Buddy Got Cheated On

Everyone is 18.

In high school, my very virgin friends and I were always open with each other. Porn was a regular commodity in our group. We had myriad shared-google spreadsheets with different flavors of porn links, organized by genre. Cut to us having a microculture of inside jokes, like a “small dick fucks busty chick” video where someone writes “Sean” next to it. Sean was one of the guys, a regular, fit dude who played more sports than the rest of us. I had never seen him hard, but there was no reason to expect he had a smaller than average dick–we just had those kind of jokes for no reason.

One sad joke was about our friend Will. He was going to be the first of us to finally go all the way with a girl in our school. She was a year older than us, and let him do the wildest stuff. Like he was the first of us to fully take out his dick while making out with a girl. She was experienced and was literally giving him blowjobs while the rest of us jerked off at home reading his recanting of the tale in the group chat. They were planning on finally having sex one weekend, but when it came time for them to do the deed, she admitted to cheating on him with an older guy. He couldn’t go through with it and left her on read, sharing the sad story with us. 

One thing I never told him, was that she had hit me up one weekend when he was out of town. She was a bored, horny slut and got me to exchange nudes with her. The next morning she said she felt horrible, and we never talked about it. I never told anyone.

So feeling bad for Will, and also a bit guilty to be honest, I helped him through a sad jerk sesh that night and literally fed him porn on discord screenshare. He didn’t even say when he was finished, just messaged "thanks" and logged off.

After a completely respectable amount of time, or maybe like two days, the cuck jokes started in the porn spreadsheet. A video URL was posted next to a cell that read “Will’s Weekend”, and the link opened a video of a sad cuck sitting in the chair watching a girl get railed by a literal group of rowdy and hung frat guys. I had to admit I laughed, but still felt sorry for Will.

The weekend after his heartbreak, I invited him over to my place. I figured he could use some distraction, some time away from the drama. When he walked in, he looked like he hadn’t slept much, but he forced a smile and followed me to my room. We flopped down on the bed, controllers in hand, and started playing games. The conversation drifted to the girl who’d cheated on him. He didn’t seem as wrecked as before, but there was still a lingering edge to his tone.

“I don’t know, man,” he said, leaning back against the headboard. “It’s messed up, but… I actually kind of liked the cuck porn.”

I raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was serious or just trying to joke it off. He chuckled, but there was something in his expression that told me he wasn’t entirely kidding. I shrugged and pulled up a cuckolding video on the TV, more as a gag than anything else. The moans and slapping sounds filled the room, and I glanced at my phone to respond to a text from a girl I’d been talking to.

When I looked up, my breath caught. Will’s hand was moving slowly over his sweatpants, his fingers kneading the growing bulge in his lap. I froze, unsure of what to do. I’d never seen a guy touch himself before, not in person. My first instinct was to look away, pretend I hadn’t noticed, but something kept my eyes glued to him.

He was athletic, his body lean and toned from years of sports. Even in his relaxed posture, his muscles looked defined beneath his shirt. I’d always been slim, but Will had that effortless, built frame that made girls swoon. The way he was rubbing himself now, though, felt so raw and unfiltered. It was like he’d let his guard down completely.

I swallowed hard, my own cock twitching in my sweatpants. The room felt warmer suddenly, the air thick with tension. I glanced back at the TV, where the porn was reaching its crescendo. The exaggerated moans snapped me out of my thoughts, and I quickly queued up another video to keep the moment going.

Will caught my eye and smirked, his hand still moving deliberately over his crotch. There was a question in his expression, a silent is this okay? I nodded toward the screen, my heart pounding. Just keep it no-homo, I thought, though the line between casual and weird was blurring fast.

Without a word, he tugged down his sweatpants, his boxers following. His cock sprang free, fully hard, and bigger than I’d expected. Not just long, but… big. I couldn’t look away. My own dick was straining against my pants now, begging for attention. I hesitated for a moment before slipping my hand into my waistband, my fingers wrapping around my shaft.

