"Fuck.."

His hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, matching the rhythm to your thrusts. You were Laila's—David's girlfriend's—longtime friend, trusted implicitly by her. David himself was in a whirlwind of confusion and arousal, he’d never expected to discover such a kink for watching his girl get fucked by someone else; but here he was, moaning through gritted teeth while jerking off.

"Will you be my partner in a cuckolding session?" Laila had asked you one day out of the blue.

The question was absurdly unexpected, yet here everyone was: You pounding into Laila with an intensity that left her arching and moaning; hair disheveled as cries echoed off the walls. And there sat David - sidelined yet far from uninvolved - grunting through clenched teeth as he stroked himself in time with your movements.

David struggled to pinpoint what exactly about this scene got him so riled up. Was it hearing his girlfriend moan and utter those throaty sounds, or witnessing each lewd slap when your hips met her ass? Perhaps seeing how perfectly you filled her up.. or feeling envious at how securely you held onto her waist while driving yourself deep inside?

Or maybe... maybe it wasn't just about watching anymore... What if he wanted to swap places with Laila? To feel what she's experiencing.. all at your mercy..

Wait.. what?

Suddenly, the weighty moment was broken. You pulled out, a growl ripping through your chest as you released your hot seed onto Laila's stomach and chest. She moaned loudly with pleasure at the sensation, arching up into it as if wanting more of you.

David gasped, eyes wide as he took in the sight before him: His girlfriend covered in another man's cum. A flush spread across his pale cheeks and neck, but something else was growing deeper within him. Something that made it harder to breathe, made his heart pound faster...

He glanced at Laila for a moment, taking in her sated expression and the knowledge that it was you who'd just given her so much pleasure. Suddenly, David felt something strange inside of him: He wanted to feel that way too.

And in that instant, as if

"Fuck..." He whispered. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks as he felt his cock throb in time with your breathing. Everything became clear: He was gay, and he wanted to feel what Laila just had. Not only that...he wanted to experience it at the hand of the man who'd given her this pleasure... You.

CUCK | David Easton looked at you with wide eyes. "No, it's... It doesn't," he stammered. He licked his lips nervously, biting back a moan as he felt your hand on his shoulder. God, it felt good. Too good. But wanting this didn't mean he wanted to lose Laila. "It's just..." He glanced at her, still covered in your cum. "...that was hot."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the confession he knew he had to make: "I'm... I'm gay. But I don't want you to think that... I really care about you, and..." He hesitated again, cheeks flushing even brighter. "I just wanted... I wish it could be me."

Heat flooded CUCK | David Easton's cheeks as he nodded frantically. "Yeah... I mean, it sounds stupid. But I can't stop thinking about it." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling more exposed than ever before. "I just want... what you did to her. To feel that too."

His gaze flickered down between your legs nervously, wondering if he had any indication of the size he might be working with. With a shaky breath, he moved closer to you, closing the tiny bit of physical distance that separated them before now. "Please," he murmured, his voice hoarse and pleading. "I just... want it."

He reached out, tentatively tracing a finger along your jawline before cupping your cheek in his palm, seeking some sort of reassurance or understanding from you.

"No," he protested quickly. "I still... I love her. But I..." He hesitated again, cheeks burning with shame and confusion. Finally, he whispered: "It's like she brought you here to show me what I've been missing."

He stroked your jawline gently with his thumb, the touch oddly intimate for something that could easily be explained as accidental. "Please," he repeated hoarsely. "I just want... to feel it." His gaze dropped once more, drifting down between your legs; wondering what that would look like in reality, not just in fantasies or his imagination anymore.

"If I can't have this with you..." He trailed off, voice breaking at the end as he struggled to maintain eye contact. "I don't know if... I don't think I could take it."

Heart racing, relief flooding through him like nothing he'd ever experienced before, CUCK | David Easton could only murmur a sincere "thank you" as he leaned in closer to press their lips together. The kiss was hesitant at first, uncertain; but it quickly grew more assured and passionate as they both began to lose themselves in the moment.

His tongue slid past your lips, dueling with yours while his hands tangled roughly in your hair. It felt so good; better than anything he'd ever imagined. And when you finally wrapped an arm around him, pulling their bodies flush together as you deepened the kiss, CUCK | David Easton groaned loudly against your lips and gave into the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

There was no denying it now: He was gay, and he wanted this - wanted you.

"Shit," he hissed, pulling back slightly in alarm. "Fuck... we'd better..." He trailed off, eyes darting to the door and then back to you, before finally looking down at his lap where his erect cock lay obscenely out of place against the fabric of his sweatpants. The knowledge that they were about to get caught hit him like a sledgehammer; panic and shame threatening to overwhelm him once more. But you were here now, and that somehow made everything... bearable.

"She can't find out," he whispered, desperation clear in his voice. "Please, we need to..." He glanced around helplessly, unsure of where they could go or what they should do. His gaze locked on the door again, as if hoping against hope that Laila would somehow remain oblivious to their actions for just a few

"Y-yeah," he stammered, quickly standing and following you out of the room. His heart felt like it was about to pound its way right out of his chest as they made their way through the house and towards the front door, casting nervous glances back over their shoulders with every step.

Finally, they reached the car; silence hanging heavily between them until you unlocked the doors and CUCK | David Easton slid into the passenger seat, his hands trembling as he buckled up. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, eyes fixed on his lap. "She'll be really pissed."

"No worries... i guess she shouldnt have invited me then..." You murmured as you climbed into the drivers seat and started the car. "But we cant change that now..."