So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 36) (Patreon)

In my last post we reached the end of another path of the story. So this time I'm picking up one of the paths that you didn't choose last time around.

In Part 25 you were faced with a choice of two different guys off an app: Caleb and Rob. First time around you chose Caleb, so this time I'm going to tell you what happens if you pick Rob. Enjoy!

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Either of the guys seem perfect. And, like Frank said, he’ll probably end up meeting them both at some point anyway. And given that, Rob definitely sounds like the better option for testing the waters. He seems like a decent guy, someone who’ll make Frank feel at ease when they’re hooking up. 

You also can’t deny that the idea of Frank getting stretched out by Rob’s big dick isn’t also a massive tick in his favour.

“I think Rob sounds good,” you tell Frank. You carefully watch his expression to see if that’s the answer he wanted. He looks pleased though, so you think he’s happy with the choice.

“Cool,” Frank says. “I’ll let him know.”

You’re excited about taking this next step and choosing somebody to meet. Things suddenly get a hell of a lot more real though when about two minutes later Frank gets a reply to his message and tells you, “Uh, he said he’s free tonight.” The way he raises his voice at the end of that sentence sounds like a question, and you realise that he’s asking for your permission.

“Oh fuck,” you say, startled. You don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to you that this guy would be down to fuck at the earliest opportunity.

“We don’t have to,” Frank says. “If you’re getting cold feet or whatever.”

“No, it’s fine,” you say, shaking your head, suddenly even more freaked out by the idea of them calling it off than you were a second ago about it actually happening. “It was just a surprise, that’s all. I’m okay with tonight if you are.”

“Okay. Cool.” He seems relieved. “I’ll let him know then.”

Frank decides to go take a shower once he gets confirmation from Rob that he’ll be around in half an hour. Waiting alone your mind races, imagining all kinds of possibilities about what might be about to happen. You’re already hard, and you stay hard while you go fret in the bedroom, straightening out the sheets and fluffing up the pillows and making sure the place looks tidy. As the moment of Rob’s arrival gets closer though, your erection subsides and starts to wither away, the excitement replaced by nerves. No, not just nerves: fear.

As Frank gets dressed into a pair of shorts and a muscle tee he watches you closely, sensing your anxiety. “Are you sure about this?” he asks. “I can message him back and call it off.” He doesn’t sound particularly convincing, and you’re pretty sure he’s hoping like hell you’re not going to take him up on the offer. 

The apartment buzzer rings. If you wanted to call it off it’s probably too late now. Not that he needs to worry though: you may be a nervous wreck but you sure as hell don’t want to pass up this opportunity to watch him have sex with another man. 

“I’m fine,” you say. “I’m ready for this.”

Frank buzzes him in. The minute from the street level to the door of your apartment seems to take forever, and as the two of you stand there in anticipation Frank tells you, “If you’re uncomfortable, if you want us to stop, just say. Okay?”

“Okay.” You can’t imagine a scenario where you’d actually do that though.

You hear a knock at the door, and Frank opens it. There in the hallway is the guy from the photo, looking exactly like you expected while also looking completely different, if that’s possible. He seems bigger — both in height and build — and his face is different in three dimensions and with slightly thicker stubble than when he took his profile pic. As the two of them greet each other he smiles, a big, lop-sided twinkly-eyed smile that makes him look almost movie star handsome.

Frank lets him in. His eyes catch you and he gives you the same smile — although maybe a hint more friendly and less flirty. “Hey man,” he says, coming over to you with an outstretched hand. “I’m guessing you must be Sam.” 

You take his hand and shake it. “Yeah, that’s right. Nice to meet you.” That doesn’t seem like the right thing to say to someone who’s about to fuck your boyfriend. Somehow it sounds a little too much like the beginning of a business meeting.

Rob doesn’t seem to find it at all odd. “Great to meet you too, man,” he says. “Frank tells me you’re going to be joining us.”

“If that’s okay,” you say. Hearing it out loud from someone else makes it seem like such an unreasonable request, and weird too.

“Of course!” he says. “It’s the least I can do since you’re sharing your boyfriend.” He laughs a deep laugh that seems to come all the way from his core. “But seriously, Frank was upfront that it was part of the deal. And I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t want to. It sounds fun; it’s been ages since I’ve had sex in front of anyone.”

“Okay, thanks,” you say.

