So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 33) (Patreon)

Hey guys. Here's the continuation of what happens in Part 32 when your friend Ollie comes over and your boyfriend makes a move.

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They stop just inside the door and turn to face each other. Ollie’s looking at Frank with a kind of hunger like he’s a hunter about to go in for the kill. Frank’s biting his lower lip and staring into Ollie’s eyes with what seems to you like a combination of trepidation and desperation. Like he’s scared by just how much he wants to be fucked right now.

Ollie pulls Frank in by the small of his back and kisses him hard. He pushes him up against the wall and presses his body against him while he roughly kisses down his neck, his chest, his jawline, up to his lips again. Clothes are being ripped off and flung aside until they’re both naked, and then they’re pressed against each other again, so tight together you just know they can feel all the building pressure of each other’s dicks swelling pressed against their skin.

Ollie grabs Frank’s ass with both hands and roughly squeezes it. And before you know it Frank has his legs wrapped around Ollie’s waist and Ollie’s holding him up off the floor, his hands and the weight of the wall holding Frank’s body up in the air. Ollie’s dick is fat and hard and standing erect with its tip an inch below Frank’s exposed hole, as though if he let go of Frank he’d impale himself on it. Fuck, you want to see him put it inside him so bad.

Ollie’s attacking Frank’s neck and chest and shoulders and ear with his lips and his teeth, but he stops long enough to give you an order. “Get some lube, man,” he says, before his mouth’s occupied again.

You go to Frank’s drawer and you grab the lube. You hesitate for a second, wondering if you should look for a condom too. But you know Ollie: you know he’s on PrEP and you know he gets checked like clockwork. You trust him too. And, truth be told, you want to see him go bare inside Frank more than anything in the world right now.

You take the lube to Ollie and hand it to him. One-handed he pops the cap and pours lube over his cock so carelessly that a tablespoon-full or so splatters on the floor. He tosses the tube aside and with his free hand lines his cock up. And then, before you’ve even had time to mentally steel yourself for this moment, he’s sliding his bare cock into Frank’s ass.

You see Frank’s eyes widen as he starts to take it. At first there’s a look of what almost looks like pain, and then he exhales deeply and a blank, blissful grin spreads across his face from the pleasure of feeling Ollie inside him again after so long. “Oh god,” he moans, biting his lip as Ollie kisses his neck again. Each time Ollie thrusts into him Frank slides an inch or so up the wall, and down again when he pulls out, the wall thudding each time. 

Frank wraps his arms around Ollie’s shoulders and wraps his legs even tighter around his waist, surrendering all of his weight to Ollie. Ollie steps back from the wall and Frank’s body comes with him, so that now they’re standing in the middle of the room, Frank completely impaled, his whole weight being carried by Ollie. You’ve only ever seen this in porn; you’ve never been strong enough to be able to take all of Frank’s weight like that. It makes Ollie look so powerful, that he’s strong enough to hold Frank in mid-air and still fuck him without even looking like he’s trying. It also gives you a perfect view of Ollie’s cock sliding in and out of your boyfriend’s ass in long, graceful strokes, slick with lube. Completely bare, so that every time it sheathes itself in his ass there’s nothing separating them from being completely merged into one.

You’re not sure whether you’re supposed to be able to pleasure yourself, but the ache in your dick is too much to ignore. You shove a hand down your trousers and start to jerk yourself off in your underwear watching Frank impale himself on Ollie over and over and over again.

Finally Ollie throws Frank down on the bed. Frank, seemingly instinctively, lifts his legs to bare his ass so that when Ollie climbs onto the bed he can plunge his dick straight back into Frank’s waiting hole. Frank lets out the longest, loudest, most satisfied moan at this new position. Then, “Fuck. Fuck I love your cock so much.”

Your cock leaks a little hearing that, and you have to stop jerking for a few seconds because you feel like you could just about cum right now. Not yet, you can’t cum yet.

“You missed being fucked like this?” Ollie asks between kisses.

“So much,” Frank says, wrapping his legs tight around Ollie and pulling his ass in close. “Sam could never fuck me like this.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth Frank seems to realise what he’s just said. He looks over at you, guilty, panicked. Maybe if you were thinking straight you’d be bothered by that. But instead his admission is the final straw and you feel your orgasm surge so hard and fast that it’s like a bomb detonating in an instant. With a pathetic whimper you feel your dick pulse as you shoot a huge load into your underwear. You close your eyes involuntarily, overwhelmed by it. And when you finally open them Frank’s no longer looking at you. He’s lying back blissfully while his ass gets absolutely pounded.

As you feel your dick start to shrink back to flaccid in a sticky pool of cum it’s like a haze of cuck lust is lifted and you only just now realise what’s happening. Your boyfriend — your long-term partner — is being fucked by another man. And not just any man: your friend. His friend. His ex. And it’s clear that even thought they broke up years ago their chemistry is just as strong as it ever was. It’s like they’re made for each other. So where does that leave you?

Part of you wants to quietly slink away and leave them to it, pretending like none of this is actually happening. But a stronger part of you refuses to look away because you want to see the moment that Ollie breeds your boyfriend.

You assume from the way the intensity’s building that it’s going to be any second now. But it’s not; they go on and on and on, longer than you’d ever be able to last and longer than you’d have thought Frank could even take it. Eventually you sit down on the floor because you’re getting tired of standing there as Ollie switches from aggressive pounding to slow, steady lovemaking and back again. Finally, you hear something change in Frank’s whimpers, and you see Ollie pause, dick buried deep inside Frank. Frank lets out one final groan as he blows his load all over himself.

Ollie gives Frank a tender, lingering kiss. Then he draws his cock out and lies down on the bed next to Frank. He still hasn’t climaxed, and his cock is still hard as ever.

“Fuck,” Frank sighs. “That was amazing.”

Ollie chuckles. “So I can still give it to you how you like it then.”

“You kidding?” Frank replies. “No one’s ever fucked me like you do.”

It’s funny, hearing those words come out of Frank’s mouth is even more of a turn-on than actually seeing him fuck. You feel yourself start to get a little harder again.

“Do you want to keep going?” Frank wraps a hand around Ollie’s erect cock. “You haven’t cum yet.”

“There’s still time,” Ollie says. “I’ll give you some time to recover first.”