I stood in the room behind the church sanctuary, feeling numb all over. Surely I hadn't heard her correctly.
"What did you say?" I asked, dreading hearing the words again, but needing to know that I was hearing correctly.
"I'm calling off the wedding. I can't marry you," Mandy said again, her face set and cold.
"But everyone's here, we're supposed to walk out there and say our vows in 10 minutes!" I said haltingly, tears forming in my eyes. "Why?"
"I'm just not sure I'm in love with you, and I don't want to start our married life with doubt," she said. Nothing prepared me for hearing that she didn't know if she loved me. I sat down on a chair, my head in my hands.
Looking back up, I said, "How long have you been thinking about...?" I couldn't finish the question, unable to say the words to describe the most horrible situation I'd ever faced.
"I've been having doubts for a couple of months, but just thought they were jitters," she replied, way too calmly.
"MONTHS!" I yelled, standing back up as I felt the anger building in my soul. "Why didn't you say anything before now?" The volume of my voice increased with my anger.
"Shhh!" she hissed. "Everyone will hear you!"
"Well, they're all going to hear real soon anyway, might as well give them a show!" I yelled sarcastically.
"You're an asshole!" Mandy exclaimed, her volume matching mine.
"I'm an asshole!?" I shouted back. "You're the one walking out on me, you stupid bitch!" Mandy stormed out as I turned to look out of the window, anger and grief competing for first place in my emotions. Everything in my life had just turned upside-down in one sentence from my now former fiancé, and I had to figure out what came next. While standing at the window, I saw Mandy come out a side door of the church, and then my best man, Peter, followed her out. He grabbed her hand once they were both at the bottom of the steps, and together they went to his car and drove off. Shit. She was cheating on me with Peter. My best man and best friend. Or maybe former best friend.
The door opened and one of my groomsmen, Brad, stepped in. "Bro, I'm so sorry..." I held up my hand, stopping him from continuing.
"How long have you known?" I asked quietly.
"I just heard..." he started, stopping as I raised my hand again.
"How long have you known about Mandy and Pete?"
"How do you...?" Brad started, then seeing the flash of anger on my face as I turned to look at him, paused and started again. "I found out 3 weeks ago. I came home early and caught them." Brad and Peter were roommates. "They told me it was a one-time fling and they weren't going to do anything else. I told them they needed to tell you."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"I should have, and I'm sorry I didn't, bro," Brad answered. "They promised me they would tell you. I thought you and Mandy had worked it out. I didn't know until today that they didn't tell you and that anything else was going on."
I broke down crying right then and there. My wife-to-be left me 10 minutes before our wedding, to run off with my best friend. I felt rejection from all sides. Brad came over and put his hand on my shoulder. I turned toward him, and he hugged me to him as I wept. After a couple of minutes, I was cried out. I stepped back and thanked him for consoling me.
"You want to get out of here, maybe go get drunk?" Brad asked.
"No," I said simply, exhausted from the emotion of the past half-hour. "I need some alone time. I want to get away, I don't want to have to talk to anyone, I don't want the looks of pity that people will give me." I suddenly had an idea. "I think I'm going on the cruise by myself.
"They won't give you looks of pity," Brad started before I interrupted him again.
"Dude, the look of pity was all over your face when you walked in here!" I said. "I can't stand the idea of facing that right now. So, I AM going to go on the cruise that's already paid for, surrounded by thousands of people I don't know! I already have the week off work. I'll deal with all this shit when I get back."
Suddenly, I felt purposeful, like I had something to do. I grabbed my stuff, and walked out of the room and out of the back of the church. Word must have spread because people were beginning to file out of the church, milling about in the parking lot. I hurried past them all, not making eye contact, not seeing their pity. I reached my car, threw my stuff in the back, cranked it and got out of there as fast as possible!
I drove to my place, dropped off the wedding stuff, changed clothes, and grabbed my bag that I'd already packed for the honeymoon. My flight was not until the next day, but I needed to get out of town. I drove to the airport, finding a cheap hotel room for the night near there. I spent most of the evening drinking the six-pack of beer I bought, alternating between calling Mandy a bitch, and crying my eyes out, while also ignoring all of the phone calls and texts. I awoke the next morning, slightly hungover, but ready to leave this crap behind. I texted my parents, telling them what I was doing, then headed to the airport.
The flight was uneventful, and just after lunchtime we landed in Miami. A shuttle was at the airport, arranged by the cruise line to carry passengers from the airport to the port. After checking in my luggage and then walking through security and checking my ticket, I was walking up the gangway and onto the ship. I found my room quickly and was pleased to see that my luggage was already delivered. I attended the mandatory safety seminar for my section of the ship, and then went off to explore. Within a couple of hours, were were leaving port and headed to the Caribbean.
