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Hey boys, bulls, cucks, and company!

As Tumblr is dying tomorrow I’ve gone ahead and archived everything. I’m going to be starting a series on Nifty called “Gay Cuck Fantasies” which will begin with some of my longer stories from here, eventually (as soon as the holidays are done) I’ll write new material. I’ve also set up a Twitter, @gaycuckfantasy, but haven’t really gotten started on it....go ahead and follow cuz it’s gonna be fun! As mentioned earlier, you can Kik me at timryeguy. Lastly, be sure to check out gaycucks.com.

Its been fun writing for and chatting with all of you!

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Hey all! I’m very last minute trying to decide where to put all of this, etc. Open to suggestions. Considering Nifty but would like somewhere for the shorter things and I think gifs really help set a story’s tone.

If anyone wants to kik my username is timryeguy.

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Andrew + Mike / Chris : Part 1

Out of the blue my husband, Chris, suggested we go to a local gay bar for dinner and drinks. It was totally unlike him, he usually made dinner or wanted to go somewhere much more low key. I was excited for something new and wore a tight pair of dress pants, a button down and tie. Chris wore jeans and a t-shirt.

As soon as we arrived I could tell that Chris felt uncomfortable, out of his element. I sat sort of half facing the bar while Chris had a full view. He chuckled nervously during dinner and told me to look to my 10 o’clock, that some dude had been checking me out all evening.

I turned and that was the first time I saw HIM. Andrew. He had sort of long, wavy black hair and a light beard and mustache. He was wearing dress pants and an untucked, patterned button down. Average height, average build, probably a few years younger than me. Something about him and the way he looked at me made my pussy wet instantly. He smiled at me broadly, I smiled back.

Chris clanged silverware into a glass and my attention was back on him. We had been together 11 years and I knew him well, I knew that clanging was because he was uncomfortable, it wasn’t an accident. I had found his jealousy charming at first, but now it was frustrating. I couldn’t so much as look at a guy without him getting weird. 11 years of total monogamy and the dude just didn’t get it.

I smiled at Chris and made small talk. He hinted he would like to leave after we finished eating but I told him I wanted to have a few drinks and maybe dance. It started to turn into an argument and I ended it by saying “if you don’t want to stay then go, I’ll Uber home.” His face turned white and he said “I’ll just stay” with a giant pout.

Chris interrupted the silence with “he’s still looking at you.” I turned to see Andrew very blatantly looking right at me. I smiled at him again, he smiled back and I felt my ass wiggle. Something about this dude just got me. I wanted him. Chris could tell.

“Babe lets please go home. You’ve had 6 drinks and I’m tired.” “But I’m not tired. And I want to dance. I told you. I can get an Uber.” “No, I’ll stay.” “Then don’t pout. It’s ugly.” And with that I got out of my chair and moved toward the dance floor. Chris remained seated.

I hadn’t realized how tipsy I was until I was dancing, I probably looked like a moron but I was having fun. And that’s when I noticed Chris get up to go the restroom, and Andrew made his way to me.

“I’m Andrew” he whispered in my ear as he pulled my body close to his, our bodies immediately finding a rhythm. “I’m Mike” I said as I ran a hand down his shoulder, his chest. I surprised myself doing that. But now especially, with him on me, he was driving me crazy.

“I have a husband.” “So? That mean you can’t dance with me?” “He’s gonna get really jealous when he sees us.” Clearly Andrew liked that, he put an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. He pulled his face close to mine. All I could see or think about were his big brown eyes, they were making me melt. And making me horny.

“See, I like it when they get jealous. It tells me they know I can have what I want.” And he leaned in for a long, slow kiss. One of those kisses that makes you hard, makes your pussy twitch. I hadn’t been kissed like that since college. Chris really wasn’t a great kisser…

“Hey! What the fuck?!” Chris yelled but his voice got caught in his throat, he was trying to hold back how upset he was. “Calm down, dude. We’re just dancing.” Andrew teased. Chris looked at me and firmly said “babe, it’s time to go home.” “But I’m having fun!”

Andrew pulled me in close again, Chris’s body went rigid. Andrew nibbled my earlobe and whispered “I wanna fuck you.” More hard dick, more pussy twitches. “And I don’t care what your cuck husband thinks. I can tell how badly you need this.”

