Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2024 01:46:29 +0000 From: Ganimedes Ganymede Subject: What a wedding, chapter 1 This is just fantasy. I, the writer, don't condone any of what is depicted here, and I don't encourage my readers to practice it in real life. This completely made"up fantasy story depicts sexual acts between related men and men of different ages, if you don't enjoy that or it makes you uncomfortable, please read a different story. My previous Twitter account got banned, please follow my new one for updates and hot porn! If you like my stories don't hesitate to give me your feedback via email or on my socials. My new Twitter is @sleazzydng and my telegram is @lockk13 drop me a message! (Do not ask me for videos or trading. As I previously stated: this is purely fictional and nothing more than that.) Also, remember to donate and support Nifty! It's the reason why we can enjoy these amazing stories! STORY: "Man, Mario's brother is so hot!" Jake said to Logan while he refilled his glass. There were just a few months left until Mario's wedding, and his friends had been in charge of organizing his bachelor party. They debated a lot about whether they should invite Mario's family or not since it was going to be a non-traditional bachelor party, but at the last minute, they decided to do it. The party, and the wedding too, were non-traditional because they were gay. Mario and Emmett were getting married after five years of dating, and they had decided that they wanted to celebrate two parties. On the one hand, Mario's, and on the other, Emmett's, with the only condition that both were going to be present at both parties. It was really an excuse to throw two different parties, but this way each of them could invite their friends and family without the parties being too crowded. The party was planned to start at the house of the organizer of the party, Carlo, continue at a gay nightclub and end with an after-party, which is why at first they thought about whether inviting the family was correct or not, but after talking about it with Mario's brother, Roman told them that he and his father would be happy to come. They both loved to party and didn't care if they went out with gays, straights, or any other orientation. In total, there were eight. Mario's friends were Jake, Carlo, Logan, and Fredd; Mario's family, consisted of his brother Roman and his father Peter; and, of course, the two grooms, Mario and Emmett. Mario's brother, the one Jake thought was very hot, was in a corner of the kitchen talking to Fredd. He was wearing a simple light blue shirt, buttoned up enough to cover his torso but leaving part of his chest exposed. He was wearing beige chinos and brown shoes. Overall, he was quite simple, without attracting attention, but his energy and the aura he emanated made both Jake and Logan and also Fredd (who was already doing his thing talking to him alone) feel attracted to him. His hair was shaved in a military style and he had no facial hair at all. "Well, do you have a girlfriend?" Fredd asked. "Yes, and you?" Roman remembered that most of his brother's friends were gay and tried to rectify it. "Well, rather boyfriend," he said, laughing. "No, I don't have one," Fredd laughed, "and I'm bi." "Well, you can still flirt tonight, I can't tho," he smiled. "I don't think I'll see many chicks at the club." "I mean, even if it's a gay nightclub, straight people still go there; Also, don't you have a girlfriend?" Fredd asked, with a half smile on his face. "I don't see her here, right?" Roman winked. "He's as dangerous as a bomb," Logan whispered to Jake as they left the kitchen. Carlo was sitting in the living room, waiting for Emmett and Mario to arrive. He was checking that everything was in order. From the food to the music to the look of their house, it had to be perfect down to the last detail. Sometimes he was a perfectionist. "You mother fuckers," he said when he saw his friends appear with a drink each. "Can't you wait until we're all there to drink?" "Damn, if we have to wait until Mario and Emmett show up, we won't get drunk," replied Jake, who sat in the armchair in front of the bowls of nuts. He was going to grab a handful when Carlo spanked his hand. "Wait." Logan sat next to him and looked at the balcony. He saw Mario's father talking on the phone in what appeared to be a heated argument. He waved his arms and walked from one side to the other, until he got tired and hung up, putting his cell phone in his pocket. He then entered the living room. "What is it?" Logan asked. "Work or your wife?" Peter laughed and sat next to his son's friends. He had met all of them a couple of times, but the only name he remembered was Carlo, who kept walking around the house from one side to the other making sure everything was in perfect condition. "My wife... She's saying she doesn't understand why I came without her," Peter rolled his eyes and grabbed a handful of nuts, putting them in his mouth. "Well, it's boys' night," Jake said as he stole some snacks from Peter and drank from his glass. "That's what I told her, but well, let's see if Emmett wants to invite her to his so she leaves me alone." The moment Roman and Fredd returned from the kitchen giggling, the house bell rang and Carlo opened the door. Mario and Emmett entered amidst cheers and applause, laughing as they welcomed them. They went on to hug all their friends and, of course, Mario's father