Special Relationships
by David Heulfryn

 

Mum and Dad had agreed that James could come to our celebratory dinner and also he could stay over. I was excited. Max was also excited, although he tried not to show it. Mum knew I would be in the bedroom with them, so nothing untoward would go off.

Before we went to the restaurant, Mum made us make up a camp bed, and she sorted out some sheets and a duvet.

We were seated at a circular table. Max and James sat next to each other, I sat next to Max, and Dad sat next to James. During the meal, I could tell they were restraining themselves but would sometimes hold each other’s hands underneath the table.

When we got home, we all sat together in the living room, watching some television. Max wanted to go to our room with James, but James said it would be best to spend time with our parents. I stayed with them. We were like three wise monkeys squished together on the sofa. Mum smiled when she noticed they were holding hands.

It was getting late, and I was getting tired. I said that I was going to bed. Max and James looked at each other, and Max said they should also go to bed.

The three of us were standing in our bedroom. It felt awkward. Max and I hadn’t discussed what would happen when we went to bed. And now we were unsure. James looked between us and wondered what was happening. I decided that having James there wouldn’t make me change my routine. I started to strip and left to brush my teeth once I was naked.

I could hear the faint voices of Max and James deciding what to do, but it seemed Max chickened out of going to bed naked as he joined me in the bathroom wearing his white briefs. James came soon after in his dark boxer briefs. I spat out the minty foam and rinsed my mouth. I felt like being naughty, so I pulled down Max’s briefs as I went back to the bedroom.

“Pack it in, Min!” Max squealed as he squirmed to pull up his briefs and cover up himself. I had no idea why he was so modest as James, and I had seen him naked.

I jumped into bed and waited for Max and James to come back. I could hear they’d finished brushing their teeth and were now talking. Then there was silence, and I sighed. I hoped they weren’t getting up to something in our bathroom.

I kept my eyes glued to the door, waiting for them to come back, and when they did, I squealed.

Max came in first and was naked. He carried his tiny white briefs in his hand, and behind him, James followed, equally naked. My eyes looked at his cock and balls, and my jaw hung open. Max closed the door and waited by the light switch as James climbed into the small camp bed. Both boys were grinning, knowing they gave me what I’d wanted for weeks. And I wasn’t disappointed.

James looked big. His cock was thick and long and swung like a pendulum as he walked. His balls hung low and loose in their sac. The entire package was crowned by a thick bush of straw-coloured pubes. I couldn’t take my eyes off his crotch, and my cock grew hard instantly. I imagined what James looked like when his cock was hard and thought about Max struggling to put it in his mouth.

Max turned off the light and climbed into bed. The naked image of James was imprinted on my retinas.

“Well, Min? Are you satisfied now?” Max asked.

I didn’t want to speak. I just wanted to wank. I ran out of the room and back into the bathroom. My cock exploded after two strokes. I cleaned up and went back to bed.

“I hope you haven’t left a mess in there,” Max said as I pulled my duvet across my naked body.

“I always do because I don’t have a boyfriend to swallow mine.”

“What the fuck!” James was shocked. “Have you told him?”

“I’ve told you that we tell each other everything,” Max told James.

“I know, but I didn’t think you meant absolutely everything.”

“I told you how he keeps badgering me to know how big you are,” Max said.

“And I still don’t know.” I chipped in. “He looks big soft, but I still don’t know how big he is when he’s hard.”

“I am here, you know.” James chuckled. “And I don’t intend to let you see me hard.”

“Spoilsport!” I blew James a raspberry.

James started chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” Max asked.

“I knew you two were close, and you’ve told me about your conversations before you went to sleep, but I had no idea just how close you were. It’s cute. I can’t imagine being this close to my younger brother. Besides, we have our own bedrooms, so we can’t talk like this.”

“It’s all Min’s fault,” Max explained. “He started asking me personal questions, and before long, we literally had no secrets between us. He even admitted to watching me masturbate one time.”

“Max!” I whined. “Why did you have to tell him that? It’s embarrassing.”

“Sorry, Min.”

“I’m ashamed I watched and invaded your privacy.”

“It’s alright, Min. I’ve got over it. Besides, we’ve both masturbated in the same room since then.”

“I know. That was fun.” I giggled.

“Can I ask a question?” James spoke. “Why are you calling Finn, Min? You always call him Finn.”

Max chuckled, “It’s our special name. Max and Min. Maximum and Minimum. We always called him Min when he was a baby, but it stopped when we grew up. I now only call him Min when we are alone.”

“That’s so sweet,” James said. “I don’t have a name for my little brother. Except for squirt.”

We heard movement downstairs. Our parents were coming upstairs to go to bed. We stopped talking, waiting for them to settle. Our door opened, and Mum poked her head into our room. The light from the landing shone onto Max’s bed. She could see that he was alone. I suspected this was the reason she checked in on us.

“Good night, Boys.” She said.

“Good night.” We three responded, and she quietly closed the door.

We waited until they were in bed.

“She was checking that you and James weren’t up to something,” I whispered.

“I know,” Max replied.

“What would you be doing if I weren’t here?” I asked.

