OurDadsBigGayWedding

by Roland Graeme

  The hot Florida sun beating down on Barry’s practically naked body, the sweat that moistened his tanned skin, the many attractive and equally near-nude guys all around him on the beach…everything seemed to be conspiring to keep his thoughts locked on the subject of man-to-man fucking and sucking, to say nothing of the additional exotic pleasures that Hector had already taught him not only to tolerate, but to enjoy.

  Uncomfortably aware of the way his semi-erect cock was straining against the confining fabric of his tight trunks, Barry could easily visualize himself alone with Hector as a lover. One of the things that Hector liked to do was have Barry stand up while Hector knelt in front of him and gave him a blow job. Barry would close his eyes, the better to concentrate on the pleasure his cock was receiving from Hector’s mouth. He would rock slowly back and forth on his heels, feeding his pulsating cock in and out of Hector’s hot mouth. The obscene, hungry slurping and suctioning noises that Hector made as he worked on him would assail Barry’s ears, exciting him almost as much as the fellatio itself.

  It never took much of the horny, experienced dark-haired stud’s expert sucking to bring Barry off. As he watched the water Barry could almost feel it, that insistent, tell-tale throbbing deep in his balls, that meant it could only be a matter of minutes before he came in Hector’s mouth. If the bastard let him, and wasn’t sucking him just to get him turned on so he’d be receptive to other suggestions.

  Barry might try to delay it, not only to draw out his own pleasure, but in a generous instinct to give his cocksucker more time to enjoy the taste and feel of his prick. But it was useless. Hector was simply too skilled at fellatio, his hunger for dick too urgent. He’d confessed to Barry that he’d been fooling around with other guys since high school, and obviously all those years of experience hadn’t gone for nothing.

  In his imagination Barry could feel Hector’s hot mouth working on him, Hector’s wet tongue licking him so passionately and with devastating effect, Hector’s hands on his body, juggling his hairy balls up and down to milk the come from them as he sucked, or squeezing the solid muscles of Barry’s trembling thighs as he knelt before them.

  When Barry closed his eyes for a moment to shut out the fierce glare of the afternoon sun that penetrated even his dark glasses, he could see Hector’s nude body as he’d seen it that very morning when he’d gotten out of the bed they’d shared. Barry didn’t bother to sleep in the guest bedroom now, but spent the nights in Hector’s bed. In his imagination, Barry could see Hector standing beside the bed, stretching and yawning, and Hector’s big cock standing high and proud in erection, those heavy stud balls swinging beneath it.

  He saw Hector, in this glowing, sensual fantasy, moving toward him, taking his hand and guiding it to that enormous swollen prick, then reaching with his other hand to capture Barry’s.

  “It’s still early,” Hector purred. “I don’t have to get dressed and go to the office just yet. And you, you lucky bastard, you don’t have to get up and do anything, if you don’t want to. You can just lie there on that bed and look sexy. God, you’re hot. Look what you’re doing to me. Look at this piss hard I’ve got. It seems a shame to waste it.”

  As he relived the moment, Barry could almost feel Hector’s hand moving on his own flesh, jerking him off, begging Barry with that seductive grin of his to come for him, to blast his nuts all over the fucking place.

  Yes! Yes! Barry thought to himself, tensing up and pressing his buttocks against the hot sand through the towel he was lying on to try to control his shaking. Come on, Hector, let’s shoot off together!

  He imagined himself thrusting upward in ejaculatory abandon, losing all self-control as he came, ramming his prick deep into Hector’s mouth and throat. He felt the hot sperm, bursting out of it, coating Hector’s throat as wad after wad of it spurted into his mouth.

  He heard the other guy moaning as he sucked Barry dry, and when the dazed blond looked down at himself he saw that Hector’s fist was drenched with the white slime of his own jism as he beat himself off, aiming his own ejaculation at Barry’s body…shit!

  “Shit!” Barry hissed aloud, startled out of his erotic daydream by the unexpected sound of his own voice. He glanced around quickly. No one there on the beach had noticed his preoccupation, but unless he rolled over onto his belly or covered his crotch with the towel, no one would be able to help noticing the raging hard-on that was threatening to escape from his brief trunks.

