Wedding Planners

I heard some knocking on the bathroom door. My brother, Alex, was telling me to hurry up. I had just gotten out of the shower. I worked on my chest and glutes this morning at the gym and needed to get clean and cool down. “Hold on!” I yelled through the door, slightly bothered from feeling rushed.

I did feel a little bad, though. I know he was hurrying to get ready. Alex had gotten engaged to his girlfriend, Kate, 2 months ago, and they had scheduled a few venues and caterers to check out today, along with all of our parents. I heard Kate complaining to my Mom a few days ago about how RSVPing for a viewing was hard enough at some venues, let alone scheduling an actual wedding date. I didn’t fully comprehend, but it all sounded like a headache. I also felt that it was too soon in the engagement to start worrying about the fine details, but that’s just my opinion.

I hurriedly slipped on my underwear and some loose-fitting gray sweatpants. Fuck. The drawstring had been pulled out in the washing machine. I improvised and rolled my waistband outward a couple times to make sure they wouldn’t instantly fall. To save time, I didn’t bother throwing on my shirt, plus my chest was a little sore from the gym, and pulling a shirt over my head would have hurt more than it was worth.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on my way out. Rolling my pants tightened the area around my butt, which made it look even bigger than normal. I also had less crotch room as a result, and could make out a partial imprint of my dick bulging through the gathered fabric. Oh well.

I was proud of my body. I had regularly worked out for the past 4 years, since I was 16. It was an outlet that had several benefits for me. I felt great, looked great, and attracted a lot of positive attention. My past girlfriends never complained about sex with me; they loved my body. In fact, most relationships I’ve been in probably lasted longer than they should have for that very reason. But I wasn’t too interested in getting married anytime soon, unlike my brother. I’ve tried avoiding anything too committed lately, plus I usually get bored once a relationship turns serious. Eventually, it just turns into more nagging and less intimacy, and I just want to enjoy my uninhibited youth at the moment.

“Alex, I’m out!” I shouted to my brother to let him know he could use the bathroom. Alex, 22, was nearly two years older than me, and a fresh college graduate. We were fairly similar in personality and appearance, and have often been mistaken for twins. He also works out, but played college football and is a bit bulkier than me. I play soccer and rugby, which I find a bit more dynamic and stimulating to play. For the most part we get along well, but still occasionally piss each other off, like most siblings do.

Alex cracked open the bathroom door and yelled out to me, “Ben, can you get my phone? I left it on the couch.”

“Yeah, one sec!” I hollered in response. I tossed my dirty clothes to the corner of my bedroom and jogged downstairs to the living room, my pecs bouncing freely in my peripheral vision. Alex and I practically owned the upstairs portion of the house, which was 3 bedrooms and a shared full bathroom. Our parents had everything they needed downstairs and rarely came up. It worked out for us, especially once we started having friends (and lovers) over. We were allowed to live there rent-free while we were in college, as long as we passed all our classes and did our chores, which was always the standard arrangement anyway.

I rounded the bottom of the stairs into the living room and saw Alex’s best friend, Grant, sitting on the couch watching TV. I scoffed silently in my head in annoyance. They had been best friends since high school, played football and done almost everything else together. Both even scheduled the same exact college classes and majored in Business Administration. Truthfully, I was probably just jealous of Grant for spending so much time with Alex, even though my brother and I are still very close and hang out plenty, too.

I had a feeling Grant knew that I didn’t really care for him too much. It was easy for me to find a ‘flaw’ in him to irritate me. Right now, he was sitting on the couch, eating one of the fruit bowls that I prepped for my lunch this week, filled with pineapple, strawberries and blueberries. He lounged back with his legs spread. He wore loose black athletic shorts and a gray t-shirt, illustrating our university logo, that hugged his chest quite well. He looks awfully comfortable for someone who doesn’t live here. But he often stays in the third ‘guest’ bedroom upstairs and eats our food, so one could argue he was a part-time resident.

He had medium-length dark brown hair on the top of his head, and shorter sides. His hair was somewhere in between wavy and curly, which always looked messy but styled at the same time. He wore a red bandana that he folded into a thin rectangle and tied around his forehead to hold his dangling curls out of his hazel eyes. He was 6’3”, a few inches taller than me, with short, well-groomed facial hair that evenly covered the lower portion of his face. He had slimmed down a little since graduating, as he didn’t have to bulk up for football anymore, but was still in great muscular shape. He had broad shoulders and a sturdy build. Genetics had definitely worked in his favor.

“Are you going with them?” I asked Grant as I extended to grab Alex’s phone from the opposite side of him. He paused his response for a second, eyeing me up and down a bit as my smooth and defined shirtless torso reached over him. “Nah, I’m just gonna chill here,” Grant responded after a delay, unmoving, his feet still planted wide.

“And do what?” I asked with a slight air of inconvenience. He gestured toward the TV. Sometimes he felt more like an annoying sibling than Alex. “What if I wanted to watch something?” I sounded childish. “Then you can sit right here,” Grant said sarcastically, patting the cushion next to him. He knew he was getting under my skin. Whatever.

