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Getting MarriedMy 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 marriedlike a curse. You know, getting married is just something that most peopleassume they’re going to do. Your parents talk about grandc***dren, your sistermight mention about what kind of aunt she’ll be, and of course – eventually -your girlfriend will make little comments about getting married and havingbabies. So, I just kinda assumed that I would get married and didn’t reallycare 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 orwhatever, but I’ve gotten way more nervous than I should have. Don’t get mewrong, I love my fiancee; but, I think its partially just because we’ve beentogether so long. I’m not sure what life is like without her. I’m 23 andshe’s 22. We’ve been together since… I guess we were 17 and 16. We wereapart for a year, though not broken up, but then she joined me immediately atcollege and that was that. Now that she’s graduated and has found a good jobits time to get married. So, yeah, there’s a part of me that wants to go outand play the field for just a week maybe and then come back to her – but, sincewe’re getting married tomorrow that’s not really possible. Too bad I didn’tget these jitters earlier, huh?Of course, that’s only part of the problem. The other part of the problem iswho I want to sow my wild oats with. Men. I’ve always known that I was alittle bisexual – at least since my best friend and I jacked off together backin Kansas. In reality it probably wasn’t that hot – just two awkward teensrubbing one out in front of the other… but it opened a door for me. Watchinghis studly little chest bead up with sweat, his face contort with pleasure, andthen of course his pulsing cock shoot its seed all over him… it just didsomething for me. Unfortunately, I didn’t ever do anything about it – save forreading a few gay encounters here on Nifty or finding a Yahoo Group thatspecialized 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 aboy or a girl.I guess I always kind of assumed that I’d have another chance. That part ofevery guy that wants to believe he’ll never be tied down. So, I stayed loyalfor six long years – but now I was at the prospect of going the rest of my lifeand never having sex with any other person again, and I desperately wanted tohave sex with another guy. Though I knew I was bi – it was still curiosity ina way, because I’d never had a chance to indulge myself. I didn’t want to gothe rest of my life without having sucked a cock, getting fucked in the ass, orhell, even kissing a scruffier face than mine.I, of course, had told all of this to my best friend/best man – sans the factthat I wanted it with a dude. His solution was pretty standard – let’s get ahooker. I rolled my eyes and protested, the last thing I wanted was to havesex with some cheap hooker that Joe would buy. I protested enough and saidthat I just wanted a quiet evening to myself – something which he eventuallyaccepted, though not happily. I was lying though. Despite my protestationsabout Joe’s cheap hooker, I had already decided that I wouldn’t be spending thenight before my wedding alone.***It was about seven o’clock when I opened the door to find an acquaintance ofmine leaning against the doorframe with a shit-eating grin on his face. “HeyAndrew,” I grinned back.”Good to see you again, Tommy,” he responded as he stepped through the doorinto my apartment. He was slimmer than I was, but damn was he cute. Just likeone of the guys that I had jacked off to in some of those old porn vids I’ddownloaded. He had shaggy blonde hair, which was starting to curl in all theright 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 biton his chin. Nice lean body, of course, which was highlighted by the killerjeans 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 loyalfriend of mine that I’d made at the University I had learned that Andrew wasgay and had really lusted after me for a long time in our classes. I’mcertainly not ashamed of my looks. I’ve got a dark Mediterranean complexionand jet black hair. I’m guessing that someone in my family is Italian – butits not reflected in my last name. I usually grow my hair long and spike itwildly, though I’ve done the faux-hawk before. However, my fiancee insistedthat I cut it a little shorter for the wedding so that its not so outlandishfor the photos. I’m a little more muscled than Andrew too – I work out almostevery 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 canl─▒ bahis siteleri friend to hook us up. She was really cooland non-judgmental so she didn’t really ask any questions, just gave me hisphone number. But, now that he was here, I really didn’t know what I wasdoing. I wanted to have sex with a guy, but it started to feel really wrongthe second he stepped into my apartment. He caught this, I think, “Look… Iknow how it is. You don’t have anything to worry about, I’m not going to tella soul.” He stepped forward towards me and asked, “Okay?”I just nodded, knowing that if I lost my nerve I might never have anotherchance at this. He smiled when I nodded and leaned forward to kiss me. Ourlips brushed against one another at first, but with the fear quickly leaving meI pressed against his mouth closely. We stumbled backwards, still making outwildly as we sought out the bed in my tiny efficiency. His strong hands madetheir 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 melightly as his tongue explored my mouth. I have to say that I