Date: Thu, 25 Apr 2024 17:54:27 +0000 From: Ganimedes Ganymede Subject: What a wedding, chapter 3 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: An incoming call woke him up. He reached for his cell phone and saw his girlfriend's name on the screen. He looked around and didn't know where he was, but he was very sleepy, so he hung up and closed his eyes again as he pulled the thin sheet over himself. Not even a minute passed when a new call started ringing. He hung up again in anger at being woken up and unlocked his cell phone. He saw that he had over thirty missed calls from his girlfriend, and debated whether or not to call her, but decided against it. He knew that later he was going to have to listen to complaints such as he didn't care about the relationship, he was an emotional abuser, and more bullshit like that. He believed his girl's friends were talking shit about him to her constantly, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was sleep. One last call snapped him out of it, and he tapped the screen to pick up. "Man, you're a fucking pain in the ass," he said, his voice hoarse from just waking up. "Can you explain to me where the fuck you are?" said his girlfriend, who was upset. "Why do you care?" "I went to your house and your mother told me you didn't show up all night." "Because I'm already 19 years old, I do whatever I want," answered Roman. "That's how you talk to me after I worried about you and couldn't sleep all night because I didn't know where you were?" "I swear to God, you're crazy, huh," the boy answered. While his girlfriend was arguing with him on the phone, he noticed how something moved under the sheet and landed on his cock. He hadn't noticed, but he slept completely naked. The touch of a hand on his cock made him startle, and when he looked to his left he saw that the hand belonged to Fredd, his brother's friend. "Look, hoe, leave me alone." "Why? Did you fuck someone else or what?" His girlfriend shouted on the other end of the phone. "Look, I'll give you the truth," he was really pissed off now. "I met a big-tittied slut at the party who sucked my balls and let me snort coke off her tits. Happy?" Roman listened as his girlfriend became hysterical and started crying, and tired of the subject he hung up his phone and threw it on the mountain of clothes on the floor. "Fuck off!" "Why did you lie to her?" asked Fredd, who was stroking Roman's flaccid cock. Roman looked him up and down. He knew from the shape he could see under the sheet that his brother Mario's friend was also naked, like him, and he tried to remember the previous night, but he couldn't remember anything. "Like I was going to tell her that you sucked my cock... She'd leave me," he answered, laughing. "Is she going to forgive you after you told her you got your dick sucked by a busty girl?" Fredd laughed as he said that. "It always happens," he answered, "I cheat on her, she finds out somehow and then forgives me because she can't live without me." "You're a piece of shit," said Fredd, biting his lip. He loved bastards as much as the next guy. "I'm a guy," he answered. "I like to fuck, damn!". "Yeah... I understand you perfectly." Roman's cock didn't seem to want to wake up, even though Fredd was putting all his effort into getting it up with a handjob. "Talking about fucking, last night..." "Nothing happened," Fredd answered. "We did a lot of alcohol and everything we could get into our bodies and when you came and took off your clothes you fell asleep on the bed. I didn't want to try anything." "You could have taken advantage of it," Mario's brother replied. "Man, what are you saying? I would never do that to you..." "I don't give a shit... If you had fallen asleep, I would have fucked your ass," they both laughed. "Why don't you eat my ass instead?" "Do you like that?" asked Fredd, surprised to know that someone so young was into that. "When I've had it done, yes," he answered, smiling. Roman turned quickly and Fredd had at his disposal that tight ass, well set and hairless. It was obvious that he never skipped a day at the gym and that, besides, he played some kind of sport. If Fredd had to guess, he would have said soccer, because it was an ass worthy of soccer players. When Fredd positioned himself to eat it, just before he put his mouth between both buttocks of the teenager, Roman farted and started laughing his ass off. "You pig!" exclaimed Fredd, surprised by what had happened. "Son of a bitch, you reek!" Roman, laughing, stood up and stretched. It seemed that his cock had thickened a little, but it was still asleep. He scratched his balls and ass and left the room. "That's what you get for being a faggot!" He exclaimed as he walked down the stairs to Fredd's house. It didn't take Fredd long to follow Roman through the house. They were both naked, and the teenager was walking as if he were in his own house, which didn't bother Fredd at all. He heard a fork clattering against a plate and knew Roman was in the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "You give me a whole cow and I'll eat it in bites," answered Mario's brother. "Let me, I'll make it for you..." Fredd approached to take the plate and beat the eggs, but Roman quickly pushed him away. "Sit down and I'll make you breakfast," said the teenager. "You let me sleep at your place and on top of that you didn't rape me," he laughed out loud. "I should at least make you an omelet." Fredd, used to living alone and having to do everything himself for years, sat