I walked back upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. “Can you leave it on the sink?” Alex asked loudly through the sound of running water. I cracked open the door and laid the phone down. I peeked up at the mirror above the sink and caught a glimpse of Alex’s naked body in the shower through the small opening in the curtain. He was facing away from me into the shower head. Thankfully he couldn’t have seen me looking. I couldn’t see much aside from his plump, round butt. It looked nice and toned…And hard for me to just ignore, especially after noticing my own ass just moments ago. He must have been working on his glutes a bit more too. In fact, ours looked very similar. I’m allowed to appreciate a nice body. Whatever. I shook it off and backed out of the room, closing the door.

I walked back downstairs and headed to the kitchen, which was visible from the living room. I rummaged through the cabinets looking for something to eat, and just decided on cereal. I stood on my toes to grab the box from the cabinet that sat far back over the fridge. I poured a bowl of Cheerios.

In the midst of all of my recent up and down movements, my waistband had unfolded itself. Despite my rotund butt holding them up for dear life, I could still feel the back of my sweatpants sag as I tiptoe-reached up to the top shelf to put the cereal box away. As I let my heels back down, they caught in the leg opening, tugging my pants down even further to reveal most of my underwear. I quickly fixed my waistband that was cupping my bottom, supporting and lifting my ass cheeks like some sort of butt-bra. I grabbed my cereal bowl and turned around to see Grant rapidly avert his gaze from me to the TV.

I leaned against the counter and also stared at the TV as I ate. On my third bite, some milk dripped from the spoon onto my torso and swiftly ran down the central indent in my abs. It was very cold, and I promptly set the bowl down to grab a napkin to wipe up the white liquid. I pulled the waist of my pants down below the top section of my bushy pubes, drying anything that snuck its way further down. I noticed Grant looking over at me again as I threw the napkin in the trash can. Was my noise in the kitchen bothering him or something? 

A few minutes later, my Dad emerged from his bedroom and Alex made his way downstairs. Mom had already left with Kate when I was in the shower. The guys were running late. “I’ll see you there Alex,” Dad said, tucking his tight-fitting black polo shirt into his khaki pants. “Bye boys,” Dad said to me and Grant as he walked out the door. 

Alex followed a couple minutes after. “Don’t kill each other,” he said, winking at Grant and I as he closed the front door behind him. I lazily rolled my eyes and turned around to dump my empty bowl in the sink.

“So you just think it’s okay to walk around like that?” Grant blurted out harshly and unexpectedly, turning his head toward me with an almost scornful look.

I paused for a moment, taken aback at the abruptness of his comment. “What the fuck?” I thought I just said this in my head, but must’ve said it out loud too, since Grant immediately stood up in response. “You know exactly what I mean,” he said, gesturing towards me. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

He wasn’t all wrong. I did like the ease of which I could grab peoples’ attention if I wanted to. On the other hand, it’s hard to have a fit body and show off any part of it without giving someone the impression that you’re flirting with them. How is one not supposed to eye-bang? Even just masturbating, I’d look down at my smooth V-cut abs and thick thighs, and I could instantly cum if I allowed myself. I think it’s universal that anyone can admire a gorgeous body, regardless of sexual orientation.

“Am I being scolded for being in good shape,” I responded defensively, “...’Cause you are too!?” What a hypocrite.

“You’re literally taking your clothes off in front of me and flaunting yourself, dude,” Grant answered. “What am I supposed to do with that information?”

I admit, thinking back to the series of events that just occurred, I did seem a little…suspicious. “I promise, whatever you’re thinking I did, it wasn’t for you,” I told him.

He grabbed a small, clear bottle from the coffee table. (What was it? Maybe hand sanitizer?) He stood up from the couch, doubtful of any words I was saying, and walked over to me. “What are you playing at?” he asked, right in my face. We made intense eye contact with each other. I couldn’t tell if he was getting ready to punch me in the face, but I stood my ground. I’m no stranger to tackling someone to the ground either. I play rugby, bitch.

I was so focused on the intensity in his eyes, it took me by massive surprise when his hands came from behind me and slapped my ass cheeks. He started to grope them. “What the hell, man?!” I shouted, pushing his chest away. But this only made him hold onto my butt tighter, probably to maintain his balance.

He reached one hand up and grabbed the left side of my neck, pulling my head in near his face. He then started kissing and licking the right side of my neck. I felt a sudden wave of pleasure rush through me, immediately weakening my attempts to push him away. “Stop it,” I feebly commanded him.

You are not enjoying this, I thought to myself. Still, I couldn’t find the will to push him away. It had been months since I had been intimate with anyone. My body was longing for this personal touch. I began to cave.

He worked his way along my jaw, up to the lower part of my ear, and then inner ear. I couldn’t help but lean into his tongue. I felt my eyes flutter in bliss as I slightly tilted my head back, surrendering to him. Still holding me firmly, he slowly walked me back towards the dining room table. My ability to resist his guiding movement was non-existent.