immediatelyloved kissing him — I can’t say whether it was just his style or all guyskiss that way, but I could only describe it as masculine… the one thing I’dwanted for so long. Not only was it the little prickle of his soul patch, butjust the more forceful way that he approached kissing. It was a new, butawesome feeling.I tumbled backwards and landed heavily on my back as my calves hit the sideof the bed. Andrew fell slightly to the side of me, but he quickly found hisplace again and pressed his tongue into my mouth. One of his hands left mytorso altogether and drifted south, cupping my hardening package and squeezingthe 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 hellof a lot of precum into my boxers. Finally, gratefully, Andrew broke the kissand shifted down on my body. He never removed my shirt and, instead, startedunbuttoning my jeans.Once he’d pulled my jeans down, the boxers were no real obstruction and heshucked them off too. Just two nights ago, my cock had fucked my fiancee allnight long and now its hard seven and a half inches was bobbing in front ofanother man’s lips. Of course, my time to consider the nuances of thesituation was quickly lost as the blond hunk sucked my cock head into his mouthand then quickly deep throated my length. “Fuck!” I cursed as I pressedupward with my hips, instinctively trying to press more of my cock into hismouth. 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 upand down over my dick, his expert mouth driving me mad with pleasure. I guesseverybody likes different things, but it almost sent me over the edge everytime he’d pull back and suck on the head of my cock as hard as he could. Ididn’t know how I was going to last a night with this guy, he was obviouslyfar more experienced than I was. Andrew’s saliva, which now coated myglistening dick dripped down my shaft and into my dark pubes.I would have shot any second, but thankfully he pulled off just in time — Ireally hadn’t wanted to cum that early. His hand slipped back under my shirtas 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 thekiss to whisper into my ear, “You wanna try?”I did, desperately. I didn’t say anything, though, I just nodded. Andrewpulled 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 exposehis hard six inches. I was glad that he was a little smaller, especially if hewas going to fuck me tonight. Tentatively, I stretched my tongue out andlicked his already slick cock head, tasting his salty-sweet precum. Andrew wasintent on breaking me in quickly, though, and pushed forward pressing the headagainst my lips. “Come on,” he cooed huskily, “open up.”I was pretty nervous, but I did it anyway. I parted my lips slightly andlooked up at Andrew’s grinning face as he pushed his cock slowly into mymouth. He only got a few inches in before I stopped him and started sucking onmy first cock. I started off barely nursing on it, but God help me — I didlike it. I can’t explain it, it was just so fucking exciting to have thisman’s dick in my mouth. I deftly ran my tongue across the bottom of his cockand started to suck harder, earning a groan from deep within him. I knew Iwouldn’t be able to take all of him, but I slowly started jacking my mouth upand 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 perabet and worked harder on his dick, bringing one ofmy hands up to gently massage his lightly haired nuts as I continued myblowjob. I felt a faint sheen of sweat break out on my forehead as I keptsucking and Andrew’s breathing got a little more ragged, “Tom… I’m gonnacum 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 mysucking. As I massaged his nuts, I felt them tightening up — I knew his youngseed was jetting out of his nuts and about to be deposited into my mouth. Hedidn’t warn me, except for a loud gasp which allowed me to pull back to acceptthe load. His first shot hit the back of my throat hard and almost made megag. That was the worst of it, though. He shot three or four more spurts intomy mouth, which I swallowed down as quickly as I could. I didn’t exactly likethe taste of his cum, but it wasn’t vile either.”Oh God,” he whispered, looking down at me. “You’re pretty damn good atthat.”I was pretty sure he was lying since I couldn’t even deep throat yet, but itstill made me smile. “Thanks.” I felt good, but this was also very bizarrein a way. I was getting married tomorrow and here I was tasting the cum ofanother guy on my tongue.That quickly became the least of my problems, though. As I leaned forward toclean some excess cum off of Andrew’s softening cock, I heard a key turn in mydoor. 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 sightfor him. He had a girl with him, who looked like she was going to break outinto laughter at any second. “Honey,” she said to Joe, “I don’t think hewants me.”He shot her a look, “Get the Hell out of here.” He must have decided tobring me a stripper/prostitute whether I wanted one or not. She shrugged andleft, closing the door behind her. Neither Andrew or I had moved. Joe steppedforward, looking at Andrew, “You too. Get the fuck out.”Andrew started to protest, but I stopped him. “No, it’s okay. Let me takecare of this.”The blonde frowned, but complied. He pulled his pants back up and carefullymade his way past Joe and out of the apartment. You’d think that I would havebeen 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 mynight with a guy had been cut short.Joe was just incredulous, “What in the hell are you doing? You’re gettingfucking married