Friends With Benefits: Sky High Scaffolders, #5

ONE

JAMIE

IT WAS WRONG ON SO many levels, but Jamie could not divert the night from progressing along a path that involved porn, masturbation, and Dylan. 

Inevitably, whenever the friends got together, the conversation turned to the most pressing issues, which usually included hot guys they fancied and sex. The irrepressible topics.

Dylan was first into the double bed. Jamie's bed.

When he returned from the bathroom, Jamie raised the duvet and slipped in on the side of the bed nearest to the door. Do you know, you are the first man I've had in my bed?

I know. Chuckling, Dylan turned onto his side; he bent his arm at the elbow to prop his head upon his hand.

I don't know why I said it like that. I know you know you're the first gay man in my bed. Apart from me. Jamie stayed flat on his back and turned his head to look at Dylan. I've shared a bedroom with Kevin, and even a bed at times. But he is my brother, and not gay, so he doesn't count.

Jamie's older brother occupied the best and biggest room in the house, two floors down in the basement.

He might be gay; you can't be sure he isn't, Dylan said.

Come on, you know Kevin's not gay. You've met him. 

Jamie's brother was his opposite; Kevin was a construction worker and football fan. He oozed masculinity for every feminine trait that Jamie tried to hide from his family. As much as Jamie had increasingly felt different from the boys at school, Kevin always fitted right in. He was at ease in every situation.

You can't tell that easily, Jamie. I try not to judge people based on stereotypes and prejudice. But you're right; brothers don't count as a real man in your bed. And back to the original subject: you never dreamed it would be like this, did you?

What do you mean? Jamie asked.

You're so sweet, and ya know I love ya. Dylan leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on Jamie's forehead. Bet you never thought the first gay man in your bed would be for a night of doing nothing but sleeping because he was just a mate in need of a place to crash.

Exactly, the injustice of it. Jamie huffed. Him being a friend in need of a place to crash for the night and not my boyfriend. In all my dreams, the bloke who comes to stay in my bed is hot for me. And he's not you. And anyway, you're taken already.

I'll try not to take that personally.

Dylan, Jamie's best friend for the past four months, had been single when they met, but recently started dating a guy called Carl. It was still early on in their relationship, and as Dylan was leaving for university at the end of September, it was unlikely to last. Jamie suspected it was more of a summer fling, a good thing while it lasted, rather than something long term.

Jamie ignored the comment. Truth is, I can't imagine ever inviting a boyfriend home to this house to sleep in my bedroom, not when it backs on to my father's room.

Your dad's not here now.

He is a grown man, he's got his own key, and comes and goes as he pleases. Jamie chuckled. But it is his house; he can come home any time if he's not staying the night with his girlfriend.

I'm really grateful for this, Jay. It's better here than scrambling for space on the floor in my house because Granny's in my bed. Plus many long-forgotten relatives have descended for the weekend that even the sofa is taken. I can't understand why they didn't book a hotel.

For the same reason, you didn't book a hotel room: because I've got space and it's a lot cheaper. And ya know I love ya.

Yeah. Thanks again for having me.

I haven't yet, Jamie replied.

In your dreams, big boy.

Jamie gave Dylan a gentle shove. We've already discussed my dreams tonight, and you don't figure in them.

Yeah, right. Dylan rolled over. It's bedtime, but I'm not tired. Lying on his back looking up at the ceiling, Dylan fidgeted on his side of the bed. I don't know about you, but I'm wide awake.

What do you normally do to get you to sleep? Jamie barely feigned ignorance.

Are you kidding me? Are you a guy with a libido? You damn well know the answer to that question. I must admit, when it comes to bedtime, I wish Carl weren't away this weekend.

That would give you a different kind of bedroom activity. It might not involve much sleep.

Oh, contrary. By the time he finished with me, I'd sleep like a baby, whereas now I'm wide awake. I miss him.

I know. Jamie hoped he sounded sympathetic.

You don't have a clue. You can't. I'm getting used to having regular and frequent sex with another person. You'll only know what that's like when you have it.

Dylan was right. Newly out, Jamie's experience with actual real men, in the flesh and hands-on, was limited. No need to point it out.

