I am going to be the best man
He is my best friend
But I am still PUCKIN his fiancee a week to the wedding.

Already, you think I am on the wrong track and the worst friend in the world. It is okay to point fingers and call names and lay blames but just before you do, stay with me and read our story. It is pivotal to note that betrayal at this level can only happen and thrive when the finance too is in tone with it. I have changed names and places to protect characters here but this is a true story. The truth they say will 1st piss you off then set you free. Truth hurts but I tell it to heal us all.


Ken:
has always been my best friend from childhood. We both went to thesame saint Peter primary school, destiny further cemented that friendship when we got to secondary school. Our both parents had to become friends because of us. Ken for me is the true definition of brother from another mother. We were finally thrust apart when Ken got admission in to NDA in kaduna while I remained to study engineering at the state university. From the same tribe and from thesame neighbourhood, Ken and I had every similarity. Both tall and good looking even now in our mid 30s. I must admit I always have this feeling ken was better looking than me because he was a shade taller and a pound bigger not down there sha just to clear the air. financially, he is ahead of me at the moment. But what I lack for physically and financially, I make up for intellectually and socially. Ken is brash and a go getter while I am layed back and It all falls in place at the end kinda guy. While ken's ego and cash will get him the better looking girl in a group when we go out, my demeanour and etiquette always charm them to my bed at the end. So, you see the picture now, Ken gets the fresh tomatoes Jos while I get to sample the left over barje. We remained best friends even though he slept with my younger sister and I never got the chance to nail his.

On a beautiful sunday like this, it is always wise to look to the future and not the past. In a weekend when Dangote's daughter got married one can only stay in good vibes. Talking about future and marriage, Do you believe a man can truly love his best friend and constantly betray him in his mind, in the very cosmic poetry of his soul. Well, I love Ken but I betrayed him when I layed with his fiance: Rosie. And still do up this moment even when the wedding is 5 to 6 days away like literally. Who in God's green earth does that right? With all the precaution in the world, I failed.

Love is a comical engagement for anyone truly in it and there is nothing funnier than love traveling through time. some Men believe more in love and it is tiresome. I think Ken is that kinda man. But girls? Niaja girls? They don't take love seriously and they never have. Girls get mind sha! They can keep powerful secrets and look normal. Ah, well, you think I have a grievance against girls right? No! I am too chivalrous and truth be told that only women have been able to make me deeply unhappy, and they have done so from the cradle on.

Rosie:
I first saw Rosie last April when Ken mother died. Due to his busy schedule, he never got to introduce us. He only just ask me to give her and three other men from his army work a ride. I noticed when she got to her destination, a guy among the three men stopped at the same town with her. When it was just me and the other two, not knowing my affiliation with Ken, they started mouthing gibberish about how Rosie sleeps with everyone who can get a boner. I only listened and thought to myself, Ken is a badt sharp guy na, this Rosie will just be another gaga shuffle. Boys and girls, ladies and gents! How wrong was I. During last Christmas, Ken called to tell me he had done introduction and wants me to prepare for his wedding. One can influence a friend and constantly alter his decisions but not when it comes to choosing a bride. You draw a line and let them have their say right? Good or bad, they live with their choice not you.

By January this year, Rosie was posted to Gombe for her NYSC. I began to notice Ken was always coming from maiduguri to visit. Though I never got to see Rosie again after that trip, I knew she was in town coz Ken told me during one of his short visits. Honestly, I am a man's man. I slay cats if you know what I mean. This Nairaland self will not allow one use poo sea. But I roll with my dogs; my niggas. Towards the end of January, ken introduced her along with friend of hers to me when we all went out. Wetting man go do, I sharply started nailing Bola her friend. Now I see! Maybe Bola Fed her stories about our novel perfect dating and mating. Because Valentine finally broke the ice.

If you recall like I do, this year's Val was on on a Wednesday. So on Sunday before val, I saw Rosie's call. Though she had always had my number and I had always had hers, we never spoke. You don't friend zone a lady who is about to marry your best friend na.

.....phone ringing. ...... I picked.

Hello? I said

'Oga you just forget me'
came her reply

Ah_ba Rose, I no fit forget you na! You na our wife.
I said trying to make her know her place. You know how we Nigerians call our in-laws our wife with no pun or porn intended

'Wetting dey for una wife this Val na?' She said half laughing

Seeing the joke, I chuckled too between light laughter and said
Ken dey na, we don give you Ken.

To cut the long story short, she said she has not heard from Ken for like a week. I dropped the call and tried his line. NOT AVAILABLE.
I told her maybe they were on for a mission where service was poor.

