Best Friends Bare All E14 | My straight best friend admits that he needs cock in his ass. (Patreon)

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The post-cum clarity that hit Drake was infectious in the worst way. After he told me to leave, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I felt embarrassed that we even went and did it again. 

It was already awkward after kissing and fingering him. In what universe were our brains in when we thought it would be a good idea for me to fuck him? 

But he wanted it. He's the one that rode my cock into him. 

So why is he being an asshole? 

He's just in shock. You know Drake. He's impulsive.

God, what a fucking mess. 

“Yo, let's talk about it. You can call me.” I texted him from my bed. I stared at the “delivered” message, mentally willing it to turn into “read.” 

It never did. 

Then, he didn't show up to practice the next morning. Coach said he got an email saying that Drake called out sick. 

Or in other words, avoiding me. 

Needless to say, practice was a waste of time. Between my foul mood and distracting thoughts, I was as useful as a scarecrow while practicing defense. It was a tortuous couple of hours, and I skipped the showers to jog to Drake’s place.

This isn't fair. It was your idea. Don't take it out of me. Those were the thoughts ringing in my head. At the same time, my other side believed in our friendship. I just need to see him to talk it out.

I rang the doorbell first, but I wasn't surprised when he didn't answer. I trotted over to the side of the house where his room is, and knocked on the window. 

“Drake!” I call out as I knock again. At the same time, I pull out my phone to call him. He lets it ring at least 10 times before he picks it up. 

“Alright, come in before you break the window.” 

I roll my eyes and hang up. Getting back to the front of the house, I see the door ajar. I go in and take off my shoes, scanning the space for Drake. 

He comes out from his room and closes the door behind him. He doesn't look sick at all, although his trademark smile isn't there. 

“You stink, man. Did you come here to hotbox me?” Drake stands behind the kitchen counter to talk to me. I sniff my left armpit and am met with an odor that stings my nostrils. Maybe I should have rinsed off before coming for this confrontation. 

Confrontation. Fuck. 

“Alright, I'm going back to bed,” he says. “I'm sick.” 

I hold my hands out in disbelief as he walks past me and goes back into his room. 

Why am I the bad guy here? 

The annoyance billowing up inside me makes me follow him and I open the door as soon as he closes it. 

“Jake, what the fuck? Go back to campus.” He waves his hand dismissively at me. 

“You're the one that wanted me to fuck you,” I say loudly. The silence that follows my statement is deafening. Drake pauses for a second, back turned towards me. “I didn't make you do anything.” 

More silence. Unfortunately, the anger inside me didn't let me stop there. 

“So don't act like some victim, when you're the one using me.”

Shit.

“What did you say to me?” Drake turns around, glaring at me. “I'm not a victim.”

“Then stop acting like one,” I say, matching his aggressive energy. 

“Get out of my house.” He steps forward, pushing his chest against mine. 

“Drake, come on.” I push my forehead against his. “Let's talk it out.” I feel the heat from our skin touching transfer between us. “I don't want to fight you.” 

“Then don't come into my house acting like you own me.” He pushes back with his head, but not with the intention that I’m doing it. 

“I didn't say that!” 

“Just cause you… you … me… doesn't mean you can talk down to me!” Drake pushes me and I stumble backwards. This is the first time someone's been aggressive like this to me outside of the soccer field. 

“Yeah, I fucked you. I FUCKED you. And you liked it!” I shout. 

“Shut up! I'm not gay!” Drake shouts back at me. “You are! You're the one hard for me all the time. Just fucking go bang a chick already and stop drooling over me!”

I learned about fight or flight in classes. And now I know which one I am. Apparently, I'm a fighter. 

Next thing I know, we're wrestling each other. We're fairly evenly matched and neither of us are able to bring the other down. The way he was pushing back at my arms, I knew if I let go one second, he would be on top of me.

But I had luck on my side. He had his back turned to the bed, and with a strong push, I was about to knock him over onto it and pin him down. 

“MMMMmm!” Drake grunts as he tries to free his wrists. I hold him down with all my force. 

I breathe heavily as I realize what I'm doing. 

I'm fighting my best friend. 

I let go of him and stand up, trying to catch my breath from the altercation. 

“Jesus,” Drake mutters as he rubs his wrist. “What's wrong with you, man?” 

That's when the animal side of me took over. It was a mix of the frustration of a bad morning practice and the adrenaline of being able to pin a big athlete down. I tore off my shirt and threw it on his bed. 

“I know you want it,” I growl as I grab Drake's hand.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he says, without pulling his hand away. 

“I'm talking about this.” I shove his hand down my shorts and make him feel my massive hard-on. Drake’s eyes widen as he feels how erect I am. “I know you want this.” 

His hand closes around my shaft and strokes, although he's unwilling to say it. 

But he's going to say it. 

