WEDDING BELL BLISS

WEDDING BELL BLISS

By

Greylock Writer

The morning after my engagement party I woke with a big headache and a bigger boner. I was horny as hell and with the roaring hard-on to prove it.

The party had been fun. I remembered all the toasts, all the glasses clinking, all the congratulations and all the hearty backslapping. I also remembered all the pussy jokes. How I'd be getting my own private playpen. Or my own private prison. Many friends thought that giving up the hunt for cunt was the dumbest thing a man could ever do. I disagreed. Gloria was worth it.

On the other hand, my one-eyed monster needed company now. The only thing available was my own big, calloused fist. With no one else around, I started jerking my dick. "Play it slow, Mike," I told myself. "Let it last, man. Have some dirty fun."

My prick's not that long, just more than six inches, but it's big around. Very big. It takes a long time to fill that hog with blood and get it really hard. So, I like a lot of foreplay and a lot of fantasizing. This morning my fantasy focused in on Gloria and how I'd strip away her sexy black lingerie on our wedding night. I could see her shimmering blonde hair, her luscious pink lips, her firm pointy breasts, her talented tongue urging me on. She'd be leaning over licking her lips, her face insisting, "C'mon, Big Boy, take what's yours."

I'd slowly undo the negligee, pulled it off her creamy white body and move my head down to her lovely crotch. My eyes were closed and my hand was pumping my cock. Damn, I could smell the juices oozing from her slit as I leaned in toward my fleshy prize. My fat prick was almost there, almost hard, almost ready for me to go to town, pound it into her and finish with a big spurt of spunk.

My thoughts turned back inward to Gloria. I really loved the taste of her snatch. My head was moving down. I got my tongue out ready to lap those fuck juices flowing from her pussy. I opened wide, stuck out my tongue and.... Goddamn!.... My mouth was locked on top a hard cock, a fucking huge dick longer and harder and -- damn it -- prettier than mine! Not as fat, no, but what the hell?

What the fuck was going on here? I sucked that dick into my mouth and in a flash it shot its spermy load. My mouth was filled with cum. It spurted down my throat. There was so much it leaked out the sides of my very satisfied mouth. I took all there was and I wanted more. I sucked. I licked. My tongue swirled in a fever of new tastes, new smells, and a new hardness that was very unlike Gloria's sweet, soft, moist parts.

I tried to cut off my fantasy, but my real life prick wouldn't hear of it. The monster filling my hand was fatter than ever. My jizz was boiling up from my plum-sized balls. My nuts drew up, cocked and shot. Cum flew out of my cock. The first shot splattered my headboard. The next couple of blasts hit my face, the jism slipping down onto my lips and tongue. Then there was a trail of cum down my chin from my abundant chest hair to my pubic forest. I'd never come like that before!

But my fantasy kept going. I licked all my cum off my chin and it tasted like it came from the cock in my illusion, a cock that tasted like the sweetest meat I ever had. I lifted my head off the fantasy cock and looked toward the face of its owner. Would it be me? I HAD tried to suck myself off and even succeeded a few times when I was younger and more flexible. I expected to see my face in a well- satisfied, shit-eating grin. Go fuck yourself just might take on a whole new satisfying meaning.

But, no! Damn. It was Scotty, my best friend and best man. What the hell was he doing in my wedding night fantasy? I thought a minute. Gloria liked Scotty. He was tall, with dark wavy hair, square-jawed handsome and a body tight from jogging several miles a day. Was he dicking Gloria and I caught their cheating vibes? But I had to be reasonable. Wrong types. Scotty didn't go for blondes.

Come to think of it, ever since high school he didn't talk much about babes at all. True, we had gone to different colleges and moved in different circles. Now he did PR for a magazine conglomerate while I'm a landscape architect building my own business. So we hadn't been on a hunt for pussy in a very long time. Hmmmm, I wondered, did he even go for babes at all? Fuck! How could I not know? And how could he be my best man without my knowing? I was damn puzzled. But really spent and satisfied. The tension I'd been feeling was suddenly gone.

Shooting my load had driven my persistent headache away. My cock was still rigid because it took a long time for my blood to flow out once its circumference was fully engorged. But it was time to think about getting to work, even if that exciting fantasy kept buzzing in my brain. I grabbed a quick shower, a cold one, to snap me back to the real world. I slipped on a clean black jock, yanked on some old 501 cutoffs and a tank top, then headed out to a huge new house in the hills. I was bumping up against a deadline for a great bonus of fifty thousand big ones if I could get the landscaping finished ahead of time.

