Best Friends Bare All E15 | Being dominant over my straight best friend feels so natural (Patreon)

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Ok y'all wanted it. Don't dissapoint me : leave a like and a comment!Recap: Best friends Drake and Jake have been on an odd journey. At first, Drake is free spirited lover who is extremely comfortable with his body. So comfortable... that he lets it known to his best friend that he likes ass play. One thing leads to another and Jake slips it in during a horny moment. Now that made everything different. Really different. Usual light-hearted Drake feels really weird about it, and their dynamic is changing.

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Nobody teaches you this shit. No porno really shows what happens after the cumshot. 

No one teaches you what happens after you fuck your best friend of forever with every fiber of your body. 

No one tells you what to do about the look on his face when you pull your cock out of him. 

Does it hurt? 

No one tells you how to get the image of his hairy rosebud puckering out of your head. 

I told Drake to not make it weird anymore. We're just…two friends who fuck. Or more precisely, I fuck him. Even though maybe it should've been reversed based on our friendship dynamic? I don't know. I didn't go to “gay” school and I don't have anyone to ask. 

It feels strange. And it makes sense too. I mean, it's the way that it happened. It’s not like we sat in front of a drawing board determining what each other were going to be doing.

I told him not to make it weird while he still has his soles in his hands. He was covered in his cum, and filled with mine. Now I’m wondering, how can we not make it weird?

If you couldn't tell, the confidence left my body after I nutted in him. All that… anger and frustration I felt about him questioning our friendship melted away when I … I fucked the hell out of him. I played it cool until I left, but I thought a lot about Drake that night. 

Yeah, this is fucked forever now. 

Best friends don't do this. 

It can never go back to normal. 

I was tired as fuck when I got ready to go to morning practice. There was an apprehension in my movements. I want to talk to my best buddy again, of course, but I don't want all those other guys there. 

Are we just going to pretend like nothing is up when the team is around? 

Because I was tired, I was running late. I got there as the boys finished changing, and Drake was caught up in a conversation. Still, we shared a gaze as I walked in and even that told me a lot. 

Yeah, it’s fucking weird. 

“Yo! Put some jocks on, for fuck’s sake, Tim,” Drake jokes. Our tall ginger teammate has a habit of free balling. He says it's more comfortable to play like that. “Your third leg is swinging again.” 

“Stop looking then. You're supposed to keep your eyes on the ball. Ball. Singular.” 

I open my locker and nod at the guys. Drake pats me on the arm and gives me a firm smile. There's a message in his eyes, although he doesn't keep eye contact for long enough for me to understand. 

“I ain't got no choice, dude. I'm the exact height to be staring right at it,” Drake says. 

“Funny, because you're the same height as Jake and you guys are always staring at each other’s asses.” 

The changing room erupts in laughter, and the embarrassment locks me into place with my head in the locker. 

The logical brain side of me knows that it's just locker room banter. It happens everyday. It's all in good fun. 

The other part of my brain says: They know. 

Drake falls awfully quiet too, and I hear the guys hoot and holler while pretending to be us two.

“Yeah, give it to me, Drake! Give me that big sausage!” Tim moans, pretending to be me. I close the locker a little louder than usual, and the room falls quiet. I turn to look at my teammates, and they all look at me like I'm about to blow up at them. 

“Hey. Y’all are just jealous you don't have a guy best friend cause you're so far up your chicks’ pussies.” Drake pats me on the chest and it stunts the words that were about to come out of me.

He's convincing. Not to me. I can see the tension in his cheekbones. But the guys buy it, and the atmosphere lightens up. They trot out one by one to the field.

“My bad, bro.” Tim reaches out for a dab and I give it to him. 

I shared a weak smile with Drake before we trotted out with Tim to the field and began our drills. 

“Hey! You went to the salon to get your hair fried and now your brain is mush too?” Coach barks at Drake. I couldn't help him since we were doing individual drills, but I could tell Drake was struggling with the cone dribbling today. That's usually his strength too. “Alright, get off my field, maggots!” 

Drake stays behind to practice more, and I stay with him for moral support. He doesn't want to show it, but it’s obvious he's upset with Coach. When he finally gasses out, we go to the locker room together. 

“You good?” I ask as I watch him open his locker with dead eyes. “What happened today?”

“Yeah, I'm good. I just didn’t sleep well,” he says. “You didn't have to stay late with me, you know.” 

“We always end practice together. What happened to ‘don't make this weird’?” I ask and am met with the locker slamming. 

Clack! 

“I'm not talking about that!” 

I didn't like his tone. Something about it just pissed me off, and honestly him pissing me off is not that irregular these days. I love the guy, but he has to stop being so defensive. 

His eyes soften and I realize it's the same look Tim and the other guys gave me earlier. I must be glaring again. Drake averts his eyes and I advance on him. 

“Drake,” I say and he turns his head to avoid looking at me. “Drake!” I say louder and he looks back at me. 

There's… almost fear in his eyes. 

Did I hurt him? He drops his eyes after a second and I lift his chin up. 

There's definitely something in his eyes. A similar look to when I pulled my cock out of his used hole. 

“Are you making it weird again?” I ask him. His chin moves in my hand as he shakes it. “Then what is it?” 

