Jane’s friend’s wedding turned out to be a lot more enjoyable that I had expected it to be, after she went up to our room about 8 o’clock, having drank enough red wine to sink a battleship. I had been hoping we’d get it on, but here she was on her knees, holding onto the toilet bowl and throwing up every few seconds, in not fit state to do anything.
“Why don’t you just go back downstairs and enjoy yourself? I’m going to go to bed and sleep this off,” she slurred as she pulled strands of long dark hair away from her face.
“Okay baby, might as well,” I said, picking up my jacket as I headed out the door. “I won’t be too late.”
I got to the bar with the dancing just getting into full swing and sat on a stool, idly thinking what a lucky bastard the groom was. I became aware of a figure sitting at the stool beside me. “How you doing? It’s Steve, right?”
I looked to my right to see a friend of the bride, Kyle. “Not bad, man. You?”
He smiled broadly. “Yeah, it’s been a great day. Doesn’t Corinne look gorgeous?”
I glanced over to the dance floor, where Corrine was strutting her stuff, looking like a million dollars. “Fuck, yeah she does,” I agreed. “Didn’t you ever want to… you know?”
He looked at me quizzically. “Er, no. She’s not really my type.”
“What, you don’t like blonde, slim, gorgeous and legs that go on forever?”
“Well I like blond without an ‘e’ on the end…”
It took a second or two for it to sink in, then I said, “Oh,” rather stupidly.
“Hey don’t worry about it, I’m not going to try it on with you… unless you want me to?”
I stammered a little, then laughed. “Yeah okay pal.”
“Yeah okay, you want me to try it on with you?”
I laughed nervously again, feeling a tightening in my groin. I was sure no one knew about my few encounters with guys. Was I setting off his gaydar or something? “No, that’s not what I meant!”
His face broke into a broad grin, his blue eyes twinkling. “Am I making you feel uncomfortable?”
“No, not at all,” I stammered, butterflies tickling my stomach. I crossed one leg over the other, feeling my cock growing slowly in my pants. So how do you know Corinne?”
“We work together. Started on the same day and we’ve been friends ever since.”
“You here on your own?”
Yeah. You’re here with your wife, right?”
“Yeah, but she’s gone up to our room, hammered.”
“Let me buy you a drink then, we can keep each other company.”
I thought for a moment. “Thanks. Why not?”
That one drink turned into more and I was soon feeling quite merry. Kyle was good company and like I always do when I get slightly drunk, I was feeling more and more horny. “You know, if I was gay,” I heard myself saying, “I wouldn’t mind if you did try it on with me.”
He leaned towards me and put his hand on my knee. “You’re not gay though, are you?”
Our eyes were locked together now, my heart racing, as I answered, “It’s complicated.”
“Mmmmmm,” he breathed, “Sometimes complicated can be fun. How complicated is it?”
“Well you know I’m married. And my wife is asleep upstairs….”
“And?”
“And I’m really turned on.”
“Yeah, that is kinda complicated.” He stood up and smiled, patting me on the shoulder. “Okay. I’m going up to my room. It’s 475. Give it five minutes and come up if you like, we can try to figure it out.”
I watched him walk away, thinking how good he looked in his suit, wondering what he was like under it. I looked around furtively, checking if anyone was looking at me. I ordered another shot from the bar and after downing it, wandered around the ballroom for a bit then made my way to the escalator and pushed the button for the fourth floor.
Coming out of the escalator, I had a furtive look around to see if anyone was on the corridor I knew, but finding it deserted, I made my way along to Kyle’s room and knocked on the door. He answered, with his toned body covered only by a bath towel around his waist. I hadn’t noticed before how well-built he was, and now he was shirtless, I could see his whole chest and a line down the centre of his stomach to his crotch was covered in dark hair. My cock twitch involuntarily. “Hey, come on in.”
Looking both ways to make sure no one had seen me, I went inside. “I was just going to have a shower. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and I’ll be out in a minute.”
I sat on the bed and took off my jacket and tie, throwing them over a chair while I waited, nervous with anticipation. He came out of the bathroom drying himself off and I felt a quickening in my groin seeing his glistening wet body, making no attempt to conceal his already semi-erect cock. “So tell me again how complicated it is Steve.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m guessing you’re at the kind of curious stage. You’ve been with a couple of guys, maybe two or three, but you haven’t done much more than jerking each other. Maybe you’ve sucked a cock, or had a guy suck yours, but that’s about it?”
I smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, that’s about right.”
Throwing his towel back into the bathroom, he stood naked in front of me, slowly stroking his cock which was now very hard and throbbing in his hand. He looked at me intently. “Well you’re a little overdressed…”
“Oh,” I said stupidly, and began to undress while he walked slowly towards me.
He knelt on the floor in front of me while I sat, naked now, on the edge of the bed, looking me in the eye while taking a grip of my cock, which hardened at his touch. He grinned as he slowly started to stroke me. “Oh you like that; I can tell.”
I bit my lower lip and my back arched involuntarily as his other hand began kneading my balls. “Mmmmmmmmm,” he breathed, “They’re really heavy. We’ll have to see if we can’t empty them.”
I let out a long, slow breathe. “They’ll be empty pretty quick if you don’t stop doing that.”
“Oh I’m just getting started.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock got harder and harder, like a piece of iron, when he lowered his mouth over it, taking almost half of my seven inches inside his hot, wet mouth, all the while massaging my aching balls. Then he began licking up and down the length of my pulsating shaft, at which I lay back on the bed, feeling the tension building in my crotch. I took hold of his arms and pulled him up towards me. “I’m going to shoot my load if you don’t stop. Feels like my balls are about to explode.”
He laid on top of me, our hard cocks touching. His lips inches from mine, he breathed, “Well I’d better stop for a minute,” then raised himself slightly and began stroking my chest, lightly brushing my nipple.
“Oh man, that’s not helping,” I said, trying to stop myself from cumming.
He grinned and lay to the side. “Why don’t you do something for me then?”
Eagerly, I took hold of his uncut cock, marvelling at its size and girth, veiny and pulsing in my hand.
“Slowly,” he breathed as I began stroking, his eyes closed and his hand resting on my hip. I pushed him onto his back and leaned over to kiss and suck a hard nipple, trying to avoid getting his course chest hair in my mouth as he let out a long, slow moan of pleasure.
As the pre-cum began to seep from his cock, I sat up and straddled him, taking both our cocks in my hand and began to grind my hips on him, the motion rubbing them together deliciously. His was about an inch longer than mine, and a fair bit thicker too, but that only turned me on more as he reached up to tease both my nipples between finger and thumb, pulling just hard enough to hurt a little, but not too hard for me to want him to stop. Suddenly, he twister beneath me and flipped my over, lying on top of me again, working his way between my legs.
“Have you ever kissed a guy before?”
“No.”
“You’re about to.”
He lowered his head and our lips met, barely touching at first, before he pushed his tongue into my mouth and we kissed passionately, our tongues wrestling while I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his hips, pulling him into me as he ground our cocks together slowly, gradually increasing the pace.
I could feel my orgasm building, our lips locked together as hard and as tightly as our crotches and I came as hard as I’ve ever came before, my balls exploding in orgasm just as his hot sticky sperm shot over my stomach and our rocking motion spread it all over our torsos.
We lay entwined together on the bed for several minutes, breathing hard as our orgasms subsided, and I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I knew, it was 3.30am and I was naked, sweating, still covered in sperm and realising I still had to sneak back into my room without waking my (hopefully) sleeping wife.
I sprang out of bed and trying to think quickly through my confusion, decided I should shower before leaving. As I came out of the bathroom towelling myself, Kyle was laying naked on the bed, laughing. “I gotta go,” I said.
He smiled and said, “Sure, no worries.”
“You won’t tell anyone about this, will you?”
“Relax Steve, my lips are sealed. We should do this again some time.”
“Er…. maybe, yeah. Look, I really need to get back to my room.”
I dressed quickly and stole a look out in the hallway. Seeing no one, I edged open the door and made my way along the corridor. Almost immediately, my heart sank as I heard a familiar voice. “Is that you Steve?”
I froze. It was my mother-in-law, Sharon.
“What are you doing down here at this time of the morning?”
“Sharon! Er… I’m a little drunk and I got lost.”
“Really? I saw you leave the party four hours ago. You must have *really* got lost.”
I looked at her, feeling like a naughty schoolboy, trying to ascertain what she was thinking.
“Steve,” she says, “I think we need to have a talk. I’ll call you in the week and you’d better come see me when I do.”