So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 18) (Patreon)

In Part 17 told Frank you wanted him to see Elijah again. So here's their next meeting. Hope you enjoy it.

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You know immediately what you want, and that’s for Frank to get fucked by Elijah again. But you’ve got enough commonsense to know that you should think with your head and not your dick, and that you should give it a day or two to reflect and decide if it’s what you really want. So you say to Frank, “Okay if I think about it for a bit?”

“Of course,” Frank says. “I want to make sure you’re comfortable with whatever we do.”

“We?” you ask.

“Yeah, of course. We’re in this together, right? Even if I’m the only one getting laid.”

So you leave it at that, with you taking some time to think it over. Not that there’s much to decide, though — the more you think about it the more excited you are to see it happen. So you don’t even manage to go two days before you tell Frank you’re happy with him seeing Elijah again. He looks pleased when you tell him. “That’s good timing,” he says, “because he just messaged me about twenty minutes ago.”

“For what?” you ask, realising the question sounds stupid the moment it comes out of your mouth.

“He was checking what I’m up to tonight,” Frank says.

“Oh.” You feel a lump in your throat.

“What do you think I should tell him?”

“Uh, uh—” you stammer. “What do you want to tell him?”

He cocks his head, like he’s making a show of thinking about it. “Well I’m not up to anything much,” he says. “My night is completely free. So I guess that means it’s a good time for him to come over.”

He looks at you expectantly and you realise he’s waiting for your permission. You nod enthusiastically. “If you want to you should do it,” you tell him.

“Okay.” He grabs his phone and knocks out a message. A minute or so later he gets a response. 

“He’s keen,” Frank tells you. “He can come over in about half an hour.” He starts typing something back.

“Oh shit,” you mutter. It’s suddenly getting real real again.

“You okay?” Frank asks.

You nod. “Yeah. It’s just… it makes me nervous, that’s all.”

“You sure you want me to go through with it?”

“Definitely,” you say. “The nerves are part of the fun.” At least you think they are; you’re still not quite sure how this all works yet.

Frank looks at his phone. “He wants to know if you’ll be here.”

“He asked about me?” You’re surprised he even remembered you existed.

“He just asked ‘is your boyfriend going to be home’.” He types a response.

“Do you think he’ll mind?” you ask.

Frank shrugs. “He didn’t mind last time.”

Your groin tingles with arousal as you speculate — for about the hundredth time — what was going through Elijah’s mind when he figured out you were Frank’s boyfriend. You wonder if he realised you were a cuck, or if he thought you and Frank just had an extremely chill open relationship. You wondered if he felt smug knowing that he got to have your boyfriend while you sat outside. Or, the hottest thought of all: if he didn’t think about you at all.

The half hour goes fast and before you know it Elijah’s at the front door. Your heart is pounding as Frank lets him in and the two of them greet each other a little awkwardly, like they’re not sure whether to shake hands or kiss. Elijah gives you a little nod and a “hey” as he comes in, but doesn’t say any more than that to you.

“You want a drink?” Elijah offers.

He shakes his head. “I’m good, thanks.”

You figure that’s a signal he wants to get straight into it, and it seems as though Frank interprets it the same way. “Should we…?” He gestures to the bedroom, and Elijah follows him in there. 

Just as Frank’s about to shut the bedroom door Elijah stops him with a hand against the door. “How about we keep it open?” he suggests. When Frank looks surprised, he explains, “I have a feeling your boyfriend would enjoy the view.”

Frank glances at you and grins. “Sure.” He removes his hand from the door handle and heads to the bed. You can’t believe your luck.

With the door open you have a decent view of them in the bedroom as they get their shirts off. Frank’s already stripped down to his underwear by the time Elijah steps out of his shoes, drops his jeans and kicks them off. They grab each other, make out, their bodies pressed together. You wonder if they can feel the shape of each other’s hard cocks pressed against them.

Elijah gets 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. Not yours.

Frank slips a hand into Elijah’s underwear too, and now they’re making out, slowly stroking each other’s cocks.

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

“Yeah,” Frank says. “Not yet though.” He drops to his knees and pulls down the waistband of Elijah’s underwear enough to release his cock. You can’t see it from this angle, but you can see Frank’s face as he goes down on it. 

They continue like that for a few minutes, satisfied sighs coming from Elijah and appreciative, muffled moans coming from Frank as he enjoys every inch of Elijah’s cock. Eventually though Frank stops. “Fuck me,” he says.

Frank goes for the bedside table and pulls out some condoms and lube. That takes you by surprise: the two of you don’t use condoms with each other, which means he’s obviously gone out and bought some. That thought alone would be enough to turn you on if you weren’t already beside yourself with arousal at watching them.

Frank gets on the bed, on his back. Elijah lays himself gently down on him, parting his legs and pushing them into the air to get a good view of Frank’s hole. They’re making out vigorously, and you can see the tip of Elijah’s cock rubbing back and forth across Frank’s hole as they grind against each other.