The sound of our hands moving, the slick friction of skin on skin, added to the porn sounds in the room. The video on the TV was almost forgotten, just background noise to the tension between us. I was hyper-aware of every movement, every breath between us. Will rested on his left hand on the ground, his eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted slightly as he stroked himself. His bare butt was on my carpet and I looked down at where his cheeks parted. He glanced at me, then down at my hand moving in my lap, and a small smirk tugged at his lips.

There was a strange mix of emotions swirling in my chest—nervousness, curiosity, even a flicker of excitement. I’d never done anything like this before, never thought I would. But here we were, two straight guys jerking off together, and somehow it felt… okay. More than okay. The heat of the moment, the shared vulnerability, it was intoxicating. Will was going through a hard time, and apparently the cuck porn was therapeutic for him.

"This is like watching her fuck the other guy," Will muttered, almost to no one, while he continued rapidly beating his increasingly wet meat.

I don't know what came over me, but I started to feel like we were in this together.

"You like her cheating on you," I said.

His face reacted like he was in pain as his pace quickened, his breathing becoming more ragged. His dirty blonde hair was getting a little sweaty and stuck to his forehead. His eyes stayed glued to the screen.

He literally groaned a little, like he was mumbling acknowledgement at the same time as experiencing unexpected pangs of pleasure.

I followed suit, my hand moving faster, my own arousal building. I couldn’t help but steal glances at his cock, the way it pulsed in his grip. It was almost mesmerizing, the way he worked himself with such ease.

"You're a cuck," I said, and he nodded, "You're a good boy."

I could see his arousal spike when I called him a cuck. His breath hitched, his hand moving faster as his eyes moved to mine.

“I never told you this,” I began, my voice low, “but she hit me up that weekend you were out of town. We… exchanged nudes.”

Will froze for a split second, his eyes widening in shock, but his hand kept moving.

“What… what else?” he asked, his voice strained but curious, almost desperate.

“She told me what she wanted to do to me,” I continued, watching his face as I spoke. “She said she’d let me fuck her however I wanted, that she’d let me use her like a whore.”

His jaw tightened, but his cock throbbed visibly in his hand. “Go on,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“She said she’d let me do stuff to her that she would never let you do,” I added, my voice dripping with confidence now, “She said you couldn’t handle her.”

Will’s breathing grew ragged, his strokes quick and uneven. “You’re an alpha,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I’m just a cuck.”

As I kept talking, he edged closer to me, his body gravitating toward mine almost involuntarily. His eyes were hooded, his lips slightly parted, and before I knew it, he was right next to me, his face hovering near my cock. Without a word, he opened his mouth, and I didn’t hesitate.

I shoved my dick inside, feeling the warmth of his mouth envelop me. He didn’t resist, his tongue working eagerly as I started to thrust. I fucked his face hard, his throat swallowing around me as I held the back of his head. His moans vibrated against my cock, and I could feel his own hand still working furiously between his legs.

It was raw, primal, and it felt like hours—though it couldn’t have been more than ten minutes. When I finally pulled out, he gasped for air, his lips swollen and glistening. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with submission.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “You’re the alpha. I’m just a cuck.”

I smirked, my cock still throbbing, and watched as he returned to stroking himself, his eyes never leaving mine. In a minute I was back on him, shoving my cock fully down his throat from above while he was on his back looking up at me with submissive eyes.

When he finally came, his body tensed, his back arching slightly as he gagged on my cock and spilled his jizz over his hand and stomach. I wasn’t far behind, my own climax hitting me with a sudden intensity that left me breathless as I emptied myself into his willing throat. The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound our heavy breathing, the video had ended, and the next one was still loading.

Will leaned back against the headboard, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. He seemed shy now, almost embarrassed, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—interest, maybe even curiosity. He glanced at me, then at the TV, where the porn was still playing.

“That was…” he started, then trailed off, shrugging.

I nodded, not sure what to say. My heart was still racing, my mind trying to process what had just happened. But before I could overthink it, Will’s smirk returned, and he reached for his pants.

“Maybe we should do that again sometime,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes lingering on me.

I felt a surge of heat in my chest, my cock already stirring at the thought. The line between friends and something more, something weird, had shifted, and I wasn’t sure where it would lead. But for now, all I could do was nod.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe we should.”