Driving Home for Christmas

Jake nodded. "Girls don't want sex as much as guys want it; well, not the girls I know. So it makes sense for guys to get together when we feel horny. There's a lot of stuff two guys can do together in the sack... I mean, the possibilities are almost endless!"

"Are the two of you... you know... going the whole way?"

"I thought we had a no questions policy about sex," Jake said flatly.

I smiled. Pity I'd introduced that rule when the shoe had been on the other foot.

"But I don't mind telling you, yes," he added. And then, with a smirk: "Very much so, actually."

"And obviously you like it?"

He grinned. "What's there not to like?"

I pulled off the motorway and indicated to take the road towards home.

As we drove into town, I asked Jake about the other guys he hooked up with.

"In a shared flat, everyone knows everyone's business. So it's kind of common knowledge – without anyone actually saying so – that Marcus and I are... well... a bit more than mates. The guys know we're both seeing girls but they know what goes on between us when he stays over. I mean, the walls are pretty thin and my bedframe creaks like you wouldn't believe..."

I smiled.

"Some of the guys are curious themselves, or have mates who are too horny for their girlfriends, so word gets around and... well... just like happens with you, sometimes other opportunities arise."

"I hope you're being careful, Jake," I cautioned.

"Of course," he smiled. "I've always got a few boxes of size U in the drawer."

I smiled back, wondering if that meant that, like Guy, he was only prepared to use the backsides of such young men and didn't offer to bend over in return.

"I don't know about you, though," he added, as if reading my thoughts, "it's best to have a few other sizes stashed away too, for when... you know... things get really interesting!"

He chuckled and I laughed with him. So he did like it both ways.

I wondered which way around he preferred it; I myself had yet to reach a conclusion. With some guys I seemed to strongly like it one way; with others, I would enjoy it only if the tables were turned.

"But, like I said," he went on, "Marcus and I like the same stuff and it works for us. Other guys can be too demanding, or too crude or just plain disgusting. I don't know about you, but there has to be a certain level of cleanliness for me to able to... you know..."

I nodded. "Absolutely."

"And some guys," he went on, as if wanting to unburden his observations onto someone who would be able to relate to them, "are just so annoyingly quick!"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you find that with some guys, the two of you have hardly shown him your butt when he's... well... squirting all over it and apologising."

I smiled. "I think that's probably more of a problem at your age than mine."

He nodded. "Well, it's really irritating. It's like they've been wondering about what it might be like to get together with another guy for so long that they're just totally blown away when they actually get to do it, and the bloody thing goes off in their own hand!"

I chuckled, wondering if that might have happened to Jake on his first time with Marcus; he had, after all, clearly been in a state of some anticipation himself after loitering outside my bedroom door for a good six months.

"It must be quite frustrating," I commented.

"If it's a guy who you've been looking forward to... you know... hooking up with for a while... yeah... it kind of is."

"Have you ever had two guys at the same time?" I asked him, wondering if this might be a question too far.

But Jake just smirked. "It kind of broadens the possibilities doesn't it?"

I smiled back. I was developing quite a knack for being the middle guy in what someone had rather eloquently termed a 'train'. The position had, when we'd correctly aligned ourselves, offered the most satisfying sex I'd ever had.

"Have you ever had a foursome?" Jake asked with his smile broadening into a mischievous grin. "All guys."

"Not yet," I admitted with a chuckle. "But I wouldn't say no. What about you?"

"Same answer," he replied, still grinning.

I drove onto our estate, feeling pleased that we were able to speak so frankly with one another. We both had women in our lives but we both enjoyed our men too. Like father, like son, I thought.

"I wish more men were as liberated as we are," I told him. "I think the world would be a more harmonious place."

"Have you thought about setting up a blog about your experiences?" he asked. "To encourage other guys to be more... you know... experimental..."

"Not really," I replied. "There are quite a few of them online already. They can come across as a bit preachy."

"Well, maybe write a story, then," he suggested. "Yeah, it would make a pretty good read."

"After everything I've been through, it'd probably be longer than 'Lord of the Rings'."

He grinned over at me. "That would make a pretty good title! You should definitely write it."

I smiled. "Don't you think there'd be too many holes in the plot?"

He chuckled and took up the bait. "I'm sure there's a big opening in the market, though."

"It'd be easy to get started, but I don't think I could face a sloppy ending."

He groaned and then laughed as I pulled into our drive. The cat was waiting for us, meowing at the front door.

We turned to each other and smiled.

We were home.

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