Contains male on male sex. All characters are over 18.
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I've been friends with James for many years. More than friends, of course, ever since we found out we were both bisexual - bisexuals who blurred the lines between friends and lovers. We would hang out and we would fuck in equal measure: go to action movies and jerk each other off in the back row; watch football and give each other head at halftime; we'd share girls and then each other. Close friends and family didn't know what to make of us. Where we buddies or were we a couple? I guess we'd call ourselves friends with benefits, but we generally let people think what they want.
I was sure James' parents must have thought we were a couple when they invited us to their country house for a weekend. I'd never met them before and knew only what James had told me: that they had grown up in the last gasp of the hippy era and never really moved on. I inferred from this that they were only too keen to prove their liberal credentials by inviting their son and his "boyfriend" to stay. I couldn't help thinking it was a little weird, but I agreed to go. A weekend in the country and some home-cooked meals sounded like fun.
James and I took a train from the city early on a Friday afternoon. The journey took over three hours, including a transfer to a local regional service that stopped at every backwater Podunk on the line. James' parents' stop could have been any one of them. A footbridge crossed the tracks to a small, old wooden building that was little more than a waiting area, ticket office, and a couple of restrooms. James' mother and father were there to greet us, smiling warmly.
"Justin, this is my mom and dad, Guy and Sue."
I could see where James got his good looks from. They must have been close to fifty, but they both looked ten years younger. Guy had salt and pepper hair and a tanned, lined face, but had a lean jawline and a youthful exuberance in his eyes that belied his age. He was significantly beefier than his son, who I often teased for being a "twink". Guy wore a red and black plaid shirt that sat on broad shoulders. It was open at his muscular chest, exposing a fine patch of hair that matched the color on his head. Blue jeans sat on his narrow waist. I thought he looked like Harry Hamlin.
James got his small frame from his mother. Sue was a little over five foot and she too was toned and tanned. She wore yoga pants and running shoes, and a loose sweatshirt that was unable to hide the swell of an impressive bust that was at odds with her petite body. She had a blond bob, with subtle highlights, and smiling green eyes.
James kissed his mother and embraced his father in a hearty bear hug. I moved in to offer Sue a friendly hug, which she accepted enthusiastically, kissing me wetly on the cheek. I extended a hand to Guy, who responded with "Screw that!" gripping me in the same bear hug as his son.
"Frances at home?" asked James.
"Yep, holding down the fort," replied Guy, taking a suitcase in each hand, and heading for the exit.
Pleasantries were exchanged as we walked across the gravel lot to Guy's jeep. Sue snaked an arm around both James' waist and mine and we walked in step. She planted another kiss on James' cheek. "I've missed my boy!"
"Aw, mom!" laughed James.
We loaded up the jeep and began the drive to the house. James caught up on family business: Grandma was moving in with Uncle Steven; Frances - James' sister - had gotten early admission to her first choice of school. The drive took a little over half an hour through country back roads and the sun began to set as we approached the house.
The house was more of a compound, sitting on several acres surrounded by trees. The main house had a log cabin façade, as did the smaller surrounding buildings: a three-car garage, and another building adjacent to a pool. As Guy parked the jeep in front of the house, the front door opened, and a young girl emerged. James stepped out of the vehicle, and the girl ran into his arms.
"Frannie!"
"James!"
Frances was pretty young thing. Petite, like her mother, but closer in height to James. She had shoulder length light brown hair, a broad smile, and James's green-brown eyes. She wore a cream-colored top, a denim skirt, and pink flip-flops on her feet.
As the siblings caught up, I helped Guy unload the jeep and bring our luggage into the house. I followed Guy upstairs. "We've got you both in James' old room, if that's okay." Very progressive, I thought.
James and Sue prepared a late dinner and the five of us shared a couple of bottles of wine. After the long train journey, we decided to retire early, and James and I found ourselves alone in his old bedroom. It seemed to be frozen in time from the time he left; his college textbooks still on the shelves, posters of local bands from the early 2000s still on the walls.
We got into bed naked. Although we were both too tired to play, I pressed my semi-hard penis against his firm ass. "Does it feel weird doing this under your parents' roof?" I teased. He playfully elbowed me in the ribs. I smiled, rolled over, and drifted off to sleep.
I woke several hours later to the sound of voices.