comfortably in the chair and checked how Roman's tight ass moved with every beat he gave to the eggs he had on his plate. "The pan?" "In that drawer." Fredd pointed to the big one under the stove, so Roman had to bend over, leaving his hole in full view for his new gay friend. Fredd got horny when he saw how hairless and pink Roman's ass was, and had to swallow saliva to control himself. If he was already a man with a higher-than-normal libido, in the mornings he was a bull who needed at least a handjob or two, but he was controlling himself because he had a guest in his house. Roman poured some oil into the frying pan and when it was hot enough, he poured the beaten eggs. "You can't complain, huh? Breakfast with a view," said the teenager, wiggling his ass a bit in a very un-rhythmic way. "No one can take away his straightness," thought Fredd, having fun with the show Roman was giving him. "I can't complain indeed..." "Do you want toast?" "I prefer the bread without being toasted," answered Fredd. Roman opened the breadbasket on the counter next to the stove and saw the typical village bread and a bag of sliced bread. He was going to take the good bread, but then he had an idea, so he changed his choice. He liked Fredd a lot, and he knew that if he did it right he could have a buddy to have a drink with and, at the same time, a cocksucker to visit when he didn't have a good time at a party or when he had a fight with his girlfriend. Playing with him, warming him up, and provoking him was the way to guarantee that Fredd would take him home whenever he wanted. Roman was a chill guy. He didn't care about anything, his girlfriend, his studies, his friends... His main concern was to get laid, if possible every day, and have a good time. He put up with his girlfriend because it was always good to have a pussy at hand if he got horny; he studied because at some point he would have to work, but he didn't put in extra effort to be number one in the class; and, of course, he had friends to party and have a good time with, but he didn't tell anyone his secrets and his personal life. He went his own way, without bothering anyone and without being bothered, with that characteristic cockiness that, up to that moment, not only served him to get his way, but had opened so many doors for him that he had lost count, and now the door he had open was the door to Fredd's house, as well as his mouth. Of course, by the end of that morning, he would also have his brother's friend's ass open for him. Because of this, Roman knew how to identify people quite easily. He knew that Fredd was a pig, just like him, and that any filth involving a good cock was going to turn him on. That was why he opened the package of sliced bread and took out a couple of slices. He laid one on a plate while he put the other under his cock. "For more flavor," he said with a mischievous grin, while Fredd looked surprised and horny. Fredd swallowed. He was hungry, but he didn't know if he wanted to eat the omelet first or that cock he had already tasted. It looked just as appetizing as the night before, but he knew he couldn't settle for a blowjob. He wanted Roman to fuck his ass, and he was going to get it, but now he had to play along. "I don't think the flavor is too strong yet..." Answering Fredd's challenge, Roman pressed the slice hard against his cock and began a smooth, rhythmic motion. He was jerking off while using the bread on his cock. His cock began to drool, sticking to the surface of the slice he was using. "Do you think it will taste good enough now?" Roman asked, trying to camouflage his moans so Fredd wouldn't notice that he was just as horny as he was. "It needs something more intense..." Fredd bit his lip and stood up. He brought his hand to the hetero's piece of meat, wrapping it around the cock and the slice of bread, continuing the slight movement Roman had started. It didn't take long for the teenager's cock to get as hard as a rock, and Fredd noticed his mouth salivating. "If you keep this up, I'm going to cum and burn the omelet..." Roman whispered, amused at his new friend's boldness. Roman took his hand away from Fredd's, grabbed the bread, and, with one last movement, put it under his balls. "For extra flavor," he laughed and put it on the plate. Then he finished making the omelet and placed it next to the bread. He put the plate on the table and Fredd sat down in front of him. "Don't you want breakfast?" he asked his guest. "I don't eat breakfast." Roman walked over to the fridge, his cock still hard, opened it, and took out a juice. After that, he sat down in front of Fredd and started drinking. "Don't you want a coffee?" asked the host. "I don't like it, I only like juice and water," he answered, taking another sip through the straw. Fredd laughed at this childish behavior and remembered that Roman was only 19 years old, even though he was giving cock as if he had been doing it all his life. He took the slice of bread that was slightly wet from Roman's pre-seminal fluid and the sweat from his balls and, without thinking twice, took a bite and swallowed it. Roman, surprised, choked on the juice. "Fuck... I didn't expect you to eat it." "Why not?" "Because I've been rubbing it all over my dick and sweaty balls, maybe?" he laughed. "I like it better that way," Fredd winked. "If you keep talking dirty to me, I'm going to cum..." They both smiled and continued with their breakfast. As Roman finished earlier, since he was only drinking a small juice, he stretched his