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A Friend in Need

I hadn’t seen my best friend for nearly five years. Max and his sister had been looking after their elderly father until he passed away a few months ago. And although I knew they had been devastated, I also sensed relief in the family. His dad’s quality of life had been almost non-existent during those last days, and with his passing, everyone was able to move on. I suspected much of the grieving had already been done.

Max had been my buddy since school, but despite repeated offers, he’d been unable to visit Sally and me in our new home since we returned to the UK from our time overseas. Three months after his dad’s funeral, however, Max finally accepted an invitation to come and stay with us for a long weekend.

My wife Sally had always liked Max. He was a wholesome, clean-cut, handsome man who, because of his shy demeanour, always took a little time to warm up. Once he did, however, he could be a lot of fun – as I well knew.

You see, growing up, we’d had some fabulous times together – including some fairly steamy fooling around in the bedroom during our late teens that I had often felt guilty about.

I’d never spoken to Sally about that. It wasn’t that I was ashamed, exactly. I just wasn’t sure how she would react. And later – well, the moment seemed to have passed, so I never ended up mentioning it.

Max had seen things differently. He had grown up much more open-minded than me and was happy to experiment without guilt. He had been content playing with ...

... both boys and girls, and accepted and embraced his sexuality without shame – which is, of course, how it should be. I wished I’d had his courage.

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It was wonderful to see my friend again. He drove the four hours up and arrived at our cottage in the early afternoon. I was a little shocked at how tired and worn out he looked, which I guess I shouldn’t have been, seeing what he had been through. Sally was great, giving him a big hug and a huge welcoming smile, and fussing over him in a very motherly way.

We very much wanted him to enjoy his visit, so aimed to make it as relaxing as possible without any pressure to do anything. That first evening, we simply sat and chatted over a few beers. Max wasn’t a big drinker – partly because of his parental responsibilities. But he was happy to join me for a couple of glasses of ale, and he started to loosen up after a while. He didn’t bore me with gory details, but he did tell me how hard it had been for the last couple of years, and the tears started to fall soon after. He admitted how lonely he had been and told me he hadn’t been with anyone for years. Sally had left us alone to that point, but she came in at the sound of his sobbing and helped me comfort him.

We put him to bed and shortly after followed suit. We found ourselves discussing my friend and how he hadn’t been intimate with anyone for such a long time.

Sally sighed. “We should re-introduce him into the world of sex, Joël. He hasn’t had any fun for so ...