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Subject: As Close As Friends Can Get 1 ********************************** Content Warning: This story includes sex between men and boys and will include situations of incest between brothers and a father and his sons. If these types of situations offend you, please do not continue reading. This story is completely fictional. Also, Donate to Nifty if you haven’t already! The more we support it, the more likely it is to stay here for years and years! Feel free to reach out with feedback, comments, or suggestions for future chapters or stories. This is only my second piece of erotic fiction and I’m excited to hear what you ail ************************************* As Close as Friends Can Get: Part 1 ************************************* The sounds of airplane engines roaring overhead and impatient cars honking could barely mask the thud of my own pulse in my ears. Standing on the curb, waiting to see a glimpse of Cameron’s car in the mass of vehicles waiting to pick up their own arrivals was torture. Scanning the lanes back-and-forth, I finally saw that SUV I hadn’t seen in 6 years, and four tiny hands waving frantically out of the passenger windows. Cameron pulls up to the waiting area and is barely able to stop the car before the doors swing open and his boys leap from their seats and rush me. “Uncle David!!!!” they scream as their arms wrap a death-grip around my waist. “Wait?! What the heck are my best-friends-times-infinity-plus-one doing here?! How in the world did they drive to the airport by themselves?!” I shout to the pair in a comedically sarcastic tone. Ever since Hunter was about 4 years old, he got jealous that his dad was my best friend, and so he announced to us all one evening that he was my “best friend x infinity +1”, and of course once Tanner was old enough to know what that meant, he decided he was as well. “DUDE! Stop hogging my best friend!” Cameron chuckles to his boys as he goofily leaps behind me, wraps his arms under my armpits, and lifts me up from behind, jokingly trying to scoop me away. The boys double their resolve and cling on even harder. Tanner let’s go temporarily, only to wrap his arms around my thigh instead, dangerously close to the tip of my dick. So here we are, two grown men and two boys, in the middle of the Arrivals Pick-Up area at the Austin International Airport, in a huddled mass of legs and arms, bouncing up and down. And it felt AMAZING! I had missed this group so much over the last 6 years. “Okay, troop. Grab David’s bags and put them in the back for me,” Cameron commands the boys. To which they eagerly obey and scramble off, dragging my suitcases behind. And Cameron takes this opportunity to spin me around to give me a proper best-friend hug and intimately say “Buddy, I’ve missed you so much! These two weeks are gonna be awesome. I can’t wait to show you everything that’s been going on.” “Me too, Cam! Six years was way too long, and that’s not gonna ever happen again,” I reply. “I’ve missed you, and the boys, and Emma like crazy!” “And just wait until you see what we added in the back yard!” he exclaims. And just as he does, we hear the boys behind us starting to argue near the trunk. “I’m sitting next to Uncle Dave!” Hunter yells. “No, me! He’s my best friend times infinity plus one!” Tanner snaps back. “Nuh uh, he was mine first!” “Boys!” Cameron’s deep tone cuts through the adolescent taunting. “David is gonna sit in the front next to me so there’s no need for either of you to argue over it.” “NO FAIR!” They both playfully cry. “We missed him soooooooo much!” To which Cameron and I both start laughing to each other. “Ok, alright,” I laughingly decide, “I’ll sit between you guys in the back this time. Is that fair enough for you?” To which they yelp out a “YAY!” and run to their respective doors. Cameron gives me an approving wink and heads to the driver’s seat just as airport parking security starts to head our way, no doubt to scold us for our extended greeting. Hunter holds the door for me as I scoot to the center. We all settle into our seats and buckle our seatbelts, and the boys nuzzle up right next to me. 12-year-old Hunter lays his head gently on my shoulder (probably because it’s almost 9pm and creeping up to their bedtime), and 9-year-old Tanner wraps his arm underneath mine and sets his tiny hand on my thigh as he rests his head on my bicep. It seemed a little familiar for a boy who was barely 3 the last time I saw him, but he had always been an overly affectionate kid. He would be the first to tell anybody, even a stranger in line at the grocery store, how much he loved them. As Cameron pulled away from the curb I caught his gaze in the rearview mirror and he gave me the warmest smile and a gentle nod, as if to say “welcome buddy, I’m glad you’re here.” He breaks his moment of recognition to say “alrighty boys, it’s upstairs as soon as we get home to brush teeth and get in your pjs.” To which they groan in