Best Friends Bare All | No Nut November Special 1 | Not nutting doesn't mean I can't fuck my best friend (Patreon)

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I love playing alongside Drake on the soccer field. He's damn fast, and his footwork is insane. He also isn't afraid to really get in the opposing player’s face to block him. 

“Yo! Back off!” The guy pushes him in the chest and the referee blows his whistle. Drake turns around with his usual grin and winks at me. He's always said that sports are half mental and half physical. 

At this point, we were already in the lead and were just waiting for the time to tick down. With Drake’s mindfucking, the other team ran out of time to close the gap. 

“YEAHHHHHH!” Our team runs towards each other, sharing shakes and hugs in a wild frenzy of victory. 

Drake is drowning in the other guys’ cheers, but he reaches out to me. I grab his hand and he closes his fingers around mine. We jump in unison and chant our team’s name with everyone else.

You see, Drake and I have a secret. We've been best friends for forever, and we share everything. I mean, everything. He knows everything about me and I know everything about him. 

We've even shared girls. Yeah, in that way. That's kind of what started it. It felt so comfortable fucking the same girl together that… we kind of took the girl out of the equation somewhere along the way. Drake confided in me that he gets off on ass play, and long story short, I've been fucking him for months now. 

You would never guess his kink looking at him. Even in the locker room, you'd think he's a ladies’ man with his dense chest hair and effortless charming smile. All the guys on the team are drawn to him because they want to be like him. Hell, I want to be like him.

That night, we went to his place like we always do after a game or practice. After a game, especially a winning one, is a whole different type of adrenaline rush. 

“We annihilated them suckers,” Drake says, rummaging through the fridge. “Fuck, we don't have anything to drink.” 

“It's fine. Or we could run to the store?” I say. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow? This one smells like it didn't dry properly in the laundry.” I sniff the collar. 

“Do you even have to ask? I'll give you this one if you want.” Drake fans out his shirt jokingly. 

I take off my shirt and give it another sniff. There's definitely something wrong with it. The sharp odour makes me throw the shirt to the floor. 

“Shit. Maybe you don't even need a shirt,” Drake says, coming closer to draw the line down my abs. “I need these.”

“You have them.” I lift his shirt slightly, trying to get a vibe of what he wants. No matter how many times we fuck, initiating it can still feel a little strange. After all, we are friends before anything else, but we didn’t fuck when we first started hitting the gym. He lifts his arms and I pull the shirt off him. 

“No man, you literally got a real 6 pack.” He counts them in pairs. “I've got 4. Maybe.” He grunts as he flexes his core. 

“If you shaved, they would be more obvious.” I pat his abs down, which are covered with a layer of his dark and dense fur. 

This is how it always happens. We never say “let's fuck.” There's always a part where we start touching each other, almost innocently. 

Then it gets less innocent. Our hands go under the waistband of our underwear, and soon we're naked, fondling each other’s cock and balls like it's the first time we've done it. It feels just as exciting in my opinion.

I love seeing the lust build in him. His big cock feels great in my grip when it's hard and I like the attention he gives my balls. I think the fact that he has big sensitive balls makes him an expert in them.

“Feels good,” he murmurs softly with those plump lips. I kiss him, and feel him transform into another character. The Drake that everybody knows melts away, and another version of him emerges. 

The version that likes to get fucked. Hard. And the version of me that wants to fuck my best friend emerges out of me. 

“You doing no-nut november?” Drake asks as I bite his bottom lip. At the same time, I grab his ass cheeks and spread them. 

“Is today the first?” I get him to spin around and he willingly bends over to show me his hairy hole. 

God damn. I spit on my cock and prepare to give him his victory present. 

“Yeah. I was thinking we should try it this time. Mmm!” Drake groans as I stick it in. 

“Like after this right?” I warm up my hips with some small thrusts. He's always tight when we start. 

“Well, that would defeat… shit… the point of no nut November.” There is a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He needs this as much as he loves it. 

“So we just…don't finish tonight?” I pull on his shoulders and he straightens his back. I wrap my arm around his furry chest while pumping lightly into him. 

“Yeah…that's the… idea…can you go deeper?” 

