I first met Jack in my high school. He had this dorky bowl cut and a crazy obsession with almost anything that happened to involve wizards and sword fighting. Still, I couldn't really say anything against him. I didn't have any friends until him and his little group of outsiders invited me to sit with them at lunch. We were both able to bond over our love for movies. He introduced me to some the lesser known fantasy classics and crime dramas while showed him some of the black and white comedies that still held up. Lunch was the best part of the day that year thanks to him.

Our school schedules the next year stopped us from seeing each other during the day, but we continuously hung out at each other's houses all the time, along with the crazy assortment of wackos and wallflowers we ended up befriending along the way. Hell, even after high school, we both ended up going to the same university. As we grew up, he grew his hair out and became a big metalhead, I learned about kink and became a nudist, and a fair amount of our buddies from high school came and went, but despite everything, Jack and I always managed to stick together.

A few years into college, he introduced me to Sawyer. Well, more correctly, we met through being mutual friends of Jack through social media. Commenting and interacting on all of his posts, it was only a matter of time until I finally reached out to her and said hello.

We clicked almost instantly, sharing music and geeking out about all our favorite video games. She even told me that she was interested in kink, when told her about my experiences with it.

After a month of online correspondence, Jack finally brought us together in person. While we were both nervous, the nerves quickly faded as the night went on. She recounted hilarious stories about her token gay friend while I reminisced about high school stories involving Jack and I. Neither of us could wait until we would hang out again.

It's been over a decade since I met Jack and over four years since I met Sawyer. We've become so comfortable with each other, the sight of us cuddled up in various states of undress after a night of drinking and video games has become a common sight.

They're not abashed by my nude antics, the same way I'm not abashed by Jack's constant puns and movies references, or by Sawyer's insatiable appetite for exotic cuisine. Sometimes, one of us may do something stupid and piss another one of us off, but we're always quick to forgive our talk it out, and those instances are few and far in between.

You know, when I think about it, both of them came into my life when I needed them most. Jack came into my life when I had no friends to speak of, and Sawyer came into my life while I was still dealing with a lot of personal grief. I'm grateful for them coming into my life and being the helping hands that I needed and I’ve loved every moment I've spent with them.

I can only hope that they would say the same about me…

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