All Grown Up: True Love (Short)

Here is another short in the All Grown Up series.  Just a reminder that these continuation shorts are always continuations of the original set of stories.  So this short is not connected to the Fun and Games short in any way, two separate timelines.

As always look at the tags before you read.  If this stuff ain't for you then it ain't for you, and that's okay.  I MAY write a short Part 2 to this one depending on the reception this gets.  With all of that out of the way, on with...True Love.

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I love my man.  I loved him more deeply and more powerfully than I ever thought possible.  And it took cuckolding him with his sexually superior little brother for me to realize that I had found my one and only true love.

It happened a month ago.  Rhett, my wonderfully hair-brained boyfriend, got this idea in his head that all his shy little brother Bret needed to bloom into the man he could be was to lose his virginity.  Somehow he talked me into being the one to do it and…well…let’s just say little Bret ended up being more man than either of us ever could have imagined.

Even more than earth-shaking than what was EASILY the best sex of my life with young Bret was what happened afterward.  Once Bret had gone Rhett had come upstairs in the grips of what I can only describe as some sort of cuckold hysteria.  His little brother had already fucked me silly, the kid had raw stamina like I’d never experienced, and I was still in the haze God knows how many orgasms, but Rhett was obsessed with having me there and then.  Making love to me immediately after a much more well endowed lover meant that I barely felt him…and he LOVED it!  Despite the fact he must have barely felt me he lasted a scant couple of minutes, and that was with him having to stop for breaks to contain himself.  He was a wild man, humping me and saying self-effacing things and asking questions that he knew would humiliate him.  Seeing that he was in his glory I played along, I belittled him and gave him the emasculation he was clearly seeking culminating in one of the most powerful climaxes I’d ever seen him have.

My experience with Bret had been a hell of an eye-opener, sexually at least, but it was the brief lovemaking with Rhett that changed everything.  I confess, at first I did not know how to feel about his cuckold awakening.  Seeing my big rugged Rhett so meek and submissive shook everything I knew about the man down to the foundations.  It was a kink I had only given the briefest of thoughts to, and what thoughts I had about it were not flattering in the least.  I thought it a fetish for sniveling beta males, I never dreamed that a good, handsome, hard-working man like Rhett could be ‘that type’ of guy.  

Even worse though was the effect it had on Rhett.  Like a terrible hangover, in the cold sober light of the next morning Rhett felt absolutely wretched about what had happened.  At first he tried to laugh it off and treat it like just another of our sexual adventures.  Then he tried to say it was all just a bit of play, that he was just fooling around the whole time.  Then he tried to keep the entire focus on Bret, saying things like ‘can you believe that kid?’ and such things.  And finally he just fell quiet.  He wasn’t angry, he wasn’t indignant, he wasn’t even jealous, he was…hurt.  He was hurt bad.  Much more than his pride had been wounded the night before.  It was a near fatal blow to his very manhood.  Still dealing with the revelation myself I didn’t help matters either.  I didn’t know what to say and what I did say ended up sounding pitying and false and condescending, which only made things worse.

The cuckolding shattered my man.  It broke him to pieces.  And it broke my damn heart to watch it.

After that day Rhett was a shell of his former self.  All of his manly swagger and confidence was replaced by a polite timidity and humble glumness.  He tried to hide the hurt but the transformation was as plain as day to me.  He didn’t walk with his chest out anymore, his shoulders now slumped slightly forward, his head bowed just a little, and he rarely held eye contact for more than few seconds.  The few times he did open up and start to laugh or smile again…he would look at me as I watched joy fade from his eyes.  To see the man I love associate me with pain and suffering was a fucking dagger through my heart.

He started going out less, talking less, just doing less.  He stopped going out for beers with his buddies, he stopped going out to play softball, suddenly he was a homebody.  All he wanted to do was eat and watch television, by himself if he could.

After a week of this I tried to talk to him about it despite knowing how awkward it would be.  I apologized, I professed my commitment to him, I told him that I didn’t think any less of him, I even lied to him and told him that sex with Bret hadn’t really been all that great.  It didn’t help, the lie least of all.  He wanted nothing to do with talking about that night or what it revealed about either of us.  He would simply shut down and shut me out.

His little brother he avoided altogether.  If Bret called he wouldn’t answer.  The plans they had already made together Rhett canceled.  It wasn’t long before Bret realized things weren’t right.  He left a heartfelt card in our mailbox for his brother, telling him that he loved him and that he never meant to cause problems.  Rhett just laughed it off and threw the card in the trash after reading it.

