The Bride Eats The Cake And The Best Man Eats The Groom

I've known Tom forever, well maybe not forever but, since we're both just 24 and we met when we were 5, it feels like it. We've been best friends almost from that first meeting and we went through all the milestones of youth supporting one another. It's strange because we couldn't be more different. He's big, blonde, brawny and butch, while I'm short, wiry, brunette and bookish; he was a C student, I was honor roll; he was the star quarterback, I was captain of the pep squad; he works construction, I teach school; he's ruggedly handsome, I'm boyishly cute; he's terminally straight, I'm as gay as the rainbow flag. All that aside, whatever we had worked.

He's always been able to talk to me about things that he would never bring up with another living soul and I think he has total confidence that I'd never betray his trust. For my part I've been madly in love with him from a point way before I even understood the concept of love or sex. To sum it up he loved me like a brother and I just plain full-out loved him.

Just to show you what I'm talking about, when I was 15 I accepted the fact that I was gay. Looking back on it you'd think I'd have caught on quicker considering the fact that since the age of 13 I'd been flogging the old log, at least daily, to hot fantasies that always at Tom as the protagonist. I guess true understanding requires more time than evidence. Still, once I knew, I just had to tell Tom; it never even crossed my mind to hide it from him.

I remember it as well as I can remember any event in my life. It was over spring break. We were just hanging out in his bedroom. His dad had died years before and it was only him and his mom; she worked so we were in the house alone. I hummed, hawed and paced around his small room for about 20 minutes. Finally Tom grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me down onto his desk chair.

"OK Kevin, I don't know what's biting you but whatever it is spill it before you drive me fuckin' nuts."

I took a deep breath and just blurted it out in one very fast sentence. "I'm gay, but I haven't done anything with anybody...yet and besides that I think I'm in love with you even though I know there's no chance in hell that you're gay too. Don't worry I won't try and put the make on you."

I let out a deep sigh and sunk back into the chair staring at Tom's face. It didn't betray any emotion. He was sitting on the edge of his bed facing me, a blank expression on his face. Finally in his slow, deliberate way he spoke.

"I kinda figured you might be gay. I didn't want to say anything, I figured when you were ready for me to know you'd say something. I've caught you checkin' me out when you thought I wasn't paying attention. I guess if you're gay you'd sort of have to be in love with me. I know if I dug dudes in that way I'd for sure be in love with you. Shit, none of it make any difference to me. If you can stand being in love with me without getting any I guess I can cope with my best bud being in love with me. And buddy if I ever decide to go gay we'll be one outrageous duo."

It was just that simple; total acceptance, from a real stud who was only 15 at the time. I guess he was just so secure about himself that there was no reason for him to freak. As time went on we discussed our sexual exploits and conquests. He described for me in detail his first hand-job, his first blowjob. his first piece of ass, and the first time he went down on a woman. I in turn shared my adventures and he never once blanched or appeared turned off, not even by the fact that sucking off straight guys was my favorite pleasure. He asked me what sucking a guy's pecker felt like and why I liked doing it, but he did so because he was genuinely curious and not being judgmental.

He was also totally loyal. He took a lot of shit on my account. I was so out in high school. You can imagine what small minds insinuated about Tom and me always hangin' together. He didn't let it bother him, in fact if some asshole would make a comment, Tom would invariably throw his arm around me and pull me close to him, not in a lover kind of way, but the way one buddy does to another. "Fuck 'em if they don't like it. If we were lovers I'd like to see anyone of them do somethin' about it."

About 18 months ago Tom met a beautiful woman who works in the office of the same construction company he works for. Two months later they're engaged. The wedding was set for the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I can't tell you how proud I was when he asked me to be his best man.

"Who else would I ask?" He said looking at me like I was crazy for not assuming I'd have the role. "Besides we get to spend a week together in Boston, that's where her family and friends live and that's where she wants to have the wedding."

