My latest book, Lockdown With My Husband's Bull, is out on July 22 and available for pre-order at Amazon and Smashwords now. Nick's been getting cucked by his husband Joe and his personal trainer Scott for a while now. But when the city goes into lockdown from the latest wave of covid, Scott's gym work dries up and Nick and Joe let him come crash with them for a while. This excerpt is from the night he first shows up. It's available at Smashwords, Google Play, Amazon, and my online store. That was the same day Joe stopped wearing clothes around the house. I wasn’t surprised to see him standing in the kitchen naked making toast when I came out for my morning coffee. But I was surprised when I emerged from my office for lunch to find him once again naked, this time making himself a sandwich. “I like this development,” I said as I admired his ass. He looked at me quizzically, so I elaborated. “Not bothering with clothes.” “Ah, yeah,” Joe acknowledged. “Scott said he wants me naked around the house from now on. Guess that works out well for you too, huh?” My dick jumped. That was so hot — not just the idea of my husband in a permanently naked state, but the fact that he was doing it unquestioningly under orders from his bull. “Yeah I think it suits me fine,” I said, sidling up behind him. Close, close enough so he’d be able to feel my breath on his neck and the electricity of my skin almost touching his. “Only trouble is, it’s gonna make me want to fuck you too.” Joe turned, his dick starting to harden. He rested his hands on my chest. My dick pulsed with the sensation of finally having my husband touch me, the anticipation of him running his hands down my torso, touching my cock. But instead he just gave me a gentle shove, pushing me away from him. “Shame you’re not gonna get a chance, then, isn’t it?” “Just a kiss?” I asked. I meant it playfully but it came out a little more pathetic than I’d intended. I took a step closer to him again. “Hands off, shithead.” The voice from behind startled me so that I quickly pulled my hands away and took a step back. I turned around, feeling embarrassed, like I’d been caught doing something I wasn’t allowed to. I guess I had. “Cuck’s trying to get a feel of my man, then?” he accused, arms folded as he stood there across the room from me. I felt like I should probably tell him to fuck off, but I knew I couldn’t bring myself to. “Don’t worry,” Joe reassured him, “It’s not like I would’ve let him.” If you're interested in reading more, the full story's available at Smashwords, Google Play, Amazon, and my online store.

Part three of my series Cuckold B&B is out now. If you've been following the story you'll know Ryan likes to watch his boyfriend Nicolas have sex with other men, but he's afraid to admit it - to himself and to the man he loves. So far he's managed to watch Nico with a couple of guys, but there's always been a pretext that makes it seem like he didn't intend for it to turn out that way. But now, finally, he's ready to take the plunge and reveal his cuckold kink to Nico. And Ryan's ready to ask their latest houseguest to help himself to his boyfriend. “Your boyfriend’s been flirting with me the whole way through dinner.” The way he said it, matter-of-factly, like the statement wasn’t loaded with a whole lot of implications. And confidently: like he wasn’t trying to brag, or make me feel uncomfortable, but he had somehow naturally found his way to the top of the hierarchy and it was completely natural for him to acknowledge that he’d captured the attention of my partner. “I think you’re right,” I replied. Here goes. “Will you fuck him?” I asked, facing my fears and diving into the conversation. Ahmet cocked his head a tiny bit, like he was trying to make sense of the question. “Are you asking me to fuck him? Or are you asking if I’m already intending to?” Fuck, that answer turned me on. I don’t know if he’d meant it like that, but with that one single question he was challenging me to admit I wanted to be cucked, while simultaneously making it clear that he could — and probably would — fuck my boyfriend whether I wanted it or not. “I’m asking you to.” I tried to match his confidence in my voice. I don’t think it was successful. “He wants you, I can tell. And I want to watch you fuck him.” He didn’t say anything at first, just took a sip of his wine and then set the glass down on the table. “You just want to watch. Not to participate.” Not a question. A statement that he understood what I was asking of him. I nodded. “That’s right.” “Why?” He wants to make me admit it. My instinct was to avert my eyes, but instead I made a point of looking him straight in the eyes when I answered. “I’m a cuckold.” It felt freeing, empowering even, to finally look a man — a potential bull — in the eye and tell him that. A satisfied smile started to spread across Ahmet’s face. “I see. So when you said I should help myself to anything, you really meant anything.” The idea of Ahmet helping himself to Nico’s ass made my cock start to stir. I suddenly became very aware of how my throat had instantly gone dry and how my cheeks were burning up. I let out a nervous laugh. Ahmet took another sip of his wine while he made me wait for what came next. “Sure, I’ll fuck Nicolas,” he said eventually. The way he said it, it was like he was doing me a favour. I guess he was. “And you’ll let me watch?” “Yes, I’ll let you watch.” My dick started to get harder, and I was glad that it was hidden under the table and out of view. I had no idea what to say, all I could muster was, “Cool.” Right at that moment the bedroom door opened and Nico reappeared. Perfect timing, because I had no idea where to go with Ahmet after the conversation we’d just had, so I was glad for the interruption. “Sorry about that,” Nico said as he walked in. He paused, leaning with one arm on the kitchen island, studying each of us for a moment. He seemed to clock the awkward silence in the room; he was probably trying to look for any clue as to what kind of interaction he’d just interrupted. He changed the topic though. “So Ahmet, you’re not up to anything else this evening?” “No plans yet,” he replied, glancing at me as he said it. “But I could think of a couple of things I wouldn’t mind doing.” “Oh yeah?” said Nico, picking up on the tone in Ahmet’s voice. “Tell us more.” Wordlessly Ahmet stood up from the table, pushed in his chair, and took two deliberate strides over to where Nico was standing. He leaned an arm on the counter, uncomfortably close to Nico, mirroring his posture. I could see the cocky flirtatious vibe from Nico suddenly evaporate, replaced by surprise at Ahmet’s advance. Ahmet leaned in a little; he must have been close enough that Nico could feel his breath on his neck. “I think you know already,” he said. I could see Nico swallow nervously, and his breath quicken. I could also see his eyes light up in excitement. “Your boyfriend knows,” Ahmet continued, giving me another quick glance. He rested his free hand on Nico just below the hip. “I think he wants to see me kiss you.” He leaned in a little closer; Nico tilted his head a little in response. “I think that’s what you want, too.” “Yes,” Nico whispered back. He leaned in towards Ahmet, his gaze fixed on him. Ahmet slid his hand down onto Nico’s ass, pulled him in closer, and kissed him. I watched in stunned silence. If you want to check out the rest of the story (about 12,000 words) it's available now on my online store and other major retailers.

