AITA

Am I the asshole?

First, let me tell you how the situation began.  While I don’t broadcast my sexuality at the office, most people are aware, and I’m sure that most of the other employees knew that my boyfriend of 3 years got a job in another city and left without looking back.  His departure took me by surprise, and the speech he gave me made me realize that we had just been buddies to him.  I was pissed and angry, and I was still vowing never to date again when Howard showed up at my desk on the Thursday before a four-day weekend.

He was desperate, he told me.  “My date for my sister’s wedding canceled on me.  I can’t show up alone.  Go with me, please.”

I’m sure the look on my face told him that I wasn’t interested in that, but he was persistent.  “Come on, please.  You just have to sit there and have a nice meal and smile at my family.  We’ll stay in the same bed, but no funny business.  I promise.  Unless,” he raised his eyebrows, “you want some funny business.  I’m even willing to do some anal if you’ll help me out.”

That offer sounded more like a business transaction between a john and a whore.  Honestly, Howard was not a guy I was attracted to; however, it’d been several weeks, and I was feeling hornier and hornier from time to time.  I decided to say yes, but it wasn’t for the promise of sex.  I knew that my weekend was just going to be sitting around my apartment.  “OK,” I told him, “but you don’t have to bottom for me.”

“Well, OK.”  He sounded disappointed.  “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8:30.  Email me your address.  We’ll stay with my parents on Friday night, and Saturday night.  We can stay Sunday, too, if you want.  There’s a bachelor lunch on Friday and sort of a dinner on Friday night.  Nothing fancy, just a nice shirt and tie.  I wasn’t going to wear a jacket.”  He sauntered off to his cubby a lot happier than I was.

Meeting a guy’s parents and faking being his boyfriend wasn’t in my repertoire.  

With my suitcase in the back, and my ass in the passenger seat, I spent two hours bullshitting about work and getting filled in on some details to make the boyfriend thing look good.  The time seemed to go by more quickly than I had expected and before I knew it, we were pulling up in front of a long metal building with the name Gathering Shepherds Church over a set of glass double doors.  I looked over at Howard.

“This is where the bachelor’s party is being held?” I asked.

“Susan doesn’t want any strippers at Randy’s party.”

I laughed.  “Well, neither do I, but really.”

“Hey, it’s a last minute wedding.  I think she told me that they were ordering pizza and playing a Hallmark movie.”

I got out of the car and stretched.  I ran my hand over my legs and felt the condoms that I had put in the front pocket in case things with Howard went better than I originally expected.  My other pocket had little packs of lube in it.  I should have left them at home, I told myself.

We walked into the building, and I immediately noted two hallways.  “Which way?” I asked.

“That way goes to the chapel, and straight goes to the study rooms and where we’ll be having the party.”  Harold smiled.

Did he know what I was thinking?  Pizza and a movie.  Was this Randy guy ten years old?  We passed by several rooms with the lights off.  Some of the doors were open, but overall, the place was deserted.  Sound came from a lighted doorway about thirty feet in front of us.  I was aware of several men talking.  Two of them were walking toward the doorway as we entered the room.  They looked at us as though we were dog shit on the bottom of their shoes.  Harold said nothing to them.  The other two, dressed in loose running shorts, turned to look at us.

“Danny, this is my brother Randy and Beau is his best man.”

Randy gave him a hug and Beau, who was carrying a box, nodded at him.  I’m sure both of them said, “Nice to meet you” to me, but  I’m not positive.  Beau lived up to his name.  Handsome.  Muscular.  Perfect.  I tried not to look like I was staring, but I’m sure I was.  At one point, he looked over at me and turned red.

“Where are the two stooges going?” asked Harold.

“To get the pizza; they don’t deliver here,” said Beau.  Anyway, I’ve got to move these boxes before we start.”

“I’ll help,” I offered as I moved next to him and picked up a box.

“Thanks, Danny,” he said.  His voice was like silk against my skin.  He could have ordered me to do anything.  

I followed him out the room, down the hall and into a room with an old couch and oversized coffee table.  He put the box next to the couch, and I placed mine on top of his.  I pressed against him.  “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met,” I said.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure exactly what it was.

“Are you taken?” I asked.  Then immediately added, “It doesn’t matter.”  I kissed him.

He kissed back.

My hand reached down and pressed against his crotch.  He was already half hard.   He shoved his tongue into my mouth, and I gripped it with my lips.  I flicked the tip of his tongue with mine until he pulled back to take a breath.

“Fuck,” I said breathlessly.  “I think I’m in love.”

Beau smiled, and I wrapped my arms around him and slid one hand down behind the waistband of his pants.  I grasped his butt cheek, and he responded by pushing his hardness against my thigh.  I grabbed his other cheek and lifted him enough to place him on the couch.  He tried to keep kissing me, but I pushed him back.  I pulled his shorts to his knees to expose his ass.  

“Beautiful,” I exclaimed.  I wet my thumb with saliva and rubbed it against his hole while I pushed on one of his ankles to help give me a better view.  He moaned as I pushed my thumb into him.  “I need to fuck you,” I said as I pulled a condom from my pocket.  “You want me to, don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah,” he muttered.

I’ve never pushed my pants down that quickly.  The condom covered my shaft in an instant, and I pulled the small packet of lube from the other pocket and squeezed it onto his tight pucker.  His hole was tight as I pushed into it; the grip on my dick felt fantastic.  Beau’s initial moan of discomfort was replaced by little gasps of pleasure.  Soon, he was urging me to fuck him a little faster and with a little more force.

I withheld pounding him as I didn’t want him to make too much noise, and as it was, we both were enjoying the rhythm and sensations of the fuck.  But as with all good things, I soon got close and although I tried to make it last, I was forced to push my dick as far into him as I could and fill the condom with sperm.  He gasped with each pulse of my cock.

Beau began to jerk his dick; I pushed his hand away and slowly ran my thumb up the bottom of his shaft.  I wanted to suck him off; I wanted to feel him explode into my mouth.  I was about to drop to my knees when the door pushed open.

“What the fuck are you doing?” demanded Harold.

Beau pushed his head up and dropped his legs forward.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I asked.  Such an idiotic question, I thought.

“You’re fucking my brother-in-law.”  Harold said it in a way that it almost sounded like another question with a bit of shock in his voice.  Then he turned to the man who was struggling to get to his feet and pull his pants up over a raging hardon.  “What the hell, Randy?”

“You’re not Beau?”  I could barely get the words out.

Randy continued to adjust his dick but said nothing.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” said Harold.

“My mistake,” I said to Randy.  “I thought you were Beau.”

Randy looked up at me and smiled.  “It’s OK.”

Harold threw his arms out.  “It’s not OK.  You’re supposed to marry my sister tomorrow, and you were fucking my date.  You can’t marry her now.”

“Why?” asked Randy.  “It was just a fuck.  I’m going to marry Susan.  She’s having my kid.”

I was still standing there with my pants at my ankles.  The condom had started to slide from my now softened penis, and I pulled it the rest of the way off and knotted it.  I tried to act as if I had not just been discovered fucking the groom the day before the wedding.

Randy walked out of the room.

Harold glared at me.

“I thought he was Beau,” I said again.

“And you fucked him in a church,” growled Harold, adding, “you’re an asshole,” before turning and walking out of the room.

Harold glared at me for the rest of the weekend.  Randy introduced me as one of his friends.  Harold didn’t speak to me after that.

 I never saw Randy after that, and I heard that he and Susan celebrated their fifth anniversary with three children and one on the way.

Was I the asshole?