My best friend betrayed me with my girlfriend and that’s how I punished him

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So, yeah, I needed to be certain. I got up like every morning without waking up Lindsay to start my 5 am routine, proteine shake, series of push ups and cold shower followed by some meditative breathing. She would usually peak her head in the lounge and eye rolled before heading straight to the bathroom.

My current relationship was on the edge despite the fact that I never looked better, 24, maybe only 5 foot 8 but with the built of a boxer. I would normally flex in the mirror, patchy chestnut fur on my good pecs, super short buzzcut and a grumpy look at myself and my sad life. But this dry spell didn’t feel like the normal waves of a long relationship, three years in and I could tell something got in her head.

When I heard the shower on, I silently went to the bedroom, her phone still charging on the nightstand. I tapped her code that she had changed two weeks ago, first warning for me. I knew it was either her dad or mom’s birthday, she could barely remember mine after all this time. Access granted I scrolled down the message section and found Mommy. She never ever called her mom Mommy.

-Miss you, miss you so much. You make me so fucking hard. When can I see you?

Attached, the picture of a raging hard on inside some tight SpongeBob briefs. The dude was definitely packing and my fury reached its peak. Had no idea where I found the strength to not throw her phone and all her stuff by the window. I just read the following answer:

-I think he has drinks with his coworkers Friday night. You can come here.

I gulped, bloodshot eyes, and let my fast breathing slow down, I was crushed. As I heard the bathroom door opening I took a quick screenshot of the picture and hurried back to the lounge packing my stuff in my bag. I left just as she was out and ready. While at my boring office tech job, I kept staring at the dude’s boner, I wished I could call the asshole. Instead I called my best buddy, Matt. Known him for ten years, we always had each other’s back even though I knew he sort of hated Lindsay. I couldn’t wait for the « I told you so »…

-Hey Chip! (yes I hated my mom for that name), alright bro? You never call!

-Hey Matty, are you free tonight? Could do with a drink!

-Sure, sure, your voice is… weird, sure you’re alright? Is it Lindsay?

-NO, not at all. It’s… Work.

That evening, couple of beers in, at the local spot not far from mine, I sunk, my face grey. The jolly country pop tracks in the background couldn’t be more at odds with my current mood, especially the love songs. Matt, a bit late, showed up, large grinning smile, his handsome mug already annoying. Dude had it all, same age tall, fit like the sport coach he was, blond stubble beard and short wavy hair like a hot surfer. At least he was wearing a horrible red shirt, we hugged and toasted:

-So cool to hit me tonight! I really wanted to see you. What’s going on?

-Oh just work is a bitch… I Fucking hate HER! (I breathed slowly) My boss, Karen, I mean.

-Well, Karen for a start… He chuckled. But you have Lindsay, that’s all that matters, she’s your rock! He smiled and winked. Golden fur peaking from his shirt. I couldn’t help thinking he was the total package, if I was into dudes, he would be my first choice, lol. But no, I was way more into total dumb whores like Lindsay even if my last BJ was three months ago and lasted about 3 minutes… Gone were the days where she would creep close to my ear, like a kitten, and whispered that her pussy was dripping wet. I sighed. I was suddenly really feeling blue, like blue balls blue. Matt patted my shoulders with both hands next to me.

-Yeah, yeah, Lindsay is… She’s busy with her own stuff so I don’t want to drag her into this. I think I’m going to need something stronger than this drink. Maybe vodka.

-Chip! Let’s go back to my place! My bar is FULL! And tomorrow I’m off! Let me just take a leak!

He disappeared, then stopped, a cute short blond girl wanted to chat with him. He flushed, his body language telling me she wanted him bad and he felt awkward. Girls always liked and fancied me but complained I was a bit too short… What a joke. If only they knew how good my dick was, I giggled to myself, sadder than happy.

Matt’s mobile buzzed on the table, a WhatsApp message I could actually read from the screen:

-Still good for Friday night? I’ll make sure he’s not around. My pussy is dripping wet…

No way…I froze and sweated at once. That… was more than one coincidence, that was the same phrasing , the same day, and the same… tease she used to say to me. Maybe it was coincidence, someone else, maybe… My face went tomato red, rage steadily growing, frowning with anger. I put his phone in my back pocket and walked to the bathroom.

