Best Friends Bare All E16 | I have so many loads in my best friend he's dripping (Patreon)

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There were two sides of Drake and I's friendship now. There was us, outside, where he was loud and vibrant with me as his quiet sidekick. He’d dab guys up as we walk, effortlessly smiling and talking at the same time.

Then, there was us inside, where not a lot of talking happened at all. We've fucked too much to just talk about regular shit anymore. 

“Game?” Drake finally broke the silence in his basement. We took out the controllers and went at it for a while. It kept things moving, you know, and we didn't need to talk about…the whole me fucking him in the ass thing. 

It's not that I didn't want to talk about it. It's just that right after we cum, it seems that everything about that subject just goes right back inside Pandora’s box. It doesn't seem like he's ready to talk either. 

“Damn, you've gotten better.” Drake puts his controller down as a sign of waving a white flag in the air. 

“You've just gotten more shit at this.” I finish obliterating his character even though it's just standing there. 

“Nah, man, you got game now. Fuck me, you whooped my ass good.” 

We both realized the double entendre of what he said, and an awkward feeling permeated the room again. It was good that I still had the controller in my hand, because it gave my thumbs something to twiddle with. 

I count on Drake to help me through uncomfortable situations like this. But lately, I've had to do that for him instead. For this thing we're doing anyway. 

“I see why Liana was so thirsty for you last season,” Drake says. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I interpret what he's talking about. “Thumb action is there for sure.” 

I chuckle and put down the controller. “I didn't do too much of that with her. Honestly, she just wanted to get railed everyday.”

“And you know how to rail,” Drake says. That makes me look at him, and he drops his gaze. 

Did he mean to say that? 

Call it an ego-boost. Hearing that I'm good at fucking led the blood from my cheeks to my groin. 

“You think I'm good at fucking?” I ask, looking directly at the side of his dense curly hair. “Liana helped me a lot with that. She pretty much had no limits.”

“Did she cum a lot?” I got Drake’s attention with some girl talk. He's so easy when it comes to stuff like that. 

“Always when I drilled her missionary. Her pussy pulses nice and quick,” I say, enjoying how he’s shy to look at me. “Like your asshole does.” 

Aha. He peeks at me with a side glance, and it's clear to me that he knows the feeling I'm talking about. 

“Does it feel good to cum around my cock?” I reach out and he twitches. “It's okay. Tell me. We’re friends, aren't we?” 

“Best friends.” Drake exhales loudly as I touch the back of his neck. I massage him gently and I feel the undeniable urge to rip the clothes off him rise. “I mean, I'm not going to lie or some shit. Obviously I'm getting my rocks off to it.” 

“I think that's alright. I'm getting off to it too.” 

“Oh yeah, I know, man. You cum so fucking much in me, it's…” He stops mid-sentence.

“It's what?” I encourage him by stroking his back. For a man of pure muscle, he looks so docile right now. “Come on, Drake. You know you can tell me anything.” 

“It was dripping out of me this morning at practice,” he says, looking directly at me.

“Is that why you were running funny?” I imagine my seed seeping into his jocks as he trips over the cones. 

“Yeah.” 

I move my hand down his spine and his lips quiver. 

“And is that why you were so horny in the locker room? You felt me inside you still?” 

“Yeah,” Drake says and swallows hard, making his Adam's apple rise and fall. 

“And can you feel the new load that I gave you moving inside you right now?” I move to his crotch and squeeze it. I'm not even surprised he's hard.

He's a little bitch for my cock now. Drake nods, and the desire to fuck him until he’s flooded with my jizz takes over my body. 

“Get naked,” I command him. Drake only thinks about it for a second and then removes his shirt. I feel his hairy chest and then help him take off his shorts. 

He's fucking beautiful as a male specimen. His proportions are great, and his uncut cock is nothing to scoff at. 

I stand up in front of him and spread his legs wide. He reaches forward and caresses my package, and I flex my hard dick for him. 

“You want it again?” I hump his hand as I test how far his legs can spread. He only swallows hard again and gropes me, so I ask again. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I touch his hairy hole and it clenches against my touch. 

“Mmm…” he whimpers. His ring feels a little swollen from the beating it took earlier. I spit on my finger and massage it into the tight muscle. 