He wasn’t wrong. Chris and I had never had an amazing sex life, I’m all bottom and Chris is all boring. So vanilla, can’t always keep it up. He never ate me out. I had been so frustrated and we’d talked about it so many times, but nothing happened. And now this stud was blatantly trying to bed me…

I pulled away from Andrew and handed him my phone. He put his number into my phone and I sent him a quick text: “I’m gonna head home with him but I want you to come over after he’s passed out.” His response was quick: “😏😏😏”

The entire car ride home Chris went on about what an ass I’d made of myself, kept asking what if one of our friends had shown up and seen that. I played the good husband, apologizing, swearing it was just the booze talking. But truthfully my buzz was wearing off and all I could think of was Andrew.

We showered and climbed into bed. True to form Chris was passed out and snoring in just a few minutes. I pulled out my phone and sent Andrew a text: “Husband is passed out. Wanna come over?” “From now on you call him cuck and you call me Daddy, understood? If so, shoot me your address.” I couldn’t remember the last time my pussy was so consistently wet. I sent him my address, told him not to ring the bell and I’d watch for him.

The minute he came through the door our bodies intertwined, his kisses were life changing. His hands were possessive. He ordered me to strip and then pushed me to my knees. He shoved my face into his clothed crotch and ordered me to lick. He didn’t have to give that order.

And that’s when I first felt his cock. He was easily 8” of solid, thick cock. The kind of cock a man slaps on your face and bruises you with. I couldn’t contain my excitement and he smirked. Chris was maybe 4.5” on a good day and not very thick.

Andrew began unbuttoning his shirt and I ran a hand up his chest and began playing with his nipples. He pulled off his shirt and then undid his belt, pulling it out of the loops. “We’ll have some fun with this in a bit” he laughed.

He ordered me to crawl behind him as he made his way to the couch. He sat back, undid his pants and let his massive Daddy cock out. My eyes must have sparkled and he crooned “show Daddy what a good boy you are.”

I spent the next hour in heaven. First I had to adjust to his size, once I was used to it, I let my mouth and throat edge that big cock. I took my mouth off only to play with his balls and for the few times he pulled me in for a kiss.

“Daddy likes you, fag. Such a shame you’re married.” He put his hands behind his back. “If you were single Daddy would collar you right now. You’d belong to me. And judging by how hungry you are for that cock, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I pulled off of his cock for a quick “yes, Daddy.”

“CUCK!” he called out loudly. “Oohhh cuck!!” I panicked, “please don’t do that” I pleaded. “Ooohhhh cucky! C’mere lil cucky and see what a real man can do for your husband.” And I could hear Chris rumbling around in our room.

That’s when Andrew pulled out the belt and used it like a makeshift collar, putting it quickly around my neck. First he pulled me in for a quick kiss and then he pulled my head down and his cock went down my throat right as Chris walked out of our bedroom.

“What the fuck is going on? Babe. Baby. What are you doing?” I could hear Chris’s voice trembling. “Please look at me, Mike.” But Andrew now had a hand firmly on my head, keeping me in place, bobbing happily on his cock.

Andrew grunted and then looked at Chris. “For starters, what’s going on is your husband is finally getting fed a real cock. He’s so hungry for a real cock he’s been on mine for at least an hour now. And you are no longer to call him babe or baby. Those are just some of the many pet names I now get to use for him.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Andrew was claiming me. And even more surprising, I wasn’t resisting. Something about this dude told me if I lost my husband I’d be ok.

“From now on he’s all mine. And guess what….Chris? Is it Chris? Actually it doesn’t matter. Because, as long as you want to remain legally married to him, you belong to me too. And you’ve got a new name: Cuck.”

I heard Chris try to protest but I couldn’t tell you what he said. He was hammering on and on, his voice weak and I could tell, even without looking at him, that he was crying. I was annoyed. I pulled off Andrew’s cock and turned to Chris, “hey cuck. Either shut the fuck up and let me enjoy Daddy’s cock, or get out.”

I went back to Andrew’s cock. Chris went quiet. Andrew grunted and then chuckled.

