EROTIC SHORT FICTION 8
The below tale of a platonic homosexual orgy is somewhat moderate in nature. I suddenly jumped out of bed in the middle of the night to write it, mostly as a means of dealing with a hangover, and tried my best to get it finished in one sitting. I found myself having to fight off my own orgasm as I typed, which I usually take as a good sign. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This was a sincere pleasure, so probably the worst thing I’ve ever written. Oh well.
BEST OF FRIENDS
A distressed young man finds love and physical intimacy with an unlikely group of people.
DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ AND ALL OPINIONS EXPRESSED WITHIN THE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL SERIES OF EVENTS BELONG TO THE HYPOTHETICAL NARRATOR AND NOT THE AUTHOR.
It was a Saturday afternoon and I had wandered into town alone to escape the usual tension at home. Mother and father were arguing over money. My two older brothers were arguing over who was the biggest arsehole. It was all too much for me, and nobody noticed when I disappeared from the bustling den of turmoil. Good riddance, I say!
I didn’t have any cash on me, so passed the time by browsing my favourite shops. And those I would never usually venture into. You know, just to mix things up. I spotted the odd loose-acquaintance here and there, but nobody who would want to hang out with the likes of me. I just kept my head down and window shopped harder than I had ever window shopped before.
Then came a voice, gentle and unobtrusive, which I recognised instantly.
“Hello, Jamie, how are you doing?”
It was my 2nd-tier friend George, who was idly flipping through the display of posters in a music shop. I broke away from the rack of CDs I’d been mechanically fingering and joined the boy.
“I’m okay, thanks. How are you?” I said, taking in George’s warm smile.
“I’m alright, yeah.” He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, shyly. “Just hanging out with Jack.”
Jack was George’s best friend. The two were almost inseparable. They clung together as well as my two brothers fell apart. Which was very well indeed.
“We’re just waiting for my dads to finish in the supermarket.” George said, sniffing nonchalantly.
His biological father was an out and proud homosexual, which I thought was cool. I wished I could be as sure of myself, just in terms of anything I thought or felt or did on a daily basis. I generally kept a low-profile and tried not to assert myself upon anyone. This gave the general public the opportunity to push me around, of course, but I was resigned to such treatment as my sad lot in life.
I had been meaning to ask George who his biological mother was, and where she was, but whether or not this was a sore point, I did not know. I felt it best just to let George tell me, should he ever feel so inclined. I didn’t want to dent any thin emotional armour he might be wearing.
“Are they doing a big shop?” I said, seeing the poster for one of my favourite films within the leaves of the music shop’s poster display boards.
“Yeah, me and Jack thought we’d leave them to it.” Said George, looking around for his best friend.
“Hi, Jamie!” Said Jack, descending on the escalator from the video floor upstairs. “You hanging out with us?”
I didn’t want to cramp their style, as one might say, so I simply shrugged and allowed George to confirm or deny my involvement in their goings on.
“He is!” Said George, much to my surprise. “Shall we all go and get something to eat?”
“Yeah, come on!” Said Jack, taking my arm and pulling me along.
Five minutes later, we were sat in a family-friendly burger restaurant. The noise was deafening, with the bathroom-tiled walls doing well to amplify the noise. I spent much of the time attempting to angle my head so as to avoid the continuous sonic boom.
“What are you doing, you weirdo?!” Said Jack, playfully throwing a sliver of onion at me.
“Oh nothing, sorry.” I said, demurely.
“Do you want some of my chips?” Said George, noticing the empty square of table in front of me.
“Okay.” I said, nibbling on the overly-salted chipped potatoes.
George piled on condiments as one might pile on layers of clothing in the dead of winter.
“Didn’t your mum and dad give you any money?” Said George, sympathetically.
“Nah.” I said, lowering my head in shame at my economic crisis. “They were too busy shouting at each other when I left.”
George and Jack groaned in genuine sympathy. They really were a sweet pair.
“My dads had a fight this morning, but they made up quickly.” Said George, rubbing my shoulder. “You’ll have to come hang out with us more often!”
Jack smiled, which I didn’t expect. I thought he would be threatened by my further involvement with his friend.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” I said, folding the mouth of the grease-proof bag over its contents.
“Finish them, if you like.” Said George, charitably. “I’m full anyway.”