and brother. "I can't believe it!" exclaimed Mario. "I didn't know if they had invited you." "Are you out of your mind? There can't be a party without me!" said Roman, hugging his brother and Emmett. Emmett could see how all of Mario's friends were looking at Roman's ass, and when he looked at Fredd he winked at him. He knew that her future husband's brother was exactly the type of man that Fredd liked, so he was not surprised by his attitude. While Mario spoke with his family and Carlo, Fredd grabbed Emmett's arm and took him to the kitchen, which seemed to be their meeting point for that night. "What's up?" Emmett asked. "Why hadn't you told us that Mario's brother was so hot?" he asked smiling. "Because he is my boyfriend's brother and I don't notice him that way?" Emmett raised an eyebrow, but Fredd shook his head. "Don't give me that bullshit... You and Mario are filthier than all of us together. You're not going to tell me that you haven't realized how hot your brother-in-law is." "So what if he is? He's straight... Fredd, always do this and then have drama." "I didn't say I was going to do anything," he put his hands up, but with a mischievous smile. "I'm just saying I was surprised to see that the good genes were not only for Mario... They both take from their father." "Yes, Peter is also very attractive" Emmett confessed. "Aha! I knew you had fantasized about them!" Emmett rolled his eyes and, tired of the insinuations of Fredd's morbid mind, left the kitchen and joined everyone. "Well, when is the party going to start?" Peter asked, picking up the TV remote and searching for a playlist on Spotify. Carlo quickly went to the kitchen and returned with the bottles. Whiskey, rum, vodka, and gin were all he had bought. In an ice bucket, he had put several bottles of beer surrounded by ice to cool them, and he placed the bucket next to the bowls of nuts and jelly beans. At one point, while everyone was chatting and dancing in the living room, Fredd and Roman met again in the kitchen. Roman thought it was a coincidence, but Fredd wanted to be alone with him. "What are you drinking?" Roman asked. "Rum," the gay guy smiled. At that moment, Mario came through the door and grabbed a bottle of tonic for his cocktail. "Do you already know each other?" Mario asked. "I mean, he's been harassing me all night," Roman answered, laughing while Fredd thought he had been caught. "Roman! I've already told you not to make your weird jokes with my friends," Mario said while rolling his eyes. "Don't worry, I think it's funny," said Fredd, laughing, and Mario looked at him with a strange face. "We've been talking all night... Since it's taken you half a century to come, we've had a lot of time to kill." "What if we kill it in another way?" Roman said with a mischievous smile as he put his hand in his pocket. In front of the looks of Fredd and Mario, Roman took out a small bag containing a white powder. Coke. Fredd smiled evilly, while Mario crossed his arms. "You can't be serious," said Mario. "Damn, it's your party. Don't you want to have a good time?" Roman said, shaking the bag in front of Mario. "Don't get it twisted, I'm your older brother," Mario answered. "Come on, Mario, don't act like a saint because you were coked out of your mind last weekend," said Fredd, laughing. Roman laughed followed by Fredd, while Mario acted pissed. Hearing the laughter, everyone in the room abandoned the conversation and went to the kitchen to see what was happening. "What are you laughing at?" Peter asked, patting his son on the shoulder. "Your son thought it'd be a good idea to bring coke," Mario said, waiting for his father to say something to Roman. "You have to be kidding me!" Peter acted surprised and took another small plastic bag out of his pocket. "I brought pills!" Everyone, except Mario, laughed. Mario used drugs very occasionally at clubs and parties, so he was not against recreational use, but he was worried that his father and brother would go too far and not know how to control themselves. Besides, if anyone truly worried him it was Emmett. His fiancé did not have any type of addiction, but he had a very low tolerance, with one pill and a drink it seemed like he had snorted the entire Sahara desert. He wanted a quiet party, but he thought better of it and knew that he would only have one bachelor party in his life, so he wanted to take advantage of it. "Well, then let the party begin," he announced, and everyone celebrated. Each one took what they preferred, and they spent a good part of the night dancing, drinking, and laughing. At one point, Fredd saw how Roman got up from the chair he was sitting in. Ten minutes passed in which Emmett and Peter were dancing while Mario encouraged them, and Fredd, bored and curious, decided to wander around the house to look for his friend's brother. First, he looked in the rooms and verified that he was not there, and then he looked in the bathroom. He wanted to open the door and catch him pissing, or even jerking off, but when he turned the knob and gave a little push he realized the bathroom was empty. The house was a simple apartment in which Carlo lived alone, so it was not very big. The only place left to look was the kitchen, and that's where he headed. The kitchen in Carlo's apartment was small, but it had two parts. One where you ate, which had a narrow table with two chairs, and another where the place to cook was. This place was a little hidden, behind