To be continued…

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“Mack!” my husband, Ike called from our bedroom. I went to open the bedroom door and walked into it, it was locked. I could hear Ike and his bull, Harley, snickering. A few moments later the door opened and there stool Harley, tall and taut, giant cock swinging between his legs. He chuckled at me and my new outfit, the one they’d chosen for me to wear: a black bowtie and a cock cage. Harley slapped the cage and beckoned me to follow him into the room. Ike lay naked on the bed, spread eagle, ass propped up on a few pillows. Cum was leaking out of his sexy little pussy, I could tell by the look on his face he was exhausted but happy. He gingerly ran a hand up and down his smooth, lightly muscled chest. We made eye contact and he smirked at me. “On your knees, cucky.” Harley barked. I quickly obeyed. Harley moved to the front of me, his massive cock just inches from my face. My entire life I’d been as ass man, not that I didn’t enjoy cock, but ass... Something had changed in the last few weeks though, Harley’s cock was all I could think about. Harley gripped his cock and held the head just inches from my lips. I knew better than to try for a taste of it. Harley wouldn’t mind, but Ike would. The night after I’d first found them fucking I tried for a taste of Harley’s cock and Ike became enraged. He slapped me across the face over and over, he threatened to kick me out. “You are NEVER to touch him like that” my husband angrily scolded me. Just as I was starting to wonder why they’d called me in, there was a knock at the door. Harley left the room, answering the door naked. I could hear him let someone in, talk to them a moment but he came back to the bedroom alone. “Your husband is so thoughtful, we have a surprise for you, but you have to be a good cuck. Sit in your chair.” I climbed into the chair and sat back as Harley tied me to it. I was starting to get accustomed to this. Once he had my hands, chest, waist, legs and feet totally bound, he called “hey guys, come on it!” And my jaw dropped as my ex, Kyle, and the guy he was cheating on me with and left me for, Ben, entered the room. Both naked. “Hey babe!” Kyle laughed as he looked at me. Ben walked right to me and began yanking on my cock cage, laughing knowing the motion was making me hard. I whimpered and I heard Ike encourage him to keep going. Harley walked over and gagged me. My muffled whimpers made Ben increase his speed, my dick was straining it its cage. Kyle climbed into bed with Ike, they kissed a while and Kyle began to eat Harley’s cum out of Ike’s pussy. Kyle really was amazing at eating ass, Ike’s hands clutched the bed, his soft moans filling the room. Harley and Ben watched, both clearly pleased. Harley made his way to the bed and ran his hands along Kyle’s ass. Something about the way Harley touched ass just...it’d make anyone wet to watch it. He touched it like he owned it, like he’d had it so many times before, like he loved it. Kyle instinctively popped his ass in the air and moaned into Ike’s pussy. Ben turned to me and smiled as he swatted at my caged dick. “I must say I’m impressed. You’ve grown a lot from that sniveling piece of shit that called Kyle all the time begging for him to come back. When he told me you were a cuck I half couldn’t believe it and half thought it made total sense.” One of the boys on the bed yelped loudly and that’s when I noticed they were positioned side to side, asses popped up with Harley finger fucking both of them. I couldn’t look away. Kyle’s ass was glorious, even a few years into my relationship with Ike I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and Ike’s ass is a heart stopper too. “I mean, Kyle told me all about your cock. It’s great, but you know it’s great, so you got lazy. And that’s why he started looking around. That’s why he found me. And that’s why Ike there started looking elsewhere.” Loud, wet kisses began to fill the room as Ike and Kyle started making out. Their hips bucking back and forth on Harley’s fingers. Harley’s cock was rock hard, sticking straight up. “So when Ike invited me over to fuck him, and for Harley to fuck Kyle, well, I figured it’d be extra fun to cuck you again. And to let the new bull fuck your former boy.” I hadn’t considered this. I’m not really sure what I expected to happen, and there were truly a lot of possibilities but what Ben had laid out was the most obvious. And he was right, I had grown. A few years ago this would make me so upset, probably make me cry. And still today, it did. But today I was also aroused. Ben walked over to the bed and in one quick motion shoved his cock inside Ike. And in the same fluid motion, Harley followed suite and shoved himself inside Kyle. Both boys were screaming happily. I missed both their asses so much. My cock strained in its cage. They fucked for what seemed like an eternity. At some point Kyle had just started babbling incoherently while Ike had taken to calling Ben “baby.” Harley roared as he came inside Kyle. Ben screamed “fuck!” over and over as he seeded Ike. They collapsed into one another, all sweaty and covered in cum and cuddling on my bed. Every now and then one of them would look at me and chuckle, causing the others to take note and do the same. Suddenly Ben got really excited. He got out of bed, grabbed a phone and told Kyle and Ike to snuggle up to Harley, to love on him. As the boys kissed and licked Harley, Ben took dozens of photos. Even once he stopped taking photos the boys continued. Ben swiped around on the phone and eventually showed me three photos, telling me to grunt loudly at the one I liked best. I wanted to cum more than I had in my whole life. All three photos were amazing. The two boys I had loved the most, together, loving on a man. I grunted at the second photo, though I couldn’t tell you why I chose that one over the others. That’s when I noticed Ben had my phone. My heart began to race, what was he doing? First he made the photo my lock and home screen. Then he updated it as my Facebook and Instagram profile pictures. Lastly he sent it to every last contact in my phone with the message “introducing Harley! The man who can please my husband and my ex better than I could ever hope to! 😘😘” Ben tossed the phone on the floor as he climbed into bed, all four of them cuddled together in one sexy bundle. It wouldn’t be long before cocks got hard and it started all over again. Nor would it be long before Ben and Kyle became permanent fixtures in my home.

