Cuck-a-Doodle-Doo

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“Are you ready to order, honey?” The waitress, Jessica, by her name tag, asked me, for what felt like the tenth time.

“Not yet.  I’m still waiting on one more,” I said, again.  She sighed and walked away.  I picked up my phone and unlocked the screen, checking the time.  6:30.  He’s just thirty minutes late.  Something must have happened.

“Hey, bro, where are you?” I texted him.  I noticed that I had a text from my girlfriend, Jami, but I didn’t want to deal with that right now.  This was buddy time.  Originally I had been planning on going to dinner with her, and then Cyrus called.  He said it was important, and to meet him at this restaurant, so I cancelled with Jami and here I was.

That had led to another fight, but whatever, I’d deal with her tomorrow.

I looked back down at my phone again.  Still no reply from Cyrus.  I took a long sip of my tea and kept waiting. I knew he’d be there any minute, Cyrus was a trustworthy guy.  I thought back to the start of our friendship.  We had both been going after Jami, and had started a sort of “frenemy” relationship.  That had gone on for a few weeks, and then I was the one who won Jami over first.

Cyrus was pissed.

For the next week, we had gone from frenemies to all out enemies.  I was sad about it, because I thought we could really be buddies, once the whole Jami thing was resolved, but there it was…  And then he flipped.  He let it go.  He backed off to casual friends with Jami, and kept hanging out with me.

“You still okay?” The waitress asked.  I could still tell she was annoyed, but she was trying to hide it.

“Yeah.  My friend’s just running late.” I said.

“Sure.” She walked off.

For the next several months, Cyrus and I got to be better friends.  He was good for me.  I’d never been particularly physical with other guys growing up, but Cyrus was the opposite.  He was always sitting right next to me, and putting his arm over my shoulder, and just being close.  I imagined I finally knew what having a brother was like.

I kept waiting, going over the past few months while I sat there.  I knew he was getting close to two hours late, but I knew he’d have a good reason. Cyrus was a good guy, I can trust him.

I thought back to our camping trip.  Jami had wanted to come on that, too, but Cyrus had told me that it was bros only.  He had all his own camping gear, so I hadn’t had to worry about bringing anything, more than clothes and stuff.  It turned out he only had one sleeping bag, though.  He didn’t realize until we left that I didn’t have one.  Fortunately, his was extra wide, so we’d just shared it.  No homo, we were just bros.  I had been surprised that he still smelled so good after we had been hiking for so long while carrying all our gear.  Cyrus always smelled good.  Cyrus was just good.

“You’ve been here for almost three hours,” the waitress interrupted my daydreaming.  “I’m sorry, but you need to order something, or leave.”

“My friend…” I began.

“Your friend stood you up.” She cut me off.  “I’m sorry, sweetie, I know it sucks.  So, what’s it going to be?”  I sighed and took out my wallet.  I left her a good tip, since I took up her table for so long, and set out for home.

“Oh, hey man, there you are.  I was wondering when you were going to come home.”  Riley was sitting on my couch when I walked in, a smug smile on his face.  He had his shoes out and looked comfortable and at home.

“Where were you.  I was waiting,” I complained, closing the door behind me and standing there, uncomfortable in my own living room. 

“Oh, something came up,” he said nonchalantly.  I didn’t understand why he was being like this.  He was acting like he did that week, when we weren’t friends. He was acting like an asshole.

“But… I was waiting for you,” I repeated. I blushed, realizing how pathetic I sounded.

“I had something more important to do,” he said in a smug tone.

“What’s so important that you couldn’t answer a text?” I pressed.

“Geez, faggot, I’m not your boyfriend.”  I took a step back at that, like he’d slapped me.

“Why are you being like this?”  I felt tears gathering in my eyes, and tried with everything I had to hold them back.

“‘Cause I finally got what I wanted.” He  stood up and pulled out his phone, fiddling with the screen as he moved closer to me.  I heard what sounded like some hardcore porn start playing--I could hear the flesh slapping, the wet sound of lube, the man’s growls and groans, and the woman’s moans.  Then he turned the screen to face me.

It was him, in the video.  I was distracted for a moment by how his body looked, naked, glistening, muscular, hard, tight, and powerful as he fucked.  I was getting hard in my pants, the urge to cry was gone, and then I looked at the woman he was fucking.