There he was, splashing the urinal, he turned and waved at me, the bastard smirking:

-Your turn, buddy, I’m done!

A step back from the urinal, he fumbled with his belt and zip puller but I managed to notice the cartoon boxer briefs he just pulled up.

-Fun underwear, bro! You’re 14? I laughed, clenching my fists so hard I felt my short nails stabbing my palms, tears peaking under my eyes.

-Dude, you know I love SpongeBob!

He grabbed his crotch jokingly and zipped up his trousers before passing me to reach the exit. I faced the wide mirror by the sinks. The ugly white light made me look even redder, two long tears ran across my cheeks and I wanted to punch the mirror like in the movies. I remembered my meditation lessons and found hidden strengths to slowdown my heartbeat and calm my nerves. I exhaled, joined him at our table, big grin on the face, and looked under my chair. I pretended to find his phone on the floor and passed it to him.

-Oh thanks Buddy! I didn’t even realize! He glanced surreptitiously at the messages and hid the phone in his front pocket then got up ready to leave. We cabbed back to his place as I made jokes and chatted about fun memories in the car, grinding my teeth the whole trip.

-Mannnn, oh my. That camping trip… Matt giggled. That group of chicks from the Valley! The biggest boner of my life! You scored one, I remember!

-Oh what a little slut, they’re all little sluts, all of them! I grumbled struggling to keep my fury to myself. That idiot was just roaring with laughter and I wanted to turn his pretty smile into mush.

-By the way, seeing anyone? You seem in a VERY good mood! I sneakily asked.

-Hu not really… Have a FWB but that’s it…

-Oh nice, what she looks like? You have a picture?

-It’s really just sex, I don’t take photos! He shrugged and looked shifty. Five minutes later we reached his building and flat on the 9th floor, glorious night views of the city for a moment to remember. The well furnished if minimal place had two large couches and a huge wool carpet in the middle, small tables aside. He looked in the kitchen island for his beer opener and brought two large bottles.

-I have vodka but let’s start slow! You seem concerned, bro…

Opposite on each couch, we gulped in silence, an invisible tension slowly building. I stared at his red shirt like a bull in the arena, he stared back at my thick and flexed biceps tightened by my Under Armor tee.

-You’re so fit, man! Kettlebells much? He chuckled. Boy you were so skinny before!

-Yep, Thai boxing classes help too… Wanna have a little bro play?

I got up and shoved my fists in the air as if punching a bag. I wondered what I could punch for real? Amused, Matt jumped on his feet and pretended to dodge my fake moves.

-Oh that time I beat your ass when you lost my Nike’s! He remembered and kept tackling and stopping me in my tracks like kids pretending to fight. I hit his stomach and he gasped a silent scream, rolling back on the couch. Unphased, he got straight back up, dancing on his legs, frowning:

-I see! I see! Let’s have a little fight buddy! I can tell you’re super angry or something! Just release the steam, bro!

He took off his shirt, just in chino and socks, his sandy and furry chest glowing. I removed my top, super toned pecs and abs, a brown hairy trail across the navel, laser eye on his cheek, my next target.

We turned around on the carpet, he punched my rib, I grunted and hit back under the chin. Didn’t expect it but he fell brutally, thin line of blood at the corner of the mouth running down the stubble. Legs shaking, he got on his elbows and stood up again:

-What the fuck, Chip! Thought we were having a bit of fun!

-Oh yeah, a bit of fun! Like you’re having a bit of fun with Lindsay? A bit of fun pounding my girl? Tomorrow night it’s on apparently?

I punched his right cheek, he didn’t even move, taking the hit at full speed, a purple mark visible. His eyes blank, fixated on me, he stayed silent and then ran to give a row of punches in my stomach but my rock hard abs resisted. However I fell back on the couch and he grabbed my smaller frame and had one hand in my neck.

-FUCK YOU, Chip. You abandoned her! You’re not the same to her! Yes she confined in me because she missed the old you! She hates your influencer lifestyle! Your shakes, your alpha bro gym, you only care about yourself!

I spat in his face and removed his arm.

