ElySioNs
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My journey from Weak Cuck to Alpha Bull.
How it all began……..
When my girlfriend (f18) & I (m18) moved into a flat together I was so happy. I had taken on a graduate role, being fastracked for management, so work was busy. My gf was training to be a nurse. She worked shifts and I worked long hours but we had settled into a good pattern together. My school mates and colleagues all told me I was punching, which I loved to hear. She was perfect in my eyes, blonde, full lips, big round ass and very large tits. I laughed when I caught them leering at her body.
I had missed signs that all wasn’t well between us and she had become nervous as to my whereabouts a lot. Week after week she seemed more concerned. If I was going to the gym or having meetings in the evening, she would text for my eta, but if I stayed over somewhere in a hotel, I didn’t hear from her. She had asked me a few times for selfies to see where I was, which I always sent. I’d get “desk selfie please” at work. When I asked for one in return she would send me a headshot back from home.
I got a text from her at 1pm on the day my life changed asking how my day was going and, although I replied to say that I was ok, I felt terrible. Her shift was on a 6-2 shift, so she hadn’t seen the state of me this morning. I had a headache & sore throat. She asked if I was going to my event at 4pm which I said I was. After saying yes, the thought of going stressed me out and I went to my manager to say I felt rough. He told me to go home now and take tomorrow off.
I finished what I was working on and traipsed to the bus and got off the bus at around 4pm. I could hear music as I walked up the stairs, which was strange. Strange because it was loud R&B music which we don’t listen to.
As I turned my key in the door and opened, I could hear the defeaning music coming from the stereo in our living room at the far end of the flat. I then heard her voice and I froze. I heard her moan and whimper. I smiled to myself as I couldn’t believe I caught her masturbating. I didn’t know she did it. The music must’ve been to make sure no one heard her. I quietly took two steps towards our bedroom door to sneak a peek.
I dare not peep round but I glanced at our holiday pics that were framed on the wall. In the reflection of our black and white memories I saw something beyond my wildest nightmares. She was having sex with another man. Well, getting fucked. He was fucking her doggystyle facing towards the pictures. I looked closer as her huge tits swung below her, on her hands and knees being taken. I could make out her nipples were erect as they bounced around. I saw her head jolt back as her lover had a fist full of her hair in his right hand whilst his left hand had begun smacking her ass cheek. I could see & hear their bodies slapping together vigorously. He was fucking her hard and she was loving it.
I felt sick and angry. I looked down at his discarded clothes and her lingerie. It was a teddy I had bought for my pleasure the previous Valentine’s Day. Now worn for another man. I looked up and I watched her face as she orgasmed, eyes rolling back and body shuddering. He just ploughed on. He dropped her hair and reached around to fondle her tits for a while before resuming holding her hips as he smashed her. My initial “how could she cheat on me” feeling was replaced by “how could she fuck like this”. We had always made love with a lot tenderness, but this was as effectively porn. They were like animals. She screamed that she was gonna cum again and he said “good girl”. Like he was her boss or master. He said he was close too and she said “not inside me please, he’s home tonight”. I saw her buck again from pleasure before she collapsed forward on the bed as he masturbated himself until he came all over her ass cheeks. As his big cock began to soften, he rubbed his load into her pale skin. She managed to rise and he sat back naked on my pillow as she began licking his cock; like she was cleaning him. He just said “good girl”, then “you know how to please me”.
I quietly backed out of my flat and walked to the park nearby. I vomited and took my medicine. I realised that I had recognised him, he was our neighbour. In his 40s, not attractive or fit, not rich. How the fuck had he took her from me? He was a deadbeat who lived with a friend. Both with multiple ex’s and many children. We’d chatted when we moved in. WTF. The most disturbing thing for me was that I had got an erection whilst watching my world fall apart. I still had it an hour later. Why was I turned on? I had just lost my girlfriend, but my overriding thoughts were that I wanted to pleasure myself.
I went home at the normal time and said nothing. We ate and watched tv. She went to bed. An hour after she was asleep, I crept to the laundry basket and got her thong from her lingerie out of the hamper. It smelt of her scent. I placed it around my neck and watched cuckold and voyeur videos online until I came. I placed her thong back into the hamper after cleaning myself up with it. I decided that I would end our relationship as I couldn’t trust her, but I really wanted to know how her betrayal started. As I was off tomorrow I decided I’d talk to our neighbour in the morning.
