Date: Sun, 04 Apr 2004 20:28:11 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: SEX WITH THE GROOM My dad was a wealthy, big time gambler and when he went to his favorite casino in Reno, he always got a complimentary, penthouse suite. Saturday we drove over and then on Monday he was called back to San Francisco on business, so he flew and arranged with the hotel to keep the suite so I could stay until he returned, as he wanted to stay the rest of the week. It must have been like 5:30 PM, and on the hottest day of the year, that I went down to the pool; I was 13 and was wearing one of the skimpiest, hottest, thong excuses for a bathing suit you ever saw. I had charged it on one of my dad's credit cards, but he didn't know what I'd purchased - not that he cared too much about what I did or didn't do, anyway. There was a mob of people using the pool, and I visually cruised the area before I selected a lounge chair, separated by only a small, low table from the hottest dude I could locate. He wasn't wearing a thong, it was more like a tight fitting pair of briefs, cut clear up to the waistband on each side of his legs and he was showing major meat - I do mean major because I don't use that term frequently to describe a dick. I reserve it for the really hung ones. A hotel waiter came by, called me by name and asked me if I wanted anything. I felt like ordering a double something or other but figured the waiter wasn't that stupid. I told him I'd like a Coke, in a tall glass with a lot of ice. Then I asked the stud I had parked next to if I could buy him a drink. He waxed back and forth for a while until the waiter said, "I'll bring you another Dry Martini on the Rocks". That opened things up a little and he started talking to me. He was on his honeymoon. His wife was out shopping with her mother. I didn't think I had a chance in hell but I decided to see if I could get in the stud's pants anyway, "Guess you got your nuts off big time last night, being you were on your honeymoon and all?" "Well, actually, Debbie turned out to be a virgin and I couldn't get it in; I was hurting her too much." "I can imagine, you're showing a big cock through your swimsuit. You've probably been in pain ever since." "Shit for a kid, you're very astute. But I see you've got a big one, too. Guess us hung guys must have an understanding of each other's problems. How old are you, anyway?" "Thirteen. "Well, I can relate to that. I was hung big time at that age. Guess we are the lucky ones." "Guess you fucked every cunt in school." "Tried, but I guess you know the problem. They all want it but can't take it. "Yea, frustrating, isn't it? (Not that I knew. I'd never tried to fuck a cunt in my life.) "You've got that right. Buy the way, what's your name." "Jason, and yours:" "Darrel, glad to meet you." "Me too." "Jason, can I buy you another coke?" "No, I'm in the penthouse and there's a well stocked bar up there. It even has its own, private pool on a terrace. Why don't you come up and wait for Debbie to get back It's getting kinda windy out here. We can talk and I'll pour you another Martini." "Would it be OK with your parents?" "I only have one parent, my dad, and he was called back to San Francisco and won't be back until tomorrow. Come on up, it's an impressive suite." It was impressive and Darrel was impressed - slack jaw, open mouth impressed. Of course I immediately poured him a Beef Eaters Martini. "Holy shit, how much did your dad get socked for this layout?" "He's a regular, heavy gambler, so it's a comp." "God, I can't believe it. Jesus, I'd love for Debbie to see it." "Well call the desk, leave her a message to call Room 1 when she gets home and we'll show it to her, then we can order room service which is very prompt up here." I excused myself while he was on the phone and poured him another Martini and one for myself. I needed some courage - I was determined to suck on that big thing so graphically outlined through his swim suite. His wife might not be able to take it but I'd been sucking cock since the first time I saw one and I was, sure as hell, going to give it a try. "Where are you from, Darrel" "Salt Lake City." "Mormon?" "Yea but not seriously. Debbie is all out though. Wants a bunch of kids but cant take my cock up her cunt. How's that for a laugh?" "Well, it's not exactly a laugh. I see you're still erect." "You got that right Jason, by the way show me where the bathroom is, I've got to take a leak, then give me the nickel tour." "Stand on one side. I'll stand on the other; I've got'a piss, too." Well, he didn't really have to piss or maybe he was so fucking hard he couldn't. We whipped out our cocks and after a few seconds he said, "False alarm." It wasn't exactly a false alarm at least in the sense that it was not a total loss; he