So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 7) (Patreon)

In Part Six you told your boyfriend you're keen for him to see Elijah again, and you asked for permission to watch this time. So tonight's the night. Hope this one was worth the wait!

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That’s how twenty-four hours later you find yourself sitting in your living room across from Frank and Elijah, watching the sexual tension build between the two of them as they each drink a beer and make small talk. They’re sitting together on the sofa positioned to face each other, Frank’s knee resting against Elijah’s thigh; you can almost feel the sexual electricity that must be passing between them right now. You can tell from the vibes they’re only minutes away from fucking. 

You can’t believe Elijah’s about to fuck your boyfriend while you watch.

You’re surprised he agreed to it. You figure most guys would find it awkward and a little fucked up. But it seems like you’ve hit the jackpot; you would have never expected the first guy Frank flirted with would end up giving him the time of his life, and be willing to indulge your cuckold fantasy.

He’s barely talked to you since he came in, other than a polite greeting and a handshake. The two of them have been talking about nothing much, but you can tell by the tone of Frank’s voice that he’s completely enamoured with the guy.

Eventually there’s a break in the conversation, and Elijah turns to look at me. “So, Frank tells me you want to watch us fuck.” The way he says it has so many undertones that I’m not sure are real or in my imagination. He almost sounds a little amused by it, but at the same time blasé enough that it’s as though he gets asked it all the time. There’s something about the inflexion in his voice that suggests he hasn’t decided whether to give me permission yet, even though I know he has — he said so to Frank. I guess he’s just messing with me a bit. 

“Yeah,” I reply. “If that’s okay with you.”

He chuckles. “Sure man, fine by me.” To Frank he asks, “Okay with you?”

“Of course,” Frank says.

“You get off on it too?”

Frank shrugs. “Haven’t tried it yet. You’re our first.”

“Oh wow,” There’s a look of mild surprise on his face, followed by a look of exaggerated humility like he’s accepting an oscar. “I’m honoured.” He gives me a grin. “Guess I’d better put on a pretty good show then.”

You find yourself strangely turned on by how unseriously he’s taking this, and unfazed he is about the idea of you watching him in action. An attitude like that only comes from the confidence of knowing you can deliver.

“Speaking of putting on a good show,” he says to Frank, “how about you get down here and get me started?” He gestures at his crotch.

“Sure.” Frank slips down onto his knees on the floor in front of Elijah, looking up at him as he gets into position. He unbuckles Elijah’s belt, unzips his fly, reaches in and pulls out his cock, which is not fully hard yet but growing by the second. A few seconds of stroking it and it’s hard and straight; it really is long, just like he told you. But slowly he manages to take it all in until the length of it fully disappears down his throat. 

Elijah keeps drinking his beer, letting out the occasional satisfied sigh as Frank attentively sucks his cock and fondles his balls. “Ah,” he sighs at one point, “yeah, like that.”

Your dick is as hard as marble at this point. You’ve always wondered what it would be like to watch your boyfriend on his knees sucking some other guy’s cock, and now you finally get to find out. 

Elijah gives me a grin. “You’re a lucky man, with a boyfriend who can suck dick like this.”

Honestly though, Frank looks like he’s sucking Elijah’s dick a lot more enthusiastically, with much more thorough attention, than he has with mine any time lately. If he was sucking my cock he would have given his jaw a break by now and jerked me off with his hand for a bit. But he was not letting up for a second, he was giving Elijah’s cock all the attention it deserved, greedily taking it far down his throat till he gagged and spluttered, but not letting that stop him.

You can feel damp in your underwear and you realise your cock is leaking, despite the fact that you haven’t even touched it yet.

Eventually Elijah gently guides Frank’s mouth off his cock, and tilts his chin to look up at him.“Where’s the bedroom?”

Frank gets up off his knees and takes Elijah’s hand, leading him towards the bedroom. For a few seconds you just sit there, not sure if you’re allowed to follow. But just as they’re reaching the doorway Elijah glances back at you and asks, “You coming or not?”

You jump up from your chair and follow them into the bedroom.

