Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 01:51:05 +0000 From: Ganimedes Ganymede Subject: What a wedding, chapter 2 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: After the show that Roman and Fredd starred in the bathroom of Carlo's house, the party continued. Although Mario was not too happy that his brother and one of his best friends had a sexual encounter, the night continued in peace, and after leaving Carlo's house they went directly to the club. To celebrate the farewell they selected a club where they knew they were going to find a guaranteed show. That club was characterized by the fact that its customers could give freedom to all their desires. The dance floor was full of half-naked men dancing, and they could see some couples or threesomes having sex all over the place. "Fuck, this doesn't happen at the parties I go to," said Peter, smiling, as he entered the pub. "That's because you don't know where the good parties are," replied Carlo leading the group to the bar. The dance floor was packed. There were all kinds of men: old, young, some who by age should be studying to pass high school instead of drinking; skinny, fat, tall, short, bears, twinks, etc; tattooed guys, without clothes, dressed up to the neck, shy,... Anyway, everyone seemed to be welcome there and everyone seemed to be having a good time. As they made their way to the bar, Roman moved his shoulders rhythmically to the music. Every once in a while, a couple of guys would approach, and Roman, without any shyness or qualms, would start dancing with them while laughing. Suddenly someone groped his ass and he turned around, realizing that behind him was Fredd. "Fredd!" he shouted. "Don't touch my ass without warning, man." He said jokingly. "It wasn't me!" said Fredd, who wasn't lying. Roman looked around and knew that, if he wanted to, he could blow a few loads in that place. He didn't know who had touched his ass, but he didn't care if they had. The group continued to make their way through the crowd, even having to hold hands at one point so they wouldn't get lost. After a couple of minutes through the crowd, they finally made it to the bar. Surprisingly it was empty, so they had no problem stretching out comfortably along its length as Carlo spoke to the barista. "Carlo! What are you doing here?" asked Giovanni, an Italian barista who looked like he came straight out of Love Island or some reality show. "Giovanni, I come here every weekend," Carlo rolled his eyes. "Where's Roderick?" "He is free tonight!" Carlo was annoyed by this. Giovanni had been after Carlo for years, always trying to end up together in the bathrooms or at Carlo's house. Carlo blamed himself because one night when he caught him with his guard down they ended up fucking, and since then the waiter hadn't moved on. His friend, Roderick, worked there and liked it when he was the bartender instead of Gio, but it wasn't possible that night. "Shots?" shouted Carlo, turning to look at his friends. "Yes!" they all shouted in unison. Carlo ordered eight shots from Giovanni, who quickly poured the tequila into the glasses and brought over a small container with slices of lime and a couple of salt shakers. The eight drank the shots, preparing for the party. Leaving the bar behind them, they all moved onto the dance floor. Everyone was going their own way. On one side, Emmett, Mario, and Mario's father, Peter, were dancing together, laughing and occasionally shouting in each other's ears to communicate. Jake, Logan, and Carlo were dancing together as well, although they were looking at the guys around them to see which were the most attractive, the ones they wanted to spend the night with because they were determined to make the most of the bachelor party and not focus on straight guys, unlike Fredd. Fredd was a little more separated from the group, but he was dancing with Roman. The two of them had hit it off after the blowjob - or, rather, mouth-fucking - that had taken place at Carlo's house. It wasn't just a sexual thing, but Roman and Fredd genuinely got along well and enjoyed talking, dancing, and laughing. Fredd liked the jovial, carefree spirit of the nineteen-year-old who had fucked his mouth, while Roman liked knowing that Fredd wasn't going to refuse anything, and if he wanted they could fuck, do coke, or dance like two fools in the middle of the dance floor. "Fredd and your brother have made good friends!" shouted Peter in Mario's ear. "Don't remind me, I'll throw up!" the latter replied, shouting as well. Due to the high level of the music, the screams of excitement and fun of all those present, and the high level of alcohol -and other substances- that were in their system, the conversation between father, son, and son-in-law was carried out in shouts, although it was a very normal conversation. "I can't hear you!" said Emmett. "Shall we go out for a smoke?" Mario didn't listen to him and, giving up, went