Best Friends Bare All E13 | He said no to kissing, but yes to everything else (Patreon)

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As it turns out, jerking off with your buddy doesn't change your friendship much. Sucking their dick isn't a dealbreaker either. I'd say getting rimmed together at a gloryhole even made us closer.

But kissing made everything different. Or maybe it was the fingering I gave him. Or maybe both.

Drake was avoiding eye contact with me at soccer practice. From our teammates’ POV, probably nothing felt out of place. After all, we’re there kicking a ball around and not having a staring contest.

But, I noticed. I noticed how our eyes would meet for a second before he pulled away. It was always him that pulled away, because I wanted to tell him something.

It's only weird if we make it weird, dude. 

It doesn't have to be anything that it's not. 

We were having a party and it just happened. It's not a big deal. 

After practice, everyone changed in the locker room and I felt so distant from him despite us being shoulder to shoulder. 

Still, we walked home together. We have done this since we made the team together and today wasn't an exception. It was just a lot more quiet. All the words I wanted to say to him were gone now that I had a chance to say them. 

It was our routine to hang out at his place after practice. Most of the time, we played some foosball. Sometimes, we watched a movie. The muscle memory kicked in and I followed him home, even though I wasn't sure if I was welcomed. 

“You want anything? I think we have some Gatorade in the fridge,” Drake says his first sentence to me all day. Still no eye contact though. 

“No, I'm okay,” I say, following him to the living room. “Should we play foosball?"

“I'm not really in the mood.” 

Well, that's a start. It went back to silence as we sat on the couch and he scrolled through his phone. But, it was a start. 

“Did I hurt you?” I ask. Drake lets out a big sigh and puts his phone down. “Sorry.” 

“It's fine,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I'm just tired. No, it didn't hurt. Well, a little.” 

I'm not surprised given how rough I was going near the end. It felt natural though, and he seemed to like it. 

“Sorry about that. Tell me next time,” I say. 

“Next time? I don't know about that.” Drake shoots me a serious look before covering his eyes again. 

“Oh, ok.” 

But we had fun. 

I guess my dejection made him feel guilty. He has a knack for knowing when I'm upset, and he's usually the one to cheer me up. He sat up and turned towards me. 

“Okay, my bad, dude. I didn't mean it like that. Obviously, I liked it too. I just mean… kissing is kind of weird, isn't it?” he says, and I catch a glimpse of my best friend coming back. 

“I mean…” I look at his plump red lips and remember how we attacked each other with our mouths. “I guess friends don't usually do that.” 

“Yeah,” Drake says. “I think we got a little too brave after some liquid courage.” 

“We don't have to do that again if it's weird,” I say. “But, I had fun.” 

“Oh yeah, it was hella fun. Man, that was a crazy orgasm.” His eyes light up. “Did you swallow it all?” 

“Yeah.” The serious conversation turning sexual is throwing me for a roller coaster. A minute before, I was nervous about our friendship. Now, I'm rock hard. The coordination of pulsing from his hole around my finger and his cock in my mouth was unreal. 

“Alright, let's hug it out.” Drake stands up and I join him. We hug, and he pats me on the back. “I don't mean to snub you, Jake. I was just feeling… feeling…”

“It's alright. I know what you mean.” Every cell in my body breathes a sigh of relief knowing that he's still my best buddy. 

“It's hard to describe.” 

“I know.” I inhale his freshly applied deodorant.

“We're just guys fucking around, right?” His hand linger on my spine. 

I feel it. I feel his boner pushing up against mine. I know he can feel mine too. 

“If it means anything, I really like it,” I say. 

“I do too.” He moves slightly and his hard on rubs accidentally against mine. My arms tighten around him and I take the risk of rubbing my crotch against his. 

“No kissing. Alright? That's our limit.” Drake reaches down and grabs my butt. He's said before that he prefers ass to tits, and now it's really obvious.

“Sure,” I say, excited now that I know where this is going. I rub his back, gently swiping my bulge against his. 

We need this. 

We need to make up.

“Did you get off afterwards?” Drake squeezes my butt again and then goes to grope my hard on. 

“Yeah, when I got home.” I return the favour. He feels extremely erect. 

“Did you think about me?” he asks. I gasp as his large hand goes down my waistband and grips my shaft. 

“Yeah,” I say honestly. I take a step further and pull down his shorts. I know he's not wearing underwear because I was watching him change in the locker room. 