“Spread your cheeks then,” I say in his ear. Leaning on my arm as support, Drake uses both hands to pull his thick ass apart. 

“OhHhhHHH! Fuck!” 

“And you don't wanna cum?” I grab on his hung horse cock and stroke. 

“It might be better if we wait the month,” he groans. “Okay I need you to get it now.” Drake falls forward and lands on the couch with his palms. 

I snicker a little at his need to be submissive, then I focus myself. Ok, so he needs to get fucked, but I can't cum. I close my eyes, clear my head and give him what he needs. 

“Don't cum alright? Shit! Yeah, get it, Jake!” 

“You got the easy role,” I grunt, rhythmically pounding him the way he likes it. “Ok.” I slow down, pleasuring myself in this position. We had just fucked yesterday, so I wasn't in a huge need to finish quickly. 

Still, it isn’t easy to resist when his hole is so willing to be played with. I spent the next 10 minutes rotating between hard fucks and slow edging inside him. The best thing about it is the way Drake moans to both types of getting drilled. The man just loves getting fucked.

“Alright. We have to stop now before we go too far,” he says, looking back at me. I pull out of him and his hole winks at me, inviting me to go back in.

But I didn't. I thought it would be interesting to see how the month goes. The longest I've ever held it was 3 days, so I knew it wouldn’t be easy.

I won't bore you with all the details, but by the end of week one, we were both horned out of our minds. I fucked him everywhere I could on campus. The locker room was a popular one because it was easy to stay behind and say we wanted to get some more drills in. 

And the echo of the locker room is fucking hot. 

“Don't cum.”

“Let's just cum. I want you cum,” I whisper as I fuck the sense out of him on the bench. His uncut cock is dripping onto his stomach, and the precum rolls down his strong sides. 

“We have to wait. Wait, deeper again. OHhHh!” Drake makes a face that makes me pull out immediately. “No…put it back in.”

“I'm going to bust if you don't stop making those sounds,” I warn him. 

This went on for the next week, and the frustration of the denial just kept rising. If I thought I knew what horny was before this experience, I was wrong.

We started to get more risky with each passing day. I began to rub him under the table during lectures. He couldn't do it to me because I would leak through my pants, but he did suck me in the bathroom in between courses so I could have some sort of relief. 

On the 16th, we cracked. We didn’t even need to talk about it. We just got back to his place after practice and started making out in a fever dream on the couch. 

Drake wraps his legs around me sensually and I dry hump into him, the pent up sexual energy in us just bursting out with the way we grab at each other's clothes and limbs. 

“I want to eat your ass,” he says when I suck on his neck. Being as horny as I am, I don't hesitate a second. I get up, take my clothes off, and get on all 4s on the ground for him. “Fuck… white cheeks.” 

“Oh…” The stubble on his face in my crack is a feeling I'll never be able to explain. It's prickly and uncomfortable but once his tongue touches my hole, I can't see having it any other way. 

“Yeah, white cheeks. Fuck…” Drake groans as he rims me. “Pretty pink hole.” His tongue burrows inside my ring. 

“You want to fuck me again?” I look back to see just the top of his tight curls. I look down in between my legs and see him stroking himself slowly. The moans that he's making in my crack are genuine. 

“I want everything, all at once.” Drake pulls my dick back, and licks from my balls down to my shaft. 

“Wait…” The 16 day load rises up at the feeling. 

“I'm going to put it in you, man.” His face gets further from my hole, which helps me hold myself together. “You ready?” 

“Yeah,” I whisper. “FuuuuuuuuuuCCK!” His long and thick meat slides into me effortlessly. 

“Oh…oh…oh…” Drake moans. I know it's just as hard for him to hold back. 

“You can cum in me if you want,” I say, looking back at his face all scrunched up, like he’s not breathing. I clench around him, and he yanks himself out of me to sit back on his heels. 

“No. I need to cum with your dick… with you inside me,” he says. That version of me that loves to fuck the hell out of him comes bursting out of my chest.

“Say it again, properly.” I get up from my knees and look down at him. 

“Fuck me till I cum, Jake.” Drake swallows.