So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 30) (Patreon)

Hi guys! Sorry it's taken me a while to post this one; October is often a busy month for me because of a non-porn-related publishing thing I'm involved in each year that always seems to take more time than I'm expecting. Hopefully this one's worth the wait though - I personally think it's pretty hot.

In Part 29 your boyfriend was getting pretty cosy with his ex-bf - and your friend - Ollie, and you chose to take the plunge and go home with him. So here's how that goes.

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“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” you say. “You going to come back to our place, Ollie?”

You can see that Frank is trying to act nonchalant about it, but his eyes seem to light up and you know that he wants this bad. None of you acknowledge exactly what’s happening; Ollie’s crashed on your sofa once or twice before, on those rare occasions when he doesn’t find another guy to go home with, because his place is further away than yours. But you know that there’s an unspoken acknowledgement that this is different. 

Frank and Ollie are joking around and drunkenly the whole way home as though there was nothing out of the ordinary at all. But you sit silently, stomach churning with nerves from what’s about to happen. Every time you look back at them they’re getting handsier with each other in the back seat of the car. 

Fuck, you think to yourself. This is actually going to happen. Between your desire to be cucked and the obvious chemistry between the two of them in the years you guys have hung out together, you wonder how this hasn’t happened already.

When the three of you are finally in the privacy of your own apartment, there’s a long silence in which no one makes a move. You wonder if there’s going to be more ambiguous pretence: if Ollie’s going to ask for some blankets for the sofa and one of you is going to have to be the one to finally say out loud what you all know you want.

But you should have known Ollie isn’t the kind of guy to hang back. He moves in close to Frank. They pause, eyes fixed on each other, for several seconds. Everything is still but you can feel the energy between them building, a circuit overheating to the point of blowing. Then finally they kiss. Softly, at first, until you see Frank’s whole body seem to release all of its tension and he just kind of melts into it. 

It’s like the first kiss in a romance film. All the expectation and longing finally channelled into two sets of lips meeting in a perfect moment.

They break away. Ollie beckons to you to join them. You’re not sure you really want them. In fact, you’re pretty sure you want to stay right where you are and just watch rather than participate. But you wonder if you need to keep up the illusion that this a three-way, at least at first, to give them the permission to keep going.

So you cross the space between them. Ollie leans in and kisses you for a second or two, which feels good but strange. You’re the one to pull away, and you kiss Frank on the neck while he and Ollie start to make out with each other again. 

They kiss, and keep kissing, and after a while the hand Ollie had on your back falls away limply and you know they’ve forgotten to care about including you again. You take a step backwards, extracting yourself from the cluster, and just watch them make out.

Ollie puts a hand on Frank’s ass and gives it a squeeze. “Damn I’ve missed this,” he says.

Frank responds by taking hold of Ollie’s crotch, rubbing his cock through the fabric of his jeans. You can see the shape of it, already hard. “And I’ve missed this,” he says.

“Show me how much,” Ollie says.

Frank doesn’t take any more convincing than that. He flicks open the button and draws down the zip of Ollie’s fly. He reaches in, and you see and hear Ollie’s sharp intake of breath at the sensation of Frank gripping his cock. Frank frees it from Ollie’s briefs, and you get your first look at it. Big, thick, with a thick vein running down it. Fuck, it looks good with Frank’s hand wrapped around it like that.

Frank drops to his knees and looks up at Ollie, maintaining eye contact while he runs his tongue across the tip of Ollie’s cock, and then up and down the length of it. Frank lets go and Ollie takes hold of it, lining it up with Frank’s mouth and tapping it against his lips until they part and let him slide it into Frank’s mouth.

God, the sight of Frank with another man’s dick in his mouth is just as good as it’s been in your jack-off fantasies. It’s crazy this is finally happening. It’s crazy that it only took a couple of hours from you mentioning anything. You never thought it would be this easy.

And you never thought it would be your friend, his ex, that would be the first to cuckold you.

Frank knows exactly what he’s doing with that cock. Of course he would, he’s probably had it in his mouth a hundred times before even if it was years ago now. The way he alternates between focusing on the head, working it over with his tongue, and then taking Ollie’s cock right down to the base, he knows how to do it just right to drive Ollie wild.

“Fuck, I’d forgotten how good at this you are,” Ollie says, and the bliss is tangible in his voice. You can swear you see Frank smile, although it’s hard to tell when his mouth is stuffed full of cock.