And I'm used to imagining sex. Frequently. Even if I'm on my own at the time.

The men chuckled.

They'd talked about sex many times before, but this was the first time Jamie's best friend forever settled in bed to stay the night at the same time.

Forever meant since the beginning of time.

Time began when his life began, for real, just months earlier, when Jamie came out to his friends, work colleagues, and almost everyone who knew him. Everyone except his family, of course. It was around that time he had met Dylan via an online LGBT forum after they realized they lived in the same town.

Though similar ages, Dylan seemed so much more experienced and worldly.

We could do some gaming, but that eats up the time, and we'll get sucked into tomorrow without getting any sleep. We could watch TV or a film or YouTube.

As this is my first time staying overnight in your house, I think you should treat me to view your porn collection or whatever you've got on subscription.

Jamie swung his head around to gawp at Dylan. Watch porn in bed? With a guy? Was he serious? Jamie was too surprised to ask.

When he received no reply, Dylan sat up and plumped up his pillows. So, do you have any porn? Or, shall I rephrase that because I know you have porn. What I mean to say is, shall we watch porn?

CHAPTER TWO

JAMIE

VIEWING PORN WITH A mate, while sitting in separate chairs, and planning on going different ways afterward, well, was one thing. Flicking through clips, commenting on the action, on all the guys, and the furniture in the background, all seemed a reasonable pastime. 

But watching it in bed—together with another gay man—was another thing entirely. Jamie doubted this was a good idea.

Don't you think it might get a bit weird?

No, obviously I don't, or I wouldn't have suggested it. But if you're not happy about it, that's fine.

Well, you've got a boyfriend.

Having a boyfriend doesn't mean I can't enjoy porn. I mean, it's not something we discussed, but I'm not sure anyone would expect me to stop watching it.

What would he think about you looking at porn in bed with another man? Jamie asked.

When you put it like that it sounds different from what I have in mind. I wasn't suggesting we make physical contact. I'm just talking about watching gay porn with my best mate like we've done loads of times before. The bed doesn't figure in it. If it bothers you, perhaps we shouldn't.

No. It's okay. Jamie got out of the bed and turned on his computer in the corner of the room. He could have picked up his tablet, but they'd have to get close together to properly see the screen, and his gaming computer was attached to a massive monitor. Actually, it had several screens set up, but they only needed one.

In one insightful comment, Dylan identified the problem. It wasn't the porn, or the friendship, or the boyfriend; it was the bed that made Jamie uncertain about the wisdom of the idea.

So you're sure Kevin won't hear us, he won't know I'm here from down there in the basement?

That's right, Jamie said while he unplugged the headphones and turned on speakers, adjusting the volume to low.

But if your dad comes back, will he object to you having a bloke in your room?

Jamie turned and put his hands on his hips. What exactly are you trying to insinuate? It's not as if I've invited a bloke back for a one-night stand, and as far as he's concerned, you're just a mate, which happens to be correct, anyway. And Dad and Kevin have no idea I'm gay.

Dylan tilted his head down and stared at Jamie with are you absolutely sure written all over his face. Have they got eyesight? Not that I'm trying to be prejudiced against blind people, but I don't understand how they miss it.

Listen to you, Jamie screeched and then cringed at just how high pitched his voice sounded. He consciously lowered it an octave before continuing. Now who's making judgments based on stereotypes.

His dad and his older brother both worked on do-it-yourself projects together and drank pints in the local pub. Jamie hadn't heard specifically homophobic comments, but he hadn't heard support for LGBT issues either. Jamie didn't fit in at home, and he was unsure how his family would react. He didn't want to suddenly wind up homeless just because his dad found out the full extent to which he didn't fit in.

If your dad walks in and sees you holding your boner and transfixed on gay porn, I'd say that's not just a judgment based on stereotypes but based on hard evidence.

That'd be hard evidence, indeed. Turning his attention back to the computer, Jamie sat down in the swiveling office chair at the desk. Fair comment. Anything you particularly want to watch? Want me to put something weird in the search terms?

