****** Wedding 2 by Ben ******
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Wedding 2


I couldn't believe my cousin, Donna, was getting married. It seemed only
yesterday, she was the little girl with curly golden locks that went to the
movies with me as a kid. We'd been close all our lives, so it wasn't a surprise
that I was invited to be an usher. It was a rather big wedding, all the family
was there.

There was her father, my dad's brother, who combed his hair from his ear to the
other ear hoping nobody would notice that he was bald. It was one of the first
things I'd noticed about him. My mom still had the video of me as a baby
playing with his comb over and everybody laughed when she played it except me.
How embarrassing!

Then there was her mother's sister, Aunt Roberta, she was still single. What a
shock. She weighed three hundred pounds and had a mustache as thick as my
dad's.

My uncle and her's, Uncle Marty, the big shot movie producer was there too. He
acted like he was rich because he lived in Los Angeles. What he really did was
produce low cost B movies that nobody watched. He once got the superstar actor
David Beaglestein. Who? I didn't know either.

Then there was Donna's brother, Steve. Nobody had heard from him for five years
after his dad threw him out of the house when he told him he was gay. He was
standing alone against the wall of the dance floor because nobody wanted to
talk with him. I guess everybody was nervous, not knowing how to talk to
someone who was a homosexual.

He seemed sad, being alone with no one to talk to. Every now and then a peppy
disco song would play and he'd perk up a little and dance a little to the
music. Then a slow dance would come on again and he'd be down again.

I felt sorry for him, so I went over to talk with him.

"Hey, Steve, how you doing?" I asked, trying to not sound nervous.

"Hi, Joe, I'm doing pretty good," he answered.

There was an awkward pause, I interrupted it first.

"So, your sister's getting married. You seeing anybody?" I asked politely.

He smiled, "No, I'm not."

Another awkward pause. Again, I interrupted it.

"So, you working? What are you doing?"

"Yeah, I'm doing accounting at the Fourth Federal Bank in Mapleville. I just
got promoted, I was a teller and I was going to college. I just graduated with
a degree in accounting and as luck would have it, their accountant was about
ready to retire. Everybody likes me there a lot, so I got the job without a
hassle."

"That's great, Steve, congratulations," I replied.

"What are you doing, Joe?" he asked.

As I started walking with him, I talked about my job. "I'm a salesman at Morris
and Dick's Television on Main Street." Saying "Dick" reminded me that he was
gay. I awkwardly glanced at him and we both chuckled. The thought struck me
that I might be convinced to try homosexuality. I'm not gay, but I'm not scared
of it. The very thought of it made my cock start growing involuntarily.

He didn't see it, so we kept walking. We got a ways from the center of the
party and there were just a few people there having conversations in a quieter
area.

"I thought everybody was scared to talk with me because I'm gay," he mentioned.

"Well, that's probably true, but I know a few gay guys, so I'm ok with it."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I think most guys are afraid we'll take them into
a secluded area and rape them or something," he joked.

Again, I was rather awkward and glanced at him. My cock was getting harder, and
then he noticed it. He eyes got wider when he saw my Johnson making a tent in
my tux pants. He stopped and looked at me.

"Are you ok?" he smiled.

"Yeah, I guess it's all this talk about sex," I said awkwardly.

"Well, I could take care of that for you," he said rather gayly.

At this I stopped smiling and got serious. The thought of him and me was
getting me excited. My breathing got quicker.

Steve noticed my reaction and how nervous I was about it. He could tell I
wanted to do it, but I was afraid to ask so he took the initiative.

We were right next to the men's restroom door so he gently pushed he in. He
locked the door behind him and turned around and smiled.

Nervous as I was, I knew what was going to happen and I smiled too. He came
closer and kissed me full on the lips. The sensation was unforgettable. He was
firm, yet tender. His tongue roamed the inside of my mouth and gave me feelings
I'd never gotten from a woman.

Then he took off my jacket, tie, and shirt, then my pants. As he did, I heard
Lou Bega singing "Mambo Number 5" on the speaker. Down came my briefs and out
came my dick. It was seven inches long and thin, but I'd never seen it that big
before. Steve gently licked the tip of my uncircumsized cock and a little bit
of pre-cum came out. Then he swallowed the whole thing, all the way to the end.
The feeling was incredible. He obviously had a lot of practice. I moaned with
pleasure as he sucked me as I leaned on the sink. I thrust my hips into his
face as he sucked me and I put my hands on his head. He put his hand in his
pants, put his finger in his butt, and he also moaned with pleasure.

My cock was hard as a rock and it was slick with his saliva. Then he got up and
took his clothes off. He bent over the toilet and opened his ass for me.
Anticipation was making me shake but I went down and smelled his ass. It
smelled like crap and the fumes made me harder. I kneeled down behind him and
rubbed the tip of my cock on his anus. It clenched up automatically then
loosened. Then I plunged my rock hard dick into Steve's butt. He made a grunt
then a long sigh and said, "Fuck me, Joe, fuck me to death!" So, I fucked Steve
in the ass with very little lubrication and he gasped with every thrust. He
grabbed his cock and beat off faster and faster.

I was fucking him harder and faster and he had a grin on his face from ear to
ear. I grabbed his hips and thrust faster.

Finally with a mind blowing orgasm that cut through me like a knife, I filled
his ass with my come.

He felt himself get filled up and then he came with a long sigh and he shot his
load so far it got all over the wall.

We both gasped and my come oozed out of his ass. Half exhausted I pulled out
off him. My cock was yellow with his shit all over me. Then he sat down on the
toilet and shit out all my come with a sigh.

I looked in the mirror, my hair was messed up, my pants were around my ankles
and I had shit all over my cock as it got smaller.

"Knock, knock, knock," someone knocked on the men's room door.

Remembering about the wedding, I quickly put my tux back on, forgetting to
clean off my cock, saying, "just a minute." I tied my bow tie, asked Steve how
I looked, who was still on the pot. He said I looked great, so I left.

"There's still a guy on the toilet," I said to the waiting man, "But the
urinal's free."

I went back to the party with a smile on my face.


If you have any questions, complements, complaints, suggestions, or suggestions
for another title for this story, feel free to write me, Ben, at this address:
krys_2@hotmail.com Please specify which story you're commenting about.

-Ben

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