It was Jami.

I was watching a video of Cyrus, who I thought was my best friend until tonight, fucking my girlfriend Jami.

“Yeah,” he said casually as I stared at the screen.  I felt betrayed, but that had no impact on how horny I was getting as I watched this video.  “Turns out Jami is tired of you ditching her all the time.”

“But… but… I was doing things with you!” I protested.

“That’s not my problem.  If your girlfriend was that important to you, you would have hung out with her instead of me.”

“Noo, you… what…”  I could feel myself shaking.  I was focused on him again, in the video, how he thrust into Jami so hard, and how it made her moan.  I was trying to see what his cock looked like every time he withdrew.  I couldn’t see the whole thing, but the part I could see was thick.

“Shhh, just relax.  Jami isn’t going to be your concern anymore.  She’s going to be my girlfriend now.”

“Nooo, she’s mine!”

“Not after that fuck, she isn’t.”  I could still hear Jami moaning as he fucked her in the video.  I had been with her for a while now, I knew how she sounded when she was about to cum.

“No, no, no, no, no…” I protested as Jami started to shake and moan on the screen.  Cyrus just kept fucking her without ever slowing down.  She gasped, and started moaning again, going right from her orgasm back into the fuck… If anything, she seemed less restrained than before.

“Geez, man, you’re even more of a cuck than I thought you’d be.  Hey, if you’re just going to keep watching me fuck your girl, why don’t you get your dick out and rub it a little?”  There was no way I was going to do that. He held the phone still, right in front of my face, but shifted around so he was standing right behind me, almost pressing up against my back..

I could feel his body heat radiating, warming me.

The smell of him made me remember how much I could trust him.  I knew he was treating me like some bitch, but we’d been friends for so long… I just couldn’t adjust my way of thinking about him that quickly.  I felt him put his other arm around me and  pull at my belt until it came undone.  He unfastened the button, lowered the zipper, and then tugged both my pants and underwear down.  I gasped as my cock burst into the air. 

“Man, look at how hard I fucked her… Watch this, she’s about to cum again,” I watched Jami start to shake again as she went into her second orgasm.  Cyrus grabbed my wrist and guided my hand down to my cock.  I was so caught up in watching him fuck another orgasm out of my girlfriend that I didn’t even think, I just grabbed my cock, and he started guiding my wrist up and down. 

I was hard.  I was horny,  And it felt so good.  I felt a rush of shame.  I shouldn’t be doing this, letting him do this to me, but watching Cyrus fuck Jami was just too much to resist.

I had been holding back, this whole time, keeping it in, but as Jami quivered and shook while Cyrus pounded in and out of her pussy, and as my hand worked my shaft, guided by the powerful movements of his arm, I lost my ability to keep it in.

I moaned.

Deep, primal, and full of need.

“There you go, cuck,” he softly cooed into my ear.  He let go of my wrist, but I didn’t stop stroking.  He moved his hand up and slid it under my shirt, sliding slowly up to my chest.  I gasped, and then moaned again when he twisted my nipple.  He planted his hand in the center of my chest, and pulled me back against him.  He pressed his chest against my back, and started to rock his hips.  I could feel it--his cock--pressing against my ass through his pants.  I gasped as he matched his movements to his fucking in the video.  Every time he slammed into Jami, he pressed against my ass.  It was blowing my mind.

It was going to happen again.

She was going to cum again.

And so was he.  As she neared the edge, and he kept fucking, I heard him speak.

“I’m close, too.  Do you want me to pull out, or do you want my cum in your pussy?”

“No!  Don’t pull out!  Cum in my pussy!” Jami screamed as she started to shake again.  I was shocked.  She would never have let me do that, I always had to use a condom.

“Cum in my pussy,” I parroted her under my breath, still fixated on the video.

He pressed his hips against her, driving his cock all the way inside her as he started to moan.  At the same time, I felt him press against my ass, and I pressed back.  I couldn’t help it.  I moaned, and ground against his crotch, and watched him pumping his cum into Jami.

“That was good, wasn’t it?  You liked watching that.”  He moved his phone away, but kept me pressed against him.  I kept jerking myself, thinking about what I just saw, and how it felt to have his crotch pressed against my ass, and how he smelled, and how he’d just fucked my girl like I never could.