-Well lucky your dick was there to help her forget about me! Thanks bro! Bet she complained less with your big cock in her mouth!

I threw his tall frame on the floor, the adrenaline making me surprisingly tough and strong, and started to slap his face, my red furious eyes crying. My big fuzzy pecs were rubbing against his wet chest, streaks of blood dribbling on the blond fur. He was crying too. my nipples rubbing against his, for some reason the rage made me insanely hard. My throbbing meat poked at my fly, my undies strained. But the craziest thing was the tent pitching in his trousers, a rocket darting against my thighs. He rolled on top of me and pinned me down, hairy forearms against my throat, rock hard bat jolting against mine. Sweat was dribbling from his torso. He was properly sobbing, his sorry bruised face desperate. I mumbled:

-So you’re going to kill me? Have Lindsay all for yourself?

-I’m a fucking fool, I don’t know why I’m doing this…

Surprisingly he tilted his head against my shoulder, his warm tears drooling on my cheek. I could hear him playing with his belt and removing his trousers. He was now hugging me, thick wooly chest like a blanket on my pecs. I tapped his back, angry but worried.

-Why are you taking your trousers off?

His hands were now finding my own fly and pulled down my pants to the knees. Both raging erections like two swords crossing. SpongeBob repeated faces were strained and disformed by his huge boner, the heat of his dick pulsing against my own. He quietly moved his hips up and down, shaft to shaft, an electric feeling enveloping us.

I took his face in my hands, the purply black mark on his cheek massive now, clear snot oozing from his nostrils. We locked eyes.

-Man, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I did that. Why I’m doing that. I think… I think I fuck her because…

His rubbing was getting faster, fuck his dick was big! His fat crown straining so hard, a big wet spot appeared, my own hard on rigid and punching against his pulsing cock.

-Because you like me?

I calmly spoke. He nodded intensifying his crying and with no warning kissed my lips, beard scratching my chin. The taste of blood was replaced by the taste of his tongue entering my mouth. I didn’t stop him or protest and just stood still. I pulled down my white briefs and also his SpongeBob undies, my hands feeling his two firm and furry mounds, what a good ass he had! I delicately unwrapped the front of his briefs, a huge pink plum oozing against my pubes. I couldn’t really see his pelvis but felt the thick and girthy cock pressed hard against my dick.

His tongue out of my mouth went on a journey across my face, licking my ear lobes, neck, and went down on my nipples. He bit the sensitive tip, I growled. What the hell was happening! I punched his shoulders forcing him to roll against the carpet and to let me take control. I sat on top of his chest, naked, panting, my prick hard and straight just a feet away from his face. My nice 7 inches veiny pole was bouncing and leaking against my abs as he watched, hypnotized. He gulped, out of breath, and talked:

-I’ve always wanted you, Chip. I fucked Lindsay because I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to feel her cunt because your dick had been there! I’m sure you don’t believe me but I swear. I want you, I want that big dick of yours!

He pulled his back up so our bodies were entangled like a kamasutra position, chest to chest, legs on top of the other. It was such a strange sensation, his hard cock tilting against my ass, mine against his abs. I was in a female position but didn’t feel threatened or worried. His meat was so girthy, it opened my asscheeks naturally. I blushed, confused by my wide array of feelings, hatred, lust, desire and rage. But the leading emotion remained horniness. He smiled sadly, blood drying on his stubble beard. I grabbed the back of his head and frenched the hell out of him.

His hands fumbling in my crotch area, he found my log, harder than steel. His fist jacked me softly using my excitement leaks as lube. I moaned through our kiss and gasped as his dick grew bigger between my cheeks. My calves crossed behind his back and my arms rubbing his golden chest fur, I was swallowing his tongue, our salivas sealing our fate.

My shorter height made it easy for him to pull my ass up with his flexed biceps and sluttily slid his meat along my scrotum and hole. I shivered of fear and joy. His hand felt amazing on my dick. I could comprehend how a brojob would feel good even for a straight dude like me but what I couldn’t fathom was the bliss sensation of his erection against my anus.

