So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 24) (Patreon)

In the last post we reached another dead end (or maybe better to say another climax). So this time we're headed right back to the start.

Back in Part 2 you first drew Frank's attention to the fact you noticed him checking out another guy. First time around you chose to take the next step and tell him to go dance with the guy, who turned out to be Elijah - the bull in several subsequent paths. This time though we're going to see what happens if you take it a bit slower and decide not to encourage your boyfriend to go dance with a stranger. We're going to see what happens if Frank thinks you only want him to look and not touch. 

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“Nothing,” you say. “I like the sound of that.”

Frank raises an eyebrow. “Okay then,” he says. He glances back over towards the guy he’d been checking out, then lets his gaze linger. You watch his eyes intently, catching the movement of his eyeballs as he looks the guy up and down from top to bottom. 

“So that’s your type?” you ask, fishing to get him to say more.

“I think he’s everybody’s type,” Frank replies. “I mean look at the guy.”

You do, just briefly, because you don’t want to be caught staring. Frank’s right: the guy has a body that you’re sure just about every guy in the club would be lusting after. You can tell from the way his t-shirt fits that he’s got the body of an action hero, and you can tell from the way he moves his body on the dance floor that the guy would know what he’s doing in bed.

You look back at Frank, he’s still studying that guy.

“If I wasn’t here would you go talk to him?” you ask.

Frank looks at you like he’s just been accused of something. “No! I’d never—”

“I mean, if you were single.”

“If I was single? I mean yeah, sure.” His answer sounds a little defensive. But he looks over at the guy again, and when he speaks again his voice has a kind of intent to it, like he’s entertaining the idea. “I’d make a move, for sure.”

“Would you be nervous?” you ask.

He doesn’t look at you; he’s still got his eyes fixed on the guy on the dance floor. He shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s been a while, obviously; I’m probably kind of rusty. But I think I’d be okay. It’s not like I’ve ever had a problem picking guys up before.”

That thought stirs something inside of you. He’s told you about his history before, and you know he’s been with plenty of guys. Right now though, they seem less like statistics and more like real people. More like possibilities. You wonder what it looks like to watch him flirt.

“Two minutes on the dance floor and he’d be mine,” Frank says.

“You reckon?” you ask.

“Oh yeah. I can tell by the way he’s looked at me a couple of times that he’d be up for it.”

“Up for what, exactly?” you ask, pushing for him to go deeper into the fantasy.

Frank studies the guy a bit more. “He’s a top,” he says. “That’s my guess. Which is good because I’d love to have him inside me. I bet he’s big. The confidence, the way he holds himself — that’s the sign of a guy who’s packing.”

“You’d let him fuck you?”

“Oh yeah. Not till I’m done sucking on his cock though. I’d be on my knees in a second if he told me to.”

All this talk is getting you hard as a rock. Your heart is racing too; hearing Frank talk like this is almost enough to make you jump him.

“He’s looking at me,” Frank says, still not breaking his gaze.

“Oh shit,” you say, awestruck by how good this moment is.

“He wants it,” he says. He finally looks away from the guy to look at you instead. “I want it. Fuck, I could do it right here, right now, here in the club.”

You try swallow but your mouth’s gone dry. You want to tell him, I want it too, but you can’t quite make yourself form the words.

Suddenly Frank grins, the intensity on his face vanishing as he changes character. “Did you like that?” he asks. “Did it turn you on?”

“So much.” You’re so incredibly turned on right now, but also disappointed that it seems like this was all just talk, all for show.

“Good,” he says. “Me too. I’m not lying, this has got me really fucking horny. Honestly I feel like I could fuck right now.”

“I’m so hard right now,” you admit.

Frank seems to be thinking for a second. Then he gets up from the table. “Come with me,” he says. “Hurry.”

You almost can’t keep up with him, he charges to the restroom in such a hurry. He shoves the door open and heads straight for the nearest open cubicle door. For a second you’re not sure you’re supposed to follow — everyone knows guys fuck in here, but is that really what he’s suggesting right now? But you follow, and by the time you shut the cubicle door behind you Frank’s already got his trousers down. He reaches for the little sachets of lube that the club conveniently supplied in all the restrooms — they know what their clientele want — and he rips one open and hands it to you. You clumsily slather the lube all over your cock and his hole, and before another second can slip by you shove your cock into his ass.