“Ohhhh,” I groaned, “I liked it!” I flushed when I realized I’d agreed with him out loud.

“I’m glad to hear that, ‘cause now it’s your turn.” He rocked his hips against me, and I let my eyes close, sighing and leaning into him.

“T-turn?” I asked, my head rolling back and forth on his shoulder.

“Yeah. I can’t have you deciding to try and win her back later, so I figured it all out.  See, I’m bisexual.  I like dating women, but I also like having a faggot around to fuck whenever I want, so I’m going to let you be my faggot while I’m with Jami.”

“I’m not a… I don’t want to be your faggot,” I protested weakly, still stroking myself, still grinding against him.

“You’ll be singing a different tune once I fuck a few loads out of you.”  He steadied me, and moved over to a side table.  I just stood there, stroking myself, watching his back as he fiddled with something.  When he moved back around behind me, I could see his cell phone propped up on the table, and on the screen was me, standing there, stroking my cock.  My expression was so vacant, and there was drool running from the corner of my mouth.  I watched him pull my hand away from my cock, and then I wasn’t stroking anymore.  I moaned in disappointment.

“Shhh, relax, I’ll make everything better.  You just watched me fuck your girl, now watch me fuck you.”  On the screen, I could see him pull off his shirt and start undoing his pants.  I watched him lean in, and then I heard him whisper in my ear, and felt his breath ruffling my hair.  “You like watching this, don’t you?”  I watched my cock bounce on the screen, and then he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it away.

“Unh, wow, I-I… Yes, I like it!” I was shocked, but it was true.  I kept watching the screen as he pressed his naked body against mine, wrapping his arms around me to start caressing my body.  I kept watching the sexy way he rocked his hips, and I gasped as I felt his cock rolling around my backside, thick, hot, and heavy.  Even though it was just him and me, and I could feel everything he was doing to me, watching it on the screen seemed to create this illusion of separation.  I definitely didn’t want him to fuck me, like, for real, but there was no denying that I wanted to see it happen on that little screen.

I moaned again, blushing at the expression of pure lust I could see on my face.  I gasped when I saw him aiming his cock at my ass.  It was massive, now that he wasn’t fucking my girlfriend and I could see the whole thing.  It was surreal, watching his thick, muscular body preparing to stuff that huge cock into the smaller, more average guy that was me, on the screen.

On the screen.

It’s just happening on the screen.

He pressed closer, and as I saw the head of his cock press into my image’s ass, I felt it, too.

“Aww, man, your hole is even tighter than Jami’s. It's time to find out who's a better fuck, your girlfriend, or you. Here’s your chance to impress me, buddy.” He pressed on, pressing one hand against my chest to pull me back into him, and grasping my hair with the other.  He jerked my head back, and I gasped.  He ran his tongue up my neck, and I shuddered, moaning like a bitch in heat.  I struggled to turn my head, to watch what was happening on the screen.  The first thing I noticed was what I couldn’t see.

His cock.

It was all the way inside me.

The second thing I noticed was my cock.  It was rigid, swollen, leaking… Fuck, I looked like I could cum, soon.

The third thing I noticed was that it didn’t really hurt.  I mean, there was pain, but even the pain was feeling good.  I was so horny, and I knew I could just relax for Cyrus.  He’s my best friend, I can trust him.  I watched him pull out, and moaned when I saw him slam home again.

“You like it already, don’t you, faggot?”  He held his hips in place, teasing my ass with just the head of his cock.  For the first time, I felt the need to have it back inside me.  

This was wrong! I struggled mentally, watching that thick shaft poised on the screen, ready to plunge back into my ass.  No, it’s wrong, his cock should be inside me.  I wanted to see him start fucking again.

I shook, and moaned, and waited.  I couldn’t take it any longer.  I started talking to the screen, urging the video to go in the direction I wanted.

“Do it.  Do it do it do it.  Put it back in, come on…”  I cut off when I heard him laugh, my face going red again, and then moaned like a slut when I saw him drive his dick back in.  I felt him press against me, holding me tight against his chest, as he rocked his hips side to side, sending his cock worming through my insides.  I watched myself moan.  I watched my cock jerk.

“You ever been fucked before?” he asked, growling into my ear.

