Four Weddings 02: The Groomsman

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This is one of a set of four 750-word stories, each told from the perspective of a different wedding guest. The order: Uncle, Groomsman, Aunt, Waitress. The first two are Gay Male and self-contained. The last pair are Lesbian and are also self-contained.

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He closed the door and stepped closer to me, his hand running up my left side. He said, “Separate rooms, my wife is probably doing to some girl what I’m going to be doing to you.”

I smiled at his confidence.

“What’s that?,” I asked.

He kissed my right cheek, his hands around my waist, mine around his.

“Why”—kiss—”fuck”—kiss—”you”—kiss—”of”—kiss—”course.”

I’ve been with many men. I’ve never been fucked. I knew he had. He was a top, sure, but not completely. I saw his desperation. Only a true top would notice. I am a true top.

I showed him. I shoved him against the door and my lips took his and my tongue invaded his mouth. I pulled his pelvis close to me and felt his erection. He was big. Maybe that’s why he thought he would do with me as he pleased. Too many fall into casino oyna the Big=Top Trap. He’d learn. Big is just big.

I pulled away to his panting. “Let’s be clear right now. I’ve got four other room numbers. I like to take fags like you down a peg.”

His hands loosened about me, but mine held him tight.

“Which is why I’m here. Tell me to go, I go.”

There’s a moment when resistance evaporates, and I saw it. His arms were again around me. He tried to pull me closer, but I pulled him. His erection was harder.

“You’ll feel my cock when I’m ready to allow you to feel my cock. Understood?”

His head dropped. He was maybe five inches taller than me, but his head looked at my chest. “I understand.”

“Good. Tell me what you want. Maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“Your cock.”

“What?”

“Your cock. I want your cock. Please fuck me. I need it.”

So I gave him what he needed. I saw the condoms and lube. He pulled his trousers down and got on all fours on the bed, bending down with his ass up. I lubed his hole and, naked, canlı casino I approached him, condom in place. I don’t do bareback.

He pulled his cheeks open. Kneeling between his legs, I put my cockhead against his hole and shoved in to the hilt. I waited. I’d never given thought to my size. It was average, maybe smaller than most of the men I’ve fucked. They all, like this one, begged for it.

I moved in and out, setting off emotions I don’t think he’d ever felt. Being at the mercy of a god. I’m not, of course, but he thought so. He was servicing me with his asshole. Babbling. I increased my tempo. He asked if he could touch himself, and I said “yes” so he adjusted his position.

“You come when I come.”

I was close. His was a nice asshole. I exploded, and his dick burst all over the sheets. I pulled out in one movement and went to the bathroom. When I returned, I got on my back, legs spread. Without a word, he crawled between them and suckled my cock. He was sweet. I let him enjoy me until I was ready. My hands reached his head and pulled it down kaçak casino and he struggled for breath. I loosened, and he gave me head properly. He was good. It didn’t take long till I exploded. He swallowed every drop. I went to take a piss, and when I got back, I lay in bed next to him. I told him to take care of himself, and he ran to the bathroom. I fell asleep.

I awoke with him giving me head. Nice, I-want-to-service-you head. I tapped him to come up.

“Will you please fuck me again?”

“Yes.”

He put his head on my chest.

“Do you love me?,” I asked.

It was a strange question, but I wanted his reaction. His head looking at my cock, he said, “More than anything.”

“Do you want me to fuck you again? After this morning.”

“I’ll do anything. Money? I’ll pay you. Right now. A thousand? Ten? I have my checkbook.”

I pulled his head up.

“You call me a ‘whore’ again, you’ll never see me again. Understood?”

He panicked. “I’m sorry. I’m an asshole.”

I kissed his forehead.

“Relax. It’s flattering. How high would you have gone?”

He was calculating, but I stopped him.

“No. You don’t pay me in cash.”

“Anything. Just tell me.”

I was quiet. He got up, bent down, and began paying with his ass.

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