My latest book is called The Guy Next Door Is Nailing My Husband. In it, Justin and Conrad meet their new neighbour Freddie, who's incredibly hot, but - as far as they can work out - pretty straight. Not that it matters anyway, because Justin and Conrad are completely monogamous. But when Conrad and Freddie start working together to repair the fence between their gardens, it's not going to be long before Justin's discovers the fence isn't the only thing getting nailed. And when he catches his cheating husband in the act it turns out he's more than okay with becoming a cuckold. Here's a small sample. This is from before the action really kicks off, while the tension's still building: They spent the first hour or so dismantling the old fence: pulling fence palings off the frame with a crowbar and the back end of a hammer, then dismantling the frame and digging the existing fence posts out of the ground. It was hard work, and turning into a hot day, and by the time I came out into the yard about midday to bring them something to drink they’d both stripped shirtless. Shirtless Freddie was a familiar sight by now; just about every time I’d looked out the top floor window in the last few weeks he’d been out in his yard in only a pair of shorts and work boots; by now I’d started to wonder if he even owned any t-shirts. Sometimes when I’d seen him I wondered if he just did it to show off. Fair enough if he did; if I had a body like that I’d be showing it off every chance I got. I mean, I’ve already told you what his body was like. Seeing those muscles ripple across his back as he wrestled a fencepost out of the ground was an instant turn-on; it made me wonder what it would feel like to have him grab me and manhandle me with that same kind of roughness. Conrad was like a beanstalk in comparison, although he was well-built compared to the average guy: thick torso, toned shoulders and arms, and a chest covered in thick hair. While I’d let myself go a bit over the years of being married, Conrad still looked as good as he ever did. As he approached forty he was well on his way towards turning into a bit of a muscle daddy, and his body looked especially good with the thin sheen of sweat over his skin he’d developed from working in the sun. I handed them each a glass of sparkling water. “How’s it all going?” “I think we’re making good progress,” Conrad replied. “Lucky Freddie knows what he’s doing, because I’d be completely screwing it up otherwise.” “I brought you guys out some sunscreen,” I said, holding out the tube towards Conrad. I knew he would have forgotten; usually that wasn’t a big deal because while I tended to get burnt tomato-red, he tended to tan which just added to his general good looks. But it looked like it was going to be a real scorcher, and if he was going to hang out with his shirt off all afternoon in this sun he’d be regretting it later. “Thanks,” he said, grabbing the sunscreen tube from me. He squeezed out a generous quantity and started rubbing it all over his arms and his chest. “You want some too?” he asked Freddie. “Sure, hit me,” Freddie replied. Conrad threw him the tube and he started putting it on. “Freddie’s going to use the old fence palings to make a veggie garden,” Conrad told me as he covered himself with sunscreen.. “You garden too?” I asked Freddie. “Yeah. Well, I want to. I lived in an apartment before this,” he told me. “So I can’t wait to start growing my own stuff. And besides, who needs all this lawn? Most pointless crop in the world. I’ll do a bit of landscaping first though.” “How’s the plastering going?” Conrad asked me. I shrugged. “Slowly. It seems I’m not as good at it as I thought.” “Hey Conrad,” Freddie said, “Can you get my back?” He handed Conrad the sunscreen and turned to face away from him. “Sure.” Conrad squeezed out some sunscreen onto Freddie’s back, just between the shoulder-blades, and started to spread it out. Carefully he rubbed it into every bit of skin, and I watched far-to-attentively, awkwardly silent, as his hand passed over each of Freddie’s muscles from his thick neck down to where the valley of his spine met the waistband of his shorts. “Thanks, mate. Now let me do you.” The two of them turned one-eighty, Conrad handing over the tube. Freddie slapped a wad of sunscreen onto Conrad’s back and started rubbing it in. It was like a massage — long, firm strokes across his back — he let out a long, slow breath and I could see him visibly start to relax into it. I wasn’t totally sure, but I thought I also saw the bulge in his shorts grow just a bit. As Freddie’s hands got lower and lower towards the base of Conrad’s spine I found myself willing him to go a bit lower, beneath the waistband. Freddie finished and with a, “Heads up,” threw the sunscreen back to me. I realised that I’d been holding my own breath in some kind of weird suspense the entire time. I let the breath out and grabbed for the tube, but fumbled it and let it drop onto the grass. I bent, picked it up, and with a flustered, “Okay, see you in a bit, have fun,” I hurried back into the house, feeling a little embarrassed about just how horny that exchange had gotten me. I figured I should get back to my own jobs, but I had a sudden urge to knock one out. So I figured maybe I’d just spend a few quiet minutes alone in my room with my laptop before I got back into my plastering. The book will be available at all the usual retailers. Check out my website for links to buy, or buy it directly from my store:

Maybe you want to leave a copy of one of my hardcore cuckold erotica books lying around the house for your husband to stumble across, as a subtle way of starting a conversation about some new things you want to try at home. Or maybe you just like the feel of a good old-fashioned paper book in your hands. Either way, you can now get your hands on three of my books in paperback. My first three books, Cole Got Cucked Hard, Cucked and Replaced: How a Rich Bull Claimed My Husband, and Best Man: A Gay Cuckold Wedding Story are all available as paperbacks. You can get them from all the usual retailers, and from my online store. Over the next couple of months I'll be working on getting my short stories turned into paperback zines too, so watch out for those if you're interested.

