Carl

Carl had come around to go out to the pub with Daniel. Of course, Daniel was running late, so he was still in the shower washing himself, or picking out clothes, or some such thing.

I’d rolled a joint and shared it with Carl. And pretty quickly, we were both pretty stoned.

Carl asks me if i want to get down on my knees. 

"What?" I wasn't sure I heard him properly.

"Do you want a man bigger, taller and stronger?" ?" says Carl. “Isn’t that what gay guys want?”

It's true he makes me swoon... which is kind of nice. "However they come," I say.

He flashes his big, Carl smile. Anyone who makes you swoon, must make you feel good. Mustn't it? "I thought you guys all wanted muscles and big guys."

"I just want someone nice."

"Someone nice?" Carl repeats.

"Like you," I say. I couldn’t help myself, the pot was doing its magic and it just kind of came out.

"Hey, Josh."

The sun was setting and the night was sliding in in place of the day. 

I've known Carl for a long time. He went to school with Daniel.

He's built and a masculine, perhaps a little scruffy, just around the edges. He's good looking, naturally, and athletic, in a throw you around kind of way, I can picture him doing it. He's got guns nd shoulders.

I was out last night and really out of it with Daniel, sitting down for a moment. (It was like being 18 again on a Thursdays night, Daniel and I took sickies Friday) Carl burst into our eye sight, out of it, pretty much, himself. E'ing off his brain, to be sure. Somehow, he crawled up next to me, and he snuggled up to me, pulling me into his chest. 

"Danno. Josho. Good to see you guys out enjoying yourselves.

Daniel just smiled.

"So, where is your handsome boyfriend, hey?" Carl whispered in my ear.

"He's not here."

"So, you lying about there being a boyfriend?"

"What? Lying? No. He's just not here." I took his hand, in mine. Touching him. He feels real. 

Carl's finger tips stroked Daniel's chest. Daniel tousled Carl's hair.

"How are you flying?" said Daniel.

"Yeah, me, good," said Carl. He squeezed Daniel's nipple between his fingertips.

"Can I kiss you?" Carl whispered in my ear.

"You are such a fucken tease," I said.

So, Carl leant in and kissed Daniel.

I was dressed in my camo pants. Carl was in a pair of shorts and a super tight t-shirt. Daniel was in black jeans and shirtless.

He has a sweet mouth, I was surprised; gentle, inquisitive, sensuous. His skin soft on mine.

"Can I kiss him, too?" Carl asked Daniel pointing to me.

"You'd have to ask him," said Daniel.

"Is he nice to kiss?" I asked Carl.

"Yes, very nice," said Carl.

"You're just saying that, to tease, aren't you?"

"You'd get hard watching Daniel and I kiss, wouldn't you."

"Shut up, will you," I said.