STORY SYNOPSIS: Wally's hotel room was set up by his sister's wedding planner and has paired him with another wedding guest. Turns out the guest, Corby, is naked, handsome and quite willing to share more than a room with Wally, but Corby has a secret he's not telling.
THE WEDDING GUEST
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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The day before my sister's wedding, I arrived at the hotel where the wedding planner had booked us all rooms (we paid for the room but she got them for us and informed the hotel of who would be in which room) and checked in. I had put down on the form the planner had sent me sharing a room was okay, so when the clerk told me I'd be sharing with one person, I was copacetic about it. My sister knew I was gay and knew quite a number of gay men, so I figured she'd paired me with another gay man. That might lead to a bit of nice fun and games, but I'd been told the morning of my check-in that I'd have a room to myself. I guess she made some last minute correction. I'd have to see what I had.
I unlocked the door and I heard the shower running. "Hello!" I called out. "I'm your roommate, and just arrived, so don't freak out, okay?"
"Fine with me." came the male voice. I saw the tuxedo hanging on the clothes rack, and figured him for one of the groomsmen. I began to unpack my bags when I heard the voice behind me.
"Hello. My name is Corby."
"Oh, hi, Corby, my name is...Hello!"
Oh my freaking God-Jesus-Joseph-and-Mary help me, what was standing before me that moment was a tall, muscled, black-haired, hairy-chested, slippery-wet stud with a gorgeous face, a beautiful charming smile and a rather small towel wrapped around his waist.
"Pleased to meet you, Hello." he joked to me as he walked up and extended his hand. "Don't you have trouble with that name, though, in meeting people?"
"I'm sorry, my name is Wallace, they call me Wally."
"You're Danielle's brother, then."
"Yes and, and...God!" I grabbed his hand and shook it, then didn't let go.
"Are you okay?" he asked me. "You seem a little shocked."
"I'll be fine." I said. "Wow, I was told this hotel provided some nice amenities but a naked handsome hunk in my own room, I mean, yowzah!" I breathed.
He chuckled at that. "I'm glad I meet with your approval."
"Boy, yeah!" I said. "I am freaking head over heels in lust with you right now." I shook my head. "I'm sorry, jeez, what do you think of me, acting like a drooling pedophile staring over a playground fence. I was trying to make a joke."
"Don't worry, I appreciated it. Nice to know I still got it."
"Got it, packaged it and please tell me where I can buy it." I agreed.
"I just came out to say hi, I need to go finish my shower now, you go ahead and settle in and I'll be back fully clothed in about ten more minutes."
"Okay." I watched him walk back into the bathroom, turning back to grin at me just before he stepped inside the door. And left the door cracked open.
At a time like this, I defy anyone not to turn into a stalker out for thrills. I slid up to the door and peered inside. He was there, at the sink, peering at his face and he smiled, pulled off the towel to show me a beautiful pair of buttocks, then turned around and showed me the nicest, longest soft dong I've seen in a long time, and he said, "I see you looking in, Wally. The shower is big enough for two."
And he walked into the shower and turned it on.
You couldn't ask for a clearer come-on than that, could you? I tore off my clothes and panting hard, I padded in and opened the shower door.
He was there, naked, the hot water pouring over his body and a stream running down his cock looked like he was peeing, I licked my lips as I saw that dong start to stiffen and rise.
"Let me look at you, now." He said.
I "put my goods in the window" and he looked me over, licked his lips, and said, "Yeah, that's nice. I could use some help washing up, could you help me?"
"Sure." I said and he handed me a bottle of body wash. "Where should I start?"
"How about the chest?" he offered. "You can work your way down from there."
I shivered as I squirted the wash onto my hand and it foamed, making a lather like shaving soap. I reached out and started rubbing it on his left breast and felt the hard muscle holding it up and nearly creamed right then. Breathing hard I covered his chest and shoulders and upper arms, then squirted more liquid into my hand.
"I think a foot or so further down should have special attention." he suggested. "I think it's inflamed."
His cock was rock-hard and peering at me with its one weeping eye. "I think it is, too, don't worry, it's just in need of some massage to help it relax."
"I was hoping you'd agree." He jutted his hips out a little as I reached for his organ and I gripped it with the body wash foam in my hand and began to stroke it up and down.
