I'd like to thank all who have responded in the past. Plus, I'd like to extend additional thanks to the one and only Neuman, who has been a critic and consultant since the original posting of the series. I'd also like to thank Sean for his input. And last but not least, I'd like to thank Matt for giving his view on how a real Matt would act.
Now for the legal stuff. This is a work of fiction. All similarities to real life are strictly coincidental. Please be aware that this story is about gay college students learning about love and life. If this offends you, you shouldn't be anywhere near the Gay College section of the Nifty Archives anyway! Also, if you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), please exit now.
Joe, The Man Part
By Joey E
"Little Bud!" Matt exclaimed as he bounded up the stairs of my apartment. I was in the living room, getting my shit packed for our mini-vacation over a four day weekend. It wasn't a holiday, but hey, we both needed it. It was Thursday morning and I had gotten up about an hour ago.
"BRO!" I yelled as I looked up from packing my carry-on. I looked at the display on the VCR. "You're way early!"
"I know, bud, but I couldn't help it. This is gonna be a great time this weekend," he said, coming into the apartment with his suitcase and backpack.
"Just set those things down there. I'm almost ready. Just have to pack a few more things."
"Okay, bud," He said, setting his shit down. I walked over towards him and gave him a big hug and kissed him gently on the lips. Not out of passion, but out of love, genuine love for this big hunk of man before me.
I got my shit together, and was boiling with excitement. We were going down to Orlando, Florida, our first trip/vacation together. My best friend, Ed, from high school was getting married to his college girlfriend this weekend and I was going to be in the wedding party. He told me I could bring a date, male or female. I opted for male, but wouldn't be too obvious about it. It would be the first time I would get to see my man all dressed up.
I made sure I packed everything that I needed. Matt gave me the quiz, as I checked for everything. We woke up Kevin, who was going to give us a ride to the airport and (hopefully, if he wasn't drunk) pick us up on Sunday evening from the airport. When he was coherent enough to drive, we were off to the Philadelphia International Airport. We found the right place to be, the right gate, checked in, and waited, rather impatiently, for the airplane.
"What seat did you get?"
"25C." he replied. "What did you get?"
"25A," I answered. "I wonder why they didn't put us together."
"Luckily you got an aisle seat."
"Why do you say that, bro?"
"Because, your fat ass would never fit in anything but an aisle seat!" I said, grinning.
"GEEZ!" Matt exclaimed. "You just can't it go, can you?"
"No, I can't...Mike..." I said, calling Matt the name of a certain baseball catcher with the last name of Piazza.
"Oh, you little shit..." he mumbled, grinning at me. "I'll get you good for that!"
"Yeah, right. According to you, you said baseball players were pussies right?"
"So, what's a faggot baseball catcher going to do to Joe, the Man?"
"Don't get me started now..." Matt said, reaching his hand around to grab my ass very nonchalantly.
"Ooo!" I gasped, feeling his hand on my ass.
The plane arrived on time. Turns out for some reason, it wasn't a very crowded flight, in fact, we got a row all to ourselves towards the back of the plane. Matt turned around and grinned a wicked grin as he realized that there was no one around us. I grinned back, knowing that this could be a very interesting flight down to Florida.
We stored our shit underneath the seats and sat down in our correct seats. I was secretly hoping that we'd be alone. And it turns out we were. There were people behind us and people in front of us, but there was no one on the side of us for two rows. After listening to the instructions about emergency situations, and after waiting for 15 minutes for what reason, I don't know, we were finally on the runway taking off in the air. Matt looked over my shoulder out the window, as we took off. At one point, he rested his chin on my shoulder, and I could feel his warm body against my back. We had dressed casual, t-shirt and jeans as we usually did. Only he filled his t-shirt much better than I did. However, I always was known to wear baggy shirts. If they're too tight, I get too hot (temperature wise!)
We were up in the air and we made some conversation, talking about my best friend, and what his fiancée was like. They were meant for each other I felt. I knew it was a marriage that would work out well. He graduated last spring, was in a good full time job. She graduated in the summer, and got a good job teaching as well. They had been living together for the past six months. He had called me up about a month and a half ago, wanting to know if I wanted to be in the wedding or not. We had talked about it before, but never really confirmed it. So, I was excited, since this was the first wedding I would participate in. I had played the organ for three of my other friends' wedding.
"Do you want to have a wedding when you're older?" Matt asked.
"Sure man. Sometime along the road. You?"
"Yeah, I think it would be awesome to have one, bud."