Today marks three years since I hit publish on my first book, Cole Got Cucked Hard. I wasn't sure where it would take me, or if it was a good idea. But looking back I'm glad I did it. It hasn't transformed my life completely - I'm still just a guy who works a regular office job and writes smut in his spare time - but it's opened up my life to a bunch of new experiences that have been really positive. Since I published that first book I've released another eight, and I've got another four or five half-finished stories on the go right now that I'll get to finish at some point in the not-too-distant future. I think - I hope - I've improved my writing over that time. I've been able to explore different aspects of what turns me on about cuckolding, and different levels of intensity. I've been able to get more into the emotions, the dialogue and the interactions between people, which has been cool. As I have, my stories have become more detailed. I've sold over 2000 books, which seems pretty amazing to me. I feel weird about bragging and I know that it's not cute. And I know that sales and money isn't everything; it should be, and is, more about the experience of writing and putting your work out there. The money isn't important to me, but the idea that people read my work is. And tracking sales is a way for me to understand in a really tangible way how many people my books are reaching. When I see my sales grow, I feel like there's a point to my writing because people out there in the world want to read what I say. And seeing my sales grow steadily over the last three years has been a really cool feeling. I still have a dream that one day I'll be a "real" writer, someone who can do it for a living and not just as a hobby. And seeing my sales grow tells me that even though that day is still a long way away, maybe it's not impossible. You know what else makes you feel like a real writer? Being able to hold your book - your real life, solid, paperback book - in your hands. I've now finally got some decent quality paperbacks, which is an amazing feeling. It makes me feel more like a real writer to know that someone could pick up my book off a shelf and read it. Next challenge is getting some shops to stock it though! I've also found myself part of a whole community of (mostly, I'm assuming) gay guys who are into the same specific kink I am. I occasionally get contacted by people who tell me what they think of my work, and I've heard from guys who've discovered a whole new side of themselves from reading my writing. Hopefully I'm not destroying any relationships out there, because a lot of what I write about goes a little or a lot further than what people would probably feel okay with in real life. But I'm glad that my stories have opened up new kinks to people, and given people a bit of inspiration in their real life relationships. And I'm glad my stories will have been able to help people get off who are interested in this stuff but can't, for whatever reason, get into it in real life. After all, that's why I first started writing Cole Got Cucked Hard in the first place. While you're here... I should mention that I'm doing a sale to celebrate three years of selling books. For one week from 7 May, you can get three ebooks for the price of one from my online store if you use the code 3YEARSOFJACK at the checkout. So head over to the store if you want to stock up.

Here's a sample of the action from my book Cucked, Caged, Conquered. It's about a guy called Grant who can't perform in the bedroom, and his husband Travis who can't put up with the disappointment any longer. When Travis finally demands the freedom to be with other men - real men - who can satisfy him, Grant is devastated but also unexpectedly turned on. Before long he's realising just how much he loves both being teased for his own inadequacy, and hearing his husband go it it with other guys on the other side of his bedroom door. I heard the low beat of music coming from the bedroom. It reminded me of when I used to share an apartment full of people, long before Travis and I had married, and my roommates would bring home guys. It’s funny: they turn on music as a way of disguising the noise of sex, but it ended up meaning that whenever I heard the music I immediately knew what was going on, and in my mind I’d formed a pavlovian association between the muffled beat of music and the thought of sex going on unseen just moments away from me. Right now, just like back then, I pictured what was going on inside that room. I wondered if they’d take it slow. Whether, now that Travis finally had a man to give him the kind of sex he really wanted, he’d take his time and luxuriate in every sensation to make the release feel even better when it finally came. Or whether he’d waited so long now, desperate for a real fuck, that he wouldn’t be able to keep from hurling himself into the experience as fast as possible. I’d only seen Travis’ trade for a few seconds, so I intentionally closed my eyes and conjured up his image before I could forget the details. I thought about the weighty bulge in his sweatpants, and pictured what it would look like as it sprung out of his clothes and started to harden. I thought about the muscular chest I’d seen just a hint of, and I pictured Travis rubbing his hands over it, appreciating the guy’s body in a way that he seemed to have long ago stopped appreciating mine. My dick was hard by now, harder than it ever got when I was trying to fuck Travis with it. It was ironic that I had such trouble getting hard to fuck my husband, but no trouble at all when I had to listen to someone else do it. I put my hand on it through the fabric of my trousers. Pressed against it, felt it pulse against my hand. I crept into the hallway and up to the bedroom door. I stood there, listening for any sound that might be audible above the sound of the music. It was a long time before I heard anything: just a barely audible voice, briefly, followed by a different one. I wondered what they were saying, what they were doing. Whether there was a connection between them beyond just a random fuck. Another minute went by. A moan, this time clearly audible over the music. I don’t know if I was reading things into it that weren’t there, but to me it communicated not only pleasure but shock, as though one of them had had something done to them that