There’s nowhere to sit down other than the bed, and you feel like that would be a bit too intrusive. So you stand a respectful distance away, in the corner of the room, while the two of them slowly collapse onto the bed. They’re taking their shirts off, and within seconds they’re skin-on-skin, muscular bodies pressing together. Elijah’s jeans are around his knees, and Frank helps him get them all the way off. He’s undoing his own trousers now, and Elijah wastes no time in getting his hand down Frank’s underwear. You can see the way Frank closes his eyes in absolute bliss when Elijah’s hand touches his cock; you know it’s more than just the sensation, it’s the anticipation, the novelty of having a hand touch it that’s not the same one he’s been used to for years. 

They’re making out, slowly stroking each other’s cocks.

“You want me to fuck you?” Elijah asks Frank between kisses.

“Yeah. Of course I do.”

“Good. You got a condom?”

Frank pauses and suddenly looks concerned. “Oh, shit,” he says. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. Sam haven’t used them with each other in years, so you’re the first guy we’d need one for…”

“I’ll look!” you volunteer. You’re kicking yourself for not thinking about this yourself and being prepared. You don’t want this moment to end without them fucking. You go to the bedside table and start rummaging through the drawers. “Don’t stop!” you tell them, “you guys just enjoy yourselves.”

They’re doing just that, and it’s hard to focus on what you’re looking for when you can see them out of the corner of your eye, pressed up against each other, making out vigorously, the tip of Elijah’s cock rubbing back and forth across Frank’s hole as they grind against each other.

Fuck. No condoms in your bedside table. You go to Frank’s and start picking through its contents frantically, praying you’ll find one in there. Maybe you could offer to go to the store; it would mean you’d miss so much of the action though, but if it meant you got to see them fuck…

Then you see one -- no, two — at the back of the drawer. You breathe a sigh of relief. “Found one!” you say, grabbing it and handing it over to Elijah. You also hand him the tube of lube Frank keeps in there.

“Good work bro,” Elijah says. He tears open the wrapper and slides the condom onto his cock, rolling and rolling it till it’s all the way to the base of his cock — longer than you realised they made condoms. He slathers it roughly with lube, lifts Frank’s legs into the air and enters him in one long, graceful motion. Frank lets out a moan as it buries himself deep inside of him.

“That what you needed?” Elijah asks him.

“Fuck yes!” he says, folding his legs up into foetal position and pulling Elijah in close.

I’m still kneeling there on the floor by the open bedside drawer, and just stay there, entranced by the sight of that long sabre of a cock smoothly sliding in and out in long, deep thrusts that make Frank cry out each time. The look on Frank’s face you can only describe as euphoric, his eyes closed and brow furrowed like he can barely handle how good it feels. Elijah, on the other hand, has a look of relaxed pleasure on his face as he holds onto Frank’s legs and pumps his ass.

You wonder if it’s okay for you to take your own dick out. You never asked, you don’t know if they’re expecting that or if they’d think it was weird. To be honest, neither of them have even glanced in your direction for some time, and you wonder if they’ve even remembered you’re there. 

You start to reach into your cock, but quickly pull your hand away when you see Elijah open his eyes and look in your direction. He pulls out of Frank, and lets go of his legs. “How about you get on top of me,” he suggests. “Let’s show your boyfriend how you rode me on Saturday night.”

Frank doesn’t need any more encouragement than that. They two of them flip positions, Elijah lying on the bed, long cock sticking up like the mast on a ship. Frank lowers his ass down onto it, and I see it swallow up every centimetre of cock as he impales himself on it. “Fuck, it feels so deep,” he moans, and for a few seconds he just sits there, motionless, his own rigid cock twitching involuntarily. Then, slowly at first, he lifts himself up the length of Elijah’s cock, and plants himself back down to the base, letting out another little moan. “Oh fuck.”

Then he goes for it. He starts to buck up and down with speed and force, slamming his ass down on Elijah’s cock as hard, as deep as he can, so hard that the bed starts to thud with the movement of it. Elijah’s just lying there, one arm folded behind his head, the other resting on Frank’s ass, not having to do a thing while Frank’s slides up and down the length of his cock.