now knew I was hung 7 and cut and he had a 9 incher, cut - the biggest fuck tool I'd ever seen - it was no fucking wonder that Debbie had balked at having him ram it up her cunt, wedding night or not. So, I showed him the master bedroom suite the three guest rooms, the dining room and kitchen, the pool and the media room. I knew my dad had left on a hardcore, fuck video about 50% played out, so I switched on the TV and told him I'd get him another Martini. When I got back he tried to chicken out on me. "I can't imagine what's taking Debbie and her mother so long. I'm getting worried." "Relax, the malls around here stay open all hours. You should be worrying about what's going to be charged to you credit card rather than what time she's going to get home. Besides, if she couldn't take your cock last night she's not by some miracle going to let you fuck the shit out of her tonight." I thought his monster cock was going to rip the fabric of his bathing suite wide open. He was totally absorbed in the fuck movie - it was hot if that sort of thing turned you on. "Jason would you mind pouring me another one". The media room had it's own, separate bar and I was back in a few seconds. When he asked for the second one, I just brought the ice bucket, Beefeaters and Vermouth back and put them on the coffee table. "Jesus, I keep wondering where Debbie is." "Give it up, Darrel, you phoned the desk and gave them the room number to call." What he didn't know was that I'd given him the wrong penthouse suite number and the desk would never put a call though to a penthouse without a first and last name of the occupant. I had the big dicked dude. He could rub it through his bathing suit but he'd get no relief until he stopped playing his silly game or passed out from drinking too many Martinis. I really didn't want that to happen because if he passed out I'd have to suck him while he was soft. I'd much prefer having it hard and shooting cum. Then the waiter with the snacks knocked at the door, I let him in, and he set up a tray in front of the sofa. The snacks included a beautiful arrangement of large shrimp with a bowl of sauce in the middle and a separate tray of cold, sliced meat and an assortment of crackers, plus a bowl of fresh fruit. Darrel must have skipped lunch as he really tucked in. Maybe this wasn't a good idea; I didn't want his eating to interfere with his progress toward getting a little stoned. I followed Brent, the waiter, to the door, opened the top drawer of an oriental, hall chest, gave him a fifty dollar tip and told him to get a young blond call girl up here within 30 minutes and tell the desk to charge it to the room. "Darrel, do you like Champagne?" "Oh I love it. I'd never tasted it until our wedding reception." Well, why don't I open a bottle and we can have it with the snacks. Shit, I didn't know the population of Salt Lake City, but this guy was just a horny, big dicked bumpkin and I then knew for sure if I played out his game, this thirteen year old cocksucker was going to get his wedding cock instead of his bride and I'd always heard there was nothing harder in the world than a wedding cock. And, country bumpkin, or not, you could overlook a lot of faults if a guy looked like a Greek god and packed a 9 inch one between his legs. Right then a major development occurred. Darrel started rubbing his unbelievably big, hard cock through the fabric of his swimsuit as his eyes were glued to the gangbang on the screen of big dicks fucking teen pussies. The fucker was getting himself all horned up. My eyes of course were glued to the outline of Darrel's beautiful, hard, sex deprived cock. But, I had the presence of mind to grab his glass, and fill it with gin and put the Champaign bottle and glasses on the bar. I wanted him back on the gin. "Darrel, let me pull down your bathing suit and caress your cock, so you can concentrate on the movie." "Oh Jason, I'd like to but you touched it I would probably shoot off in no time at all and I can't do that" "Why not." "Debbie might give me some tonight." "You're a dreamer. Besides I have something that delays climaxing, so you'd have plenty of time to make me stop if you got too excited?" "What would do that?" "In the bathroom I got a bottle of my dad's poppers out of the vanity drawer." I showed the bottle to him" "What do you do with them?" I pushed my thong down and kicked it aside, stood in front of him with my seven inch boy cock sticking straight out, opened the seal on the bottle with my thumbnail and held one nostril and inhaled with the other and repeated it with my other nostril. "Stand up and try it. It feels like the top of your head is coming off at first, but then they get easier to take and you can actually get a high off of them. While you're inhaling them, I'll slip your