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My name's Tommy and I'm getting married. Sounds like an AA introduction, doesn't it? It probably should because right now I'm viewing getting married like a curse. You know, getting married is just something that most people assume they're going to do. Your parents talk about grandchildren, your sister might mention about what kind of aunt she'll be, and of course - eventually - your girlfriend will make little comments about getting married and having babies. So, I just kinda assumed that I would get married and didn't really care one way or the other... it was just something that you did.
But now... now, I'm not so sure. Call it pre-wedding jitters or cold feet or whatever, but I've gotten way more nervous than I should have. Don't get me wrong, I love my fiancee; but, I think its partially just because we've been together so long. I'm not sure what life is like without her. I'm 23 and she's 22. We've been together since... I guess we were 17 and 16. We were apart for a year, though not broken up, but then she joined me immediately at college and that was that. Now that she's graduated and has found a good job its time to get married. So, yeah, there's a part of me that wants to go out and play the field for just a week maybe and then come back to her - but, since we're getting married tomorrow that's not really possible. Too bad I didn't get these jitters earlier, huh?
Of course, that's only part of the problem. The other part of the problem is who I want to sow my wild oats with. Men. I've always known that I was a little bisexual - at least since my best friend and I jacked off together back in Kansas. In reality it probably wasn't that hot - just two awkward teens rubbing one out in front of the other... but it opened a door for me. Watching his studly little chest bead up with sweat, his face contort with pleasure, and then of course his pulsing cock shoot its seed all over him... it just did something for me. Unfortunately, I didn't ever do anything about it - save for reading a few gay encounters here on Nifty or finding a Yahoo Group that specialized in gay porn. I got with Marissa later that year and that was that. I'm an intensely loyal person and couldn't conceive of cheating on her with a boy or a girl.
I guess I always kind of assumed that I'd have another chance. That part of every guy that wants to believe he'll never be tied down. So, I stayed loyal for six long years - but now I was at the prospect of going the rest of my life and never having sex with any other person again, and I desperately wanted to have sex with another guy. Though I knew I was bi - it was still curiosity in a way, because I'd never had a chance to indulge myself. I didn't want to go the rest of my life without having sucked a cock, getting fucked in the ass, or hell, even kissing a scruffier face than mine.
I, of course, had told all of this to my best friend/best man - sans the fact that I wanted it with a dude. His solution was pretty standard - let's get a hooker. I rolled my eyes and protested, the last thing I wanted was to have sex with some cheap hooker that Joe would buy. I protested enough and said that I just wanted a quiet evening to myself - something which he eventually accepted, though not happily. I was lying though. Despite my protestations about Joe's cheap hooker, I had already decided that I wouldn't be spending the night before my wedding alone.
It was about seven o'clock when I opened the door to find an acquaintance of mine leaning against the doorframe with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Hey Andrew," I grinned back.
"Good to see you again, Tommy," he responded as he stepped through the door into my apartment. He was slimmer than I was, but damn was he cute. Just like one of the guys that I had jacked off to in some of those old porn vids I'd downloaded. He had shaggy blonde hair, which was starting to curl in all the right places - probably just a day or two past when it should have been cut. His face was clean shaven, except for a little scruff of a soul patch and a bit on his chin. Nice lean body, of course, which was highlighted by the killer jeans he was wearing. "So..." he said, kinda looking me up and down.
You see, Andrew and I didn't know each other that well. But, through a loyal friend of mine that I'd made at the University I had learned that Andrew was gay and had really lusted after me for a long time in our classes. I'm certainly not ashamed of my looks. I've got a dark Mediterranean complexion and jet black hair. I'm guessing that someone in my family is Italian - but its not reflected in my last name. I usually grow my hair long and spike it wildly, though I've done the faux-hawk before. However, my fiancee insisted that I cut it a little shorter for the wedding so that its not so outlandish for the photos. I'm a little more muscled than Andrew too - I work out almost every day and eat well, so I look good even if I don't quite have a six-pack.
Knowing he was gay, I had asked my friend to hook us up. She was really cool and non-judgmental so she didn't really ask any questions, just gave me his phone number. But, now that he was here, I really didn't know what I was doing. I wanted to have sex with a guy, but it started to feel really wrong the second he stepped into my apartment. He caught this, I think, "Look... I know how it is. You don't have anything to worry about, I'm not going to tell a soul." He stepped forward towards me and asked, "Okay?"