Anything, gay sex, gay porn, any of it will do. Whatever you've got a subscription to. Dylan knew damn well that Jamie had a subscription to at least one of the gay-run porn sites. It was a regular topic of conversation, along with hot guys and sex.

The guys appeared on screen, and Jamie considered slipping back into bed. The problem: same room masturbation seemed fine, but not in the same bed, even if they didn't touch.

He swiveled around in his chair to watch the screen and scooted the chair back across the carpet until it crashed into the far wall. It was next to the bed. Immediately next to where Jamie would eventually sleep.

He would not have been able to see Dylan in his peripheral vision if he'd have stayed closer to the computer screen. Jamie realized in retrospect that that might have been a good idea. Too late.

If it weren't for the bed covers and whatever Dylan was wearing, from where Jamie sat, he was ideally located both to look at the on-screen porn and Dylan's cock.

If Dylan had an erection, Jamie would see it.

If Dylan jerked under the sheets, Jamie would see the movement.

If Dylan got it out for a wank, Jamie would see Dylan's legendary huge cock, erect.

He might fucking well see Dylan's cum and the motions that delivered it.

Dylan had a boyfriend, and he was off-limits.

And Jamie was a lusty perv. Confirmed.

At the very suggestion of porn, Jamie already sported a stiffy like a broom handle, tenting his shorts. He was pleased he was sitting down, not still standing up by the computer where the evidence of his arousal might be embarrassing. Further confirmation, if needed, Jamie was a lusty perv.

Or he needed to get laid.

It probably wouldn't be weird if they were both single.

After a couple of weeks of steady dating, Dylan should know the rules between himself and his boyfriend, Carl. Touching another guy, kissing him, and doing other stuff, that was not on.

What about spanking the monkey in the same room? The same bed? Watching? Being watched? Jacking it with a friend must be close to the infidelity line if it wasn't already over it, but Dylan hadn't even suggested that. He'd only suggested they watch porn.

And that would lead to erections and blue balls if they weren't satisfied. Jerking one out on your own doesn't count as cheating on the new boyfriend, but beyond that, Jamie wasn't sure where the boundaries lay.

It wasn't his problem: Jamie was single, had always been single. As the single guy in the room, Jamie sure was over-thinking things. He was also getting warmer and harder.

They sat viewing porn together, that's all.

If two blokes do what they gotta do in the same room, how is that cheating? Surely, you have to touch each other for it to be over the line. A glance from the corner of his eye confirmed Dylan was focused on the screen. It wasn't as if he'd suggested they do something together, just watch porn.

Watching each other wank, was that acceptable?

Revelation: it wasn't just the bed that was an issue, it was watching each other, but he was single, and he had Dylan in his peripheral vision. Dylan's eyes faced forward, transfixed on the screen.

Jamie felt like a perv.

Ironically, on the screen, there was a solo actor pushing a toy in and out of his ass. There was something else Jamie didn't mind doing alone, but he was damn sure it was a step way too far when in company. Even if petting the poodle as parallel play passed as acceptable, Jamie was sure solo toy-in-ass-play in the same room was beyond the acceptable limit of what two guys should do in the same room. So Jamie had no intention of pulling out his butt-beads and silicone snake. He'd have to be in a relationship to share that level of intimacy.

I haven't seen this one, so I don't know what to expect. Jamie's voice sounded a little ragged, which he feared made him seem guilty, as if he knew exactly what weird kinky shit was coming up and didn't want to admit it. He knew the actors in this film were supposedly real-life boyfriends, and he'd seen them in other films before, so he felt confident it would be well worth their time.

The guy on the bed was a cute twink with blond hair and pale skin. His cock was hard; they saw it briefly when he changed positions. He lay on his stomach and slipped in a slender white dildo.

Jamie imagined holding on to that toy and using it to fuck that guy. He could also imagine himself as the boy lying on the bed, pleasuring himself in front of anyone who paid a monthly subscription. With an active imagination and minimal experience, it was difficult for Jamie to identify precisely which of those thoughts turned him on the most. The idea of exhibitionist sex turned him on as much as he liked watching guys performing. He stroked his hard dick through the cotton of his shorts