"Mmmm." he crooned as he felt my busy hand on his pud. "That's nice, real nice." He scooped a handful of foam off his chest and reached down and grabbed my own dong. "I saw yours was rather inflamed, as well."
"It is." I breathed huskily and leaned toward him and we kissed for the first time. Wide open mouth, giving it all you got, tongue-twining, lip-licking, sucking, nipping, biting, lapping, tooth-tantalizing all-mouth kissing as our hands pumped away.
I was surprised when he pulled away. "Enough." he panted. "I need some more help washing around back here. He turned his back to me and one hand pointed a finger at his ass. "That central part has a place in it that needs a whole lot of personal care. Do you have a tool that can really get inside there and do a good job on it, get it really clean for me?"
"I think I have just the right tool for the job." I slathered my leftover body wash onto my own prick and his body splayed out, legs apart, leaning over, hands on the wall. I stepped up and my cock slid into the hairy crevice, and I found the sphincter pretty quick. "Is this the part you're having trouble with?"
"Only all the time." he heaved. "I keep filling it up every chance I get and it just keeps needing more and more. Help me, man, I need your help, fast and furious, really give it hell."
I pushed and the sphincter clung, then parted to grant me access and the body wash let me push smoothly all the way inside.
"Ahhh, fuck, yeah." he breathed. "That's it, now work it hard, I need it good and hard."
"Okay, but I want you to do mine next." I panted. "Try to hold off until then, okay?"
"You got it."
My hips began to slam into his ass and the water and body wash made the noises of a shlorp-shlorp-shlorp as I pummeled his hungry ass with all the energy I had. I was too worked up to last very long, but he was moaning and howling in his pleasure, enough that I wondered what could the neighbors think? But I hadn't heard them, these walls were probably soundproofed for just this reason.
"Coming, man, I'm coming, AH-AHH-AHH-HUHHHH, GUUUUUUUH, ARRRR-UHHHHHGGGHHH!" I howled as I spurted one of the hottest jisms I've had in quite a while.
Done, I pulled out, staggered, leaned against the wall to catch my breath...and he pushed me on around so I had both hands on the wall, his earlier position though on a different wall and he was behind me and I felt his whanger knocking on Heaven's door.
"Yeah, do it, man, do it!" I crooned when I felt it. "Shove it in and work it hard, fucking hard!"
His hips slammed into me and I howled like he had done earlier, he didn't pause but began to thrust-ram me like a madman. I rode those heaving waves of male lust and he shoved it deep and howled much like I had, all the way up to, "AH-AHH-AHH-HUHHHH, GUUUUUUUH, ARRRROOOOOOOOO!"
Done, he clung to my back like he wanted to climb up it and I said, "Damn that was fucking hot."
"The hottest." he agreed.
"Let's shower then dress and find the dining room in this place, I missed lunch." I told him.
"I have a better idea." He said. "Let's shower, then stay naked and order in room service. I'll pay the bill if you'll blow me afterwards."
"You got a deal." I said. We showered like old friends, laughing and slapping each other's asses and each condescended to washing our buttocks to help rinse the spooge that had leaked out away. By the time it was done, we both had raging hard-ons again.
"Let's call room service and you can blow me while we wait." he panted.
"Deal." I said.
He called the dining room and ordered a lavish meal I couldn't have paid for on my paycheck even with multiple overtime on it, then splayed himself out on the bed with his cock a sundial gnomen aiming southwest but I didn't care, I got between those hairy legs and went to town.
God he was such a good-looking stud, I mean, every fantasy and porn mag I had picked up had been triggered by a man looking like this guy. He was looking handsomer than ever with the smoothing of his features lust had performed and he watched me with glazed eyes as I pumped up and down on his dong and stared up at his face like a puppy begging for a treat. Which I was, in a way.
He groaned and moaned, and said, "I'm about to come, Wally, you want it on your face or on the floor or what?"
"Mm-mm!" I murmured the negative and kept slurping, he groaned, moaned, warned me, "I'm coming!" and I was hit with another massive load of hot warm spooge that tasted wonderful. I sucked every dreg from him and wished there were more.
I stood, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand and he pulled me onto the bed, and laid me out with just my feet on the floor and he was gobbling my dong like he was the champion perfoming at a hot-dog-eating contest, his mouth and lips were moving overtime speed on me.
I watched him and felt myself falling if not in love then something like it. I had found a man with my own horndog lusts and he seemed like a nice guy in everything else. Sucking my cock for instance.
