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My goal is to provide you some sort of sexual contact in every chapter, some will be masturbation but mostly it will involve two people who either love each other very much or are on their way to falling in love. The story of Broken Hearts Boys came to when I was riding my bike through a collection of mountain bike trails and seen a clearing and thought, what a great place to have sex.
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Chapter 1
Wow, that doesn't give me much time to get everything all set up. My sister's friend Stephany just called and said her boyfriend proposed to her, and they want to get married on the 1st of August. Today is the 3rd of July.
My name is Brandon, and I have been planning weddings since I was sixteen years old. The only difference now is I am twenty-two and actually have a business doing it. It seems as a gay man, I have a knack for planning the perfect colors, flowers, and getting the best venues. The only thing is that I usually get at least six months to arrange them. This time I received the call, and they asked me to do a rush job and said they wanted to get married in four weeks. It appears the groom is a twenty-four-year-old Airman who is being deployed to Afghanistan, and he and his love to be, would like to be married before he flys out.
The happy couple to be is Andrew Stevens and his bride Stephany Bishop, soon to be Stevens. Andrew and Stephany have been dating for the past year and love each other dearly. Andrew got orders to go to Afghanistan for a six-month deployment. Andrew is in the Air Force and works on a flight crew. The orders came down fast, and the two decided there was no time like the present. Andrews's commander signed off, and the planning started.
The two called me first because Stephany's older sister was married last year, and I planned her wedding. Stephany insisted they hire me to make all the arrangements.
Stephany and her sister Angela begged me to do it, so I couldn't resist a challenge. Stephany wanted pink and white flower arrangements as well as those to be the colors for the wedding. I called in a few favors and was able to secure Saint Michaels Catholic Church for the venue.
Saint Michaels is an enormous church that has a long history of glamorous weddings as well as other gatherings. After getting everything set up with Saint Michaels, I called an emergency meeting of the wedding party to figure out where to go next.
I always start with the Bride to be since girls are usually the picky ones in straight relationships. I spoke with Stephany, and we set a date for the next day, which was July 5th, 2020, for myself, her, and the bridesmaids to get together and find her a dress. Getting the dress of her dreams was going to be a challenge, and I told her as much. Stephany stated she understood and then emphasized she was no Bridezilla.
That evening I spent hours on the phone with flower shops, caterers, and musicians trying to see who was available. I can pull a wedding together in four weeks, but I can't promise there won't be some hiccups.
It was nearly one in the morning when I was finally able to get my bed that night, and there was not even any hope that I would still have enough energy to jack off. Which is rare because I have the sex drive of a dog. Basically, everything I see, I have the urge to fuck it. I don't just fuck anyone, but I do have a thing for creating mental images and rubbing my dick to them at night. Not tonight, I needed to get to sleep because I had to meet Stephany and the girls at the bridal shop the next morning.
We all made it to the Bridal shop at around 8:00 am so we could be their first customer. I had also called my friend Marissa who works there to let her know we would be coming in. Marissa assured me we would find something for this bride to be. Marissa met us at the door and was her usual charming self. She was definitely working to make a big sale. She all but put her tongue up poor Stephany's tight little pucker.
Marissa showed Stephany some dresses that had been ordered and never picked up because those would be the easiest to do alterations to. At first, we looked at dresses that were close to Stephany's size and found none that she liked. Stephany cited she was looking for something more traditional. Second, we moved on to dresses that were a little larger than Stephany because they could be taken in. After nearly three hours, Stephany finally found the dress she loved.
The dress Stephany found was long and white and had lace sleeves and a bit of lace outlining the tops of her breast. The material was thin and had flowers stitched into it to cover all of her girly parts and not make it too provocative.
Myself, I thought it made her look like a slutty vampire bride, especially with her pale skin and skinny face. In the end, all I do is suggest and provide the needed flattery to make her feel glamorous.
Next up the Bridesmaids dresses, Stephany wanted her girls to be dressed in pink and white dresses that were very traditional with some lace like her wedding dress. While Stephany and Marissa were getting all of the proper measurements to make the dress fit, the much skinnier Stephany, myself, and the bridesmaids looked around. We grabbed a few specimens and took them over to show Stephany, who surprisingly settled on the second we offered her. Wow, everything was going so smoothly.
After getting the girls all set up with Marissa's assistant to get them sized for their dresses, I walked back over to Stephany, and she was crying. I placed my hand on her shoulder and asked what was wrong. Stephany told me she just received a call that a friend of hers from high school was not going to be able to attend the wedding. I patted her back as she finished telling me that her friend was attending college in England and was not going to be able to afford her flight home. I leaned down and placed my finger on her chin and lifted her head to look me in the eyes. I said, "I have a photographer who will set up a camera to facetime the wedding if that helps. Stephany immediately smiled and asked, "You would do that for me?" It was everything I could do to keep from smacking this poor girl. My job is to make these arrangements.
After we left the bridal shop myself, Stephany and her bridesmaids walked down the street to The Coffee Room to get some frappuccino and talk about invitations, napkins, and seating and whatever else we needed for setting the wedding up. We looked over a few options, and I pointed out some more popular options, some pocket-friendly options, and then advised her what companies would be able to get them to us in the needed time frame. My goal is always to point out at least three different options and then allow the client to choose which they want.
With the dress being altered and date on the calendar of when it would be finished and Stephany having some of my sample books to look over and she and I getting together on Wednesday, July 8th to place the order, I set my sites on the groom and his buddies.