I nodded and emptied the bag’s contents diligently.
“Hey, boys!” Came a new voice.
It was George’s two fathers, carrying with them a back-breaking collection of grocery shopping.
“Who’s this?!” His father said, looking me up and down.
George covered his mouth to politely clear his throat. He had been brought up well.
“This is our friend Jamie.” He said, waving his hands at me as though I were a prized show dog. “Can he come hang out with us?”
The two older men sat down at our cluttered table. Its previous occupants had failed to remove their food wrappings and paper cups.
“Of course he can!” George’s father said. “I’m Martin.”
I shook Martin’s hand.
“And I’m Dave.” Said George’s father’s partner.
I did not know whether they were legally bound or not, although I could not discern any rings on their fingers.
“Hello, Dave!” I said, shaking his hand too.
Dave was a gruff northern gentleman, much older than Martin, but his homosexuality undercut his gruffness with a loving disposition. You could just tell he could never harm another living soul. Nor would he ever wish too.
“Are you boys finished?” Said Martin, looking at the fast food detritus.
“Yup!” We three said in tandem, then giggled coquettishly at our likemindedness.
During the car ride back to George’s home, I sat in the left outer seat, whilst George sat squashed in the middle. I tried my best not to nudge him with either my elbow or knee, but kept failing.
“Sorry.” I said, nursing George’s leg with an affectionate stroke.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt me.” He said, playfully nudging me back.
Martin looked at me through the rearview mirror, as the car sat at a set of slow traffic lights.
“So, Jamie, do you want to have a play around with us all this afternoon?”
I had no idea what this implied.
“Uh, sure, what game?” I said, looking around at the collection of faces that looked back at me.
George took over with some well-rehearsed patter.
“We strip off and dad films us.” He said, as casually as humanly possible. “Then we go upstairs and muck about on the bed.”
It was now my turn to cover my mouth and clear my throat, only in a less refined manner. You could also call this “choking”.
“You don’t have to.” Said Martin, as if we were discussing a game of tennis. “It’s just something we do.”
I leaned forward and looked over to gauge Jack’s take on this.
“You should, it’s fun!” He said, pressing his head against George’s.
While only a second in reality, it felt like I took an age to consider every moment of my life up until that point. I considered my mother. I considered my father. I considered my middle brother. I considered my eldest brother. I considered my relationship with them all. I considered my relationship with George and Jack. I considered these two pleasant men I had just met. I considered the potential of the afternoon ahead. I considered my life beyond that. I considered how miserable I had been for so long. I considered how best to combat the misery.
“Sure.” I said, with a shrug that falsely-implied that I received such offers all the time.
The car erupted into laughter as the tension broke.
“Good lad!” Said Dave, his hand subtly drifting over to his partner’s lap and giving it a rub.
For the rest of the journey, I stared blankly out the window. This was my go-to behaviour for most social situations. As George and Jack play-fought and giggled, I took in the leafy suburbs where I was being taken.
“Here we are!” Said Martin, pulling into a secluded driveway which sat before an impressive modern detached property.
“Home sweet home!” Said Dave, unbuckling his seatbelt along with the rest of us.
“Do you want help with the shopping?” I said, being the guest and all that.
“I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to you grabbing a bag, sure!” Said Martin, as we all poured out the vehicle.
I hauled two bags of tins and root vegetables into the house, following George’s two dads as they guided me through to the kitchen.
“Just leave them on the floor, Dave likes to sort things out.” Said Martin, rolling his eyes satirically.
“No I don’t!” Came a cry from Dave from the pantry.
“He does, he’s a control freak!” Said Martin, with a smile. “Never date a bloke, believe me.”
I passively placed my hands on my hips as I chuckled along to the pair’s charming banter.
“Nobody’d have me anyway.” I said, modestly.
“Don’t be daft!” Said Dave, as he emerged from the adjoining room. “You’re a good-looking lad!”
I looked about for the whereabouts of my two friends.
“They’ve gone into the lounge.” Said Martin, filling the kettle to boil some water. “Go sit with them, we won’t take long.”
I eventually found George and Jack sitting at either end of a comfy sofa. George patted the seat in the middle.
“Come sit with us, Jamie!” He said, a flirtatious twinkle in his eye.
As I made myself comfortable between the two boys, they both put their respective arms around me and snuggled up to my trembling form.