We sat in silence after that. I was wondering what it would be like to be married to Matt. I knew it was WAY too soon for that. But it was something to look forward to maybe in two years or more.
"Would you have married Dan?" Matt asked, quietly.
"Dan? What brings him up?" I asked, surprised he would ask such a thing.
"I don't know. I think about the guy every now and then."
"Can I ask why?"
"Don't know, bud. Usually it's about thinkin' how special a guy he was to have you."
I smiled as I thought back to my time with Dan. Though it was short, only 4 months, they were memories that I'd never forget.
"Does it bother you, Matt?"
"Why should it bother me, little bud? I know you loved him. And he loved you. But I know you love me, and I love you."
"True," I said, smiling at his face. "And if things kept going the way they were, then, yes I'd have married Dan. But he's gone. I can also so, however, that if things keep going the way they are, who knows? Maybe one day we'll get married!" I said, laughing.
Matt grinned. "Who knows? All I know is that I am going to enjoy life now!"
"Absolutely, bro," I said, smiling. "And speaking of enjoyment...why don't you put that cover over your hot body?" I asked, whispering the last part in his ear.
"Think about it hot stuff!" I said, smiling.
His eyes lit up for a moment and his face broke into a wicked grin again.
"You slut!" he whispered in my ear. I giggled.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"All right, but I'm gonna put the blanket over your lap first..." he said, grabbing the small blanket supplied by the airline and gave it to me. I quietly put the blanket over my lap, and grabbed Matt's hand and dragged it under the blanket. Apparently, that's all I needed to do, because Matt's hand was in my jeans in no time. I let out a little gasp and closed my eyes.
Before I knew it, my jeans were undone and my zipper was down, and my dick was up, standing at attention, ready for any action that was in store for it. I opened my eyes and looked at Matt, who was staring at me, watching any reaction I had to what he was doing.
I felt his hand start stroking my 6" cock. God, I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought to myself. I can't believe he's doing this now. I felt his hand slowly going up and down on my cock. God, it felt good. He suddenly reached in with his other hand and started stroking my balls. I sighed again, but being careful not to be too loud.
Suddenly, after about two minutes of continuous stimulation, I thought,
where the hell am I going to shoot my load? I reached over and stopped
Matt's hand from stroking me.
"What?" he whispered.
"Where the hell do you want me to shoot it?" I whispered back.
"Hmm...in my mouth?"
I looked at him like he was crazy.
He resumed stroking. All I could do was close my eyes and enjoy it. I knew I was getting close and I didn't know what to do.
"You close?" he whispered.
I opened my eyes and nodded yes.
He grabbed the other blanket and put it on the head of my cock and continued to stroke me.
"Oh yeah," I whispered. I felt it build up inside of me. I knew I had to keep quiet though. Matt kept looking at me. I felt the first blast come out of my cock into the layered tissues that were over my tip. I felt a few more blasts come out. I wanted cry out in pleasure.
Suddenly, the flight attendant (who was a guy) walked by. Matt quickly took his hand out from underneath the blanket and I hoped the flight attendant didn't notice. He did, and he even grinned at us, as if to say, I know your story.
Matt's face turned red in embarrassment. I just laughed.
"What?" He asked.
"He knew what we were doing," I said, grinning, and trying to pull up my pants after cleaning my cock off with the blanket.
"Dude, that's fucked up!"
"Oh come on, he's probably one of us!" I said, buttoning my jeans up. "He probably fuckin' wants to join us!"
Matt laughed at that comment. "Oh, bud, that just killed the mood for me. I'm not even hard anymore."
"Well I can make it hard.."
"Nah, not now, bud. Later..."
I was slightly disappointed, but I didn't let it get to me. I had gotten off. And if Matt really did want to get off, he would've let me. But, after knowing Matt for the past two months, I knew I was a little more horny than he was. Not much, but just a bit more.
I checked out the flight attendant who was cute in his own way. He was maybe in his mid-twenties, 5'9", brown short hair, slim. Matt poked me in the rib cage after he saw me staring too long.
"Damn, Joe!" He said, smiling. "You never stop looking, do you?"
I grinned. "Actually, Matt, he does look familiar to me!"
"I don't know, bro!"
"Like does he look familiar like you fucked him?"
"No not exactly," I said, not quite being able to put my finger on it. I knew his face looked familiar though. I thought back. Was he from the clubs? Online maybe?
"WAIT!" I suddenly said. "I know where he's from!"
