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Listening to Chad snoring, I quietly got dressed and left to meet my rents in the lobby for the rehearsal. Humphrey was 20 minutes away, and I didn't want them to be late and coming to the room to find me and run into Chad. I figured he was a big boy and could let himself out of my room. My ass was smarting and squishing so much I just wanted to put some distance between me and his 11 inches of sausage.
We drove down Highway 81 and arrived at the Catholic Church, St. Francis in Humphrey. It was an old church built 100 years ago and I was grateful for the distance between my ass and Chad's cock. Hanging around outside until rehearsal time, some of the other groomsmen and ushers began to arrive. I hung around with them outside, an 18 year old trying to fit in with a bunch of hot studs.
On guy arrived, the best man of the groom. His name was Jordan Theisen, was going to school in St. Paul, Minnesota, at the University of St. Thomas. He was telling the guys what he was majoring in, but I was too busy majoring in drooling to hear a word that he said. To say he was a stud would have been an insult. Dark black hair, piercing emerald eyes, 6' 1" of solid muscle. One of the strongest jawlines I have ever seen, and a presence about him that left no doubt he was used to people doing what he said. He was dressed in white pants that looked like they were painted on him. He had such a bulge in the crotch that I blushed when I saw it. I thought, "How can he walk around with that? It's looks obscene! He should wear a jock strap or something..." His ass were two hard and perfectly shaped half melons crammed into the white pants. He had a baratone voice that dripped with sex. I prayed to the Gods that he would be horny and gay.
No luck! He began talking about all the chicks he had banged in the last month. Tits this, cunt, that, generally talked about women as a piece of meat on the earth to please him. I went back and forth on wishing I was a woman that he could use and abuse, and glad that I was a man and wouldn't have to deal with a pig like him. I still drooled and fantasied, don't get me wrong....but I was glad there was no actual chance. I stepped to the back of the group so my hard on was less visible. I didn't want any attention drawn to me.
Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion and I heard a familiar voice say, "Jordan! My stud!" with the response, "Chad, you horn dog!" I thought to myself, "No fucking way! God doesn't hate me that bad....." I saw Chad giving Jordan the `bro handshake' when his eyes drifted to me in the back of the group. His eyes grew as large as saucers and he said, "No fucking way! Kendall!" I thought, "You took the words right out of my mouth..."
"Kendall, buddy, come here!" He came to me and gave me a big hug, managing to jam his fingers into my ass when no one was looking. I felt some of his sperm leak out of my ass. Just my luck it would stain my pants and give one more thing to embarrass me. "Matt, the groom, is my cousin, who knew?" I sighed.
He drug me over to the front of the group and said, "Kendall, Jordan and I have been friends forever! Jordan, you know my buddy here?" Jordan said, "No, should I?" "You have no fucking idea how much you need to become Chad's buddy! He's kept me happy the whole time I've known him. Any time he's around, I rise to the occasion and happiness ensues!" Jordan looked at me sorta funny, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Good to meet you, Kendall. Maybe we can spend some time together later." Chad snorted, "I'd recommend it, bud!" No amount of my eyes throwing darts at Chad could get him to shut up. His smirk could be seen for miles, I'm sure. Right about then the priest, a grumpy old guy, called everyone in for the rehearsal.
While the old fart rambled on about rehearsal stuff, I was positioned behind Jordan and wishing that awesome body belonged to someone who wasn't so gross. I felt Chad come up behind me and say, "You hungry for a piece of him?" I turned around and glared at him. He kept smirking at me which pissed me off all the more. When I looked forward, Chad said, "Kendall, your shoe is untied". I looked down, cursed softly, then crouched down to tie my shoe. About the time I was done, Chad nudged me in the back and I went forward...my face right into the crack of Jordan's ass. Jorday whipped around to see what was going on, and Chad said, "Don't worry, he likes to say hello like a dog my sniffing your ass." Jorday looked at me, then Chad, and said, "Jerks!" and looked forward again. When I stood, I turned leaned into Chad and said, "I will kill you for that!" Chad smirked and said, "I'll bet you $100 you'll blow me instead!" I turned even redder and looked forward.
