Date: Sat, 05 Mar 2005 21:33:45 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: MY BROTHER'S WEDDING Hi, my name is Jon. I graduated from high school on the twenty second of May. I am seventeen years old, tall, slender, have dirty blond hair and blue eyes. I take after my mom, Carrie. My brother, Pete is twenty-three years old, out of college and working at our dad's auto dealership, Norton Chevrolet as a loan officer. He's also getting married the last week in June to Diane, the youngest daughter of Mr. Caldwell, the president of the American National Bank. Compared to me, Pete is downright skinny. He's taller than me, weighs less and has black hair, a darker complexion and brown eyes. He takes care after my dad, Martin. Despite our age difference Pete and I have always been close, as close as two brothers could get. We've been having sexual relations since I was a child. We live in a big, two story house. Mom and dad's bedroom is down stairs and Pete and I have adjacent, connecting bedrooms upstairs at the extreme end of the house. When I was a kid I used to get scared and Pete would come in and sleep with me, until I calmed down. Sometimes he wouldn't wake up and go back to his room. It was fun sleeping together, real warm and cozy, and later on we started feeling each other's cocks, got into sucking each other's cocks and then things evolved into Pete fucking me. My dick is sort of average, but the only thing more fantastic than Pete's overall good looks is the size of his dick. It's a whopper and the big thing can't seem to get enough of sex. I don't know what's average for a young man to climax, but Pete needs to shoot at least three times, minimum, every twenty-four hours. Right now, though, he's just a bundle of nerves and, consequently, we haven't messed around for two weeks. Maybe here is the time to tell you that Pete is what's called a bi-sexual. I fulfill the male side of his orientation and I don't know who all fulfills the other side. The only area in which I have Pete bested is in smarts. He knew he'd end up working for our dad and that's what he wanted to do, so he worked just hard enough to get passing grades in both high school and in college. A few years ago, when he was a student at the State University, about ten miles from here, on the other side of town, Pete got caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing with a teen-age girl. They were on a date. Pete had her parked out on a country road, radio playing, one hand inside her unbuttoned blouse and the other up her skirt playing stink finger in her unfucked little pussy. He says if you get a pussy worked up it has a smell that just drives him crazy. Shit, a lot of young kids have done stuff like that, but Pete was hard as a rock and about to enter the girl and claim her virginity when a sheriff's deputy shined a flashlight through the window and scared both of them half to death. The Deputy had Pete hand him his drivers license, walked around to the back of his Corvette and saw the frame on the license plate was from Norton's Chevrolet, the largest auto dealership in the state. He connected the license frame to the driver's license Pete had handed him, Peter A. Norton, and asked him if his dad owned the business. He also connected, accurately, the girl's name, not only to her dad as a prominent backer but also as a well known, local State Congressman. To make a long story short, Pete took the girl home and agreed to meet the Deputy at the Western Café, in the 100 block of Main Street, a dumpy area down where the railroad station used to be. The deputy was holding all the cards. To get out of the mess he'd gotten into Pete had to agree that both he and I would submit to being photographed by a porno film producer. That, of course, is why Pete was so nervous about his upcoming wedding to a girl he'd known since high school, a local girl named Diane. He is praying that his past will, somehow, stay buried, as it has up to now. Locally, it's buried, kind of I guess. A lot of porno film addicts all over the country would probably recognize Pete and I if they saw us in person though. Being in porno movies might sound exciting if you're just thinking about it. But taking part in them is something else believe me. There I was, at the time, a 14-year-old teenager, fucking older women, sucking obscenely huge cocks and taking them up my skinny, teen-age ass. As for our past staying buried, I think Pete's hopes may be in vain. The porno movie producer is called the Scorpion and his releases are always described as "Another Scorpion Production". His name alone doesn't generate much confidence in him, but he'd also made some unpublished movies that he always threatens to use against us as blackmail when he wants something from us. They were gay films of Pete and I having sex together and contained scenes of me sucking Pete and Pete fucking me. They were the only experiences I enjoyed in my porno "film career". Some of the shit the Scorpion made me do was really distressing, like when I had to watch Pete fuck some bitch while I masturbated myself and after he'd finished, the Scorpion would direct me to clean up Pete's cock with my tongue and clean out the twat that he'd just