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This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach ever since our dinner with Benjy. Was I just drunk and imagined what I thought I’d seen? I was sure it looked like an intimate moment, and they both changed the moment I came into the room. I was sure of it.

I wanted to ask Will about it the next day, but I just couldn’t be confident in what I’d seen, and I didn’t want to keep talking to him about Benjy; I felt I would annoy him.

So, I left it. And things were pretty normal in the days after the dinner. Except I couldn’t help but feel Will was being weird with me. He was just a little off, and I noticed he was taking his phone everywhere; this is not normally something he does. I tried to tell myself it was just my overactive imagination, but I couldn’t help feeling that maybe something was going on.

I just couldn’t actually believe it, though, my incredible, considerate and loyal boyfriend would never cheat or do anything. My friends called Will a puppy dog because he was so sweet and loyal. I knew he had a horny side; we fucked a lot. But I was never worried about other guys, until Benjy.

Something else was happening, though. It had started after we first met Benjy, but since the dinner at his place, it had got a lot worse. I kept having these wild fantasies of Will fucking Benjy. I saw Will with his cock buried deep inside Benjy fucking him hard as Benjy screamed in pleasure. And I got so hard imagining it. I would wake up with a rock-hard cock, having just been dreaming about them fucking. It was mad, the idea terrified me, but it also turned me on to a crazy degree. It was fucking with my head. I was trying to just push the thought away.

But one day, while Benjy was at the office and I was working from home, I was getting hard thinking about it. Eventually, I pulled my cock out and jacked off to the thought of my boyfriend cheating on me with him. I came so fucking hard.

After I felt so ashamed, what the fuck was I doing? I didn’t want my boyfriend to cheat on me. Did I?

I mean…did I?

This wicked little thought kept infecting my mind. And as much as I tried to push it away, it kept coming back. And every time it did, I got so fucking hard. I’m not even talking about a boner, but about a cock that's so hard it fucking hurts. And this pit of jealousy would take over my stomach, my whole body really, and it would make me feel like I was floating with anger and horniness.

But I started craving it, wanting it. And I wanted Will, my perfect golden retriever boyfriend, all hunky and loyal, to cheat on me. Not even fuck another guy. I wanted him to cheat.

That was the thought that had been festering in the darkest corner of my mind since we first met Benjy, and as much as I had tried to squash it, it kept growing.

Like my cock.

No, no, I wasn’t going to give in to this. It was fucking crazy.

With all this going on in my head, I was becoming more obsessed with Benjy. I was still hearing him having loud sex when I was coming home. And I couldn’t stop myself from listening in. I would hear moans as I came down the corridor, and then I would find myself walking over to his door and leaning my head against it, and listening. I loved hearing his moans and screams as some random guy fucked him. I would rub my cock through my trousers as I listened.

To my shame, one day when I came home, I heard Benjys moans, so I walked over to his door and leaned against it.

“Urghhh fuck yes, fuck me”, I heard him moan through the door.

I grabbed my cock through my trousers. I was already getting hard. But this time, I started unzipping them, and I looked down the corridor; no one was around. I pulled my cock out and started wanking as I listened to my neighbour getting fucked. This was crazy. What am I doing? If someone sees me, it will be so bad. But I was imagining that the person fucking Benjy was Will, my Will. I wanked my cock as I listened and thought of Will being the person making Benjy moan like that, and it turned me on so fucking much.

“Ohhh fuck yes, urghhh, right there yes!” Benjy moaned.

I could also hear grunting from someone else, the guy fucking Benjy. And it was so easy to imagine it was Will, and that was already getting me so close to an orgasm. I can’t shoot my load here, but my brain was not thinking straight in the moment, and I felt it building, and building, and then suddenly I shot my cum all over the floor in front of me as I came.

Fuckkkkk.

My load was huge. It covered the carpeted floor in front of Benjy’s door.

