Best Friends Bare All E2 | Circle jerks are only weird if you don't join in (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I’m not gay. I have a whole list of girls on my Snapchat that would confirm to you that my dick works just fine for them. 

So, I don't know why it turned me on so much to see my best friend naked in the hot tub. 

I don't know why I was in heat and I needed to touch him while he pleasured himself with the jets. 

I don't know why I came in the hot tub right after him.

And I don't know why I watched his muscle butt get out of the water like I'm a homo. 

I just know that everything kinda just… happened. It all flowed together and neither one of us stopped it. Drake looked like he couldn't care less actually. After we got out of the tub, we shook hands before I went home. 

It fucked me up though. That was the gayest shit I've ever done, and with my best friend too on top of all that. I knew things weren’t going to be the same after this.

When did he get so buff and hairy? In the darkness of my room, I can still see clearly in my memory how his youthful face contrasted with the defined pec muscles covered in dark and dense hair. I've seen him shirtless so many times in the locker room, but I never really looked.

The next day, I had to wake up early to go to soccer practice. I actually woke up way too early because I was still thinking about the last night, and so I arrived in the locker room a good hour before I had to be. 

“Oh, Jesus.” I was in such a zone listening to my pre-practice music. I didn't expect to see anyone in the locker room at this hour. 

Especially not Drake with his back turned towards me, with one foot on the bench. His neck is bent forward, so I probably wouldn’t even have recognized that it was him if I didn't see his backside just yesterday night. But that’s him. That’s his ass.

What’s he doing? Why didn't he hear me open the door? 

My question was answered when I saw his left arm vibrating. 

“Yeah, you slut. You want my cum? I'm going to cum for you soon. Show me where you want my load,” Drake said to the walls of lockers. 

His muscular ass cheeks tightened and he threw his head back, and I saw his curly dense hair. It's definitely him and it erased any last doubts I had. His right arm dropped and I saw the phone in his hand. Then, he snapped back into position. 

“Cum on my tits. Ohh…” Some girl moans on his phone. I had to laugh because it sounded so fake. I've always hated porn with girls who overdo it. 

“Fuck!” This time, Drake heard me and his head spins around so quickly, you'd think his neck would snap. There was pure panic in his eyes. It actually made me throw my hands up, like I was worried he might attack me or something. “Jake?!” 

Then, his face scrunches up and I realize the panic isn't just from me catching him sexting. 

“Shit…” Drake grits his teeth. His ass cheeks are so clenched that it looks like it might hurt. 

“Hey man, I'm…” I put my hands down to say. He shushes me with his left hand and takes a deep breath. 

“What the fuck are you doing here so early?” he says and breathes through tightly rounded lips. 

“I just.. man, what the fuck are you doing here so early?” I ask back. He chuckles a bit and then turns around to face me. 

Holy shit, he's hard. Hard enough to hammer a hole in a wall. The way that the veins are popping out of his cock is insane. When he was soft last night before hopping into the hot tub, I could tell he was uncut with a lot of coverage. 

Here? He's fully unsheathed. His cock has an even girth the whole way through, pointing just a little bit upwards. 

“Oh my god…” Drake loses his composure again. “Don't look at me like that.” 

“Like …what?” I know I'm staring at my best friend's hard dick but it's literally waving hello at me. 

“Hmm…hm…hmm….” The sounds he's making directs my eyesight upwards and I see his hairy abs sucked in and his chest puffed out. 

He's trying so hard to hold it in. 

“Are you about to cum?” I ask while looking in his eyes. It's like the word triggers something in him and he looks straight down at his cock, so I do too. “Oh fuck!” 

Cum leaks out of him in a steady stream, and my eyes follow it down until it hits the tiled floor right by his feet. 

“Oh, you fucking asshole,” Drake puts his hands on his hips and closes his eyes. He makes a cute smile as he leaks white liquid from his veiny rod. When it stops, he lets out a big sigh. “Shit. Fuck, I was edging that for Britt.” 

“Is that…did you?” I didn't really understand what I just saw. Drake strokes his dick, pulling the foreskin over the moist head and bites his tongue. 