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I didn’t really worry about my husband’s new boy until I caught them kissing like this...

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I gasped as our new bull threw my boyfriend on our bed. My dick was hard as a rock. My boyfriend looked at our bull in awe. If I had tried that he would have bitched me out. I spent the next several hours thinking that over and over as our bull manhandled my boyfriend in the most primal of ways.

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My husband, Caleb, told me he had a big surprise for me on my 30th birthday. He told me to keep the evening open and to leave work as early as possible. I worked diligently all week and really only had to go in because of a lunch meeting. I figured we’d go til 3 at the latest, I told Caleb it would be close to 6 factoring in a quick stop in the office and a tedious train ride. When he asked if I could get home any earlier I reminded him it was Friday, “relax babe, we have all weekend” I giggled. With lots of luck the lunch meeting ended early, the train was quick and painless, I put my key in the door at 2:30. I froze as soon as I walked in. I could hear sex. I could smell sex. I could hear Caleb’s grunts. My mind was racing. I had to be imagining it. Then, “CALLEEEBB!! Fuuuucckkk babbbyyyy.” I walked slowly toward our bedroom. I could hear skin slapping. Furious kissing. Grunting. Whimpering. I was in a trance. I couldn’t see straight. There was no way. “Your fuckin’ pussy, babe. FUUUUCCCKKK” and with it the skin slapping picked up, the whimpering turned to squeals and “DAAADDDDDYYYY.” What do I do? Open the door and make a scene? Sit in the living room and wait for them to come out? Do I cry? Do I scream? Leave and not say anything? What. The. Fuck. “That. Feels. So. GOOD. BAAABBE!” I had to open the door. My jaw dropped. Caleb was on top of my little brother Jake. I couldn’t process what I was seeing. They both looked at me for all of two seconds, then Caleb went back to nuzzling Jake’s neck, his cock piston fucking my 19 year old brother. “What.....?” I couldn’t think of what to say, they didn’t bother to address me. I sat and watched, realizing Caleb was getting close, he had started to babble all sorts of filth. Telling Jake he was a good little fag, how great his pussy was for his cock. I realized I hadn’t been subjected to this in a while, I missed it. I started to get hard. Jake started to cum all over himself and that made Caleb cum too, screaming “fuuuuuckkk baby, that lil pussy is squeezing my cock FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKK.” As they calmed down Caleb pulled Jake into his arms, sharing a long kiss. Finally Caleb looked at me, “happy birthday, Zach!” I stared at him then asked “did you mean for me to see this?” “Of course.” “But I said I wasn’t going to be home until at least 6.” “Then Jakey would’ve wound up with 4 loads in him before you got here instead of just 2.” Caleb got out of bed and I marveled at his body. He’d been hitting the gym a lot in the last year. He walked toward me, massive cock swaying side to side. “See Zach, I love you. I really do. But you’re 30 now. Much too old for this cock. I’ve spent the last year training Jakey here. On your 29th I seeded him for the first time. And I figure, your 30th birthday and our 1st anniversary is the perfect time to celebrate what’s ahead for us.” I was confused. Caleb asked me to sit on the office chair we kept in the corner of the room. Before I realized what was happening he had tied me to it, firmly. He grabbed a sock from the floor and shoved it in my mouth, masking tape followed, all the way around my head. And then he slapped me, hard. My ears were ringing. “See, Zach. You’re still my husband, but you’re also OUR cuck. And when I say “our” I do mean Jakey and I. So you’ll be here, very much a part of our life. You’ll cook and you’ll clean and you’ll go to work on top of it all. And on rare occasions I might let you enjoy me or even my cock, but that’s a slim chance.” Caleb undid my pants, pulled them down and grabbed my dick, jerking it crudely. “So relax babe, we have all weekend to get you used to the idea.” He smirked at me as he climbed back into bed with Jake, whispering “I love you, Jakey” as my kid brother slid down to my husband’s cock, sucking it happily. Caleb winked at me, mouthing “happy birthday.”