She finally got me to take her out on Valentine's day becuase she said she would be lonely and the best way to avoid temptation from all the male Corp members stalking her, was for me to show up on vals day and take her out.
On vals day, I called her by 6pm to notify her about my coming. She was so happy, when I went further to disclose that I will be coming with Bola so we all three could have Val dinner, she changed her mood and asked me to just go with Bola alone. Thinking she wanted me to have privacy with my bea, I agreed. After an hour, she texted me informing me that Bola has only one hour left and I should come pick her by 9:30pm. That she was lonely and afraid because every other Corp member had gone out and there was no light.

As a senior bros in the game, I knew Bola would not mind. All these copa girls and their copa boyfriends. I promised to drop her at home but she declined and left. I know a copa guy as broke as he may have been, got the better of me that night over Bola. No P, i went over and picked Rosie. From the hairstyle she made, to the red dress she wore and down to her black heels, she looked every bit my dream girl. Sexy, Classy, Sassy and not trashy. I had to compliment her. When she came in and sat at the passenger's sit in front, her perfume filled my car. I sniffed, smiled and said

you are wearing blu mixed with new musk. I love your fragrance.

She smiled and complimented mine too. Clearly, we are both perfume people. Hours ago, all Bola wanted for dinner was fast food and chicken. Being a romantic, I never liked the idea for it wa Val, everyone will be going out to a fast food eatery. But I went anyways. Being Chivalrous is my most dominant nature. Not Rosie, she wanted something different. She asked me to stop at a super market. She offered to buy candles while holding my upper arm as she asked me to get us some exotic red wine and chocolates. She said she wish we could just go somewhere far from everyone and be alone with no lights just candles, chocolates and red wine. Where my people if not my house. It was like me in a female body hanging out with me. We liked thesame things and see the world differently. Carried and swayed away by romantic vibes, it is clear folks, I done fall but before my head goes under water, I asked;

What about Ken? How will he feel when he finds out we were on date on Valentine.

Do you have any evil intentions? She asked me?

No! I defended my self sounding like Saraki's lawyer

Then why worry? More over, our hanging out is out of pure innocence. Let's just keep it as our little secret.

We did. She promised not to tell Bola and I promised not to tell Ken. After we finished the second bottle of California red, we had become best friends under the candle lights. She loosen her inhibitions . She let her guard down, my d*ck let me down. I let my best friend down.
At 1am, there is no way she was going home, so we both agreed as friends to just cuddle and talk about all the reasons while we can't. Cuddling led to kissing each other to savour how wine might taste on another persons' mouths, i did the lord luggard journey down her boobs and she became wet like the Niger delta. She reached for my d*ck and held it like a microphone saying to it

'Ministry of environment there is wet spill down here *she touches her poo sea* don't you have work to do?...

We made love 1st, then pucked for the 2nd round then in the morning, we banged.

Now back to the issue at hand. We have not been able to stop pucking since last month. Nowadays, I can't look at my guy in the eye. I feel guilty. I mean how do you feel when she sucks your d*ck but uses that same mouth to kiss your friend in their pre wedding picture on his whatsapp dp? I have tried to step down from the best man position but Ken will have nothing of it. Last week, I thought about telling him to come clean even though I will be known as betrayal for life but I am afraid. One, he is a high ranking officer fighting boko haram. He could lose it and shoot me in the pucking head. I also don't wanna burst his bubbles for he is always singing Rosie's praises to everybody who cared to listen and post her wife material qualifications on Facebook.

What makes me less afraid is that Rosie has no single atom of guilt in her. She goes on with planning the wedding as the most righteous lady on earth. On Wednesday when we went out to trial out suits and her wedding gown. She treated me normally and formally. But on my way home, she put a paper in my hand saying why have I not been picking Bola's call. Before I could even say a word. She said that is from Bola. Played along.

When I got home, I open the paper thinking Bola was tired of technology and wanted the old school letter thing. Only to see these words from Rosie

Hey lover,
Tuesday is the only free time I have from this hectic wedding up and down. Let's make it the puck of our life. Get room 7 in that guests house and 2bottles of our regular wine. No more calls or texting for now. I will be there 11am.

Our best man with the best d*ck
Xoxo

Who want read this long thing

Na comment I con read o cus I no fit read this

OK ayam coming

The story sweet die , I read it all

agbonkamen:
Who want read this long thing

It's worth reading dear. #LifeLessons

The writer is less than 23 years trying to write about his fantasy. It is usual at this age to fantasize.
All I see are lies, fabricated story. Nice try.

I don't really know what to make of this. If it isn't fiction, save up for your funeral. You'll get shot eventually.

@OP I love your writing style, it's awesome. I encourage you to write more stories am a fan already.