I just nodded, knowing that if I lost my nerve I might never have another chance at this. He smiled when I nodded and leaned forward to kiss me. Our lips brushed against one another at first, but with the fear quickly leaving me I pressed against his mouth closely. We stumbled backwards, still making out wildly as we sought out the bed in my tiny efficiency. His strong hands made their way underneath my shirt as we moved, though he didn't pull it off. Instead, I felt his hands roam across the smooth skin on my back and knead me lightly as his tongue explored my mouth. I have to say that I immediately loved kissing him -- I can't say whether it was just his style or all guys kiss that way, but I could only describe it as masculine... the one thing I'd wanted for so long. Not only was it the little prickle of his soul patch, but just the more forceful way that he approached kissing. It was a new, but awesome feeling.
I tumbled backwards and landed heavily on my back as my calves hit the side of the bed. Andrew fell slightly to the side of me, but he quickly found his place again and pressed his tongue into my mouth. One of his hands left my torso altogether and drifted south, cupping my hardening package and squeezing the bulk sensually. I groaned into his kiss, which only encouraged his hand. His kneading increased until I knew that my hard cock had to be leaking a hell of a lot of precum into my boxers. Finally, gratefully, Andrew broke the kiss and shifted down on my body. He never removed my shirt and, instead, started unbuttoning my jeans.
Once he'd pulled my jeans down, the boxers were no real obstruction and he shucked them off too. Just two nights ago, my cock had fucked my fiancee all night long and now its hard seven and a half inches was bobbing in front of another man's lips. Of course, my time to consider the nuances of the situation was quickly lost as the blond hunk sucked my cock head into his mouth and then quickly deep throated my length. "Fuck!" I cursed as I pressed upward with my hips, instinctively trying to press more of my cock into his mouth. My girlfriend had never mastered deep throating and, to be honest, didn't like sex that much at all.
Andrew, however, was a master at it. I clawed at the sheets as he slid up and down over my dick, his expert mouth driving me mad with pleasure. I guess everybody likes different things, but it almost sent me over the edge every time he'd pull back and suck on the head of my cock as hard as he could. I didn't know how I was going to last a night with this guy, he was obviously far more experienced than I was. Andrew's saliva, which now coated my glistening dick dripped down my shaft and into my dark pubes.
I would have shot any second, but thankfully he pulled off just in time -- I really hadn't wanted to cum that early. His hand slipped back under my shirt as he rode back up and kissed me roughly, giving me a taste of my own cock. Under my shirt, one of his hands tweaked one of my nipples and he broke the kiss to whisper into my ear, "You wanna try?"
I did, desperately. I didn't say anything, though, I just nodded. Andrew pulled up and straddled my chest pressing his clothed crotch towards my face. I quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, with his briefs, to expose his hard six inches. I was glad that he was a little smaller, especially if he was going to fuck me tonight. Tentatively, I stretched my tongue out and licked his already slick cock head, tasting his salty-sweet precum. Andrew was intent on breaking me in quickly, though, and pushed forward pressing the head against my lips. "Come on," he cooed huskily, "open up."
I was pretty nervous, but I did it anyway. I parted my lips slightly and looked up at Andrew's grinning face as he pushed his cock slowly into my mouth. He only got a few inches in before I stopped him and started sucking on my first cock. I started off barely nursing on it, but God help me -- I did like it. I can't explain it, it was just so fucking exciting to have this man's dick in my mouth. I deftly ran my tongue across the bottom of his cock and started to suck harder, earning a groan from deep within him. I knew I wouldn't be able to take all of him, but I slowly started jacking my mouth up and down his dick as best I could, sucking as I went. "Oh yeah," he said, the smile still curling on the corners of his mouth. "You're a natural, Tommy."
I was happy at the compliment and worked harder on his dick, bringing one of my hands up to gently massage his lightly haired nuts as I continued my blowjob. I felt a faint sheen of sweat break out on my forehead as I kept sucking and Andrew's breathing got a little more ragged, "Tom... I'm gonna cum in, maybe a minute... Do you want it?