“What’s he got to apologize for?”  He said flatly, pretending he was fine.  “The kid’s a stud.  I’m proud of him.”

Just like with me he never once laid any blame on Bret, never said a bad word about him, instead he bore the weight of it all on his own broad shoulders as he always did.  Strong as he was though, he could not bear this load alone.  I tried to use it as another opportunity to talk about things but Rhett suddenly had somewhere he needed to be.  After that Bret stopped calling or coming around.  He was as much at a loss as to what to do as I was.  We had been spoiled by my boyfriend’s take charge personality.  In the past Rhett had always been the one to take stuff on by the horns.  If there was beef or hurt feelings or just a problem someone couldn’t solve Rhett would be the one to take the initiative to deal with it.  But that wasn’t the case anymore.

Exacerbating the problems was that, for the first time ever, Rhett was having erectile issues.  We’d only gotten intimate two times since that fateful night and both times he had been unable to perform.  I tried everything I could to flatter him and respond to the slightest of touches, but his heart just wasn’t in it.  When he looked at me all he could see was the woman that his brother had ravished so supremely.  We would end up cuddling, me whispering to him that everything was okay.

But things were not okay.  Not even a little.  Each failed attempt at intercourse was like the cuckolding all over again as Rhett’s confidence continued to sink.  I could feel him and us spiraling downward into a dark place.  I was losing him!  It was then I realized the depths of my love for the man.  I couldn’t imagine my future without his steady hand, without his great sense of humor, without his heart and kindness and honor and charm.  I could not imagine my life without him full stop.  I wanted to be there for him.  I wanted to share my life with my true love and I wanted him to share his with me.  This whole thing had begun with good intentions but it had turned into a nightmare.

I told him that I was cool with his fetish and that I was willing to explore it with him but he vehemently denied having one.  He said that he was no cuckold and that the whole idea of it disgusted him.  I tried to push the point but he shut it down angrily.  I begged him to see a counselor, either individually or as a couple, but he flat out refused.  Broken he may be my guy was just as stubborn as ever.  Avoid, avoid, avoid.  But avoidance was not working, it was only making things worse.  Rhett was changing and I did not like this new man who was stealing mine away.  Something had to be done.

I tried to get into Rhett’s head space.  To think like him.  What would HE do?  Whatever it would be it would be…dramatic.  I could not help but smile as I think about the crazy and clumsy schemes he’d tried in the past to solve problems.  I never said so but I adored his goofy solutions to things.  They backfired as often as they helped but you could be sure something would get shaken up by it.  Hell, we were in this situation because of one of his hair-brained ideas.  But he could he handle a bit of rough and tumble love right now?  But did I dare subject him in his present state to his own medicine?

Hell yes!  One hair-brained idea deserved another.  Doing something was better than nothing.  I was not going to lose him without a fight.

***

It is Friday afternoon and I wait in the kitchen all ready to go.  My supplies are laid out in front of me and I silently rehearse the lines I had prepared for him.  I was nervous, my heart beating my hands clammy, and I prayed that I did no harm but my will is ironclad.  For good or ill, this was happening.

I sit at the kitchen table as I hear Rhett’s truck door slam then the house door open and close.  I wait a few seconds so that he could get out of his coat and shoes before setting my plan into motion.

“Hey you fucker, get your sorry ass in here!”  I yell angrily.

“What the hell?”  I hear him mutter as footsteps hasten down the hall toward me.  He comes into the kitchen, still in his work clothes obviously, and looks at me sitting here and the items I had laid out on the table.  “What…what is all this?”

“Shut the fuck up you sissy bitch.”  I snap back.

He looks at me like I was a crazy woman, but he does what he’s told and remains silent.

“Get over here.”  I say, pointing at a spot to my right at the head of the table.  “Stand right here.”

“Em…what is…?”

“I fucking told you bitch, shut up.”

Once more his gaze pans across table.  In front of me was a tablet, my phone, an eight and half inch dildo I had just bought that day, a bottle of lube, some tissues and wet napkins, and my tailor’s tape measure from my sewing supplies.  As if pulled by gravity his eyes keep getting drawn back to the tall pale dildo.  I could see the battle being waged inside of him.  I see fear, I see shame, but thankfully I also see that same crazy lust from that night.

“Come here, NOW.”  I command, wanting to tip the war going on in his head my way.

It works.  Tentatively he takes one step, and then another.  His hands grip nervously at his sides as he approaches.  He was scared and nearly as nervous as Bret had been as the blushing virgin.  I’d never seen the usually bombastic Rhett like this.  Oh my God…he was so CUTE!  Despite wanting to smile I keep my face stern as he comes to stand in the exact spot I had pointed.  I now sat just to his left with him standing and facing the table and looking out the kitchen window.