But you must know that this will not end well. I don't blame you but I think the best thing you can do for yourself right now is to stop. You need more self restraints with this kinda stuff.

By the way, the Dude being military should be enough warning.

But please tell us if you plan to continue on this path so that I will keep watch on news from Gombe or somewhere in the north of a murder-suicide by a newly married young military officer.

Good luck mate

Lnxxxxx:
@OP I love your writing style, it's awesome. I encourage you to write more stories am a fan already.

But you must know that this will not end well. I don't blame you but I think the best thing you can do for yourself right now is to stop. You need more self restraints with this kinda stuff.

By the way, the Dude being military should be enough warning.

But please tell us if you plan to continue on this path so that I will keep watch on news from Gombe or somewhere in the north of a murder-suicide by a newly married young military officer.

Good luck mate

thanks mate! I will keep you guys posted. remember, I changed places and names so Gombe for murder/suicide might not suffice

FrancisDozie:
The story sweet die , I read it all

thanks mate! I feel glad some of us take out time to read

dilini:

It's worth reading dear. #LifeLessons

you are worth all my gratitude thanks

Number 1 lesson in Nigeria_ Never you puck with the pucking military. They'll puck you up guy.

Nice nollywood storyline. Caught in the arms of my best friend's wife would make an appropriate title.

That is the power of a pvssy.
I used to think that i have self discipline on konji matters until the day i nearly knacked my cousin sister.
The girl had the habit of stylishly touching my preek at any given opportunity. So one day, it was raining heavily and NEPA had taken the light when she came into my room where i was just laying down on my bed and started telling me of how she luvs me and wishes cousins could marry each other


That was how this gift started rubbing my chest and gently pulling my nippy. Before i could say 'jack', my mumu preek just stood at attention like superman.

It wasn't long before we started kissing that my hand made its way into her hot toto when suddenly we heard our grandmother screaming my cousin's name and so she quickly ran out. That same incident repeated itself a couple of times but thank God it never went beyond kissing and touching of private parts.

Pheeewww!

Call it fiction or whatever, I read all and I kinda like your style of writing. But, if this is real, take my advise. The womanliness isn't worth dying for

"Our bestman wit d best d*ck,xoxo"

Gofwane:
That is the power of a pvssy.
I used to think that i have self discipline on konji matters until the day i nearly knacked my cousin sister.
The girl had the habit of stylishly touching my preek at any given opportunity. So one day, it was raining heavily and NEPA had taken the light when she came into my room where i was just laying down on my bed and started telling me of how she luvs me and wishes cousins could marry each other


That was how this gift started rubbing my chest and gently pulling my nippy. Before i could say 'jack', my mumu preek just stood at attention like superman.

It wasn't long before we started kissing that my hand made its way into her hot toto when suddenly we heard our grandmother screaming my cousin's name and so she quickly ran out. That same incident repeated itself a couple of times but thank God it never went beyond kissing and touching of private parts.

Pheeewww!

Tell us when you finally dickpression her... Not blood sister I know of two different guys that have knack their cousin... One is still doing it till now, you can't imagine how emotion you and your cousin will be when you start blasting her system..

I no advice you anything. Just a comment ...make heaven no use am judge against me for judgment day.

Op I see grave, I no know if na you or Rosie them go put inside, but one person inside the two of you go enter am for sure... Live your life to the fullest now. Tomorrow maybe too late. Get her pregnant so if na you die, you name will not be forget...

Pls did Mohammed Salah really apologize to Watford goalkeeper?


Never walk alone

Well scripted! Lovely piece! Oya clap for yourself.

Women and kids can be careless, but not a man. Carelessness in a man ends in misery, regrets and fatality.


In women,only regrets and moving on...

PERVENCHE:

you are worth all my gratitude thanks

Is That A Real Life Story

Nice writeup. you could start blogging

Like sarakis lawyer

def111:


Tell us when you finally dickpression her... Not blood sister I know of two different guys that have knack their cousin... One is still doing it till now, you can't imagine how emotion you and your cousin will be when you start blasting her system..
..

she got married last year so we are no longer in the same state

Nice write up, I enjoyed every bit of it, but you're gonna be caught on their wedding eve

That girl is dangerous bro

pweshdodo:
Pls did Mohammed Salah really apologize to Watford goalkeeper?


Never walk alone

dude on d way to world best mo salah. mo fire

Ay04z:
dude on d way to world best mo salah. mo fire

Gofwane:
she got married last year so we are no longer in the same state

You must been missing her.. Inside of you wishing to have knack her once, blast the system for once

damtan:
Nice writeup. you could start blogging

Yea, I would love too. my job does not give that luxury for now. I plan to write some more and see people's reactions. just wanna welcome criticism, reviews, and see the ratings.