’d deflect them toward David. And David was my wingman at the straight bars, to the extent that I ever needed one. And when I finally starting feeling like I might be bi, it was David who helped me sort it all out.

And he’s not just my best friend. He’s also my boss. While I graduated and spent years drifting through jobs trying to find my place in the business world, David was getting a doctorate in biochemistry. He had three patents by the time he was out of grad school and he set up his own little tech company to fund his research. David is whip-smart, but he’s lousy at most of the other skills it takes to run a business. In particular, he’s terrible at the socializing. He doesn’t know how to schmooze a prospective investor and he lets people maneuver him into shitty deals. So when he called me up to ask me to handle that side of the business, I said yes. I can charm people til the cows come home. So I handle the business side of the business, and David runs the research side of things and it works pretty well. We’ve made some solid advances in immunology (not that I totally understand what that involves) and overall, we’ve done pretty well for ourselves.

One day, David walks into my office. You have a second? he asks as he closes my door. He seems nervous about something. He’s a slightly-built guy, especially compared to me. I’ve got half a foot and probably 50 pounds of muscle on him. He’s a good looking guy, in a sort of petite way. He keeps his brown hair fairly short, but styling it seems beyond him, despite several attempts on my part to help him figure out how to do it.

Yeah, sure. Grab a chair. What’s up? My mind is racing. Is the company in trouble?

David senses my concern. It’s ok. It’s nothing big. It’s personal. He pauses for a long time. He squirms a little in the chair. Then he says, So Tyler and I were talking…We were wondering…

I have no idea where this is going. David gets flustered easily. He’s so smart that sometimes his mind races ahead of his words and he stutters out bits of ideas. But this feels different. Take your time, buddy. I’ve got nothing major until a 2 o’clock call with an investor.

He nods and breathes out a sigh. He straightens himself in the chair. Tyler and I were wondering if you’d like to fuck him.

I’m so startled I stare at him for a moment. This is why David always had trouble getting guys. He has no sense how to approach a come-on. He doesn’t know how to flirt or build up the tension to a proposition. I can see in his face that he thinks I’m upset. He starts to apologize.

No, no, it’s ok, I say. I just wasn’t expecting that. You guys want a threeway?

Not…not exactly. I just want to watch as you and Ty do it.

Where is this coming from?

"Ty and I were talking last night about fantasies, stuff we’ve always wanted to try. And he mentioned that he thought you were hot,