Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 14:40:19 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: THEIR WEDDING NIGHT (b/b oral) The following story is fiction, describing the relationship of two young boys, including their sexual experiences. If this type of material offends you, if you are not 18 years of age, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material you must leave now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com THEIR WEDDING NIGHT (b/b oral) "Hey, Bri!" Cole called to his best friend as the crowd of fifth graders poured out of the south entrance of the school. He waved Brian toward the street corner where they usually met after school. Brian ran through the arms and legs of kids scurrying in every direction, his light brown hair touseled in the breeze. He hadn't seen Cole since after school Friday. "So how was the wedding? Did you look as pretty as the bride?" Brian asked when he got over to his friend. "Oh, shut up, asshole!" Cole punched Brian lightly in the belly, and Brian pretended to be mortally wounded. "Hey, Bri, I got news!" Cole was clearly not in the mood for horsing around; something important had happened. "Yeah, what?" Brian loved to hear secrets, and he had a feeling he was about to hear a good one. Cole moved closer to Brian, brushed his blond hair from his eyes, and leaned in to speak very quietly. But first he glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. "Bri, I got a blowjob over the weekend!" "You did not!" Brian drew back in surprise. "Yeah, sure did! Honest!" Cole's mother honked her arrival in the pick-up zone. "Gotta go, Bri. You're still coming over, right? I'll tell you all about it then." Before the weekend the boys had arranged a sleepover at Cole's for that night; the next day was a teachers' day, and they would be able to sleep in in the morning. "Yeah -- see ya!" Brian waved as the car pulled out. He stared after the car. Could Cole really have gotten a blow job? At ten, the boys were busy learning everything they could about sex. Best friends for years, Brian and Cole shared every piece of information they heard or read or saw: how big boobs and dicks get, when you start to get hair, how old a girl has to be before she can have a baby, when you're finally able to shoot sperm, how you can get a girl to suck your dick. And lots more. And they'd promised to share any information -- or experience -- they had as they got older. There was the time they had first shown each other their wienies, as they had called them at the time. They had compared them carefully and satisfied each other they were doing all right for boys their age. And after that, the boys had never been bashful around each other, changing clothes together as one slept over at the other's house, a frequent arrangement. Cole waited impatiently after dinner, and finally the doorbell rang. He waved to Brian's parents out in their car as he almost pulled his friend through the door. "Mom, dad, we're going to go on up and watch something on TV up there," he said as they walked through the living room. "Okay, Cole. Hi, Brian. I know you boys can sleep in, but don't stay up too late. And keep it quiet up there after we go to bed." Cole's mom was so accustomed to having Brian around that she almost thought of him as a second son. The boys grabbed some sodas from the kitchen and ran up to Cole's bedroom. That room had heard many whispered secrets shared between the two friends. But this secret was apparently something a lot bigger than just comparing wienies. The Friday before, Cole and his whole family flew to Michigan for the wedding of Cole's big sister's college roommate. Dorie, his sister, was to be the maid of honor. Cole had been looking forward to the trip only because of the long plane flight. He could care less about a wedding. Then he had gotten pressed into service against his will. Somebody's brother or cousin or something had gotten sick at the last minute, and the bride needed another usher. Dorie, whom he now officially hated for this, had volunteered Cole. And that meant getting one of those fancy suits he would have to wear, along with a stupid bow tie and a cumberthing around his middle. Brian had laughed at the fit Cole had thrown when he got the news. When they got to Cole's room and closed the door, Brian was ready. "So, tell! What kind of story are you making up this time?" "No story -- it's true. I got me a blow job. She sucked me!" "You liar! Who?" Brian wasn't sure if he should believe this or not. "She did -- the bride. She..." "Aw, come on, Cole. Make up something better than that!" Brian plopped down on the bed. Yeah, it was just a story. "No, no. It really happened. And, man, she