Redneck Hollow

Two Weddings

Oral Bottom's memorial was touching. My father who had know Oral for decades offered the first toast. "Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas."

Our history studying gentle Izzy ended the night with the best toast to Oral Bottom.

To absent friends To those we have met.
To those we have yet to meet.
To those who have left us for a while
And to those who have left us forever
Let us lift our glasses.
And drink a toast
That they may abide in our hearts
Forever.
– Robert Burns

We were all crying as we left.

Two weeks before the weddings Firmus A. Dick spared no expense in transforming Joe's Bar into a beautiful wedding venue. He bought new tables and chairs. Had a new bar installed and replaced the old stools. On the wall with no windows he put up a ceiling to floor mirror covering the entire wall. He removed all the saddles, cowboy memorabilia, all those hats and pictures of horses. Filled the place with plants. Had the floor cleaned. When asked why he did it. "For my friend, Jack Jr. I can't tell you how many times he's given me an unintentional blowjob and never once complained." The statement made me laugh ... cause it was so true.

The men each picked a best man. Dad of course chose Ben Dover now married to Daly Wood. I picked Dicky, naturally. Bless his heart, Dicky volunteered to be best man to both me and Izzy. Willie asked Firmus since they'd become good friends over time.

We found a retired gay minister, Father Fap from Twinktown to officiate the weddings . The Motel on Route 69 was booked up. (not impressed it only has 8 rooms with working plumbing.) The owner had Max Boner out three times to fix the broken ones. And one time he even tried to fix one instead of, you know, fucking the owner.

Willie and I chose matching light blue suits on a shopping trip to Big Top City. Dad and Izzy went with traditional tuxedos they rented in Buttsville.
The catering was being done by The Happy Crack cafe on Lazy Jism River Road. Steak, Chicken or Fish entrees.

I was relieved when the Big Day finally arrived. Firmus A. Dick came over very early and cooked us all a big breakfast. "Now remember boys, arrive at noon enter from the side door that leads to the office and supply room. When you hear the music around 12:15 come out single file from the office door go under the heavenly canopy at center of the room. Father Fap will be waiting for you."

After Firmus left, Dad popped open a bottle of champagne. "Okay." he started, "Now is the time to run, if you're getting cold feet." The laughter was sweet. In a few short hours we were clean, dressed, perfumed and waiting in the office of Joe's Bar preparing to tie some knots.
Suddenly the great Etta James' iconic voice filled the air with "At Last" and we all walked single file to the Heavenly canopy and Father Fap. There were white tissue bells everywhere. Twirled white crepe paper stretching from wall to wall with crepe paper flowers.

Our friends celebrated the four of us. Coach Manly, Janus Hole, Randy Handy, Max Boner, Emma Mann, Deputy Dick Leaking, Peter Etter, Doc Hardbody, Rod Ryder, Daly Wood, Firmus, Bent Hardly and more.

One Wild Wedding Night

A sudden storm arose at the end of our reception. I told my son Jack Junior we needed to end the wedding event. The skies went dark and the heavens rumbled. Ben was supposed to drive us to Big Top City to catch our flight. But being the intuitive quick-thinking Sheriff he was, he called Midgay airport. "Uh huh. Okay. Okay." He ended the call and turned to us. "Tornados are touching down everywhere. It's affecting five states. All flights canceled. Look, Daly's alone and he hates thunderstorms. Best Wedding ever. I love you all." Sheriff Dover left.

"Listen up boys, yes we're still going to Mexico Cancum just a day or two delay. But they will reschedule us. I'll call the Buttplug Beach Resort and let them know our situation. Willie pull a bottle of champagne from the fridge, get glasses and do the honors."
Willie was giggling, "I just realized you're my real father-in-law ... like legally. I have to listen to you." Everyone laughed.

"Oh, Handsome son of mine, look in the new hutch for candles, stick matches and a flashlight. Oh, sexy and wonderful husband o' mine, in our bedroom the right nightstand has some sweet diesel pot, bring the bong too. I am gonna get towels, the big jug of lube, poppers, the special dildo I wish to put up my hubby's awesome hole."

Junior asked, "The fist shaped one?"

I smiled, "Yes."

Junior giggled. "Dad, ... Willie fisted me. I loved it."

"That's my boy! I'm so proud of you."

Willie howled. "Junior took it like a pro. I recorded it on my phone. I'll show ya later." He handed out the champagne. I moved the love seat closer to the sofa and the solid coffee table, easier access to each other.

A loud thunderous crash jolted us. Everyone went about their tasks as I continued leading the men. "Every stud must get down to his wedding day underwear and model for the studio audience." I grabbed Izzy and put him on my lap. Willie and Junior sat across from us.

My son raised his glass, "A toast to our unique little corner of the world. And to the men I love."
"Here. Here." We clinked glasses. 

The rain came down harder.

Willie stood up. Took off his tie and shirt off having ditched the jacket when they first got home. "My wedding undies!" He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Light blue nylon thong.

Junior stood up and stripped to his traditional white Jockey briefs. "Virginal undies!
"Damn, you have such an eatable ass, its curve is art."

Izzy stood up, removed his jacket, tie, shirt and undershirt then brought his trousers down revealing see-thru undies accentuating the small dildo buried in his ass. 

The men broke into an applause. I immediately pulled Izzy onto the sofa. I pulled the dildo out of his gole. Positioning him on my lap to sink my rather large cock into his stretched hole. 

I tried not to move too much for I could cum at any moment but didn't want to yet. My underwear was at my thighs. 

And outta no where Willie appears and clumsily starts pounding my asshole!! The three of us glued together moving like a locomotion train set. 

Pound. Pound. Pound.

The shifting of men worked perfect. I fucked Izzy, while Willie fucked me. Jack Sr. and Jack Jr. enjoyed a 69 suck off, cum every where.  Everyone shot a load, and all was well in the wonderful world of Redneck Hollow and the men who lived and fucked there.