“We’ll start once this show’s finished.” Said George, watching a drab soap opera intently.
I now felt like I was taking part in one.
Martin soon sauntered in and began setting up a camcorder. Tape in. Battery checked. Lens cap off. This was clearly something of a long-running hobby for him and his family.
“Ready, lads?” He said, adjusting the curtains to let in more natural light.
“Yup!” We all said as a chorus, once again.
Record.
“Hi, this is Martin, and I’ve got three beautiful boys with me here today!” The man said, excitedly. “George and Jack viewers will have met already, but we’ve got a new face. Say ‘hello’ Jamie!”
“Hello.” I said, dryly.
Everyone laughed.
“So, are you looking forward to having a play about with us?” Said Martin, moving closer to give me a flattering close-up.
I smiled and nodded.
“You’re not scared or anything, are you?” Martin said, wanting to put me at ease as best he could.
“Nah, I’m having fun.” I said, looking side-to-side at George and Jack, who both gave me big, toothy grins.
“Well, we won’t hurt you.” Said George. “Unless you don’t mind a spank or two.”
I nodded again, my nerves so great that I found myself losing the power of speech altogether.
“No, that’s fine.” I eventually said, with a telling crackle in my voice.
More laughter, but it wasn’t mockery. It was just a way to break the growing tension.
“Shall we take off our T-shirts and jeans?” Said Jack, clearly eager to get the proceedings going.
“Yeah, go for it!” Said Martin, backing away from my close-up to fit all three of us in the shot.
Having now finished putting the shopping away, Dave joined us in the living room. He leaned against the door frame and watched as we three boys awkwardly stripped down to our underpants. I straightened my briefs out and patted my legs down, as a form of nervous tick.
“Where shall I put my stuff?” I said, looking about for a convenient space.
“Oh, just dump them on the headrest behind you.” Said Dave, moving further into the room and assisting with our disrobing.
“Wow, you all look great!” Said Martin, angling the camcorder up and down to take us in one by one.
“Think we’re gonna have some fun here.” Said Dave, standing next to his partner to take in our nubile bodies.
We three laughed apprehensively, feeling the lens of the camcorder gazing at our quivering forms.
“Did you turn the heating on, honey?” Said Martin, noticing me trembling.
“I did, don’t worry.” Said Dave, checking the thermostat. “Yep, it’s all good.”
“Sorry, I’m just excited.” I said, assuming they were referencing my involuntary shaking.
Everyone chuckled, as George and Jack returned their arms to around my shoulders. It felt really nice. I felt apart of something loving, for a change. I had no desire to be anywhere else.
“Can I have a kiss then?” Said George, gazing into my eyes, longingly.
“Sure.” I said, as I kissed the closest thing to a best friend I had.
“Don’t forget about me!” Said Jack, tapping my thigh.
I pulled away from George and began working away at Jack’s lips and tongue. He was definitely more passionate, moaning softly as us two possible-rivals for George’s affection got to know each other better by tonguing each other’s faces.
“You’re good at this!” Said Martin, kneeling on the floor to capture our mouths locked together.
I pulled away as I laughed uncontrollably.
“There had to be something.” I said, self-deprecatingly.
They all laughed, which again broke the rising tension. Not negative tension, just the yearning between five people enjoying one another, which some sorry folk might consider sinful. I could only imagine viewing the world in such a miserable way to be insufferable.
“Can we see those lovely dicks of yours now, boys?” Said Dave, apparently sharing directing duties with his camcorder-wielding lover.
“Yup.” We muttered in unison, slipping our underpants down to our knees.
We all had erections by this stage, which we stroked slowly for the camera. I mean, very slowly. I believe we all felt about ready to prematurely ejaculate. I noted George had been circumcised, but myself and Jack had not. My foreskin was the longest out of the two, which I now wished I cleaned more rigorously. It was a bit smelly, but nobody commented on it, thank goodness.
“How often do you wank, Jamie?” Said Martin, getting a good close-up of each set of genitals.
“Only every few days.” I said, trying not to accidentally whack the nearby camcorder with my stroking knuckles. “I share a bedroom with my middle brother, so I don’t get much privacy.”
“Oh golly, you must be about ready to burst then!” Said Dave, reaching down and giving his stepson’s balls a casual fondle.
