Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2021 12:44:01 -0400
From: Natty <bacteriaburger@gmail.com>
Subject: Wedding Jitters

Wedding Jitters
by Natty Soltesz

"I'm just nervous, man," Eddie said, adjusting his bow tie in the mirror
for the hundredth time.

"It's not till tomorrow," I said. We were the only ones in the house,
everyone else had headed to the rehearsal dinner. "You're gonna do fine," I
said. "Everyone gets like this before their wedding. Not that I'd know."

"That's the thing, bro -- I'm questioning all of it. Like, I won't be
single anymore, you know? I mean, I love her and everything..."

"I understand, man," I said, standing up in front of him and brushing some
lint off the shoulders of his tux jacket. "But look at you. Handsome as all
hell. It's gonna go great."

"I wish I could fuck right now," he said, looking at himself in the
mirror. "Fucking always takes the edge off. But Monica's parents won't even
let me in the same damn house as her..." he said, giving his crotch a quick
grab.

"Yeah, well, it won't be long now till you're married and you can fuck as
much as you want," I said, forcing a laugh.

"Like I won't get bored with that," he said, then let out a deep
breath. "Sorry, man -- I don't mean that. I'm just all worked up," he said,
again adjusting his crotch. "Anyway, tux fits good," he said, and began to
untie the bow tie.

"It does," I said, watching him unbutton his shirt. "And, you know, it's
not like your whole world is gonna change just cause you're married. I'll
still be around. We can still go get drunk on a Friday night and raise
hell."

"Yeah but no picking up random girls and taking turns on 'em," he said,
smiling.

"True," I said, watching him lift his undershirt off his fit, hairy
chest. "But we'll always have those memories. Our crazy college years..."

Eddie didn't say anything to that at first. He undid his pants and opened
them to his blue briefs. The pouch was filled out to where I could tell he
was turned on.

"Yeah," he said, shucking off his pants. "Or that night we got stoned and
wound up sucking each other off."

"Phew," I said, taken aback. We hadn't talked about that in years -- maybe
we never had. "Yep, we most definitely sowed our oats," I said.

"You ever think about that?" he said, looking over at me.

"Sometimes, man," I admitted.

"You ever do anything with a guy? Besides that?"

"Nope. Just that, with you," I said.

"Same, bro," Eddie said, still feeling his cock underneath his briefs. It
was getting harder. "I like that we have that, you know? We did it before I
even met Monica."

"It was a wild time," I said.

"Dude we blasted in each other's mouths. Swallowed, even."

"You ate out my ass," I said.

"I remember," he said, looking at me intently as he pinched and stroked his
underwear-clad boner. "Look how turned on I am," he said. "You ever get
turned on, thinking about that?"

"Sometimes," I said, and my own cock jumped and began to swell in my
shorts. "I guess cause of the taboo of it, or whatever. Being that we're
straight."

"Straight enough I guess," Eddie said. "I feel like, if we did it again, it
wouldn't even be cheating," he added, fixing me with his blue eyes.

"What are you saying, man?" I said. Eddie lowered his briefs and his hairy
pole sprung out, thick and uncut.

"C'mon, bro," Eddie said, stroking it. "I'm so nervous and horned up. If
you do me I'll do you. Like last time."

"Dude," I said, looking at his leaking cock. "It's the night before your
wedding. This is your fiance's parent's house..."

"Yeah and nobody's home but us. I haven't even been able to jack off for
two days. C'mon bro, we don't even have to talk about it afterward. I know
you're turned on right now," he said.

"A little," I said.

"Stand up," he said, and I did. He came up to me and reached for the boner
in my shorts.

"Fuck," I said.

"C'mon, bro. Just this once," Eddie said, his lips near my ear. I reached
for his cock, too. It felt hot and throbbing. Yeah, I wanted to try it
again. Had been thinking about it for years, if I'm honest.

So I got on my knees. "Fuck yeah," Eddie said, and I looked up into his
eyes as I slid it into my mouth. "Goddamn!" he said, louder now, and I
remembered how vocal he got when he had sex. Unlike last time, we were
stone-cold sober, and somehow this felt even more exciting -- knowing the
cock in my mouth wasn't even his to give me, a soon-to-be-married cock. I
took it all the way down my throat like both of us had all those years ago,
and this time I held it there and savored it.

"Goddamn man you're sucking my cock so good," Eddie said as I started to
bob my head on it. "Fuck man, suck it, oh my god..." he went on. When I
took him deep in my throat he would moan so loud. Then I'd suck just the
head, tasting his precum and remembering how it had felt to have him cum in
my throat the last time. Twice, I'd made him cum that night, and swallowed
both times.

"Here man let me do you," Eddie said after I'd blown him for a while. He
helped me get to my feet and yanked my shorts down to my ankles. I was
catching my breath and wiping my mouth as he got on his knees in front of
my boner.

