Whenever I think back to my youth, I can't help but think of my friend David. My best friend for so long and the only man in my life I had ever loved.
I met David when I was a teenager. We were in the school athletics team together and we were in constant competition with each other. He was taller than me and had more power in his limbs, but I was smaller and a lot faster. It made for great competition.
As we grew, we left school, went to university together, studied the same degree together (Sports Science) and essentially did everything together. We were closer than brothers. We would party, hang, even score together. On more than one occasion we'd managed to pull girls who wanted us both at the same time and who were we to disagree with their desires?
However, my time with David changed when we were in our mid twenties. We were living together in a nice two bedroom flat with a great view of South London. By this point we'd been living together as room mates for about 6 years with nary an argument. We worked as personal trainers for the same chain of health clubs, though in different centres across London.
Because of our jobs, we were both very fit. As I said, I was shorter, my 5'9 frame being lean and toned, with excellent muscle definition. My blonde hair was always slightly unkempt but the ladies seemed to like it, so I kept it at length but didn't bother with styling it. David on the other hand was very meticulous about his appearance. Every Saturday he was at the barbershop for a beard trim (designer stubble was always his thing) and a haircut. He'd usually follow that up with a body wax and then he'd buy some clothes or something for the impending night out we'd be planning.
Being two single guys, Saturday nights were our hunting grounds. Almost without fail we'd both go out, hit the clubs, meet some attractive young things and bring them home for drinks and, well, you can guess the rest. Sometimes we'd bring home one girl between us, a few times we brought home a group and it turned into a bit of an orgy. It was a fun life.
Because of all this, both David and I were very comfortable with seeing each other naked. We could easily walk through the flat in the nude and the other wouldn't ever say a word. There was never anything sexual between us, until that first night. That night which changed everything.
We'd been out on our normal Saturday night prowl, but for some reason, probably due to the winter weather outside, we didn't manage to find anyone to bring home. That wasn't for the lack of trying, incidentally. David had made some great progress with a young dental nurse with an amazing body when her boyfriend randomly turned up in the club and we both made a hasty getaway to save ourselves from a distinct beating.
So come 2am, we returned home, cold, quite drunk and horny, yet entirely frustrated.
We both plonked down on the sofa, a little deflated.
"Ugh, I can't believe we struck out" David moaned. I grunted an agreement with him. We'd had such a long period of success with ladies, we were stunned that we'd finally had a weekend with no one to have sex with.
"I think I might watch some porn. It would be a shame to let this buzz go to waste," I said, getting up to go to my room
"Wait" David replied, "bring your laptop out here, I'll roll a joint and we'll watch a porno together, like we used to".
I hadn't thought of it in ages. When we were in University we didn't have the best internet connection, so we ended up sharing one computer for all of our porn and frequently would sit side by side jerking off to some film I'd downloaded from a filesharing site.
"Alright , you get rolling, I'll get the computer" I replied.
I scrabbled on my desk, unplugging cables and retrieving the laptop charger from my messenger bag. As I walked back into the living room I smelled the distinct aroma of David's particular breed of weed. He'd gotten a couple of beers and set them on the coffee table as he was taking away on the joint.
I sat down next to him, took the joint and took a long toke. It had been so long since I'd gotten high, the smoke hurt my lungs and I coughed. David laughed
"You fucking lightweight" he chortled, taking the joint back from me.
I flipped him the bird as I opened the laptop and opened up the browser, directing to a favourite video site of mine. I connected the HDMI lead to the TV and shared the screen so David could help pick what to watch.
"Well?" I asked him, "what do you want to watch".
David paused for a second, holding the weed smoke in his lungs. When he finally exhaled, he said "search for MMF threesome."
"Why?" I pondered.
"Because if that girl's boyfriend hadn't turned up, that's what we were going to be doing" he smirked.
"She was interested in me too?"
"Yeah, man"
"fuck. She was so hot too."