We traveled up to Boston the Sunday before the wedding and checked into the Ritz Carlton, compliments of the bride's parents who obviously had lots of cash. Our room was huge and looked out over the Boston Public Gardens. Sheri, Tom's bride-to-be was doing the pre-bridal social whirl that women do, meaning that Tom and I were mostly free to play around Boston. We enjoyed doing the tourist thing, most especially since we both realized that our relationship was going to change very shortly, for good or bad.

Three of Tom's butch buddies, who were going to be the ushers, arrived late Thanksgiving evening. They checked into the Sheraton Boston, a somewhat less expensive hotel, but still first class. We met them in the Sheraton's bar for a couple of drinks and we all agreed with take Tom out the following night on a sort of moveable, makeshift bachelor party.

The wedding rehearsal was sent for Friday at 4:00. We all gathered at the church and went through the paces until about 6:00. Then everyone went off to the rehearsal dinner that lasted until well after 10:00. It was only then that us 5 guys hit the streets in search of one last wild time for our doomed buddy. By midnight we'd hit three different strip joints and consumed enough booze so that none of us were feeling much pain.

Tom, who rarely ever drinks was totally sloshed by the 2:00 last call. He was a totally happy drunk. The other guys wanted to go to an after hours BYOB strip club, Tom still had enough sense to say no; besides I think he knew I'd watched all the tits and ass I wanted to see in a lifetime. We said good night to the three partiers out on the street and then I stepped off the curb to hail a cab.

"Let's walk," Tom slurred, "I need to sober up."

I wasn't sure that he was steady enough on his feet to make the walk, but it wasn't really that far so I figured we'd give it a try. I have to say I think it was easier on him than me. As small as I am in comparison to his bulk it was no small task to try and keep him standing. With no little difficulty we reach the corner of Charles and Boylston. Only a short stroll through the Public Gardens separated us from the front entrance of the Ritz. We made it half way through the park when Tom announced he had to take a piss.

"We're almost there. Do you think you can hold it until we get up to the room? It should only be a few more minutes."

"No way man. I got to take a wicked wiz right now or I'm gonna piss myself."

"Well we'd better find you a tree to lean against."

I saw the perfect one with a stout truck. I moved him toward it and then positioned him so that he was facing it. I guess I expected he'd be able to take it from there, but I was wrong. I heard the fly his jeans come down (my ears are attuned to that sound) and then he burst out in gales of laughter.

"I just pissed myself Kevin. I pulled down the zipper but I forgot to take out little Willy before I started pissing."

I walked up to him and despite the situation I couldn't help but laugh. I turned him around and sure enough he was soaked from his crotch all the way down the right front leg of the jeans.

"You finished pissing?" I asked him, trying to be serious.

"Yup, its all out. It feels kinda good, all warm and wet."

"Tom, right now that's way more information than I need. All I want to do is get us both through the lobby and up to our room keeping as much dignity as possible."

The doorman opened the door for us with a knowing grin and a tip of his cap. Thankfully at that hour of the morning the lobby was like a tomb. The clerk behind the desk hardly gave us a glance as we walked toward the elevators and the bellman just opened one eye to make certain we didn't want anything from him. I managed to get us up to the room without difficulty. Once inside Tom seemed to nearly dissolve, as though he'd kept it together just long enough together to make it that far but no further. I devised the best plan I could, considering my own less than clear-headed state. I had him lie down on the floor and then I proceeded to remove all his clothing.

He slept in the nude anyway, but before I could tuck him under the covers there was the real necessity of cleaning him up a little. I helped him up from the floor and onto his back on his bed. I went into the bathroom and prepared a facecloth with warm soapy water. I returned to his bed and washed his right leg. I returned to the bathroom to refresh the facecloth and returned again to wash down his cock, balls and pubes of any vestige of urine. Believe it or not I did the entire routine in a totally clinical way and not once did my proximity to his family jewels spark a lascivious thought, honest.

"There you're clean, just stay where you are and air dry while I wash up a little. I be right back to tuck you under the covers." He merely grunted in response.

