So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 15) (Patreon)

Sorry this one's taken a while! Had a busy couple of weeks and also been working on a bunch of writer admin stuff that's distracted me from my writing. Hopefully this one's worth the wait!

Where we left off in Part 14 Frank had a guy coming over and you had to decide whether to pre-lube him or hold your load for later. You guys (wisely) chose to show some restraint.

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God, you’d love to fuck him right now. But you don’t want to do anything that might detract from the feeling of finally getting to see him with another man. The torture of having to restrain yourself, and the release of finally blowing your load when they’re about to climax themselves, is something you don’t want to deny yourself.

“I’ll wait till he’s here,” you tell Frank. “He’s okay with me watching?”

Frank shrugs. “Guess so. I told him I have a cuck boyfriend who might want to watch, and he didn’t seem to have any issues.”

You feel the thrill of embarrassment. “You told him I’m a cuckold?”

“Of course.” Frank seems surprised you’d even ask. “How else would I explain you sitting in the corner watching us and jerking off like a creep?”

When he puts you like that you realise just how pathetic you seem. But having him acknowledge it feels better than you probably would have thought it would.

Frank goes to have a shower and get ready for his visitor. You get up and, not really knowing what else to do in the situation, make the bed. You pore over it carefully, trying to make it a perfect altar for the ritual that’s about to be performed on it while doing your best to make it look like the covers had been laid out effortlessly so as not to seem over the top. Once you’ve done that you wonder if you should have breakfast, but your stomach is too full of butterflies to really entertain the idea. So you make yourself another coffee, which is probably just going to make you more agitated than you already are, but too bad.

You’re putting away dishes when you hear Frank buzz the guy in. Here goes. This is really happening.

A minute later there’s a knock on the door. Frank opens it to reveal the guy he’s picked from the selection that had made themselves available to him online. You check him out from across the room and you see that Frank must have a type — a type that looks nothing like you — because this guy bears a resemblance to the guy Frank hooked up with at the club last night, except clean shaven and a little darker in skin tone. The guy looks dressed for the gym, or maybe just dressed for getting his clothes off easily.

“Hey,” the guy says. “Frank?”

“Yeah,” Frank replies. “Come in. Joe, right?”

Joe nod in response, and then sees me watching from the kitchen. “Hey man,” he says to you, before looking back at Frank. “This the boyfriend?”

“Yup. Joe, this is Sam. Sam, Joe.”

“Hi,” you say, hearing your voice shake. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too, man.”

“So you’re okay with my boyfriend being there, right?” Frank asks him.

“Don’t see why not,” he replies with a shrug. He looks over at me. “Just watching, not participating, right?”

“That’s right,” you tell him.

“Cool, yeah, fine by me,” he says. “Your boyfriend explained you’re a cuck.”

The words seem to echo in your ears. You’ve never had a stranger call you a cuck to your face before. It sounds so aggressive having that word directed at you, even though Joe’s said it as casually as if it were barely worth commenting on. It feels humiliating and it makes your dick starts to shift in response. You wonder if you’re supposed to say something; it feels almost like you should try explain your kink to justify your embarrassing request to watch. But you stay silent.

“You want a drink or something?” Frank asks.

“Nah, not for me thanks,” Joe replies. “I reckon maybe we should get straight down to it.” He lifts his eyebrows and gives Frank a hint of a grin.

Frank smiles back and gives a nod. “Sounds good to me. This way.” He takes Joe into the bedroom. You wait a second or two for an invite before realising you’re not going to get one, and you follow them in.

Joe wastes no time. He pulls his sweatshirt and t-shirt off in one go and drops his sweatpants to the floor. You can see immediately from the shape of the bulge in his underwear that he’s packing, and Frank goes for it immediately, sliding one hand beneath the waistband of Joe’s underwear and exploring it with his hand. 

You come around for a better angle, which prompts Frank to notice you. “Sit over there,” he orders, gesturing at the corner with a flick of his head. “And keep quiet.” It comes as a shock; he’s never ordered you around like that. Having him put you in your place — literally —  in front of a stranger feels emasculating.

You obediently shuffle over to the corner. You’re not sure whether to sit or stand, but you feel like you should be as unobtrusive as possible so you drop to the ground and sit in the corner, knees brought up to your chest and arms wrapped around them.