was so pretty and she just opened my pants and took my dick out..." ----------- Cole walked down the dim corridor of the hall next to the church. He pulled at that stupid cumberthing they were making him wear. He'd already yanked off the bow tie -- it was one you just snapped on. Why did he have to get all dressed up so soon? It was another hour before it all started! He'd finally slipped away from all the groom's party and bride's party and parents, just to be alone for a while. He found the entrance into the hall open, walked by a big room where the reception was apparently going to be, and kept going. At the end of the hall was a door marked "Lounge," so he opened it. There were comfortable chairs around the L-shaped room -- and at the end of it, a TV! Cole headed toward it when he smelled smoke. When he looked into the alcove he saw the bride! "Hi there!" she called to him. She had a cigarette in one hand and a glass in the other. When Cole walked over he recognized the smell. She'd helped herself to some of the reception liquor. "You're Dorie's little brother, right? Colin? Carl?" "Cole," he answered. "Your cute in your little tuxedo, Cole. And, listen, thanks for filling in at the last minute. I really appreciate it. This wedding... I'll be glad when it's over! Tonight's going to be a lot more fun that this afternoon!" Cole was distracted from her chatter for a moment as he looked at her bare shoulders and smooth skin. Her white gown made her tan look even darker. Her boobs must be pretty big, he decided; they stick out a lot... there was this nice cleavage between them... nice and round... "Oh..." Cole had heard only some of her comments. "Ah... yeah, the reception... I guess that'll be nice." "No, honey," she said. She smiled. "I mean tonight. The big wedding night. Jimmy and me swore off for the whole last week so tonight would be something special. Is he in for a treat!" She waved her glass around as though she'd been addressing a large crowd. "Huh?" Cole wasn't following this one-sided conversation. "Gonna start him off with one hell of a blow job, honey. Fuck, you don't even know what I'm talking about, do you?" She took another long drag on her cigarette. Cole coughed. "Yeah, I do! I'm no kid. A blow job is when..." He stopped. He blushed deeply. The bride laughed. "I suppose you do, honey. Kids these days know everything about sex by the time they're in kindergarten. You got a girl friend yet, Colin?" "It's Cole. No." He sat in the big upholstered chair next to this knockout of a real lady. Who had bare shoulders and big boobs. Who was talking about sex. "I'm only in the fifth grade." "You're cute as the devil, though, honey." She tried to rearrange her veil, and it wound up on the floor. She gave up and left it there. "One hell of a blow job..." She was muttering to herself. "Love that cock of his, big as a horse's cock, and damn but he fills this pussy nice..." Cole stared. She was talking about the groom's cock, the one she was going to... suck? Pussy? He felt his little dick stir. "Take that big knob right between my lips and suck until he screams for mercy..." She took a big breath. "Eat his balls, too..." She laughed and took another sip from her glass. Cole felt as though he were invisible to her now, so he thought it was okay to place his hand over his crotch. He was getting a stiffie! She was beautiful and talking about sex... His little dick was straining to reach its full three inches, but it was too cramped in his pants. He couldn't help but push at it to make it move over a little. "Hey, honey," the bride smiled at she watched him. "You getting a little hard at your age? How old are you, anyway?" "I'm... I'm... t.t.ten." Cole had never been so embarrassed in his life. Caught holding his stiffie! "I guess a ten-year-old can get it on, too, huh?" She smiled at him. She hummed a little for a minute. "So, honey, how about you let me help you there, hmmm?" Cole froze. What was she talking about? Before he could even react, she was moving to the floor in front of him. She landed with half of her wedding gown under her, but she didn't seem to notice. She placed her hand on Cole's crotch and felt it. Cole's eyes got big as he felt himself groped by this lady. "Seems like you got a nice one for a kid, honey." She smiled up at him. "Well," she said, sounding as though a decision had been made; "let's just see, shall we?" She reached up and unzipped in his fly. Cole couldn't move. His fly open, it still provided the bride with too small an entrance for her hand. She unfastened his belt and got on her knees to pull at his pants. "Come on, honeyboy, you gotta help me." Cole could hardly believe this was happening! He raised his butt, and she pulled