Best Friends Bare All E9 | A heatwave turns my buddy in a sweaty, sticky and horny mess (Patreon)

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The soccer studs are back! Don’t forget to check out the first chapter if you’ve missed their back story.

Recap: They’ve been best friends forever, and they’ve shared everything up till now…so why not their bodies too? It starts off with some mutual jerking off, and then free-spirited Drake asks if Jake wants to fuck a girl together. And boy, did they fuck that girl together. Some of you were asking, was the girl part of the threesome or was she really just a prop? We’ll see in this new storyarc.

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I thought my friendship with Drake would change more after we had a threesome. I mean, I don't have another friend that has put their dick in the same hole before. That's not even all we did too. I’ve sucked his dick for God’s sake. I would think having his hard wood in my mouth would change our friendship. 

But to be honest? Not a lot changed. Drake never brought it up when we were with the other guys, and we didn't really talk about it when we were alone either. There would be hints of it in the conversation, but never anything direct. 

“Dude, imagine dropping your thick load on that ass,” he whispered to me once when we were walking behind a black girl. 

“A girl like that needs someone with stamina,” I replied. 

“You know I have it.” 

There were moments like that that would get swept up by other things on campus and we would lose the thread of the conversation. It wasn't until about 3 weeks after our threesome, that we found a moment alone together. At his place, where we usually hang out. 

“Oh my god, I'm sweating my balls off.” Drake was in just shorts, his hairy chest out loud and proud. He sprawled himself out on the small couch and pressed a cold can of pop against his neck. 

It was insanely hot that day, and his place seemed to concentrate the heat somehow. But it’s our comfort place so it didn't even cross our minds to be anywhere else. 

“Yeah,” I said simply while laying on the floor. I was trying not to move too much. If I stayed completely still, the heat was kind of like a blanket over me. 

“Man, you have 4 hairs on your chest. Imagine being me.”

I turn just my head to look at him. From the lower vantage point that I have, I can see the curls of his chest hair covering his pecs. He's always been on the “hot blooded” side and I guess that's why it's not unusual for him to be without his shirt. 

“Do you have to shave it or is that natural?” Drake asks me. 

“It's just like this. Can’t get my beard to connect either.” 

“You lucky bastard. I have to shave everyday,” he says, rubbing the stubble on his chin. “I wish there was a cold function in the hot tub.” 

“There actually might be one. I saw a video of someone putting a bunch of ice in theirs once,” I reply, closing my eyes in the sleep-inducing heat. 

“Nah man, you think I haven't looked?” 

I smiled with my eyes closed. Knowing his personality, he's already tested every function of the infamous family hot tub that he's banned from using. 

“I kind of want to rub one out.” 

That woke me up quickly. 

“What did you say?” I lift the base of my neck off of the hardwood floor, feeling my sweaty skin try to bind with the flooring.

“Rub one out. Choke the chicken. Fapping.” Drake holds both hands out like I'm the one being ridiculous. 

“Yeah, I got that, thanks. Like right now?” I sit up completely. 

“The heat is making me horny,” he says, closing his hands around the front of his shorts to show the shape of his erection. “It doesn't do that to you?” 

“It does.” Actually, I'm hard a lot around Drake these days. A lot of times, it's just being close to him physically that does it to me. Sometimes it's the memory of us fucking the girl together, taking turns pumping inside her until we both exploded like a compression can reaching its limit. 

This time, it could be the heat. Or it could be the fact that I felt his need to have sex. It was wafting off him in waves.

“Wanna do it together? We've already seen it all anyway and that way I don't have to go to my room. It's even hotter in there,” Drake turns his head to look at me. “Nevermind, you're already hard. Whip it out.” 

“I'm not–”

Drake scoffs. “I know exactly what your dick looks like when it's hard.” He points to my shorts. “And you're hard. Are you down or what? You can go upstairs if you want.”

Then he slid his shorts off, revealing those muscular soccer player glutes and thighs. I couldn't see his dick at first because of how massive his hairy legs are, but once he held it in his fist, I almost gasped. 

The feeling I had of him needing release wasn’t uncalled for. All the blood in his body must be in his engorged cock right now.

“Yeah, I could use a cum too,” I say. I look around the room for where I can go.

“Join me here.” Drake sits properly on the couch, fully naked. He's already started jerking, and it doesn't bother him at all as I go and sit next to him. 