they weren’t expecting. Or weren’t expecting to feel as good as it did. I wished I could have seen who’d made the sound and what had prompted it. For a long time there was no sound other than the thump of the stereo, until finally I heard the bed creaking, and a gasp of a moan. I knew what it meant immediately, and when the bed creaked a second time my cock — and my whole body — tensed up, then relaxed, in unison with the creaking joints of the bed. He was inside him. This guy, this stranger, was inside my husband. My dick throbbed uncontrollably. I reached into my underwear and held the tip of it with my fingers, massaging it as I pictured Travis’ ass muscles clenched around this stranger’s thick cock. The bed creaked again, and Travis moaned a second time. I shouldn’t have touched myself. I knew I wouldn’t last long if I did. But I hadn’t expected this: by the third moan, the third creak of the bed-frame, and I was already ejaculating. It felt incredible, a climax at an intensity I hadn’t felt in years. I felt the cum course out of my cock as my little guy convulsed and choked up its load. You can buy the book from the usual retailers: Amazon, Smashwords and Google Play. Or you can buy it directly from my online store:

My new book's out. It's a Christmas story called I'll Be Cucked For Christmas, and it's about a guy who takes his boyfriend back to his small hometown for family Christmas, only to run into his old high school bully. You know where that's going to lead, right? I made the decision not to publish this story on Amazon. Which is annoying, because I get about 6 out of 10 sales from Amazon, so there's a good chance this book is going to sell nowhere near as much as it should. I know, sales aren't everything; I write because I want to and because I enjoy it. But I also like people to read my writing, and it's frustrating putting a whole lot of effort into something that not many people will see. Besides, I would really like to make a living as a writer one day, and drop my regular job down to part time so I can spend more time writing. That will only ever happen if people buy my books. So why pass up my biggest source of sales, then? Well, it comes down to Amazon's terms and conditions. They're conservative, and they're vague, and they're arbitrary. And if you fall foul of them they can block your book. Or even worse, terminate your account without warning or explanation, with very little you can do about it. Writing career dead (or at least maimed) in an instant. There is certain content Amazon doesn't allow for good reason: things like incest, bestiality, underaged participants and non-consensual sex. There's also things they prohibit that I'd argue are a little more conservative than necessary, like watersports (as I found out the wrong way a couple of years back). Okay, fair enough. They have the right to choose what they stock, right? But it's not just this content that can get you banned. It's words that indicate your book might include this kind of content, or something in a grey area that's a little too close to it. Even if you include some of this stuff your book might slip under the radar - lots of books do. But it might not, and in general it's not worth the risk. In this latest story there are plenty of mentions of family members (because the protagonist is staying with them), as well as references back to when my protagonist was at high school (because the bull in the story is his high school bully from a decade ago). So even though those references aren't sexual, and there isn't any content in there that crosses into the types of content that's actually against Amazon's terms, those references mean there's a pretty good chance the book will get blocked. And if that happens there's also a chance my whole account will get blocked. And if that happens there's often not much you can do about it. There are countless stories of people who've had their accounts terminated for infractions they didn't realise they'd committed (and in some cases never found out what they'd done wrong) and spent hours trying to resolve the issue with Amazon only to be ignored and refused any kind of resolution. So I'm not going to risk it. Not for one short story. I could have edited out every bit that was possibly a problem so I could be confident of meeting Amazon's guidelines. That's what I did with a recent story, The Guy Next Door Is Nailing My Husband. I changed a key scene - a scene that I loved - into one that I thought was not as hot, because I was concerned about falling foul of the rules. It sucked, and I was disappointed about it, but it wasn't totally central to the story and I think the end result turned out okay anyway. (If you want to read the story as I originally intended it, you'll have to sign up to my Patreon to see the drafts I shared along the way). But I didn't want to do that this time. It would only require changing some details, but they were all the details that made the story fun and gave it the whole Hallmark Christmas movie parody vibe I was going for. If I took out enough details to keep Amazon happy, it would be a completely different story than the one I wanted to tell. So instead, I decided I wanted to write the story the way I'd intended, even if it means not having the option of selling on Amazon. So why am I telling you this? It's not just to get you to buy my book (well, maybe there's an element of that, because I do want people to buy my book!). Mainly though, the reason I'm telling you is because Amazon's almost-monopoly on erotica books means writers like me, in general, are writing with Amazon's guidelines in mind. And that means readers like you are getting fed writing that is more bland than it needs to be. You're missing out on a whole bunch of ideas and details which could be hot, because writers are making choices to err on the cautious side rather than forgoing most of their potential writing income - or writing stories that never see the light of day. Readers can change that though. Buy your erotica from somewhere else if you have the option. The more authors can see that publishing on other platforms is a viable commercial option for them, the more they'll do it, and the less they'll worry about the catastrophic consequences of getting kicked off the biggest platform in town. And the better, hotter and more risqué stories you'll get.