Elijah 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. He slathers it roughly with lube and slides it slowly into Frank’s ass. 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.

Now you finally know what it feels like to see another man with his dick in your boyfriend’s ass, and honestly, it’s hotter than you ever could have realised. Your dick is rock solid, and you feel like you could cum without even touching it. 

You can see Elijah’s ass clench and release with each thrust into Frank. And you can tell by the long, gliding thrusts that his dick must be reaching places inside Frank that hadn’t been touched for a long time. Frank is moaning, loving it. He wraps his legs around Elijah’s waist, his moans muffled as the two of them kiss. The two of them are completely connected, completely intertwined.

They go on like that for longer than your sex with Frank usually lasts, before they stop for a ten second breather and a change of positions. Elijah lies on the bed, and you get a good look at his long cock standing tall. “Get on,” he says, and Frank lowers his ass down onto it. You watch in amazement as Frank’s ass swallow up every centimetre of cock “Fuck, it feels so deep,” he moans, and for a few seconds he just sits there, motionless, and you wonder if he’s going to cum there and then. But slowly he lifts himself up the length of Elijah’s cock, and then lowers 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. You see every muscle in Frank’s back and ass flexing and rippling as he sits up straight and bounces himself up and down on Elijah’s dick, moaning uncontrollably by this point. Every time he bounces up you see inches of Elijah’s dick revealed, before seeing it disappear again as it’s swallowed up.

Your dick is aching at this point, and you finally give yourself permission to touch it. You don’t take it out of your trousers, you just sit there with your hands down your pants jerking yourself off with a death grip as you enjoy the show.

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

“I am too,” Elijah says.

Knowing they’re close triggers something inside you, and suddenly you feel like you’re about to cum any second. You hope you can last till they do; you’ve only been touching yourself for a couple of minutes, and they’ve been at it for close to an hour. But you realise that it’s way too late for that. The orgasm surges through you, you feel your balls contract as they release, and suddenly you’re shooting your load. 

“Oh fuck,” Frank’s moaning. He stops bouncing up and down and instead he’s grinding back and forth on Elijah’s dick. It must be so deep in there. He’s not even touching his cock but you can tell by his moan that he’s on the verge of exploding. You can’t see his cock from this angle, but when he lets out a long, ecstatic groan you know he’s climaxing.

“Fuck, I’m coming too!” Elijah says. He grips Frank by the hips and for a few seconds his pumps his cock furiously, until he clenches, as deep inside as possible, and you hear a grunt as he cums 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. 

You expect Frank to get off Elijah, but the two of them stay there for another minute or so. You can tell they’re kissing, and you want to go up close to get a good view of the looks on their faces as they share this affectionate, post-sex moment. But you know that’s not for you to see. Instead you just sit there, semen growing cold and seeping into your underwear.

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. He ties it and drops it on the bed next to him.

“Thanks,” Frank says.

“No problem,” Elijah replies. “Thanks for giving up that ass for me again.”

“Any time,” Frank replies. You’re not sure if he’s saying that because it’s the expected response, or if he actually means it. The thought of Elijah having access any time he wanted scares you, but at the same time it sounds exciting.

Elijah gets up and starts putting his clothes back on. As he does he looks over at you. “What about you?” he asks.

“Huh?” You’re not sure what he means.

“Am I going to get a thank you from you too?”

You’re not sure if he means for letting you watch, or for making you a cuckold. Either way, you appreciate both. “Thank you,” you say. It feels a little degrading to have to thank him, and that both turns you on and embarrasses you. You’re even more embarrassed when you see Frank chuckle.

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You soon find out that when Frank said ‘any time’ he meant it. The next couple of times Frank asks you if you’re up for Elijah coming over, and you eagerly agree to it. After that it becomes less asking and more informing; instead of seeking your permission Frank just tells you “Elijah’s coming over tonight,” and you accept it. After a few times Elijah stays over and you sleep on the sofa in the living room. And within a couple more times after that he’s coming over on a Friday night and staying till Sunday, the three of you hanging out in the apartment when the two of them aren’t busy fucking. Within a few weeks it’s pretty clear that despite it being unspoken, Frank now has a second boyfriend.

He’s a decent guy, Elijah. You got pretty lucky with him. He isn’t a total asshole, but he is pretty indifferent to you and he occasionally seems to enjoy reminding you of your place with a subtle dig. He insists on you thanking him each time he fucks your boyfriend too. 

It’s at this point that Frank sits you down with a serious question to ask you. “We’ve been seeing each other for a little while now,” he says. “And I figured maybe it would be good if we didn’t have to use condoms anymore.”

Your dick jumps involuntarily. The idea of Frank’s ass being flooded with Elijah’s seed turns you on like nothing else; you’ve never admitted it, but when you fantasise about the two of them together, in your mind’s eye there’s never a condom in sight. You’d always assumed it wouldn’t happen though, because you know that it’s never going to be totally risk free, and Frank had never expressed any interest in doing it. Until now.