I was quiet and didn't know how exactly to answer, so I just kept sucking. "Oh, fuck yes," he said, pinching one of his own nipples through his shirt. "I wanna see you eat my cum so bad." I tightened my lips around his dick, assuming that probably made things feel a little better and increased my sucking. As I massaged his nuts, I felt them tightening up -- I knew his young seed was jetting out of his nuts and about to be deposited into my mouth. He didn't warn me, except for a loud gasp which allowed me to pull back to accept the load. His first shot hit the back of my throat hard and almost made me gag. That was the worst of it, though. He shot three or four more spurts into my mouth, which I swallowed down as quickly as I could. I didn't exactly like the taste of his cum, but it wasn't vile either.
"Oh God," he whispered, looking down at me. "You're pretty damn good at that."
I was pretty sure he was lying since I couldn't even deep throat yet, but it still made me smile. "Thanks." I felt good, but this was also very bizarre in a way. I was getting married tomorrow and here I was tasting the cum of another guy on my tongue.
That quickly became the least of my problems, though. As I leaned forward to clean some excess cum off of Andrew's softening cock, I heard a key turn in my door. Fuck! Only two people had a key to my apartment -- Marissa and... "Joe!" I yelled, seeing my shocked best friend step into my little apartment.
Joe just stood there, gaping at the two of us -- which must have been a sight for him. He had a girl with him, who looked like she was going to break out into laughter at any second. "Honey," she said to Joe, "I don't think he wants me."
He shot her a look, "Get the Hell out of here." He must have decided to bring me a stripper/prostitute whether I wanted one or not. She shrugged and left, closing the door behind her. Neither Andrew or I had moved. Joe stepped forward, looking at Andrew, "You too. Get the fuck out."
Andrew started to protest, but I stopped him. "No, it's okay. Let me take care of this."
The blonde frowned, but complied. He pulled his pants back up and carefully made his way past Joe and out of the apartment. You'd think that I would have been pretty damn scared -- Joe could have done anything, including kick my ass, tell Marissa, tell my fucking family... anything. But no, I was pissed that my night with a guy had been cut short.
Joe was just incredulous, "What in the hell are you doing? You're getting fucking married tomorrow!"
I was still in enough shock, that I actually hadn't pulled my pants back up yet. My cock was still hard and leaking precum onto my shirt. "What do you think I'm doing, Joe? I mean, I would think it looks pretty obvious."
He shrugged exaggeratedly, "So, what? You're a fag now? Should we cancel the wedding?"
I winced at the word `fag,' because -- yeah, that's what my best friend saw me as now. "I love Marissa," I said, almost not believing my own words.
"No, you fucking don't.," he spat. "If I pulled my God damn cock out right now, I bet you'd be on your knees wouldn't you?"
I couldn't answer and I wouldn't answer, because I knew what it would be. Joe was hot and I'd suck his cock in a heartbeat if he offered it to me. "Joe," I protested.
He sneered at me, "You would." He closed the gap between he and I, "But, I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of giving it to you. This is your test, man. You can have my cock if you really want it, but you're going to have to make the move."
The room was thick with tension as we stared each other down. Joe was shorter than me and a little stockier, built like a solid wrestler. He had light brown hair, a well-trimmed goatee, and was pretty damn cute. This was a relationship changing event, though. I'd been curious about Joe since our jack-off sessions as awkward teens and this was my opportunity to finally explore him... But, I knew he didn't see it like that. He was pissed and, probably, a little hurt that his best friend was gay. This was about humiliation. Still though, with my cock still hard as a rock -- I knew what the answer was.
I rolled off the bed and stepped over to him, hard cock leading the way. Some of his bluster faded away, though, "You don't want to do this, Tom."
I didn't answer him, I just dropped to my knees and started unbuckling his belt. I cast my eyes up towards him and never averted them while I freed his cock from his jeans and boxers. His cock was soft, crowned by a thick patch of brown pubes. I pressed my face into his crotch and gingerly began licking his cock, earning a nervous sigh from my best friend. I continued like this for a while, before he finally said, "If you're going to suck it, just fucking get to it."
So, I did. His cock, which had mostly hardened to around seven inches was bigger than Andrew's, but the practice I'd gotten on him already helped me with Joe. I had his cock into my mouth and slid down as far as I could, sucking for all I was worth. "Oh Jesus," he muttered. "You really are a fucking faggot."