I pull my shorts down, and wonder if he's going to take a peek at my raging boner. I catch his eye confirming what he knew to be true, then he looks up at me. 

“It's not any less gay to keep your shirt on.” 

So I took it off. It is always nicer to be completely free when doing the deed. 

“I haven't nutted since Tuesday,” Drake says with a small sigh. He rubs his member lovingly. “I was trying to play aggressively like Coach said I should.” 

“Did it work?” 

“Fuck no,” he says. “How about you? When did you cum last?” 

“This morning,” I admit. My morning wood was too strong to resist. 

“That's pretty good wood for the second of the day. Let me see?” 

I hold my dick at the base so he can see the full hard length of it. He reaches over and squeezes the main part of the shaft. 

Fuck…

“Rock solid, dude,” Drake says with an approving tone. “I'm gonna lay down.” He releases my cock, and rotates his body. Because the couch is so small, him laying on the couch means his hairy legs are draped over my thighs. “You jerk off sitting up?” 

“No, I usually lay down too.”

“Well, make yourself at home. I might edge for a while,” he says in a relaxed manner. I take his advice and turn my body to the other side so I can lay my head on the other arm rest. Our legs intertwine in a different way, and if our assholes could talk, they'd probably say hi right now. 

We jerk off silently for a while, with no contact except our legs touching. My legs are not particularly smooth, but compared to him I looked like I’m shaved. The curly fur on him feels nice though against my skin. 

“What's the freakiest thing you've done?” Drake asks. I can feel the vibrations of him beating his meat coming through his legs. 

“Define freaky,” I say, spreading my precum on my shaft. 

“Ass stuff?” 

“Never fucked an ass,” I admit. “I want to.”

“It's not bad. Tight. You can't do any position with it like a pussy though.” The vibrations in his legs get stronger. 

“Who did you do in the ass?” I imagine Drake’s face as he entered into an impossibly tight hole. 

“Hey, I don't fuck and tell.” He chuckles. “No, it was Cindy. Didn't you fuck her last year? She didn't ask for ass stuff?” 

“She wanted me to…” I remember and then shut my mouth.

“Don't get shy on me.” Drake lifts his head and looks at me right between our legs. He shifts his eyesight lower to my hole and then back up. “What'd you'd do with her?” 

“I licked her asshole,” I say, heat rushing to my face. The look of surprise on Drake’s face just drove the sensation of heating up. He jerks his dick consistently as he opens his mouth. 

“Funny, cause she licked mine.” 

Fuck… my cock drools precum and I slather it on my skin. 

“She was really into it. Freaky little slut.” 

“Did you like it?” I ask. 

“I loved it, dude. It felt…well there's no feeling like it.” 

“What do you mean?” I ask. My heart rate speeds up. 

“You have to try it to find out. But it's good,” Drake says. “Fuck, alright I'm going to blow. You ready?” 

“Yeah,” I say, pushing myself to the edge with an increasing stroke. His legs vibrating against mine is a turn on, because I feel him approaching the orgasm like I am. 

He smiles at me and entices me to stroke faster by going jackhammer speed at his cock

“I'm going to cum,” I say as I feel him reach the point of no return. Letting go first, I cum freely onto my stomach. 

Drake untangles his legs from mine, and kneels in the middle of the couch. I focus on finishing my orgasm with some justice, enjoying the view of his hairy body moving.

Suddenly, he's towering over me, stroking his big dick on top of me. 

“Drake?” I ask, unable to stop stroking. 

“AhHHh!” Drake's face contorts, and he ropes cum onto me. “Holy shit!” 

His face changes into a smile once he sees how much cum is bursting out of him. The devilish smirk transforms back into a feeling of sexual pleasure as his seed spurts endlessly out of his shaft. 

“Fuck, dude!” He pushes on my right knee for support, but it just makes me spread my leg further open. He leans over me and milks his cock dry onto me. “Hahaha… sorry... I really wanted to try that.” 

“Yeah, you fucker,” I make a small jerky movement with my arms around his balls to scare him and Drake pulls back with more laughing. 

“You're like one of those modern art paintings.” He makes a splashing sound with his mouth. 

What he meant was that my abs and chest were covered in white juices. It was random, but intentional at the same time the way it was splattered on me. 

“Shower? No, nevermind. You need it. Let’s go,” Drake throws me his shorts and I attempt to soak up some of the mess on me. “Hurry up man, don’t complain if there’s no hot water by the time I’m done.”