“I'm…” His plump bottom lip trembles and I touch it with my thumb. I love this look on him. Like a Goliath that discovered his weakness. 

“Tell me.” 

“I'm…” Drake looks down, and I do the same thing. 

The tent in his shorts would touch me if I moved even just a hair closer. 

It feels so fucking good to be in power. The commanding presence runs through my body again and I feel like I'm on top of the world. I pull his shorts down and immediately grasp his thick meat. 

“Are you turned on by me, Drake?” I step closer and push my forehead against his. His cock stiffens to rock against my palm. I keep it steady in my hand, giving him little stimulation. 

“Yeah.” His voice trembles. Then, he closes his eyes as his cock throbs in my hand. 

“What did I say about admitting what you want?” 

He opens his dark eyes back at me and I kiss him. I stroke him at the same time so he relents full control to me, and I bite his bottom lip while he moans lightly. 

“Tell me,” I growl in his mouth. His hands touch my chest and then my waist. Everywhere except where he really wants to. “Touch it.” 

Drake is hesitant. He doesn't want to admit it. I take his hand from my chest and place it directly over my hard dick. 

“Oh…” His eyes widen as he explores my erect shaft. 

“Say it.” I push my forehead against his again. “Say it!” 

“I want to get fucked,” Drake whispers. He starts to descend to suck me, but I pull him back up by the chin. 

“Say it!”

“I said I want to get fucked!” His voice echoes in the locker room.

I take my shorts down and have him hold my steel hard boner again. I make it flex in his hand while I kiss him. 

“I want to you to fuck me,” Drake finally submits and I grin against his pretty mouth. I turn him around and push him against the wall of lockers.

CLANG! 

I smack his hairy asscheeks and then grip them. He just makes this aggressive come out of me. I don’t know how he does it but I love the feeling.

“Leg up.” I push from behind his right knee, and he steps onto the changing bench. 

“Oh, shit, man!” 

I poke at his hole with my dick, smearing my precum onto his furry crack. 

“If you want it, then take it.” I smack his ass again. “Do it!” 

Drake reaches back and holds my cock. Stabilizing my meat, he backs up onto it. “Oh…fuck, man.” 

“Good… show me how you want it.” I watch my cock disappear in my best friend’s hairy ass. 

“Oh god, fuck…” Drake grunts as he takes my whole dick. I take off my shirt for more freedom, and give a few trial thrusts into him. The muscle gives way to me and I take his hole for mine. “Jesus.” He laughs. 

“That good?” I suddenly remember that he's my friend and we've known each other forever. I rub the back of his neck. 

“Oh, it's good. Fuck.” He sighs in satisfaction. 

“Good.” My other hand squeezes his biceps. “You feel amazing.” 

“Do I?” Drake reaches back and puts his hand on my hips as I thrust them. “Fuck, why is this so good?” After a while, he goes to jerk himself off and I feel him tighten around me. 

“Keep yourself open for me.” I explore his guts with my mouth hanging wide open. Feeling every inch of my manhood slide into him is euphoria. 

“Can you… go … uh more? Like last time.” 

My dick becomes hard enough to crack a wall. 

“Tell me again.” I give him an extra thrust to let him know I know what he's hinting at. 

“Ah!” 

“What do you want?” I go back to light pumps, even taking out half my meat so he would feel the difference. 

“Come on man, I need it harder than that,” Drake's voice turns into a masculine sexy whine. 

“Like this?” I shove it hard in him again.

“Shit!” Drake’s other knee buckles and I help him lift it on the bench. 

Submissive and breedable. He arches his back and pushes his thick hairy ass out at me. 

I give it to him. Or I give in to him. Whatever it is, I hold his hips for leverage and  fuck him hard and fast. 

“Oh…oh…OH…OH…oh right there!” 

“Yeah?” I grab his shoulders so I can drill at that spot. 

“Oh fuck!” he whines. 

“You’re going to cum for me, Drake.” I focus on keeping the rhythm as steady as possible. 

“Shit! Fuck! Jake!” 

“Cum for me,” I grunt again. I put my right hand near his mouth and he automatically starts sucking my fingers. 

“MMMM! MMMMM!!!” 

THWACK!

“MMMM!” 

THWACK!

“MMMM!!!!” 

THWACK!

The pulsing of his asshole around my cock is enough of an indication, but the way he bites on my fingers is so damn hot when he can’t suck through his orgasm. 

“Oh…oh my God…” Drake says with his mouth full of my hand. 

“Keep going or no?” I naturally slow down, mostly because I'm out of energy. 

“Whatever you need to finish.” He sucks on my fingers again. 

I wasn't interested. I got my prize of fucking the cum out of him.

But Drake wanted it. 

He backed his ass up on me, and the pleasure rose like a tidal wave. There was no reason to hold back anymore. So, I let it wash over me.

“AhHH!!” I grab his shoulders again and drill him hard for the last stretch.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“AhHHHHh!” I explode into him and hold still, but he rotates his hips to milk it out of me. “AhHHhHH! Oh fuck!” I lean forward on him, hugging his back while I orgasm deep inside him. “AhHh….”

We were a trembling, sweaty mess. We were sweaty before the end of practice but now our bodies are considerably weakened. 

“Let's just shower at my place. Let's get out of here,” Drake says. “Yo, Jake. Coach might come by. We should go.”