unison. It’s about a erzincan escort 20-minute drive to Cameron’s house, in which the boys have completely passed out. As we get closer, I look out the window, and even though it’s dark out I can see clearly that this is a gorgeous neighborhood. Multi-level houses with architectural lighting, sitting on expansive lots with front and side yards, accented with beautiful landscaping and fences between. Even though I’d seen pictures and FaceTime tours countless times over the years, this was so much more impressive in-person! Cameron slows down and turns into his driveway as his 3-car garage door opens. When we park neither of the boys even stirs, as Cameron glances into the back seat and quietly chuckles. He whispers, “wait right there, I’ll come get Hunter and your bags if you can get Tanner.” He comes around to open the back door and gently rouses Hunter from his sleep. The little man groggily looks around, disoriented for a second, before he wearily scoots out of the back seat and stumbles towards the door to the house. Cameron continues around to the back and opens the hatch to grab my suitcases and I gently scoot out toward the opened door, simultaneously scooping Tanner under his arms and moving him around in front of me. Even in his half-awake state he instinctually wraps his arms around my neck, and as I step out of the car his legs bend around my waist, clasping his feet together behind me. I look toward Cameron who has wheeled my bags to the door to the house and nods for me to follow. As I step inside the lights are dimmed and I can make out a smartly appointed kitchen with lovely modern accents, just beyond the far end of the open-concept space I catch a glimpse of pool water reflecting from the back yard. Cameron heads toward the staircase and I trail behind, and as we reach the top and he gestures for me to take Tanner into his room and asks if I can get him out of his shoes and he’ll be right in to get him ready for bed. But I no sooner get his first shoe off than Hunter pops in and not-so-quietly asks if I can please tuck him in. Which, without fail, startles Tanner awake and right into a second wind. Both boys excitedly ask for me to tuck them in, and Cameron peeks around the corner of the door to say, “oh perfect, you’re both awake which means you can brush your teeth now.” Which the boys immediately groan in disapproval at. “No arguments. Teeth brushed, pj’s on, and lying in bed in 10 minutes. Then David and I will be in to say goodnight.” Even though I’d known Cameron since he was a teenager himself, I was so shocked and impressed to see him in this authoritative, but still genuinely sensitive, fatherly role. It suits him. “Alright buddy, let’s show you your digs!” Cameron announces as he leads me across the hall from the boys’ rooms. “Ta da! I knew you were gonna love this!” He says ss I step in the room, and he flips on the lights. The walls are covered in tastefully framed Star Wars fan art and there’s a lovely desk in the corner with shelves above, displaying his Star Wars Legos. Honestly, a perfect guest room if I’ve ever seen one! I bust out laughing. “I literally couldn’t have designed it better myself,” I chuckle. “The stay-at-home-dad role left me a lot of time to do the interior decorating the way I wanted, and Emma told me I should just go for it,” he laughed back. “Oh heck yes, that’s a good woman!” “You know it!” he pauses for a second, “So I’ve got this dresser cleared out for you and half the closet over there if you wanna hang some stuff. Sorry there’s no private bathroom, but the one right across the hall, between the boy’s rooms, was just remodeled and they’re honestly not very messy at all. As far as boys go. I’ll make sure they leave the outside door unlocked for you, just in case you need to go in the middle of the night, grandpa,” he says the last part with a sly grin and a chuckle. To which I immediately slug him in the shoulder. “Hey, I’m not the one with two kids and a mortgage here!” I snap back. We both start laughing at the fact that I’m the one who’s six years older, but he’s the obvious grown-up here between us. And just as we finish the boys come running back in. “All done,” they exclaim as they hop through the bedroom door. I’m a little surprised, but not unhappy, to see them each standing there in just loose pajama pants. I don’t think either of them are into sports, but their adolescent bodies are looking remarkably defined. Both have slender little frames with the start of some pecs and biceps on Hunter. It could also be this fantastic tan they’re both sporting, which I’m immediately jealous of. In any case, this pair is exceedingly cute, just like their dad. “No way, that was way too quick!” I joke back at them after a moment of composing myself, trying not to obviously ogle Cameron’s kids. “Super promise, we swear!” Hunter taunts back. “We’re just excited to get tucked in!” “Alrighty erzurum escort then, stinkers, get to those rooms. We’re right behind you,” Cameron