So, this is not an erotica story, but rather a true life experience I had. And it shows why, at least for some of us, living out our cuckold fantasies is not always the best idea. On the off-chance that some of you find this arousing, no shame. It’s too personal for me to enjoy myself, but I recognize that it could be a pretty hot fantasy, thusly why I’m sharing it here.
The summer of 2012, me and some of my family was hard up for work so we decided to temporarily move out to Woodward, Oklahoma to try and get oil rig jobs.
Turns out, that town has got a lot of jobs, but zero available houses to rent. Even the motels were booked solid by companies putting up their own workers.
So, we ended up roughing it. I mean, really roughing it. We borrowed my grandma’s beat up RV and rented a spot in an RV park so we’d have a place to sleep at night.
It was my two cousins up there with me, Ty and Brad, and these dudes pulled in girls like magnets. I mean, seriously.
Ty was rough looking, muscular and stout, and could talk about any girl he wanted into sleeping with him. He had sandy blonde hair, messy with a slight curl to it, and penetrating blue eyes. He was loud, obnoxious, a braggart. But his confidence made him a lady-killer.
Brad, on the other hand, was quiet, shy, tall, and extremely cute. Like, girls would literally throw themselves at him in public. He was serious, but sensitive. Darker hair than Ty, but still a dirty blonde color.
And then, there’s me. I’m a few years older than these bros, but I look like I’m still in high school. Girls frequently refer to me as “that kid over there.”
I’m only 5’7″, weigh around 170 at that time. Hazel eyes, brown hair. I’m clean cut with a goatee but I look more like a youth pastor than a player.
And honestly, I’m no player. But, I was really confident that maybe if Ty and Brad got girls, maybe they could get me one too.
So, we get up there and immediately they start asking me to find them girls. Why, you ask? Well, I’m the computer guy…..the brains. The Donatello of this ninja turtle bunch.
And since we didn’t know anyone up there, they figured I could dabble around online and find some girls. I’d use their pictures, their profiles, their words and reel in some fish.
Well, here’s where the trouble started.
I ended up finding girls but not the way they would. In other words, I began luring in girls with my own conversations and personality.
It was really weird and unexpected.
Meanwhile, Ty and Brad kinda lost interest in my online attempts to get them laid. Instead, they began hanging out in town, at pool halls and gas stations flirting with cashiers and generally whoever would pay them any mind.
It was strangely effective. Before I knew it, they had several girls strung along and lined up to party with.
I was woefully inadequate at that game. Although, I did give it a try a few times. Instead, I continued my online fiasco and eventually found a girl who wanted to meet up.
Now, this girl was a redhead, and she had an abusive ex-boyfriend who she’d had kids with. The dude regularly stalked her in town, threatening to beat the shit out of anyone he caught her with.
Ty and Brad immediately began warning me to get away from this girl as fast as I could. But dammit, I’d lured one in and I couldn’t let go. I mean, they had several girls by this point, why couldn’t I just keep this one.
I’ve gotta give her a name, but I’ll be honest I’ve kind of buried it and I can’t remember. This is kind of a hard story for me to tell. We’ll call her Ashley.
So, I start spending time with Ashley….like obsessively talking through the night and day. Texting. Smoking together. And getting very, very, very little sex. I probably got laid like twice….maybe. Maybe even only once.
This was over the course of about a month or two. And Ty and Brad could tell I was obsessed with her. And the whole time, they kept telling me she was bad news. Leave her. Get away.
I should have listened. I spent every waking moment with her. We smoked all the time. Hung out at the river. Cruised around town listening to Adele and rap and everything in between.
We were more BFF’S than dating. I was in a weird kind of dating/friend zone. And I was so pathetic that I took whatever I could get. Regularly bought her cigarettes, paid some of her bills. Bought her clothes and a tablet.
And she regularly talked to other guys, both in person and online.
I told myself I was okay with that. I didn’t want to restrict her. I just wanted whatever I could get. Like a good little cuck.
Well, something happened and I had to run back home for a week, but it was extremely temporary and so I was definitely gonna be right back in town.
Yada-yada-yada, a week passes and I’m back in town when I get this strange call from Ty telling me I need to get to the RV and quick.
So, I hustle on over there thinking something real bad is going down. Ty meets me outside and he says, “I need to show you something, but you have to promise you’re not gonna freak out on me.”
I’m sweating bullets, but he leads me into the RV and there….laying asleep in bed together are Ashley and Brad.
We don’t wake them, but Ty leads me back outside so we can talk and then he tells me everything.
Brad and Ashley have been sleeping together the whole freaking time, since the first day I met her. And she is completely obsessed with him. But he only kinda likes her. Mostly he’s disgusted with her because she’s doing me dirty.
Anyway, Ty and Brad ended up having a threesome with her. And Ty was vocal that he had hate-fucked her for doing me so wrong.
Ty told me that’s why they’d been telling me from the beginning why I shouldn’t be with her, but they didn’t want to hurt my feelings so they wouldn’t tell me what was going on.
So…..I should have closed up shop right then and there. Went back home. Lessons learned. But, instead, I let things get a LOT worse. I mean, a lot LOT worse.
Sorry, if this isn’t arousing. This is just what really happened. And I’ve sort of blocked a lot of it out. I’m hoping this might be at least slightly therapeutic or maybe help me to get a little closure on all this.
So, after that…. everything’s out in the open. Everyone knows everything. And I….like a true cuck….I choose to stay with her. To put up the “I don’t care” flag.
