a sexual scrapbook - chapter 1

I have photos of my naked boyfriend on every wall of my room.

I walk around the house naked just to see the look on his face. Then I let Danny film it.

Harry likes it too. There are quite a few pictures of him on my walls.

Danny laughs about us, but I’ve never cared. I’m happy. We all are.

I just wish he’d join in.

Know who I am yet?

Okay. I first got with my boyfriend a week after we moved in. We’d all got fucking pissed and the next thing I knew it was the morning after, I was in bed with a splitting headache and a big blonde pain in the ass. Oh, and my cock was kinda sticky.

It’s not that hard… Or is it? I have that effect on people…

How did Harry get involved? I felt sorry for him. Friday night, his girlfriend had dumped him, Danny was out trying to pick up pussy (as long as he doesn’t bring it back), so just the three of us. We’d tried getting Harry food, videos, music, soft toys… nothing seemed to work.

“Well, what do you want?” We’d asked.

“Charlotte to give me a fucking blowjob.”

(Yes, he’s that shallow.)

I just dropped to my knees and dropped his pants. He protested.

“Just fucking shut up, okay?” I yelled

Somehow it worked. The three of us spent the night together (love that hairy chest – so fun to run my fingers through).

There are only two people it could be…

I’m going to make him join in. Somehow.

Harry wants him too.

I turned Harry gay.

Fuck yeah.

Is it that difficult?

He loves posing for me, that’s why I have so many photos of him. It’s more erotic than pornographic, but that’s the best. Porn is dull, sex is good, Danny naked would be better. And his ass. Tesco boxers and all. Why is Tesco not in spellcheck? Shit. Spellcheck isn’t in spellcheck. It hates my grammar too.

…

I’m Dougie, ok?

Tom can be pretty sneaky at times. Christmas night, lying in his bed, just cum. He gave me another present. A photo album called “Naked McFly”. Big photos of us all naked. Three pages of Danny. In bed, in the shower and one of him bending over. God what an ass. I love candid camera.

Now, I’m standing outside his door, naked except for sunglasses. I can hear his guitar. I’m going to go in there and kiss him, see what happens. Tom and Harry are waiting. We’ve pushed some beds together so we can fit four people in. What I always wanted.

Wish me luck.

Hey, I’m Tom. Dougie and I have been together for… two years or something now? It’s been great, and I love him more dearly than anything in the world. It didn’t start too well… we got drunk, and somehow I ended up in bed with him. Danny says he propositioned me, Harry says I propositioned him, Either way, we ended up in bed together and the next morning I woke up with a sore ass and his arm wrapped around me. He didn’t seem to mind.

We went out together the next evening to see Matrix Revolutions – about halfway through his hand found mine, and… he kissed me. It made me feel like the happiest guy in the world. We told Danny and Harry about a week afterwards, which was then their conflicting tales about what happened to us that night came to light.

We both share a passion for photography – Dougie preferring the erotic variety, me a more demure sort. At some point we started modelling for each other. It’s really strange walking into Dougie’s room, because it’s plastered wall to ceiling (and actually on the ceiling) with photos of me naked. I never thought of myself as especially good looking, but Dougie seems to like me, and since he’s the one behind the camera… There are actually a few photos of Harry around too, and hopefully after tonight there will be some photos of Danny too. He has a few in an album I gave him for Christmas, actually, but putting those up on the wall would have been a bit obvious. Though admittedly Danny can be a bit slow at times. I know the favourite pic in the room – me, (naked of course,) lying back on my bed, just wearing Dougie’s sunglasses. We have sex after every photoshoot (though keeping myself soft for his photos can be hard at times – I take photos of him first, then we both strip off and he gets behind the camera. He says it’s so when the last photo’s done, he can jump on me without hindrance. I think he just likes teasing me), and that time… it was just mind-blowing.

And now… I’m waiting with Harry in Dougie’s room. Dougie’s going to try and get Danny to join our games. I can’t say I really have a special attraction to Danny – he’s nice and all, but… he’s hotter than me! But then, so’s Harry, and I’m still the one Dougie takes photos of…

I hear footsteps.

That first night, I couldn’t believe I’d never got involved before. It was like the first time I played cricket. I’d watched it on TV (not Tom and Dougie) and thought it looked boring (definitely not Tom and Dougie), but when I actually played it… wow. I don’t know why Danny’s never joined us. He knows what we do, can’t help but see all the photos in Dougie’s room (you remember that home video we did? If you look closely you can see the marks where the paint came off the walls of Dougie’s room when we got rid of all his pictures of Tom. There was only one layer then – it’s about five deep now).

I liked football before I played cricket.

I liked girls before I fucked Dougie.

Now Danny’s the only one who likes pussy. I think he feels kind of lonely sometimes when he goes out… he does seem to come back at about noon the next day most times, smelling of fags and booze. You never know, maybe this will help him. Besides, I want to go back to the time when he didn’t seem to be so… uncomfortable around us. I don’t think anyone else has noticed it, I don’t think Danny’s noticed it, but… it’s happening, and I don’t like it. I want to fuck him, but… he’s my friend, so more than that, I want him to be happy with us again.

For the record, Danny was the one going after Lindsay Lohan, not me.

Maybe that’s the problem. Straight guy living with three gay guys. We made a pact that none of us bring people home, but that only affects him now…

I want to help him. I can’t confront him about it, since I know I’m not going to change. The time I’ve spent with Tom and Dougie has been the best of my life (thanks Charlotte – you’re a bitch, but you dumping me ended up making me happy). I want Danny to be a bigger part of my life again. Maybe… maybe I want a boyfriend.

Maybe I should be going in Dougie’s place. But I’m not. I’m here, letting Tom play with my chest hair (what is it with those two and my hair? Honestly, sometimes I feel I should just shave it off). He’s cute, but… Danny would be better. Dammit, I want to kiss Danny.

Footsteps. Maybe I’ll get my chance.

 Holy shit, a naked Dougie just came in my door!