My Friend's Boyfriend is a Sex God E1 | I accidentally watched a video that her boyfriend shot for her (Patreon)

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A little breather from Corps Takes All ... and a little origin story for Hugo, before bootcamp. Enjoy!

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You know how they say every gay guy has a beautiful girl as their best friend right? It’s one of those stereotypes that's true for me. My friend is jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Part of being friends with her was helping her fend off the many prospectors that wanted to shoot their shot. We were real good friends though, and we even shared a flat together. You can imagine how close we were.

I say “were”, because she started dating someone from the hockey team. Hugo is his name. I used to go to the games with her, but then the invites dried up. They became a couple and did couple things like move in together. Then, she and I, we became friends who saw each other just to catch up. 

Of course, I was a little jealous and depressed about the whole thing. I lost my best friend to a straight man. And dumb as he looked, I got to admit he's the kinda dark hair sweaty hunk that I knew Sophia was going to end up with eventually. 

“Hi!!!! It's been so long!!!” She runs up to me and gives me a dainty hug. “How have you been, Matt? What's this little scruff on your face?”

“In my masc for masc phase,” I say, and see immediately that she doesn't know what I'm talking about. “Nevermind. Latte?” 

“Duh!” Sophia says as she puts her purse down on the table. “Oh my gosh, I have so much to tell you.” 

“Yeah, how's living with a hetero? Tired of his socks being everywhere yet?” 

“He's working on it.” She giggles. “But to be honest, I kind of like how his clothes smell after his hockey games. Kind of like that ice rink smell, you know, plus his sweat.” 

“So like a dirty ass,” I crinkle up my nose to say. “Just the way you like.”

“Stop!” Sophia says with a swat of her hand. “Okay, tell me about you. How's the new roommate?”

“Also straight. Also smells like ass, a lot.” Our lattes arrive and we clink our glasses together. “I didn't think I'd miss your array of body sprays.” 

But I do. Having her across from the table made life make sense again. I get by, of course, but I feel like Sophia gives my day a little more pep. Plus, there were always cute boys doing things for her in the background. 

However, she was a little distracted. The phone in the pink case lit up constantly, and while she didn't check it, her eyes kept wandering to it. 

“You can get it, you know. I'm sure your beefcake is missing you,” I say when her screen lit up for the 100th time. 

“Sorry,” Sophia says as she picks up the hot pink device. “He's got golden retriever energy, you know. He's not possessive or anything. He just always wants attention.” 

Maybe this is jealousy or bitterness speaking, but comparing your boyfriend to a dog is kind of weird to me. 

“Ugh,” she says. “Not again!” 

“What?” I ask. 

“Hugo is SO horny! He literally is never satisfied.” 

That, I could guess just by looking at his face. Young, in shape, dating the hottest girl on campus… being dumb, hung and full of cum is pretty much in his stars. 

“We just had sex before I left too,” she says as she sends a text back. 

“How many times do you guys do it?”

“Per week? Like 10 at least? Once or twice a day,” she says. 

“Is that why you're glowing? Finally got that dicking down that your horny ass wants?” I tease her.

“Stop!!!” Sophia giggles. “Okay, maybe. He's very generous sometimes because he knows that he can get very selfish.”

“And what mood is he in right now?”

“The kind to send me dick pics,” she says with a sigh and puts the phone down. “Nevermind him. Any potential bachelors in your life?” 

Her phone buzzes before I answer her question, and we share an exasperated look together. She picks up the phone. 

“Hello?... I'm out with Matt right now…I know…you have to wait. I'll be home soon.” She shakes her head at me as she talks. “Hugo! We already…ok… just wait. I'll be back soon.” She hangs up the phone with a small smile. 

Must be nice. 

“What's he doing? Jerking off?” I ask as I finish my latte. From the growing smile on her face, I deduce that I guessed right.

“Yeah.” Her phone buzzes again and she looks at the incoming message. I could tell from how her cheeks flush that it's a message that's exciting her. 

“Let me see.” 

We used to share things like this all the time when we lived together. Hell, she's seen my bare ass more than any other guy that’s fucked me. 

So, it was not that unusual for her to flip around the phone to show me. 

“Damn, girl.” I take the phone and look closely. A close up girthy dick covers most of the screen, strategically blocking out his face but leaving his dark messy hair visible. “How big is that?” 

“About…” Sophia stretches her hand out. “It's good.” 

“Yeah, no kidding. That's him right now?” 

“Yeah, he’s always sending me these. And he's not going to lighten up till he gets it,” she says. I close the picture and read some of the messages he sent. 

“Come home, babe. I'm going to put you over the kitchen table and bang you until everything falls on the floor.” 

“I'm going to fill you up until it floods out of you. That's a promise. Your pussy is mine.” 

“I'm so hard for you right now. I'm dripping thinking how good it's going to be to stretch you out again.” 

“Damn, graphic,” I murmur as I read. 

“And he lives up to it. I don't know how he does it,” she says happily and the jealousy hits me again. 

“Send him something dirty and he'll cum. Then we can do some shopping?” I suggest. 

“Something dirty? Like what?” 

“You're wearing that slutty top and you don't know what dirty is?” I tease her again. “Push your tits together with your arms, I'll take a photo.” 

Sophia brushes her hair out, and adjusts her position. Being beautiful is kind of her thing, and it doesn't take her long to find a sexy posture. 

“A little something with the eyes now.” I snap a couple of pictures. “Think of his cock. That's it!”

“Let me see.” She takes her phone back. “Okay, haven't lost your photography skills, Matt! Do I send it?”

“Yeah. Add: ‘I'm going to ride you, you big boy, until I drain your hockey stick.’”

“Oh my god, I can't say that! You do it.” 

So I took the phone again, and I sent him a couple messages with the photo. Immediately, he responded to the picture with an eggplant emoji. 

“I think he likes ….” I pause as I see Hugo typing. For a while, the text message cloud appears and then disappears all together. “Nevermind, he's not typing anymore.” 

“Okay, I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back,” Sophia says.

Just as I'm ready to look away, a video appears. 

Well, damn. 

Hugo is completely nude in the video, although his dick isn't visible. He's kneeling on the bed, with a circle weight pushing down on what I can only imagine to be a fleshlight. 

He's so damn thick as a man. He looks muscular and cuddly at the same time. He must be at least 6’4 with the length of his torso.

His abs appear as he thrusts into the toy, while he looks directly at the camera. 

“I'm going to cum for you, babe. You want that?” Hugo says to the camera. Sweat drips from his face, and it makes me think he's been going at it for a while. “I'm going to cum in you.” His thrusts accelerate and the creaking of the bed makes me quickly lower the volume. 

Oh my god. I watch the god of a man give it his all.

“I'm cumming!” I see him mouth. A moment of pure vulnerability passes on his face. He pushes himself in deep and looks to the camera with big intense puppy eyes. His abs flex and unflex as light thrusts pump his love out. A beautiful smile spreads on his face, and he straightens his back to show off his incredible masculine body. 

Fuck, I want to see his cock. I see everything from his light chest hair to the treasure trail to the trimmed dark brown bush. I can even see a little bit of the bottom of the shaft. 

“Did he reply?” 

Sophia taking her seat again made me jump up. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Not yet, I think.” I look at the phone. In a split second, my brain decided for me. I forward the video to my number, and as soon as it loaded, I switch back to Hugo’s text thread. “Oh, he did.”

I pass the phone back to her and she blushes as soon as she sees the thumbnail. 

“I think I need to go.” 

“I think you're going to be okay,” I say. “I'm going to go to the bathroom too.”