Best Friends Bare All E3 | Is it normal to get turned on by my friend? (Patreon)

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I’ve heard before that some guys don't nut before a big match, because it helps them be in peak form or whatever. I don't know about that. We just had practice after the locker room jerk off, but I kind of felt more at ease during the drills. Calmer, you know? More focused. 

As luck had it, Coach placed me behind Drake for the drills and I got to look at his ass in tight white shorts. The same ass that clenched so hard when he was about to jizz. I can imagine it through the fabric as I follow him around the field. The soccer shorts didn’t leave much work to my imagination.

Jesus Christ, that's so gay. 

But it was him who offered for us to jerk off together. He touched me first. All to record a cumshot for a girl but still… 

I made him cum.

He made me cum too. 

“Hey!” Drake stops suddenly and I crash into him, bringing both of us down to the fake grass. “Dude!”

“Fuck…” My ankle is tangled in his legs and I try to push myself back up with my forearms. 

Fuck, my dick is right in his ass. 

Balls zoom by our ears as our teammates swerve around us, laughing at our position as they continue the drill. 

“Jake, get your boner out of my crack,” Drake whispers. He's not exaggerating either. On one hand, that's fucking embarassing. But on the other hand, if I get up, I'll be tenting these unreasonably short shorts. 

“What are you fools doing?” Coach shouts at us from afar. I see him walking towards us, so I finally untangle myself from Drake's limbs and walk in the opposite direction. “Iverson!” I keep walking straight anyway, hoping none of my teammates would come my way. 

It was a relief to be back in the locker room, and all trace of our cum explosion from earlier was gone. The cleaning lady needs a major raise if that's what she has to deal with regularly. 

“Jake.” The door opens behind me and Drake trots in. “Coach is gonna rip your balls off if you don't come back out.” 

“I can't.” I shake my head, body tilted away from him. If it was anyone else but him that walked in, it probably would've killed my boner. He looks at my bottom half and then back up at my face. 

He can’t see my wood from this angle but he knows what’s happening. Drake pops his head out of the locker room door, shouts something unintelligible and then comes back in. 

“You should get back out there,” I say. He chuckles softly and sits down on the bench. 

“I said you're feeling sick and I'm gonna help you.” Drake pats the spot on the bench next to him. “Nice to take a break anyway.” 

I sit next to him and cover up my raging boner. I know he knows…but still… 

“You didn't finish all the way earlier?” he asks, stretching his hairy legs out. 

“I thought I did,” I reply. 

“Fucking stallion. I wish I could do a double back to back.” Like that reminded him of something, Drake gets up and opens his locker. He pulls out his phone and smiles. “Got a reply. She wants it now.” Casually, he hikes up his shirt and takes a picture of his abs for her. 

“You going to go?” 

“I mean, I have the excuse of taking care of you,” Drake says with a shrug. “But I don't think this guy,” he grabs his crotch, “is ready to play.” 

I, on the other hand, couldn't be more hard. I thought I was already at max, but now knowing that Drake might fuck put my system into overdrive. 

Is he going to fuck her with one leg up on the bed like he had on the bench? 

How sweaty does he get when the rhythm gets going? He’s so hairy and I know how he can overheat in practice.

“You’re not excited at all?” I ask him, the horny feeling taking over my chest. 

“I mean, a little. She's got great tits.” He shows me on his phone. “I've got a little something going on.” He grabs his crotch and I see the outline of a semi. 

The bravery from being horny kicking in, I uncover my crotch. Drake looks down at it and I see the shock in his eyes. Not only is the rigid shape completely visible, I've also soaked through a bit.

“Jesus Christ, Jake. Put that fucking weapon away.”

“It is away.” I spread my legs and my bare knees touch his. Drake shoots me a look and I impulsively place a hand on his left thigh. 

“What are you doing?” Drake asks.

“Nothing,” I reply quietly. My cock throbs in its tight package and I'm sure he can see it move. “Are you going to fuck her?” 

“I don't want to get a limp dick half way through,” Drake says. It didn't look so limp anymore. 

“What do you usually do if you want to …perform well?” I say while playing with his leg fuzz in slow motion. 

“I watch a little porn and edge before,” he says. “Dude, how horny are you? What’d you do with my shy friend?” 

“Pretty horny.” I shift closer to him and the outside of our thighs touch. Drake puts his hand on my thigh and I moan. 

Shit. That's weird. 

“You get really wet. Do you still have to use lube when you bang?” Drake curiously touched the wet spot where my tip is. 

“I've never used lube,” I say. I caress his thigh, waiting for his fingers to move across my underwear. “Oh…”

“This would feel fucking good. I mean, for the girl.” He finally closes his fingers around my clothed shaft and it involuntarily throbs against his touch. 

“You look pretty hard too,” I whisper. I creep up slowly, waiting for me to stop me. He doesn't, and soon I have my hand directly on his dick. 

“It's not totally hard yet,” Drake whispers back. “Do you want to help me get there? Warm up for her?” 

“Yeah,” I say. Silently, we remove our shorts together, our thighs rubbing together in our close position as we pull off our identical white shorts. 

It's true that compared to me, he's really only half hard. His cock sways as he moves, while mine stays static in its spot.

I hold his dick and pull down his foreskin, and he winces. 

“Sorry.” 

“It's ok, I just don't get as wet as you do.” He guides my wrist to cover his head back up. “Especially after already nutting once.” 

“Do you want me to spit on it?” I ask. He nods and I lean down to get a good look on his covered tip. I spit, but my mouth is a little dry from the nerves so only a small quantity of saliva comes out. It does the trick, and I pull his foreskin down again with less resistance. 

“I can't jerk you off in this position,” he whispers above me. I stroke him slowly, feeling him stiffen in my hand. 

“I thought we were just trying to edge you for your hookup.” I spit on his cock again, making him nice and moist for a good stroke. 

“Yeah, maybe…” Drake stops trying to reach for my cock and instead places his hand on my back. He rubs the length of my spine, moving up to my neck and back down to my tail bone. “Feels good, Jake.” 

I really like watching his foreskin come all the way down. I don't know why. There's something hypnotizing about it. 

I spit again, and this time it's more like a long drool that connects us. I try to separate it without luck and then lean lower down. 

Drake knew what was coming.

And he wanted it.

He stopped stroking my back, but started massaging my neck. 

His groin is musky, as mine probably is after all those drills. But it still smelled alright, like your own ripe pits after a good workout. You know it smells, but it doesn't smell bad. 

“Oh fuck…” My lips touch his moist cock. It doesn't taste like anything in particular since it's coated in my saliva. 

I rub his hairy naked thigh, letting his full hard on push against my lips. 

“You can suck it if you want…” Drake whispers.