Best Friends Bare All E17.5 | A flipfuck means we've really shared everything now (Patreon)

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Continued directly after the last story 

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“Oh man…” Drake plays with asscheeks like it's putty. 

I had the confidence to strip down naked outdoors, but exposing my ass like this ebbs away at my bravado. 

This is probably going to hurt. 

“You sure you're good with this?” Drake asks. I hear him kneel down on the ground. He parts my cheeks, and I feel his hot breath on my most intimate area. 

“Yeah, I'm sure.” I gulp as I look for our teammates running by. It's the perfect hideout underneath the bleachers. I can see pretty much anything that happens, but no one thinks to look between the steps. 

“Basically hairless. A little peach fuzz.” Drake blows lightly on my hole and it sends shivers up my spine. “Pretty pink hole too.”

“Ah!” I react as he touches my taint. 

“I bet I'm way hairier than this,” he says and then blows on my hole again. 

“You are.” I imagine pushing my dick into his furry ass. The hair around his hole clings onto my shaft as I pummel him. 

“Not so good to eat, probably.” Drake taps on the insides of my thighs and I spread my stance. “Yours, on the other hand…”

“Go for it, man. Do what you need to do.” I trust him. He's my best friend. Always has been. 

Having just finished a run, I was sweaty down there. Now, fully exposed to the air, my ring felt dry and cool. 

That's why his tongue felt like it was a hot knife cutting into an ice cream cake. 

“Holy….fuhHhHH!” My mouth drops wide open as an unbelievable warmth circles my ring. 

“Don't exaggerate now,” Drake says, with a smile obviously planted on his face. He reaches around and grips my hard shaft. “Okay, maybe you're not exaggerating. You like it, Jake?” 

“Yeah?” I find it hard to formulate sentences as his tongue attacks my hole unpredictably. I want it to go further but I'm nervous at how far it’ll go at the same time. 

“Mmm…mmm…” He laps at me, like he's licking away layers of a sweet dessert. “Fucking nice hole, dude.” I feel his face turn to stick his tongue in another way. 

“You going to fuck me, man? It's your chance.” I grip tight onto the metallic pillar. 

“I'm going to fuck you, alright,” Drake says between my cheeks. He strokes my cock lightly and teases my entrance with his tongue again. It seems like he's reluctant to stop eating me out but the scratchiness of his stubble leaves anyway and is replaced by a thick and hard tool. “If you gotta tap out, it's alright. You wouldn't be the first.” 

“OhHhH!” The head feels huge! 

“That's it, baby,” he says in a smooth slow voice as he pushes his inches into me. “This is going to be the toughest part right here.” 

“AhHHh!” 

“Nuh uh. You unclench these white cheeks for me.” 

I take a deep breath and will myself to relax. Actually, I'm surprised at how I'm able to control the sphincter consciously. 

“Oh!” 

“You did it. Nothing but homerun now.” He grips on to my waist. I'm holding onto the metal bar so hard it's starting to hurt my palms. “Yeah… oh fuck yeah…”

The sounds coming from him are so hot. I know just as well what it feels like to be balls deep in someone. The deep need to bury his manhood into someone is finally fulfilled. 

By me. 

And then the inevitable thrusting starts. It's only natural. It speeds up gradually until it gets into the fast and deep rhythm I knew he was craving. 

“Fuck…” It had an effect on his voice. He's giving in to his authentic self too, losing himself in the pleasure that's rightfully his. Each thrust hit me with a force that pushes me forward, and my face presses against the cold structure pillar. “Oh my god. I haven't fucked in so long! Yes! Yes!” 

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!!

Drake pulls out of me and pulls my knees to the ground. My hands slip from its grip and I fall face first onto the dirt. 

“AHHh!” I shout into the grass as he penetrates me again deeply. 

“Oh, fuck yeah. Yes! This is what I'm talking about!” Drake says. His hands press against my lower back. I look to the right to see his foot planted to the side of my knee. “Oh my god…yes…fuck…” The goon is obvious in his voice. 

