Three is the Magic Number

Three is the magic number.

Johnny, Freddy and William, had been firm friends since they were all at school together. The three of them had strode into their twenties single, holding down mundane jobs and sharing a flat together. Each of them had had their own plans about what they wanted to achieve in the world of work, love and friendships.

One hot summers evening the three guys were getting ready to go out. The flat they shared was generous in size with three double bedrooms all with en-suites. The building was an old mansion house that had been converted into separate dwellings. The lounge of their apartment looked out onto parkland and the views were stunning.

Johnny, had the biggest room out of the three. A super king sized four poster bed in the middle and a large TV screen on the wall. Just beside the large bay window was his mini bar and beer fridge. He had just stepped out the shower and was stood in the full length mirror that hung on the wall just outside the bathroom door. He started to dry himself off, head first then down to the shoulders flossing the back of his neck. His dick swing from side to side as he did. Johnny was a gym goer and loved to look at himself naked. He’d often parade round the flat with no clothes on allowing his huge cock to swing freely in the open air. That myth about black guys was no myth in Johnny’s case. He was the proud owner of an 8″ monster that would go as rigid as a policeman’s truncheon when he was excited.

Johnny’s mother was West Indian and his dad a Caucasian cockney from the east end of London. This gave Johnny the perfect milk chocolate complexion that drove guys wild. His muscular physique was something he’d worked hard to obtain. He dropped the towel to the floor and went over to the mini bar to pour himself a drink. As he did there was a knock at the door.

‘Are you ready yet? Your cab is outside!’

That was Freddy. One of the other flat mates Johnny shared with. Fred was polish. He’d taken a job at a nearby hotel as a waiter. This was his night off and he was also on his way out to meet a work colleague in town for a few drinks.

‘Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec. Do me a favour tell the guy to hold on. He’s early anyway. I’m just getting ready.’

Johnny pulled on his tight white Calvin’s tucking his cock inside coiling it so the length was not visible through his trousers. He quickly downed his drink and threw on the rest of his clothes. He was a casual dresser and had opted for a pair of ripped jeans, a short sleeved black T-shirt and trainers. The T-shirt highlighted his bulging biceps beautifully whenever he curled his arms. With a quick splash of aftershave he was done.

‘Right I’m off Fred, don’t wait up!’ Johnny grabbed his denim jacket and headed for the front door. Freddy was watching TV on the couch as he left.

‘Don’t worry I never do! Have a good night and I’ll speak to you a bit later.’

‘Who are you meeting anyway?’ Asked Freddy.

‘No one really, just heading off into town and seeing what happens. You never know this might be the night Mr. Right is waiting for me?’

‘Ha, you’d be so lucky! Well if you don’t then there’s always room in my bed’. Joked Freddy.

Johnny smiled and bid Freddy farewell before leaving to get into his cab. Fred had decided to go into the kitchen and get himself a drink. William was also in there making himself a sandwich. William was the only one out of the three that was at university. Studying law, he had his heart set on becoming a top criminal barrister some day. But tonight was Saturday night. And studying was firmly off the menu. Instead a night of partying and hopefully a chance to get lucky and go home with yet again another handsome young man. William was very youthful looking and he worked that to his advantage. His smooth toned body was well maintained and he was careful with what he ate and drank. His floppy hair, and penetrating hazel eyes drew other boys near him like moths to a flame.

‘Oh hi Fred, you going out tonight as well?’ William asked, as he slathered low fat mayonnaise onto a slice of whole meal bread.

‘Yes I’m meeting a friend, Jake from work. We’re going to Georgie’s in town and then possibly onto the Tavern? They have a drag act on there tonight? But nothings set in stone. What are you up to?’

‘I’m gonna go into the city with a couple of uni pals and just see where the night takes us?’

William had now finished constructing his sandwich. Steamed chicken breast, lettuce, tomato and low fat mayonnaise. All nestled together tightly in between two slices of whole meal seeded bread. He took the first bite as Freddy looked on at him standing there in his tracksuit bottoms and sandals. His dick protruding from the front. Bulging like a ripe banana. His Nike hoody was only zipped up halfway leaving the muscled curvature of his pecs on show. Another bite of the sandwich and that was that half done. One more to go!