At the rehearsal dinner, the assigned seating had me between Chad and Jordan. I had tasted the sperm and been fucked by one, and the other was incredibly good looking but was a pig and a dog. All during the meal, Chad and Jordan traded comments about this "bitch" and that "bitch", those "titties", and "bodacious ass". I offered to change seats with Chad so he and Jordan could shoot the shit, but Chad turned me down with a smirk. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "Just listen and learn how we'll talk about you and treat you....trust me, it's gonna happen!"
Jordan also ate like a pig. He put his mouth next to the plate and shoveled food into it, chewing it while he talked, and generally centered only on himself. When I first saw him, he was a complete turn on for me; now that I've met him, he's a complete turn off -- gross and generally a pig. I wanted to get away from him before I backtracked and became turned on again.
My rents and I said goodbye to Matt and Julie for the night to drive back to Norfolk and the hotel. While they were chatting I glanced over and saw Jordan and Chad talking animatedly with each other, with a gesture toward myself every so often. Jordan suddenly locked his eyes on my, seemed to scowl with disgust and turned away. I mentioned to my parents that I was going out to the car and would meet them there. I began to wonder where my life was going. 10 days ago, life as I know it ended. Since then, I don't even know which was is right.... and it seems everyone is finding out about my "secret".
My parents were so wrapped up in talking to relatives on Saturday morning, that they didn't notice if I was there or not. I holed up in my room so as to avoid another chance encounter for Chad to "dip his stick". For how he seemed to be blabbing, I wondered if the priest would hear about me!
When we got to the Church for pictures, I made sure never to be alone with Chad, and to avoid Jordan at all costs; I didn't know exactly what that scowl was all about. He was horsing around with everyone, even myself a few times. He said, "Hey, we're family now..by marriage anyway!"
The groomsmen and ushers all wore light charcoal colored tuxes. Mine was fitted fine, but as luck would have it, Chad's and Jordan's were fitted a little small...they were skin tight. Every time I glanced at Chad, he would pat the mound of his crotch with his hand, lightly touching the weapon that tore both my throat and my ass open in the last few weeks.
When I looked at Jordan, I would get weak in the knees. Even though he was a sexist pig, his pants were so tight, it was obvious what religion he was... to say his tux had a vpl would have been to say that you breath oxygen. Chisled butt, huge mound in the crotch, studly appearance -- I was paralyzed until he opened his mouth and I was reminded what a sexist, filthy pig he was.
Getting ready to walk up the isle, Jordan stood talking to Chad with his back to me. His scent hit me like a ton of bricks. He had the most powerful pherones... I wanted to start making out there in the church. I shook my head and walked away thinking, "Just get through the next 5 hours...you'll be on your way back to Burwell..."
After the boring wedding, we had awesome food at the reception. Once the dancing started, and the drinks became more flowing, I stayed pretty much at the `rents table. I couldn't drink, I didn't really know anyone. Chad and Jordan were really tying one on, and I didn't want to be in a place to get another injection of Chad Juice. I just didn't have that much energy. After a while, I slipped out of the reception and went upstairs to my room, flicking through the channels looking for anything good (there wasn't).
Suddenly, I heard a banging at the door. Without saying a word, I got to the door and looked through the peep hole. I saw Chad and Jordan leaning into each other, laughing and pounding on the door. "Come on, Kendall, we know you're in there! Come out with your hands up and your mouth open!" This struck them as deliriously funny and they collapsed into gales of giggling, holding each other up. I walked back to my bed and thought, "Over my dead body am I going to subject myself to these drunk asses tonight!" The pounding eventually stopped and I was at peace.
About an hour later, my mom called for me to come down and saw goodbye to the bride and groom, they were leaving. I opened the door, looked out, and the coast was clear. I ran to the elevators, and decided to take the stairwell down as I was only on the third floor. While saying goodbye, I didn't see Chad or Jordan anywhere. I finished my goodbyes and was talking to mom agreeing at what time to meet in the morning.