Here's a sample of my Christmas-themed cuckold erotica story, I'll Be Cucked For Christmas. It's a story about a guy called Tim who returns to his hometown for Christmas after a long absence, and brings his boyfriend Leo along to meet the family. But it's not long before they run into Mark, Tim's old high school bully. And the chemistry between Leo and Mark is instant, and you know it's not going to be long before something happens. The following excerpt is from early on in the story, on Tim and Leo' first night in town. It wasn’t till everyone started to disperse to their bedrooms for the night that Leo and I finally got a bit of alone time, which I badly needed by that point. We lay on the bed next to each other scrolling through our phones, both appreciating the opportunity to zone out in silence for a few minutes. Eventually I looked over at Leo. I was surprised — but not that surprised — to find him scrolling through porn. “Make sure the sound’s off,” I told him. “I don’t want my parents to hear the sound of gay sex coming from the bedroom. I don’t think they’re ready for it yet.” Leo looked over and gave me a mischievous grin. “Oh, so we gotta keep it quiet, then?” He dropped his phone on the bed next to him, rolled over to face me, and laid a hand on my crotch. “Guess that just means you’ll have to bury my face into the pillow while you’re fucking me then.” I couldn’t deny that turned me on. But I brushed his hand away before he could get me going too much. “I can’t fuck here!” I said, incredulous that he was even trying it on. “In my childhood bedroom? With my parents in the house?” Leo looked a little offended. “I thought it might be hot.” “Awkward and creepy, more like.” Now Leo looked properly annoyed. He rolled onto his back again and picked up his phone. “I didn’t realise this was going to be a sexless vacation,” he said, not looking at me, pretending that he was just musing aloud and not trying to start an argument. “Seriously, you can’t expect me to be horny with my parents down the hallway, can you?” He scowled a bit. “Well surely you can’t expect me to go five days without fucking.” He shrugged. “I guess it means I’ll just have to find someone else who can give it to me if you won’t.” That really got my dick going. I felt it start to shift a little bit, growing at the thought of Leo getting fucked by another man. We’d been kind of open for the last few months, and done a few threesomes, and the few times I’d watched other men fuck him had turned me on beyond my wildest imagination. So much so that now when we played together I tended to keep my involvement to a minimum. And even though I always made a show of making my permission seem like it was given begrudgingly, I knew that he knew that I was actually dying to experience the torment of having him go out and have sexual experiences that didn’t include me. I watched as he opened an app on his phone, the screen suddenly populated with a grid of faces and torsos. “Let’s see if there are any hot guys around here,” he said. My dick started to grow a little thicker. “More talent than I’d expected,” he said. “I’m sure one of these guys will be down to fuck.” Part of me was distraught at the idea of him leaving to go get fucked by a random stranger. But part of me was already looking forward to it. “Or you know, maybe I could fuck that guy from your school. What was his name?” I let the disdain show in my voice as I said his name. “Mark. Sorry but he’s straight.” “You sure? I kind of got a vibe. I think he was flirting with me a bit.” I let myself picture it. The thought of it made me a little angry, that smug asshole flirting with my boyfriend right in front of me. It was kind of hot though too, to be honest. Even though it would absolutely crush me, I found myself just for a second wishing the guy wasn’t straight after all. I shook the image from my head. “You’re dreaming,” I told him. “The guy’s a total homophobe.” “Of course. All the biggest homophobes at school are the ones that turn out to be homos when they grow up.” “Not this guy,” I told him. “Trust me.” I hoped that Leo didn’t push it any further, because I didn’t want to have to have a whole conversation about my backstory with Mark and admit how badly the guy used to bully me. Leo didn’t push though. He just shrugged. “I’ll take your word for it. It’s all good, there are plenty of guys on here. Some of these country boys are pretty fucking hot, you know.” “You’re not going to actually leave me alone and go get fucked by someone else, are you?” I tried to sound hurt even though by this stage I was incredibly turned on by the prospect of him actually doing it. “Nah,” he said, and for a moment I was legitimately disappointed. He scrolled through the grid on his phone absently. “Not tonight, anyway. It’d raise too many questions, right?. But we’ve got a whole week here, and you probably want to get a bit of alone time with your family, so I’m more than happy to go out for a little while, and…” He trailed off, and I watched as he started typing a message on his phone. I said nothing. I went back to looking at my own phone, pretending like I wasn’t bothered at all by what he was doing. Pretending that I was taking a mature, calm approach to non-monogamy. Pretending that my mind wasn’t wrestling with the dissonant desires of being distraught at the thought of him being with someone else while also desperately wanting him to do it. But I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he scrolled through his phone, and I saw the notifications pop up as the messages started rolling in. He was popular. Of course he would be. My mind started racing, wondering what kind of guy he’d end up with. And what they’d do when I wasn’t around. And I felt my dick keep getting hard. I tried to just go back to what I was doing. But there wasn’t a chance, not now. I held off for about as long as I could bear, until I finally threw down my phone in frustration. “No noise, okay?” I said as I leaned over towards him and started unbuttoning his fly. As soon as I had it open I pulled out his cock, not yet hard but nicely thick and well on its way. I wrapped my mouth around it, and started giving him a blow-job. Right there, on my old bed, while he scoured the internet for other men to fuck him. You can find out more about the story here, as well as links to retailers. Or you can buy it directly from my online store:

