My Friend's Boyfriend is a Sex God E2 | I walk in on her boyfriend beating his meat (Patreon)

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You're damn right if you thought I was going to tug myself in the cafe bathroom to that video. What video? The video that my friend's hot boyfriend sent to her.

Full face. Sweaty. Cumming hard into a fleshlight. 

An expression of almost pain at the point of release and then a rush of happiness. 

His strong body crashing into the fleshlight. The base of his dick trunk visible under his dark pubic hair. 

The sense of exhilaration of cumming at the same time as him was excellent. I had to replay the video a couple of times before I got the timing right, and it was glorious to feel that tension drain out of me with him.

Then came the part where I frantically tried to make sure I left no splooge and get out of the single-stall bathroom before a line up outside formed . 

Thank god Sophia is a ditzy blonde. She's my best friend and all, but she should thank the stars she's as beautiful as she is. I had no worries that she would figure out that I forwarded her boyfriend’s video to myself. I know her like the back of my hand and she wouldn't even look or check time stamps. She's either still thirsting over her hockey jock man or gone back to shopping online.

“Hey, should we go?” I still felt nervous about cumming in a public bathroom. Some man went in there right after I came out, and I hope there isn’t any kind of …smell.

“Oh my god, Matt. He sent me the…” Sophia fans herself with her hand. “It's so good.” 

“More dick?” I say, feigning ignorance. She shakes her head and slides the phone to me. I look at the thumbnail of the video I watched 6 times in the washroom. 

The thumbnail is him looking directly at the camera. A look of vulnerability in his eyes as his body warned him to abandon control. 

This is my moment. I pretend to watch the video, but flip to our text message thread. I delete the evidence of me forwarding the video to myself, and then act like I just finished the video. 

“Wow,” I say. “He really went all out.” 

“Looks like your idea worked. He finished and now he's all calm and stuff. Said he's going to take a nap,” Sophia says. “That means…” She shakes her hair out. “The bitches are back.” 

We had a really good time. Just like old times really, before she moved in with Hugo. A little bit of shopping here and there and then we got some dessert by the boardwalk. 

“We have to do this again soon. Like tomorrow,” Sophia says with her ice cream melting in her hand. “Oh my god, I haven't had this in so long. I'm still trying to keep it more classy with him.”

So we made plans for the next day. Of course, I wanted to have another day with my friend. But, I have to admit that I was interested in seeing her sex-fueled sweaty man in person as well. Let’s just say I wasn’t unhappy about the fact that we chose to meet at her place to start. I watched the video a couple more times in the morning before I left to pick her up. 

To my disappointment, Sophia was already exiting the front door of the apartment building when I arrived. 

“Hey, I thought you were gonna show me your new place.” 

“Oh, I mean…” she hesitates. “It's not the best time right now. Hugo is…” 

“He's got friends over?” I ask. Other hockey bros? 

She shakes her head. “He's having his… ‘alone time’...”

Remembering what she said about Hugo's insatiable sex drive, I signal with my fist the jerking off symbol and she nods. 

“You gotta learn to satisfy your man, girl. What happened to slutty Sophia? You said Ben was too weak of a fuck.” 

“He was gay. This is different. We had sex in the morning and he wanted it again after I showered. After the makeup, Matt. You know this,” she waves her hand over her fully dolled-up face, “is not a game to me.” 

“Fair. Beauty is pain.” I shrug. I guess I wasn't going to get a chance to see if he really is that thick in person. It's still hot to know he's up there playing with himself for the second load of the day. 

We enter my car, and she sets her purse down in the back seat. As per usual, she starts scrummaging through it before we drive off. You can hear the various little cases of lip gloss and eyeliner bumping into each other. Like she said, being beautiful is serious for her.

“Ugh, I forgot my phone!” she declares finally. 

“Good thing we’re still here.” I put the car back into park. 

“Can you go for me?” She hands me the keys. “If I go, Hugo is going to be mid…alone time and he won't let me leave again just like that.” 

My heart rate spikes. I could walk in on her hunky man beating his meat. With a look on his face just like the one he made in the video. 

“He's in the room. And my phone should be just on the kitchen counter. “250. Pleaseee, Matt.” 

I took the keys. The anxiety and excitement kept building as I entered the front entrance and got in the elevator. I was trembling by the time I got to door 250.

I gave the door a little knock, but put the keys in pretty soon after. She did give them to me for a reason. 

“Hey, it's Matt, Sophia's friend,” I call out. There's no sign of life in the main area. I close the door slowly behind me and take off my shoes. 

Maybe he's gone out.

No, that's stupid. We would've seen him leave. We're parked outside. 

The phone isn't on the kitchen counter like she said. And of course I couldn't call her to ask where it was. With a racing heart, I move slowly through their apartment.

It was a real mix of the two of them. Hockey champion cups lined the fireplace edge. Pictures of the two of them on the walls. Fluffy pillows that didn't belong in any straight guy’s home. 

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…” It’s him.

The sound of his breathing makes me steel hard. He isn't moaning. He isn't even really grunting. It's just a rhythmic sort of manly breathing. 

I peek into the bedroom and see nobody there. There's only one other room in the apartment so I creep my way there. The sound of his breathing increases ever so slightly with each step. 

There he is.

He’s sitting in an office chair turned towards a large computer monitor. He has headphones on, which explains why he didn't hear me come in.

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…”

“Hugo? It's Matt. I'm …” I'm almost voiceless and there's no way he can hear me. 

I see her phone, in its pink case, on a drawer beside him. 

“Hugo?” 

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…”

Then one large exhale. The heavy breathing resumes almost immediately after. I take a step forward, thinking that I'll be able to reach out and grab the phone without breaking him out of his trance. 

“What the fuck?!” Hugo spins around in the chair, catching me with my hand extended out to the drawer. “Who are you?” His voice rattles my chest. 

“I'm…”

Oh my god. He's completely naked. He's thick everywhere just as the video showed him. He looks like he's twice my weight in muscle mass.

And his cock

His rock hard uncut cock.

So thick and big. 

So hard.

“Fuck…” 

The same almost pained expression I saw in the video crosses his face. He looks down at his cock, and I know his body is about to betray him. 

“Shit!” He blasts himself in the face with a jet of cum and flinches. 

“Oh my god, I'm sorry!” I blurt out as his cock spews out more shots. They're weaker than the first shot, because all he's doing is holding the base. 

“Fuck!” It's like he's a fireman that can't control the water coming out of his hose. It just keeps squirting out of him despite his efforts to clamp down. 

All that, with a glob of thick white cum hanging off his bottom lip.  

“I just… Sophia… phone…” I say in a dumbass way as I pick up the pink phone. “I'm sorry…” I stumble as I back up and exit the room. 

Holy fuck! What the fuck! 

“Hey!” Hugo roars out from behind me in a low and masculine cry. “Stop right there!” 

Holy. Fuck.