Just friends?

Patrick, Aiden and Callum had known each other since school. Their friendship had blossomed through going to music festivals, playing football together, drinking, talking about girlfriends and everything else that lads their age get up to. They had always seen themselves as straight, however the increased wrestling and play fighting between Aiden and Callum forced a thought in Patrick's mind as to whether there was something more there.

Now this is what guys do is it not? It's all about male dominance and proving yourself as the alpha male, but this night was to take a sexually exotic turn. They had decided to crash at Aiden's house after the pub. After all, he had the house all to himself for the summer. It was an opportunity to have another drink and smoke without a tirade of aggro from his parents.

The last three cans of lager were consumed, as Patrick watched Aiden and Callum play Playstation on the sofa. Midnight had come and gone, and the early hours were upon them.

Aiden and Callum had strawberry blond hair, high cheekbones and angelic lips. Patrick was brown haired and freckled, with beautiful cheekbones. All three of them stood at just under six foot tall, with skinny but toned bodies. The definition of twinks. Patrick had a smattering of hair on his lower legs, but that was it. Aiden and Callum themselves were smooth as silk all over. What they shared and had in common was their typical laddish haircut; shaved sides, with a flop of messy medium length hair on top, very military like.

Callum pondered out loud, "Patrick, who do you think would win in a fight between me and Aiden?". "Dunno", Patrick barked back, imagining the fight ensue. He pictured the two of them wrestling in front of him, grappling and rolling around for dominance. A twitch in his crotch made him think that the situation could be arousing. Confused by this, he quickly changed the subject.

Whilst the three of them were all good friends, Patrick often looked to Callum as his best friend. Did he want to be the one wrestling with Callum? It certainly seemed to excite him. He wondered as to why Callum would want to wrestle with Aiden and not him.
"Are we going to bed? I'm tired", said Patrick, hoping for a curtain call to the evening's proceedings. "Yeah i'm tired mate, but it looks like Callum is calling me out" chuckled Aiden. As Callum and Aiden glanced at each other up and down, Aiden said "Come on Callum, wanna wrestle then?", as he poked him in the ribs. Both guys murmured and laughed as they tickled one another, leading to a scramble on the sofa. Soft play fighting ensued, as Callum forced Aiden into a headlock. They immaturely grappled, as Patrick observed with a glint in his eye. He found the moment weirdly erotic.  

As the minutes passed, Patrick observed as both of his friend's cocks were wild with excitement. This gulf of sexual tension between the Aiden and Callum set Patrick's heart off like a raging bull. As Aiden smiled at Callum, the pair locked eyes and came face to face as both boy's noses touched. Their lips locked, and Patrick's boner hit the roof of his boxer shorts. They began snogging, slurping, tongue wrestling, and above all, were wild with sexual desire and lust for each other.

Callum placed his hands around Aiden's neck as they kissed, with his smooth palms often gently caressing Aiden's smooth twinky face. Patrick could see how their cocks were growing with every kiss, as the pair grunted gently, seemingly overwhelmed at their chance to have such physical contact with the other one. Patrick, loving this homoerotic moment, gently placed his hand over his penis, as he ever so carefully fondled the tip of his firmly hard dick. He wanted a piece of the action, but didn't want to spoil this paradise moment of pleasure.

As both boys grew into the kiss, Aiden lifted his left leg over and around Callum's right leg. This twink like human sculpture aroused Patrick to such an extent, that it forced him to his feet and he began masturbating over his best friends. Timing the moment perfectly, both Aiden and Callum removed their shirts to unveil two bronzed hairless torso's. Both of them were now half naked, as Patrick clutched onto his hairless ball-sack and shut his eyelids with such mellow intent. He couldn't believe how much this was turning him on.

Both guys were now sinking into the sofa, collapsing a little more with every passing moment of male desire. They were soon lying down, arms wrapped around each other in an effort to hug tighter and tighter as the minutes passed. Callum began unzipping his jeans, as did Aiden. The pair of them were fashioning skinny dark denim jeans, gradually lowering to their ankles as Callum pulled Aiden's pants and vice versa. The boys kicked off their pants at the same time unveiled two pairs of brilliant white tube socks with a red lining at the top.

Patrick's heart sank even lower, as it became apparent that his best friends were sporting some extremely tight briefs. His insides fluttered with nervousness. He found it quite shocking that such sporty boys would don such feminine looking underpants. Of course, he did see the horny side of it, and began to lubricate his penis with the pre-cum that had appeared. He felt his tip twinge every so often, sending an electric shock through his toned yet athletic body.

Up until now, it had all been ever so gentle between Aiden and Callum. They approached each other with such mellowness, however in this moment, with both of them in nothing but briefs and socks, their lust grew into a surreal yet tender physical battle. Their bodies locked as if to engage in a wrestling match, as once again their lips met and their hands started running through the other guy's soft blond hair. The sound of their bodies entwined sent Patrick into a frenzy. Their rock hard abs were almost glued together like Lego bricks, as Aiden wrapped his lightly blond haired legs around Callum's. The sound of skin smacking against skin was almost too much for Patrick, as he pulled his jeans to thigh level and whipped out his bulging penis, rubbing the shaft as vigorously as possible.

