So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 31) (Patreon)

In Part 30 you found out what happens if you choose to take your friend Ollie home with you. This time around you'll find out what happens if you decide not to.

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You pretend not to understand. “Yeah, I think I’d be keen to get out of here. Frank and I have a pretty early start tomorrow. Are you going to head home too?” 

Frank and Ollies’ faces both fall a little in disappointment, and you instantly feel bad for stopping this in its tracks.

“Uh, yeah,” Ollie says. “Should probably get home.” 

You’ve let him crash on your sofa before to avoid the expensive ride home, on those few occasions when he doesn’t pull at the bar. This time you don’t offer though. And Frank doesn’t either; he suddenly looks incredibly guilty, and you realise it’s probably just dawned on him that what he was about to do would have been incredibly inappropriate. At least for someone in a monogamous relationship.

The three of you part ways and you and Frank head home. A big part of you is absolutely kicking yourself for the decision you just made.

But you’re all drunk. You would have regretted it in the morning if you’d done this.

At least that’s what you tell yourself.

Frank’s quiet on the way home, barely saying anything till you’re back in your apartment. You wonder if he’s angry at you for cock-blocking at him. Or if he thinks you’re angry at him for taking things too far with your friend. You need to say something. You need to let him know that you liked seeing him like that, but that it was just not the right situation.

You stop him mid-way through getting undressed for bed. “Was that what I think it was?” you ask. “At the bar, with Ollie. We we like… Were we almost going to go home with him?” 

You know full well that’s what it was. You’re only asking because you don’t know how else to bring it up.

“Yeah,” says Frank. “That’s what he was asking.” You still can’t tell from the tone of his voice if he’s angry or guilty.

It takes you a while to build up the courage to say what it is you want to say. “And you wanted to. You would have done it if I’d gone along with it.” You meant it as a question but it comes out as the answer to a question you didn’t need to ask.

“Yeah,” he admits.

“Do you miss it?” you ask. “The sex you used to have with him?”

He nods, averting his eyes like you’ve discovered his dirty little secret. You probably have; you realise then that he’s probably fantasised about having Ollie’s cock ever since the two of them broke up. You wonder how many times he’s thought about Ollie when he’s jerked off, or even when you’ve been fucking him.

And man, that makes you so horny.

“Tell me about it,” you say. “I want to know what it was like.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says dismissively. You know he’s just trying to protect your feelings though, he doesn’t get that you actually want to know.

“No, I mean it,” you say. “I want you to tell me what sex with Ollie was like.” And to prove to him you want to know you take his hand, and you guide it to your semi-hard cock. 

He looks puzzled, even as he squeezes it through the fabric of your trousers and realises you’re aroused. Then he seems to get it.

“He has a big dick, right?” you ask.

“Uh-huh,” Frank confirms. “Really big.”

“Do you miss his dick?”

He nods. “The sex with Ollie was some of the best of my life.”

“What was it about it?”

He lets out a wistful sigh. “Everything. I don’t know how to explain it really. Like… It’s like our bodies just fit together somehow. We know what will work on each other, we feed off each other and it’s really intense. I guess it’s chemistry.”

“Better chemistry than you have with me?” you ask. 

“No, of course not!” he says, a little too quickly for you to believe it. He must think you’re fishing for reassurance, when actually you’re fishing for humiliation.

“It’s just a different kind of chemistry,” he says.

“Do you still think about it?” you ask.

He nods, looking guilty. “Sometimes. Does that bother you?”

“No,” you say. “It’s kind of hot. Do you ever wish you could have sex with him again?”

“Like, as a fantasy. I know it’s off the table.”

“What if it wasn’t? What if he really wanted it? And what if I wanted you to go for it too?”

Frank laughs, nervously, like he’s trying to laugh it off when really it’s struck a chord. “Sure, maybe I’d be up for it.” He’s trying to be nonchalant. “I don’t think that’s ever going to happen.”

“Do you want it to?”

“Uh,” he shifts nervously. “I mean…” He fumbles his words, and you know why. You know the answer’s yes but he’s to scared to admit it.

“Fuck, just tell me. I want to hear how much you want to cuck me with him.” 

As soon as you realise what you’ve just blurted out you want to grab the words and stuff them back in your mouth. You hadn’t meant to say that word. Not yet.

Frank doesn’t say anything at first, and you wonder if you’ve just done something irreparable. You wonder if he’s disgusted with you. Or if he thinks you’re pathetic.

But then he speaks. “Oh yeah? You want Ollie to cuck you?” 

Now it’s your turn to be put on the spot. “Umm… maybe?”

He pauses, grins a little. “You want Ollie to show you how it’s done? How I really like it?”

It’s like music to your ears. “Fuck. Yes, tell me.”