I had received my dinner reservation time and location, and so at the appointed mealtime, I headed to the dining room. Mandy and I were scheduled to be seated at a table of 8. When I arrived, five of the other six people were already there, and the sixth arrived just after me. There were two couples at our table, plus two single people, a man and woman, and then me and the empty chair beside me. The single man, a tall muscular dude, was seated immediately to my left. He leaned over to me after we sat down. "I'm Brian," he said, extending his hand to shake mine. "You here solo too?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, sounding sadder than I intended as I shook his hand. "My wife, fiancé, whatever, was supposed to be here," I said, pointing at the empty chair to my right. "But she cancelled the wedding 10 minutes before it started. This was supposed to be our honeymoon."
"Damn, dude!" Brian said with an empathetic look. "That sucks!"
As much as I hated the pity, I kind of liked the fact that he was willing to engage in conversation about it, not treating me like someone with a disease once he found out what had happened. And from that point on, we became friends. He engaged me in conversation, got me to laugh a good bit during dinner, and even invited me to go to the bar and get drunk with him that night. We hung out and got really drunk. I have vague memories of laughing a lot, calling Mandy a "bitch" a lot, and of Brian helping me keep from stumbling on my way back to my room. He could definitely hold his liquor better than me, although he had me by a good 50 pounds anyway! I remember thinking, "he's really strong!" as he helped me keep my balance walking down the hall.
He helped me into my room, and I remember unlocking and opening the door, but that's the last thing I remember.
I awoke the next morning to a strange sensation. My head hurt, I knew I was hungover, but the strange part was waking up and feeling comforted by a warm body spooned against my back, arms wrapped protectively around me. As I slowly came to, I realized that I was naked, and the person holding me was naked, and quickly realized that it was a man holding me. His arms were big, he was muscular and a good bit bigger than me. Worse, I could feel his morning wood pressing in the crack of my ass. What the fuck was going on? What happened last night?
I moved to get up, needing to piss. As I moved, the man behind me rolled onto his back, still sleeping, and I saw that it was Brian. Had something happened? Did we have sex? I couldn't remember anything past stumbling into my room the night before. I got up, my head throbbing as I made my way into the small bathroom. I pissed, then turned to walk back into the room, seeing Brian's eyes open. He was watching me as I walked back in.
"Hey sexy!" he smiled, his deep voice sounding sleepy.
"What the fuck, man?" I asked, a bit more angry sounding than I meant to. "What happened last night?"
Brian busted out laughing, which caught me off guard. "We came back here, and I was helping get you into bed when you just started crying," Brian said after he laughed. "Nothing happened except that I hugged you to comfort you and you wouldn't let me go."
"Nothing happened?" I asked again. "Then how did we get naked?"
"You started stripping when we got back to the room," he said, still smiling. "You took off everything and then got in bed and started crying. I woke up in the night, sweating, and got up to leave. But you rolled over and said, 'Don't go,' so I stripped down to cool down and I guess we both fell back asleep. I was free-balling, so when I took my pants off, this is what you get." With that last sentence, he unashamedly gestured to his naked groin and legs, his morning wood still standing proudly up over his trimmed bush.
"Fuck," I said after he finished. "Sorry I was so freaked out. I guess I was so drunk I don't remember anything!"
"No worries," he said, smiling. "But just so you know, there are far worse ways I can think of to wake up than in bed with a hot naked dude!"
I blushed, realizing he just called me hot. Wait, does that mean he's gay? Brian watched my face as those thoughts swirled in my hungover mind. Then, before I could come up with a response, he took it to another level.
"And whenever you decide you want to experiment with a muscle stud, I'm I'd be honored to be your first. I think you're fucking sexy, and you can share my bed any day!" Brian's offer for sex was flattering, but not something I'd ever even considered. I was straight. I didn't know what to say in response, so I just stared awkwardly at him! I mean, given the events of the past couple of days, I had to admit it felt great to wake up cuddling with someone in my bed. I also had to admit that I was flattered that he wanted me. It felt good to be wanted, especially after the rejection of being left at the altar. But sex with another guy?