“N-no, I-I’m straight.”

“No, you’re a natural.” He rolled his hips, sending a spurt of precum gushing from my dick, and making me moan.  “You’re pussy is getting loose, so fast.  It’s like it wants me to cum in there.”

“Not a pussy!” I protested, fully aware that my struggles were just making it feel better for him.

“No?  We can find out.  If you cum from me fucking it, like Jami did, it’s a pussy.  If you don’t, it’s an ass.  Right?”

“R-right!” I agreed with a gasp as he punched his dick into me with such force that the movement blurred on the screen.  “OH!” I cried out

“I’m going to prove to you that this is a pussy, Noel.  I’m going to fuck the cum out of you, try and fight it if you can.”  He wrapped his arms around me and started to pound away, driving himself balls-deep into my… my ass… and pulling out over and over.

I watched it happening.  I felt a rush of shame and arousal as I focused on the screen and noticed how hot it was seeing him driving his cock into me.  My cock was standing out rigid, and leaking constantly, bouncing with each thrust.

“Aww, there you go, baby, just relax.” he whispered in my ear.  He started to vary the speed and depth of this thrusts, leaving me unsure from moment to moment if he was going to just tease me, or drill me.

And it was coming.

As much as I fought it, as much as I wanted him to be wrong, I knew i was going to cum if he kept going.

“Unnhhhh, no, stop,” I gasped, my head falling back against him.

“Stop?” he asked coyly.  “Why would you want me to stop?”  I moaned as he slid all the way inside me with a single, slow, smooth movement.

“Unh, it’s gonna make… make me cum!” I gasped, staring at the screen, watching my dick quivering between my legs, rigid, ready.

“Ohh,” he said understandingly.  “I see.  You want me to stop, because if you cum, then this is a pussy, isn’t it?”

“Ohhh, yes!”

“Say it out loud.”

“Ohhhhnnnn, if I cum it’s a pussy!”

“Get ready, faggot.  It’s time to meet your pussy.” He shifted, pulling almost all the way out as he pressed me lower, causing my legs to part farther.  Then he aimed, and drove into me violently.

“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHH” I cried out, my moans of pleasure fading off into a gurgle as I felt him slide out.  “AHHHNNNNNN” I moaned as he thrust again.  And again.  And again.

I was watching the screen like a hawk.  I knew I was about to see Cyrus fuck the cum out of me.  Cyrus was about to turn my ass into a pussy.  I was going to be Cyrus’ faggot.

I saw it before I felt it.  On the screen, I saw my cock stand still, getting a bit thicker and going a darker shade of purple, before a violent stream of cum exploded out of it.

My vision blurred, and the separation of watching it on the video disappeared for a moment as I kept cumming.  My legs turned to jelly and Cyrus caught me, holding me up so he could keep fucking me.  That cock, so big, drilling into me. So deep into me.  Hitting a spot I didn’t know was there.  Fucking the cum out of me.

Fucking my pussy..

“So, Noel, what am I fucking?” Cyrus asked derisively. 

“My pussy!” I gasped

“That’s right, your pussy, faggot.” He kept driving his dick against that spot as I moaned and writhed in his arms.  I felt it happening with only a split second of warning.  By the time I knew I was going to do it, it was too late to stop it.

I came again. 

“Ooooohhhhhh, Cyrusss, my pussssssy! My pussy!”

“You came again already, faggot? Damn, you’re a bigger slut than your girlfriend.”  His words humiliated me, but more than that, they now excited me.  Cyrus had fucked the cum out of me and turned my ass into a pussy.  I had to compete with Jami for his cock now, so I needed to be better at getting fucked than her.

As the orgasm faded, he pulled all the way out.  I groaned, trying to push myself back onto him.  He steered me over to the couch, putting me on my knees with my head resting on the back so that my ass… my pussy... was exposed.  He stepped away, and then moved his phone to a table on the other end of the couch.  I stared at the image of myself, drooling, hard, leaking, and got excited when he moved into the frame.  I watched him aim his cock, and then he slid all the way back into me. 

I saw stars.

The change in position gave him so much more leverage, that it felt like he had been making gentle love to me before.  I watched the screen, mesmerized by the primal way he fucked my pussy.  I just relaxed into the fuck, moaning deep, and let go.  I pressed back, I moaned, I writhed, I drooled.