shot his load into. I know Pete enjoyed our sex in our pictures together just as he'd always enjoyed it up in our bedroom. Actually, we loved each other and we had both made it clear, verbally and otherwise that that was the case. Well it came time for the wedding. Pete wanted me to be his best man. I went to the bachelor party some of his friends gave for Pete and to the wedding rehearsal, including the dinner afterwards. It was now time for the wedding, starting at 11 AM at St. Dominic's Catholic Church at Fourteenth and Pine Streets in Diane's parish. Pete and I arrived early, we smoked a coupe of cigarettes on Pine Street just outside the rear door to the church and we were killing time in the vestry when in walks the Scorpion. "I read of your wedding plans in the "Times" Pete and wanted to drop by to give you my congratulations. In the photo in "The Times" Diane looks like a lovely girl." Pete was as angry as hell and said, "Get the hell out of here. I don't even like you saying her name." "Now, now, Pete, control yourself. You might as well; I'm going to give the instructions here." Then he said, "Pete and Jon I want both of you to take your lovely big cocks out of your pants and masturbate each other while I film them on video tape but don't make the other climax." Pete had a fit, but knew he had to humor him. Pete had been saving himself for his wedding night and he was packing a horny cock and a set of cum filled balls. We started jacking each other off. Scorpion issued more instructions, "OK, now stop, leave your pant's unzipped." He walked over to us, lifted our erections up and out of the way with his left hand, and, with a pair of pliers, broke off the small handle you use to zip your pants up, then, with a scissors, cut a two-inch slit down from our flies to enlarge the openings. "OK, boys, now take off your pants and your jockey shorts. Then put your pant back on. That will be so hot to see you standing there in front of the congregation, waiting for Diane to come up the aisle while the organist is playing the wedding march." It might have been "hot" for the scorpion" but it was torture for Pete and I, especially Pete and his perpetually horny cock. He was afraid to move for fear any motion would open the front of his pants a little and expose his cock to view. However, things went better than expected until I had to approach Pete while he and Diane were standing before Fr. McLaughlin and give him the wedding ring. I don't know what happened, I felt so sorry for him, but he must have got a glimpse of some pubic hair or some cock flesh through my open fly and sprang a boner. His big cock shot out of his fly; leaving no doubt about the magnificent endowment God had given him. Dianne saw it happen. She became totally disoriented and had one hell of a time offering her hand for Pete to put her wedding ring on. Fr. McLaughlin saw it happen. He was transfixed with what he saw. He had a reputation for getting it on with altar boys and had one hell of a time getting out the words, "I now pronounce you man and wife." What a fucking mess! But the best and the worst parts were yet to come and they did, one right on top of another. Among the worst: Diane fainted. The scorpion moved from the vestry door where he'd been recording the wedding with his camera to take a close up shot of Pete's erection. Pete split and took refuge in the vestry. Among the best: Fr. McLaughlin raised a hand and told everyone to keep his or her seat, as Diane needed breathing room. She'd only fainted. The groom had gone to the vestry to call 911. Everyone cooperated and started gossiping with the people sitting near them. Pete called 911 on his cell phone and I called the tuxedo rental agency and implored them to deliver new pants for Pete and me. Pete lost his erection and returned to knee beside Dianne. The tuxedo rental place came through. The owner was a friend of Pete's. Diane woke up before the emergency medics arrived. The guests accepted every thing. Why not, it was the most exciting wedding they'd ever seen. It would have been a little too exciting if they had seen more than Pete's back when he put the ring on Diane's finger. The most ridiculous thing was: Fr. McLaughlin questioned Diane about what she remembered, afraid that the ceremony might not have been legal. As to my thoughts about Fr. McLaughlin: As he questioned Diane to determine the legality of the marriage, I had the feeling he wished he could be present and watch Pete consummate the marriage with his big, hard, fucking cock. For that matter, I would have too. The reception and wedding lunch was in the Empire Ball Room at the Lansford Hotel. The mood returned to being festive, everyone was having a great time, the orchestra was outstanding and the food was far above what you got at the usual wedding party. The only bad thing was that the Scorpion was bussing all around with his camera whirling away. No body paid much attention to him, thinking he was a paid photographer. Pete and I knew better, especially when he told us to go take the elevator down to the basement level and go left to the men's room. . He opened the door to another elevator as soon as we emerged into the hall. The basement men's room was