I washed my hands and face, brush my teeth and stripped naked, leaving my clothing in a pile on the bathroom floor. When I returned to the room Tom was laying there in all his magnificent glory with the most beautiful hardon that I'd ever hope to see. I'd seen his pecker hundreds of times, a few times even semi-plumped up, but never fully rampant. It was just like him sturdy, rock solid and awesome. I stood there staring at it and at that moment every lascivious thought I was capable of flooded my mind.

I forced myself to look away from it and up to Tom's face. He looked like he'd passed out. "Tom? Tom? Are you awake?"

No answer. The only sign of life the steady rise and fall of his chest. "Tom can you hear me?"

Nothing.

I sat on the edge of his bed just drinking in his beauty. Here was the man I loved, naked, hard and apparently unconscious. I knew what I wanted to do, what I longed so to do. I could do it and nobody other than me would ever know. "Tom," I said shaking him.

Still nothing!

He was mine for the taking, but I couldn't do it. Damn! I just couldn't stand the thought of violating the confidence he placed in me. I reached out just touching his shaft lightly with my fingertips. It pulsed when I did so. I let out a long sigh and withdrew my hand. I would remain honorable. I was thinking of how to get him under the covers when just a faint whisper broke the silence.

"Go for it."

It was almost surreal, I wasn't sure I really heard it.

"What?"

"I think we'd both enjoy it," he whispered, "but this can be the one and only time ever."

He didn't sound drunk and I was suddenly stone cold sober.

"It is what you want, isn't it?" His blue eyes opened and he gave me a little smile. "This is our very last chance, if you want," he said.

I was more than dazed, but not so much so that I was going to miss the opportunity of a lifetime. I climbed up onto the bed and got between his legs which he spread wide to accommodate me. I reached out and took him into my hand, grasping the hard flesh firmly but gently in my right hand. I gave it a few loving strokes, enough to produce a crystal clear drop of masculine dew at the slit of his full, fleshy cockhead. Instinctively I lead down to lap it up with the tip of my tongue. When I did so Tom thrust himself forward pushing his cock hard against my lips. I was helpless to resist and I willingly parted them as he entered me for the first time.

I lost all reason. I devoured him, taking as much of his flesh as I could humanly stuff into my hungry mouth and throat. He'd awakened a lust I buried deep within me, which, now loose could not be restrained. I made love to his manhood with tears in my eyes. Though slower to awaken it seemed that something was now driving him as well. For the first 10 minutes was content to let me have my way with him. I licked, kissed and sucked every part of him I could reach, except for his mouth (straight guys have a thing about kissing lips that's best not explored).

Then he took charge. He raised himself up and with a sound of urgency told me to lie down on my back. I immediately did as he asked. He climbed up onto my chest, cradled my head in his hands which he'd laced together, moved his cock into position, entered and then began to face fuck me relentlessly for the next five minutes. I was in heaven and the thought that soon he'd be spraying his hot, thick load against the walls of my throat and mouth had me so hard my cock hurt from the strain.

Then it happened. Tom's entire body went rigid, he sunk himself to the hilt down into my throat and from throat released a loud "Yahoo!" as he erupted. I could feel his cock throbbing as it discharged and as he relaxed a bit the head withdrew back into my mouth allowing me to savor the full, rich, musky flavor of his masculine essence. He was still going strong when he slipped from between my lips sending a thick, white ribbon of jism across my face. I tried to reach as much of it as I could with my tongue and then Tom, using holding his cock, used it to gather and push what I couldn't reach toward my lips so that I wouldn't miss a single bead of his thick offering. He then just fell back off me and onto the bed. We lay next to each other breathing heavily, trying to regain our strength. Tom kept his still hard dick in his fist, waving it around absentmindedly.

"If you don't stop playing with that thing its never going to go soft," I teased.

"Well who said I wanted it to get soft? I have to tell you buddy, that was the best fucking head action I've ever gotten. You are one fine mother fuckin' cocksucker. And this is our last chance." He gave me a wicked grin. "This time you can go at it slow and easy and make it last. That is if you're willing?"

I rolled over and swallowed him in response.

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written by stix