Best Friends Bare All E12 | Did my best friend kiss me or did I kiss him? (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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We’re still best friends. The same best friends we've always been. 

It's just that now we've done some stuff together. It's not so different, because as soccer teammates, we’ve shared blood, sweat and tears. And now, we’ve split cum together. 

I've seen what his hairy asshole looks like. He says mine is surprisingly smooth.

He shared his rimming fantasy with me, and we went to fulfill it together. That's what best friends do right? They support each other in reaching any goal, even if the goal is getting their asshole licked by a stranger behind a curtain. 

If anything, it's made me feel more close to Drake. We’re living the same life as we were before, but now I feel like I know him better. I notice the way his body language changes when he's talking to people. I notice when his eyes are bright or when he's getting tired. 

Like at this party he's hosting at his house, I can read his inner monologue. The excitement that so many of our friends showed up. The worry that his family was gonna come back to a mess. The look he gives a hot girl as she walks by. 

Through the shifting crowd, our eyes keep locking. Drake always catches me with a sly wink or a small lift of his can, a quiet cheers just for us.

The party lasted too long, as they all do. By 1 am, more people trickled out than newcomers came in, and more empty plastic cups were being knocked over than getting filled. I'd say that within a half hour from that, only a few people were left. Drake was slow dancing with the girl he eyed all night, and I was slowly helping collect garbage. 

“Alright, off to bed with this sweet ass.” He grabs fistfuls of her thick ass and slaps it. 

“Come with me,” she says, kissing his neck. 

Turned on. That's what I can read on my best friend's face right now. The look when he’s ready to eat her out and leave slime over his stubbled chin. 

“Nah, you go. Another day, when you're not gonna fall asleep on me,” Drake says. With a voice so low that I'm sure nobody else heard, he adds, “I want to remember how many orgasms I’m going to give you.” She gropes his crotch and giggles. 

I know what she's feeling right now. It really is big and thick. The perfect cock.

She leaves with her friend, and that leaves the two of us in the quiet and messy party aftermath. 

“Well, shit. That was a success.” Drake picks up a cup and drinks the remainder of it. 

“Success in getting your ass whopped in the future,” I say as I pick up some stranger’s sunglasses. “How are we gonna clean this all up?” 

“Aw, you said ‘we’,” he says with a burp. “This is my mess.”

“Like I'm not going to help you.” I'm actually fairly positive that there's no way one person can clean all this by themselves. Everywhere I look, there's more plastic cups.

Drake tosses his cup towards the garbage with remarkable precision. It would have gone in if it wasn't already an overflowing mountain. Instead, it rolls down the side and bounces off eventually. He shrugs at it and comes toward me with open arms. 

He smells like what he's been drinking, with a hint of the girl’s perfume. But underneath that superficial layer, he still smells like himself. Himself, but with a deep heat behind it. 

“Did you have a good time, Jake?” he says as he hugs me. “Feel like I didn't talk to you all night.” 

“It's cause you were busy trying to get your dick wet,” I say, letting my face press into his dense and curly hair. His back vibrates against my hand as he laughs. 

“Yeah, mission failed too.” 

“Looked like she was ready to give it up at the end there.” The way his chest is pushed against mine makes it obvious to me how developed his pec muscles are. 

“Oh 100%. But, I'm a gentleman. Plus, what's the point of putting on the show if she's not going to remember it tomorrow?” Drake affectionately rubs the back of my head. “Did you see someone you like?”

“Not really.” I mirror him and touch the back of his head. The tight curls on his head are a very different texture than my blond hair. 

“Just excited to see me then, I guess.” 

Fuck. He can feel my boner. Thinking about it, there's no way he wouldn't with how closely we're hugging. 

“Don't worry, me too.” He pushes his groin onto me for me to feel. “You've got just as nice of an ass as her.” One hand squeezes my left asscheck while the other rubs just where my neck meets my hair. 

It's the same feeling I've felt with Drake these last few weeks. An uncontrollable horny desire for more. A burning energy building up inside me that screams for me to come out of my shell. 

“Did you have fun tonight, Jake?”

I pull my head back just enough to see his face. He smiles at me, eyes twinkling. His thumb rubs my neck as I fall into his chocolate coloured eyes. 

I felt it. It was the right moment. It was the right vibe. 

I close my eyes and lean in. His lips meet mine, transferring the taste of his drink to me. A small exhale from him excites me, and I suck on his plump lips as he kisses me back. 

His hand around my neck pulls me in closer, and I run my fingers in his curly hair, locking us into a tight make out position. His hips hump towards me and I naturally return the gesture, pushing our bulges together. 

The next parts happened in a sort of choreography. I was wearing a polo shirt, so he unbuttoned it for me. I pulled his t-shirt off a second later, and before long our bare chests were pushed up against each other. 

His lips are so thick. 

“Jake?” he exhales into my mouth. 

“Yeah?” He takes control of the kissing in the millisecond I take to reply. 