"Where, bud," Matt asked, amused.
"AOL?" Matt laughed.
"Yeah! Actually, it's quite embarrassing..." I said, not knowing if I ever told Matt about my liking of phone sex. Don't ask me why? I think it has to do something with my musical ear, but I get quite turned on by the sounds of sex. I love to hear guy moan.
"Oh, he's one of your phonesex flings?" Matt asked, grinning.
I stared at him wide-eyed. "How did you know?"
"WOAH!" Matt said, laughing. "I was just joking! Is he really, little bud?"
"I think so man. We've done it several times. He said he was flight attendant. And now that I think of it, he works for this airline! Damn, man, that's fucked up if it is him!" I said.
"Well, there's one way to find out!" Matt said, laughing. He got the attention of the flight attendant.
"Oh, you bitch!" I muttered. The flight attendant came over. I was about to kill my boyfriend. For some unknown reason, he liked to watch me squirm.
"Excuse me, but I believe my friend here knows you," he said. "Don't you, Joe?"
I finally looked up at the attendant's face and he smiled at me. "Bill?" I sheepishly asked.
"Joe?" He asked, looking surprised.
"Bill?" I asked, grinning.
"Damn! This is too weird, Joe! What a surprise!"
"You're telling me!"
Matt watched us in amusement.
"What has it been? Two years since we started talking?"
"Yeah, about that," I said, still absorbing the whole thing. "I haven't talked to you on-line in months." I said that for two reasons. One, it was the truth, and second, Matt was with me.
"Yeah, I sort of changed my screen name. I still have the old one, though." He held out his hand. "Well, it's certainly is nice to meet you, Joe!"
I shook his hand. "Same here, Bill. And I'd like you to meet my bud, Matt."
They shook hands. "Pleased to meet you," Matt said.
"Same here," Bill said. "Well I gotta get back to work. And you two, behave okay?"
We both laughed. "We'll try," Matt said, grinning.
Well, that was fucked up to say the least. The rest of the flight was non-eventful. We knew Ed himself would be there to pick us up at the airport. I was so excited to see him, after all it had been at least two years since I last saw him. We gathered everything up, headed out of the plane, and there was Ed waiting for us amongst the crowd that had gathered around the gate.
"Ed!" I said, when I spotted him. He wasn't too hard to spot. Ed was average looking. Not hot, but not ugly either. He was 6'2", 210lbs, brown/blonde hair, blue eyes, and a rather long nose, which I had kidded him endlessly about.
"JOE!" he said, walking toward us as we were walking toward him. We extended our hands and shook them.
"Hey, Ed, I'd like you to meet my better half, Matt. Matt this is my best friend from high school, Ed."
"Glad to finally meet you," Matt said, holding out his head. "Joe has told me a lot about you."
Ed shook Matt's hand. "I hope at least some of it was good," he said.
Matt laughed. "Yeah, don't worry."
"Well, Joe you certainly got a big guy, didn't you?" Ed said, as we continued walking on our way to the baggage carousel.
I blushed and nodded my head yes. Matt grinned. We made small talk while waiting for the luggage about the flight, about what was going on during the next few days, and shit like that. Ed had granted us the use of his car since he knew we wanted to be off on our own for some of the time. He also informed us that we would not have our own bedroom in the hotel. We couldn't complain because it wasn't costing us anything to begin with. We were going to room with his two younger brothers. One of which I had a slight crush on in high school.
We arrived at the hotel, checking in, and headed upstairs to the room. His bros were not there yet. So we unpacked some of our shit and got comfortable. We then changed out of our jeans and put on shorts, since it was much warmer in Ft. Lauderdale than in South Jersey. Damn, I missed seeing my man in shorts. And apparently, Matt missed his man in shorts as well.
"Damn, little bud," Matt said, while Ed was taking a piss in the bathroom. "You look sweet in those shorts..."
I grinned. I had to agree with him. I did look cute in my cargo shorts. "Well, look at you, babe! You're not too bad yourself."
We had agreed to go to the beach that afternoon. Ed wanted to spend sometime with me before he got too wound up in the wedding, and that's the way I wanted it too. I felt kind of bad for Matt because he was actually like the third wheel. But nevertheless we had fun at the beach, watching the girls/guys on the beach, building sandcastles, and as for me, I was working on my suntan. Before we knew it, it was diner time and we headed back to the hotel. By that time though, Ed's bros were in the room, which was a slight disappointment on our part. But even then, we had fun. Ed, his two bros, Matt, and I went out to dinner and had a great time. Matt seemed to get along with Ed quite well, which I was happy to see. And Ed appeared to like Matt too.