says as he playfully swings his arm over my shoulder and starts to guide me to Tanner’s room. As the boys run ahead, I glance down at Tanner’s perky little bum in his Avengers pj’s. Captain America’s shield is not-so-discreetly placed right in the center seam, between his cheeks. Whoever laid out this pattern had to know what they were doing; I giggle to myself. Tanner launches himself onto his bed, and like a Tasmanian devil starts to writhe around, flipping himself under the covers. Cameron and I laugh, and Tanner looks back up at us from his pillow, “What?! That’s how I always do it!” he defends himself. Cameron takes a seat near the head of the bed and pats the edge of the mattress for me to sit next to him. “Ok bud, you get a good night sleep, and we’ll have the next two weeks to play with Uncle David. Sounds good?” Cameron says in a soft, calming tone. “Yay, it’s gonna be so much fun! Uncle David, can you go wherever we want? Hunter and I have so much cool stuff we need to show you!” “That’s up to your dad,” I say, “but I’m pretty sure we can have tons of adventures.” Tanner sits up and wraps his arms around his dad and my necks, squeezing as hard as he can. “I’m so excited you’re here, Uncle Dave!” “Let’s get some sleep now, ok?” Cameron pats Tanner’s pillow, “I love you, little man.” “I love you too, dad,” Tanner gently replies, “And I love you too, Uncle Dave.” And as he says that he leans up a bit to give his dad a kiss. I’m slightly astonished when Cameron leans down and Tanner smooches him right on the lips. I’m even more shocked when Tanner opens his arms as a gesture for me to lean in, and wraps them around my neck again, and kisses me on the lips, too. Even for an already affectionate kid, this was pretty intimate. I’ll admit that it felt really sweet and gentle though. Out of my peripheral vision I can see Cameron has a warm little smirk. “David and I are gonna be right out in the back yard if you need anything, ok? But try and get some sleep, tomorrow’s gonna be an exciting day. G’night buddy.” Cameron says with a gentle kiss on Tanner’s forehead as we both stand up, switch off the lights, and head through the shared bathroom into Hunter’s room. As we walk in Hunter is already under his covers, turned away from the door. Maybe already asleep? We quietly walk closer as Cameron peeks over the top of covers to see if he’s still awake. He gently sits down on the edge of the bed and rests his hand on Hunter’s hip, slowly rocking him back-and-forth to see if he’s passed out like it appears. Hunter giggles under his breath, squints his eyes open just a bit, and turns his face towards his dad. He does the `come down here’ gesture with his hand and Cameron leans in as Hunter cups his hands to whisper something in his dad’s ear. I can’t make out what Hunter says, or Cam’s whispered reply, but after a second Cameron chuckles lightly and leans back up as Hunter rotates his body under the covers. Lying flat on his bed now I can absolutely see a distinctive bulge under the covers. “He was a little embarrassed because he got an erection and didn’t want you to be weirded out,” Cameron tells me. As he does, Cameron repositions his hand over the covers to Hunter’s upper thigh, just fractions of an inch away from that pre-teen boner. He pats Hunter’s hip comfortingly as he says “I told him he should know it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Especially with just us guys in the house right now.” He looks back at his son and continues “He knows we can talk about all that kind of stuff in this house, and that doesn’t need to change with you here now too, Uncle Dave.” I’m desperately struggling to contain my fascination with this whole situation. Trying desperately to act like normal, nothing to see here (while also attempting with all my might not to get hard myself). But watching my best friend, who I’d had a crush on for almost 15 years now, casually rest his hand just centimeters from his son’s hard, 12-year-old dick, is almost more than I can handle. But I manage to squeak out an “aww, buddy, that literally happens to every guy I know. I’ve seen it all, you don’t need to worry or be embarrassed. I promise.” Hunter gets a huge grin on his face as Cameron nods approvingly back at him. He sits up and wraps his arms around his dad and kisses him on the cheek. As he does, I notice Hunter’s pajama bottoms draped over the bed post. Has he been naked under the covers this whole time?! Cameron rustles his son’s hair and kisses the top of his head. He stands up as Hunter opens his arms towards me, awaiting his goodnight hug. Knowing that this adorable boy is nude, with just a loose blanket covering him, is sending a tidal wave of thoughts through my head. But I try and push them aside as I move towards the bed and lean down to return the hug. esat escort As I wrap my arms around Hunter, I feel the bare skin of his back on the palms of my hands and the warmth radiating from his lean body. He sits up, cross-legged, in