He's in deep. He wants to continue this pleasure. 

I lean on the ground with the left side of my face and reach back to manually spread my cheeks for him. 

“Fuck yes, white cheeks! You like this big cock?” Drake moans. “You take it so good.” The added depth he's in makes him more assertive and he fucks me until I'm laying flat on my stomach. 

Then, it felt really different. 

“OhH!” Like he was pushing a panic button inside me. I started to sweat and heat up. 

“Oh, you need it deep, buddy? Should've said so,” he grunts in my ear, pushing deep and short strokes into me. 

“AHHh! AHHHH! AHHHH!” I cry out.

“ShHH! They're still running.” Drake stops momentarily and we hear footsteps run past the bleachers. His dick comes half-way out of me and it wiggles as he takes off his shirt.

Crashing back down on me, I moan at the feeling of his dense sweaty chest hair on my back. 

“Keep more quiet, man,” he whispers in my ear. He can't help himself from pumping again, and I bite onto my tongue as he pushes hard into the button that makes me want to squirm. “Damn. Your ass is fucking top-tier, Jake.” 

“Ahh…”

“You getting off to this?” Drake plunges himself inside me. It feels like a thick log jammed inside my ass. 

“It's good,” I strain out. His weight on top of me pushes all the air out of my chest. 

“Thanks for this, Jake. I needed to fuck.” He kisses me on the temple. “But I'm ready now.” 

“Ready for what?” I lift and turn my head. We kiss. I feel his thick wood strengthen inside me. 

“I had my fix.” Drake does a push up over me, exiting my loosened hole. I flip around and sit up, leaning against the metal pole. “Now I'm ready for that.” He points at my boner. 

He climbs over me and squats, letting one leg straighten out first. Face to face, we look each other in the eyes as I pierce through him. 

“Jake, buddy…” His voice shakes like his remaining leg supporting him.

“I got you, Drake.” I hold his ass to support him as his ring adjusts to me. He does it quickly and soon he's sitting on my lap. His hard cock lays on my abs. 

“I'm not going to last much longer,” Drake says. He grabs on the pole above my head and rides into me. 

“Me neither,” I admit. I run my hands into his dark chest hair and then around his neck. 

“Then fuck me.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Fuck me!”

I thrust upwards as quickly as I can, matching the enthusiasm he has in crashing down on me. 

“Oh!” He spurts a shot on cum on my chest. I don't think he even notices cause his eyes doesn't leave mine. I fuck upwards harder, using all the techniques I know to last. “Keep doing that!” 

My abs burn as I continue to roll my hips upwards. 

I'm going to make him cum.

I'm going to fuck it out of him. 

“Keep going!” The most beautiful expression of pleasurable torture warps his face. He rides me freely, and I feel him adjust so that I'm rubbing right against his prostate. “Oh, I'm going to fucking cum!” 

“Me too!”

“Fuck me!!!” 

His cock head sputters white juice, and I give him the last of my energy. 

“FUCK!” A runaway shot of cum hits me in the chin and I explode inside him. I close my hands around his neck and he grips onto my hair.

Neither of us want to stop fucking! He rolls his hips down on me, trying to get as much stimulation on his g-spot as possible, and I fuck upwards to inseminate him as deeply as I can. 

“Fuckkkk… fuckkkkKKKKK!” Drake shouts with a laugh. He winces and does small rocking movements on me as he drips thick cum onto his big shaft. “That's different.” 

I scoop up his cum from my chin and hold it up to him. He sucks my fingers while pushing on my chest and riding out the rest of the orgasm for us gently. 

“What makes this so good?” he says after sucking my fingers clean. 

“We know each other. I know everything about you, really.” I scoop him more cum. He turns my hand around and guides it to my own mouth. I suck his juices off and look him in the eyes.

“Best friends. Best sex. That tracks,” he says, finally stopping his rocking motion. “Thankful for you, man.” Drake wipes his forehead and smiles at me like an idiot.