his pants down to his knees and then his ankles -- and his underpants along with them! He was naked from the waist down! His little stiffie was pointing right at her! Right there in the open! She stroked his thigh and said something about smoothness. Then she reached for the little arrow pointing up at her. "Oh, isn't this sweet. So pretty for such a pretty boy. A nice little boy's cock, honey. You should be proud of this one. And nice and hard, too!" She moved her fingers around the little hard dick. Cole squirmed at the pleasure that surged through him. This was sure better than when he played with it himself. He watched as she moved her face downward and sucked in his breath deeply when he felt his dick warm and wet inside her mouth. "OOOoooooo lady oooooooo lady...000000000..." She looked up and smiled. "You like, honey?" Cole could only nod. She went back to work on his hard dick, licking the short little shaft and sucking on his dickhead. This was unbelievable! Cole had never felt anything like this! Even playing with his own dick in bed, getting it hard... Nothing like this! Her mouth was occupied with his dick, so her hand moved under him a bit to find his little balls. They were hardly more than tiny lumps, but when she stroked them Cole felt another pleasure denied most ten-year-old boys. He moaned and lay back against the back of the chair. Unconsciously, he spread his legs a bit. She was licking and sucking like she had done this a million times, he thought. Maybe she had. It felt so wonderful... never knew a boy's dick could feel like this... His dickhead became so sensitive he moaned aloud. The moan seemed to encourage the bride. She began to move her lips up and down his little dick, moving faster and flicking her tongue against the underside of his dickhead. "OOOOOooooo lady oooooo you gotta stop... lady gonna make me pee... uhhh..." Cole had never felt such an urgent need to pee. And right in front of the lady! If she'd let go of his dick, that is. It was pressing inside him, insistent on getting out. It suddenly turned into a tight feeling he'd never had before, a feeling he could hardly stand, growing inside him, spreading around... "AWWWwwwwwww..." Cole was suddenly seized with something that made him freeze in place. He sat up quickly and grabbed the lady's head tight against him. He bucked into her, thrashed under her, squirmed around. And the intensity of the feeling was so great... so... so awesome... his insides exploding so good so good sooooo good... "Awwwww...oooooooooo..." He fell back against the chair, weakened, drained, unable to speak. He just stared at his dick, now in the lady's hand as she licked at it slowly. "Sweet dick, honey." She looked up and smiled. "That never happened before for you, right? I could tell." Cole shook his head "no." "A dry cum, pretty boy. And one of these days you'll shoot buckets of manjuice out of this pretty dick -- you wait and see." She got up off her knees slowly, swaying a bit. "Shit, I got to get back before they send out a search party. Gotta find some coffee..." She leaned down to Cole, lying against the back of the chair and still in a stupor, and kissed him briefly on the lips. Then she was gone. Cole was stunned. And so happy... -------------- "She kissed you on your lips...?" Brian's eyes were wide open. He could hardly believe... But Cole wouldn't lie about this... couldn't lie like this. It had really happened! "Yeah, and then I just sat there for a while. Then I was afraid somebody might some in, so I stood up and pulled my pants up..." "And you did what in her mouth?" Brian wasn't interested in how quickly Cole had gotten dressed. "It was like a cum, like when you shoot the sperm out. I looked it up when we got home last night. Only since I can't sperm yet, I just had the feeling, you know... like a cum, but a dry one. That's what she said." Brian's hand wandered down to the crotch of his jeans. He was getting a boner. He looked at Cole, and saw that he had the same problem. They'd gotten stiffies in front of each other before, but this was sort of different... "Wow," Brian said. "A real blowjob." Cole grinned. "My first." "That's no fair. No fair, you know," Brian said. He rubbed at his stiffie a minute. "You got one, but I didn't." "'Course you didn't, Bri -- you weren't even there!" "I mean, it's not fair that you already got one and I didn't." Brian watched Cole's hand move over his crotch. They liked talking about sex, but they'd never actually done anything... But maybe, Brian thought... "You owe me one," Brian stated. "Huh? Owe you? A blowjob? You're crazy!" Cole had never even considered sucking his friends dick... sucking his friend's dick... Bri's dick... "Well, you know