legs under the table, leaned back on the back of the chair, and, staring into Fredd's eyes, started to slowly rub his cock. "Does it taste like my cock?" he asked as Fredd finished his bread. "Yes... Although I prefer that dick," he smiled and tried to get up, but Roman put his bare foot against the gay man's chest. "Finish your breakfast... or I won't let you touch me," he threatened with a half-sideways smile, somewhat mischievous. This annoyed Fredd, in a good way of course, since he couldn't stand how horny he was, but he obeyed the straight man and started to eat the omelet. "I should have spit on it, or cum while it was in the pan," said the teenager. "I would have eaten it just the same... Even more willingly," he smiled. Hearing this, Roman breathed in hard and spat a big wad that reached Fredd's face from the other end of the table, landing on his nose and lips. Fredd wanted to lick it, but Roman stopped him again. "Keep eating, I want to see how it's sliding... Fuck! I'm horny as hell." The teenager accelerated the pace of the handjob, seeing how his spit was hanging from Fredd's lips while he was eating the omelet at an equally fast pace. Luckily for Fredd, the spit slipped just enough to enter his mouth along with the last of the breakfast bite, tasting on his tongue the juice Roman had drunk and the alcohol from the night before. Roman noticed how Fredd kept an eye on him and smiled. He began to jerk off with one hand while he flexed his free arm next to his head, showing muscle and exposing that armpit that Fredd was dying to lick. "Please, I've finished my breakfast... May I?" asked, or rather begged Fredd. Roman looked Fredd up and down as he continued with his handjob. He got up and walked over to him, helicoptering his cock in front of his face without giving him permission to suck it, not even to touch it. "You already sucked my dick last night," said the teenager. "Now I want to fuck you. I have to be relaxed to make up with my girlfriend." Fredd didn't need to hear anymore. He got up from the chair and grabbed Roman's cock, starting to jerk him off again. Roman grabbed a bunch of Fredd's hair with his fist and, dragging him, pushed him against the kitchen wall. Abruptly he turned him around and began to grope his brother's friend's defined ass. Like dough for baking bread, he squeezed and whipped the gay's cheeks until they were red. He leaned forward and licked from shoulder to Fredd's ear. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked in his ear. "Yes, please. I've been wanting it since last night at the party," answered Fredd, whose face was pressed against the cold tiles of his kitchen wall. Roman spat and let it fall on his cock, spreading the spit over the entire length of his dick. Then, with those wet fingers, he began to stroke Fredd's entrance hole. Fredd was melting into moans, and arched his back as much as he could, giving free way to the teenager's hand. Roman stiffened his index and middle fingers, and without any delicacy, he inserted them into Fredd's asshole. "Fuck!" Fredd exclaimed, biting his lower lip. Roman had big hands, and long fingers, so Fredd noticed how deep the penetration was. Roman began to move his fingers inside his friend's ass, arching them to rub the upper wall. Then, he began to move them in and out, always leaving a few centimeters inside Fredd. "Do you know how long it's been since I've fingered my girlfriend?" Roman whispered, and Fredd shook his head. "Months, and now I'm doing to you what I don't do to that slut." Fredd groaned as he heard that, unconsciously clawing at the wall and arching up even more. He turned his head and looked sideways at Roman. "Do to me everything you don't do to her," he said to the straight man. That made the teenager get even hornier and he began to fuck Fredd's ass with force and speed, making the hole practically a pussy he was fingering until his hand wouldn't work anymore. Fredd's moans were now so loud that if someone passed in front of the door of his apartment he could hear them without any problem. "She won't let me fuck her in the ass," Roman confessed. "You're going to let me, aren't you, little bitch?" Fredd nodded, and without wasting time Roman spat on his fingers again, inserting them back into Fredd's ass, but this time to lubricate it well. He had fucked many asses behind his girlfriend's back, but all of them were girls. It was the first time he was going to bust a gay ass, and he was looking forward to it. He rested his hand on Fredd's back, between his shoulder blades, pressing his chest against the wall. Then, directing his cock with his free hand, he found the entrance to Fredd's hole, wet and covered with his own saliva. Slowly, he began to introduce his cock, which was making its way in without any problem. "You're open, huh?" he asked with a chuckle. "I'm having no trouble getting it in." Fredd moaned again. He loved being treated as a mere object by men, and even more so if it was for the use and enjoyment of a straight teenager. The fact that Roman was a cocky bastard with a boyish attitude only added to the morbidity Fredd was feeling. On the other hand, even though his cock was going in smoothly, Roman could feel the tight clench that hole was doing on his cock, giving him more pleasure than he had ever felt before. He didn't know if it was because he was fucking a guy, his brother's friend, or if Fredd's ass was simply the hottest in town, but he was enjoying it like a kid enjoys ice cream. When Roman's fat balls