“Fuck…ok…” He aims the phone back at his cock. “I gotta finish this.” Drake strokes his cock slowly with his other hand. “Jake, dude you're making it weird.” 

“Oh, ok.” I shake my head and grab my gym bag to leave. 

“No, that's not what I mean. Just rub one out with me.” There is almost a look of shock in his eyes from me picking up my things. “You're already hard.” 

I couldn't deny it. The shorts we wear for practice don't hide anything. 

“Let’s hurry it up, man. Or else she's gonna think I'm ghosting her,” Drake says with a sigh, and I pull down my shorts. I see him look at my tool and raise his eyebrows a little. 

We're jerking off together. I know he's done circle jerks with some other guys before, and I have too. We just never did it together because… I don't know. We've been friends too long, maybe? 

“If you want to cum together, you’ll have to speed run it.” Drake winced and let go off his rigid cock. “My cock looks massive from this angle.” 

It isn’t just the angle. 

As he sends the photo to whatever girl he's talking to, I approach and accidentally step in his cum. There's just a little warmth left to the liquid. 

I jerk off rapidly right in front of him, trying to get to his point of being edged. My cock never gets as veiny as this, no matter how long I've been playing. 

“What, you want us to jerk each other off or something?” His voice makes me look right into his face, which is really actually very close. I somehow got close enough that we're pretty much nose to nose. 

“Do you want to?” I ask, still jerking off quickly. His lips are so red. 

“I've done it once,” he admits. “With Rod before.” Rod is another guy on the team. “It's decent.” Drake is such a do whatever the fuck you want kind of man that I didn't really feel surprised. “We can, if you want.” 

“Okay. If you want,” I say, looking at his red lips 

His hand grazes mine as he takes over my cock and I feel the electricity run through my nerves. With shaky hands, I take his meat into my hand and it pulses in my hand. 

“I'm really close.” His voice gets tiny. “Oh shit…I have to film this.” He lets go of my dick and places the phone about the level of his chest to film downwards. “Oh you slut..I'm going to cum on you. Oh fuck! Stroke my fucking cock!” 

It's not the most natural angle to work at, but I grip the main part of his shaft and stroke, covering and uncovering his engorged tip at a steady rhythm. 

“Fuck!” Drake groans. A forceful shot of cum splashes onto my thigh. “Hold the base down!” I react to his words, doing as he says as he jets another couple ropes on me. “Go. Go go go!” I go back to stroking him, and Drake puts the phone to his side. “FuckKKKkK….fuck!” His knees buckle a bit and I have to follow him with my hand to keep stroking. 

I must have done too much, because he grabs my forearm to stop me. 

“Geez…” he says through grit teeth and then laughs. “Alright.” I flinch as he holds my cock. “Slow or fast?”

“Fast,” I gasp. He steps to the side of me to grip me like he's jerking himself off.

It's a good method.

It feels like he knows what he's doing.

“Wait! I'm gonna cum!” 

“That's the point, dude,” he says. I look down at his hairy arm stroking me and then to his face. He's concentrated on my cock, and doesn't even make eye contact with me. 

“Ahh…ahhh,...AHHHHH!” I howl and release, adding to his pool of cum on the floor. “OHhHh!” He expertly holds my cock down for a couple spurts before stroking me again, never making his fist go past my mushroom gland. 

It's like he knows when to slow down. 

“Oh…” I moan again, almost trembling at the immense pleasure as my load gets milked from me. Actually, I think I am trembling. I want to lean onto him for support, but I hesitate for too long and he lets go. 

“Cleaning lady comes in a couple minutes. We should go now.” Drake looks at his goo covered hand and looks for a place to wipe it. “You got a towel?” 

“Yeah.” I look around for my bag, head pounding from the residual pleasure. 

“Are you done? You're still hard.” He grabs my cock again and this time I do hold onto his shoulder for support. He strokes me lightly and the last drops of my cum flow out of me like hot lava and onto his fingers. 

I sigh deeply as the liquid exits my shaft and I feel myself soften in his grip. 

“Alright, now can you hurry your ass up? I don’t want the cleaning lady to get a free show.”