“Just hope I don’t get stage fright,” Rob says, followed by another hearty laugh. When he sees you looking apprehensive he assures you, “Kidding. Believe me, my dick’s always ready to go. If anything it’s sometimes too ready.”

“Oh yeah?” Frank says suggestively. 

Rob laughs again. “Why don’t you come find out?” he says. Without waiting for Frank to take up the invitation he takes Frank’s wrist and places, draws him in close and places his hand on his crotch. 

Frank holds it there for a moment, before tracing out the shape of Rob’s cock through his jeans. You can see it stretching out the fabric, a thick slab in his trousers that reaches all the way to his pocket. “I see what you mean,” he says.

“You want to get me out of these jeans?” Rob suggests.

“Definitely.” Frank leads him into the bedroom, you following close behind.

Frank sits down on the bed, Rob standing in front of him. Frank unbuttons Rob’s fly, running his hand over the thick cylinder in his underwear a few times before he finally reaches in and pulls Rob’s cock out. It’s fully hard already and it is fucking huge. Almost beer can thick, and at least ten inches long with a thick vein and the fattest head you’ve ever seen in your life.

“God,” Frank says, fully in awe of the size of the thing. He wraps his hand around it and strokes it for a few seconds, admiring it, then puts his lips to the tip of the head and teases it. He takes it slowly, attentively servicing Rob’s cockhead with his tongue and his lips, taking it further and further until he has the whole head in his mouth. His mouth is already stretched wide and stuffed as full as I’ve ever seen him before; he can barely take the girth of this thing in his mouth. But he perseveres, taking it a little deeper and swallowing up the shaft inch by inch. He’s not even half way when he mumbles in alarm, obviously stuffed as wide and as far as he can take. He holds it there for, gagging on it, while Rob looks down at him approvingly. Finally he’s had all he can take, and he lets it out, gasping.

“Fuck,” he says. “It’s so big I can barely take any of it.”

“Just relax,” Rob says. “You’ll get used to it.”

Frank goes in for more, enthusiastically stretching his mouth around that monster and taking it as far as he can, even adjusting his posture so he can get it further down his throat. His muffled moans, his grunts, the choking and gagging sounds, they’re all so goddamned hot. What he’s putting himself through out of desparation to have that cock, it’s impressive.

Finally though, Rob pulls out. “My turn,” he says. He pulls Frank’s t-shirt off, unbuckles his belt and pulls down his trousers and briefs in one go, revealing Frank’s erection. He pushes Frank into a recline till he’s lying face up on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge, and he kneels down to take Frank’s cock in his mouth. He proceeds to give him an enthusiastic blow job that has Frank moaning uncontrollably until finally he yelps, “Stop!” He pushes Rob away. “You’re going to make me cum too soon,” he explains. “I don’t want to cum till you’ve fucked me.”

Rob grins. “Gladly. Got some lube?”

Frank looks over at you, for the first time since they got started. “Babe can you get us lube?” 

“Yep,” you say, your voice coming out squeakier and more pathetic than you’d expected. You go to the drawer by Frank’s side of the bed and grab it. “Do you need condoms too?” Part of you doesn’t want to even ask, because the thought of that big dick going in raw and breeding Frank would be absolute perfection. But you know you need to be more careful than that.

“Don’t worry about a condom,” Rob says. “I’ve got one.” He reaches into the pocket of his crumbled jeans and pulls one out. “I always carry my own; the regular ones don’t fit.” He says it like he’s a little embarrassed about it, even though it’s a flex.

He carefully stretches the condom over his cock, like a butcher shrink-wrapping a whole ham, and he slathers it with the lube you hand him. Then he climbs onto Frank, who’s still lying on the bed, hoisting one of Frank’s legs up over his shoulder to provide access to his ass.

“Go slow,” Frank pleads as Rob lines up the tip of his cock against his hole.

“I’ll be gentle,” Rob replies, leaning in and giving Frank a long, passionate kiss. Their lips are still locked together as Rob starts to slowly push his cock into Frank’s ass, and Frank moans into Rob’s mouth from the sensation of it.

Rob gets into a kneeling position, holding Frank’s ass open as he pushes in further. Frank lets out a long moan that sounds like the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, his face contorting and his eyes scrunching together as his hole gets stretched to take more and more of Rob’s enormous cock. Rob stops part way in, holding still, giving Frank another kiss and an opportunity to let his ass become accustomed to being this full. Then, when Frank finally lets out a deep breath, Rob starts to push further.