“A little closer.”  I say.  “Right up to the table.”

Again he hesitates.

“NOW!”

He startles and quickly shift forward so that his thighs touched the edge of the table.  A feeling of power flows through me as my thick built boyfriend, who could easily pick me up with one arm, obeys me like a well trained puppy dog.  Sooooo cute!

“Pants down.”  I command.  “Let’s get a good look at your little clit dick.”

His eyes flare wide and hear a little gasp escape him as I speak to him in a way nobody had before.  He glances up toward the window with the curtains wide open.  “Um…”

“Yeah, the neighbors might see your dicklet.  Too fucking bad.”  I say mercilessly.  “Now drop’em boy.”

Another hesitation.  I am just about to berate him when he suddenly undoes his belt and pants and scrambles to drop them to his ankles.  He stands back straight.  His work shirt hung just low enough to cover his junk.

“Pull up the shirt.”  I say.  He does so, holding the hem of it up just below his pecs with both hands.  Pointing at his hands I say.  “They stay right there.  Don’t move them.”

He nods with surprising obedience.

Looking thoroughly and deeply unimpressed I give his manhood a long careful stare.  “Look at that useless little thing.”  I scoff.  “So fucking pathetic.”  Instantly it lurches and noticeably swells.  “Bad enough it’s so fucking small, now you can’t even get hard.  What fucking use are you to a woman?  Huh?”

“I…I…”

“None.  That’s what.”  I answer for him.  His cock twitches as it grows.  Again I have to hold back my smile.  He might deny having a fetish but unlike his mouth his dick couldn’t lie.  “After feeling a real man I can tell you I have no more use for it.”

That one struck close to home.  His face flinches as my barbed words strike deep even as his dick jumps as true stiffness begins to set in.  Damn he was getting hard fast!

“Look at you.  Now you’re getting hard?   Nobody’s even touched the filthy little thing.”  I prod.  “Where was this last week?”  He goes to reply but I cut him off.  “Here, maybe this will help.  CUCK.”  With that I turn the tablet on and start the video I had already cued up on it.

“BRET!”  My own voice cries out from the tiny speakers.  “GAHH!  Fuck!”

“What’s wrong?”  Comes Bret’s voice.

“SLOW!”  My pained voice yelps.

It was the video we had made from that night, started at the very moment of penetration when his younger brother had too quickly buried all of his nearly nine thick inches into me in one go.  Rhett’s eyes widen in horror and fascination.  I knew he hadn’t had the nerve to watch the video back again.  But I was giving him no choice.  I turn the volume down so that the moans and grunts were just background noise.

“What’s this?”  I point at his now rock hard willy.  “Why are you hard so quick?  I thought you said you weren’t a cuckold.”

“I’m not a…”

“You pathetic cuck.”  I jeer.  “The only thing sadder than a nasty, filthy, cuckold is a cuckold in denial.  Just fucking admit it, ya fuckin sissy.”

“I…”  His eyes are locked on the screen.  He is unable to tear his attention away from the sight of his brother and his girlfriend in the throes of hot sex.

“Say it, bitch.  Admit it.”

“I’m…I’m a…”

“Say it!”

“I’m a cuckold!”  He blurts.

“Fuck, finally.”  I exclaim.  “Now we can get somewhere.”  With that I pick up the tape measure.

“What are you…doing?”

“Taking stock.  I want to actually know how fucking small it is.”  I say as I wrap the band tightly around his shaft.  “I asked all of my girlfriends how big their guys were and I want to see how you compare.”  I lean in…then let out a hearty laugh.  “Four and half around!?  Ha ha ha ha!”  It was actually a little closer to five than four and half but I was rounding down.  “Oh my God Rhett, that’s so skinny!  No wonder I can barely feel you.”

His dick flexes hard as his cheeks go pink with the most adorable blush.

“Wait until the girls hear this.  You’re the thinnest, easily.”  I say.  Taking the tape measure I move to the huge dildo that I had suction cupped to the table’s surface.  “Let’s compare it to Bret Junior.”  I say.  “Did I mention I got a new dildo?  I don’t think I did.  I mean, I need something to satisfy since you aren’t capable.”  A glistening bead of precum sprouts from the tip of his dick as my cruel words feed his fetish.  Wrapping the tape around it I say.  “I call it Bret Junior because it’s the closest I could get to your brother, but it’s just a bit smaller than him.”  I pull the tape taut, though not quite as tight as on him.  “Jesus Christ, seven fucking inches.  Thick as my fucking wrist.”