a wall, and from the voices Fredd heard he knew that Roman was there. He approached quietly, trying to listen to the conversation, but Roman was whispering. "I already told you..." he said, but a voice shouted on the other end of the phone, interrupting him. When Fredd peeked out from behind the wall, Roman noticed. He smiled and continued listening to the other person scream until he got tired. "Look, I'm partying and you're not going to ruin my night," Roman said. "Go ahead and fuck yourself. When you get tired of your friends, don't come back to me!" Fredd was surprised by that way of speaking. Mario, Emmett, and their friends were between 25 and 30 years old, but he knew that Roman was his friend's younger brother. He calculated that he was no more than 22, and he bet that he was close to 20. Was he already arguing as if he were married? "You look like my father arguing with my mother," said Fredd, making them both laugh. "It was my girlfriend, she doesn't leave me alone..." "Man, you have her worried... If you were my boyfriend I wouldn't let you go out alone either," he laughed, making Roman smile. "It's not because of that, it's because she says her friend told her that I fucked her, and of course, she's mad now." "And why would her friend make up something like that? "Oh, no! It's true" Roman laughed out loud. "But I've been fucking that friend for years and I assure you she hasn't said anything to her. A lot of times she says that I have fucked chicks to see if I'll give in and confess." "And have you ever fallen for that?" "No way!" Roman laughed and put his phone away. "Nobody knows my secrets. My lips are sealed." Fredd smiled and Roman winked at him. He took the bag with the white powder out of his pocket and raised an eyebrow, to which Fredd nodded. He prepared a couple of lines on the counter that Carlo had cleaned so immaculately and, without thinking, they both snorted them. "Fuck!" Fredd said. "I'm going to dump my friends and start to hang out with you, you guys are fun," Roman said, laughing. "I wouldn't mind..." Fredd confessed. "Oh, really?" He half-smiled and got a little closer to Fredd. "Maybe my brother does." "Well, your brother doesn't decide who we invite to the parties," Fredd also approached his friend's brother. "As long as you're old enough to hang out with us..." "Is nineteen enough?" "We ask for 21 minimum" Fredd smiled. "I have 21, but in centimeters," Roman winked. Fredd couldn't believe what he had just heard. That was over 8 inches. Had he given him a hint? Or was it too direct to be true? His imagination had already played tricks on him with straight boys, and he had never tried anything with a 19-year-old, but what if he was sending signals? "That's what everyone says..." he said, tempting fate and playing along without being too shameless. Roman looked behind the wall, making sure they were alone, and took Fredd's hand. You could say that he dragged his brother's friend to the bathroom, but the reality is that Fredd followed him so delighted and nervous that he didn't even realize where he had taken him. It wasn't until Roman closed the door that he returned to reality. "Let's stop messing around," Roman said, and Fredd's body froze for a second. "Do you want to suck my dick?" Fredd froze. Even though he had tried to get Roman's attention all night, he thought it would be in vain, and now that he had the chance he didn't know what to do. What if it was some kind of test? Or maybe it was a trick question... He knew from Mario, and from the fact that Roman had a girlfriend and was unfaithful to him with other girls, that the boy standing in front of him was straight... What was the point of asking him if he wanted to suck his dick? "I don't know what you're thinking..." he began to speak, but was quickly interrupted. "I'm thinking I'm horny and you've been teasing me all night." "No... It's not what it seems..." "Don't play with me, you're a cock tease like girls," said Roman, visibly annoyed. "Look, I want you to suck me off, are you going to do it or am I going to go back to my girlfriend tonight?" "Your girlfriend has argued with you..." Fredd answered. "So, can you help me or do I have to get laid by some chick?" Roman smiled and got closer to Fredd. Fredd did not reject his advances, but stood his ground and let the teenager come to him. "So... are you going to suck me off knowing that I have a girlfriend or are you a cock-warming little girl like all the other chicks?" Fredd was going to protest against the sexist comments he was making, but when he looked at Roman he saw a mischievous smile on his face. The latter, horny, bit his lip and grabbed Fredd's hand, leading him towards his package. Fredd pressed on the bulge and verified that the 21 that Roman claimed to have really existed. He didn't need anything else to kneel and begin to unzip that fly. "Fuck..." Roman muttered. "You look great, asshole," said Fredd. "I know," Roman laughed. "You've been wanting to eat me all night..." "Since I saw you walking in..." Fredd pushed Roman back so he was leaning against the sink and then gave a tug, pulling down the pants and exposing the teen's big cock. Roman was not wearing underwear and that made Fredd even more excited. Without wasting any more time, Roman took Fredd by the head and brought the tip of his cock to the lips of his brother's friend, making him kiss his meat. Fredd looked into Roman's eyes, opened his mouth while