swimsuit down and free up your cock a little. Holy shit, it looked bigger than when he was trying to piss. It really sprung up when once freed of his swimsuit. The cockhead was enormous. Maybe this had been a futile exercise. I began to doubt that I could get it in my mouth, although I'd sucked some that were almost that big. "Darrel why don't you sit down on the sofa again and spread your legs. I'll kneel of the floor and take care of it for you until you think you're too close to go any further. We both took big hits from the bottle and I told him to keep it and use it, as he needed it. I'd have him pass it to me when I needed it. It was hot; everything was turning out as I'd hoped. I was able to take most of it and when I did stop to take a hit, I'd look up at him and the expression in his eyes told me that he was in dreamland, some land of ecstasy and so was his big hard cock. I got in a good suck until he reached down and pushed me off saying, "We better quit, its just making me feel too good. I quit sucking on him but had no intention of quitting the game. I stood up, threw my arms around his neck and got on my knees on the sofa and straddled his legs. I eased my buns down on his cock, both the head and the shaft. all slick from my saliva, slipped easily into my boy pussy. He lost his cool. He lost it entirely. He screamed "Oh my God" and started raising his buns off the sofa, pounding his dick into my love hole. For the second time he screamed out with a loud noise and I felt him erupting deep in my hole. I kissed him as he was climaxing. From the feel of it, he shot one big fucking load. He leaned back, exhausted, and the doorbell rang. "Who's that?" "It can't be Debbie, she hasn't called. Its probably the waiter coming to pick up the tray." I carried the tray into the hall, let the girl in and no way could she be old enough to get a license for what she was doing. I motioned for her to strip in the hall and we walked back into the media room together. Darrel's eyes about popped out of his head and his mouth hung open. The girl was hot, nice tits, shaved pussy. He started to get up, but she put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down. She got into the same position that I was in and his cock erected right up and into her cunt and he was sucking on her tits like a nursing infant. Guess some guys needed that sort of stuff. She began humping him and as she raised up little off his legs a little I jammed my hand between her ass and his legs and grabbed his hairy nut sack and squeezed the hell out of it. He screamed like a banshee. I shifted my hand enough that I could feel his shaft as she fucked it. Finally, I kneeled on the couch facing them and jacked off watching them. Except in porno videos I'd never seen a guy fuck a woman. It was really quite exciting watching the real thing; but not as good as watching two studs in heat going after each other. Well, I also discovered that call girls didn't hang around and engage in small talk after their johns shot. She made a quick stop in a bathroom and left. I knew she was off to meet her next customer and wondered if she'd even climaxed despite how exciting Darrel's big cock must have been. Darrel used the master bedroom bath, put his swimsuit back on and kissed me. He said he was glad I'd invited him up because he had a great time with me. Too, the call girl was the biggest surprise of his life. I found out he was staying the whole week just as I was and told him I'd like to see him again. He said he doubted that he'd get very far with Debbie during the week, so he's make sure we got together, he'd like another sex session with he. I was good at it. We exchanged full names, room numbers and telephone numbers. After he left, I showered, put a towel around my waist and switched the video to a gay porno. As I said, my dad didn't pay any attention to what I did and could have cared less. The video just got past all the preliminary titles when the doorbell rang again. It was the waiter for real this time. "I'm about to go off duty. Can I come in and have a cigarette?" "Sure, how about a highball to go with it, there's the bar and grab me a beer from the fridge below the counter if you don't mind." "Whew! When he bent down to get the beer I saw he had one tight, sweet pair of buns. He came back with a glass full of ice and one of the better bourbons that the hotel had stocked the bar with. "Your name is Jason, isn't it? "Yea, and from your name tag, I guess you are Brent." "Name tags are always right. Jesus, Jason I about lost it earlier in here with that big dicked stud sitting on the sofa playing with his dick through his swimsuit. Was he a rent boy?" "No, he's a hotel guest. My dad's gone until tomorrow noon, so I just asked him up to the room when it got windy down