They way Ollie’s moaning it sounds like Frank might be about to make him climax. But Frank doesn’t let that happen. He takes Ollie’s cock out, looks up at him, and asks, “Are you going to fuck me then?”

Ollie grins. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Frank takes him by the hand and leads him to the bedroom. As they go Ollie looks at you. “Coming?” he asks. The invite sends a chill down your spine.

You follow them into the bedroom. Ollie sits down on the bed while Frank fishes around in the drawer of his bedside table for a few seconds, eventually producing a tube of lube and a condom. He presses gently on Ollie’s chest, and Ollie takes the direction and lays back flat on the bed, his hard cock sticking up into the air. Frank rips open the condom wrapper and rolls the condom down the length of Ollie’s cock. He douses it in lube, and then gets onto Ollie’s lap, lowering himself down so Ollie’s cock is grazing his ass crack.

Frank leans over and kisses Ollie. “You ready?” he whispers.

“Hell yes,” Ollie replies. “Can’t wait to fuck you. You ready for me baby?”

“So ready. You can’t believe how much I think about taking your cock again.”

That admissions stuns you. You had no idea Frank had felt this way. You wonder how long — if he’s been fantasising about Ollie’s cock the whole time you and he have been together. You wonder how many times you’ve been fucking him and he’s been thinking about Ollie.

Fuck. You’re so hard right now.

Frank lifts his ass a bit, positions it so the tip of Ollies’ cock is resting against his hole. Then slowly he lowers himself down on it, and as you watch intently his hole stars to stretch open and receive Ollie’s cock. The tip disappears, and then inch by inch that fat cock disappears, swallowed up by Frank’s hole. You can almost feel the phantom sensation on your own cock of burying it in Frank’s ass.

“Fuck!” the two of them moan simultaneously as the last of Ollie’s dick finally buries itself deep inside. The two of them are motionless for a few seconds, basking in the sensation.

“Fuck, my ass feels right when your dick’s inside it,” Frank says. “I’d forgotten how good it feels.”

You wonder if Frank feels guilty for admitting that, especially in front of you. But you’re not sure if he even realises you’re still in the room at this point.

He starts riding up and down on Ollie’s dick. He’s slow at first: lifting, pausing, sliding down to the base like he’s riding a firehouse pole to the ground, and stopping again with a whimper each time Ollie’s cock reaches its deepest point. “Fuck, it’s so good.”

He gradually picks up the pace until he’s riding it like a bucking mechanical bull. He seems desperate to take it as hard and fast and deep as he possibly can. Ollie’s lying there, hands on Frank’s ass, looking like he’s enjoying being serviced without having to do a thing. That is, until a switch seems to flip inside of him and suddenly he’s just as insatiable. He pushes Frank off, gets onto his knees and roughly positions Frank on all fours in front of him. Then swiftly, hard, he buries his dick in Frank from behind.

That’s when Frank seems to notice you. He’s facing you now, and you can see all of the feeling on his face as he gets pounded from behind.

“Come here,” Frank says to you. 

You get close to him, but he keeps beckoning you to come even closer until your face is right in front of his. You can see the sheen on his forehead from the exertion and the way his eyes crumple up just a tiny bit each time Ollie’s cock slams into him. 

He kisses you on the lips. Not a sexual kiss, but a loving one. Then he says, “Thank you.”

When you went into this you thought it was your fantasy the two of you were living out, but now you realise it’s just as much his.

Frank lets out a long, tortured groan. “I’m cumming,” he moans. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”

Ollie slams his cock in harder and faster, and with a cry you see Frank’s whole body and face tense up. A  moment later and his cock erupts, cum shooting with the force of bullets.

Ollie doesn’t stop. “Oh god,” he grunts, obviously set off by Frank — you know all too well exactly what he’d be feeling now, that familiar sensation of Frank’s ass vice-gripping and pulsing as he orgasms. Ollie grips his hips tight and slams his ass again, and again, and again, and then one more time driving deep in there and emptying himself. 

After taking a few seconds to recover Ollie pulls out. The condom’s heavy with his load, and he carefully pulls it off and ties it up at the end. Then he excuses himself to go take a piss.

Alone together you and Frank seem like you’re not quite sure what to say to each other. Frank looks shellshocked and maybe even guilty, and you wonder if it’s dawned on him all the stuff he said to Ollie that he probably shouldn’t have.

“Was that okay?” he asks eventually.

“Are you kidding?” you reply. You kiss him, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt as in love with him as you do at that moment. “That was incredible. I loved it.”