Suddenly my mom said, "Oh that poor boy! I think he's really drunk." I looked over to see Jordan weaving his way around after coming out of the bathroom. I said, "That's no boy, mom, he's a man, and he needs to learn to control his liquor!"
Jordan weaved his way toward us and when he was within 10 feet of my mom and I, he looked over, bleary eyed, and slurred, "Hey Kendall! How's my buddy?" Mom said, "Do you know him?" "Barely, he was in the wedding party." "Well go help him! He needs someone to help him to his room!"
I thought about saying to my mom, "Fuck no!", but thought better of it. I did say, "Mom, he's a big boy, he can handle himself." At that point, Jordan fell flat on his ass and started to giggle. Mom said, "Go help him to his room! We'll see you in the morning." "Mom, I'd rather..." "KENDALL! NOW!" Jeez I hate it when she makes a scene.
I went over to where this stud-pig was sitting on the floor giggling. I reached out my hand and said, "Come on, Jordan! Let's go!" He took my hand and instead of me pulling him up, he pulled me down on top of him, causing him to giggle all the more. I looked over at my mom who was shaking her head and laughing, then turned and left me alone.
I got on my knees, got Jordan on his knees, then slowly we stood. His body wrapped around mine like a glove, and he leaned heavy upon me as we walked. He smelled so good...his natural scent, with sweat from dancing all night, and a little whiff of the various women he had danced with all night. We got to the elevator as Jordan was rambling what a good friend I was for helping him out. I just kept muttering, "yeah, yeah". It was difficult supporting him, and I was starting to sweat. The elevator doors opened, and we tripped on. "What floor?" "I dunno" he said, "It's on my key." "Where's your key?" "Mmmmm, left front pocket." "Can you get it out?" Jordan was humming to himself, obviously unable. I sighed, and stuck my hand down the skin tight pants of his tux. No key.
"Jordan, it's not there!" "Oh, must be in my back pocket." I reached behind and jammed my hands between his hard ass and the thin fabric of his tux. No key. "Other back pocket," he mumbled. I reached into his other back pocket and found...a billfold...a hankee...no key. "Try other front", he mumbed. I reached into the other front pocket trying to avoid the mound beneath the cloth of his crotch. He braced himself in the corner of the elevator as I squatted down in front of him to try to find the key. I was getting frustrated, but it occurred to me how erotic it must look for me to be kneeling in front of this stud-pig.
I looked up and said, "No key", and just barely had a glimpse of what was almost a smirk....WTF? He flung his head against the back of the elevator. "Check my tux." Found it, great. 554. I hit 5, up the elevator went, and the doors opened. I stepped with Jordan into the hall and pointed him in the right direction to his room. "You gonna make it ok?" Looking at him weaving, I sighed and again took up my position, his arms around my neck. "He's wrapped around me like a coat. I'm gonna smell this guys scent on me for a week," I thought.
We finally got to the room, and he was mumbling about all the bitches were so stuck up, they wanted nothing to do with him. As I opened the door, I coulnd't resist and I said, "Well, maybe if you didn't call them bitches, cunts, tits, and generally be an obnoxious asshole, you would have drained your pipes tonight. Welcome to Blue Ball Boulevard!"
As the door closed behind us, Jordan suddenly stood up straight and said with incredible clarity, "Seriously, fagboy? You think that is what I did wrong?" I jerked my head and saw his emerald eyes clear as a bell. He casually mentioned, "I forgot to tell you that I acted in plays since I was nine. They tell me I'm pretty good. I sure got you away from mommy protecting you." He stripped his tux coat off while walking around the room effortlessly. I was stunned, unable to move, my mouth was open with disbelief and my knees were rubbery.
Jordan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed with his crotch on the side, bulging obscenely in his skin tight charcoal tux pants. It looked so uncomfortable. "You know, initially when Chad told me you serviced him, I thought no way! He fucks too many women. But he convinced me you were good in a pinch. Actually, he said you're a pro. I had a feeling that I was going to strike out with the bitches in this shit town, but I do know one person who can help me move off of...what did you call it? Oh, yeah Blue Ball Boulevard. Well, time to move off the Boulevard. Get over here!"