Cuck (Do You Think I’m Gay?)

Everyone is 18.

This is a story I fleshed out with permission from a buddy of mine. He literally asked me if I think he’s gay. You guys can read for yourselves and guess what I told him.

I saw a friend I hadn’t seen since college in the airport Centurion lounge. I was still using my parents’ account and got into the fancy lounges, and even got free flight upgrades. I stuffed my face with all the free food at the buffet, and enjoyed the nicest bathrooms in the world.

I recognized the profile view of his face as he sat reading a book by the window. Planes took off behind him as he lost himself in the pages. He had filled out in the year since we graduated, his muscular chest and arms making his polo shirt look small on him. I saw on his LinkedIn that he was working in the same city as me, but we never reached out to each other, both busy with work and girlfriends. I immediately recognized his chiseled jawline and meandered slowly over to him, gently waving and waiting for him to look up.

His face morphed from faint recognition to a big smile when he recognized me. “Connor!”

“Hey man!”

He stood up and we went in for a bro hug. This might sound weird, but I could smell the same cologne he used to wear on dates. I don’t know if he ever realized it, but the aroma had a strong memory connection for me. He lingered on the hug for a second longer than normal, and I could tell he was excited to see me too. It turned out we would be on the same flight, so we decided to open the app and change our seats to sit next to each other for the plane ride.

As we caught up with the initial basics, family, jobs, travel etc., my mind wandered back to our time together in college, the thing that was obviously on our minds, even if we hadn’t figured out how to talk about it yet. We were roommates for a couple years, and the first major change to my life when we moved in together was that I saw him naked far more often than I had ever seen another guy, or anyone actually. We basically had a routine where I would pretend to be asleep while he pounded out his girlfriend in the same room, often with no care toward even covering his athletic ass with a blanket. I saw his pink hole as he plowed away at two different girlfriends that year, in addition to the many one night stands during his single periods. I saw his cock more than I saw any girl. He always wore a specific, subtle cologne when he was going on a date, or going out to meet girls. I started to recognize the scent and even get a boner from it, since I associated it with a hot voyeuristic sesh coming later in the night. I guess that’s the nature of college. At least for me it was.

Sometimes, if I thought I could get away with it, I would spank out a load or two while he had his fun four feet away from me. My mind started to associate seeing him naked with getting off, and eventually I would jerk off even if he was in the room alone. At first he would pretend not to notice, but then he would make some lewd allusions, and eventually he started straight up calling me “spanker”. It somehow didn’t occur to me that he knew what I was doing—I thought he was just referring to the fact that I never got any pussy.

He was always a bigger guy than me, especially sophomore year of college when I hadn’t even started lifting yet. I was a swimmer with tight abs, but I looked younger than my nineteen years. He, on the other hand, had a distinguished face and a charisma that made him carry himself like a guy in his mid twenties. I honestly think his charisma came from his dick.

When he dropped his shorts in front of me for the first time, it was actually at a party. He wasn’t even hard, but the thick floppy flesh tube stuck out visually from across the room as he showed it off drunkenly to some guy who had apparently challenged him to a literal dick measuring contest. I’d seen guys naked my whole life, but this was the first time I was shocked by such a gargantuan girth and length.

Living in his shadow did have its benefits. We were tight as tin, and I ended up at fun parties all the time with him. Even if he cucked me sometimes, talking up a girl I had been enjoying a conversation with, and ending up back in OUR room together, I never really hated him. I would just pretend to sleep, peak over at them, watch his massive cock enter her, and jerk myself into a quiet, clean orgasm. The jealousy was just a cool part of our dynamic together. He could tell I envied him, but I was a people pleaser.

One night near the end of sophomore year, however, things changed. I had drunk a few beers with some friends, and was just closing my eyes to sleep when he brought a girl home. I heard him tell her that I was a deep sleeper, and not to worry about me. She hesitantly agreed, apparently motivated to experience some of his well reputed love making skills. I closed my eyes, but kept one slightly squinted open, just enough that I appeared to be asleep in the dim moonlight coming through the window.