I had never had anyone take control of me like this before. I had never made love with another guy either. This was unfamiliar territory. Maybe I was just frozen in fear. Maybe I wanted it. I was still trying to figure it out.

Grant leaned me against the table. In this movement, my thigh brushed against his groin. I felt his dick through his shorts. It was hard. It was big. He lifted my body slightly, sitting it on the table fully. I had started saying “Wait–” before he kissed my lips. Despite everything that had happened up to this point, this still caught me by surprise.

I yielded to him. He had nice lips; plump and soft. I returned the favor, kissing him back. He offered me his tongue, which I accepted and reciprocated. After a minute, he softly bit my lower lip and pulled it downward, releasing it at the perfect time. Fuck. I moaned. 

Without warning, he leaned his weight forward into me, leaving me no choice but to lay back on the table. My legs naturally knew to raise up, with my knees shooting up perpendicular to my hips. He continued to kiss me a bit more, and I felt my legs wrap around his lower back. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them parallel to each other, sliding them up the table and over my head.

My brain had seemed to stop working. Pure carnal emotion was all that was leading me.

He began to grind against my pinned and vulnerable body. The pressure of his dick against my boy hole felt wonderful as he dry humped me. We kissed a bit more, before I felt his hands at my waist. He grabbed my pants and seductively pulled them off, kissing my skin along checkpoints from my belly button down my leg as he unveiled more of my body.

I was now completely naked and could see that my 6.5-inch dick had grown to full size. Grant had not come back up after depantsing me. Instead he lingered near my ass. Soon enough, I felt my butt cheeks spread and his tongue against my hole. He flicked it back and forth; in and out. “Unnh,” I whimpered in pleasure. I closed my eyes and laid there, enjoying the moment. Grant had gone to town, eating my ass for a few minutes. Thank God I showered before this.

Eventually, he stood up and took the bottle I saw him grab earlier. I realized it wasn’t hand sanitizer; it was lube. He already knew he was going to fuck me. This pissed me off, and yet turned me on even more, all at the same time. This motherfucker.

He dropped his shorts down to the ground and lifted his shirt up, revealing his hairy abs, muscular legs and erect cock. It was somewhat bigger than mine, at least 7 inches. I stared, almost in terror, knowing that I had never taken anything up my ass before. But Grant didn’t seem to care. He opened the bottle top and squirted a bunch of lubricant into his hand, rubbing it onto his dick.

“No, I can’t…” I finally verbalized my objection, before he started lathering my anus with lube too. It felt magnificent as his fingers glazed the perimeter of my pink, unused hole.

“Not only can you, but you will,” Grant ordered, smiling. Before I knew it, his cock was pushing up against my hole, demanding entry. I tightened as hard as I could, but he kept pressing. “It’ll hurt less if you just let it happen,” he whispered into my ear as he licked it.

I knew this was probably true, and my resistance had been lackluster up to this point. I soon allowed my hole to loosen, prompting Grant to praise me; “Good boy,” he uttered, breathing into my neck.

He was able to force part of his cock inside me on the first chance he got. I yelped in pain as the first couple inches were inserted. Once he had established ground, Grant paused to give me a breather. But it wasn’t for a long time, as he kept pushing, inch by inch, pulling back a bit in between his forward advancements. I kept trying to relax, finding out that resisting in fact did make it more unpleasant.

Even though it was mostly painful, I felt hints of pleasure. I knew the longer it went on, the better it would feel. And while I was in this position, I might as well make sure it feels good! If nothing else, I saw this as an opportunity to explore.

After stretching me out for a moment, Grant fully removed his cock. I sighed with the temporary relief. I felt the pain slowly fade away as I laid there. But not much time passed before he began to drive his way back in. This time, he went a little slower, and it didn’t hurt nearly as much. I felt myself getting used to it. I was taking Grant’s cock like a champ. He kept training my hole like this a few times. I could feel the pain turning into pleasure in real time.

“Do you like my big cock inside you?” Grant asked me. “Yes,” I uttered in barely more than a whisper, nodding simultaneously. I was reluctant to admit it, but I did. I was even worried that I could potentially end up enjoying getting fucked too much. But only time would tell. 

I could tell that my response excited Grant. He picked up his pace, fucking me a bit harder. Yet, I knew he was holding back from his full capability. I threw my head back, closing my eyes to focus on mitigating the feeling. My elbows rested on the table with my wrists dangling limply, flailing over my chest as Grant pounded my boy pussy with steadily increasing mercilessness. I moaned and squealed from both the soreness and delight.

I couldn’t believe that I had let my brother’s best friend, who I generally hated up to this point, violate me to this degree. But I was so turned on. Was it possible that I only despised him because of a crush I had suppressed? Every so often, my brain would start working again for me to ponder my sexual confusion; but it would frequently shut off again whenever Grant’s manhood triggered another sensual response while exploring my insides.

Suddenly, I heard a click, which I immediately recognized as the lock opening on the front door. Someone was home, and they were about to walk in on a big surprise…