So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 23) (Patreon)

Sorry to keep you waiting, fellas, it's been a busy couple of weeks. Car got written off so I spent most of my writing time last weekend finding a new car. Also this bit's kind of long so it took me a while to get through!

Last time you decided to go back and see what would happen if you told Frank and Elijah you wanted to watch, that first night when Elijah came home with you. So, here it is.

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Fuck it. You’re doing it. “I’d be keen to watch though,” you say, “if you’re okay with that.”

Elijah takes a second to react, and in that moment you worry if you’ve made it weird. But then he shrugs and just says, “If you want, man.”

That was easier than you were expecting. You wonder if you should say thank you or something, but you decide to say nothing.

The three of you get into a cab, you in the front and the two of them in the back. Once you’ve told the driver where to go the silence suddenly seems incredibly awkward, but you’re not sure if that’s just in your head.

Eventually Elijah breaks the silence though. “So, are you a cuck or something?” he asks.

You let out a nervous laugh, caught off guard by the question and by the casual way he just threw it out there. You don’t want to have to answer him here, in the taxi, with the driver sitting right there to witness your confession. You want to pretend like the question was a joke. But after a long silence you realise he’s serious and he’s waiting for an answer.

“Well, um, yeah, kind of,” you say. Kind of. Who the hell are you kidding? You’re on your way home to watch your husband get fucked by a stranger and it’s your greatest fantasy come true. You’re way more than kind of a cuck.

You see the diver glance in your direction, trying to conceal a smirk. This is humiliating. Why the hell does that turn you on?

“So what, you just like to sit there and whack off while your man’s getting it?” he asks.

“Um yeah I guess,” you say. “I’m not really sure, to be honest. This is the first time we’ve done anything like this.”

“Oh.” He sounds a little disappointed. “You’re not going to freak out on me are you? You’re not going to suddenly get really jealous once we’re fucking each other and try kick me out or something?”

You realise you have no idea. You’ve only ever thought about this as a fantasy so you’ve never actually contemplated whether you might not enjoy it in real life.

“I mean, I guess I won’t know till I try it,” you say. “But I want this. So I don’t think I’ll freak out.” You see the taxi driver stifle another smirk.

“Hope not,” Elijah says. “Because once we start I doubt we’re going to want to stop.”

You’re grateful it’s a short taxi ride. The three of you pile out, but not before you notice the driver slip Frank his card. “In case you need a ride sometime,” he says with a knowing look.

The whole way through the lobby, up the elevator and down your hallway you’re terrified that you’re going to come across someone you know, and that they’ll see the way Frank and Elijah are all over each other, and you’ll be outed as a cuckold. The public humiliation scares you and turns you on at the same time. You’re in luck, because by the time you get to your apartment and unlock the door you haven’t seen a single person. But by this point your nerves are frayed almost to breaking point, not just from the fear of getting caught, but because every step is taking you closer to the moment you’ve been obsessing over for months and it all suddenly seems so much more real.

The three of you all pause when you finally get into the apartment, like you’re all a bit unsure of what’s supposed to happen next and how to bridge the gap from here to there.

Elijah takes the lead though. “You ready for the show?” he asks you.

You’re not entirely sure, but you nod anyway.

“Take a seat then.” He gestures at the armchair in the living room.

You take a seat, studying Frank who’s studying you, both of you trying to read what the other is thinking. Elijah takes Frank by the hand and leads him into the living room, and they sit down together on the sofa opposite you. Elijah kisses Frank’s neck, and you can tell Frank loves it from the way hiss eyes close involuntarily at the sensation.

“How long since you’ve been with another man?” Elijah asks, his voice barely more than a whisper in Frank’s ear.

“Years,” Frank admits. “About six years I think.”

“You ready to give your ass up to another man?”

“Yes.” Frank’s response comes out like a sigh, like he’s been holding the need in his lungs and he’s finally letting it out.

“Tell me what it is that made you want to do this.”

“It’s you,” Frank replies. “Your body. Your lips. The way you touch me.”

Elijah grins. “Good. I’m going to treat you real good tonight, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to make you forget your boyfriend tonight.”

“Yes.” It shocks you how emphatically Frank says that. Like he’s longing to forget you. Fuck, it makes you feel sick and horny in the core of your being.

Elijah leans in and kisses Frank, pushing him back until he’s lying on the sofa with Elijah leaning over him. Elijah starts to unbutton Frank’s shirt, kissing every new bit of skin that’s revealed with each button. And when he’s done with the shirt he continues onto the fly of Frank’s trousers, opening them up and sliding them down just a little. You can see through Frank’s underwear that he’s hard as rock already, and you’re not surprised. Elijah doesn’t go for it though, instead he takes his time exploring Frank’s stomach and hips and chest with gentle kisses, making Frank writhe and hum from the feel of Elijah’s lips against his skin. Then finally, having kept him waiting for what seemed — to you, at least — like a painfully long time he reaches under the waistband of Frank’s underwear and pulls out his cock. He runs his tongue up and down the length of it just as gently as he had all over Frank’s body, and Frank moans with a clear need for more. Then finally, Elijah takes Frank’s cock in his mouth so deeply and quickly that it makes Frank gasp in shock and pleasure.