  Barry sighed resignedly as he sat up and wiped the sweat from his face and chest. During the day, when Hector had to be at work and they were separated, Barry ached for the chance to hold Hector in his arms, to touch and caress him until both their cocks were swollen and pulsating with lust, then to put his mouth around his buddy’s prick and suck it until Hector gave him his sperm.

  He wanted to have Hector’s fuck fluid in him, to feel his big cock pumping its load into his mouth, to taste all that hot come. Or, better yet, to feel it being deposited up his ass as Hector shot off into a condom while fucking him.

  Fucking him. Taking him up the ass. Only a few days ago, Barry would have been reluctant to admit that he was even aware that guys actually did such things together. He’d heard rumors about guys in the barracks who were ass hole buddies, who paired off to take turns cornholing each other. Barry and his fellow Marines had joked about it, rather nervously and defensively.

  But now Barry knew exactly what those guys had enjoyed with each other. He and Hector had done it to each other, and they would do it again, if only because Barry had rid himself of his last vestiges of macho pride. Barry would beg his lover to fuck him, if he had to.

  “Fuck my ass, man,” he could hear himself pleading. “Fuck it hard!” Or, only slightly less shocking, because in this case it would be Barry taking the aggressive role, he might beg, “Let me screw you, Hector. Let me come in your ass!”

  Hector would probably tease him as usual, spinning out the suspense and exacting from Barry a promise that he’d reciprocate before he let Barry have his way. But Hector would give in, in the end, as always, and Barry would give it to him, in his rear end. Willingly. Loving every perversely exciting moment of their violent, no-holds-barred fuck. Giving and taking hard cock like the most depraved male whore in existence. And then wanting more of the same, as soon as possible.

  What was he turning into, some sort of sex maniac who couldn’t say “no” to any form of sensual pleasure, no matter how perverse? People used that word “perverse” all too casually and carelessly, Barry now realized. What he and Hector were doing wasn’t perverse. It was completely natural.

  It was clouding up, and Barry collected his things and headed back toward the house.

  When he walked into the living room, Barry found Hector. Naked except for a pair of threadbare old cargo shorts, he was sitting on the couch, engrossed in his laptop computer.

  “Hey, bro,” he greeted Barry. “Did you have a nice swim?”

  “Yeah. What are you doing? Cruising the Internet, or watching some porn?”

  Hector smiled, but didn’t look up from the screen. “It may interest you to know, smart ass, that I’m updating the business books. Entering the expenses, and the money that’s come in, during the last couple of days.”

  “Your dad trusts you to do that in his absence?”

  “Sure he does. And I’m good at it, if I do say so myself. I carry my weight around here. I’m not just a pretty face and a hot bod, you know.”

  Barry laughed. “No, you’re a real Renaissance man.”

  “Aw, shut the fuck up. Your job doesn’t exactly require a lot in the way of independent thinking. All you do is take orders.”

  “It’s a little more complicated than that, Hector,” Barry protested.

  “Yeah. When I fuck up, Hernan yells at me. When you fuck up, you end up in the brig, or whatever the hell they call it.”

  “Okay, you’ve got me, there.”

  Barry peeled off his wet swimsuit, padded nude into the bathroom,

rinsed the suit out in the sink, and draped it over the top of the shower stall to dry. He thought about finding some clothes to put on, but then he shrugged. Neither he nor Hector tended to be too modest in the presence of other men, and now that the two of them were getting it on together, it seemed unnecessary to cover up for Hector’s benefit.

  He returned to the living room, mother naked, and stood there, watching Hector work, for a moment.

  This time, Hector did look up. “Oh, my. Quite a sight.”

  “Thanks. I’m not distracting you, am I?”

  “You are, but you won’t hear me complaining.” Hector made a few more entries on the keyboard, then turned the laptop off and closed its lid. “Anyway, I’m done, for now. We’ve got a couple of hours to kill before dinner. If you’re nice to me, I’ll take you out to a restaurant, my treat. A seafood place.”

  “Sounds good. What do you want to do until then?”