“Absolutely.” I said, watching Dave at work. “I usually go to the local woods after dinner to do it.”
“Cool, we’ve done some outdoor stuff too.” Said Martin, now focussing on his son’s crotch. “I’ll have to give you a copy.”
I tilted my head to one side, to signify frustration.
“Nah, best not, my mum’ll probably find it.” I said, taking Jack’s dick and giving it a friendly, rhythmic tug.
“Mums don’t understand the privacy boys need.” Said George, muttering almost imperceptibly. “Stupid bitches.”
“Now, now!” Said Martin, reigning in his son’s apparent bitterness towards his own mother.
“Sorry.” Said George, angling up and kissing Dave hard on the mouth.
Before we all got too excited, thus ending playtime early, Martin stepped back to take in a final wide shot of the living room.
“Right, shall we all go upstairs then?” He said, turning off the camcorder once we replied with the affirmative.
As George, Jack, and myself discarded our underpants proper and pounced onto the king-sized bed, like a trio of frolicking kittens, Martin and Dave stripped off in the corner. Their erections had clearly been eager to be let loose.
“That’s bloody better!” Said Dave, pulling George off the bed and lowering him to midriff level. “Have at it, lad.”
As George sucked hungrily at his stepfather’s cock, Jack and I proceeded to kiss one another as we awaited further direction from Martin. Clearly, the man was so transfixed by the salacious goings on that he did not know, for the life of him, what to say.
“That’s great.” He said, unconsciously mimicking his son’s own stifled murmur from earlier.
When George decided to take a breather from bobbing his head up and down, Dave scooped the boy back up and returned him to the bed.
“Right, I’ve got something for the new boy to do.” Said Dave, a Cheshire cat grin spreading across his face. “George and Jack, you both get on your hands and knees.”
My two friends did as they were told, spreading their buttocks apart invitingly.
“And Jamie,” Dave continued, “you get your mouth in there and have a taste.”
I laughed nervously as my head neared George’s anus. I licked from balls to back, then slid my tongue into his sweaty bumhole.
“Now Jack’s, you fucking tart.” Said Dave, with Martin now mute with passion.
I discovered that Jack didn’t look after himself as well as his best friend looked after himself, but my searching tongue soon cleaned him up nicely. All the while, I continued to rub my own dick, which was now dripping with sticky precum.
“Fuck.” Said Martin, the camcorder shaking in his weakening grasp. “I’m gonna have to rest this down somewhere.”
Dave took the camera off his partner and placed it, at a careful angle, on the desk opposite the foot of the bed.
“That should do it!” Dave said, lifting up George and feverishly carried him across the landing into the boy’s own bedroom. “Come on, lad, I’m done waiting.”
Jack and myself giggled at the sudden change in direction the video had taken. Martin climbed onto the bed and kissed us both, then began sucking us off. As Jack and I were orally pleasured, we could hear George screaming in the other room. He was certainly having the time of his life, although his creaking bed signified it was about to give way.
“They’re really going at it!” Jack said, stroking Martin’s bobbing head.
“I don’t blame them.” I said, blowing a lung of air out as I fought back an orgasm.
Once the two in the other room roared with climactic joy, Martin got myself and Jack to toss off over each other. Jack was more physically active in general, so his load squirted higher than mine. His jet of cum hit my chin, which I licked away with a satisfied moan.
“That was nice.” I said, as I kissed Jack on the lips for the final time that day.
After we all got dressed, Dave drove me home, being sure to drop me off just around the corner from my house. I didn’t want to have to answer any questions from my parents, mostly due to simple physical exhaustion. I sucked Dave’s dick before I climbed out of the car, with the taste and stink of George’s messy colon still lingering on it. This made me achieve a second orgasm. Inside my home, the family had fallen quiet. I found them at the dinner table, eating the evening meal and chatting jovially. Clearly things had come to a head and relationships patched-up. I sat down, volunteering an explanation of my whereabouts that afternoon, naturally omitting certain details, and ate a meal that my body really needed.
From that day forth, myself, George, and Jack went around as a threesome. Jack never seemed put out by my presence, and George certainly liked the attention of two males. We would hang out with Martin and Dave now and then, making the odd video here and there, all of which I found to give me purpose in life.
I loved my new family, possibly more so than my bickering biological one, and I never went into town alone again.
THE END