“Fuck I can’t hold out much longer,” Frank says. “I’m so close.”

“I am too,” Elijah says.

You’ve been too absorbed to even touch yourself, but now, hearing that they’re close, you give in to the urge to touch yourself too. You want to cum when they cum, as though it somehow makes you a part of their sex. You reach into your trousers, take a firm grip of your cock, and start to jerk it with the same intensity you see in front of you.

“Oh fuck,” Frank’s moaning. He stops bouncing up and down and instead he’s grinding, with Elijah’s dick as deep in him as it can possibly be, letting it hit some kind of angle inside him that must be giving him some intense pleasure. He’s not even touching his cock but you can tell by his moan that he’s on the verge of exploding. And sure enough, with a long, ecstatic groan a loud erupts from his cock, landing all over Elijah’s chest.

“Fuck, I’m coming too!” Elijah says. He grips Frank by the hips and for a few seconds his pumps his cock furiously, his face screwing up until with a deep, “ahhhhhh,” you can tell that he’s cumming inside Frank.

You imagine Elijah’s cock, still pulsing inside Frank’s ass. You imagine the load he’s just released. You imagine how wrecked Frank’s hole must be from the pounding he’s just given it riding dick like that. 

That’s not what finally sets you off though. All that is hot for sure, hotter than just about anything you’ve ever seen. But the thing that tips you over the edge is seeing Frank, still sitting on Elijah’s cock, lean over and give him a tender, lingering kiss. You see all the bliss and awe and connection in that one tiny act and you’re overwhelmed with an orgasm that hits you like a bus.

You freeze, reeling for a few seconds. Then you take your hand out of your trousers to find it covered with cum which you surreptitiously wipe off onto the bedding where they can’t see. Not that they’d notice, they’re still making out gently.

Frank finally pulls himself off Elijah’s dick and flops down onto the bed. You see the condom on Elijah’s dick, full with his load. He squeezes it tight above the tip of his cock so none will escape, and he carefully rolls the condom off his dick. Then, still pinching it closed he hands it in your direction. “Take this for me,” he says.

For a second or two you just look at it, admiring how heavy and full it looks. Then you reach out and take it, with the kind of reverence you’d reserve for an artefact in a museum. To you it’s just as valuable.

You tie it closed, and for a while you hold it in your hand. It feels warm. God, it turns you on just looking at it. You only just came but you can already feel a tingle in your dick. You should probably stop looking at it, it’ll probably seem weird. But again, no one’s paying any attention to you: Frank and Elijah are back to making out again. So you just hold it for a while longer, marvelling at it and at the mental image of his long cock pulsing out this load inside your boyfriend. Then finally, reluctantly, you put it in the trash bin.

You leave the two of them alone while you go to clean up the sticky mess that’s started to go cold in your underwear. No one says anything as you leave, but as you’re coming out of the bathroom Frank emerges from the bedroom.

“How was it?” he asks.

It takes you a while to form the words. “Good. Really good. How as it for you?”

“Amazing.” He gives you this blissful, goofy grin, and you’re not sure you can quite fathom how good the sex must have been to make him feel that good. You wonder how you’ll ever be able to live up to it again. Although right now you have an urge to try; you wonder if Frank would be up for getting fucked again once Elijah is gone.

“Thank you,” you say. When he looks at you quizzically you explain: “For letting me be there and see it.”

“Of course!” he says. “You don’t have to thank me, I wanted you there. I wanted you to enjoy it.”

He kisses me on the cheek. I think he’s going to brush pass me and go into the bathroom to get himself cleaned up, but instead he stands there. As though he has something to say.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Well, uhh,” he seems a little hesitant to ask. “Elijah reckons he could probably go again in a bit. So I was wondering if you felt like having him stay over?”

“Stay over?” you parrot back to him. “Like, stay the night?”

He nods. “We don’t have to, of course. I just thought…” He doesn’t finish the sentence.