By the time dinner was over, the two bros went back up to their rooms and Ed had to head back to his fiancée's place. Matt and I went out for a walk on the beach, the first time we had been alone since we got into Florida.
"Isn't the ocean beautiful?" he remarked.
It was still light out, even though it was evening.
"I am so glad you came with me," I said, putting my arm around his waist. God he looked hot without his shirt on. His smooth cut chest, his six pack abs, his smiling face, his tanned skin...ugh! I felt a rising in my swimsuit.
He looked down at me. I could see his eyes wandering over my smooth body. And then I saw something growing in his shorts as well. He grinned at me when he noticed I noticed.
"God, I love you, bud," he said softly. "You are so beautiful."
I smiled and we kept walking. "Sorry if you felt sort of left out today, Matt. I try to include you as much as possible."
"Little bud, don't worry about it. I know he's your friend from high school and all and just seeing you so happy was enough for me."
"Cool," I said.
The next day went by rather quickly. I don't know all the things we did. Matt and I were together, but never alone it seemed. We didn't even get to do anything because Ed's bros were sleeping right next to us in the same room. I went down before Matt did, since I was hungry. Matt came down later with his Ed's younger brothers.
As Matt sat down next to me at breakfast (we ate breakfast with Ed's bros, Ed, and Karen, his soon-to-be-wife), he whispered in my ear..."Did you beat off in the bathroom this morning?"
I grinned and shook my head yes. "How about you?"
"Oh yeah..." he said, grinning.
I had to go pick up my tuxedo and make sure it fit, which it did. Matt went with me to do that. But so did Ed and his girlfriend.
"Little bud, you look hot!" he whispered in my ear.
"Thanks," I said, blushing.
Then it came time for the rehearsal. It seemed to be drawn out and long at Karen's church. I was patient though, enjoying that fact that I was actually in a wedding, and my best friend was actually getting married. We then went to the rehearsal dinner, the usual shit before a wedding. Matt and I had both agreed to tone ourselves down while we were there. Although it was obvious that I brought a guy for a date, I just used the excuse that I broke up with my girlfriend and had no one else that could come along.
So, then the night came. Ed approached me before Matt and I left the dinenr.
"Joe, I'd like you to hang out with me tonight."
Matt was right behind me.
"Okay. Sounds good," I said, and then I turned around to Matt. I opened my mouth to tell him that we were going to hang out with Ed tonight, but he interrupted.
"Go ahead Joe. I'm gonna hang out with his bro's tonight. Ed and I already talked about this."
I looked at both of them for a moment and smiled. "Okay, babe. I'll see you when I get in I guess."
"Go ahead, bud. Have fun. This is his last night being single. I'm sure you'll find something to do!"
Ed laughed. "In his dreams!"
I laughed after that comment. "Sorry, Ed. I've already sampled your goods!"
Matt laughed his full deep laugh. "Seriously guys, go on. Have fun. Don't worry about me, Joe. I'll be fine!"
We said goodbye and I climbed into Ed's car.
"So where are we going?"
"I don't know much around here. What would you like to do?"
"Seriously?" I asked.
"I'd love to find two pianos somewhere and just jam out, just like old times. But where are we going to do that?"
"I figured you might want to do that," he answered. "So, it ain't too pianos, but it's one piano and a keyboard."
"Where are we going?"
"To my house, of course!" he said, smiling.
We pulled on to the highway and we just started talking.
"So, this guy Matt. He seems like a cool guy," Ed said.
I smiled as a picture of Matt came into my head. "Oh he is, man. He is."
"You really like him?" Ed said.
"Yeah, I do. And how about you? Are you ready for the big day tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I think I am. I'm looking forward to it actually. It's a little nerve-racking, but it's cool too."
"Hey, I wanted to say thanks again for letting me be in your wedding. It's an honour."
"The honour is all mine."
We made a trip back all the way to his house. It was an hour drive or so. But his family was all down in Ft. Lauderdale. He went into his old room, came out with his old keyboard, and we sat down together and jammed. To anything! From Les Miserables to Green Day. From Bach to Scott Joplin. There is nothing like playing with someone you respect and know so well, musically. Three hours had passed like three minutes.