My business is still growing and this was a make-or-break project for us. I had my three-man crew installing sprinklers on more than three acres at the front of the house. I was designing a formal garden and several glades of native trees and bushes at the back. Not a bad spread for some whiz-kid computer genius not even out of his twenties!

By mid-morning we'd all worked up a good sweat. The three-man crew went off to the supplier gathering up the hardware which I'd ordered for the sprinkler field. I sat on a low wall under an existing legacy shade tree by the pool sketching final landscaping treatments for a future expansion. I was almost invisible in the morning shadows.

Just then the young owner of the house burst out of the patio doors buck naked. He ran across a flagstone terrace, took a flying leap and dove into the pool with almost no splash. Close behind, another man, tall, broad-shouldered, bronzed like a sun god, came strolling out. They thought they were alone knowing my sprinkler crew had gone. The sun god was sporting an erection of heroic proportions. He was slowly working his right hand up and down so that his tight foreskin uncovered and covered a glistening purple crown.

"Want it, Bill?" the sun god asked. "Take this juicy dong." Bill smiled while paddling in the center of the pool. "Come to me and give me what I want."

"What DO you want, Ritchie?"

"You know what I want, Bill. Your tongue is as long and as talented as my dick is. Where do I want your tongue, Billy boy? Where do I want it?"

"Licking your toes?"

"Where do I want it?"

"Sucking your balls?"

"Where do I want it, Ritchie?" the love god demanded.

"Fucking your hot ass. Getting your hole ready to be plowed deep and hard."

"That's fucking right, lover. You get that fucking tongue over here. Do your thing and open my very lonely hole."

Bill paddled to the edge of the pool. The water was only four feet deep at the pool edge where Ritchie pumped his meat on the deck. Bill stood and Ritchie turned around and squatted down, with his bubble butt hanging out over the water.

Bill uncurled the longest, thickest tongue I'd ever seen and flicked it at the rosebud centering the asshole hanging above the edge of the pool. He was pulling his own cock in the warm gurgling water. Ritchie spit in his right hand as he kept massaging his own huge hard-on.

"Don't be a tease, baby! Fuck me with that tongue. Lube me up with your sweet spit. Put that tongue in and twist it. Eat me, man, eat me good!"

I was close but still unseen. I could hear the wild slurping sound Bill's tongue made as it plunged in and around Ritchie's love hole. He rammed his tongue in and out like a jackhammer. It was like a fleshy dildo working over the sun god's ass. I thought I could even hear his wet sphincter snapping open and shut.

I couldn't believe it, but this scene was really turning me on. My cock was like rock, so hard that the pressure of my jock was pinching it. I undid the buttons of my cutoffs and let them drop. I pushed the jock down and let my dick spring free. I got a whiff of my own sweaty man musk. I was quickly close to the edge but couldn't stop watching the men heating up the pool.

Then, Ritchie rotated up on the edge of the pool. Bill took a wet finger and stuck it up the love god's asshole, then twisted it around. He stuck in a second and rotated both. They both were jerking off like crazy. And so was I. I even wet a couple fingers on my left hand and crammed them up my own ass. I was finger fucking myself and watching in a voyeur's delight. That was a first and a turn-on itself.

Then, it started. The first long arc of cum flew out of Ritchie's cock and blasted to the middle of the pool. It glistened in the sunlight and landed like a long, thin rope of spider's silk cast atop the aqua water. Then Ritchie's cum splashed on Bill's forehead, then his cheek, then on that fabulous waiting tongue. Ritchie's cock jerked out jizz stream after jizz stream. Then, underwater, Bill's dick blasted several torpedoes of spunk that shot through the water and surfaced in a big white circle.

It was too much. Sperm churned in my balls. I squeezed my dick and my load gushed up and blasted out making long sticky tracks on the multi-colored flagstone. It was my second nut of the day and just as big as the first. What the fuck was happening to me?

At the pool, Bill climbed out of the water and planted a big kiss on Ritchie's ripe lips. They embraced and kissed and traced their fingers along each other's body until their soft cocks started to fill again. But they moved their lovemaking back inside just as our crew truck chugged back up the driveway. I wondered what the lovers were doing in the house. My head ran wild with possibilities.

I still had cock juice dripping. I scraped some off with a finger and tasted it. It still had a honeyed flavor, just like this morning. I pulled my black jock back into place and stepped into my cutoffs. The rest of the afternoon I sketched designs and paced off the placement of plants. But my dick stayed stiff in my jock and I couldn't shake the tantalizing images of those raging erections shooting cum like machine guns.