I ignored his insults and kept sucking his dick, enjoying the feeling of having my best friend in my mouth after years of fantasies. He pressed his hand to the back of my head, "Take it all."
I tried to protest, but he was having none of it. He grabbed my head tighter and slowly started forcing his dick down my throat. I gagged and gasped, but he just muttered spitefully, "Fucking swallow it, Tommy."
I did my best and, gradually, the urge to gag subsided as I loosened my throat. Before I knew it, he'd pressed my face into his thick, musky pubes and his dick was down my throat. He stopped forcing me and I took over, sucking hard on the length of his cock. I pulled back a little, but impaled my face back onto his hard spike as his precum drizzled directly into the back of my throat. "Oh, fuck yes. Suck that cock."
Having taken the last step to deep throating, I performed easily for him. I bounced up and down his seven inches, enjoying the feeling of his length down my throat as well as the scratchy feel of his hair on my face -- everything was amazing... Even his humiliating insults were a little hot -- he was treating me like his whore, not his best friend and I was acting the part. He got into the action again a little and began fucking my face lightly as I sucked him. Joe had a lot of sexual partners, so I knew he could probably go for a long time like this -- so I settled in and let him do a lot of the work.
He grunted deeply each time he pressed his cock all the way into my throat. After several minutes of this, he was sweating profusely. Removing his hands from my head, he reached up and jerked his sweaty polo shirt up over his head -- freeing his smooth, glistening chest to my sight. "God damn," he swore, while returning his hands to my head, "you should have been fucking getting me off for years. Why the hell did we beat off together? You should have just fucking blown me."
I tightened my lips around his thrusting dick like a vice grip and took in the sight of his well-built body. "Shit, Tom, I'm close. You eat cum too?" My mouth being as full as it was, I couldn't answer of course -- so I just sucked him deeper into my throat briefly as my response. He laughed, "Course you do; fucking cocksucker like you loves it. Well, get ready, because I'm about to shoot straight down your throat."
He was close, I could feel his cock swelling inside my mouth. I tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let me and instead kept himself wedged thickly in the back of my throat. I should have expected that though, he was playing rough. In the moment before his cock spurted its load down my throat, I considered how much had changed in our relationship. I didn't know how he would react, once he'd cum and whether or not we'd be friends ever again. Hell, I didn't even know at this point if I'd be getting married the next day.
"Aw, shit!" he yelled and spurt after spurt of his cum shot down my willing throat. "Oh yeah, take it Tommy..." After a second, he finally let me pull off of his cock.
I had to get off badly, but felt self conscious about jacking off in front of Joe, despite the fact that I'd just given him a blowjob -- so, I just waited to see what he was going to do. For a moment, he just stood there, slick with sweat, and looked down at me. "Why are you getting married?" he asked, after a long silence.
"You can believe it or not, but I do love her."
He ran a hand through his short hair, "So, you're gonna fucking marry this girl -- tomorrow -- after swallowing two loads of jizz?"
I flushed, "Yeah, that's the plan."
He shook his head, "I won't tell her... but I'm gonna drop a load with you whenever I want."
I gasped, "What? Joe, I'm gonna be fucking married -- I will not."
"Look man -- you're still my best bud, but this is a fucking chance I'm not willing to pass up. Not too many guys have a reliable backup to drop a load whenever they need it... Are you really telling me that if I whip it out, you won't be on your knees in a second?"
The heat returned to my face as a I flushed with embarrassment again. I knew he was right, but he made it even clearer next, "And look, I'll just fucking tell Marissa you're a fag if you say no and then you won't have any obstacle to it anyway."
I just gasped and looked at him. By now, he'd tugged his jeans back on and was grinning down at me with a cocky look on his face. "So, I'll see you tomorrow, man?"
I didn't want to hurt Marissa, even though I knew deep down that she'd end up that way anyway. "Yeah, Joe, okay. See you tomorrow."
He confirmed the time he needed to be at the church the next day, but that was it. He tugged on his shirt and hit the road. As I beat off my aching cock furiously, I considered when Joe would make me work him over again. It was much sooner than I expected.
End Part One
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