My latest book Best Man: A Gay Cuckold Wedding Story will be out on June 17 and is available for pre-orders now. Here's a sample of what you'll find if you give it a read. I looked at the condom in my hand. I looked at Josh staring at me, the guilt gone. Now he was just staring at me with pleading in his eyes. I thought about Brian’s big cock releasing its seed inside Josh. If I was honest, that’s the way I’d always pictured it happening when I’d thought about Brian coming back, even when Josh and I had agreed to keep on using protection. “No,” I admitted. Brian smiled, triumphant. “Good cuck. I knew you wouldn’t actually want to try restrict my guy from doing its thing.” I put the condom in my pocket, not sure what else to do with it. I looked at Josh; he looked relieved. He mouthed a silent “Thank you.” “You know what,” Brian said, obviously enjoying humiliating me. “Since you’re being so accommodating, I’ll do you a solid. I’ll let you lube me up.” I may have been half-expecting him to go raw, but I wasn’t expecting that. I was a little stunned for a second; I looked down at his thick, hard cock. The thought of being able to touch it myself had never actually occurred to me until now. I must have been standing there in stunned silence for a while, because eventually Brian prompted me: “So, are you gonna lube me up or not?” I snapped out of it. “Yes! Yes. Thank you.” I flicked the cap off the bottle and squeezed a generous amount of lube into the palm of my hand. I reached slowly for Brian’s cock, then hesitated. Surely it was a joke. Surely he wouldn’t let me touch it. The two of them sniggered at my nervous hesitance, making me blush even more than I already was. I took a deep breath, and took his cock in my hand. The instant I touched it my dick pulsed. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my brain. Brian’s cock was so hard, it was like it was skin over metal instead of skin over muscle. And so thick. For a second I didn’t understand why it felt so different to holding my own, but then I realised: when I hold my own dick my thumb wraps around it and rests on my fingers, but with Brian’s cock I couldn’t even wrap my hand the whole way around it. Studying his penis close-up for the first time, I slowly slid my hand up and down it, covering every inch of skin with a layer of lube. I realised I was going to need more lube. I squeezed another palmful of lube into my hand and ran it over his cock, making sure I got plenty on the head so it would slide in nice and easy. I went carefully, like I was handling a valuable artifact, or a work of art. I was handling a work of art. I ran my hand up and down his shaft one more time than was strictly necessary, then I reluctantly released it from my grip. I finally summoned up the will to look Brian in the face. He looked amused. Of course he did. “Thank you, Simon,” he said with mock sincerity. “Now sit the fuck down and get out of my way.” I did what I was told, sitting down on my stool. I watched as Brian lined his cockhead up against Josh’s ass. “You ready, boy?” he asked. “Yes!” Josh replied emphatically, impatiently. “Hurry up and fuck me.” Watching that huge, slick, bare cock start to enter Josh was probably the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. The way it just slid smoothly in, skin on skin, all the way to the base. “Holy fuck your ass feels amazing,” Brian groaned. I watched as he pulled it out slowly, then pushed it back in. I thought about the feeling of fucking Josh raw, a feeling that only I had experienced since the two of us first got together. I thought about that sensation, having a tight ass wrapped around your cock, nothing between the two to dull the feeling. And then I thought about how much tighter and firmer it must feel for a cock as thick as that. Fuck, no. I haven’t even touched it yet. I could feel the surge already though, the cum coursing through networks of my vas deferens and urethra towards the climax of erupting out of me. I wanted to stop it but it was far too late. I let out a sad little moan as the cum spilled out of my penis and into my underwear. The two of them didn’t stop fucking for a second, But Brian obviously noticed because he said to Josh, “Looks like your boyfriend just came in his pants.” They both giggled at that. I felt ridiculous. The next thirty minutes was agony, once that post-orgasm regret kicked in. I watched Brian Fuck Josh from behind, pin him down and fuck him into the mattress, roll him over and fuck him missionary, fuck him with his legs in the air. I had no idea how he managed to last that long, especially raw. I never could. It was much more passionate this time; they made out with each other constantly, with a sense of intimacy and longing for each other which I hadn’t expected. Josh got on top of Brian and rode him, slamming his ass down on Brian’s pelvis to take his cock as deep and hard as he possibly could, and wailing from the pleasure of it. He was possessed. “Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking close,” Josh panted. “I don’t want to cum yet. Not till you breed me.” Brian pushed him off and flipped him onto his front, face down on the bed. Now his head was facing me, but he didn’t look up or even seem to realise I was still in the room. Brian lined his cock up and rammed it hard into Josh’s ass. He lowered himself onto him, his chest against Josh’s back and his hands holding up his weight like he was doing push-ups on top of him. In that position he rammed Josh’s ass into the bed. Josh buried his face in the bedsheets and wailed as his ass got slammed. “Fuck yeah. Fuck, it’s coming. You ready for it?” “Oh fuck, breed me. Fucking breed me!” Suddenly Brian’s whole body tensed, and with a howl he orgasmed hard. “Oh god!” Josh whimpered. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck. Fuck.” Brian’s face clenched as tight as his body he continued to unload in Josh’s ass. That set Josh off too. I couldn’t tell exactly what his dick was doing because it was buried in the bedsheets, but from the look on his face and the sound of his sob it sounded like he was cumming too. Brian’s orgasm finally subsided, and he collapsed on top of Josh. He kissed his ear, and his neck, and his cheek. Then he looked up at me with a satisfied, superior look in his eye. They both looked exhausted. They lay there in silence, breath heaving, for several minutes. Then Brian slowly pulled out and rolled off. As he did, I got to see his cock, weighty and engorged and glistening with the cum he’d just put inside my fiancé. Josh opened his eyes, and seemed to realise that I was still there. He looked at me sheepishly, and then pulled himself up. “Fuck, that was incredible,” he said, more to Brian than for my benefit. The two of them kissed, standing there naked in front of me. “You must have cum fucking gallons inside me.” Brian laughed. “You’re having my babies, for sure.”