Brian got up, grabbing his shorts and shirt and then dressing, getting ready to head to his room. I grabbed my shorts as well and put them on, suddenly realizing that I'd been standing naked in front of a guy who admittedly wanted to have sex with me! After he was dressed, Brian moved toward the door, walking up to me on his way out. Before leaving, he turned toward me and pushed me back against the wall, and his body moved up to press my smaller frame against the wall. He moved his head to my neck, planting a soft kiss on my neck before whispering in my ear, "Just know, once you've had me, you'll forget all about that Mandy bitch!" Then his mouth was on mine, dominating me with a kiss. I felt my lips open and accept his tongue pressing in as he devoured my mouth with his own. Then, just as quickly as it started, he pulled back and smiled down at me. With that, he turned and opened the door, walking out, looking back with a wink as he moved off down the hall. The door latched shut, leaving me alone with a surprising hard-on.
After standing at the door in disbelief for a few seconds, I shook it off. I grabbed a glass of water and some Tylenol, then lay back down and fell back asleep. I awoke several hours later, feeling a little better and needing to piss once again. Getting up, I showered and got ready, deciding I’d like to explore the ship some today while we were at sea. I dressed in a pair of trunks and a tank top, ready to hit the pool after walking the ship. Now that I was sobering up, I had decided not to think about the horrible turn my life had taken nor the unexpected offer that Brian had made. I just wanted to be numb and disappear into the crowd. I figured a sunny day at sea should do the trick. As I was preparing to leave, I heard a knock on my door. Opening it, I was once again face-to-face with Brian, who must have had a similar idea, because he too was dressed for the pool.
I blushed as the memory of his kiss rushed through my mind's eye, my cock chubbing up at the sight of him in tight swim shorts and his own tank top. My eyes scanned his muscular body, surprised at how horny the sight of him was making me! As my eyes reached his face, he smiled a knowing grin at me. He could see my interest. Fuck!
"I thought I'd hit the pool today, and wanted to see if you'd like to join," he said. "I see you had the same idea!"
"Yeah," I responded. "Sounds good man." I wasn't sure how I felt about spending the day with him, since he had kissed me and we had spooned together. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like I was becoming attracted to him. Could he see my attraction to him? Could I ignore him in order to pay attention to any hot girls on the ship? Did I want to hook up with a girl right now after what Mandy had done to me? All of these thoughts went through my mind as I gathered my stuff to follow Brian to the pool, already having committed to hanging out with him. As it stood, we did have a ton of fun laughing and talking yesterday. Maybe it would be more fun like that.
Once we arrived on the pool deck, we found chairs side-by-side and we set up camp. I wanted to work on my tan, and it seemed that Brian had the same plan. We quickly fell into an easy conversation, laughing and talking like last night. Brian was a fun guy to be around, and I found myself enjoying his company. We shared our life histories, funny stories from college, and our dreams for the future. We alternated laying out and swimming in the pool, often playfully splashing each other and just generally being guys. But in the back of my mind was always the offer that he had made. He wanted to have sex with me. Was I curious? Did I want to experiment? The sudden rearranging of my life by that bitch Mandy and my ex best friend provided an opening for me to reinvent myself. Did I want to try things I'd never thought of trying now that I had the opportunity? I didn't know for sure, but I did know that Brian's kiss was far more pleasurable than I could have expected. There was a part of me that wanted to know what else we could do. If so, would it be pleasurable too? And frankly, I was horny. Mandy and I last had sex two weeks before the wedding. She said she wanted to wait to make the honeymoon more special. So we waited, and now I was on my honeymoon without a wife. My balls were getting bluer by the minute.
At about 5 in the afternoon, Brian turned to me and said, "Well, I think I'm done with the sun for today! I'm going to go get a shower, and rest a little before dinner."
"That sounds like a good plan," I replied, beginning to gather my stuff as well.
He walked with me back to my room, and he paused as I swiped the card to open my door. I turned back to look at him, and I recognized the look on his face. It was the same look I have at the end of a first date when you're not sure if the girl wants you to kiss her or not. Brian was looking at me like that. I smiled at him and then stepped into the room. I saw him smirk and turn to go as I closed the door.
I got ready for dinner, which was at 7, my mind running over the day spent with Brian and his interest in me. I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever was going to happen with him, it would either happen tonight, or not at all. I wondered if he would make a move, or if he would wait for me to ask.
I was about to leave to head to the dining room when a now familiar knock shook my door. Smiling, I opened it to see Brian once again standing there, only this time he was dressed in his dinner suit, and he was holding a bouquet of brightly colored flowers.
"I figured since we were going to the same place, I'd come pick you up," he said, smiling. "Oh, and I got you these. I thought you could use some cheer in your life, and it would be nice to wake up to see these bright colors." I smiled, not because of the flowers, but because I could see through his ruse. He could give any explanation that he wanted, but I could tell that he got me flowers because he wanted me to view our dinner tonight as a date. Brian had ulterior motives this evening. I guess he was going to make the first move after all. Brian had decided to seduce me. I found that I was not as turned off by that idea as I would have been even 12 hours earlier!