He swallows hard and smacks his dry lips.  On the screen Bret was starting to fuck me in earnest now, having already guided me through a few orgasms.  The soft sounds of Bret and I’s passion echoes through the brightly lit kitchen.

“Look at him.  Damn that boy could fuck.”  I say.  “Barely out of his teens but he is already more man than you will ever be.”

Rhett lets out a shuddering breath, his large hands grip his work shirt tight.

“You sure as hell never made me sound like that.”  I bring the tape up and measure his length.  Pressing the end of the tape hard into the bushy pubes I pull the rest along his shaft.  “Oh…come on!  Not even six!?”  I say, disappointment dripping from my words.  “Come on cuck, flex.  It’s gotta be bigger than this.”

Valiantly Rhett flexes his dick, already stiff enough to cut glass, in a vain attempt to make it grow.  He grits his teeth as he pours all is focus into willing his penis larger.

“Rhett!  Five and half!?”  I say, truth was more like five and three quarters.  “I thought you were at least average.  Average is six, isn’t it?”

“Nnnngh!”  He flexes for all he was worth, his thick abs tightening and looking so fucking hot.

“Fucking pitiful.  Not even six inches!?  So small!  Give it up cuck.”  I pull the tape away.  “Five and half, I can’t believe I hooked up with someone so fucking small.”

He snorts with frustration.

“Let’s see how Bret Junior measures up.”  I say as I let the tape fall down its prodigious length.  “Eight and half, pushing nine.  Now THAT is a cock.  A real man’s cock.  God damn, look at it fucking me.”  I motion toward the screen.  “Think about how fucking DEEP it went.  Think about how much he stretched me out.  Really made me feel like a woman for once in my life.  Something you’ll never do.”

“Hnnngh.”  He lets out the cutest little whimper.

“Five and half.”  I mock him.  “The girls will get a good laugh from that.”  Tossing the tape to the side I then release the dildo from the table.  Holding up along side Rhett’s dick in the most unflattering angle I could find I use my phone to take a picture, the two dicks compared side by side with one being the blindingly obvious winner as it stuck out inches past the other with a girth that dwarfed the smaller.  “Bret and Rhett, I never knew two brothers could be so different.”

I give his nuts a little slap with the big tip of the fake phallus.  Rhett twitches.  Still he does not move, he was completely under the sway of his fierce lust.  As he watches me I play with the big dick, just handling its heft and stroking it a few times as I gaze at it longingly.

“Mmm, this is gonna feel good later.”  I say as I set it down.  “Size isn’t everything though, is it?”

“It…isn’t?”

“I mean…almost, but not quite.”  I laugh directly at his cock.  “Stamina counts for a lot too.  I mean look at Bret.”  I glance toward the screen.  “Still going strong, and he was just getting warmed up.”  I bring up a stop watch app on my phone.  “Remember your sad performance this night?  Mr One Minute Man.  Remember?”

“Yeah…I remember.”  He huffs.

“Let’s see if you’ve gotten any better.”  I say as I start the timer and then squirt a dollop of lube into my right hand.  With no particular tenderness I slap my lubed hand onto his dick and start to stroke him with a tight grip and a quick pace.  “If you can make it a minute I’ll let you fuck me.”

“Ohhh God!”  He moans.

I knew DAMN WELL Rhett wasn’t lasting no minute, not at this pace.  But that wasn’t the point.

“Who is a fucking sissy bitch cuckold?”  I ask as the wet sloppy sounds of my stroking fill the air.

“I… I am!”  He grunts.

“Which brother has the smallest cock?  Tell me!”

“ME!”  His big body begins to tighten up as he tries to hold back his nut.  “I’ve got…the smallest cock!”

“Which brother fucked me better?  Hmm?”

“B-Bret!  Bret fucked you better.”  He gasps.  “H-he fucked you better…than I ever could.  Deeper, bigger, better.”

"Who is the better lover?"

"BRET!"

“Don’t you dare fucking cum you little bitch!”  I say as I could hear by his sexy submissive mewls that he was right on the edge.  “It’s not even thirty sec…”

“GNNNNNGHHHH!!!”  Rhett can’t hold it back as a rope of creamy jizz shoots right across the whole damn table to splatter against the window!  Instantly I let go of his dick to watch it buck and jerk in midair as all stimulation ceases at the most crucial time.  “Hnnngh.”  He moans as if in pain.  He goes to reach for his dick himself to milk his orgasm but I slap his hand away.

