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My friend Jake Stays the night - part 4 and 5

***Everyone involved is over 18+***

There's nothing quite like waking up in a bed with another person you care about, feeling their heart beside you, the slight movement and sounds of their breathing reminding you they're there. Sadly, this wasn't the case for me this morning. When I woke Jake was gone. I rolled over and checked my phone, seeing a message from him 'Had to run to practice - thanks again for everything last night ;-p have to show my face at home, can I stay again tonight? I'll cook something better than dominoes'.

I smiled and started typing, 'Yeah sure, last night was really fun can -'. I looked down at the message, decided I was coming on too strong and deleted it, replacing it with a simple thumbs up. 'Way to play it cool Stephen' I thought as I rolled over in bed. I turned my head to where Jake was sleeping, picturing his head lying there. I sniffed, sure I could smell a whiff of the cheap cologne he always put on.

'It doesn't matter that it's shit, girls just like it if they think you're trying!' He had always said. Sadly with his track record in that department, it didn't feel like that was true.

I felt myself getting hard just picturing him there, how his face had curled up when he came, his fast breathing as I jerked him off. I ran my fingers to my boner, wet and dripping. I hadn't bother to put anything on after last night, so there was a wet patch on my sheets from my pre - cum.

I closed my eyes and began to rub, imaging him there with me, his hands tracing the length of my body, his breath on my neck. I rubbed my free hand on my nipples, gently rolling them between my thumb and finger, wishing he was there doing that for me. I kept the hand tracing down, pressing firmly on my stomach, till I got to my crotch. I bent my legs and spread them, lifting my hips up before setting them down giving me easy access.

While I rubbed my dick with my right, I used my left to press on my taint, gently rubbing it up and down the space, applying more pressure as I ran from the bottom to the top. I could picture it, Jake knelt between my legs, rubbing it for me, that stupid grin on his face, as he smiled and would start to bring his tongue -

I started moaning, not holding back. That had been enough to set me over the edge as I felt the pulse of my muscles clenching, shooting my load all over myself and my sheets.

I sighed, shimmering with a slight sweat over my body. Then I sniffed. The room smelt of cum and sweat - I really needed to change these sheets.

My friend Jake Stays the night - Part 5

***All characters are 18+***

After changing the sheets and bedding I spent the rest of the morning cleaning. I had only been home alone for a week, but there were dishes everywhere and a faint funk in the house.

Satisfied, I pulled on some shorts and headed to the gym. I opened up the routine Jake had given me to do on my phone, and got to work. It was leg day, and looking at the sets of squats, lunges and hip thrusts I had for the next hour.

I groaned, before setting to work. I had always been quite slim, but not particularly toned, but after a few months of training I had started to see some progress on my lifts, and was staring to enjoy it a bit more.

Sweaty, and tired, after the weights I moved onto the cardio section, putting on  some of the gloves and going a couple of rounds on the heavy bag. I had used to do martial arts when I was a kid, but hadn't trained for years, so had forgotten how much fun it was to punch and kick something.

It also helped this was where a lot of the hotter guys in the gym congregated, with a muscles pair of guys in their 20's beside me. Covered in tattoos and drenched in working beside me that I did best not to make my glancing to obvious. Particularly when they wiped their brows with their t-shirts exposing their toned stomachs.

Finally tired and spent, I headed home and showered, getting into some fresh shorts and a t-shirt, and lying on the sofa playing games waiting for Jake to come.

About half 6 I heard my front door open and Jake's voice call out, 'Stephen, it's me.'

I stopped myself from running to the door like an excited puppy and waited a few minutes before walking through to the kitchen. 'How was your training?' I asked him, giving him a fist bump.

Jake had been swimming semi-competitively for years. 'Good, tiring though. Coach had us working on butterfly, so I need to eat' he slammed down a grocery bag. I looked through, seeing steak,  peppers, broccoli noodles and a sweet chilli sauce.

'Stir-fry?' I asked.

'Stir-fry!' he responded.

'Fuck yeah!' I responded relieved. Jake had started cooking for himself for years, as his parents worked nights and he normally had a nutrition plan. Sadly though, he hadn't ever had much of a talent for it, and normally could burn water. Stir fry though, was the one thing he had actually managed to perfect.

I started cutting some peppers as he roughly chopped some onions, less a slice and more a chunk. I looked over to the slight watering in his eyes.

"It's okay Jake, you can talk to me, you don't need to cry.' I laughed.

He responded throwing some of his onions at me, muttering, 'Dickhead'. We laughed and continued to make the rest, into what was by the end was a great meal.

After food, I grabbed a pair of beers from the fridge. We cheered, clinking the bottles. A second later they began fizzing, foam going everywhere from the bottles and spilling onto the table between us. Laughing, I ran to get a cloth.

'Thats the second time you spilt beer in two nights.' I shouted to him as I rummaged under the sink.

'I spilt. No, those were both your fault.'

'Bullshit!' I laughed back to him, wiping up the spill. We spent a few more minutes cleaning up the mess when he looked at me.

'So... about last night -' he started.

'We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.' I interrupted.

'No, we should.' Jake took a deep breath, I felt my stomach clench waiting for it. 'last night was great, it felt good. Like really good -'

'Great, so-'

'But,' jake continued cutting over me, 'you know I'm not gay. I had loads of fun, and I'd be down for it again, but I just need to make it clear what this is. You're one of, if not my best friend. I just don't want you getting hurt expecting more.'

My stomach lurched, and I bit down my disappointment. I had been secretly hoping I might be able to turn him, make him want me the same way I wanted him. I wanted to say that. Instead I laughed. 'Yeah, cause you're so irresistible! No I know what that was. Just a stroke between bros'.

'Just a stroke between bros' he laughed back. Jake paused for a second, 'So'.

'So?' I asked.

Jake started to blush for a second and look away. 'Can I get another hand job?'

I nodded, moving to the closer chair as I began to rub him over his black shorts. He was already hard, as I began to play with him, running my fingers along the underside and lifting it, before letting it fall down. I reached my fingers under the elastic of his shorts and began to feel the skin. I was so excited last night I didn't notice how warm it felt in my hand, how soft it was as I rubbed it.

I withdrew my hand and pulled down his shorts off completely, leaving him naked from the waist down. This was the first time I had seen it in the light, and I couldn't help but drink in the sight. I rubbed it slowly, up and down. I began speeding up. Be began to arc his hips, leaning further and further down in the chair so he was almost off it. I felt his breathing begin to start speeding up, his balls begin to tense. It had only been a few minutes. And he was almost ready to finish.

So I stopped. He looked at me, his face red and screwed up, 'No, I'm so close, keep going.' he panted.

I slowly rubbed my thumb along his tip, as I saw him shudder. 'Please,' he begged.

I looked at him, and slowly stroked, each tug taking seconds to complete. He couldn't take it any more, with the lightest of pulls, he shot all over himself, his load pulsing out in several spurts, each landing on his t-shirt.

He was panting, catching his breath as I had his sticky load in my hand. I pulled down my shorts, and began milking myself, staring at my friend covered in his own cum, his cum acting as lube on my aching cock. I was done In a minute, my load just oozing out into my hand, dripping down my leg. I looked over at him laughing, as he passed me the kitchen roll.

We spent the rest of the night on the playstation. I checked my phone and saw the group chat had a new message. It was from our other friend Ricky 'Guess who's back from hols! Bonfire tomorrow?🔥🔥🔥🔥'