Frank already has Joe’s cock in his mouth; he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with Joe standing over him, looking down approvingly at the way he’s taking it. 

Frank takes it out of his mouth long enough to say, “I love your cock. So fat. Can’t wait to see what it feels like in my ass.”

“Let’s not keep you waiting then,” Joe says. “Get up.”

Frank stands up, and the two of them kiss for a few seconds. Then Joe tells him, “Get on the bed. On all fours.” Frank does what he’s told, getting into position on his hands and knees with his ass facing Joe. Joe, still standing next to the bed, lightly caresses Frank’s skin, running his fingers from his hole to his balls. Frank lets out an excited gasp at being touched there. “Fuck,” he says.

Joe stops long enough to kick off his shoes and trousers. He picked up his trousers and produces a little cardboard packet from the pocket. You recognise the kind, the ones with a condom and a sachet of lube that they give out at the gay bars and the clinics. You’re relieved he came prepared, because you realise you’re not sure if you and Frank even own and condoms yourselves. 

Joe rips the lube packet open with his teeth. He applies some to his fingers and rubs it on Frank’s hole, eliciting an approving moan. By the way Frank’s eyes widen, and the way he tenses for a second before letting the tension melt away, that Joe must be loosening up Frank’s hole with his fingers. 

“You ready?” Joe asks.

“Yeah,” Frank replies. He looks over at me. “You ready?”

“Yes.” You’re readier than you’ve ever been. 

Joe puts a condom on and slathers it in a generous helping of lube. Then, laying a hand on each of Frank’s ass cheeks, he lines himself up and starts to slowly penetrate Frank.

Frank’s eyes widen again. “Oh fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck, it’s thick.”

“You okay?” Joe asks, pausing from penetrating him any further.

“Yeah,” Frank says. “It feels good. Just not used to taking something this thick.” As he says it he looks at you pointedly, making the comparison obvious.

Joe resumes what he’s doing. Once he’s fully in he pauses for a few seconds, giving time for Frank’s ass to get used to being stretched out. He pulls Frank a bit closer to get him in the perfect position. Then, standing behind Frank he starts to pump his ass.

Joe has a look of concentration as he grips Frank’s ass and pumps it hard, over and over. Frank’s eyes are clenched shut, his face scrunched up into a look that could be pain or pleasure but that you know is probably a mix of both. The sex isn’t primal, the way you had expected it to be. There’s no lust or desire in either of their eyes as they fuck; they’re not even looking at each other. It’s transactional, a meeting of basic needs as two men help each other get the release they need. That doesn’t make it any less arousing for you though; the indifference of it all makes it even more of a gut punch for you because it’s clear that Frank hasn’t been seduced or given into desire, he’s just decided he wants to get fucked and that just about anyone will do as long as it’s not you. Frank’s body, his hole, has needs that he’s realised you can no longer meet, which has been your fantasy since the first time the thought ever crossed your mind all those months ago.

You realise you’ve been to engrossed in watching them to even consider touching yourself. But the throbbing of your cock calls to you and reminds you how turned on you are. Scrunched up like a ball on the floor makes it almost impossible to jerk off, so you get up onto your knees, still staying close to the ground, and you pull out your dick and start to stroke it.

Joe sees you jerking off. “You want in on this?” he asks, gesturing at Frank.

You consider it for half a second. Now that you’re so horny the idea of being able to slide your dick into one of Frank’s holes is pretty appealing. But you know that actually, watching and staying out of the action is far hotter than fucking him could ever be, and you don’t want to lose that.

Not that you have a chance anyway, because before you can even answer Frank does it for you. “No!” he says firmly. He looks you in the eye. “Don’t you dare. Just fucking sit there and watch.”

That supercharges your dick and almost makes you blow your load on the spot. You see a couple of droplets of precum, and you take your hand off your dick as though it’s a hot frying pan, desperate to make sure you don’t cum too early. 

Frank’s looking at you now as he gets fucked. And he’s getting vocal. “Fuck yeah,” he groans. “Fuck me harder.” Joe obliges and steps up the speed and the force. “Fuck! Fuck, yeah, like that. Show my boyfriend how a real man does it!”

