3 Weeks Till My Wedding

3 weeks till my wedding, I met Joan in 10th grade, we dated on and off through high school, we became serious in 12th grade, we knew one thing, each other. Every time we broke up, it was kind of messy, but no matter who else we dated we were like each other’s muse, every time we broke up we wound up consoling each other and eventually back together again. Senior year was different, we finally decided to stay together, we’ll sort of, until I went away to another state for college. We stayed in touch, but I have to be honest, I wasn’t faithful, I liked to play the field and I did it well, but don’t we all have secrets? On breaks I’d return home and we’d go back to our normal, I had the best of both worlds.

In college I participated in monogamous relationships, threesomes, foursomes and even full fledged orgies, and yes sometimes same sex antics. I was a horny, hormone filled young man who never grew out of my teenage years.

At the end of 4 years of college, jobless, and broke I returned home and back to Joan who knew no difference, we were still us. After several months I landed a job, it wasn’t ideal but it was a good job and Joan and I began to become more serious. A wedding was planned, showers were given, and my best friend Billy was my best man, had planned my bachelor party. Yes 3 weeks till the wedding and we’re off to Atlantic City for a full weekend of fun in the sun or dark buzzing casinos and drinks.

I got to say we never hit the beach, we blew most of the money the first night, and Billy and I wound up sharing a room. Yes it was early morning, we were drunk, and helping each other to bed, we were blind, we were all over each other just trying to stand. Before we knew it we were both finally naked, but the antics didn’t stop. We made fun of each other, we poked each other, and we touched and grabbed each other. At one point we tried to get close enough to compare dicks, yup you know not to be outdone I needed to try to get bigger as did he, before we knew it he was jerking me, and I him. Not new to male bonding from past experiences, I was not to be outdone.

I’m sure Billy had no idea what we were doing, he was just having fun going along with it, hell, we were having fun. But I realized even through my drunken stupor, I was attracted suddenly to Billy, I guess the attraction was always there, but we, or at least I, never acted on it. Tonight was different, we were both engaged in what built from playful fun to a sexual encounter, what intrigued me more is he let me, or should I say us. We awoke naked sleeping in the same bed with the worst hangovers, as we realized our naked bodies were entwined and hugging. He asked me what did we do? I told him what I knew, as we casually lay there still naked entwined just talking to one another.

I told him I didn’t think we went any further than touching and feeling but couldn’t be sure, he laughed as he touched my limp dick and lifted the blanket up exposing his extremely large hard on, pointing out toward my stomach. We were too ill to move as we continued to talk, quietly I might add.

After a while he began to talk guilt, and I justified our actions the best I could, by starting to talk about my college experiences, and yes some same sex encounters. Billy was intrigued as I went into more detail, and maybe even embellished a bit. He kept pressing for more details, and as I spoke I began to demonstrate. I started by touching his hard dick, I began to stroke, our eyes met at the same time, he reached to me and touched my dick, he handled it as if experienced, as he stroked me, he leaned in and kissed me, and yes I kissed back, as each of us jerked each other with one hand we raised our free hands simultaneously around our necks in a hugging embrace. What was I feeling? It was different, it wasn’t like an encounter, and it was with some sort of feeling.

It was then that Billy began spilling his guts, he was always attracted to me, and he was sorry,…. as he stopped jerking me and began to roll away from our embrace apologizing. I strengthened my grip and pulled him back in, I wanted to keep going, I didn’t want to stop, as I kissed him. Again our eyes met and we both were still rock hard, as we smiled and began to explore. Billy said “Can I?” I replied “Sure”.

He maneuvered his body downward kissing and licking my neck, chest and abdomen as I enjoyed every minute of my best friend bringing me to a state of ecstasy, then there it was, my engorged rod staring him directly into his face as he was like climbing it with his eyes, I felt his eyes as if they themselves were gently massaging it to climax. Then his tongue touched it, as my dick thrusted from front to back, and I felt a sensation of pre ejaculation as if my dick was sucking air back into my balls preparing for an outward release. Billy then engulfed my shaft with his whole mouth, and to my surprise he clamped down and created a seal as I shot my load harder and further into his throat, I was sure it didn’t stop till it hit his stomach, and then he vacuum sucked me clean, until my shaft was sensitivity in pain. I had to ask him, where did he learn that, and he admitted he’s done it before, holy shit Billy was gay. Then he told me he always thought of me no matter who he was with, and it was my stories of my college and same sex encounters that opened the door for him to finally make his move, even giving me an out by trying to withdraw, he knew he was good when I pulled him back in.