“Leave it!”

“Ohhmmmm!”  He whimpers and whines through his ruined orgasm as globs of cum dribble from his throbbing dick.

The whole time I continue to bully him.  “Thirty fucking seconds?  Are you serious?  You couldn’t even make it half a minute?  Look at that sad little thing, fucking pathetic.  Is that it?  Look at that sad little cuck load sputtering out of those tiny balls.  Bret could cum three times as much as that.  Look at him on the screen, fucking me so good.  He’s not close to nutting like a little bitch, not like you cuck.”

“Nnnnngh!”  Rhett’s body writhes and humps the air as his unsatisfying climax peters off leaving him frustrated by a lack of true release but spent nonetheless.  It was glorious.  Huffing and puffing he looks at me with big pitiful puppy dog eyes as the sound of Bret’s thrusting grunts and my lilting yowls continue on unabated.

I stand and look into him deeply.  “Who is the better man?”

His shoulders sag as I see that air of defeat that had been hanging over him for a month return.  His head bows and his eyes lower.  “Bret.  Bret is the better man.”

“Wrong.”  I say as I lift his chin and make him look me in the eyes again, my dominant act melting away.  “You are the better man.”  I say softly.  “The better man, for me.  The only man for me.”

“Emiko…”

“You are my king.  You are my alpha.  You are MY man and I am your woman.  I don’t want Bret, I want YOU!”  I say as I rest my slender hands on his wide pecs, my heart glowing.  “You are the one.  The only one I want to wake up next to.  The only one I want to share my life with.  The only one I would have trusted enough to have been with another man for.”  I say.  “Only one man’s ring will ever go on this finger…if he ever around to giving me one.”  I give him a little pinch to the gut.  “You baby.  Only you.”

He shakes his head.  “I…don’t deserve…”

“You stupid fucking pencil dick sissy bitch cuckold, I LOVE YOU!”  I grab his head and plant a hard, deep kiss on my silly man and there I hold him for a long long time.

As our lips part he looks stunned.  “Woah!”

I laugh.  “You have a kink baby.  I don’t care.  In fact, I love it!”

“You do?”

“Yes!  I love it because I love you.  I want to make you happy baby.  I want you to share it with me.  I want to be the woman of your dreams.  I want you to be honest with me, honesty is soooo fucking sexy.  I’m not going to pretend I understand it but…I want to be a part of it.”  I say with feeling.  “I’ve learned some things about myself too and I want you with me.  I trust you, I know I am safe with you, I would do anything for you baby.  Can’t you see…?”  Tears begin to roll down my cheeks.  I laugh as I wipe them away.  “God damn it, I swore to myself I wouldn’t cry.”

He gazes down at me as if truly seeing me for the first time in weeks.  “Emiko…you…I…I’ve been such a…selfish…prideful…fool.”  He shakes his head and gives me the most beautiful honest smile I had seen from him in far too long.  Wiping a tear from my cheek with one of his stout thumbs he quips.  “You women, always getting so emotional about stuff.  Geez.”

“Shut up!”  I giggle.

“I love you Em.”  He pulls me into a big all encompassing embrace, his huge body and strong arms feeling as good as ever, and lays a hard manly kiss into me.  I could feel his still dribbling dick smearing across my skirt but I couldn’t have cared less.

“Mmmmm!”  I swoon.  

There in the bright kitchen, him naked from the waist down and the erotic sounds of me and his little brother playing in the background, we share the deepest and most passionate kiss of our relationship.

The kiss parts and we stare at each other more in love than ever.  Then, at last, I see that subtle swagger and roguish grin return to my man.  With an impish twinkle in his eyes he glances over to the dildo.  “Bret Junior?”

I titter and confess.  “I just bought it today.  I haven’t actually used it.”

“Oh?”  His grin widens.  “Seems a shame not to at least test it out.”

“You naughty, naughty boy!”

“Scared little girl?”  He winks.

I return a most devilish grin.  “Oh, I know I can handle it…but can you?”

His face drops, his jaw flaps open, and his eyes bulge.  “Ohhh shit!”

After a stunned instant, the meaning of my words sinking in, Rhett bursts into action.  In one swift motion he effortlessly scoops me up off of the floor.  With me cradled in his strong arms he leans in and grabs the fat silicone cock in one hand and the lube in the other.  Our love stronger than it had ever been, with me wiggling and giggling and feeling on top of the world, Rhett carries me to our bedroom where our new sexual explorations could at last begin without shame or regret or judgment.  I love my man.  I love my soul mate.  I love my cuck.  And he loves me.

The End?