maintaining eye contact and, with great effort, put that piece of meat into his mouth in a single motion. "Fuck me," Roman groaned, rolling his eyes as he tried not to make a noise. "How did you do that?" Fredd wanted to speak, but Roman did not remove his hand from his head, making him keep his cock inside as long as possible. Mario's brother, now calmer, looked down and smiled when he saw Fredd's face. This was an expert in blowjobs without a doubt because he was not finding it difficult to keep it deep in his throat, but little by little the color of his face was changing, and his eyes began to shine. "Smile," Roman said, making Fredd show a pathetic smile covered by the cock he was eating. Fredd couldn't hold out any longer, and when he began to lack oxygen he started to slap Roman's thighs, begging him to take his cock out of his mouth. "How hot, damn!" said the teenager just before releasing his new friend's head. Fredd took his cock out of his mouth and quickly began to take breaths trying to regain the lost air. He felt a little dizzy, but closed his eyes and composed himself. "Damn... Take it easy..." he said, still breathing hard. "Sorry, man, they've never done that to me," Roman said, laughing. That laugh made Fredd want to suck his cock again, and so he did. This time, Roman let his brother's friend set his own pace and simply relaxed while Fredd gave him the best blowjob of his life. "You suck it better than a girl," said Roman, and Fredd smiled knowing that that was the typical phrase that all straight guys said. Roman, however, was right. Fredd loved sucking cock, so he knew what he was doing better than anyone. In that house, except for Mario's father, he had eaten everyone at some point, including Mario and Emmett. Gays, straights, and bisexuals alike loved receiving blowjobs from Fredd, and he always had a feast when they went out partying. Fredd drew circles with his tongue around the head of Roman's cock, making him roll his eyes in pleasure. Every once in a while he put it completely in his mouth, making his throat vibrate to give the teenager more pleasure. He tried to contain his gags, but the nine inches they were feeding him were overwhelming his reflexes. In one of these, he took it out of his mouth and large threads of drool hung from the enormous cock, joining his red lips swollen from the pressure. At one point, Roman began to moan more rapidly, and placing his hand on Fredd's head he began bobbing his head, and even if they tried, it sounded like the characteristic sound of a good mouth fuck. Little by little, the straight teenager increased the pace of the fucking, moving his waist until his shaved pubis began to come into contact with Fredd's nose. Back and forth, his ass collided against the sink and his pelvis against Fredd's face. He increased the pace even more, and with it, Fredd's gagging and the wet sound of the blowjob did as well. Roman didn't realize it, but Fredd heard how the music in the living room stopped. "You bastard, you're doing it well... I'm going to cum..." Roman whispered. Fredd, determined to get the reward for which he had been working all night, endured the teenager's strength and began to move his tongue, caressing with it the entire length and thickness of the cock that was penetrating his mouth as if he wanted to open a new hole. In a quick movement, consumed by adrenaline, Roman turned his body without removing his cock from Fredd's mouth, making the back of his neck touch the marble of Carlo's sink. That's when, on the verge of climax, Roman began to fuck his brother's friend's mouth with all the strength he had. Fredd's gagging and the wet sound that his throat made when it came into contact with that big, fat cock was the only thing that could now be heard throughout the house. Roman also noticed. His father, his brother, and the rest of the guests were listening to everything, but his balls were too full, he wanted to cum in that mouth. "I'm going to fucking cum!" he shouted. He tried to take out his cock, accustomed to the fact that his girlfriend hated swallowing cum, but when Fredd noticed this, he squeezed the teenager's strong thighs and pushed Roman against his mouth, making him moan louder. "You fucking f..." He controlled himself so he wouldn't insult Fredd, although he wanted to call him every slur possible. "You're better than my useless girlfriend." When he heard this, Fredd tried harder, and using the long tongue he had he tried to give Roman maximum pleasure. "I'm cumming!" Roman shouted. "I'm fucking cumming!" Between moans, Roman pressed as hard as possible against Fredd's head, which was imprisoned between the sweaty thighs of his friend's brother and the cold sink. He counted six shots of cum that went straight to his throat, and it didn't take him a second to swallow. While Roman tried to recover, Fredd was able to take part of the cock out of his mouth and leave the rest clean, savoring every last drop of the teen's cum. "Fuck... What the fuck..." said Fredd. "Did you like it? "Very much." "My girlfriend missed out on that..." Roman laughed and put on his pants without wiping his cock clean. When they both came out of the bathroom, all the guests were looking at them. "What?" Roman said, acting as if nothing had happened. "Y'all have never had some head from a friend or what?" Peter was the first to laugh, followed by all the guests. Shortly after, the real party would come. TO BE CONTINUED...