how and all..." Brian was now so hard he really needed to take it out. "Please, Cole? I'll do you some day; I promise." "You'll suck my dick some day?" This might be a good arrangement, Cole thought. "Look, we can just..." Brian was suddenly hit by a real inspiration for a ten-year-old boy. "Look, we can do it just like they probably did, the bride and groom, you know? Like... pretend. You do the bride 'cause you know what she did, and I'll be the groom and... you suck me." Would Cole go for this? Cole thought a minute. "Okay. Okay. This is how it is. It's their... our wedding night." He giggled. "And we're in this big hotel and we get in our bed for it... Hey, we got to take off our clothes, you know." Yeah, sure," Brian agreed. He had no objection to that. His shirt, shoes, socks, and jeans hit the floor beside the bed. Cole stripped as quickly. "But, wait -- we leave our underpants on." "Why?" Brian had just started to pull his down. "'Cause on a wedding night they start that way, that's why, not all the way undressed." Cole stopped. Did they? The bride and groom? Maybe. But, he knew, he wanted to be the one who took Brian's underpants off. Cole stopped a moment and thought about his role: the bride. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "And now, my darling..." It came out in a very squeaky falsetto that sounded nothing like what Cole intended. And both boys broke out into giggles. "You sound like a sick duck!" Brian laughed. Cole could hardly stop the giggles. "Wait a... minute... wait..." He took another deep breath and started again, this time sounding a bit more like he intended. "And now, my darling husband, our wedding night..." Brian started giggling again and got a frown from Cole. In a deeper voice than his own, he said, "You are so beautiful, wife." Cole puffed on an imaginary cigarette and lasivhly blew the smoke toward his... her husband. Remembering the words of the bride, he continued, "And you're in for a real treat. I'm going to suck that horsecock you have." Brian had never heard "horsecock" before, but he knew immediately what it meant. He grinned and rubbed at his stiffie. "First, we kiss," Cole said. He struck a pose, with one foot slightly in front of the other, his weight swung to his left hip. "Hey, you didn't say anything about..." Brian started. Without even knowing the meaning of the word, Cole had struck a very seductive pose. His thin shoulders were at an angle, his smooth chest stuck outward as though showing off breasts. The roundness of his belly belied his ten years, and his narrow hips were were the top two points of a triangle the third point of which was very obviously contained in his little briefs. "She kissed me," Cole interrupted, "and that's the way it happens." Cole walked toward the bed, swinging his hips. "If you want my pussy, you have to kiss first." He hopped up onto the bed next to his husband. The boys wiggled until they were seated next to each other, and their sitffies were even more obvious through the white cotton. Both boys were grinning nervously in anticipation of something really different. Cole scooted close to Brian and touched his lips against those of his best friend. He felt goosebumps at the warmth and smoothness of the lips... like, but not really like, the lips of the lady... his best friend's lips. Brian was shocked at the feeling that had shot through him at the touch of Cole's lips. He'd never kissed this way before, on the lips. It was really nice. He leaned in for another kiss. The two ten-year-olds were discovering one of the most sensual parts of the body, and they slowly let their lips caress. One pair opened slightly. A tongue licked tentatively. Mouths opened, and the two kissed slowly, their tongues exploring new and almost overwhelming sensations. Their arms circled each other so they could steady themselves and hold each other close. Brian felt the tender little tongue of his friend lick his own tongue, then move around and around. He followed Cole's lead, though Cole didn't really know what he was doing. They were both feeling, tasting, delighting in being inside each other... Finally they had to break apart. Brian fell back onto the bed weakly. "Wow. That was... wow, Cole." Cole lay beside him. He smiled. "I sure liked it, too, Bri. Want to do it again?" Brian responded by turning into Cole, and the boys' arms circled the two little bodies again. But this time as they kissed slowly and deeply their bodies were closer, their young groins and thighs pressing into each other. Two ten-year-old dicks began to throb inside the cotton restraining them. When they parted again Brian whispered hoarsly, "I got to take these off, Cole..." His hands moved down to his