James Grady

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” said the priest. Nora, James and Donny sat together all dressed up in a church pew. They were at the wedding of James’ cousin and her nephew by marriage, handsome red-headed 19-year-old Patrick to a pretty neighborhood girl, Lorna. Patrick’s father Christopher was the younger brother of Michael Grady, Nora’s deceased husband and James’ father.

“They look like a happy couple” laughed Donny when he and James were outside smoking. They’d been groomsmen.

“Oh, the bride will be very happy on her wedding night” laughed James.

“Really, what makes you think that?”

“Pat has a great big cock that he knows how to use!”

“Oh, and how do you know that?"

* * *

In the recent past, one lunchtime when James was in the tool shed of the construction site, he’d sucked off a worker and another one came in.

“Holy shit! Jimmy!” yelled Pat. Pat’s father Christopher had long worked in construction, back in the day with James’ father who died in an accident and was the foreman at another site. He got Pat a summer job at this site before Pat would become a policeman in the fall.

“Russo told me about the great cocksucker to be had here for a dollar, he didn’t say it was you!”

Pat was on the tall side, he was wearing worn jeans, a sweaty white T-shirt and a helmet that covered his red hair. The situation was awkward and confusing, but his cock had gotten so hard in anticipation of getting sucked while waiting on the line outside while seeing one satisfied worker after another leave the shed.

“Ah Pat, it’s okay. Just take a seat.”

He walked uneasily to the cement sack and sat on it. James undid Pat’s belt, tugged down his jeans and underwear. He gazed at his cousin’s thick long uncut cock and flowing balls all framed by a red bush. So, what that they were cousins? They were also men, thought James and Pat was a fine specimen.

There was James on his knees between his cousin’s spread legs with his cock in his mouth. James did Pat nice, slow and steady, driving him wild with his lips and tongue, Pat never had it so good. James stared up at Pat whose face had a blissful expression while his eyes were closed. That was common, many of the construction workers wanted to get sucked but didn’t want to look at James when he was doing it. Pat moaned as James tongued his balls. James was licking the head of Pat’s cock when he felt the shaft twitch and heard Pat groan as he began gushing in James’ mouth. James happily swallowed down his cousin’s hot spunk.

Pat stood, fixed his pants up, reached into his pocket, pulled out a dollar bill and was about to toss it into James’ pail.

“No, Pat. We’re family.”

“Are you sure, Jimmy?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, thanks.”

So, Pat got into the habit of visiting James at the end of lunchtime to get his cock sucked for free. Being James’ last man meant he didn’t have rush to get to the next man and could take his time sucking Pat. Pat got over the awkwardness, they even chatted afterward.

One day James was done for the day, it was odd that Pat hadn’t been around.

“James, can I see you in my office?” said the foreman.

“Sure, Mr. Russo.”

They walked up the steps of the trailer.

“Uncle Chris!” yelled James at the sight of the man sitting in Mr. Russo’s office. Pat was sitting nearby.

“I’m on the late shift today and thought I’d stop here on the way. It’s the talk of the town about what a fairy my nephew is and I thought I’d see for myself.” Brown-haired rugged clean-shaven 38-year-old Uncle Chris was wearing scruffy jeans and a white T-shirt. His biceps bulged in it and James saw the tattoo of a heart on one of them. He also saw the bulge in Uncle Chris’ jeans.

“Yeah, I’ll show you what a fairy I am” said James as he got his knees before his uncle, undid his belt, tugged his jeans and underwear down. James stared briefly at his uncle’s big uncut cock before taking it in his mouth and commencing to slobber on it. He showed his uncle what a fairy he was.

“Jesus!” yelled his uncle, “it’s goddam true!” Uncle Chris continued to revel in the pleasure his nephew’s mouth was giving him and nearly climaxed as James did his balls. “That’s enough, take care of your cousin.” James crawled over to Pat who had his jeans undone and his cock out. This time he kept his eyes open saw his cousin’s face stuffed with his cock and he watched with pride as his cousin deepthroated him. Mr. Russo now had his cock out and James crawled over began sucking him.

“I also hear you take a good fuck” said Uncle Chris.

“That I do.”

“Well, get your pants off so I can find out.”

James took his pants off, got on Mr. Russo’s desk where he’d been fucked by him numerous times, got on his hands and knees, pulled down his underwear and presented his ass to the men. James heard the crack of the lid of a Vaseline jar, the sound of his uncle greasing his cock and the slapping of his ass as some gel hit his hole. Uncle Chris shoved his cock right up and into James as if to test James’ prowess for fucking. That was proven by how easily it clicked into place with nary a sound from James. He then kept hammering in and out James, his heavy balls slapping against James’ ass. Cousin Pat presented his cock for sucking and Mr. Russo presented his for jerking. James took the three men on, with his mouth, ass and hand.

“I don’t hold it against you, that you’re a fairy” growled Uncle Chris as he fucked his nephew. “Your father died when you were a kid and your mother coddled you. I offered to get you a job as a worker, but she refused and kept you at her apron strings. It’s no wonder you’re a fairy, plus, it runs in her family, it was your destiny. Your father still would be proud of you. You’re your own man, you helped your mother, and made your way in the world. Better to be on your knees for men than breaking your back for them…” James felt Uncle Chris shooting off inside him. He pulled out and was replaced by Cousin Pat who threw James a good hard fuck, like his father just did. After he finished, Mr. Russo took his turn on James.

The four men cleaned themselves up with cloths and a basin of water. Mr. Russo brought out a bottle of whiskey. They sipped and smoked. They shook hands and went on their ways. Of course, there would be other occasions when James gratified his uncle and cousin.

* * *

The wedding reception was a cheerful affair for relatives and close friends held at Toomey’s, a fine neighborhood establishment. Originally, it was just to be a small gathering at Christopher Grady’s house, but James’ offer to pay for this affair was accepted, as was their funding of an Atlantic City honeymoon for the bride and groom. Mr. Ross’ money came in handy for special expenses.

Donny and James were walking around, drinks in hand. “Donny, I want you to know that we all consider you to be one of the family” smiled Uncle Chris, shaking Donny’s hand.

“Mighty kind of you to say that sir.”

James’s mother came by, followed by the bride and groom.

“Aunt Nora, Jimmy, thanks for everything!” exclaimed Pat as he hugged Nora and shook James’ hand. He and Lorna left to circulate.

“Ah, Nora. Pat is a policeman and James is in business. We’ve raised our sons up from what we came from, that’s why we came here…” said Uncle Chris.