  “Fool around, if you’re in the mood,” Hector suggested, bluntly. “That’s where the if you’re nice to me part comes in.”

  “Oh, I see. Well, I’m willing to put out, in exchange for a free meal.”

  “You must take after me. Are you sure we’re not related, I mean, biologically?”

  “No, just carnally,” Barry joked.

  Hector laughed. “Come on. Let’s start working up an appetite.” He set the laptop aside, stood up, and walked over to Barry. “Come on,” he repeated, more softly and much more insinuatingly. His hand moved to rest on Barry’s bare chest, his palm pressing itself flat against the pectoral mound, his thumb flicking over the nipple. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”

  Hector’s bed was still unmade, and he pushed Barry down onto the tangle of sheets.

  “You lie there,” he demanded, “and you spread your legs and you let me at that cock!”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I like the way you take orders.”

  “I don’t want to end up in the brig.”

  Hector knelt on the mattress between Barry’s opened legs, and lowered his head to Barry’s agitated groin. He kissed the tip of Barry’s penis, and then licked it lasciviously with slow, swabbing motions of his tongue.

  “Don’t just lick it,” Barry pleaded. “Suck it!”

  Hector opened his mouth wide and used one hand to grasp and steady the base of Barry’s erection. Then he stuffed his mouth full of turgid prick flesh, his lips caressing the circumference of the shaft. His head began to pump up and down as he sucked.

  Barry groaned with pleasure. “Oh, fuck!” he panted. “Does that ever feel good, buddy. Whoever taught you to suck cock sure taught you well. You know how to do it, how to get me hot with that mouth of yours. Go on! Suck me! Suck me, Hector, suck me some more! Suck me off, buddy, take my fucking come in your mouth the way you did the last time you went down on me. Swallow it! Swallow my load!”

  His hands groped up for Hector, and, clumsily, found the top of his head. He began to guide his cocksucker back and forth, moving Hector’s head in his hands. His hips ground up from the bed, jabbing and thrusting his dick deep into Hector’s mouth while Hector eagerly sucked it. He groaned and sobbed and writhed from side to side as Hector blew him. As much as Barry wanted to prolong the act, he suspected that any effort to try to draw it out would be futile. Hector was just too good at sucking cock. He was going to make Barry come.

  “Keep it up!” Barry choked. “I’m just about there! Keep sucking, buddy! I’m almost there! I’m going to come, I’m going to shoot!”

  Barry knew how dangerously close he was to exploding. He could feel the hardness, the tension, deep within his cockshaft—like a hurricane sweeping up along the Gulf Coast, gathering force, until it could be contained no longer and it suddenly struck, in one fierce burst of violent released energy.

  “You’d better get ready,” Barry warned. “I’m real close! Get ready to take my come, man, because I’m so close I can feel it squirting up into my fucking dick. Oh, damn, God damn! Take it, Hector, take it all, ‘cause here it comes!”

  His hands shoved Hector’s head all the way down on his prick. Every inch of it rammed into Hector’s mouth and throat, and the poor guy started to choke on its sheer bulk. But Barry wouldn’t let him up. Hector had teased and tormented him enough, with that talented mouth of his. Now, it was payback time.

  Barry felt his cockshaft trembling almost painfully against the constricting pressure being exerted upon it by Hector’s lips and tongue. And then, suddenly, after making a final shove far into the back of his Hector’s plugged throat, he felt the full, violent charge of his sperm pouring out.

  There was a lot of it, all right. Hot thick bursts of slimy fluid escaped from the overexcited young Marine’s cockhead. The jism shot repeatedly into Hector’s mouth, while Barry held him down and made him take every single drop.

  Only when he had completely stopped ejaculating did he let his hands fall from Hector’s head. But Hector still didn’t seem quite satisfied. He stayed down on Barry’s cock for several extra minutes, licking it, before he slowly pulled back. He swallowed a last mouthful of Barry’s come, grunting, and then just as audibly fought to get his breath back.

  Barry reached for Hector and hugged him close against his chest. They lay there quietly for a minute or two, listening to each other’s breathing, feeling each other’s heartbeats through their chests.