We finally made it back to Ft. Lauderdale and we still went out afterwards to a bar/club. Ed told me it was mixed. I didn't care really. He bought me two drinks, and I bought him two more afterwards. We kept on talking and talking throughout the whole night. I saw some pretty cute guys, and he saw some pretty cute girls. Some of which were both looking at us.
"Come on, Ed. What's the harm? You'll never be able to flirt like this again."
"I'll only do it if you flirt with that guy that's been looking at you
"Which one?" I asked him, looking around.
"That one, right next to you," he said, softly in my ear.
I casually turned around and looked at the guy standing next to me. He wasn't too bad. He looked like a surfer dude, actually. The blond wavy medium length hair, the tanned body. He had a Quicksilver white t-shirt on with dark cargo shorts on. As I casually glanced back up to his face, I saw his eyes looking into mine and I quickly turned away.
"Dude, is this bar gay or straight?"
"Damn," I said. "I'm taken, Ed! I don't need this temptation!"
"Well, he's still checkin' you out," Ed said, looking over my shoulder at I would assume him.
"Fuck. He was pretty cute," I said. "But what about that chick that's looking at you?"
"Who? The one next to surfer guy?" he asked, smiling.
"Yeah," I said, taking a sip of my screwdriver.
"Hmm..." he said, taking a sip of his beer. "Foursome?" he asked, grinning.
"You're fucked up, Ed. More fucked up than I thought!" I said, laughing.
"yeah, and you're buzzed, aren't you?"
Truth be known, I was buzzed. I turned to look at the guy next to me again and this time smiled at him. He smiled back. He leaned over towards me.
"What's up?" he asked. "I'm Shawn." He stuck his hand out.
"Joe," I said, shaking his hand, firmly. "This is my friend Ed."
They shook hands as well. "What are you guys doing out?"
We explained to him that it was the night before his wedding, but we haven't seen each other in two years, and we just wanted to go out one last time together.
"Cool," He said. "This is my friend, Kim." Kim turned to us and said Hi.
"Kim this is Joe and his friend Ed," he said.
Kim came around and stood in between Shawn and I. "Ed is getting married tomorrow," Shawn explained.
"Aw, I'm sorry to hear it," she said, grinning at Ed. Ed and I exchanged looks. We had never done this before, and were quite surprised at this. We weren't quite sure what to say after that.
"So, you just visiting here?"
"I am," I said. "Ed's fiancée's family lives here though."
"Oh," said Shawn, sound a little disappointed.
"Yeah, I'm from New Jersey."
"Really? I have some family who lives up that way. That's cool."
We made small talk and laughed some, and sometimes I felt Shawn's hand on my thigh when he would talk to me. All the while I was feeling very buzzed and lost in Shawn's eyes. I looked at Ed at one point to help me out. He just grinned evilly and continued talking. I could've killed him. Where was Matt when I needed him?
Somehow, Kim and Ed ended up having a conversation together, which enabled Shawn to talk to only me. He leaned forward in his barstool and said, "Are you single?"
I looked at him and smiled. I was smiling at him a lot since we started talking. And I'm sure he had me figured out, just as I had him figured out.
I shook my head no. He looked slightly disappointed.
"In fact, he's here with me in Florida," I said, and then suddenly realized that I said he.
He grinned. "He?"
"Uh, yeah, he..." I said, not knowing what else to say.
"Where is he now?" he asked, emphasizing the he.
"At the hotel," I said, sighing. "Why?"
"Just wondering," he said, still grinning. His grin had gotten wider.
I blushed. "Are you gay?" I asked, softly.
He shook his head no. "I'm bi. I'm sort of with Kim right now."
"Oh," I said, thinking great, a bisexual.
"Forgive me for being so forward, but I am sort of buzzed now, and I can tell you are buzzed. But we wouldn't mind sharing our bed with two other people..."
"WHAT?" I practically screamed. Both Ed and Kim turned towards me.
Shawn just grinned.
"That's fucked up!" I said. "Ed isn't gay. He's straight."
"So what?" He seems to like Kim."
"Yeah, but dude, he's gonna be me married tomorrow!"
"So, this is his last chance!"
I laughed. I liked this guy for some reason. "You're fucked up!" I was thinkin' Ro, my late roommate, would love to hear about this story.
"Can't help it dude. You're fuckin' hot. And I want you," he said, putting his hand up my thigh this time.
All the while I was thinking, What about Matt? What about Matt?
"Come on," He said, leaning over towards me again. "I don't bite, not unless you want me to," he whispered in my ear, letting his tongue lick my earlobe.