How it all began……..
When my girlfriend (f18) & I (m18) moved into a flat together I was so happy. I had taken on a graduate role, being fastracked for management, so work was busy. My gf was training to be a nurse. She worked shifts and I worked long hours but we had settled into a good pattern together. My school mates and colleagues all told me I was punching, which I loved to hear. She was perfect in my eyes, blonde, full lips, big round ass and very large tits. I laughed when I caught them leering at her body.
I had missed signs that all wasn’t well between us and she had become nervous as to my whereabouts a lot. Week after week she seemed more concerned. If I was going to the gym or having meetings in the evening, she would text for my eta, but if I stayed over somewhere in a hotel, I didn’t hear from her. She had asked me a few times for selfies to see where I was, which I always sent. I’d get “desk selfie please” at work. When I asked for one in return she would send me a headshot back from home.
I got a text from her at 1pm on the day my life changed asking how my day was going and, although I replied to say that I was ok, I felt terrible. Her shift was on a 6-2 shift, so she hadn’t seen the state of me this morning. I had a headache & sore throat. She asked if I was going to my event at 4pm which I said I was. After saying yes, the thought of going stressed me out and I went to my manager to say I felt rough. He told me to go home now and take tomorrow off.
I finished what I was working on and traipsed to the bus and got off the bus at around 4pm. I could hear music as I walked up the stairs, which was strange. Strange because it was loud R&B music which we don’t listen to.
As I turned my key in the door and opened, I could hear the defeaning music coming from the stereo in our living room at the far end of the flat. I then heard her voice and I froze. I heard her moan and whimper. I smiled to myself as I couldn’t believe I caught her masturbating. I didn’t know she did it. The music must’ve been to make sure no one heard her. I quietly took two steps towards our bedroom door to sneak a peek.
I dare not peep round but I glanced at our holiday pics that were framed on the wall. In the reflection of our black and white memories I saw something beyond my wildest nightmares. She was having sex with another man. Well, getting fucked. He was fucking her doggystyle facing towards the pictures. I looked closer as her huge tits swung below her, on her hands and knees being taken. I could make out her nipples were erect as they bounced around. I saw her head jolt back as her lover had a fist full of her hair in his right hand whilst his left hand had begun smacking her ass cheek. I could see & hear their bodies slapping together vigorously. He was fucking her hard and she was loving it.
I felt sick and angry. I looked down at his discarded clothes and her lingerie. It was a teddy I had bought for my pleasure the previous Valentine’s Day. Now worn for another man. I looked up and I watched her face as she orgasmed, eyes rolling back and body shuddering. He just ploughed on. He dropped her hair and reached around to fondle her tits for a while before resuming holding her hips as he smashed her. My initial “how could she cheat on me” feeling was replaced by “how could she fuck like this”. We had always made love with a lot tenderness, but this was as effectively porn. They were like animals. She screamed that she was gonna cum again and he said “good girl”. Like he was her boss or master. He said he was close too and she said “not inside me please, he’s home tonight”. I saw her buck again from pleasure before she collapsed forward on the bed as he masturbated himself until he came all over her ass cheeks. As his big cock began to soften, he rubbed his load into her pale skin. She managed to rise and he sat back naked on my pillow as she began licking his cock; like she was cleaning him. He just said “good girl”, then “you know how to please me”.
I quietly backed out of my flat and walked to the park nearby. I vomited and took my medicine. I realised that I had recognised him, he was our neighbour. In his 40s, not attractive or fit, not rich. How the fuck had he took her from me? He was a deadbeat who lived with a friend. Both with multiple ex’s and many children. We’d chatted when we moved in. WTF. The most disturbing thing for me was that I had got an erection whilst watching my world fall apart. I still had it an hour later. Why was I turned on? I had just lost my girlfriend, but my overriding thoughts were that I wanted to pleasure myself.
I went home at the normal time and said nothing. We ate and watched tv. She went to bed. An hour after she was asleep, I crept to the laundry basket and got her thong from her lingerie out of the hamper. It smelt of her scent. I placed it around my neck and watched cuckold and voyeur videos online until I came. I placed her thong back into the hamper after cleaning myself up with it. I decided that I would end our relationship as I couldn’t trust her, but I really wanted to know how her betrayal started. As I was off tomorrow I decided I’d talk to our neighbour in the morning.