Over the next months I gradually thought less and less about that day. Sex with Gloria was frequent and satisfying She was surprised and delighted by my new inventiveness and new energy. Somehow, I didn't want the same old thing night after night.

I looked forward to the security of marriage even as I had a vague desire for adventure. And as our wedding approached, again I started making plans for the perfect wedding night.

The wedding day WAS perfect. The skies were blue, the ceremony was beautiful and friends and family cried in all the right places. Tears we had were tears of joy. There were warm toasts galore at the reception; Gloria and I both got tipsy. There were hugs and kisses and camaraderie all around. We were lucky to be so loved and to be so in love.

"Need help?" Scotty asked as we were about to head off in our car.

"It's all under control," I told him. "Thanks." Scotty gave me a last bear hug and we were off. I had a stupid grin on my face. I felt smug about our foresight. Suspecting we might be snockered, we made our plane reservations for Hawaii for late the next day. Scotty's wedding gift was a night at the best bridal suite in town, with two huge rooms and an inviting balcony looking out over the picturesque bay. We could watch the moonlight dance along the water as we made love and started our future together.

On the way, I hit the jagged edge of a big pothole near the hotel and blew a tire. In my excitement and with a few too many toasts in my gut, I couldn't get the lugs off the tire. Dusk was settling in, so I called Scotty and asked for help. He was the only one who knew we were still in town; I didn't want anyone else to get worried.

While I waited, my woozy love, Gloria, hiked the couple blocks to the hotel and checked us in. Scotty arrived in minutes and changed the tire in a jiffy, but got filthy with road dirt. He looked like hell in his tuxedo with black gook and grime all over his hands and face. I told him to follow me to the hotel to clean up.

"No, Mike, it's your big night," he said. But I insisted he'd paid for it after all and he finally gave in.

The suite was fantastic. There were flowers, a fruit basket, chocolate truffles on the pillow and a magnum of champagne. Everything except my new bride. It took a minute to find Gloria. She had climbed into the monster master bedroom bed still dressed in her going away outfit. The covers were pulled up tight over her head; already she was snoring in a deep, blissful slumber.

Scotty was sheepish when we found her. "Hey, man, it happens," I said. "Besides, you were the calvary coming to the rescue. No need to be embarrassed."

"Oh, man," he sighed, "you were supposed to be here for each other. Partners."

I smiled a crooked little grin, then sent him in to the bathroom to cleanup. He washed some grease off his trousers and hung them out on a chair to dry. Even in his shorts, he looked hot and sweaty -- hot most of all. "Take a shower," I urged, knowing he really needed to sober up a bit, too. "You don't want head back to my wedding party all hot and stinky."

"OK, Mike," he agreed with a shrug and started loosening his shirt. My eyes were a bit unfocused but still fixed on Scotty as he tugged his shorts down while weaving into the bathroom. A lump bobbed up in my throat and I had to fight to swallow as I was hit by a sudden surge of saliva. I felt a tiny bit dizzy.

Even though I was alone in the front room, I popped the cork and poured myself a stout glass of champagne. It was good stuff. As I settled back on the smaller bed, the excitement, the sound of the shower running, the fizz of the bubbly and the deepening twilight all conspired to send me dozing.

I woke with a start. I didn't think I had dozed for more than a few minutes, but it was now dark. I was still groggy but remembered that it was my wedding night. There was a shadow moving toward the bed and I slid down to its edge. I intended to have my prize.

I reached out and grabbed warm, smooth ass cheeks. Oh, man they felt good! The figure froze. I stood and met the waiting mouth. Our lips joined, tentatively at first, then in a hot, frenzied kiss like I'd never felt before. My head was clearing. I knew my dream was coming true. And I knew it was the one I had the morning after the engagement party. This was Scotty, not Gloria locked in my arms. And I didn't give a good goddamn.

We rolled onto the bed. I kissed a nipple. His chest was firm, not soft and fleshy like Gloria's. And I loved the difference. I licked all around his hard nubs and the marble pecs. He shook and my tongue tingled.

We kissed again, more tenderly as Scotty finally realized that I knew exactly what was happening. "I should go," he whispered. "You're going to hate me in the morning."

"Stay," I begged. "I'll hate myself if you don't."

"Your new wife's in the next room, Mikey," he reminded me.

"She'll still be there in the morning. And the next. I need you now." And, so he stayed.