When it had passed, I realised I was standing there holding my hard cock, now dripping with cum, and the rest of it was plastered on the floor. Shit. I quickly put my cock away and did up my trousers. I could no longer hear Benjy moaning, which worries me, as maybe the guy fucking him would leave soon.

I ran to my flat, opened the door, quickly dropped my bag, and went to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. I ran back out into the corridor and tried to clean up my cum from the carpet. I felt so embarrassed. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. I wiped it as best I could, and when it seemed all cleaned up, I headed back to my door, but just as I was about to go in, Benjy’s door opened.

“Thanks for coming over,” Benjy said to a guy as he kissed him in the doorway.

The guy was a little older than Benjy, taller, well-built, and very handsome. I wasn’t surprised Benjy pulled in hot guys; he was very attractive. I tried to quietly open my door, but Benjy saw me.

“Hey Luke, you ok?” he asked, looking over at me.

I was holding the squeezed-up paper towel in my hand that I had just used to wipe up the cum I had shot all over the floor, listening to this guy fuck Benjy. And I must have gone bright red, I felt so embarrassed.

“Hi, yep, all good. Just clearing up a spill,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t read too much into it.

Benjy looked at me, then at the paper towel in my hand… then his eyes dropped to the carpet… and to the dark stains outside his front door. 

“Cool,” he said, smiling a mischievous smile.

There’s no way he could know what happened, but why did I feel he knew exactly what happened? I felt Benjy could read me like a book.

The guy was already on his phone, texting; he barely glanced at me. 

I smiled back at Benjy and took it as my cue to slip back into my apartment and close the door.

-

That night, Will fucked me in our bed. I was lying on my back with my legs spread as he fucked me while holding my ankles. His beefy-toned body over me, and his fat cock buried in me. I was furiously wanking as he fucked me, and as hot as I found this, my mind kept going to Benjy. I was looking up at Will and imagining that he was fucking Benjy right now. That the moans I heard earlier were from him fucking Benjy’s tight hole.

I felt myself getting close; it turned me on so much. I shot a huge load all over myself as Will fucked his load straight into my ass, after he collapsed on top of me and I held him as we lay together, sweaty and exhausted from an intense fuck.

I knew I had to stop this; I had to let this crazy fantasy go. Will fucking Benjy would be awful; he was the love of my life, and I don’t want to lose him to anyone. I don't want to ruin the great life we had together.

I fell asleep snuggled up to Will that night…but Benjy was still in my dreams.

-

A few days later, I was coming home from work, and I heard the familiar sound of Benjy moaning; he had another guy over. I was not going to listen this time, no more of that. I headed straight for my door and started to unlock it, but as I did, I realised the moans were louder than usual. I couldn’t help but turn and look over to his apartment, and to my surprise, his door was slightly open.

Only a small crack, but it was open. And it meant I could hear even more clearly him getting fucked.

Why was his door open? It was just too tempting. I walked slowly over to it, nervous but horny as fuck already. I leaned into the crack and listened, and I could hear the banging of a headboard, Benjy's moans, and the grunts of someone else. I pushed my head against the door, desperate to hear more, and the door moved…it opened wider.

I knew this was crazy, but again, I just wasn’t thinking with my head. My cock was in full control; my hormones had taken over. I gently pushed the door, and it opened more. I was so scared to make any sound at all and be busted, but it opened quietly. I opened it just enough to step inside…

So I did.

The moans were much louder now, and the banging of the headboard. Benjy was getting fucked hard. I made my way into the apartment as quietly as possible and headed towards the noise. Not much further down the corridor was a bedroom. I knew this because his apartment was a mirror of ours. When I got to the doorway, I saw the door was open, and the sounds of Benny being fucked were so loud now.

My heart was beating so fast, I knew this was crazy, but I just couldn’t stop myself. I looked around the doorway very slowly and peered inside…

There on his back was Benjy, legs spread and screaming and moaning as he got fucked. I could only see the back of the person fucking him.

As I looked, suddenly he looked straight at me, our eyes locked…

And he smiled.