“I felt you cum around my dick, Drake. Just admit it.” I let my shorts drop down to my knees. “Admit it, and I'll let you have it again.” 

Drake narrows his eyes at me and then looks down at my boner. He sits up, not breaking the connection between his hand and my junk, and looks up at me again. 

“Admit it,” I say softly down at him, and then brush his hair gently. 

“I'm not gay,” he whispers.

“You like my dick.”

“I do,” he says.

“You want me to fuck you.” 

“I do,” Drake whispers, then looks straight at my drooling cock. He wants permission to do the next part. 

“Then suck it.” 

I look forward to his windows with the blinds down as he swallows my swollen cock. My hand finds a handful of his curly hair to grasp, and I fuck his face lightly as he sucks me off. 

He doesn't last long. After a couple gags, I let him off the hook. I'm hard enough that I don't need the warm up. Drake turns around and leans on his palms on the mattress, I slide his shorts down and spread his cheeks. 

Hairy. So fucking hairy. I spit on it with force and then use my cock to spread it to his hole. 

“Oh!” Drake is so ready for me that I basically slide my tip in immediately. 

“Hold your ass open. Show me you want it.” The dirty words I never use with girls come out of me like water from a faucet. 

Drake plops on the bed face first and uses both hands and spreads his cheeks, revealing his furry hole with my dick tip inside.

“That's it…that's it… oh fucking hell you tight motherfucker…” I push into him and feel his elastic ring hug my cock. “Tell me you want it.”

“OhHhHH…” he moans into the bedsheets. 

“Tell me!” I stop.

“I want it!” Drake finally submits and I push the rest of my cock inside him. “OhHHh!” 

There's nothing gentle in my head. 

I 

Want

To

Fuck

Him.

I want to show him that he wants this!!! 

Thwack!

Thwack!!

Thwack!!

Thwack!!! 

The long hair on his ass draws lines of my dick as I pump in and out of him. 

Thwack!! 

Thwack!!! 

Thwack!!! 

“Oh my god!” Drake stops spreading his cheeks for me to grab onto the bed sheets. “Jake…” 

Thwack!! 

Thwack!!! 

His fist tightens on the sheets, pulling them into a bunch. 

Thwack!!! 

Thwack!! 

Thwack!!! 

Thwack!!! 

The harder I fuck him, the more satisfaction I felt. I wanted him to feel this. I know he wanted this! I know he wants to get fucked like a dirty slut! His hole has been begging for this ever since we started fooling around! 

“Ohh…oh my god… ohHhHh…” Drake lets out a satisfying moan. “Oh god yes…” His fist relaxes as I scratch the itch inside him. 

Thwack!!! 

Thwack!! 

Thwack!!! 

Thwack!! 

Thwack!!! 

Thwack!! 

I like the way he grits his teeth when I fuck him hard, so I do that. 

“Ah fuck! Fuck!!” The way he's grunting is pure fuel for my hips to keep going. “Are you going to cum in me?” 

I pull out completely and he looks back at me. His hole is swollen, winking at me. I pull his legs so he flips over.

“Hold your legs apart,” I command him and Drake holds the soles of his feet. 

“OhHH!” I penetrate him again deeply. 

“You want me to cum inside you?” 

“Oh fuck!” Drake's head slams against the mattress as I drill his hole for whatever tightness is left. 

“Hey! You want me to cum inside you?” I grab his chin.

“Yeah! Cum inside me! Oh fuck, cum inside me!” 

I speed my thrusts up to maximum, keeping myself as deep inside him as possible while I pump myself to the big finish. 

“I'm going to cum in your ass,” I growl, hanging on to his stubbly chin. 

“Yeah! Do it, Jake!” He reaches down and touches my abs. 

“OHHHHHHH!” I thrust into him deep and inject him with my seed. He folds in half as I push my cum deep inside him. It makes me fall forward onto him and push my forehead against him. “OHhHhH!” 

“Oh my god, I can feel it…” Drake says with amazement. 

“Shut up,” I say, then I give into my urge to kiss him. His hard on pushes into my abs and I reach down to stroke him. His lips that kiss me back stop abruptly. 

“Oh…” Drake whimpers. “Oh shit! Oh god!” The way his loosened hole tries to close around my dick is so fucking hot. I feel hot liquid shoot on my stomach and I suck on his bottom lip while I gently fuck him through his orgasm. “Oh…oh…” 

This is the weakest I've ever seen Drake. The big man who's usually the first through the door for a party is a whimpering mess underneath me. 

“Ah!” Drake holds two fists in the air. I see the aftershocks ripple through his body and I hold his chin again so he'll look at me. 

“Don't make this weird.” 

“Okay,” Drake says with a tremble, another small wave of orgasmic aftershock making him clench around my cock. 

There's something new in his eyes and the way he's looking at me.