tomorrow!”I was still in enough shock, that I actually hadn’t pulled my pants back upyet. My cock was still hard and leaking precum onto my shirt. “What do youthink 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 cancelthe wedding?”I winced at the word `fag,’ because — yeah, that’s what my best friendsaw 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 outright 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 yourtest, man. You can have my cock if you really want it, but you’re going tohave to make the move.”The room was thick with tension as we stared each other down. Joe wasshorter than me and a little stockier, built like a solid wrestler. He hadlight brown hair, a well-trimmed goatee, and was pretty damn cute. This was arelationship changing event, though. I’d been curious about Joe since ourjack-off sessions as awkward teens and this was my opportunity to finallyexplore 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 abouthumiliation. Still though, with my cock still hard as a rock — I knew whatthe 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 hisbelt. I cast my eyes up towards him and never averted them while I freed hiscock from his jeans and boxers. His cock was soft, crowned by a thick patch ofbrown pubes. I pressed my face into his crotch and gingerly began licking hiscock, earning a nervous sigh from my best friend. I continued perabet giri┼č like this for awhile, before he finally said, “If you’re going to suck it, just fucking getto it.”So, I did. His cock, which had mostly hardened to around seven inches wasbigger than Andrew’s, but the practice I’d gotten on him already helped mewith 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 afucking faggot.”I ignored his insults and kept sucking his dick, enjoying the feeling ofhaving my best friend in my mouth after years of fantasies. He pressed hishand to the back of my head, “Take it all.”I tried to protest, but he was having none of it. He grabbed my head tighterand slowly started forcing his dick down my throat. I gagged and gasped, buthe just muttered spitefully, “Fucking swallow it, Tommy.”I did my best and, gradually, the urge to gag subsided as I loosened mythroat. Before I knew it, he’d pressed my face into his thick, musky pubesand 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 myface back onto his hard spike as his precum drizzled directly into the back ofmy throat. “Oh, fuck yes. Suck that cock.”Having taken the last step to deep throating, I performed easily for him. Ibounced up and down his seven inches, enjoying the feeling of his length downmy throat as well as the scratchy feel of his hair on my face — everything wasamazing… Even his humiliating insults were a little hot — he was treating melike his whore, not his best friend and I was acting the part. He got into theaction again a little and began fucking my face lightly as I sucked him. Joehad a lot of sexual partners, so I knew he could probably go for a long timelike 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 handsfrom 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 meoff for years. Why the hell did we beat off together? You should have justfucking blown me.”I tightened my lips around his thrusting dick like a vice grip and took inthe 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 justsucked him deeper into my throat briefly as my response. He laughed, “Courseyou do; fucking cocksucker like you loves it. Well, get ready, because I’mabout to shoot straight down your throat.”He was close, I could feel his cock swelling inside my mouth. I tried topull back, but he wouldn’t let me and instead kept himself wedged thickly inthe back of my throat. I should have expected that though, he was playingrough. In the moment before his cock spurted its load down my throat, Iconsidered how much had changed in our relationship. I didn’t know how hewould 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 nextday.”Aw, shit!” he yelled and spurt after spurt of his cum shot down my willingthroat. “Oh yeah, take it Tommy…” After a second, he finally let me pulloff of his cock.I had to get off badly, but felt self conscious about jacking off in front ofJoe, despite the fact that I’d just given him a blowjob — so, I just waitedto see what he was going to do. For a moment, he just stood there, slick withsweat, and looked down at me. “Why are you getting married?” he asked, aftera 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 thisgirl — 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 youwhenever 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’mnot willing to pass up. Not too many guys have a reliable backup to drop aload 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 knewhe was right, but he made it even clearer next, “And look, I’ll just fuckingtell Marissa you’re a fag if you say no and then you won’t have any obstacleto it anyway.”I just gasped and looked at him. By now, he’d tugged his jeans back on andwas grinning down at me with a cocky look on his face. “So, I’ll see youtomorrow, man?”I didn’t want to hurt Marissa, even though I knew deep down that she’d endup that way anyway. “Yeah, Joe, okay. See you tomorrow.”He confirmed the time he needed to be at the church the next day, but thatwas it. He tugged on his shirt and hit the road. As I beat off my aching cockfuriously, I considered when Joe would make me work him over again. It wasmuch sooner than I expected.

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