Crossoverpairinglover: Fic is still up

This story was inspired by something TheBodaciousE himself said the other day. I'm giving him credit.

TheBodaciousE, dressed in a plaid shirt tucked into a pair of tan slacks, his black Buddy Holly glasses perched just so on his nose, took a deep breath and knocked on the front door of 1216 Franklin Avenue. In one hand he held a bouquet of roses, and a box of chocolates is wedged under his arm. This was it, the day he asked out Leni Loud, the girl he'd had a crush on since the fifth grade. He'd tried a million times in the past, but lacked the self-confidence to actually go through with it. He was the smartest boy in Royal Woods, and as such, he was painfully aware that his gangly frame, pimple-studded face, greasy hair, braces, high, reedy voice, and painful social awkwardness made him undesirable as a mate. He had, however, opened a rapport with Leni, and she considered him her 'best guy friend.'

Time to take it to the next level.

The door opened and Rita Loud appeared.

"Hello, Mrs. Loud," E said and pushed his glasses back up his nose, "is Leni in?"

"Hi, E," Rita said warmly, "she's in her room." Her eyes went to the flowers. "Are those for her?"

E nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"She'll love them," Rita said and stepped aside.

E went in and looked around the living room: Lynn was sprawled in the armchair tossing a football into the air then catching it; Luna was sitting on the couch with her feet kicked up onto the coffee table; and Luan was next to her with her dummy in her lap. He didn't know them very well, and he started to feel a little anxious. Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulled out his inhaler and took a deep breath.

"You can go right up," Rita said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Loud."

Putting his inhaler back into his pocket, E went up the stairs, hoping he didn't cross paths with Lana: She was dirty and no doubt riddled with germs, and E was so OCD that even looking at her made him want to wash his hands. At the top, he met Lisa going down, a beaker filled with bubbling green liquid in her hand. "Is that sodiumhydrateoxiperafate?" he asked nervously.

"You know the basics," Lisa grumbled sarcastically, "hooray."

E's chest filled with indignation, but he ignored it when he caught sight of Leni's door. It was closed, and just beyond it was an angel, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he went over to it and knocked.

There was no answer.

A more socially adept person would not open it and walk it, but E was so lacking in social skills that he didn't even know when he was being mocked by his peers - which was every single day. He turned the knob and stepped into the room, freezing in horror at what he saw: A ripped, naked hunk with perfect hair and teeth and bronze skin lay back on Leni's bed with one arm bent behind his head and a wide smile on his face. E's eyes went instantly to his massive pecs...then to the blonde head bobbing between his legs.

It was Leni.

His heart clutched and he felt like he was going to pass out; the flowers and chocolates fell from his grasp.

The hunk looked at him and frowned. "Hey, who's the loser?"

Leni pulled away from his massive penis, tucked her hair behind her ear, and turned. "Oh, hi, E!" she cried happily.

Seeing the girl you love fellate another man is enough to gut you, and that's how E felt: As though he had been totally and entirely eviscerated. Hot tears filled his eyes and he fought them back with great effort. "I-I should go."

He turned and started to leave, but Leni stopped him. "Wait, don't go. I, like, want you to join in."

E's jaw hit his chest. She wanted him to join? His heart leapt with happiness and a big smile spread across his face. "Really?"

She nodded and returned him over with the seductive wiggle of her index finger. Grinning like a fool, E went to the foot of the bed and stood next to her. His palms were sweaty, his knees shook, and his heart slammed. His pathetic one inch penis stirred at the promise of finally being touched by a real live girl, and precum began to leak from his tip.

"W-What do you want me to do?" he asked.

Len brushed her teeth across her bottom lip, leaned in, and pressed her finger to his stomach. "I want you…"

E's stomach rippled with anticipation.

"...to…"

Yes? Yes?

"...hold my hair while I suck Ernesto off.'

E's spirits crashed to the ground. "T-That's it?"

Lemi nodded. "Yep."

She turned back to the hunk and, tears in his eyes, E did as he was told, gathering her hair in one hand and holding it back as she returned to sucking the hunk with lustful gusto. He stared down at her naked shoulder in shame, his heart and stomach both throbbing and his dick retracting into his stomach.

"Hey."

E looked up, and Ernesto was grinning. "You like her, huh?"

E looked down again and nodded glumly.

"And you're holding her hair while she pleasures another man. What a fucking cuck." He laughed and E started to cry.

"Oh, here come the waterworks!"

E's shoulders hitched and he moaned in misery. Leni pulled against his grasp as she went faster and faster. Maybe if he did this she would finally see what a great guy he was and go out with him. Yeah. She'd see he was way nicer than Ernesto. She…

"Babe, I'm cumming."

Leni moved her head aside and E turned to face Ernesto's dick just as it erupted: A glob of cum splattered E's lips and dribbled down his chin, some of it getting into his mouth: It was warm and salty, like snot. Another spurt splashed the lens of his glasses, rendering him blind. The third and final hit him in the crotch and soaked through the fabric of his pants, wet and hot against his groin. "He shoots, he scores!" Ernesto cried, and he and Leni laughed so hard they cried.

Head hung in shame, heart completely broken, E trudged back downstairs and out the front door, dripping a mixture of another man's seminal fluid and the saliva of the girl he loved.

Two days later, Leni called him to come over, and, heart in his throat, hoping for the best, he did, only to find Ernesto lying on the bed naked. "Can you hold my hair again?"

And he did.

And again, Ernesto came on him.

This happened three times a week for two years, and never once did E gather the courage to tell Leni how he felt about her...and about how hurt he was over what she and Ernesto were doing to him. Now, twenty years later, E holds his wife's hair as she sucks other men, and his daughter's as she sucks her boyfriend.

And the whole time, he cries.

The End.