The grooms are usually pretty easy because they are dudes and don't really give a damn how they look. Left up to the average groom in the weddings I plan, they would wear their work boots, a button-down shirt, and their cowboy hat. Not cool, guys, not cool.
I called Andrew that evening when I arrived back at my apartment and spoke to him for a few minutes. We set up a meeting at the Tuxedo shop for the next morning at 10:00 am. That would give us plenty of time to get the Tuxedo's in and make sure everything was correct.
After another long day of wedding planning, I sat back on my couch and sighed. I need to smoke a bowl. See, in Oklahoma, medical marijuana is legal, and I have PTSD from something that happened to me when I was younger. I was molested by my uncle Jim on my father's side. No, Jim's touching me in my private areas did not turn me gay. Trust me, I was already thinking about boys in inappropriate ways. But I was not thinking of Jim's ugly ass like that when he walked in on me in the tub and started bathing me. As a matter of fact, it scared me, and I couldn't ask him to stop, because I was afraid he would hurt me. I pulled my secret box from the drawer in my coffee table and started making myself a bowl. I took about three hits and then I fell asleep. I am very sensitive to THC.
I woke up at 9:00 am still wearing my clothes from yesterday, and went to take a shower. My morning was pretty well, like any other morning. I showered, dressed, drank coffee, and then headed to the Tuxedo store to meet Andrew and his friends.
I arrived earlier than Andrew and his friends and took a seat on one of the couches in the fitting area and was talking shit with my friend James who works at the shop. A boy came to the counter and asked if Bradon was there, there was a partition so I could not see him, but I heard him and stood up. When I turned the corner around the partition, my mouth nearly hit the floor.
I did my best not to make this awkward, but it appears I know Andrew from a few years back. From one of the bars downtown.
I was sitting alone at the bar at the Eagle when a boy came up and introduced himself as Andy. Andy was six foot one inch tall, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes with long lashes. Andy was lean and looked amazing in his Calvin Klein jeans and novelty T-shirt. Andy's shirt said Horny, but not Stupid. I laughed and told him I loved it.
Andy and I drank for nearly an hour, sipping on Crown and Coke and chatting about everything under the sun. Andy told me he was bi-curious and had never been with a guy before. I asked him what made him think he was curious. Andy then told me he got excited when he saw other dudes naked in the shower and figured he needed to explore all of his options. I told him that's different, usually bi-curious means horny, and there are no girls around to fuck.
At 2:00 am, when the bar was closing, I invited Andy back to my place to continue drinking and having our conversation. As the drinks continued, Andy got really loosened up, and I lay my head in his lap while we talked. I could feel his stiff cock attempting to force its way out of his jeans. Being the blunt gay boy I am, I said, "I can feel your cock on the side of my face, do you mind if I see it." Andy smiled, and I sat up while he undid his belt and then the button on his pants. Andy slid his pants down a little but left his underwear on and motioned for me to continue with his hands. I didn't wait another second. I dove in with my hands and felt his cock.
I pulled Andy's trouser snake out of its cage, and there in my face was an eight-inch circumcised cock. Andy kept his pubes trimmed nice and neat and only had a one-inch strip above his cock, and his balls were smooth. I stroked Andy for a few minutes, and when he didn't act reserved about what was happening, I lowered my mouth onto his penis and took it in my mouth.
Andy moaned and let out a few short breaths before saying, "that feels really good." I continued to take Andy in and out of my mouth while rubbing his balls around in my right hand. I asked Andy to stand, and he obliged, and I slid his pants down the rest of the way until they were bunched at his ankles. Andy then kicked off his shoes and kicked out of his jeans. Now Andy was sitting bare ass on my couch while I went back to sucking his glorious cock. Andy had this very thick vein on the top of his cock that ran from his pelvic area all the way to the beginning of his helmet. I stroked this vein and put pressure on it, knowing it would please him. Andy continued to moan, and then he leaned in close and told me he was close. I kept sucking, and finally, he blew his load in my mouth. At this point in my life, I was already a professional cock sucker, so I swallowed every ounce of his cum. I continued to keep his cock in my mouth until I could feel it start to soften between my lips.
As I stood up, Andy reached out and undid the button to my jeans and allowed them to drop to the floor. I kicked out of my jeans and took a seat where Andy was once sitting. Before Andy took my cock in his mouth, he looked at me and asked that I not cum in his mouth. I told him I would not dare unless he asked me. Andy started by delicately sucking on the head of my seven-inch cock. Andy's mouth felt so warm and soft. I could tell Andy was new to this by his gentle way of sucking me. I could tell he was afraid of applying too much pressure and accidently using his teeth. Andy started to stroke me with his right hand and play with my balls with his left. Andy was a very talented first-time cock sucker. After a few moments, I told Andy I was close, and he pulled up and continued to stroke my cock with vigor, and I moaned and groaned in sheer bliss. I blew my load on my stomach and all over Andy's hand. What really turned me on was when Andy stuck his tongue in my cum and then appeared to enjoy it because he licked the remnants from his hand and then went all the way down my cock to get any remaining from me.
Andy left, but not before giving me his number. I called a few days later, and he didn't answer. I never heard from Andy again.
And now Andy/Andrew Stevens was standing in front of me as I was preparing to plan for his wedding to Stephany. Had Andy played me to get off that night, or was he really bi-sexual. In order to remain professional, I ushered him and his friends all back. I didn't say a word or even look at Andrew inappropriately, even though I know he recognized me as well. We were able to choose him a tuxedo and one for all of his groomsmen. Andrew's friends left first, and Andrew looked at me and said, "I can explain, if you will let me come by later." I told him we could talk about that another time, but not today.
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