“Oh God,” Frank moans, as his ass is filled further and further.

Rob isn’t even the whole way in there when Frank’s yelp tells him to stop. He gives it a few seconds, then slowly pulls out almost to the end before pushing slowly back in to the same point he’d made it to a few seconds earlier. Frank’s absolutely wailing, so much that Rob pauses again and asks him, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No way!” Frank gasps. “This feels incredible. Keep going!”

Rob keeps fucking him, getting into a slow rhythm. With ever push in Frank lets out a hell of a moan, the pitch rising higher the further in Rob’s cock reaches. “Fuck!” he cries. “Holy… fuck.. It’s… So…” He trails off, not even capable of finishing the sentence or the thought. It’s only been about two minutes before, as Rob pushes in and goes a little deeper than before, Frank cries out, “Fuck! I’m going to…” Suddenly he shudders and his dick erupts, blasting ropes of cum all over his chest and his face.”

Rob leaves his cock inside until Frank’s finally done convulsing in climax. Then he slowly pulls out, leaving Frank a heaving, breathless mess.

“Holy shit,” Frank says. 

Rob chuckles. “Like that?” he asks.

“That was fucking incredible,” Frank gushes. “I’ve never experienced anything like it. I’m so sorry I came so fast, it just felt so overwhelming every time your cock got in deep.”

“It’s all good,” Rob says. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

“Do you want to cum?” Frank asks, reaching for Rob’s dick and stroking it through the rubber.

“Nah it’s okay,” he says. “I don’t need to cum. I enjoyed helping you get off. It would take me a while longer anyway.”

“Okay,” Frank says. “But please let me return the favour some time.”

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It’s amazing just how quickly Frank gets used to taking Rob’s third leg; after a couple of weeks and several attempts he’s taking that massive thing like a champ. Having that monster inside him still makes him blow his load in no time at all, but that just means that they fall into a routine where Rob will fuck him till he orgasms hands-free, then they’ll hang out for a while until Frank feels ready to take it again, at which time Rob will give him an even harder, longer fuck till he gets his turn to climax.

That means you start spending plenty of time hanging out with Rob. Sometimes he’ll come over pretty early in the evening after work and stay till late, and sometimes when none of you have plans he’ll turn up on a Friday night and stay till late Sunday afternoon. And when the two of them aren’t putting on a show, the three of you tend to hang out together.

The second time he hangs out he spots the game console by the television, and reveals that he’s a pretty keen gamer too. So the three of you hang out — Frank and Rob still in just their underwear between fuck sessions, with you fully clothed — and play games all afternoon. You’re surprised how much fun you have, and how natural it feels. After that it becomes a regular thing.

It’s surprising how well the two of you get on, considering the uncomfortable power imbalance that you thought would come with him fucking your boyfriend. Rob is actually a really decent guy, without and hint of the kind of arrogance you’d expected a bull to have, especially one as hung and obviously sexually superior as Rob. 

He doesn’t even try to make fun of you. At least, not at first.

There’s one day when the two of you are battling it out on a first person shooter. He lobs a grenade, and as your character dies for about the sixth time in a row he leaps up in excitement, throwing the controller down on the sofa and yelling, “That’s right, eat it, cuck!” He immediately seems to realise what he’s just said, and he follows it with an apology. “Sorry man, that just kind of came out.” And as you assure him it’s okay, that you’re not offended, you think that maybe he can tell by the tremor in your voice and the beginning of a tent in your sweatpants that it’s exactly what you’ve been wanting to hear.

After that he starts to get a little freer with the jibes. He’ll casually refer to you as a cuck in conversation, or he’ll allude to the fact that you’re not allowed to do anything more than watch when he’s with your boyfriend. Or when he’s setting up a multi-player game he’ll call your player ‘cuck’ instead of using your name. It’s not often though. And it sounds affectionate when he does it, the way friends throw shade at each other, rather than any real attempt to establish dominance.

Not that he needs to. His natural confidence, and the situation you’re in, makes it very clear that he’s the dominant male in the house when he’s around, whether he tries or even consciously realises it. Funny, that: you’d never noticed but that’s always the way it had gone in most of the friendships you’ve had. You’ve always been the quiet sidekick to a someone who’s more confident, more charismatic, and more successful in the bedroom. So your friendship with Rob feels quite natural.

Even if he’s taken your place as the one who’s fucking your boyfriend.

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That's the end of another path. We're getting real close to the end now - only a couple more endings to go!