****All characters are fictional and are over the age of 18*****
Chapter 03 of the Brief Encounters Anthology:
Best Friends
It was a few weeks before the end of senior year when I had a sleepover with my two best friends, Dylan and Nick. The three of us had been friends since elementary school since we lived in the same neighborhood. We went through middle school and high school together. Some of us had it easy, while some of us didn't. I didn't have a good time. I was gay so that led to a lot of guys picking on me. But thankfully, I have friends like Dylan and Nick to come and defend me. Specially Nick. He was ready to throw hands if needed.
Dylan was tall and thin, he stood at six feet two inches. He was on the basketball team naturally. He was the jokester of the trio. Always cracking a joke even in the darkest of moments. Nick was the shortest of the trio, he was five feet and six inches tall but he worked out a lot. The man boxed and was on the school soccer team. He was a bit more serious but he had a soft side to him. He and Dylan would get into fights from time to time, however.
And then there was me. Well, I'm gay obviously and they both know it. Unfortunately, I have never had sex with either of them even though I've dreamt about it a few times. I was the middle of the trio, I was six feet even and thin. My muscles were located on my lower body as I played tennis a lot.
The school day had ended and so was the school week. Like I said previously, senior year was due to end and thus the end of high school for me. Me, Dylan, and Nick were some of the few who were over 18 due to when our birthdays landed. I had no plans for the weekend.
Dylan bumped into me with a smile on his face, "Hey, Myles, what are you doing after school?" He had his blue and orange basketball uniform on.
I shrugged, "I have nothing in mind. How about you?"
"Nothing. I was thinking why don't we go to my house and play some games."
"Like a sleepover? Aren't we a little old for that?"
"I mean if you don't want to that's fine."
It didn't bother me at all. It's just been a long time since we had a sleepover. "Sure, I'm down. You wanna go ask Nick?"
"Of course, let's go ask that shrimp taco."
The two of us laughed and walked to the soccer field.
When we got to the field Nick was still in practice. So Dylan and I sat on the bleachers and waited for practice to end.
The practice had finally ended. Nick noticed us right away and grabbed his bag, then walked to us. "What's up losers?" Nick said covered in sweat.
"Nothing much," I bent forward, "We were wondering if you wanted to have a sleepover at Dylan's?"
A confused look was on his face, "Sleepover? What are we twelve?"
"Oh come on? We only have a few weeks left before we all depart high school. I figured it would be cool to have a sleepover."
"It's a little gay, don't you think? No offense, Myles."
"A lot is taken," I said sarcastically.
Dylan's phone vibrated. He looked at the text message and cursed, "Never mind, my mom is having her boyfriend over tonight. The two will probably be fucking. I definitely don't want to be home for that."
"Fine, we can have the sleepover at my house," Nick said, "My mom is working a double and my dad is still on his business trip."
"Perfect!" I added, "We can try that new pizza place by your house."
"Good point!" Nick said, "Let me hit the showers and I'll be right out."
Nick left the locker room and showered.
A few minutes later, he reunited with us and we walked to his house. Nick had swapped his soccer team uniform to black shorts that ended just above his knee and a white tank top. As we walked we talked about what pizza topping we were going to get. We got to the pizza place and ordered the pizza. When it was done, we went straight to Nick's house.
We each made a plate and went to his room to play video games.
For the next few hours, the three of us played Mario Kart, Street Fighter, and some Call of Duty. It was now 8 pm at night and Nick suggested we watch the new Chris Hemsworth movie. Which we unanimously agreed to watch.
When the movie had ended it was almost 11 pm. Nick got off his bed and stretched, "Fuck, I'm still energized. What do you guys want to do next?"
"Fuck if, I know," said Dylan.
"We can play some more games?" I suggested.
"Nah, Nick has lost too much today."
"Fuck off!" Nick replied angrily.
Dylan brushed off the comment, "Quick to anger," he teased.
The thing with Nick was that he was quick to anger. And Dylan knew this. This often led to an argument. Nick grunted and walked to the door but while doing so he kicked Dylan's leg. Dylan's reaction was to pull on Nick's shorts, exposing his red and blue checkered boxers. Nick laughed and removed his hand. "Pizza face," Nick said. Referring to the time Dylan had an acne problem.
This aggravated Dylan. From the floor, he sprung up to his feet and wrapped his arm around Nick, "What you say, Shrimp taco?"
The two then began to fight. However, it was clear they were playfully doing it as they were both laughing. They always insulted each other. I stood up and rested my butt on the desk next to his bed as I already knew what was going to happen. Nick pushed Dylan away from him and the two locked arms once again. The two began to wrestle and I was the referee.
I stood there as my two best friends wrestled one another. Dylan had pushed Nick against the bed which allowed him to springboard himself onto Dylan. The two wrestled on the ground for a bit before both of them stood up. Once again, they locked arms Nick got the upper hand on Dylan and got him in a headlock. But it seemed that he was holding the head too tight as Dylan started to yell to let go. Nick wasn't letting go he was waiting for the tap, but Dylan wasn't giving it to him. Instead, Dylan did something else. He reached for Nick's boxers and grabbed them pulling them down.
My eyes widened and my jaw dropped in shock. I was expecting to see Nick's privates but I didn't. Instead, I saw he had underwear under his boxers. Not just any underwear. He had on a pair of white briefs under his boxers.
Embarrassed, Nick released Dylan and quickly pulled up his shorts and boxers.
Dylan looked at me in shock and then we turned to Nick. "Shut up!" Nick said.
"You wear tighty whities?" I said.
Dylan and I both started to laugh.
"I said 'Shut up!'"
Dylan sat down on the desk chair with his hand on his face. His face was turning red from laughter. Nick's face was turning red but for a different reason. "Stop laughing you two! Myles wears briefs too!"
