I’ve seen a few stories on this sub about guys cucking their friends. I’m not saying I doubt their veracity, but it never happened organically like that for me. When I wanted to bull, I had to go hunting. Here’s the story of my first experience…

This happened more than ten years ago, when I was in my mid-twenties. I’d recently stumbled across the cuckold/hotwife scene online, and the idea of dominating another guy in such a raw and primal way was too appealing to pass up.

Back then, there weren’t a billion dating and hook up apps like there are today, but I did some research and decided to make an account on Adult Friend Finder. (Yes, I’m old.) Let’s get this out of the way upfront: I’m not sure I fit the profile of a typical bull. I’m a white guy, not tall, and I’m no Brad Pitt in the looks department.

But I’m not exactly the elephant man either, and my cock was always a point of interest with the women I’d slept with. I’d also been jogging and lifting weights for several years by then, so, bottom line: I was fit and hung enough to be brave and make a profile.

I uploaded some gym pics and a few shots of myself dressed up—my face blocked in all of them—then snapped some nudes for later use, if I ever even made it that far.

Nothing happened. I got a message from a guy catfishing as a woman and talked to what I assumed was a real couple who ghosted me when I mentioned meeting up. It was like that for a while. I was kind of over it when I got a message from a woman named “Kristi.” It was something simple and a little flirty. She even added the wink emoji.

She was in her early thirties: an amber-haired pawg with a fat ass and B or C cups. Her husband, “Dan,” was a few years older. He looked just like any normal guy. No super nerd vibe or hideous features. You couldn’t pick him out of a crowd. From their profile, it looked like they had done this before, and they only lived an hour away.

I messaged Kristi, and she got back to me. I almost threw up. I was super nervous. Maybe she was another fake account. Maybe she and her husband would flake on me. Maybe they did intend to meet me, but they were out to mock me or expose me. Maybe I would lose my job. My mind was running at 100 mph. I didn’t know what to think. But my hormones overrode my nerves and I kept chatting with her.

A few days later, we set up a casual drink meet-up at this tiny bar in the country, halfway between our towns. I had psyched myself up on the drive and was trying to ignore my sweaty palms. I don’t remember my clothes, but I do remember wearing a pair of black boots to look a little taller, lol.

Things were really awkward at first, but Dan and Kristi made it clear that sex wasn’t happening that night—they just wanted to talk—and without the pressure of an impending fuck, we all quickly relaxed and the conversation began to flow. Kristi was warm and flirty just like she was over chat, and Dan was laid back. I remember Kristi laughed at a bad joke I made and touched my thigh and I thought: Fuck me. This whole thing might actually happen.

With the small talk out of the way, we talked about expectations, limits, and what they were looking for, and they agreed to meet me again.

The next weekend, I pulled up to their house and knocked on the door. My heartbeat was in my ears, but I was way too into it to back out now. Dan answered the door and invited me inside. He offered me a drink, but I asked for a glass of water instead, and Kristi came out of the bedroom in purple lingerie. We talked a bit more, and Kristi and I were much more handsy than we had been at the bar: groping each other, sliding our hands under each other‘s clothes, kissing.

She pulled me onto the couch and we got undressed. Dan seemed totally into it. He sat on the other side of the couch and palmed himself through his jeans. Kristi played with my dick and talked about how amazing it was. I was rock hard. She stroked me with both hands and sucked me like a popsicle.

I got her off with my mouth and hands first, then slid inside and listened to the sweetest sound in the world: that high-pitched gasp a woman makes when you fill her up, like she just caught a chill, like you’re pressing the air out of her body. Kristi looked deep into my eyes and gasped, “Oh my God. You’re so fucking big.” I used my bodyweight to my advantage, pounding her deep into the cushions.

Dan exhaled sharply, and when I glanced over, he had his cock out, stroking it. The contrast was noticeable. He wasn’t tiny, but he was definitely small. Maybe four and a half inches and skinny.

Kristi came hard, her face turning scarlet and the veins in her throat bulging. I pulled her to her feet and walked her to the bedroom. Dan took off his clothes and followed us.

I hammered Kristi into next week. I wanted to put her in a sex coma. I was determined to get a good review, haha. And she was really expressive: eyes rolling back, heavy breathing, dirty talk, the works.

Even in the moment, I couldn’t believe it was happening. It was only a fantasy a couple of weeks ago, and now it was real. Thank God for the World Wide Web.

Kristi absolutely soaked their bedsheets. I fucked her doggy style at the side of the bed and watched her ass cheeks ripple while she and Dan stared into each other’s eyes. She rode me in reverse cowgirl and told him how good it felt.

I’d always assumed cuckolding included degradation and mockery, but her and Dan were really sweet with each other. I could tell that she loved him and that he felt the same way. This was just something they both wanted. Simple. The whole experience was this really unique combination of hot and rough and tender.

Eventually, Dan shot his load, a few spurts onto the comforter, and Kristi got on her knees in front of me so I could blast her with a facial.

As per our agreement, Dan had snapped a few pics and blocked out all our faces. He shared them with me later, and I posted them to the private side of my profile to share with future prospects.

I found out later that I was pretty damn lucky. Adult Friend Finder was very hit or miss after that, mostly miss. But when it worked, it fucking worked.