Best Friends Bare All E10 | I scrubbed every part of my best friend's body in the shower (Patreon)

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I have to appreciate Drake’s laid back attitude. It made the whole thing seem a lot more natural. Hell, sometimes even after a normal hookup with a girl, I feel awkward trying to figure out what to offer her after or how to clean up gracefully.

With the permanent smile on his face, nothing seemed out of place. Even as his cum was dripping off my chest as I sat up, he just handed me a wad of paper towel and kept talking like he didn't blast me with his seed on purpose. 

“Yo, I feel so much better,” Drake says with a big sigh. “Hot weather makes me cum so much for some reason. Should've seen the socks under my bed my first summer whacking off.” He hands me another paper towel, but then takes it back to wipe my right shoulder. “Was that me or you?” 

“You, probably.” I don't have the greatest distance when I cum. 

“Cool. I'll grab us some towels. Meet you in the shower. You know where it is.”

It isn't the first time I've showered at Drake’s place. Like I've said, we're such long time friends that this is kind of my second home. I could probably make my way to the bathroom with my eyes closed. Up the stairs, first door to the right. 

“Jesus, these white buns, dude.” His hands grab my cheeks as I walk up the first couple steps. “More ass than that girl we fucked.” My cheeks burned and I didn't want him to see how red my face gets compared to the rest of my pale body, so I kept walking up.

In the bathroom, I got to leaning down to turn on the faucet before Drake came trotting in the bathroom. 

Smack!! 

“Hey!” The sting of his spank peaks and subsides, leaving behind a warm feeling. 

“Sorry. Conditioning. I see a fat ass and I slap.” 

Smack! 

“Going to have to start charging you for it,” I say as I turn to face my friend. 

“Charge me and teach me your leg workout,” Drake says. “And these abs.” He pats my abdomen. 

“You have them too. They’re just hidden,” I say, touching his hairy stomach. “And your pecs are nicer.” I travel up the path of his body hair until I cup his left pec. He makes it bounce in my hand and smiles at me. 

I didn't want to let go. The developed muscle is soft and malleable in my hand, until it turns into rock when he flexes. 

“The rents are gonna get on my ass for the water bill if we don't get in,” he says, mirroring my actions by touching my much smoother chest. 

We? 

I climb into the tub first, and Drake answers my unspoken question by following me in. I pass under the water first and make way for him. His dense and curly hair deflects the water in a way that mine wouldn't. 

“You're the one with gunk all over you,” Drake says and takes the handheld shower head to spray me. He zigzags the motion, running the spray over my torso. “Is it warm enough?” 

“Yeah,” I lie. It's actually too cold but… I don't know. I didn't want to complain. He switches the spray to himself, and then turns the temperature up a little. 

“You do me and I do you?” He grabs the bar of soap and turns around, passing it to me behind his back. 

“Ok,” I say as I take the bar from him. Lathering it up in my hand, I spread it on his surprisingly smooth back. For how hairy his front is, I wonder if he shaves or waxes it. 

“Don't forget the pits.” He lifts his arms, showing off the dense and wet hair.

Wow. The feeling of the curly texture in my hand is a lot different than when I shower myself. Naturally, after I massage the soap into his armpits, my hands move to his front side.

“Don't tell me you're horny again.” 

I stepped backwards, realizing he said that because my dick was touching his ass. 

Drake turns around halfway and looks at my cock. With the warm water, and having cummed just minutes ago, I was sporting just a semi. 

“That's not you totally soft, is it?” He reaches around and cups my balls to push my dick up. 

“No,” I feel the blood rush to my organ with the attention it's receiving. Drake turns around fully, and takes my dick with his other hand. Uncovering the head slowly, he uses the water running down his arm to rinse my crotch. Then, he takes the bar soap from me and lathers it in his hand. I take a deep breath as his soapy hand returns to my crotch. 

The strange feeling of becoming slowly hard while getting my foreskin cleaned by my best friend makes my breathing irregular. Behind his forearms, I see his dick waking up too. 

Do it. 

I reach down to touch his low hanging balls, surely exaggerated by the hot water running over his shoulders. 

“You ever get a boner while cleaning your asshole?” Drake says, spreading the soap to my blond pubes. 

“I'm not sure,” I say. 

“It doesn't feel good for you?” 

“I'm not sure,” I say honestly. I never really thought about it.

“I love it. I think I read that it's an erogenous zone for men too,” Drake says as he passes me the soap. I bubble it up in my hand and grab his dick, which twitches in my hand. It's alive, growing with my touch and attention. He takes the soap back from me and lathers up his hand again. “You do me and I do you?” he says again.

“Ok,” I slowly stroke his semi with the soap, trying to make it grow more than I’m attempting to clean it. Drake puts his hands on my ass cheeks and pulls me in closer. 

“Make sure the tip is clean, alright?” He says, his face an inch away from mine. The heat he gains from the water radiates off him. “You're cold.” 

“I'm okay,” I say into his lips. “Oh…that's…oh…different.” His fingers slip into my crack and find my hole. 

“You're lucky you don't have any much hair here,” Drake says as he spreads the soap around my hole. “Do me too.” I release his cock and tentatively move to his cheeks.

Our bodies get closer, and our half hard-ons meet as he digs into my ring. It does feel good. It's a feeling I've had a million times but I never really paid close attention to it. And I've never spent so much time doing it. 

“Don't be shy,” he says with his signature smile. With that encouragement, I slide my slippery fingers into his crack. “Don't be afraid of the jungle.” His ass has just as much hair as his chest. 

The intensity of the moment picks up as I touch his ring for the first time. His cock flexes against mine, and mine returns the favour. His eyes close and I circle his ring with my finger just like he does to mine. 

“I really appreciate you, Jake. My man since day 1,” Drake says with his eyes closed. His hands leave my crack and spread my cheeks instead. It almost feels like he's working off muscle memory. 

“I appreciate you too.” I look at the small movements in his face as I rub his hole. 

“I can't see myself doing this with any other friend,” he says. 

“Me neither,” I whisper into his lips. He grabs at my ass almost animalistically. We're getting more erect as we play, our tips pointing to each other. “Thanks for showing me things.” 

“My pleasure.” Drake opens his eyes and pushes his forehead onto mine. “Hey, Jake?”

“Yeah.” I stop cleaning his ass but keep my hands on his firm glutes. 

“There's something I've been wanting to try for a while. It's a little weird.” He briefly adjusts our cocks so we can hug completely before he puts his hand back on my ass. 

“Yeah? What is it?” The water splashes on my face and I close my eyes. 

“Do you want to come with me?” he answers with another question. “We can do it together. It’ll be better if you're there.” 

“Yeah, of course, man”

His dick flexes against me again.

I don't know what I signed up for, but I trust Drake. 

I always have.