briefs. "No, Bri. That's my job. The bride undresses the groom; that's what she said." Cole couldn't really remember if the lady had said such a thing, but he knew for sure that he wanted to do this himself. Cole looked at the little bulge in Brian's briefs. This was what he wanted; he wanted to suck. How long had he wanted this, he wondered. This is going to be so fun! He put his hands at the sides of Brian's waistband and began to pull downward. Brian lay back and watched the face of the boy above him. This was Cole, his very best friend. This was the only boy in the world he would allow to do such a thing, to undress him all the way, get naked with him... He raised his hips, and he felt the briefs pulled down, his little stiffie finally released. "Wow, Brian. You got a nice dick." Cole didn't touch it; he just looked at it, harder than he'd ever seen it. "You've seen my dick before, even my stiffie," Brian said. He giggled a little, still nervous. "Not like this," Cole answered. He wasn't exactly sure just what that meant, but he knew it was true. Cole squatted between Brian's legs. Still remembering the lady's actions, he stroked one hand up the inside of Brian's thigh. "So smooth, soft..." "Ah, Cole, that feels nice," Brian said. Both boys had dropped their "pretend" voices now. It was still "pretend," but maybe not really. Cole looked closely at his friend's hard little dick. He'd never been this close to it before. He took it between thumb and forefinger to examine it. Soft skin over a really hard middle, just like his. A round top and the little peehole. He'd never tasted his own dick, of course. He wondered what one would taste like. He slowly pushed out his tongue and licked softly against the dickhead. "Awww Cole," Brian said in a hoarse voice. Wow, that was such a different feeling. But before he could think about it more he felt his whole dickhead placed into Cole's mouth, wet, hot... "Awwwww...ooooo Cole," he gasped. Cole raised his head a moment and looked into Brian's eyes. "Yeah, Bri. That's what it feels like. So awesome." He lowered his head and licked again. As he swirled his tongue around Brian's dickhead he felt his friend tense and then relax. He moved his hand to Brian's little balls, not much bigger than his own. They felt warm. He fingered them carefully. "Coooooole..." Brian wasn't really speaking any more; it was more of a moan. Cole began sucking on the little stiffie in his mouth. His felt his own dick, still inside his briefs, throb. That only made him suck a little faster. Remembering the lady's movements, he began to move his head up and down so Brian's dick would move in and out of his mouth. "Aaaaaaayeaaaa..." Brian's sounds were all he could produce as this entirely new sensation warmed his groin. But he was thinking, Nothing like playing with it myself, feels so much better... Then he stopped thinking and just enjoyed. Cole was moving a little faster now, nursing on the warm little dick he friend was giving him. So good, he though, feels so good in my mouth. He was amazed at the softness of the dickhead at the same time he could sense a hardness in the core of it. He knew that feeling, but with his his fingers on himself and not with his mouth around his friend's stiffie. Brian began to move with Cole as he felt a heat beginning somewhere in his middle. It was like he needed to pee, but he didn't think he did. It was like something big needed to happen, but he didn't know what. His frame began to shake, and his hips wiggled helplessly under Cole's face. He couldn't keep himself from pushing into Cole's mouth, hot mouth sucking mouth sucking hot inside... The heat inside slowly spread through him. He felt like he was at the edge of a mountain and ready to fall off, at the edge of a cloud and ready to fly, at the edge of a need so intense he could do nothing but beg for something, anything, to happen... "Gaaaaa... oooooooooo...000000000..." Brian bucked hard into Cole's mouth and then froze. His movement became helplessly frantic, jerking, shaking, but never losing contact with the source of the suction creating it all. Cole pushed back so he wouldn't lose his friend's dick, and he sucked faster as Brian's dick thrashed and throbbed in his mouth. Just as suddenly as it had started, Brian's shaking stopped and his stiffie softened a bit. Cole let it slide from his mouth. He lay beside Brian. "You like that?" he asked quietly. Brian couldn't respond for a moment. "It... it was the most awesome feeling..." He didn't have any more words for it, but his weak smile said it all for him. Cole smiled back. He had done it. He had made it happen for Brian. His first blowjob. His first cum without sperms. Cole felt really good inside. After some