bed to grab my torso even tighter. I slowly rub around his back in small circles, my hands and do a couple gentle pats, massaging his beautifully smooth back a bit as he nuzzles his head in the crick of my neck. As he does this, I now have a clear view down the length of his back and the top of his soft, pristine cheeks. The perfectly round globes meet at his slender crack, which tapers off as it rounds the corner down towards the bed. I can feel a stirring in my jeans and know that I need to stop this hub soon or I’M going to be the one who’s embarrassed when I stand up. I give a couple more reassuring pats on his back as I start to pull away. As I do I glance down and see that when he sat up the covers folded back just enough to expose the top of his legs and his pelvis. And right there, just a foot below me, was the unmistakable sight of his developing, 12-year-old bush. He was obviously well into puberty and had a dense little patch of dark curly hairs and the base of his still-hard dick. His pre-teen erection stuck straight out from his groin, disappearing under the covers after an inch or so. I’m startled out of my erotic trance by Cameron playfully putting his hands on my shoulders as he stood above us. He can obviously see from his vantage point that his boy’s crotch is slightly exposed, and I’m caught looking directly down at it. I have a moment of terror thinking I’ve been spotted in a forbidden fantasy. I never wanted to admit it, even to myself, but I’ve had many secret fantasies about both Hunter and Tanner over the years. Actually, I have probably had as many fantasies about the two of them as I have about their dad over the years. As I watched them grow and develop during our FaceTime playdates, I was always highly curious about what was happening to their bodies. Maybe because I never had a brother or friend to explore any of that with when I was their age? Or maybe just because I was a horny gay man? But either way, I certainly don’t want to end a lifelong friendship over it right now! “Goodnight, Uncle Dave!” Hunter breaks the silence, which in my head was minutes, but in reality, was probably only seconds. “Nighty night buddy, I hope you have a great sleep now,” I say, trying to sound as cool and collected as I can. As I start to stand up, I sneak one last glimpse of that tender little patch of pubes and still-hard dick, thinking it will be my one-and-only chance to experience this illicit sight. As I do though, Cameron gradually squeezes and massages my shoulders, seemingly to keep me in sitting place a little longer. I glance up at him for a second and see him gazing squarely at the same spot I was. Cameron loosens his hold and I raise myself from the bed. Cameron leans in for one last hug for his boy, wrapping his arms around Hunter’s exposed waist. They each give a loving squeeze, and as Cameron starts to stand up, I notice his hand discretely traces around Hunter’s opposite hip bone. Not `slowly’, necessarily, but very intentionally. It subtly caresses the contour of his boy’s pelvis and as he stands up further, I can see his hand graze the base of Hunter’s shaft. Cameron pauses for a moment, straightens his back as he’s leaning over, and places both hands in a loose grip on the top of Hunter’s thighs. His thumbs come to rest on either side of Hunter’s adolescent erection, pointing down along his balls. Cameron looks into Hunter’s eyes and says “G’night, champ. Uncle Dave and I are gonna go have a drink in the back yard and catch up if you need anything. We’ll be right downstairs.” I don’t think he completely notices my view, but I can clearly see when Cameron stands up further from Hunter that he playfully squeezes his thumb and curled forefinger around the base of his son’s dick, and ever-so-subtly gives it two or three little strokes back-and forth. I can’t believe my eyes. Am I totally imagining this? Or maybe just reading into something innocent with my own perverted fantasies. Was my `straight’ best friend just casually groping his son’s hardon? This was certainly turning into a vacation I never could have imagined. I turn to head out of the room with Cameron trailing behind me, and he throws his arm playfully around my neck again as we pass through the door. He quietly turns off Hunter’s light and closes the door and says “Alright buddy, it’s time for some years-long-overdue jacuzzi chat! You get on your suit; I’ll grab some wine and meet you downstairs in a few. Oh, and… surprise, we just finished installing a new pool and jacuzzi!” he laughs, “I was saving that news to be a big reveal when you got here.” This trip is nothing but surprises so far, I think to myself. As Cameron turns to head down the hall toward his room, he playfully pats my butt and enthusiastically says “we’ve got so much to catch up on!” I enter my room, quietly close the door, and pause for a second just trying to wrap my head around everything that happened so far tonight. Time to get into my bathing suit, I suppose!