a disgrace, filthy, smelly, littered and with graffiti all over the white, tile walls. He started out his film with Pete and I standing at adjacent urinals, scoping each other out, then masturbating ourselves, and, finally reaching over to jack each other's erections. The next thing he had us do was to film Pete from behind, pants dropped to his ankles, his meat dangling between his spread apart long, legs sucking my cock while I stood against the wall. I knew a viewer wouldn't exactly see what Pete was doing, but they didn't really need to see. From the expression on my face it was obvious. The next scene the Scorpion directed was one of me originally kneeling sideways in front of the row of urinals sucking Pete's big cock. It took forever for him to film it. I was scared shitless that someone else was going to come in and catch us. Of course there's nothing harder than a wedding cock and Pete's was loaded with two weeks of hot, cock juice to boot. I was hoping to get that down my throat, when The Scorpion positioned me with spread legs, bending over a urinal with my hands braced on the wall. On the wall above the row of urinals, in spray paint, was one word - FUCK. Pete was instructed to keep up a dialog about how horny he was and how tight my teen-age ass was. I had to keep screaming like it was hurting like hell, like Pete was raping me. Fuck, the Scorpion still wasn't satisfied. He wanted to make sure he'd captured the whole thing just like he'd intended. So, we had to do the whole fuck scene over, after a cigarette break. Saying good by, the Scorpion said, "You're not off the hook yet, Pete, I'll see you at your hotel in Colorado Springs. I thought it was Pete's turn to faint because Colorado Springs was where they were going to spend their honeymoon. To resolve things, he told Diane enough to clue her someone was causing him trouble and they'd have to change the location of their honeymoon and do it secretly. The marriage went well, as far as I could tell. Diane didn't get pregnant but they seemed very happy together and both her family and my parents became friends and that added to Diane and Pete's happiness. Then, on their first anniversary, Pete parked on the driveway of their new home when he got home from work, ran to the door and found a note. "You filthy, dirty bastard. My lawyer will be seeing you soon." He was stunned; on the hall table was a porno film "My Brother's Wedding", starring Pete and Jon, with our pictures on the cover. At the bottom of the cover, in smaller print, the type read "Another Scorpion Production". Under the circumstances, Diane was generous and kind. She filed on grounds of incompatibility. They could have been much worse. What was worse was the effect on Pete. He moved back home to his bedroom, with the connecting door to mine. He was remorse, uncommunicative, inefficient at work and drank way too much. He became a loner. A year passed and the only sexual thing that happened between us was I could hear him some night as he masturbated himself. I knew his sexual needs and felt really sorry for him. At the end of another couple of months things began to change. One night he came in and got into bed with me while I was sleeping. He whispered into my ear, "Jon would you jack me off, please!" He needn't have said please. I was crying before I first touched his cock after all those months. I knew his cock as well, if not better, than I knew my own. As he approached orgasm, I scooted down in the bed and put his cockhead into my lips before I took the final strokes to bring him to ejaculation. I so wanted, so needed his love juice. He stayed in bed with me the rest of the night. He'd just come in and get into bed with me when I was ready. It was as if I were a child again. We started all over again, masturbating each other, sucking each other and finally, a month later, he just rolled me over on my back, raised my legs into the air, lubed the both of us and slowly pushed his big cock deep into my teen, love hole. I really knew he was recovered when, one evening, he told me to turn my computer off and he slipped a video into my TV. Up came the title "My Brother's Wedding". Damn, the fucking thing was hot as hell, Pete slipped his jockeys down and pushed my head down onto his cock, saying "Suck it". Well, this is where I will end the story, but I can clue you how everything is going to turn out. Pete told me he was grateful that the Scorpion seemed to have backed off. He didn't want to arouse his interest by seeing girls again and certainly not by getting married. And, after all, he'd been getting his nuts off with me since I was a child. He liked it and he knew I wanted him to do it, which was nice, too. Most of all, I was as sexed up as he was. I never objected to taking care of him three or more times a day. Well, now I've got to end the story. Pete just came in the room, naked, not as yet erect but wiggling from side to side making his big cock swing back and forth, sometimes grazing my lips or slapping my cheeks as it flies by. It is one way of Pete's telling me he needs my attention right away. Telling me he wants to cum. I really do love my brother! Goodbye, I'll post this tomorrow. Hope you enjoy! Love ya all, Joe