“I really need something tonight.” His hairy chest feels like they're activating a million neurons on my smoother pecs. 

“Me too. Oh…” Drake bites on my bottom lip. 

He unbuttons my pants, and I do the same to him. We pull them off each other, awkwardly trying to keep kissing while getting our jeans past our knees. 

“Free at last,” Drake says with a small chuckle. He slips his hands under my boxers’ waistband to grab my ass. “Damn.” He pulls them down too and then grabs my cock. “Dude. You're always so wet.” His fingers spread the precum over my head. 

“Oh..” I look down at how his hand is gripping me. Excited to return the favour, I pull his boxers down and hold his meaty hairy snake with both hands.

He's so fucking big. 

“How do you want to get off?” Drake asks as we stroke each other slowly. The way he has abundant foreskin is extremely fun to play with. 

The answer came to me as clear as day as soon as he asked the question. 

“I want to suck it.” I pull the skin down to see the engorged tip. I get down on my knees, and look his reddish mushroom head in the eye. 

“I'll do you later. Holy SHIT!!! JAKE!!!”

I don't know what came over me. His dick suddenly became exactly what I needed in my mouth. I wanted to make it happy. I wanted to make him happen. It gave me dick-sucking skills that I didn't know I had. 

“Shit!!! Oh shit!!!” Drake moans and it drives me to suck him with more ferocity. “Damn!” He grabs a fistful of my hair but doesn't limit my movement. Saliva spills out of my mouth and down my chin. 

His dick feels perfect in my mouth.

“Fuck, dude!!!” Drake holds my head in place as he attempts a couple slow thrusts in my willing mouth. “You're fucking hungry tonight.” I break out of his grip to deepthroat him. 

I wanted his dick at the back of my throat. I wanted to feel his hard tool push against the part of my mouth that usually makes me gag. 

“Wait, let me sit down for this masterpiece.” He slides out of me and sits down on a kitchen stool. I shuffle over on my knees and engulf him back down. “Oh shit!” I feel him lean back on the kitchen island and I go to town on his big wood. “Jake, do you want to… fuck…”

Play with his ass. That's what he wants. He loves getting his hairy ass played with. 

Of course I'll play with it. That's what best friends do.

“Oh…fuck…oh….fuckk…” His moans increase significantly as I touch the dense hair in his crack. I have drooled so much that the wetness has dribbled down his balls and made its way to his hole. He lifts his legs so I can have more access. 

It's so wet. 

So wet and tight. 

“Oh my god.. dude! This is fucking stellar,” Drake moans. His ring relaxes against my probing fingers. 

I stop sucking him for a second to look up at him. Lacking the stimulation, he looks down at me destabilized.

My best friend is butt naked, legs spread for me. His cock is resting on my chin. 

“You can,” he says simply as my fingers make the proposal. 

With a big inhale from him, my fingers dip into him. His inner temperature scald my skin as I penetrate his hairy hole. 

“Oh… oh what the fuck… oh…” Drake’s face contorts. His hole pulses around my fingers. I finger him like I would a girl. “I need you to suck it. Jake, I need you to suck it.” He grabs the base of his rod and points it towards my mouth. 

Of course. 

“Oh!! Oh my GOD!!!” His hole tightens around my finger as I suck him. “Holy fuck!” 

He's close! 

“Oh my god! Keep going… Holy shit! Keep going!”

I couldn't separate my two movements, so my head twists at the same rate that my fingers twist as they go in and out of him. 

“Oh my god, here it comes. Here it comes, Jake!” Drake grips my hair again, letting me drain it out of him. “ShiiiiiTT!”

His hole clamps down hard once on my fingers, then it palpitates around my knuckle. At the same time, the taste of his sperm enters my mouth. I pull off in curiosity to see his face, and his cock spurts onto my right cheek. 

“OHHHhhH!” Drake lets out a weak whine. His grip tightens around my hair and he points his cock toward my mouth again as it shoots cum onto my tongue. With a determined force, he pushes his dick back into my throat.

“MMMMmmmM!” It's the closest I've come to gagging all night. His coarse pubes rub against the bridge of my nose. 

“Oh god…AH!” An aftershock of his orgasm makes his hole close around my finger and I feel it make his cock contract, creating a loop of sensations for him. “Oh god, fuck… fuck… oh.” 

I stayed with my face pushed against his groin until he released the grip on my head.

His climax was my climax too. I softened as I drank his milk. 

“What the fuck,” Drake says breathlessly. “Dude…” he whimpers as I give his soft cock a last suck. 

He's spent. I can tell on his face. 

“Oh shit…” He winces as I pull my fingers out of him. Then his face relaxes and I see the first hint of doubt on his face. “I'm going to… you're going to be okay getting home?” 

“Yeah,” I say, standing him to meet him eye to eye. He looks down at my drippy soft cock. 

“Okay. Later, man.” Drake hops off the stool. “I'm going to …” He points at the stairs. 

The look of panic was clear in his eyes. It was clear, because it was a look that I haven't seen him have yet.