After setting the flowers in my room, I stepped out into the hall, closing my door. I began to notice even little things, like Brian letting me go first and then his hand touching my lower back softly, just for a moment, guiding me forward down the hall. He opened doors for me. He was treating me like I'd treated every girl I'd ever taken out. It was a surreal feeling to both know what he was doing, and be grateful he was being so kind to me.
Dinner was fun, as our table went around sharing what we'd done on the ship that day. We had a great group of people at the table, and I was glad for that. I think they all began to think that Brian and I were a couple. That meant I didn't have to talk with them about Mandy leaving me at the altar. I relaxed and genuinely enjoyed myself.
After dessert, Brian turned and asked if I'd like to come back to his room with him. "I've got some bourbon that I'd like to open and share," he said by way of explanation. I nodded, suddenly too nervous to speak. I knew what he wanted, and I was agreeing to go with him. Leaving the table with him probably cemented in everyone's mind the assumption that we were together. Surprised, I again found that I didn't care.
Brian's room was one level above mine. He had sprung for a suite, and it was nice.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, motioning to the couch. He turned to the bar and poured us each a bourbon in a glass. I sat down on the couch, unsure of what to do next, waiting on him to take the lead. Brian walked over to the couch, handed me a glass, then sat down, right beside me.
"Cheers!" he said as he raised his glass. "Here's to possibilities." I raised my eyebrows as I raised the glass to my lips. The bourbon was nice, and the warmth of the alcohol settled me down. Brian stretched and put his left arm around me on the couch.
"So," he began, his deep, masculine voice near my ear as I looked straight ahead, "You're here with me, alone. Have you thought anymore about my offer?"
"Yes," I answered softly, nodding.
Brian leaned forward to set his glass down on the table, then took my glass from my hand and set it beside his. His arm remained possessively around my shoulders as he did this. Sitting back up, he took his right hand and grabbed my chin, turning my face toward his. Then his lips were once again on mine, and we were making out.
The next few minutes were a blur. We made out, we got out of our clothes, and then we were naked together, making out on the couch. Brian crawled over on top of me. His body weight felt good, pressing me down as he kissed me.
After we were both naked, our hard cocks pressing against one another as he ground down on me, Brian lifted up from the kiss and asked, "You okay with this?"
Breathless, I whispered out, "Yes!" Brian smiled down at me, then moved his face back to mine and suddenly we were kissing again. We made out some more, then Brian pulled back and sat up.
"Since you're new to this," he began as he pulled me up to sit beside him, my heart rate still elevated from our passionate make out session, "I need you to know that I'm a total top."
"A top?" I asked, feeling like I knew what he was saying, but still new to the world of gay sex lingo.
"Yes, a top," he repeated. "I fuck guys who are bottoms. In gay sex, tops put their cocks in the bottom's ass, and that's how they have sex." I suddenly realized what he was telling me.
"So you're saying you want me to be the bottom?" I asked. I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
"If we have anal sex, then yes," he replied. "But there's lots of stuff that we can do without penetration. I just wanted you to know what role I play before we move forward."
This was a strange new world for me. Mandy was never comfortable talking about sex, and here Brian and I were, pausing our passion in order to have a candid conversation about expectations.
"I'm not sure I'm ready to get fucked," I answered truthfully. "But I am having fun so far!" I smiled bashfully, my face turning red at my admission.
Brian grinned back at me. "I'm glad," he said. "We'll take it slow, and only do what you feel comfortable with." Saying that, he stood, grabbed my hand and pulled me up, bringing me with him as he walked to the bed. Then we were together on the bed, rolling around, making out, exploring each other 's bodies. I'd never touched another guy this way before. His muscles were hard, and he was much more firm than any woman's body I'd felt. I found that I liked the difference. Knowing that he was a top added to the intensity for me, as I could see him controlling our union and manipulating my body. At one point, he was on top of me and had separated my legs, so that he was kneeling between them. I felt the pleasure of having my legs spread by a bigger man, and I began to understand what bottoms might get out of the dynamic of submitting to their top. I still wasn't ready for it, though.
Brian then began kissing down my body, tweaking my nipples with his teeth, smiling as I shuddered at the sensation. When he arrived at my cock, he sucked me into his mouth, and I almost came from the intense pleasure. He was able to deep-throat my 7 inches, and I'd never felt a blow job like that before! I had a buddy one time tell me that guys suck cock better than girls ever could, and if Brian's ability was any indication, my buddy had been right. It was like he knew exactly what would feel good, and could also tell when I was about to blow. He would back off then, keeping me near the edge but not letting me reach my climax.