“What were you thinking of?” He pulls my briefs off with my shorts. Holding my balls with one hand and my leaky cock with another, we look at each other face to face. 

“Fingering you,” I say and my cock pulses in his hand. I mirror how he's caressing me on his cock, and his lips spread. 

I want to kiss him again. 

“Did you bust a big one?” he says, breathing from his mouth. 

“Yeah,” I say and close my eyes as I produce enough liquid for it to feel like lube. 

We said no kissing. His deep chocolate eyes gaze back at mine as we touch each other sensually. 

“Okay,” Drake says. “Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't getting my rocks off to this.” He looks down at this big hard tool. “Wanna jerk each other off?” 

“We're already doing it,” I say with a chuckle. I get more confident with his permission and massage his balls. 

“Just… we’ll leave kissing for the girls,” he says. He motions for me to sit back down on the couch, then he turns around to sit in between my legs. “No risk like this.” 

“Okay.” My hard cock rests on his tail bone. I reach around and hold his shaft with both hands. 

“Oh shit, man.” Drake leans down to spit on his cock and I incorporate it into stroking him. “God damn, why are girls so ass at stroking dick.” 

“They don't have one, I guess.” I twist my hands in different directions, listening to his breathing for clues. His legs spreading pushes my thighs further apart. 

“Can you pump it?” 

I switch my stroke to fit what he's asking for, and Drake sighs loudly. 

“Is that good?” I look over his muscular shoulder. 

“Oh yeah…I'm going to do you after like this. You'll see. Oh shit, yeah this is a good speed.” He leans back on me, and his dense curly hair tickles my ear. 

I'm supposed to resist kissing him like this? 

“Get those jewels too.” 

I move my left hand down to feel his low hanging nuts and a low growl comes out of Drake’s chest. He moves his legs up onto mine so I can have more access. 

He's heavy, but I'm a soccer player too and my legs are just as strong as his, if not more. 

“Oh shit man, a little faster? I want to edge a little.” Drake’s previous blocked off self completely dissolves with his need to get off. I feel connected with him again, his hot organ throbbing in my hands. 

Of course, buddy. Of course, I’ll edge you.

I play with his balls and he lifts himself off my legs, until he's squatting and leaning back on me for support. It lets me grab his balls fully, pulling them away from him for extra stimulation. 

“Fuck…” I moan as my hard cock grazes his hairy crack. 

“Is that your cock, dude? It feels as hard as a finger.” 

It was him doing it. It was him swiping my wet tip on his furry crack. 

“Oh now I'm edging,” Drake groans, thrusting into my firm fist, all the while using my dick like a toy to tease his hole. 

“OhHhH…” we moan together as I accidentally go into him a little. 

“Do you want to?” I ask him, dying from the anticipation.

“Do you?” Drake asks me back. I feel like my tip is in him like a foot testing the pool water to check the temperature.

Burning hot. 

“Yeah, I want to,” I say. The intense heat spreads on my shaft. 

“Me too.”

He's descending on my shaft so slowly it was barely perceptible, yet I feel my shaft get moved like a button on the game controller as he rides into it. 

“Oh, I'm getting close,” Drake says. He drops suddenly down on my cock, taking in about half my shaft before lifting himself up

Down. Taking in just a bit more of me.

Up

Down

Up

“Oh shit…” 

Hot lava rolls over my fist. His seed covers my knuckles.

Down

Up

“OhhHh…” I make out before I begin to release my cum into him.

Down

Up

His hole gets a lot wetter and a lot more slippery as I cum just inside his entrance. Drake gets off me just as my orgasm truly takes off, and turns around to face me. 

The cum flows out of me at an agonizing slow flow. 

“Oh!” I lurch forward as he grips my cock and strokes it. “Oh!” A big jet flies up and causes Drake to move his head back. 

“Shit!” 

“Ah!” I hold his wrist so he knows where to stroke my shaft as I release the rest of my load. He gets what I want and I am able to relax for the end of it. 

I was in heaven. A blanket of calm and happiness washed over me as I leaned back on the couch. 

We did it.

“Fuck,” I hear Drake mutter. I open my eyes and the look on his face cuts my endorphin fuel euphoria short. 

Fuck. I watch him reach back and touch his ass. Coming up with a little bit of my white goo, I see the look of panic spread on his usual smile-carved face. 

“You have to go,” he says suddenly. “Fuck. Go, before anyone else comes home.” Drake runs to the kitchen.