Freddy had poured himself a glass of lemonade from the fridge. ‘Right, I’m going to get ready myself I think.’ Said Freddy walking out of the kitchen and towards his own bedroom. ‘I’ll see you a bit later Will.’

‘No worries Fred. I’m going to dash off myself shortly. Have a good night and I may see you a bit later?’ William had finished his sandwich and placed his empty plate into the sink. He made his way to his room which was next door to Johnnys. He entered the room and stripped off naked. He took one look at himself in the mirror and peered down to his private’s. ‘Damn!’ He thought to himself. ‘Desperately need a trim down there!’ Usually Will was well groomed. He preferred the look and feel of a smooth body and genital area. Hair made him bork! He didn’t like it on him or other guys! He dashed into his en-suite bathroom and grabbed a tube of hair removal cream. He slathered it all over his bush and around the base of his cock. He had to be careful not to get the cream on his helmet. That would really sting.

Will was cut, a Jewish guy he’d never known a foreskin. His cock looked great when it was hard. It would look even better when it was smooth and silky. He took some of the cream and put it between his ass cheeks. Six minutes later he was done. He jumped quickly into the shower and washed the cream off taking all the hair with it. Lathering up his now smooth cock and balls with soap and water, William made sure every hair was gone and every area scrubbed. He’d started to get hard while he was washing himself. Pre-cum had already started to ooze out of his helmet. He resisted the urge to wank himself off though. He wanted to save his load for tonight and hopefully one lucky guy?

He got out of the shower and dried himself off. Looking again at himself in the mirror ‘that’s better’ he thought. His clothes were already laid out on the bed. A white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up, cream chinos, and his favourite tan loafers. He slipped on a pair of loose fitting boxer shorts and got dressed. A burst of deodorant and a squirt of aftershave and he was done. Ready to face the bright lights of the big city.

‘Right I’m off Freddy, have a good night tonight whatever you end up doing.’

‘Thanks Will, catch up a bit later or maybe in the morning?’

‘Sounds good, have a good night buddy.’

With that, William left the old mansion house and set off for town. He needed to catch the train into the city. Freddy was now all alone in the apartment. He’d been ready for ages. He was just waiting for his friend Jake to text to let him know where he was and where they were going to meet? Freddy sat back and admired the view outside. It was peaceful and serene. As he gazed out of the front room window he thought back to his first encounter with Jake, the kitchen porter at work. He was an English boy of Italian heritage. With jet black hair, an olive skin complexion and a was always smiling. They had shared a passionate moment a few weeks ago back at Jakes bedsit. The pair had not long finished work and Freddy had given Jake a lift home. One thing led to another and before they knew it they were up in Jakes apartment giving each other head. Freddy was hoping for a repeat performance. Possibly even going all the way this time?

His phone bleeped, it was a text message from Jake. ‘Hi Fred, on my way into town. Meet you at Georgie’s mines a Jack and Coke lol!’ With that Freddy rose to his feet, put on his bomber jacket and headed out. The door clicked shut behind him and the flat fell silent.

Three in the morning. The front door burst open. The first of the trio to make it home was Freddy. Last one out first one back in. His knuckles were red and inflamed like he’d been in a fight. He had an uncomfortable look on his face as if the pain was getting to him. He meandered down the hall and into the the kitchen. He ran his hand under the tap. The cool water soothing his raw knuckles. He poured himself a glass of water and went into the living room. The place was boiling. The summer sun had warmed the flat through the large glass windows. Freddy opened a window and put the ceiling fan on. He slumped into the sofa and removed his shoes and trousers. He was still too hot. He went into his room and took off his shirt and vest. He went back into the living room just in his pants and socks. Freddy and Johnny went to the same gym together and worked the same fitness programme. Although Freddy wasn’t as well built as Johnny his body was still quite impressive. Washboard abs, pronounced pecs and sizeable biceps. He once again sat back down on the couch. Sipping his water with one hand down his pants groping his cock and balls.

The front door opened once again. This time it was Johnny. Kebab in hand he slammed the door behind and bounded into the living room.

‘Fucking bastard men!’ He exclaimed! ‘Why do I fucking bother? They’re all shits every one of them. Fifteen quid I spent on drinks in the hope that he would want a shag afterwards. And what happened? He decided to go off with some bastard twink!’