“Let me in, Drake.” I pull off my shorts, and he grasps onto my cock for support. “I'm not going to hurt you.” 

The most vulnerable look passes on his handsome face. It’s him knowing that it will sting no matter what, but he accepts it. His ring relaxes and my finger plunges into him. 

“Shit!” He clamps down on me. 

“You're okay.” I lean down to push my forehead down on his. “Shhh…”

“Ah…ah…” Drake whimpers as I move slowly inside his swollen hole. I can feel my liquid inside him, and it's helping my finger slide in and out. 

“I want to fuck you again,” I say. “But, you need to loosen up for me. Come on, Drake.” I kiss him and feel him unclamp.

Oh, he wants me to take the control. 

“You're going to take my dick until I cum in you again,” I try, and I feel his ring let go of another degree of tension. “That's it.” 

“Fuck me,” Drake says, squinting his eyes at me as I slip another finger in. 

“Open your mouth.” I take both fingers out and line my cock up with his entrance. “Open!” 

Drake opens his mouth wide and I spit in it forcefully. 

“AhhHh!” he shouts as I penetrate into his guts. “Shit! Shit!” He grabs my shoulders roughly and I push into him as deep as I can. “Ah! Fuck!” He grit his teeth as he handles the sting.

His hole pulses rhythmically around me, and I have the feeling of having this muscular hunk skewered on a full boner. 

“I'm going to breed you, man” I pant. Giving into my instincts of fucking, I let my hips do the work. 

“FuuuuCCCKkkkk!” Drake winces in pain and pleasure. “Ah!”

“You like that?”

I know he does. I can tell he wants it. He's taking me so well. 

But I want to hear it.

“You like that?” I grab a chunk of his curly hair. 

“Yeah! Fuck! Oh my God!” He looks up at me with complete trust as I rail into him. 

So. Fucking. Breedable! 

“You want another load inside you? You're gonna be dripping for days!” I tighten my grip on his hair and fuck fast. It becomes frenetic, like I'm sprinting to a destination. 

“Oh fuck.. oh fuck… oh…ohhh…” Drake’s moans change into a low and deep groan. He tilts his head back and I kiss his exposed neck. “Oh yeah…” I lift my head just enough to see his eyes rolling back. 

PTUI! I spit on his face, and it lands on his nose. 

“Cum inside me,” he says in a tone that I don't recognize. His eyes aren't focused on me. They're wandering up and down. “Cum inside me!” 

“AhHhHHHHHHH!” I roar as his pleading succeeds in getting me there. “AhHHHh!” I plunge myself in him, pull his head back and kiss him passionately. “AhHHHH!” I cum in him, making my thighs cramp as I mount the stallion that he is. 

“Yeah.. oh my god, I feel it.. oh fuck…” His hairy body trembles under mine. 

A big wave of fatigue washes over me, and I know I only have minutes of gas left in me. I pull out quickly and replace my cock with two fingers.

“Whoa!!!” His hard cock is in my mouth a second later. I finger and suck him at alternating intervals. When my fingers were in deep, the top of his cock was in my mouth. When my nose was in his crotch, my fingers were out. “Fuck!” 

Cum! Cum! Cum inside my mouth! 

“Harder!” he shouts and I jam my fingers inside him. There is no more pushback from the ring, and I go all out in him. “Oh my god. I'm nutting. I'm nutting! ShitTTT!” I swallow him down fully and stick my hand as far I can down his butt. “Shit! Ahhhahha…fuck!” His upper body crunches and I feel his hairy abs on my head. “Ah…”

I pull off and look up at the exhausted man with my fingers still inside him. 

“Nap time. Like, right now.” 

“Here?” I say as I gently remove my hand. 

“Fuck no. In the room. Oh my god, my legs are jelly.” Drake laughs in a dopamine fueled haze. 

I love seeing him like this. I feel…proud. I did this to him.

“I can carry you.” I bend over and he wraps his body around me. He's much too heavy for me to really do it, but it's fun to try. 

“Alright. I can walk,” he says and lays back on the couch. “Jesus.” 

“Hey, Drake,” I say. 

He lifts his head, and I kiss him.