  “You didn’t come, did you?” Barry asked matter-of-factly.

  “No. I know a lot guys like to jerk themselves while they go down on another guy, but me, I usually like to concentrate on one thing at a time.” Hector sat up and quickly stripped out of his shorts. His prick was in the same condition Barry’s had been, until it had erupted—namely, hard, stiff and throbbing, and slimy wet with semen at its tip. Hector put his hand on it and began to stroke it roughly, obviously so eager to ejaculate that he didn’t want to take a moment longer than was necessary to bring himself off.

  “Wait. Don’t just jerk it,” Barry protested.

  “Listen, if I don’t blow my wad soon, I’m going to go crazy. Do you want to suck it?”

  “Sure, but—” Barry hesitated. “Why don’t you fuck me?”

  Barry could feel himself blushing, which was certainly uncharacteristic of him, when Hector looked at him. “You mean it? You really want me to cornhole you, buddy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “All the other times we’ve done it, we were drunk, or stoned, or both. I was beginning to think you had to be, ah, shall we say a little impaired, before you’d be willing to spread your buns.”

  “Well, I’m cold sober right now. And I still want your dick up my ass, man. So don’t shoot yet. Slow down a little, if you can, and ream me out.”

  Barry was already reaching for the tube of lubricant Hector always kept beside his bed. He squeezed some into his palm, then grabbed Barry’s dick and carefully massaged the gel all over the head and shaft of Hector’s wildly agitated cock.

  When he was sure that it was good and slippery, Barry lay back on the blanket and lifted his legs high into the air.

  “Man,” Hector commented, shaking his head. “Did they teach you that maneuver during basic training?”

  “No, but they should have,” Barry retorted. “It still feels a little awkward. Come on, put it in me,” he urged, an eager expression on his handsome face as he stared up lustfully at Hector. “Go ahead and nail me, buddy, before I lose my nerve and change my mind. Fuck me, Hector! Fuck me!”

  Despite his newly acquired sexual bravado, despite the obscene invitation he had just given Hector, Barry still felt a lingering sense of embarrassment as Hector clambered back into position, on his knees between Barry’s whorishly opened legs. Here he was, on his back on the bed with his legs in the air, begging another guy to screw him. His fellow Marines, back in the barracks, used to joke about such thing. They all seemed to take it for granted that being penetrated by another man was the worst thing a man could do. But now Barry knew better. He was going to let Hector fuck him. He wanted it, and he knew he was going to enjoy it. So to hell with everybody and everything else. Maybe his fleeting shame resulted from his awareness that Hector wasn’t just any guy, but was already kind of special to him.

  “Where the hell did we put the rubbers?” Hector asked.

  “Under the pillow.”

  “Oh yeah.” Hector explored with one hand, pulled out a strip of condoms, and separated one. With a single easy gesture, he tore open the packet with his teeth, and then rolled the rubber down around his stiff prick, stretching it and allowing it to snap back into place, to secure it at the base.

  Barry had already retrieved the tube of lubricant and was handing it to him. “Use plenty of this,” he begged.

  “I know. That’s one nice tight ass you’ve got there, buddy. Don’t worry, I’ll go in nice and slow at first, and then stretch it out gradually. Shove by shove. Until you start clamping down on me and start begging me to give it to you harder. That seemed to work out well, last night, as I recall.”

  “It embarrasses me when you talk like that,” Barry protested, not very convincingly.

  “Really? I don’t get the logic. How come it embarrasses you to talk about it, but not to do it?”

  “Oh, shut up and get your cock in my ass. Start stretching my hole for me, you big-dicked bastard!”

  “Nice mouth, Marine.” Hector took his now-slippery latexed and lubed cock in his hand and pushed the head between Barry’s hairy buttocks.

  Barry reached down and matter-of-factly guided the slippery tip of the fuck tool to his puckered sphincter rim. He pressed Hector’s cockhead firmly against his ass hole, and, grunting, tried his best to relax its pressure.

  “Push it in me,” he panted.

  Hector leaned his weight forward, against Barry’s buns, and almost at once his cockhead sank inside Barry’s ass.

  “Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed. “Nice, tight fit!”

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