came in contact with Fredd's, he knew he couldn't get any more in. It was then that he started a rhythmic and soft thrusting. "Fuck, what a cock!" cried Fredd, who had finally gotten what he wanted so much, Roman to fuck his ass. Roman moved his hand from Fredd's back to his head, again grinding it against the wall. The teen picked up more rhythm, and even more speed and the sound of Roman's pelvis against Fredd's ass was the only thing that could be heard in that kitchen, of course, accompanied by the loud moans of both men. Roman tugged on Fredd's hair, causing Fredd to arch backward until his face was pressed against Roman's. The teen's sweat soaked the gay man's face, and Roman stuck out his tongue to lick Fredd's cheek, who smiled as he found his mouth still smelled of juice. "So boyish and so manly," thought the gay. "Fuck... You're better than my girlfriend, faggot," said Roman, spanking Fredd's ass. He picked up more speed, and the more he accelerated, the stronger his thrusts became. There was a moment when Fredd's chest was bumping against the wall from the strong onslaught the teenager was giving him. Roman was noticing how Fredd's ass was squeezing his cock, exerting such a pleasurable pressure that he didn't know how much longer he would be able to last. This, however, did not make him stop but accelerated his rhythm even more. "You're going to empty my balls before I meet my girlfriend, aren't you?" asked Roman, knowing that Fredd was as turned on as he was by his dirty talking, saying hot stuff to him while he was fucking him. "That's what a good buddy does, he lets you knock him up..." Fredd kept moaning and started jerking himself off. He had no hope that Roman would do it, and he didn't expect it either. As long as the teenager gave him cock he was more than happy, and he would take it upon himself to empty his balls as well. "You're going to suck me so dry that I'm not going to touch my girlfriend today," Roman told his new friend, ramming harder if that was possible. Roman bit Fredd's ear and wrapped one hand around his neck, squeezing as he fucked his ass in a brutal way. The skin-on-skin collisions were so loud that Fredd knew the neighbors were hearing everything, but he didn't care. Roman's soft but big hand squeezing his neck while he jerked off and had a cock deep inside his ass was making him get closer and closer to orgasm. "Fuck!" Roman shouted in Fredd's ear. For the first time, the teen released Fredd from the weight of his hands, letting him pull back a little from the wall. Roman grabbed each side of Fredd's waist with his hands and began to move the gay man's body for his enjoyment, using him as if he were little more than a blow-up doll. Roman's thrusts, accompanied by Fredd's movements, brought Roman to climax. "I'm going to knock you up, faggot!" shouted the teenager. Roman picked up the pace a lot until he gave one last thrust and thrust his cock all the way inside Fredd's ass. He felt the streams of jizz, covering and flooding his insides. He noticed how, one by one, they shot out of Roman's big cock. It was warm and very abundant. If it hadn't been Fredd who had been in charge of doing it, he would have thought that the big straight guy hadn't cum the night before. It was amazing how much cum had accumulated in those heavy balls in less than twenty-four hours. Feeling his ass filled with hot cum, Fredd picked up the pace of his wanking. It only took a couple of seconds for him to start convulsing, covering shot by shot the wall of his kitchen with his own cum, which was also abundant and just as thick as the teenager's. Between moans and gasps, they both needed to recover. Fredd leaned his head against the wall, while Roman let himself fall on his new friend's back. Fredd noticed Roman's sweat. He was sweating a lot, and it was turning him on. "Fuck, what a great fuck," Roman said, still trying to catch his breath. "Did you like it?" "I loved it," said Fredd in a thin voice. "I needed it..." Roman pulled away from Fredd, pulling his cock out of that tight, trained ass, and making his abundant jizz gush out, sliding down the gay's thighs and dripping on the floor. The straight man sat down on the chair that belonged to Fredd and wiped the sweat from his face with a napkin. "Hey..." said Roman. "I called you 'faggot'. It was the emotion of the moment... I hope it doesn't offend you." "No way..." answered Fredd, who seemed calmer. "It turns me on." Roman smiled and spanked Fredd's ass. "Why don't you bring me my clothes? I have to get dressed and go to my girlfriend's house. It's time for reconciliation." Fredd obeyed and when he returned with Roman's clothes, Roman got up to get dressed. "Hey... Don't you want to take a shower? You're soaking wet and you smell like..." "Like what?" asked the teenager with a mischievous smile. "Like a man" answered Fredd, laughing. "I love it, but maybe your girlfriend suspects something?" Roman ignored what Fredd said and started to get dressed. When he was already dressed, Fredd wanted to take out his dick again and clean it, because Roman had put on his pants and his dick was covered with leftovers of cum and saliva. "If she doesn't like the way I smell, fuck the bitch," he let out a loud laugh and spanked Fredd's ass. "I found a buddy who likes the way I smell." Roman winked at him and made his way to the apartment door, saying goodbye before closing it. Fredd knew he had to go to Mario and Emilio's house, he had to tell them what a hunk that nineteen-year-old boy was.