His expression’s replaced by a grin and a look of relief. “Me too.”

Ollie comes back into the room and sees the two of us. “Sorry man,” he says to you, seeming to mistake your moment of intimacy as a continuation of the sex. “I forgot, you haven’t had a chance to cum yet.” 

“Nah, I’m fine,” you say. It’s not exactly true because your dick is still rock hard and you feel like you could unload at the slightest touch. But it doesn’t feel right: the sex was between the two of them and it’s over now. It wouldn’t be right for you to now get your dick out and try get off. 

Besides, you realise you kind of like the denial.

“Want to go to bed?” you ask.

Frank and Ollie both agree enthusiastically, and the three of you pile into bed, a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin. It isn’t long after the lights go off though, before Frank shifts and moves away from you. And then you’re there, alone on one side of the bed, while the two of them fall asleep nestled in each other’s arms.

And once you’re sure they’re asleep, that’s when you finally let yourself cum, watching their entwined silhouettes in the dim moonlight.

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They fuck again in the morning as soon as they’re awake. It just happens naturally, without anyone saying anything, like it’s completely expected. Like they probably used to do every Sunday morning the whole time they were together. This time around it doesn’t have the same intensity as last night, the pent up need already released. This time it’s slow, comfortable, gentle. You can’t get over how well they know each other’s bodies and how correct they look with their bodies locked together like that.

Once they’re done Frank goes to take a shower, leaving you and Ollie alone in the bedroom. You’re in your underwear, but Ollie’s completely naked and making no attempt to cover himself up. You wonder if he feels the same power imbalance you do.

With the two of you alone you’re unsure what to say. So you just come right out and say the thing that’s on your mind. “Thank you.”

Ollie laughs at that. “You don’t have to thank me, man.”

“I do,” you say. “That was amazing, seeing the two of you together. I had no idea you two had such chemistry.”

“Yeah. Me and him were always pretty compatible like that. Shame it didn’t extend to the rest of our relationship.” He pauses before adding, “That worked out well for you though right?”

“Ha, yeah.” You can’t help thinking about how you could never compete with Ollie physically, so you’re goddamned lucky that the two of them are no good in a relationship.

“You didn’t want to join in at all?” Ollie probed.

You shake your head. “No. Honestly, watching was incredible.”

“Huh,” Ollie says to himself as though he’s processing that. You suddenly feel very embarrassed, very exposed. “So you’re into just… watching him?”

“Yeah,” you admit.

“I had no idea.”

“Neither did Frank,” you say with a nervous laugh.

There’s a long silence, and it’s perfectly clear that Ollie understands the situation now. You’ve just outed yourself as a cuck to one of your closest friends. No matter what happens now, your relationship with him is never going to go back to the way it was.

“I want you to keep fucking him,” you say, breaking the silence. “If you want to.”

“I think I’d like to, yeah,” Ollie says.

“On two conditions.”

“Yeah? What are they?”

“First, that you don’t steal him from me.” You feel your voice waver as you say that, and you feel like you could almost break into tears then and there. The idea of Frank leaving you terrifies you, and you know that if he and Ollie keep having sex there will be a risk of them developing feelings for each other.”

“I understand,” Ollie says. “I’d never do anything to mess with your relationship. We’re mates. Besides, Frank and I gave it a shot, and we know we’re wrong for each other. And I’ve known you long enough now to know that you’re exactly what he needs.”

“Thanks,” you say.

“What else?” he asks.

You pause, embarrassed to say it.

“What is it?” he asks again.

“I want to be able to watch,” you say. “At least some of the time.”

Ollie grins. “Yeah, of course. I’m always happy to have an audience.”

“I bet you are,” you say.

“I never realised you were a cuck,” he says. “I should have; now that I know it kind of seems obvious.”

“It does?”

“Oh yeah,” he says, laughing. “Damn, if I’d known earlier I could have been fucking Frank all the time.”

That makes you laugh too. A laugh that’s at the same time out of embarrassment with yourself for being this pathetic, as well as feeling stupid for treating this like such a big deal that you’ve kept it secret for so long.

Just then Frank comes back into the room. “What’s so funny?” he asks.

“Nothing,” Ollie replies. “Come back to bed. Sam wants to watch me fuck you again.”

Frank shoots a glance in your direction, and you give him a nod to confirm it’s true.

“Okay then,” Frank says. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

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That's the end of that short but hopefully satisfying branch of the story. Next time you'll get to see what happens if you decide against going home with Ollie.