Something was wrong, I found I had feelings for Billy, why? Three weeks from this weekend is my wedding to my girlfriend of about six or seven years give or take and I’m having an affair with my best man, my friend for 20 plus years. We stood up and hugged as I touched his ass cheek as I held him into me, he was still hard, as I dropped to my knees to return the favor, as I took 2 or 3 sucks, he quickly began to pick up the pace by face fucking me, and I let him, till he began exploding in my mouth as I loosened my grip and his creamy salty cum ran out and down the edges of my mouth dripping to the motel carpet floor, then he sat on the bed as I stood wiping my face with my forearms and I pushed him down on the bed and lay on top of him, with my dick getting hard again, then I kissed him with his taste still lingering in my mouth, our dicks rubbing as they touched.

I rolled him on his side as I nestled up behind him and while kissing the back of his neck I rubbed my dick up and down his ass crack, Was I really going to fuck my best friend? Hell yes I thought realizing I had always had a thing for him but ignoring it until today when I found out he had a thing for me. I soon stopped at his hole and moved my hands to his waist and forced my back into his pressing my dick into his hole while my hands pulled his body into my dick, he let out a slight girly like yelp as the penetration began but then began force fucking back into me. Before long we were slapping ass to balls as I held his hips for dear life he was jerking his meat so hard I thought he was going to yank that sucker right off his body. He twisted his head back looking for a kiss and I twisted into him with no resistance. I soon broke from the kiss yelling “I’m Cumming” and he yelled “Me Too” and we collapsed in pleasure as my dick emptied itself deep inside of him. His cum soaked the velour blanket staining it good. The rest of the day we kind of ignored what happened and spent our last money after lunch and made the 3 hour drive home.

The next two weekends were hectic with last minute details, Billy and I rarely saw each other but we did talk on the phone, it was like nothing happened. Till the rehearsal dinner, Joans parents, my parents, Billy and some other ushers and bridesmaids, we got a little drunk and Billy gave a little toast, that was a bit over the top, and a bit over emotional toward me, but he finalized it by giving me a big kiss. Thankfully everyone assumed it was the alcohol, but I knew better. We broke it all up after that and went home. I took Billy home, I knew he wasn’t as drunk as he pretended to be, but I brought him into his house and put him to bed, when he grabbed me begging me not to leave as he pulled me down into his bed. So I figured I’d lay there with him for a few then make my escape. No he began fondling my crotch through my jeans and my willpower was gone. We wound up giving what I thought would be “One Last Blow Job fling” before the wedding. Let me tell you it was the best blow job id ever gotten in my entire life Period! I was so spent after it I fell asleep and we didn’t get up till noon, we had 3 hours to get dressed and I still hadn’t gone home yet, and the groomsmen were all meeting shortly.

We managed to get dressed and 3 o’clock was ticking closer, we arrived at the venue Billy and the groomsmen and I were all in place under the trellis of flowers, the music started playing, the officiate was standing ready. The bridesmaids all came down the aisle, then everyone stood and there was Joan on her father’s arm, stepping off at the back of the church, as they approached closer, I thought to myself all the times we broke up and got back together, and how the sex was when we met, and how the sex was now, and ultimately I kept thinking about the bachelor party, and Billy and then last night with Billy. I turned my head and looked over at Billy and he looked at me, I noticed tears in his eyes and a forced smile as he whispered “You Sure”? Then I looked back at Joan and over to him and I felt like a ping pong ball. I suddenly walked away. Billy chased after me, my parents followed quite a bit behind us. As Billy grabbed me and we embraced in a hug, just as my parents approached and my mother stopped dead in her tracks. Followed shortly by Joan coming over asking what? I blurted out “I can’t, I just can’t”. Billy took control and grabbed a friend’s keys and walked me to the car and we drove away back to his house and we switched to Billy’s car and checked into a motel a few towns away. I left my bride at the altar, with no explanation.

Billy and I stripped and spent the entire weekend naked and in bed, we did every position, ordered room service, never left the room and turned our phones off, I ate more of his cum than I could imagine, he ate my ass and we fucked our brains out till our dicks were so sore we had to kiss, lick and suck them to try to make them better. You know what that did, more cum. How can I have missed that he was meant for me and I him all this time.

Needless to say we never saw Joan again, and my family still isn’t talking to me, Joan’s father threatened to sue me for the cost of the wedding, which I was glad to pay for as long as I wound up with my true love Billy. Billy and I are Partners living 800 miles away from everyone and are happier than shit. We are making wedding plans, were not sure who might come but who cares. Joan and I would have been divorced by now I’m sure.