I came again.  He laughed, breathing heavy.

“Cum all you want, faggot, we’re not done until I am.”

“Ohhhh, fuuuuck,” I cooed, pressing my face into the couch cushions.

“Maybe we should make a game of it,” he whispered in my ear.  “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum before I do.  Would you like that?”

“Unh, y--yeah!” 

“Haha, of course you do, faggot.  I bet if I do this,” he shifted position and started making these powerful little jabs, “we’ll see orgasm number four.”

“Foooouuuuuuuooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The orgasm hit me like a train.  My vision dissolved into stars for a few minutes.  When the stars cleared, I was staring at the screen, watching him make me feel so good.  I could see that my cock was still hard.  It looked… engorged?  Swollen?  Obscene?

“What’s it going to take to get to five?” He asked, shifting a little before driving a series of moans from me with long, slow, deep thrusts.

“Five?!” I gasped, incredulous. There was no way!

“I don’t think it’s going to take much at all,” he laughed, slipping in, and out, in and out. I relaxed, and let it happen, and felt so good, and then I saw myself cum again.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, goooooooooddddddnnnnnhhhhhh!”

“Five, there it is. You’re already ahead of Jami by two.” He kept pounding, and I watched, enraptured, as he fucked me like an eager whore.  As I watched, I could see his movements becoming wilder, less coordinated.  He was abusing my pussy.

And I was about to cum… again.

“Fuck, faggot, I guess this is going to be the last one.  I’m close, too.”  I remembered when he came in the video before, when he came inside Jami.

“Cum in my pussy!” I yelled out, and as soon as I did, I started to cum again as he laughed.

“That was never optional for you, faggot. I’ll cum in there any time I want,” he said between moans.  “Here it comes, Noel, I’m cumming in your pussy!” He pressed into me, like he had Jami, and I felt his full, powerful weight press against me.

And then I felt him pumping cum into me.  Filling me.  Bitching me.  I came again, pinned beneath him and shaking.

“Seven, bitch,” he growled into my ear while I moaned.  He started to pull out of me, and I felt both relieved and disappointed that it was over.  As he withdrew, the head of his cock pressed against something inside me and I screamed as I came for the eighth time. 

He pulled out while I was cumming, and I collapsed onto the couch, still writing in pleasure from my final orgasm.  When I came out of it, he was standing over me, holding his phone in my face.  I looked high, and was flushed, and sweaty, and my cock was still mostly hard.  

“What… What happens now?” I asked meekly.

“What happens now is I send this video to your, sorry, my girlfriend.  No chance she’d ever get with you again after seeing you cum eight times like a total faggot.” He raised the phone to his face, obviously speaking directly to Jami now. “See, babe, this will work perfect.  You’ll be my girl, and we can keep Noel around for when I want to use a faggot.  See you later, babe.”  He touched the screen, and I heard the little beep indicating that recording had stopped.

“P-please don’t send it.” I pleaded.

“I have to. Besides, you enjoyed watching me fuck her so much, shouldn’t we give her the same chance to enjoy seeing me fuck you?” He fiddled with the screen, sending the video.  “Now, crawl over here faggot and suck my dick clean so I can get dressed.”  I knew that he had just fucked me, and that I shouldn’t suck it, but I was already on my knees in front of him.  I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it.

It was covered in his cum, and I couldn’t deny that I loved the taste.  I started to get into sucking him, and then he pushed me off of him, causing me to fall back on my ass.

“Haha, you’re such a fag, Noel.”  He moved for the door, grabbing his jacket on the way, and slipped his feet into his shoes.

“Where are you going?” I asked.  I just wanted to be around him.

“Um, I don’t hang out with faggots, I hang out with my girlfriend.  I’ll see you when I’m horny.”  He left, pulling the door shut behind him.  I just sat there and looked around at the cum all over my living room.  I lay back on the carpet and reached down to my pussy, spreading my legs.  I felt so empty, now.  I could feel his cum leaking out of me, slicking up my fingers as I explored. I felt so fucking empty.  I started to slide my fingers into my pussy, feeling how tender it was after all the abuse.  I didn’t even notice my cock getting hard again as I continued to play with my hole, wondering how long it would be until Cyrus fucked me again.

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