silence, Brian turned to lay on his side, facing Cole. "Was it like that for you, too? I mean, so big, so..." Ten-year-olds just don't have words to describe the intense, sweeping pleasure most ten-year-olds never enjoy. Cole nodded. "Really, really great." Brian looked into the bright blue eyes facing him. His very best friend. Well, they had another secret now. And what a secret! With the grace of an experienced lover and the awkwardness of a ten-year-old, Brian leaned close for a kiss. He didn't need to ask for it; Cole was ready. Their lips met, and their tongues gently tasted the sweetness each offered the other. They pulled away only because they needed to breathe. After a moment, Brian said, "Now it's my turn." "You don't have to, Bri. I got mine at the wedding." "No, your the wife, and the wife gets sex, too. And besides, I want to." And that last part was the honest part, he thought to himself. He slowly slipped his hand down Cole's smooth chest and belly and all the way to the waistband of his briefs. Instead of pulling them down, he slide his hand under the wastband and felt the smooth small mound that would one day grow hair. And further down until his hand closed around Cole's stiffie. Brian had see Cole's dick before; he'd even seen it hard at few times. But he'd never touched it. Had he wanted to? Yes, he told himself, he had. And now he was. He pressed his thumb and forefinger against the little dickhead and was pleased to hear Cole's sigh of pleasure. His fingers slid down the small shaft, all three inches, and he was rewarded with a long moan. Cole thought this was so much nicer than how it felt when he played with himself. And the lady hadn't played with it much at all. He felt Brian's fingers slide lower until his fingertips touched the tiny lumps below his dick. Oh, it was sooooo nice... But Brian wanted to do more than just touch it. He pulled at the sides of Cole's briefs and dragged them off his hips, along his thighs, then completely off. Cole was naked for him. Naked on the bed with him. For him. He was... cute. Pretty. He held Cole's warm dick in front of him. So like his own. So different than his own. He licked at the head. "Awwww..." Brian smiled and licked again. That had pleased his friend. Well, his wife. He gently took the whole of the dickhead into his mouth and licked all around it. "Yeaaaaa... Bri oh yeaaa so good..." He lowered his face as all three inches of hard dick entered his mouth. He stopped for a minute when the head hit the back of his mouth, and then he began to slide his lips up and down, as Cole had. And he sucked at the head each time. The taste... The more he sucked the more he liked the taste. Cole's taste. Cole felt as though his whole body were being eaten, taken inside a warm, wet place, washed with a soft tongue. He pressed his groin at Brian, and he felt Brian's fingers on his little balls again. Oh, it had not been like this with the lady... not this good... And then the heat began inside, the tension, the building, the growing... Cole didn't know that it couldn't be stopped now, and he wouldn't have stopped it if he could. "OOOoooo yeaaaaaaa Briiiiii..." His insides began to quiver, and his hips wiggled helplessly beneath Brian's face. Cole's entire body felt on fire now, he needed to... he needed... needed... And the release came with a rush of overwhelming pleasure. "AAAaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeee..." Brian continued to suck, even when he felt Cole's dick throb once and then thrash around in his mouth. Cole could not pull away; he was pinned between the bed and Brian's mouth, Brian's sucking mouth... "OOOOooooooo..." Wave after wave of hot pleasure swept through Cole, and his sounds became nothing but a high little soprano whine... "OOOOOooooooo..." Brian sensed Cole going limp beneath him, and he let Cole's dick slide from between his lips. He lay down next to Cole. They lay quietly for a while. Their shoulders, their thighs were touching. Their hands found each other and lay together. "Was that as good as the lady?" Brian finally asked. "No." Cole turned his face toward Brian and smiled. "It was lots, lots better. I don't know... how... but it was." Brian smiled back. Good, he thought. And the next time will be even better. "Cole..." Brian began. "You want to be my wife again sometime?" Cole grinned. "Whevever you want to be my husband." They turned onto their sides and faced each other, and their arms lay across each other. They fell asleep that way. Two boys with their young bodies so close, their faces only inches apart. Angels. Sleeping peacefully, fully satisfied -- at least for now. And on each face a small smile. And why not? After all, it was their wedding night.