at the pool. Can I mooch a cigarette off you? I don't smoke, but I've been drinking and kinda want to try one." "Were you interested in him, or was he interested in you. My interest came first, then I seduced him until he got interested in me." "Guess you got him then. How big was that cock of his anyway?' "Yep, I sucked him and the thing was a strong 9 inches with a big head. The most exciting thing about the whole deal was that he was just married yesterday but his wife didn't let him in last night and he was literally bursting with cum. Then he got his first fuck as a married man with the call girl." "Did you watch him fuck her?" "Yep." "Damn, that must have been exciting. Jason, are you gay?" "Why do you ask." "Well, I've been wondering for some time, then you forgot to put the bottle of poppers away, and I know a lot of the gay guys use them during sex." "Guess they are kind of a give away at that." "Would you be offended if I unwrapped your towel and had a look at you." I didn't answer in words but stood up, faced him and threw the towel on the sofa then jacked it enough so it wasn't totally soft and would look a little better for him. "Brent, would you be offended if I asked you to stand up and let me unzip your pants?" He didn't answer either, but stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, kicked off his shoes and stepping out of his pants. He was wearing no underwear, was already semi erect and sexier looking in his uniform shirt than if he'd been totally naked. "Afraid I don't match up to you very well." "Oh but you do. I love uncut cocks and love to suck up guys who have about 6 inches. I can do a better job on them that size and they're big enough that all the pleasure of sucking is still there. Brent, why don't you stay the night; we can go skinny-dipping and sleep together. "God, I'd love that. Let me put my pants on, take the tray down and punch out on the time clock." Damn but he was one cute young guy, sexy as hell and I really did like his cock eventhough he thought I probably wouldn't. Forgetting to put the poppers away turned out to be a lucky accident. I put the towel back on but could hardly, fucking wait for him to ring the doorbell again. When he did get back I was at the door with patio towels across my shoulder and I started undressing him with every step we took toward the pool, leaving a string of stuff on the floor from the hall to the pool. I jumped in and he was right after me. Treading water, kissing, grabbing cocks it was great fun Finally he climbed out, ran into the media room and came right back. He had the poppers. He sat on the edge of the pool, legs apart dangling in the water. The patio lights and the underwater pool lights made his genitals such a beautiful sight. I scooted up and rested my arms each side of his legs. He held the brown bottle and held one of my nostrils for me. I'd never done it in the pool and after he taken a big hit on the bottle, I reached over and gently pushed the foreskin back over his perfectly shaped, helmet cockhead. It was beautiful and he quickly sucked up to total erection and his scrotum was already wrinkled from the water and snuggled up to the bottom of his shaft. His young manhood was ready to be pleasured and I was ready to give that pleasure to it - I put my lips around it and sucked it deep into my throat. Within a few minutes he bent down, put a hand on each side of my head, stuck his tongue into my mouth and locked me into an open mouth kiss as his man juice flowed from his piss slit into my mouth. I've got to tell you, it brought me a lot more pleasure than Darrel had given me - of course, Darrel was nervous and I had practically raped him. He got to his feet, reached down and helped me out of the pool, led me over to one of the double wide lounges that reclined and told me he'd be right back. I watched him as he walked naked and wet, his body glistening with water and as he came back with a beer, the bourbon bottle and his glass of ice cubes on a small try, along with his cigarettes. He sat the same way I had sat on Darrel, straddling me on his bent legs. He fed me a sip of the beer, lit a cigarette while it was in his mouth and then held it up to my mouth. God, I found that so sexy. He lit one for himself, handed me my beer, reached over to the table and poured himself another bourbon on the rocks. "You are such a beautiful, young sex pot. I've had my eye on you for some time. Your dad and you check in about twice a month, don't you?" "Yes, and don't think I don't eyeball the cute waiters and bellhops around here. I'm glad you asked to come in tonight, Brent. I think you are super hot." "You haven't seen how hot I am yet. I'm a top, but like to get sucked, too. Will you let me get in your love hole later on?" I answered, "Just say