He let me take the initiative and I wanted it. This was something I read about and dreamed about, but never thought I'd experience. I slid my mouth down his body. I was excited by its difference from Gloria's. His strength pulsed under my tongue as it worked along his hard muscles. I lingered on the ridges of his taut stomach, stealing pleasure in the sensation.

Then, standing in front of me was the moment of truth. I had already felt Scotty's cock fill with blood and grow. I had never seen him hard. In fact, except in my fantasy, the scene at the mansion pool and few porn movies, I had never seen any erection other than my own. I reached over and switched on the bedside light.

His cock was beautiful, but different from mine. It was almost eight inches, of average thickness and perfectly straight. He was circumcised, but if anything was missing I couldn't tell what it was. The corona was red and round and smooth. The shaft itself was gracefully etched in blue and purple veins. It looked..well.. sculpted . It looked so perfect. In fact, it looked exactly like my fantasy.

I have an accordion dick. It's dinky when small, but swells to over inches six hard, with that fat girth, and it curves up just a smidge at the end. Even when I'm jerking off, my hard-on looks like it wants to start a conversation with me.

Right then, though, it wanted to talk to Scotty. And he wanted it, too. He pulled me into a 69 position, with him on the bottom. He was anxious to give me pleasure.

"No, wait," I told him. "I want to take you first."

"Have you ever done this, Mike?"

"No," I told him, "Only in my dreams." I hovered, staring at his rigid prick. I flicked my tongue out and touched his tip. My eyes closed. It was so exciting that I almost fainted. My lips closed around his velvety cockhead. It was hard and soft at the same time, and sweeter than I could have imagined. I wanted more. Slowly, greedily I swallowed his hard shaft. Each inch tasted better than the last. When my nose reached the tangled pubes near his low-hanging balls, I licked my way back to the top. A sticky string of pre-cum bubbled out his piss slit and I lapped up its salty tang.

Scotty let out a long, low gasp. "Man, that felt good," he sighed. "You've got some bitchin' technique for a newbie, Mike."

I lifted off his dick long enough to tell him, "Just doing what comes naturally."

"It's unreal," he said.

"I'm doing it just like I like to have it done to me," I told him. I DIDN'T tell him that Gloria never seemed to get it right.

In fact, there was no time for words. I plunged back on his dick and Scotty returned the favor. We matched movement for movement sucking each other's hard man meat. In unison, we lifted off and started licking and tasting each other's nuts. I chewed on the fleshy folds of Scotty's sac then pulled his balls into my mouth rolling them around and savoring their briny taste. Scotty did the same. Oh, man, this was wild.

Suddenly Scotty was slurping along the ridge below my balls. I was about to go nuts. Then his tongue licked along the pucker of my asshole, gently at first and then probing harder and harder. This is something Gloria wouldn't do in a million years. I shuddered with his tongue pushing in and out, then his teeth nipping at my opening. I probably wasn't at my cleanest down there after my day of hard celebration, but he didn't give it a second thought. I quivered.

"Fuck me with that tongue, Scotty. Oh, yeah, shove it in me, man. Push it in, fucker." I wanted to move my tongue to his butthole, too, but the sheer ecstasy was too much. I was frozen by the sensation of his tongue and mouth working over my ass.

He went back to work my cock. "Shoot it, Mikey, shoot it," he whispered as he sucked my dick. "I want every drop you've got."

"Not without you, man," I said as I resumed heavy sucking on his hot dick. "I want to taste your stuff." We were in a fever. Our tongues and mouths and teeth were an arsenal assaulting our senses. We were at the edge and pulled back a couple times, then I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm gonna come, Scotty," I warned him. "Pull off, man, if you don't want to take my jizz."

"I want it, Mike," he growled. "Shoot that load down my throat. Shoot it like a virgin. Fuck my face. Let me have that cock juice. Spunk, Mikey, spunk!"

And I did. Cum boiled out of me. It gushed out of my cock and into his mouth. And as I started firing, Scotty's dick jerked and shot, too. His hot semen was salty but sweet, like some kind of exotic creamy drink. And I was drunk on the range of tastes and sensations.

I stopped cumming and but kept on sucking his gorgeous hard dick. "Stop, man, I can't stand it," he told me. He nearly screamed from pleasure. "Oh, Mikey, stop," he panted.

"Not until we're finished," I told him. "Get your tongue back down and ream my ass." He did as he was told and I enjoyed his eagerness. His meat was still hard as a rock in my mouth. I made sure it was well lubricated.