As Patrick was still dressed and sweating from the intimate moment between the two, he flung off his jumper to revel his similarly rock hard abs. With one hand on his cock and the other exciting his nipples, his jaw lowered as Aiden and Callum were now pulling off each other's briefs. Both guys were now ready for battle in nothing apart from their cute white socks.

Aiden and Callum collided in a mess of sweaty kissing, with Aiden pulling on Callum's bottom lip every so often. They fell back to the sofa, as Aiden began wanking off Callum as they kissed. Callum returned the favor, and soon their cocks were as erect as a ten story building. The two of them pulled their foreskins back, and gently began cock fighting like two proud warriors with swords. Occasionally, Callum would hold his dick against Aiden's and rub their shafts together at the same time, resulting in an outpouring of cries and grunts.

The sweaty pair took a moment to observe Patrick, as they both smiled at his gleeful wanking over the two of them. Returning to each other's eyes, Callum said softly "Can I fuck you Aiden?". The atmosphere in the room had hit boiling point, as Aiden smiled at his friend and opened up his legs for Callum.

A condom wasn't in the question. Aiden wanted to feel Callum's bare throbbing dick inside of him. Grabbing some lube from underneath the sofa that Aiden would often use to wank with, Callum smeared his cock and gently inserted it into Aiden's hairless hole. The two friends were now panting as Callum began to breed Aiden, with the ever so sweet sound of dick in crack reverberating around the room. For the next five minutes they were engulfed in pure sexual pleasure, and as Aiden's arse began to sweat, it made it easier from Callum to pound against his friend's perfect bubble bum.

They locked hands as they fucked, fingers clasped, with the odd kiss every so often as they slowed the pace and started it back up again. It was heaven for the pair of them, and the sight of Aiden's cock bouncing against his own abs was enough to almost make Patrick ejaculate too early. Patrick looked away for a moment to absorb the moment.
As he looked back, he could see that Aiden's legs were wrapped around Callum's waist, as the skinny twinks bounced up and down on the cream leather sofa. "I wanna fuck you Callum!" shouted Aiden, resulting in a nod from his mate. They switched positions as Aiden lay behind his partner. He lifted and wrapped Callum's leg up and over his outstretched leg, and without hesitation began to fuck him wildly. It was pure bliss for them.

Callum nor Aiden had ever had anal sex, and had never even had sex with another guy. Patrick wondered as to why the two of them had taken to it with such ease. For five minutes Callum sat on Aiden's penis with such joy and charm. "Right, my turn again!" said Callum with a playful smile. They resumed their original positions.

The heavy fucking ensued, and Callum was having the time of his life. Aiden looked exhausted, but brimming with desire as he looked into Callum's eyes. They were in love. Their dicks seemed the same size, seven inches, and pre cum seemed to be oozing from Aiden's helmet as they fucked.

"You gonna cum Patrick?" yelped Aiden as he tensed his anus around Callum's throbbing dick. "You better hurry up and cum mate!" he added. Aiden resumed his puppy dog look to Patrick, shouting "You near?". Callum, nodding at his sex buddy, started thrusting quicker and quicker against Aiden's arse, with the sound of his thighs bashing against Aiden's bum and legs ringing around the room like a warning siren. The pair, grunting heavier and heavier, embraced in a lover's tangle and Callum pulled his cock out of Aiden and within five seconds Patrick was standing over the pair of them. Patrick's dick exploded with semen from a great height, emerging like a waterfall onto Callum and Aiden as they kissed. With both boys on the bed, they hurriedly wanked as their sweaty embrace forced their cocks to touch and they simultaneously ejaculated over the other's chest at the same time.

The first sign of morning light began to shine through the window of the room, as the dim light bulb above cast an exhausting moment for the trio. Callum and Aiden were tangled up on the bed, as Patrick sat cross-legged in front of them. "Fuck, that was horny!" whispered Patrick, observing the two twinks tangled to oblivion. "That felt so good" Callum replied. "Did you enjoy it Aiden? How did it feel to have your best mate's dick inside you?", added Callum, gleaming with content. "The best" said Aiden as he smiled and locked eyes with Callum once more. He gave his mate a gentle kiss on the lips and retreated to the bathroom to clean himself. It has to be said however, he relished the feeling of being covered in Callum's cum. 

Patrick maneuvered his way to a single bed in the corner, pulling down his jeans to catch a couple of hours sleep in his boxer shorts. Aiden emerged from the bathroom pulling up his briefs, to which Callum followed suit. The pair who had fucked collapsed in a pile of arms and legs on the bed,  as Aiden nestled his head under Callum's chin and spooned themselves to sleep. Patrick, brimming with a cocktail of horny confusion and envy, pondered on how it must of felt to have had Patrick's throbbing cock inside him. Could it be his turn next?

Stay tuned to find out.