So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 32) (Patreon)

Hey guys. Sorry it's been a while since my last post - had several weekends when I didn't get a chance to write, and then when I finally had some time I had a pretty major case of writer's block so I just couldn't figure out how I wanted this section to go. But now you finally get to find out what happens when you decide to approach your friend Ollie about fucking your boyfriend - or at least some of what happens, the rest is to follow soon.

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You’re sure it’s not wise, but the idea of seeing Frank and Ollie rekindle their physical attraction is something you can’t resist. And you can tell Frank’s into it too. So you tell him, “I think I want to see you with Ollie.”

Frank tries to hide how pleased he is but you can see it written all over his face. “Okay then” he says, “let’s do it. How should we make it happen?”

The two of you decide to be cautious and subtle about it, because the last thing you want to do is make things weird. You decide not to just come straight out and ask him, because you both agree it’s probably better to test the waters a little and just see where things go.

It means the wait is agony. You don’t see Ollie for another couple of weeks and every day it’s like you’re edging yourself constantly, knowing that Frank’s willing to go through with it but having no idea when it’s actually going to happen. By the time the night finally comes — drinks at his place before heading out to a party — you feel so sick with nerves you can barely get down any of the snacks he offers you when you arrive. You haven’t just got butterflies, it feels like you’ve got butterflies being rolled around inside a tumble-drier in your guts as you sit there and try have a normal conversation.

Ollie seems to pick up that something’s off. He’s noticing your awkward, stilted conversation and the sense of panic emanating from you. And you’re pretty sure he’s also noticing that Frank’s a little more flirty than usual. At first it seems like he doesn’t know how to take it, but pretty soon he’s giving it right back and seems completely at ease.

You don’t have any kind of plan for how to make something happen. Frank seems to though, because as well as his flirtatious tone, and the way he’s sitting so close to Ollie on the sofa, he  keeps touching Ollie’s arm as he talks. And he keeps steering the conversation towards sex in the most obvious ways possible, like he’s obsessed. Ollie doesn’t seem to mind that at all though.

You’re all about three drinks in when the conversation turns to Frank and Ollie’s previous relationship — a conversation initiated by Frank. They’re reminiscing about a particularly memorable fuck they had early on in their relationship. Frank’s going on about how long and hard Ollie fucked him, and you decide to steer the conversation a little closer to the point you’re trying to get towards. “Do you think it’s different?” you ask Frank. “With Ollie, compared to me?”

“Oh yeah for sure,” Frank replies.

“Tell us more,” Ollie says, intrigued.

“I don’t know how to explain it,” Frank says coyly. “I guess you just have to see it to understand.” With that he glances at Ollie, lingering on him a little longer than is natural, his eyebrows raised the tiniest amount. 

For a few seconds none of you say anything at all, but Ollie’s studying Frank’s face, then looking over at you, and it’s obvious he understands what’s happening here. Finally though, Ollie’s face breaks into a grin, and in a flippant kind of tone he shrugs and says, “Sure, I can show Sam a thing or two if you guys want.”

Frank takes a sip of his drink and sets it down on the coffee table. Then he rests a hand very deliberately on Ollie’s thigh. “I could be up for a trip down memory lane.”

Ollie looks at you but says nothing, obviously waiting for your permission. You give him a smile that’s supposed to be playful and nonchalant but you’re sure actually gives away how horny and terrified you are. And you say to him, “Sure. Why don’t you show me how it’s done.”

Ollie leans in, and Frank draws closer. The next few seconds move like a slow-motion action replay as their lips finally touch, gently at first, just grazing against each other, before their lips part and you see Ollie slip his tongue into Frank’s mouth.

It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for. It’s devastating and intoxicating and it makes you instantly hard.

You watch as Frank’s hand inches its way up Ollies’ thigh until it finds his crotch and presses through the fabric of his jeans. Ollie pops the button on his fly so Frank’s hand can find its way in, and he groans in pleasure at whatever it is Frank’s doing to his cock under the fabric. 

“Fuck I’ve missed your cock,” Frank sighs.

“I bet it’ll feel right at home in your mouth.”

Frank jumps at the suggestion, literally; he springs up off the sofa and gets onto his knees on the floor in front of Ollie. Ollie peels down his jeans a little released his cock from his underwear. For a second you get a good look at it: it’s thick, and a good bit bigger than yours. A moment later it’s gone from view though as Frank eagerly swallows it right down to the balls.

“Oh fuck that’s it,” Ollie says, laying a hand gently on Frank’s neck to keep him in place deepthroating him for two, three, four seconds until you hear Frank gag a little. Then Ollie lets him off, and leans back while Frank services his cock with his mouth. “I’d forgotten how good you are at this,” he says after a while. “Not many guys know how to work my dick the way you do.”

That revelation hits you hard, especially knowing how how prolific Ollie is at hooking up. It’s not just that Frank’s good at sucking dick, he’s good at sucking Ollie’s dick, which means it must be because of their connection and their history together. These two are right for each other, which is something you find so fucking scary, but also so fucking sexy.

Ollie looks over at you for probably the first time since they started. “You’re lucky, man, having a boyfriend who can suck dick as good as this.” It’s true, right now you’ve never felt more lucky in your whole life. And there’s something satisfying about knowing that even though they have such amazing chemistry, it’s you that Frank chooses to be with and not him. At least, up until tonight.

“How about we take this to the bedroom,” Ollie suggests after a while. At this point they must be about twenty minutes in, which is impressive; twenty minutes in and you would have shot your load down Frank’s throat by now.

Frank gets up and leads Ollie into the bedroom. You follow.