“Min. You really need a boyfriend of your own. You’re obsessed with my sex life.” Max said.

“What sex life?” I giggled, and I could hear James trying to stifle a laugh.

“You’re just jealous, Min. I have a gorgeous boyfriend, and you don’t.”

“Thanks, Max,” James said. “I think you’re gorgeous too.”

“Stop it, you two, you’re making me feel sick listening to you love birds.” I pretended to gag.

“We’re in love, Min.” Max sighed.

“I know. And I’m glad for you. You two make a cute couple.” I said.

We heard the squeaks as James turned over in the camp bed.

“Are you alright, James?” Max asked.

“I feel like a gooseberry. It’s like I’m not here, or I’m disturbing your private time together.” James sighed. “You two have such a special and unique relationship. I’m glad you feel you can share it with me, but I’m an outsider to that relationship.”

“We don’t mean to,” Max said. “We very rarely get to have sleepovers, and I’m glad you’re here. No one knows the relationship me and Min have. You are the only one which we have shared this with. But now Mum and Dad have gone to bed. I’m hoping you’ll come and join me.”

“You’re not going to get up to something with me in the room!” I butted in. “I don’t want to see that.”

“Don’t be daft, Min. We are just going to go to sleep. But make sure the alarm is on early so James can get back into the camp bed before Mum gets up.”

I reached over to my bedside table and fiddled with the alarm.

“Hang on,” James chimed up, “who said I want to get into your bed, Max.”

“I did.” Max was adamant, and I heard him pull his duvet back, “Now get in.”

James did what he was told, and I heard him get off the camp bed.

“You feel cold,” Max commented.

“Well, wrap yourself around me to warm me up,” James said.

I heard my brother fidget as he and his boyfriend squeezed together on the single bed.

“This feels nice.” James sighed. “I love the feel of your cock in my crack.”

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Max whispered.

I heard Max kiss James’ neck and snuggle in close.

“I love being here with you,” Max whispered in James’ ear.

I turned over and snuggled alone under my quilt. I felt sad. I felt like I was losing Max, that he didn’t need me anymore. The room was silent as I didn’t tell Max I loved him.

I was sad but also selfish, as I was jealous of James. He had taken my brother for the night. It used to be me that Max spooned when we shared a bed. My bed felt empty.

It was Max who broke the silence. “Good night, Min. I love you so much. James will never replace you.”

“I love you too, Max. And I’m happy that you and James have found each other.” I sniffed away a tear.

“Finn,” James spoke, “Max is a special person. He thinks of you all the time. I’ve not said this to him, but I think he looks up to you.”

“Really,” I said.

“He’s never admitted it. But he tries to be more like you. More confident and less uptight.”

“James!” Max complained. “But I think he’s right, Min. I may be the big brother, but I think you are the better brother.”

“Stop it.” I had a few tears on my cheek. “Thank you, James. Max loves you very much.”

“And I love him.”

“I love you, Max,” I said.

“I love you too, Min.”

We settled for the night and drifted off to sleep.

 

Something woke me early. The sun was up, and our bedroom was illuminated. I heard moaning from Max’s side of the room. I cracked open my eyes and saw Max kissing James. It was a deep kiss, their tongues playing with each other.

The duvet was tossed aside, and James lay on his back with Max on his side, leaning against him. Their faces were mashed together, so they couldn’t see anything but each other. Max’s hand was stroking James’ hard cock. I now knew how big he was. Even from across the room, I could see how thick and long it was. Max’s hand gripped it hard. James moaned into Max’s mouth. Max wanked his boyfriend harder. James’ moans got louder. Max took his tongue out of his mouth and told him to be quiet. Max looked over in my direction. I lay motionless, pretending to be asleep.

Max thrust his tongue back into James’ throat. I looked at his cock and saw drops of fluid fly, I supposed this was precum, and he was leaking a lot of it.

My cock was aching as I watched my brother pleasure his boyfriend. He knew I was in the room, and I wondered why he would take the risk of being caught. But it wasn’t Max I was looking at. It was James. He looked like he was in heaven from the sheer look of pleasure on his face. It was Max making him feel this good, and Max took pleasure from it.

Max stopped kissing James and shuffled lower. He started sucking James’ tit, who reacted by arching his back and drawing in a deep breath through his teeth. The sound whistled around the room.

James came.

Max stopped stroking him and held his cock still as cum shot out and up his chest. As the shots weakened, Max slowly stroked again. Tempting more cum from his thick cock.

The familiar scent of fresh cum reached my nose, and I breathed it in. Max released James’ cock and began smearing the cum over James’ chest.

“I’d better clean up,” James whispered. “Are you sure no one will be up?”

“Yes, it’s far too early.”

James got out of Max’s bed and went naked to the bathroom. When he returned, I smelt the fruity scent of the handwash he’d used to wash his cum away. Instead of getting back into bed with Max, he got into the camp bed.

Max sighed. “I miss you already.”

“Me too. Last night was the best night of my life. Sleeping with you felt so good.”

We then drifted back to sleep for the next few hours before it was time to get up.

 

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