to dance with his three friends, who had decided that making out with each other was a good way to start the party. Maybe that way they would attract someone's attention without having to make an effort to flirt. Emmett, however, looked at Peter and Peter nodded, wanting to smoke too. They both stepped off the dance floor and felt the air on the terrace hit their faces. Emmett felt the relief caused by the cool breeze, while Peter, who loved to party but at his age no longer enjoyed large crowds of people as much, was glad to have more space to enjoy freely. "My son isn't having a very good time, is he?" asked Peter, grabbing a high stool and pulling it closer to the table Emmett had been leaning on. "He has to loosen up first," replied his fiancé. "What happens to him is that you and Roman are here, and then he's a little self-conscious, but in a while, he'll get over it." "Was it a bad idea for us to accept the invitation?" "No way!" said Emmett as he rolled a cigarette. "Mario wanted you guys to come, but you know how he is. He wants everyone to have a good time and in the end, he forgets to enjoy himself until he has a few drinks on him and gets naked in the middle of the club." Peter laughed, followed by Emmett. He searched his pockets for his lighter, but his father-in-law stepped forward and handed him his own, giving it to him to light the cigarette. "I'd pay to see that," said Peter. "You'd pay to see your son naked?" Emmett raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Sounds like a lot of gay men's fantasy." "You know that's not what I mean," Peter chuckled. "I simply see my son as too uptight to stand naked in the middle of a party." Emmett took a couple of puffs on his cigarette and then passed it to Peter, who gladly accepted it, smoking it as well. "No offense, Peter, but believe me I know your son better than you do..." "You're the one fucking him, so I'm not going to argue." They both laughed and continued talking. The conversation lasted longer than expected, and the terrace gradually became empty. They talked about everything from politics to sports, the wedding, the nerves it entailed, Emmett's life, what he expected for his bachelor party, etc. Finally, when they looked around, they saw that they were the only ones left on the terrace along with another couple of men, who were at a table near theirs drinking. They appeared to be a young couple. One of them was blond, while the other had dark, curly hair. They were smoking and dressed a bit hippie, although Peter tried not to judge people by the way they looked. The curly-haired boy looked in Peter's direction and smiled, and Peter smiled back. Emmett and the other boy's blond companion joined in the looks and smiles, and soon after, the two strangers approached the father-in-law and son-in-law duo. "Hi," said the one with the curly hair. "How are you?" "Great, here smoking a little" answered Peter. "How about you guys?" "We were just having the last one, we are about to leave," answered the blond. "How so?" asked Emmett. "It hasn't been a very entertaining night." "Well, I'm having a great time," answered Peter with a grin from ear to ear. "Shall I show you a trick?" both kids smiled, and Peter took the bag of pills out of his pocket. "Holy shit..." said the blond. Peter couldn't hold back a laugh and Emmett looked at the two boys. They looked young, and from the way they looked at the bag, it seemed they had never seen pills in their lives. "You guys up for it?" asked Emmett, trying to challenge them. Emmett saw how the blond boy hesitated for a moment, but before he could give a negative answer his friend stepped forward. "Yes." "Dude..." said the blond. "Can we have one for free?" "I don't give anything for free," said Peter. "We got some pot..." "No" Peter looked at Emmett and smiled. "Emmett, do you want them to do something in exchange for the pills?" Emmett smiled mischievously at Peter's twisted mind, and the boy with the curls smiled too, he liked the game. The blond looked a bit self-conscious, but if he was shy they wouldn't be in a place like that. "Make out," said Emmett. "How?" asked the blond. "Put the pills on your tongues and make out, and let each of you keep one," Emmett smiled as he said his idea out loud. "Damn, that's a good one," said Peter, nodding in surprise at his son-in-law's idea. The two boys looked at each other, and this time it was the blond who took the initiative. He took the small plastic bag from the metal table and, after opening it, took out two pills, handing one to his friend. They each placed it on their tongues and the one with the curls grabbed his blond colleague by the back of the neck and they began to eat each other's mouths in front of the astonished, but pleased, Emmett and Peter. The boys continued to make out, it was clear that they were attracted to each other, and when they finally had a pill on each other's tongues after that big