This really blows everyone away, especially my two cousins. I just wasn’t thinking straight though. I just wanted to hang onto whatever piece of Ashley I could. Whatever time I could have with her. I wanted to continue to be her smoking buddy and her cruising buddy. And maybe every now and then we’d get to kiss maybe, if I was lucky. But we definitely weren’t having sex anymore.
So, the four of us started to hang out openly, to drink together and stay up late partying. Meanwhile, Ashley was constantly fawning over Brad. And I was pining for her. And everyone knew all this….the tension practically visible between us.
So, one night we’re drinking (Corona) and I haven’t eaten, so I get extremely drunk extremely quick. And the music’s pumping. And Ashley and Brad are on the couch and she’s making out with him….he’s just sitting there letting her do her thing. She’s a total slut for him.
And I just kind of go crazy. I couldn’t take it anymore. The fact that I was so inadequate, that no girl would ever be a slut for me, that no girl would ever pine for me like that, and worst of all….the fact that this was supposed to be my girl dammit!
I grabbed a knife.
It was completely an attempt to get attention fueled by my drunken state.
I grabbed a knife and went outside, making sure mind you that everyone saw me do it.
I went outside and held the knife to my chest. And of course, everyone came outside. Brad particularly was crying his eyes out because he loved me, he really loved me like a brother and he didn’t give a fuck about this girl.
Ty was talking to me seriously, trying to talk me down.
But seriously….honestly. I was a coward. There was zero chance I was going to hurt myself or anyone for that matter.
I just wanted someone to care about me, to hold me and tell me everything was alright, that I’d get over this, find someone to love me.
I put the knife down, feeling like a complete idiot and knowing for sure they were all gonna laugh at me for being a pussy.
Instead, they hugged me, cried with me and apologized profusely for how ugly things had gotten, how everything had went down.
They told me that on the day I came back to town when they showed me everything that was going on, they fully expected (I mean they knew with 100% certainty) that that would fix everything, that I’d leave Ashley and she could chase Brad if she wanted and he could use her even though he didn’t really care much for her.
But when I did the exact opposite and clung to Ashley, it surprised all of them. Even her. And none of them could figure why I did what I did.
But they did care about me. They did want me to be okay mentally and emotionally. And they wanted to continue to be family because in a way we were really like brothers.
So what happened is, I put down the knife and Ashley immediately wanted to drive around with me. Go cruising so we could talk and listen to music.
And I couldn’t say no. Even though I felt like an immature pussy and an attention-whore. We drove and talked. We talked about how fucked up the whole situation was. She told me from her point of view how everything had went down. How she started “dating” both me and Brad at the same time but how she wanted him physically but she wanted me emotionally. She didn’t want to lose me but she didn’t know what kind of relationship we even had at that point.
Maybe I was the heart and Brad was the body. I don’t know. But he was very stand-offish with her. He kept her at a distance emotionally while letting her use him for sex.
This is where things got…..messy.
Hell, I guess they were already messy.
But, me and my cousins were sharing this RV…. i.e. that’s where we slept.
And so, Ashley and Brad began having regular sex there. There weren’t any doors or dividers between the rooms. I didn’t exactly have anywhere I could go. Especially since a lot of times they were doing it, it was night time or the middle of the night.
But they were fucking like rabbits while I hung out in my part of the RV playing on my tablet and doing my best to ignore them.
But Ty wasn’t okay with just watching or just listening in.
So, yeah, he began sleeping with them. Threesomes. Doggy style. They tore up that bed. Every fucking night. While I played on my phone.
Ty would come down drenched in sweat, mid-fuck, and grab a beer or a water or a Little Debbie, then hop right back into it.
They were moaning and groaning and giggling like kids as they wrestled around most every night.
After about a week of this, Ty began insisting that I join in. He wanted to get her “air-tight” so they needed a third guy.
Part of me really wanted to, but a louder part of my brain wouldn’t let me go. I knew I didn’t belong in that bed. I wasn’t man enough. I wasn’t a playa’…..I was just some poser kid who couldn’t get laid for the life of him.
But every night, they’d be fucking and Ty would call down to me, “Chris! Get your ass up here! Get some of this bitch!”
And I’d burn. I’d be rock-hard and wanting to so bad. But I was afraid.
So, one night, Ty is calling down to me, and I’m like….you know what, fuck it. I’m gonna go get some.
So I head up to the bed and Ashley sees me coming and she’s like, “Stop Chris. I don’t want you to.”
Ty tells me to ignore her, just get in bed and join in and do it.
I try to, but Ashley tells me again, “No, Chris. Don’t do it.”
And I couldn’t do it.
The fact that she would fuck both of these guys at once, but she drew the line at me joining in…..it killed part of my soul.
Was I that unattractive?
So, I went back to my part of the RV. I sat down. And I played on my phone. While they fucked. And fucked. And fucked.
So, there it is. My real life cuckold story. I still am obsessed with cuck fantasies to this day, but my own personal story does nothing for me except fester in the back of my mind.
It’s why I know for me and probably some others out there, it’s best to fantasize rather than live it out for real. We are weak, beta males. And our hearts can’t take the rejection of having these things we yearn for to be real.
But, on a happy note, I did find a girl, my soul mate, and we’re together to this day. She understands me, my insecurities, and we even role play cuckold stuff. But we’ve both discussed openly how there’s no way we could actually cuck. It would destroy me.
Why do we burn so badly for things we can’t have? Things that would hurt us? Why is cuckolding one of the few things that can get me hard? Why does vanilla sex kind of bore me in comparison?
It’s like part of me needs the abuse. I’m some sort of masochist. I don’t understand. But maybe sharing this will bring me some peace.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/127rraj/the_ugly_cuckling_cuckold_true_story_males_age_22