When I released my first book, Cole Got Cucked Hard, I originally intended to add a disclaimer at the beginning. I even wrote it and everything, but in the end I decided to leave it out. Partly that was for practical reasons (the software I was using kept putting the disclaimer after the contents page, grr). But it was also partly because I didn't want to lecture you guys, or treat you like you're incapable of making good decisions without my advice. I've got faith that you guys aren't idiots, you know? Finishing my second book, Cucked and Replaced: How a Rich Alpha Claimed My Husband, has reinforced for me that it's an important message to share though, so I'm going to come right out and say it. My stories are fiction. They're sexual fantasy, and I want to emphasise the fantasy part. For me, writing (and reading) erotica is about exploring the things that turn you on but that you can’t, wouldn’t or shouldn’t do in real life. It provides a safe space to enjoy the fantasy without hurting anyone. While I hope you find the events in my stories a turn-on — I mean, that’s why I wrote them — don’t, for a moment, think that I’m endorsing doing those kinds of things in real life. The characters in my books do some pretty shitty things to each other. In Cole Got Cucked Hard (spoiler alert!), Cole's boyfriend is cheating on him prolifically, and decides to let him catch him in the act rather than having an honest conversation about opening up their relationship. And when it's time to come clean about all the guys he's been fucking, he chooses to do it in a way that's going to humiliate Cole in front of everyone he knows. While this fantasy is a massive turn-on to me, it's also a massive dick move on the part of Cole's boyfriend. Similarly in Cucked and Replaced (more spoilers, sorry) Julian breaks all the rules that he and Nick had set to maintain trust when they're engaged in their cuckolding adventures. And as his relationship with Callum develops, he acts like a total asshole to Nick, basically ghosting him without any appreciation of the hurt it's causing. Being neglected like that, and ultimately replaced by someone else, is a massive turn-on for many people into cuckolding. But I'd hazard a guess that even if you get off imagining being dumped for another man, you don't actually want the person you love to leave you for real. And the way Julian goes about it is shitty as hell. What's kind of consistent across all my cuckold erotica is that the cuck pretty much always loses control of how deep into the kink he wants to go, because his partner takes the choice away from him. Bluntly, that's a disrespectful thing to do. In fantasy, the idea of being disrespected like that turns me on like crazy. In real life though, I don't want my partner to be that callous. Cuckolding is a complicated kink, and sometimes the things that turn you on the most are also the things that hurt the most. Sometimes it's the fact that something hurts that makes it hot in the first place: being ignored, being forgotten, being told you don't measure up, being told that the person you loves feels things with another person that they don't feel with you. And sometimes - often - it's the lack of control over it that turns you on. With that kind of complexity, it's really hard to identify what you actually want to happen and what will just leave you feeling broken. That's why it's important to find your boundaries: what kinds of hurt you can handle and channel into the excitement of the experience, what kinds of hurt can be healed (or better yet, avoided) communicating with your partner about each other's needs, and what kinds of hurt are simply not acceptable. And it's important to understand your partner's boundaries because I can almost guarantee they won't be the same as yours. The boundaries are different for everyone; sometimes you and your partner won't understand where each other's boundaries are, and sometimes you won't even be sure of your own. Finding them is something that requires honesty, respect and open communication. Believe me when I say this, because I've definitely spent more time talking through the emotional implications with my partner than I've actually spent watching him fuck. I'd argue that for most people though, the kind of shit that people are pulling in my stories would definitely cross some lines and raise some serious red flags. If I was friends with Cole or Nick IRL, I'd be advising them to ditch their asshole men ASAP. But that's why I write this kind of stuff. It allows me to react with my dick, knowing that I don't have to deal with the ramifications of it happening in real life. I can think about how hot it would be to find out my partner's been cheating on me, without thinking about how betrayed I'd feel and how difficult it would be to trust him again. I can be turned on by the humiliation of finding out he'd fucked all my friends, without the embarrassment I'd feel if it really happened. And I can lose myself in the intense fantasy of the most extreme conclusion where I get replaced be a more superior man, without actually having to face the tragedy of losing the man I love. I’m not going to lecture you about, or judge you for, what you do in your relationships. I've done shitty things in relationships before, I had my reasons (sidenote: they were shit reasons), and I bore the consequences. But I want to make it real clear: don’t take my stories as tacit encouragement to cheat, betray, pressure your partner to go deeper in than they're okay with, or make your partner into a cuckold without their consent. If you want to have sex with other people outside of your relationship, if you want you partner to have sex with other people, if you want to humiliate someone or be humiliated, I encourage you to communicate about it. Talk about what you want to try. Set boundaries. Respect the people you care about, and make sure they know you respect them no matter where your kinks take you. In other words: don’t try this at home, unless your partner is genuinely up for it. And no matter what, be safe about it, okay?