"Let's suck some fucking cock," he said before stuffing his maw full of my
boner. Eddie didn't hold back -- he went to town on my fat dick, taking it
deep in his throat and holding it there till he choked, then working his
mouth on it like a machine, in and out. It knocked the wind out of me a
little, to get head that enthusiastic from my best friend, no less.

"Couple of fucking cocksuckers," he muttered as he caught his breath, my
dick drooling in his hand. I closed my eyes and let the feeling of it wash
over me as he sunk his lips back on it. I've always loved getting head,
even more than fucking sometimes. Eddie's mouth and throat were relentless,
and as he blew me his hands went to my butt. Next thing I knew he was
grabbing my hips and forcing me to turn around. And then he pressed his
face between my smooth cheeks, tongue searching for my hole. When he found
it we both moaned.

"Holy fuck, dude," I said.

"You like that?" he said, and dove back in, tongue digging deep into my
clenching hole. I relaxed it and his tongue went in deeper. I knew Eddie
love to eat girls out but I'd honestly forgotten how good it could feel to
have my ass licked. When he'd done it to me before I think it'd shocked me
to the point where I couldn't relax. But this time it was feeling so
fucking good, and I pushed back onto his tongue as I stroked my spit-slick
cock.

Eddie was moaning like he was digging it as much as I was. I felt slutty, I
guess -- opened up and ready. So when Eddie stood and embraced me from
behind, sliding his hard cock between my cheeks, I didn't flinch. His hard,
hot rod was right against my hole and I pushed back to meet it, giving
myself over to the sensation of it.

"Let me fuck you, dude," Eddie said in my ear as he dragged his rod back
and forth across my hole. "Please, man, I need to fuck..." Truth was I'd
had things up my ass before -- fingers, a dildo even -- and I've always
gotten off to the idea of servicing someone. A horny girl who couldn't get
enough cock was one of my top fantasies, and weirdly this fit into
that. Eddie was like an animal, horny and insistent, and it made me want to
give it up to him. So I reached back and situated his cock to my hole, then
bore down.

I think we were both a little shocked when it popped inside -- it was
further than either of us had anticipated going. But there we were, with
Eddie's bare cock lodged in my virgin asshole. He pushed into me and a
couple more inches slid inside. I couldn't believe how good I felt, and
Eddie must have been in heaven.

"Oh my god, dude," he said, holding tight to my body as he slid in and out
of me. "Holy fuck that feels amazing, fucking you in the ass, oh my god..."
he said, going nuts-deep inside me. He held it there and felt for my
cock. "Damn bro you're hard as hell," he said.

"It feels good, man," I said. Eddie began stroking me as he drilled my ass.

"Can I cum in you, man? I mean I'll try to last but I dunno, Monica's not
on birth control so I always have to use a rubber, or pull out..."

"Yeah man I don't care," I said, trying to hold off as Eddie steadily
stroked my read-to-pop prick. "Fuck it man, just blast inside me. Fuck me,"
I said.

"Holy shit, bro. Say that again," he said.

"Fuck me," I said. "Fuck my ass, man. Enjoy it. Cum in me, bro."

"Goddamn this is hot," Eddie said. "C'mere," he said, and started walking
me to the bed, his cock still in me. My legs hit the bed -- his fiance's
childhood bed, from what I understood -- and he pushed forward until I was
on it, on all fours, doggy-style with my ass spread out and his cock still
lodged in it. "Fuckin A, bro, this is so fucking hot!" Eddie said, pounding
hard into me. I took hold of my cock now, stroking it with his thrusts,
sensing his orgasm was close and wanting to time it with mine.

"I'm gonna cum in you, dude," Eddie said.

"Do it, man, oh fuck I'm gonna cum too..." I said. With a groan Eddie
pushed into me all the way and held deep. I felt his cock swell and begin
to shoot inside of me. Man, I've never had a feeling like that before -
"slutty" didn't begin to describe it. Eddie was using me like a cheap
whore, fucking me raw-dog and cumming in me. The thought that we could do
this again crossed my mind -- that it wouldn't be like cheating, just an
extension of our friendship, benefits taken to the next level.

I lost my load thinking of that and feeling Eddie cum in me. I realized at
the last minute that I was blowing ropes of cum all over the tux shirt he'd
laid out on the bed just moments before. I felt Eddie's grip on my hips
start to loosen, his breath begin to slow.

"Whoa," he said, and slid out of me. I stood up, my cock still dripping.

"Yeah," I said. "Wow." Eddie looked at me and laughed. "Sorry about your
shirt."

"Ph, I'll wipe it off... Goddamn man. I feel so much better," he said.

"Not nervous anymore, are ya?" I said.

"Not at all, bro. But we are fucking late for that dinner," he said.

I sat at that rehearsal dinner with Eddie's load dripping out of me, and I
have to say I didn't feel the least bit guilty about it. I mean, I'm his
best man. There's a bond there that's maybe even stronger than one between
a guy and his wife, you know?

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