“Good, Because I want him too,” Frank says. “I want real sex. God, you have no idea how bad I wanted to bring him back here and ride him all fucking night, like I used to.” 

“Oh, shit,” you mutter. Your cock suddenly unfurls and springs to attention, and there’s no way of hiding it. Frank sees it too, you see him glance down at it.

“You like that then.” He grabs your cock through your trousers and fuck, it feels so good to have him touch it right now.

“It turns you on thinking about Ollie fucking me, doesn’t it?”

You nod. 

Frank pushes you onto the bed and pulls your cock out from your trousers. “I can’t believe it’s making you hard thinking about me and Ollie having sex.” He teases the tip of your cock with his tongue. “You’re even leaking already at the thought of it.”

He climbs on top of you. “How did I never realise you were a cuck?”

It sounds surreal, that word coming out of your mouth. You didn’t even know if he knew what a cuck was, and now here he is, calling you one to your face.

He grabs some lube from the bedside table and slathers your cock in it. Then he gets onto the bed, straddling you. You can’t believe this is happening.

“You know I would have gone home with him tonight, if you’d given me the green light.”

“Sorry,” you say.

“Shut up,” he says. “Don’t apologise. Just tell me how you would have felt.”

“I would have been into it,” you say. He seems to want more than that though, so you continue. “I would have loved seeing you and him together, naked. I want to see how he fucks you.”

And just as you say that, in one swift, unexpected motion you feel Frank’s ass impale itself on your cock, opening for you and letting you slide all the way in. It feels incredible, so incredible you can’t help yourself from letting out a little moan.

Frank’s sitting on your cock, his hands holding the back of your head and his eyes looking straight into yours. “If I can’t have his cock I’ll have to have yours,” he says as he starts to buck up and down on your cock.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” you tell him.

“Does it feel even better than usual knowing that I wish it was his cock in me right now and not yours?”

Those words, combined with the sensation of him on your cock, is way more than you can take. The orgasm’s almost instant, and with a little yelp you feel it course through your balls and your cock as you shoot your load in Frank’s ass.

Frank pauses. “Did you cum already?” he asks, incredulous.

You nod, incredibly embarrassed. “Yeah, sorry,”

Frank laughs. “Holy shit! I’ve never seen you cum that fast in your life.”

“I’m sorry,” you say again.

He takes himself off your cock. “Even more reason I should have taken Ollie home. At least he can last more than a minute.” He lies on the bed.

“Do you want me to get you off?” you ask.

He considers it for a second before a devilish smile begins to spread across his face. “You suck my dick,” he says. “But keep quiet because I’m going to close my eyes and think of him.”

“Ollie?”

“Yup.”

That’s almost enough to get you hard all over again. But you do what you’re told and go down on Frank, sucking his dick until he cums. And even though you’re the one swallowing his load, you know that it truly belongs to Ollie.

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You and Frank have sex again in the morning. Once you’re done, and the two of you are lying side-by-side, catching your breath, you ask him, “So, what are we going to do about this?”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“Well, now that you know what I want. And I know what you want.”

“It was just role playing,” Frank says. “Wasn’t it?”

“It doesn’t have to be,” you say.

“Are you actually saying I should hook up with Ollie?” he asks, incredulously.

You shrug. “I don’t know,” you say. “Honestly, I’m not sure. That’s why I’m asking. I mean, you admitted yourself that you want to. And I’d find it hot too. But all the same reasons I couldn’t go through with it last night at the bar are still true now.”

“What were they?” he asks.

“The reasons? I guess I just can’t help thinking it could be a really bad idea. It could make things really weird between the three of us. And there’s so many ways it could go badly, you know? Like, what if he says no but it makes everything awkward? Or what if he says yes and that makes it even more awkward? Or… the thing that really scares me is, what if the two of you can’t stop once you start, and things can never be the same again?”

“Yeah,” Frank says. “It’s fair enough to be worried about it.”

“You two have a connection. And it would be stupid to think that there would be no feelings involved.”

“Okay,” he says. “That’s fine, you know. It’s hot as a fantasy but it doesn’t have to go anywhere. I’m happy with you, I don’t need him too.”

“Maybe it shouldn’t be Ollie,” you said. “But it could be someone else.”

“Like a stranger?” he asks.

“Yeah. We could find someone online or something.”

Frank seems to ponder this for a few seconds. “Maybe. I mean, if you want me to have sex with other people I think I’m up for giving it a go. It would be fun; it could spice things up a bit.”

 “I really want you to fuck someone else,” you say. “Talking about it last night made it so clear how much I want it to happen.”

“I guess that’s settled then,” Frank says. “Open relationship, here we come. What do you think you’d rather do though: Ollie? Or a stranger?”