mouth-fuck, they swallowed and looked smiling at the couple. "How did we do?" said the one with the curls. "I like you guys," answered Peter, taking the cigarette to his mouth and puffing on it. "Now you guys have to do it," said the blond, with a mischievous smile on his mouth. Emmett and Peter looked at each other and started laughing. Mario's fiancé looked at the blond, who at first seemed to be the short one of the two but turned out to be more daring than he looked. Just like Mario, the boy only needed a little push to become uninhibited. "We are..." Emmett started to speak but was quickly interrupted. "We are older," answered Peter, without letting Emmett finish, "so let's add two more." Peter took four pills out of the bag and handed two to his future son-in-law. Emmett looked at Peter in confusion, was he serious about what he was going to do? Peter put the two pills on his tongue and Emmett, stunned by the situation, imitated him. Without letting a single second pass, Mario's father grabbed his son's boyfriend by the back of the neck and put his mouth to his. They began to kiss, eating each other's mouths, and Emmett noticed how his father-in-law quickly swallowed the four pills so that he wouldn't have to feel their effect. Still, despite no longer having pills in his mouth, he continued to grab the back of his son-in-law's neck and make out, letting the pair of boys watch as their tongues played and licked each other. Peter ended the kiss with a nibble on Emmett's lower lip. "Fuck..." said the blond, who had a hard-on in his pants. "Fuck..." mimicked Emmett, assessing what had just happened. Peter drank what was left of his drink in one gulp and looked at the boys, smiling as he always did. "What are you?" asked Peter. "Friends," replied the one with the curls. "We're here on vacation and we heard this place was good." "Very good," answered Emmett, who looked at his father-in-law and licked his lip to taste Peter's saliva. "What about you?" asked the blond. "We are..." Peter was about to answer but this time it was Emmett who interrupted. "He's my father," he lied with a smirk. The two boys looked at each other with wide eyes and whistled, amazed by the situation. They had completely believed that Peter and Emmett were father and son, and now Peter noticed that not only did the blond have an erection, but the one with the curls had a hard-on as well. Peter looked at Emmett and winked. He was surprised that his son-in-law would play along, but he was glad. He knew Mario would never do something like that, he took after his mother; however, he and Roman were very daring and enjoyed doing silly things like that. "Look" Peter began to speak, "my son is getting married in a few months and we are celebrating his bachelor party. We've come to flirt, but we want to hook up too... Do you want to help us?" The boys looked at each other and smiled. They had finally achieved what they had been looking for: getting laid. "Yeah," said the one with the curly hair. "Shall we go to the bathrooms?" asked Peter. "We have a car in the parking lot... If you want..." said the blond, and immediately the four of them left the club together. On the way to the car, which was only five minutes away, Peter and Emmett walked in silence. Emmett looked at his father-in-law, making sure he wouldn't regret it, but Peter seemed sure of what they were going to do, and he couldn't believe it. Mario and he had a completely open relationship; in fact, he knew Mario was probably banging one of his friends right now if he hadn't ended up in the bathrooms with some stranger, as he hadn't heard from him all night. Mario's reaction to finding out that a guy was driving him to his car didn't worry him, what worried him was that this had all been orchestrated by Peter, his fiancé's father and future father-in-law. How would Mario react? And it wasn't just Mario anymore, was he willing to let something like this happen? "Are you okay?" asked Peter, bringing Emmett back to reality. "Emm.... Yeah, yeah," he replied and smiled, "It's just that this is a little weird." "Look" Peter whispered so the boys, who were walking ahead, wouldn't hear what he was saying. "I want a blowjob, and I thought it would be cool if we both got a blowjob... You know, we're father-in-law and son-in-law, we have to get along and all that... I'm not going to say anything to Mario if that worries you." "No, no, Mario and I are open," Peter smiled at that discovery. "It's just that it caught me a little by surprise, that's all." "Well, do you feel like it? Because I do," assured Peter. "As long as you don't get confused and you give me a blowjob, I think it's okay." Emmett laughed at this comment and, for a brief second, got horny thinking about a situation like that. Peter was right, they were doing nothing wrong and he had to take it for what it was: an opportunity to bond with his father-in-law. Soon they reached the boys' car, and before