Best Friends Bare All E4 | Is blowing him crossing the friendship line? (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

Continued directly after the last story

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This is it. I'm about to suck my best friend’s dick. I'm really going to do it. 

His swollen cock head rubs against my mouth, and I am no longer sure if it's my saliva or his precum that's smearing along my lips. 

“You don't have to,” Drake says. “I'm just saying you can if you want to.” His cock twitches, tapping the exposed head softly against my mouth. 

Should I? I'm already so close to doing it. 

I backed up to get a better look at his erection. The veins popping out of his shaft are magnificent, and I love running my thumb on the length of them as I stroke him gently.

“Jake? Ah…” His ballsack tightens, bringing his nuts up for a second before they descend again. “If you're not going to suck it, can you jerk me off faster?” 

“Are you about to nut?” I do as he asks, and his member swells in my fist.

“No, I just want to be closer to the edge. Yeah, that's it. Just like that.” 

This time, I saw the precum leak out of him. His passing foreskin catches it and lubricates the movement, and I feel it flowing down to my grip. 

“A little faster?” Drake groans. “Wait, no. That's too fast now.” He puts his hand on my forearm to slow me down. “Okay yeah.. oh yeah… just like this.” 

“You're on the edge?” I ask, trying to keep my tiring arm at exactly this rhythm. 

“Oh yeah, buddy. Oh yeah…” He takes deep steady breaths. “Not any quicker than this.” 

He leaks again, and I curiously lean down to watch the process. I've never seen a dick do its thing up close before.

What does it taste like? Doesn't smell like anything really.

I just have to go for it. I open my lips timidly and suckle the very tip of him. 

“Holy shit…” Drake moans. “Wait…” He grips my forearm again and I expose his mushroom head completely by pulling down. “Oh shit…” 

I have to try it.

I have to try it!!! 

I take a deep breath and take him into my mouth.

It's hard. It's thick. It's alive. It's twitching. It's salty. 

“Holy fuck, man…” His hand squeezes my forearm tightly. His hips hump upwards and I get what his body is trying to tell me. I take a deep breath through my nose and take the rest of his shaft in my mouth. 

“MMmm…” I haven't had a feeling like that in the back of my throat except the last time a doctor put a popsicle stick there. I try not to gag because I don't want to throw up on him. 

“OHHH…hahaha.. Jesus, Jake… what the fuck man… hahah…” His words are a mix of giddiness and pleasure and surprise. 

He releases my forearm and pushes on my head instead. 

“GuHHHHHHHhHH!” I sputter on his hairy crotch but he moans so loud at the same time that I don't think he heard me. 

“Fuck! I've never been deep-throated like this. Don't move, man. You move and I'm gonna blow. Holy shit, man.” 

With my head pinned down on my best friend’s crotch and his coarse pubes scratching the left side of my face, I breathe through my nose. 

But I want to touch him.

I want him to struggle.

I want him to be on the very edge. 

Without moving my mouth, I stroke his ball sack with my thumb. It shrinks as I do, and I imagine his big balls rising again. 

“Dude!!! You're asking for it!” Drake taps my skull. He puts his hand on my back and I'm free to move my head, but I don't. 

I actually don't want him to cum. 

I want him like this. 

Ready to keep playing. Ready to try more with me. If we cum, we’ll have to stop. 

I don't want to stop. 

I go to caress his hairy inner thighs, seeing what he reacts to. The only cue I have is when his cock twitches or swells in my mouth, but it's a god damn good indicator. 

He definitely likes ball play. Stroking them makes his cock expand like it's about to spray. 

“Jake!” He taps my skull again. “Too close. Whoa! Whoa!” I actually felt his cock expand at the last whoa. I loosen my lips and pull up without giving him further stimulation. “FuuuuCKK…” 

I sat up on the bench next to him, relieved to have a break on my neck. Drake has his eyes closed, and his tongue between his teeth. Trying to control his breathing, I look down to see his rock hard cock, shiny with my spit, tick like a hand on a clock. 

“Don't you fucking say a word right now.” 

Like cum? Or bust? Or mention how wet he is? 

He lets out one big sigh and his tight mouth forms a smile after. “That was a close one.” Drake scratches his furry chest. “Almost lost it. Don't touch it right now.” He catches my hand getting close by and I place it on his lap instead. “You want some action too?” 

I look down at my own stiff cock, and watch Drake wrap his hand around it. 

“Holy shit, dude. You really were getting off on sucking my dick.” Drake is stroking too fast and I squirm against him. “Is this better?” He slows down and I relax. It still doesn't feel right. “Put your arm around me.” 

I do so, and Drake is able to angle his grip differently now that my arm is no longer in the way. 

Now that's right. 

“Oh….oh….oh….” I moan softly as my best friend beats me off. 

“You don't have a hook up plan, right?” 

“No,” I say. The steady stroke he's giving me is moving me up fast the orgasm ladder. 

“Then you can cum, right?” The way his hairy forearm is rubbing against my abs is doing it for me. “It kinda feels like you need to. You're way bricked up, man. That's crazy. You just blew a load a couple hours ago.” 

“Oh…” That’s all I can say in return. It was my turn to grip his arm. 

“You're close, aren't you?” He holds the base of my cock down for one stroke then gives me some unpredictable fast ones. “I can feel it.” 

“Oh! Drake!” 

“If you're not holding it for anything, you can let it go.” Two painfully slow strokes over my sensitive head and then 5 strokes in the middle of my cock. 

I'm going to fucking blow. 

“Drake!” I grip my forearm tightly as he edges me. 

“Yeah, spray it, dude!” he says, giving me a final go-ahead by making his strokes consistent again. 

“Oh, I'm going to cum!” 

“Spray it!” 

“Oh fuck! Ah! Ah!!” I crunch forward as the pleasure overtakes me. “AhHHH!!!” The feeling culminates into an explosion and my cum comes out like an exploding can. 

“Holy fuck, Jake!” Drake laughs again, but he doesn't stop his stroke. My cock sprays cum like an unclogged faucet hard onto the locker room floor, and my toes curl on the cold tiled texture. 

“OHhHh!! OhHh!” I lean onto him for support as he strokes me, until I am a writhing mess of heavy breathing. “Ohh!” My hand squeezes his shoulder, letting him know when he's gone too far. 

“Nice shot, man. Fuck.” He presses the side of his head against mine. “Impressive as hell.” 

“Oh…” I have no words. 

“Thanks man. I'm ready to fuck the hell out of her.” Drake released my spent cock, and gave his own a slap with the same hand. I'm sure some of my cum got on his shaft, but I'm too busy regulating my breathing to look carefully. 

“Oh…” I press my head against his as I cool down. 

“You good? You can clean this up, right? The guys are gonna… when they're done practice. I have to shower before I meet her.” 

“Okay, yeah.” I lean my head back on the locker with a small metallic clang as Drake leaves whistling to the shower. 

What have we done?