I sighed. "What do you say?" He whispered. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
I suddenly jumped out of the seat. "No!" I exclaimed. He looked at me if I were crazy.
"It ain't right, bud," I said. "I can't cheat on my boyfriend, and he can't cheat on his girlfriend. Come on, Ed," I said, grabbing his arm.
"WHAT?" Ed protested.
"Just come on!" I said, pulling him through the crowd and leading him to the exit.
"What the hell was that all about?" Ed asked.
"He was trying to put the moves on me, didn't you see?"
"Yeah, I thought it was funny!" Ed said laughing.
"Dude, he wanted to have a foursome!"
"WHAT? I didn't know that!" Ed said. "I thought we were just going to flirt and leave them."
"We were. But I found myself wanting the surfer dude. I couldn't trust my self-control much longer."
"Oh, I see," Ed said, putting his arm around my shoulder as we walked back to his car. "Well, I don't blame you. I had fun flirting with the chick though."
"Yeah, I had fun too. But the flirting was getting a little too out of hand for me," I said.
"It's cool. I think we better head back to the hotel anyway. It's what? 1:30AM anyway..."
"Yeah, sounds good," I said, getting into the car.
We drove back to the hotel, talking about the fucked up bar scene we just were in. And how much fun it was tonight.
"I cheated on Matt once, man. I didn't need the temptation again," I said, when Ed asked me about Shawn.
"You cheated on your boyfriend?" Ed asked, surprised.
"Yeah. I was a fuck up. It was with a cop, though! What the hell was I supposed to do? Say no thank you?" I asked, excited.
Ed laughed. After that there was some silence.
"Ed, I'm gonna miss having you all to myself," I said, softly, looking straight ahead at the road.
He turned to me. "I'll miss you too, Joe. But I'm really looking forward to getting married..."
"Yeah I know. I just wanted to say thanks for tonight."
"No problem," he said, pulling into the parking lot of the hotel.
We got out of the car and I suddenly wanted to hug my best friend from high school. I wrapped my arms around him and said, "I love you, man. I wish you the best of luck tomorrow. And I'll always be there for you."
He put his arms around me and said, "Thanks. I know. I really appreciate you coming down here. Thanks."
"I wanted to be here. Thanks for letting Matt come down with me."
"Well, you talked about him enough that I had to meet him."
"Cool," I said, releasing him. "Let's go to our rooms."
We went to our respective rooms. I opened the door, expecting it to be dark. And it was. I quietly turned on the bathroom light and saw the two bros in one bed and Matt in the other. I went into the bathroom to take a piss, and suddenly, the door opened. I had just gotten finished when I felt two strong arms around me.
"Hey, little bud," he whispered in my ear.
I pulled up my pants and turned around. "Hey, hot stuff."
"Have a good time tonight," he asked.
"Yeah. Did you?"
"Well, it would've been better if you were with me, but yeah, I had
a decent time."
"Cool. I'll tell you about mine in the morning. Right now, I'm dead tired."
We crawled back into bed with each other and tried to keep our hands off of each other in fear that one of the bros would wake up and see us. I nodded right off to sleep with Matt's warm body next to me.
The next morning was hectic. I didn't wake up until 10AM, and I was the first one up in the room. I slipped into the bathroom, beat off, took my shower, and got dressed in casual clothes.
When I came back out to the room, the two bros were up, Matt wasn't. I decided to let my man sleep for a little longer while Ed's younger bros took their turns in the bathroom. When the youngest one came out, I jokingly hit Matt on the head with a pillow to get him up.
"Wake up, fat ass!" I said, as I hit him.
He jumped up in bed and grabbed his pillow and hit me back. "Not so fast, shortie!" he said, laughing.
"Oh, you're gonna get it now!" he said, getting up out of the bed. He came at me where I was standing. I made sure the two bros weren't watching. I looked at him in the eye and smiled and grabbed my crotch. He froze.
"Now go take your shower," I said, smiling. He threw the pillow at me and grabbed his things to go into the bathroom.
Finally, we were all dressed and ready. We ate breakfast down at the hotel food area, and went back to our rooms. I had seen Ed down there, and we need to get dressed quick and head to the church soon after.
We went back to our rooms. Matt and I went back together. The two bros went to Ed's room because that was where all their wedding shit was. Finally, the two of us were alone. As soon as I closed the door behind me, Matt's hands were all over me. We locked lips with such passion and intensity. I could feel his cock rubbing against mine as we grind with each other on the bed.