His finger came up and slid into my asshole and tickled my prostate and I moaned, thrashed and squirted my load into his mouth with my speech center blocked by lust, but he held on and gulped me down like a pro.
"Ahhhh!" he stood and wiped his face like I had, the back of his hand, and said, "That made for a right good appetizer, I hope the dinner isn't too long following."
I had perused the prices of the side bar. "I can spring for a drink from the sidebar."
"Don't bother, just let me suck on your tongue a while."
"An all day sucker." I agreed. "Keeps going and going."
"Yes, I am." he said.
"I meant my tongue, sorry."
"I'm not. I took it as a compliment."
"Let's do it again after we eat." I suggested.
"My kind of man." he agreed.
We donned the hotel robes to receive the dinner table and the waiter laid it out and Corby tipped the guy a hundred dollar bill. I guess he had money for he acted like it was nothing. I kept quiet and concentrated on having a good meal.
Some time later, we finished, and reclined in bed, watching a movie (my contribution, I could do little things like this and was determined to do what I could) and it was a comedy that had a man hiding in a closet naked; he was at a sex party and his wife had come looking for him, while he escaped his wife's wrath, and the closet had a hole in back, he was leaning back against it, and a hulking man on the other side saw it and reached for his junk and next we saw the man in the closet with a look of pain and surprise that said the hulk had just rammed his cock up his butt.
"Jesus that gets me hot." Corby said.
"It's meant to be funny and sexy." I said, inanely.
"Whatever. Let's screw."
We moved into a sixty-nine and I never did see how the movie ended.
We made love again and again, half the time fucking, the other half sucking, not counting one time we just lay side by side kissing and whacking each other's meats. It was all good, and Corby was literally ready for anything.
I fell asleep in there somewhere, because the next thing I knew, it was the telephone ringing with my wake-up call. I had two hours to get ready and make it to the wedding.
I looked up and Corby was already up and getting dressed. "You are awake." He said. "Sorry but I have to get there early."
"I know, let me help you with that tux." I offered. We finished and I plied the lint roller on him to remove some dust. "Now you look clean, polished and sexy as hell."
"I am sexy as hell. I could use a final blowjob." he said.
"Sure." I knelt down and sucked Corby's cock sticking out of the fly of his tuxedo and then I tucked it back in for him and buttoned him back up.
"I have to go. It's been hella fun." He said.
"The best. I...I never got your last name or phone number." I said.
"Don't worry, we'll see each other again." he said. "Later." and he was out the door.
I showered, alone, and then got a bit of breakfast and had to hurry to the wedding. I got there barely in time.
I looked around, couldn't see Corby. The groomsmen were lining up and I couldn't see him among them. Maybe he was one of the waiters or something with that tuxedo, he hadn't said. I found a seat (there weren't any assigned seats, just grab one and hang onto it.)
The entrance music began and I watched my sister and Dad on her arm going up the aisle to the front of the room. A buddy of mine attending the wedding found me and slid behind me and kept me busy whispering to him during the bigger part of the ceremony with an issue he had, I said what I could and got back around in my seat. I could see their backs and the groom was still a mystery to me. Black hair, though. But maybe...nah!
"Repeat after me." intoned the preacher. "I, Corbin Brewster."
"I, Corbin Brewster." said a very familiar voice. I saw an empty seat in the front row and decided to go for it. I got up there as they kept exchanging vows and looked, now my sister's veil was hiding the man's face.
Then he looked back around my sister and winked at me. I goggled open-mouthed and he leaned back up to the wedding. My sister's new husband was the guy I had been banging hard all night long!
I kept my calm and waited in line for the well-wishers to meet the happy couple and when I got up there, I said, "Hey, Sis, see, I made it after all."
"I was wondering. Corby, in case you didn't get all this last night at the hotel, this is my brother Wally. I don't see him very often."
Don't worry." I said earnestly as I shook Corby's hand. "I plan to come visit you a lot from now on."
Especially on days when my sister is out of town on her job!
[This story is a sample from my BRAND NEW book "A Monster in My Pocket" available for sale at my website, the URL is below. The book contains 20 stories with 20 illustrations as well. I will also publish a truncated version of this book at Amazon and Barnes & Noble in the near future, which will remove about seven stories which violate Amazon's and B&N rather stringent policies about erotica.]
THE END
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