Best Friends Bare All E11.5 | He needed his ass eaten twice (Patreon)

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Continued directly after the last story

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“Should we head out?” I asked

The taste of Drake is all over my lips and I feel like I need some water to rinse down his thick load. I can taste it coming back up even as I say just a few words. 

“Yeah, we can,” Drake replies. He stands there with his hands on his hips, and he looks back at the curtain where the mysterious mouth ate our asses. “You don’t want to cum before we go?”

“I’m alright.” My soft dick confirms it. It felt dirty and exciting and…well, dirty to have my ass licked while sucking my best friend’s dick, but his finishing kind of took me out of the mood real quick. 

“Alright,” he says and looks at the curtain again. For all the years I’ve known him, the message that he’s not saying with his words is pretty clear. 

He doesn’t want to go yet. He’s not done.

“Do you want to stay?” I ask. He’s soft too, the meat between his legs hidden mostly by his impressive bush. 

“I don’t want to have to come back tomorrow, you know,” Drake says and stretches his flaccid cock with his thumb and index finger. “I didn’t quite get my fix.”

“No one’s coming after you guys,” the voice behind the curtain chimes in. I still can’t tell if it’s a chick or a dude. The intonation is feminine, but something doesn’t quite sound right. 

“Round 2?” Drake shrugs at me. 

I shrug back. “I’m in no rush, but I don’t know if I’m going to get off.” 

“I’ll be fast.” Drake nods at me and takes off his shirt. “You ready for more of this hairy ass, you little slut?” He takes his position back in front of the curtain, bends over, and leans on the little table we placed.

Did my eyes roll back like that too when a tongue touched my asshole?

“Oh yeah…” Drake smiles with his eyes closed. “Get deep in there, you little slut. Spread them and eat them.” 

His biceps and triceps are huge flexed like this. His traps are looking enormous too.

“You sure you don’t want to get off?” 

I look down to see my cock swelling up again. Watching my best friend take pleasure in something taboo for straight guys is riling me up again.

“Did you like it too?” Drake groans. “Shit, babe! You’re eating it like you’re starving.” The voice behind the curtain giggles, and I hear them get excited to do more. “Fuck yes!” he moans. Pushing on the table with only one hand, his right arm muscles bulge as he goes to masturbate himself.

Did I like getting eaten out? 

It felt…exciting. 

It felt…nasty.

“Take a seat, dude. I might be like 5 minutes,” Drake says, putting his head down as he jerks off. 

I look around the room and find a wooden chair that looks easy to move around. I go and grab that and hesitate in sitting down with my bare ass. 

“Oh shit, man!!!” Drake looks up, mouth in a snarl. He realizes that I’m looking at him and smiles at me before sticking out his tongue. “This is a king’s rimjob. Sit down, Jake.”

I sit down directly in front of him, and Drake wraps his fingers around my cock. 

“You need to nut. This isn’t healthy” He strokes me and I leak onto his fist. “You want to get rimmed again to finish?”

“No,” I breathe out heavily. Actually, the way he’s pumping me is moving me up fast. 

“You got a great cock, dude. Long and lean like the rest of you.” 

“Oh…” The compliment makes me leak more. “You too. Really thick.”

“Oh shit…” Drake switches hands to balance himself and I get his right hand on my dick. His regular jerk off hand. The new sensation escalates the pleasure quickly. I pull back instinctively. “You about to nut?”

“Yeah, I’m close.” 

“Then come back here,” he says and reaches out further to grab my dick.

“That’s going to make me bust,” I warn him as he takes up the pumping again. He kicks it up a notch with a slight twist to his wrist.

“I want you to cum, Jake. It can’t just be all about me,” Drake looks up at me and our eyes connect. 

“Fuck!” I let go, and spurt over his head and onto his tanned back. 

“Oh shit, dude!” he says with a laugh as he watches another shot soar above his head. Then, he ducks his head as I continue to bust, most of my cum landing on his dense and curly hair. Still, he jerks me off to completion, making me stand on my tiptoes and my spine a backwards C as I lead with my cock. 

“OhHh…oHhhh…oh…”

“Done? I gotta nut.” Drake looks up at me again, a glob of my cum hanging off the left side of his hair. 

“Yeah,” I sigh breathlessly. Drake gets up and turns around quickly.

“Suck it out of me, baby. Oh yeah… oh yeah…”

He takes a wide stance with his legs and hangs on to the top of the door frame as he verbally encourages the hidden cocksucker. 

“Just like that… that's it… oh yeah you're going to get it… oh you're getting to get it…” 

His ass hair is matted down with spit, making it even darker than usual. His fingers curl over the little edge of the door, and he throws his head back. 

“It’s coming, baby. Keep going. Oh yeah! Oh yeah! OH YEAHH! AhHHHHhHHHHH! AhhhHhh!!! AhHhhh!! Fuck yeah, you little slut! Suck it out of me!”

The back muscles on Drake relax, and it almost feels like his body sighs except for his fingers that grip on tightly to the doorframe.  

“That's good stuff,” he says and lets go. He pulls out, dick basically dripping with spit. “Woo!” he shouts and shakes his head with his lips fluttering. 

“Hey man, you have...” my cum in your hair. His dense hair doesn't get wet easily, and the white stuff I webbed on him basically stayed unmoved. 

“Thanks for coming with me, Jake.” He reaches out for a fist bump, then changes his mind. We hug, and I feel his chest hair through my shirt. “Damn, I feel on top of the world right now.” 

“Come back anytime,” the voice behind the curtain says. “You too, white cheeks.” Drake chuckles at those words. 

“You heard that, white cheeks?” He grips my ass with two firm hands, making me jump. “These are fucking nice.” Drake slaps them one after another in rapid succession at least 6 times

“Thanks, I guess?” I bend over to grab my shorts and get spanked again. 

“They turn nice and red too.” 

Then, I felt him spread my cheeks widely, as if he was taking a deep look. 

“Ohhh,” I whimper as he blows air on my hole.

“Pretty hole too,” Drake whispers. “You shave this?” 

“No,” I say, my hand holding my shorts but I'm still bent over like I'm being inspected. 

“Hm…” Another soft jet of air makes me pucker my ring. “Some people just have it lucky, don't they? Alright, dude.”

Smack! 

“Let's go get some hotdogs or something, I'm starving,” Drake says.