I watched as he did one of his more kinky habits: when she went into the bathroom to freshen up, he got completely naked, his large, hard dick standing at attention. By this point I was already conditioned to get horny just at seeing his cute little ass, knowing I was going to witness some rough sex. When she came out of the bathroom she gasped, chuckled, and quickly sank to her knees. She went down easier than other girls he had tried this on. I watched his butt cheeks tense as she started to bob on his rod, and I started to subtly grope myself under the sheets. When he started moaning, I had to stop and grip myself firmly to prevent a premature eruption.

She bobbed on him tentatively, clearly overwhelmed with the thickness of his shaft stretching her jaw, and he soon put his hand on her head, encouraging her to do more. She had to stop, and asked if he was ready to fuck her. He whispered his response enthusiastically. “Hell yeah baby.”

I watched him pull out the lube from his special hiding place, set it aside without her seeing, and prep his magic. She got on all fours, and because our beds were perpendicular, she was facing me as I continued to pretend to sleep, bundled up under my blanket. I watched her face as he penetrated her. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, and the thought crossed my mind for the briefest second, of how she must feel at the moment getting penetrated by his magnum dong. In a minute he was pounding her brains out, and I watched his face grow in enthusiasm as he was getting yet another beautiful girl’s pussy to pleasure his dick while I watched like a cuck.

I loved when he got excited, and I started stroking again. I had a good idea of what was coming next, because he always tried to get anal when he was feeling especially enthusiastic with a certain type of horny girl. I lost a bit of my typical composure thanks to the beers, and was stroking a bit too obviously. A second later, her eyes burst open in shock. She cursed, seeing me spanking my nerdy cock under my blanket and accused him of trying to put it in her ass while his perv roommate watches.

“Is this some weird ‘guys’ thing??” she demanded.

“Babe, no!” He insisted, but the moment was lost. She threw on her slutty dress and was out the door in seconds.

While it wasn’t the first time he had scared off a girl by trying anal, it was the only time I had contributed to him getting blue balls.

“Sorry bro, I don’t know what I was thinking,” I said shyly. For the first time since I’d known him, he actually looked a bit angry with me.

“My ass, bro. You perv on me every fucking day.”

I don’t know how I didn’t realize it before, but I was stunned to learn that he knew I was awake all those times.

I tried to explain. “You bang hot girls all the time dude, how can I not watch?”

“Why don’t you get some pussy for yourself bro? I take you to parties every weekend, and your body is lean but not terrible. Girls would like that shit if you gave any effort at all.”

I paused for a second. “I don’t have the rizz you do.”

He cringed at me saying that. But back then, I thought that was the word we were using.

“Well I guess the closest thing you’re gonna get to pussy is watching me do it.”

“I guess you’re right.”

He looked at me like I was the most pathetic thing in the world, then picked up his phone, probably to scroll down his snaps and see who might be available for a quickie. His big cock was sticking up straight, indicating his frustration at the night’s events, and his impending blue balls. I watched it glisten with the juices from his penetration only two minutes earlier.

Before I knew what was coming out of my mouth, my subconscious uttered the weirdest words I would ever think to say. “Can I smell it?”

He looked at me, still pissed, and squinted. “What?”

My stomach fell out of my ass, nerves taking over my body for having said something like that. But, I had already broken the seal. “Can I smell her pussy on you?”

His face showed a mix of confusion, disgust, and pity, while my cock grew as hard as it had ever been. I bunched up my blanket over my erection to hide my shameful arousal, as he shook his head in disbelief.

He went back to playing on his phone. I waited for a minute, and then my body started to move involuntarily, my teen hormones in control, as I crawled over to him and approached his crotch with my face. The gentle mix of his light cologne, body sweat, and a girls pussy barely started to enter my nostrils. I looked up at him one last time, and he didn’t move a muscle. So, I stretched my head down and sniffed. The smell hit me like a rocket to the brain. It was the pussy of a goddess, and the cock of an Adonis. It represented to me all the unattainable aspects of the human experience, being a perfect man, fucking a perfect woman. The prime of life.