Here's a sample of my book Cucked and Replaced: How a Rich Bull Claimed My Husband. The full book is available on Amazon, Smashwords and Google Play. Check out more about it on my website. “That first night, he woke up in the middle of the night and fucked me again. We fucked all night; I barely slept at all. Then like mid-morning he woke me up fucking me again, and we lay around in bed all day just chilling, making out. I thought I’d probably head home at some point, but then he told me to stay again. That night we moved from the fuck room into the master bedroom, and then that pretty much became our routine: wake, fuck, eat, chill, fuck, chill, eat, fuck, sleep. Repeat.” I could feel his cock suddenly start to get hard in my hand as he told he how good it felt waking up next to Callum. “I’d be half asleep, and I’d feel his cock rubbing against my hole. And he’d nuzzle my neck, and I’d just back up onto him, and he’d fuck me gently till I was awake. Then rough till I came.” By now his cock was rock hard. I didn’t waste any time. I scrambled to get my pants off, lubed up Julian’s cock with my spit, and climbed onto him. As I felt his long shaft push its way into me I felt complete in a way I hadn’t since the night he left. I bucked up and down, milking his cock with my ass. “Fuck, bae, it’s so hot. I can’t believe you let him fuck you!” “I know. It was unbelievable. So good.” I kissed him. He kissed me back for a second before pulling away. “You know the hottest thing?” he asked. “He has these piercing eyes, and when he’d feel me getting close he’d get so close to me I could feel his breath, and he’d look into my fucking soul when I came on his cock.” God that was hot. In all the years together I’d never heard him talk like that. “He fucking owned me. I spent that whole week just begging for him to fuck me, wandering around his mansion with his cum leaking out of me the whole time.” That admission made me reel. And the way Julian’s eyes suddenly widened revealed that he’d just realised he’d said too much. “You let him cum inside you?” He said nothing for a second. And that second was all it took; the thought of Julian having another man cum inside him, over and over, was enough to set me off instantly. I felt the rush through my balls and my cock, and I felt my dick contract and pulse as it erupted. I wailed in pleasure, embarrassment and dismay as my dick convulsed and shot wads of cum into the air and onto Julian’s new sweater. My breath heaved, and for a several seconds I couldn’t say anything at all. Julian breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank fuck,” he said. “I thought you were gonna be upset that we didn’t use condoms.” He paused, then admitted, “You know, I’ve got his load in me right now.” Part of me thought I should yell at him. But it was too late: my body had already given away how I really felt, and the way my spent dick pulsed again when he said that just confirmed it. I lifted myself off his cock and flopped down onto the sofa next to him. In that moment I didn’t know what to do. He’d broken one of the basic covenants of our relationship — another of the basic covenants. And I knew by letting myself show how much it turned me on, I’d just given him tacit permission to keep doing it. I started to stroke his cock again, but he brushed my hand aside. “Hey, I’m ok,” he said. “Like I said, I’ve cum already today.” He leaned over and kissed me. “Thanks for being cool with this. I know it must have been pretty intense.” “Thanks.” There was an awkward silence, which I broke by asking him, “So, do you think you’ll want to go back for a repeat some time?” “Oh yeah, Callum’s back a week Monday so I’m gonna go over then.”

Here's a sample of my book Cucked and Replaced: How a Rich Bull Claimed My Husband. The full book is available on Amazon, Smashwords and Google Play. Check out more about it on my website. After about twenty minutes my phone went off. I paused the show I was watching, and grabbed my phone. It was an image file. I felt that familiar rush in my chest, that empty feeling in my stomach, that electricity in my cock, when I saw what it was: a selfie of Julian’s face, his mouth stretched around a massive cock, his eyes looking directly at the camera. I was instantly hard. I couldn’t believe the size of that cock; that guy was hung like a fucking donkey. I started to touch my cock while I looked straight at Julian’s eyes staring back at me. A minute later my phone buzzed again. This time it was a video. In it a pair of hands rested on the back of Julian’s head, holding it in place as that mighty cock pushed itself slowly in and out of his mouth. Right in, deep, all the way down his throat, making him gag. Then slowly pulling all the way out, a rope of saliva hanging on the tip as it withdrew from his mouth. Julian winked at the camera, then the video was over. I played the video over and over, stroking my dick in awe at it. I hoped like crazy there was another one coming; I wanted to see Julian with his cock inside the guy’s ass. But after ten minutes, there was nothing. Twenty minutes, and still nothing. The whole time I just watched that same fifteen second video on repeat, watching Julian take that giant cock in his mouth. By the time I realised there were no more photos or videos coming, it didn’t matter because I was so close. I pulled up the first photo again, and jerked my dick furiously as I stared into Julian’s eyes, his mouth full of another man’s cock. I shot ropes of cum across my chest, my heart racing and breath heaving. By the time I’d caught my breath I already felt embarrassed for being set off by what was probably just the prelude to the main event. I wiped up the cum, then went to sleep, knowing that for the second night in a row my husband would be falling asleep, spent, in the arms of another man. I didn’t hear from Julian at all the next day. And that night — his third away from me — Julian didn’t even bother messaging to tell me he wasn’t coming home. I sat up, anxiously waiting, hoping my phone would go off, but knowing deep down that it wasn’t going to. I debated with myself about whether to message or call him, but I had no idea what I’d say. By this stage I wasn’t angry at him anymore, but I was scared. The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me that I was losing my husband, and I had no idea what to do about it. The only thing that helped — the only thing I could think of at all — was to pull up that photo of him and jerk myself off, imagining I was right there looking him straight in the eyes as another man unloaded in his mouth.