Frank is writhing like a fish out of water as Elijah services his cock, like he can barely handle how good it feels. “God,” he moans. “How are you doing that?” Elijah stops long enough to grin but keeps going. “Stop, stop!” Frank yelps after a few minutes. “You’re going to make me cum. I don’t want to cum yet!”

Elijah stops. “Neither do I. I’m not letting you cum till I’m deep inside you.”

“Oh fuck,” Frank whimpers. “Please put it deep inside me, now.”

Elijah laughs. “Not yet. Get up.”

Frank gets up off the sofa. Elijah turns him around and shoves him back down so that now he’s kneeling on the sofa with his back to Elijah. With a firm hand on his back Elijah bends him over the back of the sofa with his ass in the air. Then, kneeling on the floor, Elijah buries his face in Frank’s ass.

At first you think it’s not going to do much for Frank; he’s never really been that into getting his ass ate. But those moans, holy hell, he’s really getting into it in a way you’ve never seen before. He’s backing up into it, letting Elijah’s tongue get in there as deep as possible, his head hanging limp over the back of the sofa as though just dealing with the pleasure is enough to wear him out. You wonder why you’ve never seen him react like that when you’ve tried to rim him. 

Soon he can’t take it any more. “I want your cock,” he demands.

“Can’t hear you,” Elijah eggs him on.

“I want your cock!” Frank says, louder this time.

Elijah stands up and places the tip of his cock against Frank’s spit-wet hole. “Like this?” he asks.

“Fuck!” Frank moans. “I want it inside me.”

Elijah turns his head and looks at you. “What about you? Do you want me to put it inside him?”

“Yes,” you say, not a moment’s hesitation because you’re absolutely certain you want to see him fuck your boyfriend.

Elijah rubs his cock up and down across Frank’s hole, teasing it, prompting more moans and more demands from Frank to put it inside him. But he pulls away. “Not like this,” he says. He sits down on the sofa. “I want your cuck boyfriend to see the look on your face when you take it.” He spits into his hand and rubs it over his cock, which is slender and long and standing proud. 

Frank looks at it, longingly. He turns to face me, and for a moment he’s studying my face like he’s after permission. You give a little nod of encouragement. In your mind you know you should stop at this point because it looks like they’re about to fuck bare and you know that’s an incredibly reckless move with a stranger you only just met at a club. But you don’t even know if you have condoms in the house — you and Frank don’t use them with each other — and you don’t want to stop this moment, or miss it, while you go look. If you say nothing it doesn’t seem like either of them will either; it’s an unspoken agreement that no one’s going to acknowledge the elephant in the room and deny them the sex you all want so bad.

Frank lowers himself down onto Elijah’s lap, facing away from Elijah and looking directly at you. Elijah lines himself up, and even though the tip of his cock is hidden from view you can tell exactly when it starts to penetrate Frank’s hole. Frank’s eyes close, his brow furrows and he inhales sharply. Then, as Elijah’s cock buries its way deeper and deeper in, you see Frank let out a long, slow breath and relax into the sensation. “Oh fuck,” he whispers.

Elijah kisses up Frank’s shoulder and neck and gently bites on his earlobe. “You like that baby?” he asks. “That what you’ve been waiting for?”

“Uh-huh,” Frank says with a nod. He starts to slowly buck his hips back and forth, working Elijah’s cock inside him. “Fuck, it feels amazing,” he says.

“You know,” Elijah says, “from the second I saw you checking me out I knew I was going to have my cock inside you by the end of the night.”

“I wanted your cock from the moment I saw you,” Frank admits. “I had no idea I’d actually be able to—” he stops with a gasp, obviously brought on by Elijah’s cock hitting a particularly good spot inside him. “—to take you home.”

It’s at that moment that Frank opens his eyes and looks at you. As though thinking about the need for permission to take Elijah home had only just reminded him that you were in the room too, that you even exist. His eyes are wide, overwhelmed with the sensation of being fucked. The two of you lock eyes as he continues to grind on Elijah.

Your boyfriend has never been as sexy as he is right now with another man’s dick inside him. Your own dick is aching, hard and straining against fabric, and you have am uncontrollable urge to touch it. You gradually unbutton your trousers, reaching in and touching yourself, the slightest touch almost enough to make you cum on the spot. You stroke it for a couple of seconds, but you quickly stop when you realise if you go any further you’ll be past the point of no return.

Behind Frank’s back Elijah looks at you too. He looks you dead in the eyes with this smug grin. You wonder if he’s judging you for being pathetic enough to give up your partner to him and then jerk off while you watch it happen.