when", as I reached between us and fondled his cock. The foreskin had slid back over the end and I loved it. After a couple more rounds, a couple more cigarettes and another dip in the pool, he gathered the stuff off the table, we went inside and he asked me where my room was. We turned off the lights and I took him by the hand and led him to my room. I was excited. It was the first time I'd ever been fucked in my own bedroom, in my own bed. "Jason, do you know what lube is?" "No." "Then is a sure bet you don't have any." "What's it for?" "Lube is a good description, I could lube your love hole with it and it would be easier for you to take me." "Would men use it with women?" "Shit I don't know. "Well let's look in the master bedroom. My dad doesn't know I know, but he sometimes brings boys home instead of women, or two boys at a time or a man and a woman at the same time." We looked in the master bath but found nothing but lucked out when we opened the drawer of a bedside stand. So we waddled back to my room, naked, holding on to each other's cocks. He spent a long time playing with my nipples, licking me all over and jacking my cock before he asked me if I was ready. He put my ass on a couple of pillows, lubed me and entered me slowly while I was on my back and he held my legs in the air. I hadn't been fucked a lot of times, but he had just got started when I realized he was good at it. He didn't hurry; the pleasure on his face was exciting to look at. He varied his techniques and succeeded in making it last. He also succeeded in making me reach orgasm three times. The first two times I shot twice in a row. He paused, we had a cigarette and he re-entered me. He gave me a slow, prolonged, hot fuck; an exciting fuck and he fucked me good. With all the poppers it became, in my mind, as though Brent's cock was the most important thing in the world to me. I hoped he would fuck me all night. But then his cock unloaded its love juice and for the second time I climaxed immediately thereafter. We fell asleep with the lights on. I turned them off after I got up to piss an hour later. I crawled back into bed, cuddled up to his back, put my arm around him, determined that his foreskin was covering his cockhead, wrapped my hand around his shaft and returned to sleep. Before the week was over, Darrel fucked me again one afternoon while my dad was in the casino, in bed this time. "Oh Jason, I don't know what I would have done on this honeymoon if it hadn't been for you. Debbie has tried, but I still haven't been able to fuck her and you're so good at it I can't believe it. "Well, get a divorce and come to San Francisco. Maybe the Mayor will marry us." "Don't put ideas in my head. "Darrel, after you're able to get another erection and before you leave, will you let me suck it again. You have such a big, hot cock - the biggest I've ever sucked and I'd like to have another time to remember it by, especially if you could manage another cum?" "When will your dad be back?" "Not before 6 o'clock that's for sure." "Consider it an absolute positive." The second time was so good. I don't think I need tell you guys how good it was if you've ever been so lucky as to nurse on a big one. The best part of my story is that on my third trip to Reno after this one, I asked my dad if he'd hire Brent as sort of a companion for me. "I've been waiting for this ever since you've gone through puberty. Jason, I understand you, I'm bisexual. Give this Brent, whoever he is whatever he asks for in the way of salary, but demand he ride home with us. I don't want you sulking all around the house worrying about him. And you can promise him that I'll never mess with him. Brent did ride home with us. Well actually Brent and I rode home with my dad. He and I sat in the back seat and, with the darkly tinted windows, we had no qualms about making out. Every-once-in-a-while, I caught my dad looking at us through the rear view mirror as he tooled down I-80 toward the bay area. In some respects I was close to my dad. He was more than good to me - he spoiled me. In some respects I was not close to him. The next time I caught him looking through the rear view mirror I waved and smiled back. I had the feeling we were going to be much closer and much happier together than we had before. I wondered how many boys had such an easy time, even without using words, to tell their father that they were a flaming, horny queer that was hooked on sex with males and couldn't get enough cock to suck or have rammed up their ass. THE END. THIS IS A ONE CHAPTER STORY BUT I HAVE MORE STORIES TO WRITE. HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT. I ENJOYED WRITING IT. IF YOU E-MAIL, I'LL ANSWER YOU. LOVE AND ALL MY BEST WISHES. HOPE YOU HAVE SOME ONE TO CRAWL INTO THE SACK WITH TONIGHT. JOES