"Come on," I said, stripping off all my clothes. We have five minutes
to get off!"
He laughed. "Okay, little bud," he said, stripping off his clothes as well. We ended up in a sixty-nine position rather quickly and he lost his load first right in my mouth. I soon came after, shoot my wad in his mouth with such a force.
"Mmm..." he said, licking his lips. He smacked my ass. "Now get your ass moving. I want to see you in this tuxedo!"
I got dressed, putting on my shirt, pants, the bow-tie, and I looked pretty good. Matt got dressed as well in his suit. He looked mighty fine in his white shirt that showed off his body rather well. He tied his tie in the mirror as I shaved my face. We both stopped what we were doing at one point and looked at each other in the mirror.
"God, we look good," I said, smiling.
"You know something, bud, you're right!" he said, putting his arm around me and leaning down to kiss me on the cheek. I put my favorite cologne on and Matt broke his out. I was a Drakar man, he was too. But he opted to bring Eternity this time.
"Mm...I love that smell," I said, kissing him on the cheek. I looked at my watch. Shit, we gotta be out of here in five minutes!
We put our shoes on, made sure we had everything, and ran out of the room and down to the elevator. We met the other people in the wedding party down in the lobby.
By the time we went to the church it was 12PM. I had no idea what I
was doing, but I did it well. I ushered in the guests and stuff like that.
The reception was as big as the ceremony was. Ed and his new wife apparently had a lot of family/friends. Because I was in the wedding party, I got to sit at the front table at he reception, another new thing for me. It was cool, looking out at all the other people. I sat next to Ed's younger bro, since he was the best man, and his youngest brother was on the other side of me. It was the usual reception dinner thing.
I almost had a heart attack though when I saw who one of the servers was. It was the guy from the bar last night. Shawn I think his name was. Ed and I looked at each other, being we saw him at the same time. Ed just smiled and shook his head. I shrugged my shoulders. But then it became apparent that Shawn would be serving us. When he came up to the front table, I tried not to make eye contact. Luckily, he didn't say anything or make any kind of obvious motion. So, we just left it at that.
We had a good dinner, people tapped their glasses for the new bride and groom to kiss, and we had toasts. I wanted to make a toast to Ed, but didn't have the balls to talk in front of all those people. Ed and I made jokes over dinner somewhat. And I made sure I kept track of my boyfriend who was sitting with the rest of Ed's family. We made eye contact a few times and smiled at each other each time.
I finally couldn't wait for the dancing to start. It was just an excuse to get to be with my boyfriend again. But, I wanted to also bust moves on the floor. Finally, after the traditional dances of the couples, the dance music began. People began to move around the reception hall, and I made an immediate exit to see my man, my bud, my babe, Matt.
I walked over to the table, and Matt immediately smiled up at me.
"Little bud!" he exclaimed, shaking my hand. A chill ran up my spine. I smiled down at him.
"Hey, Matt. How's it going?"
"Pretty well," he responded.
"Yeah, Joe. He's been giving us the update on what you've been doing," Ed's mom said, smiling.
"Don't worry, some of it was good," Ed's father said, laughing.
"Uh oh," I said, looking at Matt. He was still grinning.
"No, no, it was all good," Ed's father said.
"Want to go out for a little while?" I asked Matt, patting my pocket with the cigarettes in them.
He gave me a frown, but realized that this would be the only chance to be alone with me. He nodded and got up, excusing himself from the table. Damn, this boy was polite too! He put his hand on my shoulder as I continued walking towards the exit and out to the outside.
I pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Damn, bud, you looked up there. I got hard just lookin' at you," he said. He brushed up against my back, and I could feel his hardness brush up against my ass. So, in reaction, I had something come up in my pants as well.
"Babe, I wish we could dance together tonight, be as loving as Ed and Karen. But..."
"I know, bro, I know. It's all good!" he said, smiling.
I took a drag from my cigarette. "But, at least we can dance now!"
"I don't know, man. Don't you think we'd have a hard time controlling ourselves?"
"Yeah, but I'll have enough control," I said, smiling up at this face.
His green eyes sparkled. He looked fine. Even underneath his suit, you could tell he was built. And he was all mine. All mine. Even though I know that, it's still hard for me to believe sometimes. At times like this, it makes me wonder why I'd even consider cheating on a hunk like this.