I sniffed the left side, and he still didn’t move. I positioned my nose on the right side, and he did nothing, continuing to scroll on his phone, some light frustration appearing on his face. Guess the girls were busy tonight. Their loss, my gain, I thought as I moved down to his balls. He had naturally (I believe) hairless balls, contrasting only slightly with his trimmed pubes. Almost by accident, my mouth brushed against his low hanging, large balls, but he didn’t flinch. I licked my lips, and got a rush through my body. I instinctively arched my back and felt a naturally submissive form take over. As if accepting tacit permission, I stuck out my tongue to taste more of his juicy ball sweat and leftover pussy juice. His body told me he was enjoying it, as his hips jerked slightly forward, and I lapped up his balls until they were clean. He finally acknowledged what I was doing, grabbed the base of his cock and started talking it on my cheek. I opened my mouth and kept worshiping his balls, taking in the scent of sex that I could only dream of. Apparently I hadn’t taken the hint quickly enough, because he suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, and shoved himself inside me. The rush was worth the instant gagging, and when he started humping me I felt the most intense sexual thrill of my life. I grunted around his cock and started to release tears as he entered my throat for longer periods, letting me breathe only for brief periods. The smell of pussy was replaced with pure dick aroma and some bonus precum for my tongue.

“You know,” he finally said, still moving my head up and down his shaft, “I was gonna get anal tonight before you fucked it up.”

My throat released a shocked groan around his thick shaft when he said that. Apparently taking that as a yes, he picked up my body and spun me around facing away from him, grabbed his lube and poured a generous amount on my ass. I braced as he quickly inserted his tip. The pain shot up my body and I tensed, but my instinct was that I deserved it, and he deserved to get off. He was an alpha, a jock, and a man, whereas I was a boy, only worthy of pleasuring others, even men.

I gripped the blanket as if it grounded me. He continued forward until he was balls deep. He held it there until my heart stopped racing, and the inside of my body conformed to his will. When he started his thrusts, the sharpness turned to numbness. The numbness turned to mindlessness. My empty brain turned to pleasure, and he started hitting a button inside me. That was all the confirmation I needed that this was meant to be. He didn’t prolong the experience. Within another two minutes, he was pounding my ass and making me forget my own name. He wrapped his strong arm around my neck and tightened his flex until I saw stars. I drooled out of my open mouth and all I could feel in my body was a tingle building from my ass and balls up to my stomach, and suddenly I felt my cock pulsing. It was like having an orgasm spread throughout my body, instead of just my cock. I felt my hole tighten in bursts, like I was trying to close my ass involuntarily but his cock was blocking it, somehow heightening my pleasure. His body slapped against mine so fast that his cock was a blur. Just before I was going to pass out, my vision darkening, he muttered something in my ear between breaths. All I could make out was, “little faggot” and “cock slut” before he froze his thrusts and throbbed inside me. He let go of my neck, and I sucked in a breath as the color returned to my face. He held my hips in place as he finished using me, before popping his cock out and letting his load leak out of me.

He fell back onto his bed, leaning on his arms and catching his breath, letting his big cock rest on his thigh. I turned around, unable to sit up straight, and lay there in a puddle of cum and sweat, looking at him, taking in the experience. When my consciousness fully returned, I said the only thing that made sense to me in the moment: “Thanks.”

He chuckled and shook his head, grabbed a towel, and headed out of the room for the showers.

The rest of the year, I got to be his regular pussy cleanup crew. I stopped even trying to get with girls, just focused on school and my over-sexed roommate knocking over my throat and ass once in a while and letting me clean the pussy juices off of him. We never really talked about it, except his nicknames for me evolved from “spanker” to “cuck” and “fleshlight”, much to the consternation of our mutual friends.

And when we moved into an apartment junior year, he actually encouraged me to get a girlfriend, which I eventually did. Things slowed down between us, but never stopped. By the end of senior year, we were down to only occasional, spontaneous, late nights when we could sneak away from our girlfriends. And after graduation, we sort of lost touch. But, apparently, we were about to be on the same flight.

And I could still smell his cologne.