Brendan's POV:

Holy shit! Who would have known that Allen of all people would've had an experience like that?

Mine wasn't wild but... special. I'd fallen hard for Hunter, even though he wasn't a regular teenage boyfriend.

Actually, when I met Hunter he wasn't a teenager at all. He was slightly younger than I was now. Early twenties and utterly gorgeous.

I was a city kid and no one at school made an issue of me being gay. At home, my mom said she'd always known and my dad was as supportive as a straight guy could be. All he needed to know was if I still wanted to watch football with him.

I actually did have a high school boyfriend, who held my hand during recess. Evan was also my first but the experience wasn't particularly good for either of us. We had broken up just a few weeks before I met Hunter.

"The one I still can't get out of my head is Hunter," I said, lighting all of Allen's candles again.

"He was the son of my Mom's work friend. They were staying with us till the woman could get back onto her feet after her divorce."

Nobody needed to shush Caleb anymore, he had gotten a bag of sugar-crusted peanuts from his stash of snacks and was listening intently.

"We didn't have that much room in the house. Mrs. Mann had taken the guest room and I had a bunk bed for when my cousin came for the Holidays."

"Was Hunter on the top or the bottom?" Allen asked, innocently. He tried to help himself to some of Caleb's peanuts but got his hand slapped instead.

"Top, of course," I answered with a devious grin. They both knew that I preferred getting fucked.

"So, bottom bunk?" Caleb asked, still chewing.

"Yes, but that isn't the point," I replied, wanting to get back to my story. Memories of Hunter always got me going.

"How did he know that you were gay?" Allen asked, trying to grab more peanuts, which earned him a second slap.

"Apparently, my mom had told her friend a long time ago. Hunter's mother warned him about me before they moved in, not knowing that he was bi."

"Ufff, complicated as usual," Allen said with a frown.

"So, I was home alone one day and I had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. My parents had made a rule about not locking when I was really young, in case I would slip in the bath or something. We were just used to knocking before coming in."

"That's kinda weird," Caleb said.

"I agree," Allen added.

"Again, not the point, guys!" I said before continuing.

"Hunter caught me on the toilet, jerking off to porn."

"Busted nutt," Caleb said with a chuckle.

"We looked at each other for what felt like a really long time before he said... 'You need a hand with that?' At first, I thought that I had misheard."

"Holy shit!" Allen said, once again going for the peanuts. This time Caleb didn't object.

"He said that he hadn't gotten laid for a long time and he thought that I was hot," I said, slightly embellishing the truth.

"An indecent proposal whilst on the throne!" Caleb said, finishing his bag of nuts.

"I nodded without thinking which he took as encouragement. Seconds later, he was on his knees with my dick in his mouth."

"You're making this up!" Allen said.

"Did you make up yours?" I asked.

"No, but..."

"Hunter was very direct, he took what he wanted and I was chanceless. I wanted to stop him but I couldn't, my dick wouldn't let me."

"Because you're a slut," Caleb said playfully.

"He took me to my room and made me hold the top bunk with my arms spread wide. Then, he moved my feet as far apart as they could go and pushed down my lower back."

"An X-fuck," Allen said, laughing to himself. It was as if telling his story had emboldened him to say what was on his mind.

"For a second I thought that he was going to tie me to the bedposts."

"And you would have loved it, slut," Caleb interrupted.

"He used plenty of lube and a ribbed condom, making things so much more... yum, than with Evan. He fucked me quick and rough. Once he was done, he sucked me off and wiped his mouth on my shirt."

"Dude, you're making me hard again!" Caleb said, shifting under his covers.

"After that, we fucked like rabbits every chance we got. When everyone in the house was sleeping, he would hold a hand over my mouth and slowly fuck me until I had a hand full of cum and a head full of jello."

Caleb jumped up from the sofa and ran to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, with a smirk on his face.

"Are you still cold?" Allen asked with a cheeky giggle. He wasn't effeminate at all but when he was with us, he allowed himself to just "be".

Outside, he was... different.

"Are you still in touch with this Hunter?" Caleb asked.

"Unfortunately, no. After he moved out, he kinda disappeared. Like I was the in-house entertainment... just fun while it lasted."

"That sucks, dude. You liked him a lot, didn't you?"

"I was obsessed with him, his body, his musky smell, his sex voice..."

"His sex voice?" Allen said, grabbing my leg.

"He used this deep voice to talk dirty to me. All he had to say was... 'Are you ready to get your fuck on?' and my briefs would be wet with pre-cum."

"I wonder what these guys are up to nowadays," Caleb mused.

"Yeah, I wonder," I said, the story of Hunter transporting me back to those simpler times.