I turned around and kissed him. My mouth ran up his neck and my tongue swirled in his ear. Scotty jumped. "Fuck my virgin ass, man," I whispered. "Make my wedding night special, Scotty."

"It's gonna hurt, Mikey," he said softly. "You better think this over. A blowjob for a friend is one thing. This is a whole other ballgame."

"And I'm ready to play ball," I insisted. "Fuck me. Do it gentle or do it hard, Scotty. But fuck me, man. Haven't you ever thought about it?"

"Sure, Mike, I've thought about it a lot."

"Haven't you ever dreamed about it?" I asked.

"Every night for the past month," he admitted.

"Then, fuck me. Let me know how it feels. Damn it, let me know!"

With that he hoisted my legs on his shoulders. He bent over and carefully tongued my rosebud ass. "Got anything I can use."

"No," I told him. "Just you. Just do it."

His cock was still wet. He put the big head to my hole and teased the opening. He probed gently and I relaxed. He rocked it in and out just a little at a time. Then, my muscle ring seemed to grab him and he kept on pushing in. I felt a fire burn through my insides and I stared into his eyes with my mouth open in astonishment. It started as a firestorm of pain that turned into a burning desire as his dick started its in and out motion. In and out. Slowly. A little faster. A little faster again. Then he was ramming me good and hard and fast.

"Wow," I grunted.

"Hurt?"

"Not now," I said. "Wow." Then he hit my prostate and my cock jumped to life. Scotty's right hand grabbed my hard-on and he started pumping it.

The more I could feel his rod inside of me, the more I needed it. The faster it got, the better it got. He moved his hips and I started to move with him.

"Fuck me. Shove that fat cock inside. Fuck my hot virgin ass," I urged. I didn't know what had come over me. Normally I keep my mouth shut with Gloria. Talking trash puts her off. Scotty was up for as much as I could spit out.

"You like my dick?" he asked. "You wanted it a long time, hey, Mikey? You like a man's rod. I like em too, Mikey. And I like fuckin' the living shit right out of you. Take everything I can throw at you, boy. I'm your Daddy now."

"Use that rod," I urged. "Ram it in as hard as you can. Fuck me, man. Fuck me raw. Use me how you want. How you've always wanted."

Our eyes closed. Our bodies were hot and sweaty. Scotty pumped me hard and jerked my cock with steady determination. Each time his dick slammed up my ass I felt like he was going to knock me through the damn heart-shaped mattress.

"Let it go. Shoot that juice inside me. Shoot your load man," I told him. "I want your hot cum in my guts. Let me feel it. Fuck me, man, fuck me tonight."

Scotty shut his eyes tighter. He beat my meat in a blur. I felt his first big spasm hit me like an earthquake down to my inner core and a wet warmth flowed through me. I felt him again and again. His contractions massaged my sphincter and his dick juice bathed my prostate. My trigger was pulled. I shot my cum into his hand. He kept jerking me until my last spurts oozed through his fingers.

He brought his hand to his mouth and licked my sex milk away. I gave him a look of satisfaction and he smiled. He offered a sticky finger to me. I took it and sucked the rest of my jism off.

Scotty was still deep inside me. He pulled out slowly and I felt a twinge of pain. He saw my look and moved up alongside me. "Sorry," he said with a kiss.

"Not me," I replied.

We fell into a short, happy slumber, holding onto each other as we never had before. About midnight, I woke and found him dressing. "So soon?" I asked.

"It's past time to go," he said. "I'm sure I was missed at the party."

"You were in the right place at the right time," I told him. We embraced, kissed again and he was gone.

I checked back at the master bedroom and found Gloria still dead asleep, a dreamy smile on her face. Her clothes were a bit disheveled. What was my new bride dreaming, I wondered.

I showered to wash away any traces of Scotty. Reluctantly. Then I climbed in to spoon with Gloria. Thankfully, she woke without a headache. We had gentle, conventional sex just as we had a hundred other mornings. We finished, we kissed and we resumed a short slumber holding hands. Then, we headed off to our honeymoon.

It's been a month since the wedding. I know I love Gloria. And I've seen Scotty several times since the wedding. We seem to have a new, quieter understanding of each other. There's a new closeness we hadn't had in years. I know I love him, too.

Was our night together a one-time thing? Do I want it to be? Is there a moral imperative to keep it that way? Can a man, newly married or not, deny what seems to be half his nature? Only time will tell. If one time was it was though, it will always be a wedding night to remember. And for the rest of my life, it will be special because Scotty really was my best man. The very best man.

Copyright 2021 By Greylock Writer

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