That’s it, you can’t restrain yourself any more once you hear that. You grab your dick and you jerk it furiously to the moans of your boyfriend who seems to be taking pleasure in making you feel inferior to the stranger fucking him.

“Fuck!” Frank’s moaning, over and over. Then, “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum!”

Joe steps up the pace even further, and you wonder if it’s to make sure he gets to cum first before Frank climaxes and makes him pull out. He’s got a scowl of concentration on his face now as he pounds away. You’re close too, so close.

“Fuck! Ugh.” The noises coming from Frank are making it clear he’s absolutely on the verge. You see his hard dick swinging back and forth with the force of every one of Joe’s thrusts, and suddenly you see him shoot ropes of cum all over the bed.

That’s enough to set you off, and your dick erupts a moment later, cum landing on the bedroom floor. And Joe’s not far behind, taking one last thrust and burying his dick deep in Frank’s ass as he releases with a grunt.

The room is silent except for the three of you breathing deeply.

Finally Joe pulls out. You can finally get a proper look at it his dick now, and you can see that Frank wasn’t lying. It’s fat, with a fat mushroom of a head. He pulls the condom off, and without tying it up he tosses it carelessly on the bed to let his cum dribble out and absorb into the fabric of the sheets. He gives Frank’s ass a gentle slap. “Fuck. Thanks, man.”

Frank collapses onto the bed and rolls over onto his back. Joe pulls on his underwear and starts to put his clothes on. You put away your own dick and wipe the cum on your hands onto your tee-shirt.

Joe glances over at me as he gets dressed. “Never met a cuck before,” he says. “You been doing this for long?”

“This is actually our first time,” you admit. “Well, my first time watching.”

“Not my first time getting fucked,” Frank volunteers. “Last night he caught me cheating on him and he jerked off while he secretly listened to us. So this time I thought I’d be nice and let him get a look at the action.” 

Joe laughs. Like properly cracks up, like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard in ages. You feel even more humiliated than you did watching him fuck your boyfriend. “Oh shit dude,” he says to you when the laughter finally subsides, “that’s fucking embarrassing. Don’t you want to put up a fight? Like, protect your territory? If I had a man that fucked around on me there’d be hell to pay.”

You just shrug. “I’m just into it. I don’t know why, but…”

“I guess some guys are just made different,” Joe says, lacing up his shoe and standing up. “Works out well for me if it means I get to fuck your man’s ass.”

“Works out well for me too,” Frank says.

That makes Joe laugh again. “Well if you’re up for doing it again some time feel free to hit me up.”

“Definitely,” Frank replies. Something about the way he says it makes you think he has no intention of following through though. Not that he wasn’t into it; it’s obvious he was. But now that Frank’s discovered this new side of himself you have a feeling he’s going to work his way through every guy on the grid just because he knows he can. You’ve created a monster and it’s got an appetite that you don’t know how many men it’ll take to fill.

Joe lets himself out, and the two of you are alone, Frank lying on the bed and you still kneeling in the corner. “You like that?” Frank asks.

“God, it was so hot.” It feels a little humiliating to say but it also feels good to be honest about it. 

“I wasn’t too mean to you?” he asks.

“No. I didn’t expect you to say some of that stuff though. How did you know I’d like that?”

“I didn’t,” he says. “That wasn’t for your benefit. But it’s good to know you like it too. Next time maybe I’ll take it further.”

“So there’s going to be a next time?”

“Well yeah of course. So,” he stands up, “why don’t you clean up in here and change the sheets while I’m in the shower. That way it’ll be ready for the next guy I invite over.”

“The next guy?” It turns you on immensely that he’s already thinking about the next guy. “When do you think that will be?”

Frank just shrugs as he walks out of the room. “I’ll let you know when he’s on his way over.”

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That's the end of that path of the story. Kind of a tease I know, because it sounds like the future is going to be a filled with a lot of sex with a lot of guys, and you only get to hear about the first one! But I got to leave some things to the imagination, right?

Anyway, where do you want to pick up next? Back at the bar, do you want to pick up from Part 4 and see what happens if you bring Elijah home with you instead of letting Frank go home with him? Or do you want to pick up from Part 2 (when you first called Frank out for checking out another man) and see what happens if you never give him the green light to go dance with Elijah in the first place?