Frank starts to bounce up and down on Elijah’s dick with more speed and force, his own rock hard dick bouncing and flailing too. He arches his back and cranes his neck around to make out with Elijah, passionately, like kissing him is a need that he’s been denied too long and now he’s making up for lost time. Elijah has one arm wrapped around Frank’s chest, holding him tight, and he wraps the other hand around Frank’s cock and starts to jerk it. By this point Frank’s moans have gotten so close together it’s almost one long siren of wails, and for every little but of intensity that builds between them you can feel it build within you too.

“Fuck,” Frank moans. “Fuck, you’re going to make…” His voice trails off, replaced with a moan. You can see he’s close, and that gives you permission to let yourself get closer too. You pull your cock out of your underwear and start to jerk it hard.

“Oh, god. I’m going to—” Frank’s face suddenly screws up into a ball, and you can see his whole body convulse as he starts to orgasm. Globs of cum go flying from his cock, Elijah’s hand still wrapped around it tight, as he lets out one long, huge moan after another, still bouncing up and down on Elijah’s cock. Finally he stops bouncing, opens his eyes and takes a huge breath. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” Elijah says. He pulls out, and lets Frank flop over onto the sofa, seeming thoroughly wrecked by the strength of his orgasm. Elijah grabs his cock and picks up from where Frank’s ass left off, pumping it fast. “Oh fuck,” he says. “Come here.” He puts a hand on Frank’s neck and roughly pulls him in so his face is right in front of Elijah’s cock, just in time for it to capture the load that shoots out. Elijah grunts and keeps pumping as several more spurts erupt, and by the time he’s done Frank’s face is plastered in it.

“You came so hard,” Frank observes. “So did I. Fuck, I haven’t cum like that in ages.” He glances at you guiltily when he realises what he’s said. He lifts a hand to his face to wipe some of the semen off it, but Elijah lays a hand on his to stop him.

“Give your boyfriend a kiss,” he says to him, with that same smug look on his face as he had before when he was fucking him.

Frank obliges with a nervous chuckle. He gets up and comes over to your chair, taking a seat on the arm. You look up on his face and study the wads of cum on it. One in his left eyebrow, another on his nose with a stray droplet running down towards his lip where the biggest pool was, splattered across his mouth and chin. He leans in, tentatively, like he’s not totally sure if you’re going to want to kiss him back. But of course you do. You lean in to meet his lips with yours, and you feel the viscous wet of Elijah’s cum between your lips. Frank’s lips part and you feel his tongue against yours, and now you can taste the salt of Elijah’s cum. Fuck, it makes you dick absolutely rage with excitement, and you push your tongue into Frank’s mouth, opening your mouth wider to taste all of the cum and let it pass from his mouth to yours. You jerk your dick furiously for a few more seconds, and that’s all you need. You feel your breaths become ragged — exhaled straight into Frank’s mouth — as you feel the climax build and unleash, and your dick pulses and shoots its load.

Finally, Frank pulls away. And as soon as he does, you can feel the wet of Elijah’s load on your own chin and cheek where your skin and Frank has touched.

You’re breathless, reeling and quivering from the intensity of that moment. All you can bring yourself to say is, “Whoa.”

Frank laughs. “You liked that then?”

You nod emphatically. “I loved it,” you tell him. “I love you.”

Frank kisses you on the cheek. “Love you too,” he says. “Thanks for letting me do this.”

“Thanks for letting me see it,” you reply. You look over at Elijah. “You too,” you say. “Thanks for letting me watch you guys.”

“No problem, man. Hope you learned a thing or two.”

You did learn something, for sure. You’ve learned that there are some things you can’t give your boyfriend And you’ve learnt that you’re one-hundred percent most definitely a cuck.

The three of you pile into your bed, which is a tight fit but feels like a privilege — in your fantasies you’d always had to sleep on the sofa in the living room, but now that it’s actually happening in real life you get to be right there next to Frank as he goes to sleep with another man. Once the lights are off Frank nestles into Elijah’s arms, their bodies tangled together while you lie on your side alone. The two of them fall into a comfortable sleep almost instantly, but you lie there for a while reliving the night in your head. You can still feel the cum — your bull’s cum — on your face, but now instead of wet it’s hard and crusty, and it turns you on so much to think about both you and Frank marked by Elijah’s seed. Still though, you can’t help hoping the next load is buried deep inside Frank’s ass. If you’re lucky, maybe that’s what you’ll wake up to tomorrow.

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That's the end of this branch - I'm leaving it up to your imagination to decide what happens from the next morning onwards.

No voting this week; I'm not sure where we'll pick up next, so it'll be a surprise (for you and me!). I think it'll be a change though - I think I might pick up one of the paths where Frank never meets Elijah and your first cuckold experience is with a completely different bull. But I guess you'll have to stay tuned to find out...