Who was I kidding? Was I gay for Matt? I was craving to see his actual dick, that fat SpongeBob boner had me so hard earlier, I blamed it on the anger but it was something else… He looked sheepishly in my eyes:

-I’ve done it before with dudes, you know, he said close to my ear, still fapping me. I’ve never told you but I think I’m bisexual maybe, I’ve done it all. So whatever you want to do to me, Chip, go for it. Punish me. Show me what a piece of shit I am. You can destroy me, you can fuck me…

My dick throbbed in his expert hand, I gave him a peck and chuckled:

-You’re fucking crazy, bro. But you’re making me SO HARD. I haven’t been this hard in months… You’re… so hot. I want you, I want all of you. If that bitch can have you, so can I. But first I want to taste your dick.

He pulled me up to free his crotch. His dick slapped hard against his tummy, facing mine. I stared in awe. It was crazy huge, not so much longer than mine, maybe half an inch, but so thick, so fucking thick. Matt simply had very big cock, oozing precum, cut and curved like a banana.

-Fuck, I fucking hate you both, you and your porno cock.

He giggled and kissed me.

-That cock is all yours. Lindsay couldn’t get passed the tip, she gives the worst BJs, dude, you know that…

-Her raspy tongue is fucking useless. She hates it anyway, frigid cunt.

I opened wide his furry thighs, a rich aroma of semen and urine around his huge ballsack made me shiver. I licked between the thigh and balls and went up under his shaft, he grunted and patted my head as a compliment. My dribbling tongue continued up to the frenulum, the wonderful taste making me rock hard. I suckled on the cherry on top, juicy and creamy, he roared, legs trembling.

For my first blowjob I wanted him to remember every second of it and how much better that Lindsay I was. I gobbled a few inches, lips distorted by his girth, not sure how much my throat could go. All I knew is that his gooey plum was hitting the roof of my mouth and half of his dick was still out in the wind. I pulled out to find my breath again.

-MAN! MAN! He begged. Keep going! This is insane! Don’t pretend you never suck dick before!

-I swear, I never. But you have such a good fat dick, I can’t even blame that bitch now. Who wouldn’t want that huge meat? I want to please you, Matt, I want your whole meat in my mouth!

I went back at it, slurping inches after inches of incandescent cock. I gaged a bit, I choked but I was getting there, gold pubes brushing my nostrils. He moaned even louder, head jerking back and fort, one hand forcing my head deeper. His other hand was still nicely rubbing me, my drenched tip caressed by his talented fingertips, edging me like never before. I moaned too, mouth full of dick.

-DUDE! You’re deepthroating me!!!! You’re incredible!

I could smell his musky pubes, I could feel the large vein throbbing on my tongue, I kept choking, eyes teary. The intense pleasure this gave me confused me. The more of Matt was down my throat, the happier I felt, all my anger melting like ice in the sun.

Imitating the best girls I watched endlessly on porn sites, I tilted my head up and down, sliding his thickness in my mouth. His hands between my ears he started to use me and facefuck me, growling and panting very fast.

-Man! Man! You’re too good, I’m going to…

I pumped and pumped, his balls now fat like big lemons. Saliva dribbling all over his crotch, my tongue felt the final tremor in his cock. He screamed, fingers tightly gripping my skull, balls deep in my mouth. Hot white juice erupted in me, a cum lava flow so thick I gagged immediately and couldn’t swallow.

He punched his huge pole the deepest my neck could take, destroying my palate. I pulled out, suffocating and spat a torrent of semen all over his dick. He laughed.

-Sorry man, it was just too good. You just gave me the best BJ of my life, how is that… possible?

-Because I did what I wished that slut would do to me! I sucked you the way I want to be sucked!

White goo all over my mug, I smirked and licked the cream off his sensitive tip, he grabbed my face and planted a big kiss, his own seed landing on his beard. I blushed but couldn’t be redder than I already was. Frowning and hornier than ever, I twisted his nipples and said:

-I’ve pleased you, Matt, so now you have to please ME! It’s your turn and get ready because I’m still angry. I’m going to pound your ass like you’ve never been pounded. I’m going to take control and drill you a new asshole! You won’t be able to walk for days. And you’re going to beg… you’re going to beg for my cock, I guarantee you that.

He was shivering with joy and lust and layed instantly of his stomach, legs wide open, fingers pulling his asscheeks apart like his life depended on it.

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