**Cucked by My Boyfriend’s Lover**

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who got off on this—watching my boyfriend get railed by another man right in front of me. But here we were.

It started as an argument. I’d caught him texting some guy, flirty shit, the kind of stuff that made my stomach twist. But instead of screaming, breaking up, I just… asked to see. And when he showed me, I got hard.

That’s how I ended up kneeling on the floor of our apartment, my cock throbbing in my sweatpants, while my boyfriend, Jake, straddled some older dude’s lap on our couch.

Jake was all muscle and smooth skin, his tight boxer briefs stretched over his thick ass. The other guy—Marcus—was bigger, rougher, with thick fingers that dug into Jake’s hips as they kissed sloppily.

“That’s it, baby,” Marcus growled, hands sliding under the waistband of Jake’s briefs. “Show your boy what a real man feels like.”

Jake whimpered, grinding down, his cock already leaking through the fabric. I could see the outline of Marcus’s dick beneath him—thick, heavy, straining against his jeans.

Marcus didn’t waste time. He yanked Jake’s briefs down, freeing his hard cock. Jake moaned, arching as Marcus palmed his ass, squeezing hard.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Marcus spat into his hand, then dragged it over Jake’s hole, making him shudder. “Been thinking about this all day, huh?”

Jake nodded fast, breathless. “Yes, fuck, yes—”

Marcus grinned, then looked right at me. “You just gonna sit there?”

I swallowed, my cock twitching.

Marcus didn’t wait for an answer. He unzipped his jeans, his thick cock springing free—uncut, veiny, already wet at the tip. My mouth watered.

Jake didn’t hesitate. He turned around, bracing his hands on the couch, ass in the air. Marcus groaned, gripping his hips.

“Fuck, look at that,” he muttered, running his cock between Jake’s cheeks. “You ready to take it, baby?”

Jake nodded, whining. “Please—”

Marcus pushed in slow, and Jake gasped, his whole body tensing. I could see the stretch, the way his hole swallowed Marcus inch by fucking inch.

“Oh, **fuck**,” Jake moaned, head dropping. “So big—”

Marcus bottomed out with a grunt, then started moving, rough and deep. Jake’s back arched, his cock dripping onto the couch.

“You see that?” Marcus growled, eyes locked on me. “See how tight he is? How much he loves my cock?”

I couldn’t speak. I just gripped myself through my sweats, watching my boyfriend get fucked.

Marcus sped up, slamming into Jake hard enough to make him cry out. The wet slap of skin filled the room, mixed with their heavy breathing.

“Harder,” Jake begged. “Fuck me harder—”

Marcus grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. “Say it again.”

Jake moaned, voice wrecked. “Fuck me harder, daddy—”

That did it. I yanked my cock out, stroking fast, precum smearing over my fingers.

Marcus laughed, fucking Jake brutally now. “Look at him, baby. Your boy’s jerking off like a pathetic little cuck.”

Jake glanced back at me, eyes glazed. “You like this?” His voice was broken, desperate. “Like watching me take a real cock?”

I came instantly, ropes of cum splattering the floor.

Marcus fucked Jake through it, until Jake was shaking, begging to come. Then he pulled out, flipped him onto his back, and shoved his cock back in.

“Fucking take it,” Marcus grunted, jerking Jake off fast.

Jake came with a shout, cum shooting over his stomach. Marcus followed, slamming deep as he pumped his load inside him.

They collapsed, panting.

I stayed on my knees, still hard.

Because I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.