We made our way back inside. Just as we walked through the door, I heard the DJ put on the Electric Boogie (the Electric Slide). I grabbed matt by the arm and pulled him out on the dance floor and joined in the others. It took Matt longer than I to catch the rhythm, but he eventually got in sync with me. Ed's new wife was on the floor with us. It was a decent sized dance area, and more than 15 people all doing the Electric Slide. And pretty soon, everyone was following me. It's kind of scary. But, we did it.
Matt and I went to the bar to get a drink (open bar) after that number was over. We then made our rounds to people I knew, which were very few. I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. Ed and his wife were making the rounds around table to table. I went back up to the table, and the bridesmaid who I was paired off with for the wedding asked if I wanted to dance, since it was a slow dance song. I nodded yes, taking a quick sip of my screwdriver, and ushered her to the dance floor. I just grinned at Matt. I saw him grin back, and mouthed, "Have fun!"
I did have fun with her. She was a friend of Karen and we had talked
throughout the rehearsal and the ceremony. So, it wasn't awkward or anything.
Her name was Viv and she went to school with Ed and Karen. I found it a
little weird to be slow dancing, since I haven't really slow danced in
a long time. But as soon as we got into the rhythm, things were fine. I
looked around at the other couples on the dance floor. Ed and Karen smiled
at us as we passed by. All too soon it was over. Viv thanked me for the
dance, and I was equally thankful. As soon as the song was over, I walked
directly over to Matt.
"So, you're thinking about going back to that side, bud?" Matt whispered in my ears.
I grinned. "You never know. She felt nice in my arms...no fat whatsoever," I said, breaking up in laughter.
Matt threw his arm around my shoulder and said, "You'll pay for that later, you runt..."
"And I'm sure I'll enjoy every minute of it," I said, seductively.
"You bastard...you never can let me win can you?"
"I think I already let you win something big..." I said, smiling at him.
"Yeah, what was that?" Matt asked, still slightly perturbed.
"My heart," I said, looking right into his green eyes.
He looked into my eyes as well and was caught speechless. I felt his grip on me grow tighter as he expressed all he could. I smiled back up at him.
"And if it bothers you that I call you fat ass, just tell me, and I
won't. It just never seemed to bother you..."
"I know, little bud. It doesn't bother me because I know you genuinely don't mean it. But don't be surprised if I start calling you runt."
"Sounds good to me...Mike!" I said, killing the romantic moment that we had and ran off to the front table again.
"You little shit," I heard Matt grumble from behind. He walked at a steady pace behind me, following me up to the table. Ed was sitting at the table with his new wife, and saw both of us coming up to him.
"Ed, protect me!" I said, grinning.
"I'll protect you," I heard another voice say on the side of me. I snapped my head around to look at who said it. It was the server that Ed and I had met last night at the bar.
Since it threw me right off guard, I couldn't think of anything to say to him. I just grinned a goofy grin at him, and said nothing. He grinned back. Matt was right behind me.
"That's okay," I said, coming out of my surprised state. "I need no protection from this guy." I pulled Matt around by wrapping my arm around his waist. Matt looked at me for a brief second.
"Matt, this is Sean, Sean, this is Matt."
"Oh.." Shawn said, smiling. "I see. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand to shake hands with Matt. Matt a bit surprised shook his.
"We met last night at the bar we went to," I explained. "This is the man who I was talking about last night," I said to Shawn.
Shawn smiled and went on his way. Matt knew I knew more, but didn't pursue it.
The reception went on, Matt and I danced some more, but finally, it was time to return to our hotel room. The bros were right behind us, and quite frankly, I was dead tired. As soon as I hit the sheets, I was out. I fell asleep to the sounds of Matt and Ed's bros talking.
The next morning was a chaotic one. We had to catch our flight at 11AM. I didn't think it was too early when I planned it, but now, I was having my doubts. We said our good byes to Ed and Karen, and ran out to catch the shuttle to the airport.
"Whew!" I said, finally after we got on our airplane. The flight back was much more crowded than the one we came down on. Secretly, I was thinking to myself, we made it through one weekend together alone without my friends from college. We could make this thing really work.
"So, Matt, you have a good time, bud?" I asked him.
"Sure did, bro. I know you did."
"Yeah, it was sad for a few moments there, but overall, I had a great time."
"So, what do you want to do when we get back?" he asked with a grin on his face.
I whispered in his ear, "Fuck like rabbits?"
He laughed and nodded his head. "Fuck yeah, bro," he whispered back.
And so ends another section of Joe, The Man. Please send all comments to SNJBoy76@aol.com Thanks!