He lets out a little moan. 

God it feels so good to put your cock inside him. Almost as good as it would feel to see someone else do it.

You fuck him fast, not knowing how long you’ll last. He’s bent over the toilet, bracing himself against the wall, head hanging limp and eyes closed. 

“Are you imagining it’s him right now? That guy you were eyeing up on the dance floor?”

“Yes,” he moans. “Don’t talk. I want to pretend it’s him and not you.”

That’s almost enough to send you to the edge and cum inside him. But you take a deep breath and focus on holding back until you can feel that first hint of an orgasm start to subside. You keep quiet like he wants, the sound of your ragged breathing and his shallow moans the only sounds the two of you make as he takes your cock and imagines it belongs to someone else.

It doesn’t take either of you long. By the time you hear those words, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you’re right on the edge yourself. You hear him grunt at the same moment his ass clenches tight around your cock, and you know he’s cumming. It’s all the encouragement your own dick needs, and suddenly you’re shooting your load too, filling him up.

When the two of you are finally spent you pull out, and Frank pulls up his trousers. He turns to you, looking a little astonished by what just happened. “Fuck,” he says, “that was intense.”

You put your dick away and do up your own trousers. When the two of you have fully composed yourself you open the cubicle door, and the two of you step out to be greeted by a few amused looks and the odd scoff of laughter. It occurs to you that you were both probably kind of loud and completely obvious over the muted bass of music through the walls. You feel mortified for being so indiscreet, but also a little proud that everyone in the room knows you just got laid. You wonder if they heard Frank say I want to pretend it’s him and not you. The thought of that makes it even more mortifying and more gratifying at the same time.

The two of you don’t hang around after that. You’re both more drunk than you’d realised, and now that you’ve both cum you’re both more than happy with the idea of going home to bed. As you make your way to the exit you spot the guy that Frank had been eyeing on the dance floor, and, even though what just happened was pretty goddamn phenomenal, you’re still just a tiny bit disappointed that it was you that fucked Frank tonight and not him.

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The next morning you’re not sure how to bring up what happened the night before. But luckily for you Frank brings it up first. “That was fucking wild,” he says as the two of you drink coffee in bed. “It’s been a minute since I last got bred in the toilets at a club.”

You never knew Frank had even done that before, and now you wonder how many times he’s been in that same position over the years.

“Were you just saying that stuff for my benefit?” you ask.

“At first,” Frank admits. “But it’s pretty obvious I got into it too.”

“Were you really thinking about him while I was fucking you? Or were you just playing the part?”

Frank pauses for a second like he’s not sure how to answer, before saying, “No, I really was thinking about that guy off the dance floor.” He studies you. “Is that a problem?”

“No, of course not,” you say. Now it’s your turn to pause to consider whether you should say the thing that’s on your mind. “Would you ever actually do it?” you ask eventually. “The stuff you were talking about?”

“No, of course not!” Frank says. Then, “I mean, not unless you wanted me to.”

You’re scared of what comes next, but you’ve had enough of dodging and creeping around the topic. You know what it is you want, it’s time you just came out and said it.

“I want you to.”

Frank’s silent for a few seconds. “Does this mean you want an open relationship?” he asks eventually.

“I guess,” you say, “yeah. Open for you at least; I don’t want to have sex with anyone else.”

“Are you serious?” He sounds confused, which is not surprising.

“Yes,” you say. “I’m totally serious. I’d like you to be able to have sex with other guys, but I won’t.”

“Why?” he asks.

You’ve reached the embarrassing bit now, but you’ve come too far to back down. “I’m… I’m into cuckolding,” you say, your face involuntarily forming a grimace at the shame of admitting it out loud.

“Oh.” Frank takes a while to process it. 

“Do you think it’s pathetic?” you ask. “Does it make you think less of me?”

“Of course not,” Frank says. But honestly, it sounds like he’s not sure what he thinks. “It’s just a bit of a shock, that’s all. I guess I always thought we were exclusive, so I have to wrap my head around the idea that that’s not what you want.”

“What about what you want?” you ask. “Do you think you’d be interested in being with other guys?”

He takes a long time to answer. “I need to think about it a bit.”

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Stay tuned to see what Frank decides (hint: I think it might involve having sex with another man 😉)