they opened it a voice called out to them. "Hey, where are you going?" Emmett and Peter turned and saw Fredd and Roman, who were about to get into a stranger's car. Roman exchanged glances with his father and they smiled, both knowing what the other was about to do. "We're looking for a quiet place to smoke some weed," replied Emmett, making up an excuse. "What about you guys?" "We're going to this one's house to fuck," said Roman, smacking Fredd's ass with a loud spank. "We'll talk tomorrow." They both got into the car and it got lost among the lights of the road. Without wasting time, the boys reclined the front seats and that left a spacious back seat where both Emmett and Peter could sit comfortably. "What a great car," said Peter. "Is it yours?" "My father's" replied the one with the curls. All the weirdos have money, thought Peter, and began to unbutton his pants. The boys got into the car and closed the door. The car was big enough so that, with the front seats reclined and thrown forward, they could kneel on the floor mats. Emmett, imitating his father-in-law, did the same and unbuttoned his pants, from then on it was the boys who took the initiative. The curly-haired one was kneeling in front of Peter, while the blond was kneeling in front of Emmett's package. Both friends grabbed the waistband of the pants with their hands and pulled them down, exposing two cocks without any underwear. Peter nodded in pleasure as he saw that his son-in-law was just like him and wore no underwear. The boys began rubbing the cocks, making them hard in a matter of seconds, but both Peter and Emmett knew that the reason for those erections was something else. The curly-haired boy was the first to take Peter's cock in his mouth, and his blond friend imitated him by doing the same with Emmett. Emmett had his hand on the back of the blond's neck while Peter had both arms crossed behind his head, letting himself be sucked and enjoying the moment. They kept looking at each other, Emmett looked at Peter and smiled, and Peter winked at him. In the car, the only thing that could be heard was the wet sounds coming from the mouths of both boys, who were working those cocks in a brutal way. "What a mouth," said Peter, making the curly-haired one smile. After a few minutes of sucking, they both increased the pace and began to fuck the mouths of the two friends, making gagging sounds echo in the emptiness of the car while liters of drool slid down their cocks until they stained their pants and ended up soaking the car seat of the curly-haired man's father. "Pull down your pants" ordered Peter. Emmett looked at him with raised eyebrows. He thought it would be just a blowjob, but now Peter wanted to fuck an ass. Emmett was so horny that he didn't even object, and enjoyed the sight of the blond's white hairless asshole opening up in front of him and engulfing his cock without any problem, even though it was tight as fuck. "Fuck me, it's been ages since your mother gave me some ass," said Peter, winking at Emmett. "This is so hot!" said the one with the curls. Peter dropped his big hand on the boy's shoulder and began to set the rhythm, bringing a light but forceful in-and-out that made the curly-haired boy unable to hold back his orgasm. Emmett, like the one who was learning to ride a bike thanks to his father, checked his father-in-law's hip movements and started ramming the blond in the same way. Emmett focused on Peter's cock. He couldn't believe he was watching live and direct how the piece of cock his father-in-law was carrying was opening the ass of a kid who would barely be eighteen years old, all this while his boyfriend would be wondering where his fiancé and his father had gone to. "Fuck..." said Emmett. "I think I'm close." Peter grabbed the back of his son-in-law's neck and, pulling him closer to him, began to eat his mouth again, making sure the boys heard what was going on behind his back. They took the hint and started making out too. The four of them were making out, causing the clicking of tongues and lips meeting to muffle the moans both boys were letting out. Soon, Peter started ramming much harder, moaning and sighing into Emmett's mouth before letting out a loud yelp and grabbing the curly boy's waist, filling his ass with cum. Emmett couldn't take it and, raising his hips, rammed his cock deep into the blond's tight hole and began to cum. Both boys pulled their cocks out of their asses and knelt, starting to lick the cocks of what they thought were father and son, trying to get them clean. "Quite a fuck, huh?" said Peter, smiling and trying to catch his breath. "About Mario..." "I can keep a secret," assured Peter, pretending to lock lips. He approached Emmett's face while those strangers were cleaning their cocks and, sticking his tongue out of his mouth, he licked Emmett's lips, making him open his mouth and introducing his tongue in it, kissing him again. TO BE CONTINUED...