Finally, after about 10 minutes, he crawled back up to my face, kissing me again before asking, "How was that?"
"Fantastic!" I gasped. "That is hands down the best head I've ever received!"
"Thanks," he said smiling down at me. "Ready to try your first cock?"
I wasn't sure if I was, but I felt like I couldn't say no after how great he'd made me feel. I nodded. Brian rolled over onto his back, bringing me with him.
"Just repeat what I did for you," he said, ever the patient teacher, with me as his naked student. I too kissed down his torso, his muscular hairy chest feeling strange under my lips. I tweaked his nipples beneath his meaty pecs, feeling him suck in his breath and puff out his chest from the pleasurable stimulation. Then I was at his cock. I looked up into his eyes as he stared down his chest at me.
"Just lick the head," he said. "Get your first taste." I did, my tongue touching his cock head. I could taste his sweet pre-cum as a dollop of it oozed from his slit onto my tongue. "You'll always remember this, the first time a man's cock touched your lips," he said, watching me.
"Now put your lips over the head and start sucking," he continued with his instructions. I followed his advice, pulling about half of his 8 inches in my mouth before he hit the back of my throat. I gagged hard.
"Whoa!" he said as his hands moved my head back. "We'll get to deep-throating later! For now, just get used to it being in your mouth, and enjoy that!" I followed his advice, sucking on the first few inches. His moans told me that even though I wasn't experienced, I was making him feel good. He let me suck for a couple of minutes before placed both hands on either side of my head and pulled me off his cock, then moved my lips to his balls.
'Yeah, lick those balls," he commanded as he ground my face against his sack. The smell was slightly sweaty and slightly soapy, and all Brian. I found that I liked it very much, and began licking and kissing his scrotum in earnest. Brian threw his had back and groaned, the pleasure evident in the sounds he was making. He let me slobber over his cock and balls for a couple more minutes, and then he moved to sit up. He pulled me up by lifting me under my arms until we were face to face and I was kneeling before him. He then pulled me into another passionate kiss, no doubt tasting his balls on my mouth. Then he manhandled me down onto the bed on my back, climbing over me so that my cock was again in his mouth as his cock settled above my mouth in a 69. I opened and took him in, and he pressed his cock in, then pulled back up, fucking my mouth like a pussy. It was clear he was showing me his nature as a top, taking my mouth for his pleasure.
The pleasure he was giving me by sucking my own cock distracted me from the blowjob I was giving him, and he pressed down further and I felt his cock slip into my throat! I was able to stop myself from choking, and he pulled back up quickly. Then he pressed back down and into my throat again, going a little deeper before immediately pulling back up. He kept up that motion until his balls rested on my nose. He had his entire cock in my mouth! I found I could breathe through my nose as I sucked on the base of his cock, my throat contracting around his shaft. He held it there as he sucked my cock while simultaneously pulling my legs up in the air. I felt his finger running over my hole as his hips lifted and he began thrusting into and out of my throat in a slow fucking motion. He was controlling the speed of the head I was giving him, while introducing me to the pleasure around my asshole as he played with it while sucking me.
Brian's thrusts into my throat intensified as he paused sucking me, until with a groan he thrust all the way in and held himself in me. I could feel his cock pulsing on my tongue as he shot his load straight down my throat and into my stomach. Once he finished shooting, he pulled back, a last string of his cum dripped on my tongue as he dragged his cock head across my lips, allowing me to taste him. Then he dropped his mouth back onto my cock, sucking in earnest as his wet finger found and once again rubbed my hole. I was hurtling toward my own orgasm when his finger pressed into my ass, and I came, shooting my 2 week load in his mouth! He swallowed me down, taking my cock balls deep as he drained me.
When I finished cumming, he pulled back and rolled over on his back to lay beside me.
"Fuck, you taste good!" he said as we both enjoyed the post-coital bliss. I just moaned, too drained to speak or move.
But then I was the first to move. As the endorphins began to wane, I began to freak out! I rolled over to the side to get up, suddenly wanting to get out of his room. Brian, anticipating my straight-boy regret, jumped up as well, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into a tight hug. I started crying, the gravity of what we'd just done and the emotions of the past week overwhelming me. I pressed my fists against his chest, trying to push him away. He just held me tighter.
"Shhhh," he said soothingly. He pulled me back to the bed, and he laid down, pulling me to cuddle on his chest. As much as I was freaking out, it also felt so nice for him to provide care and comfort to me. I hugged him back, drifting off to sleep as my tears dropped onto his muscular chest.
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