My Papi

The next morning, I got all dressed up in a light blue suit, white shirt and a dark blue bowtie and my best black shined up shoes. My uncle drove me and my grandmother to a church far out in Queens. All the relatives were there and the bride’s family. My cousin got married. Then we drove to a real fancy place that was like one of the big hotels I’ve gone to. The bride’s family has a lot of money. There must have been like over 100 people there from sides of both families.

We went to the room for the cocktail hour. Everybody was having drinks and eating stuff. I put my card with my gift inside in the box for the gifts. My uncle took me down a hallway to a small room that was like a living room that had a small bathroom in it.

“This is on the downlow, and you have to show yourself around, so your grandmother sees you sometimes. This is how it will work. Every hour on the hour you come back to this room. Here’s the key because it has to stay locked. I have the key. Guys who want to unload will come to me and I’ll give them the key. They’ll let themselves in. You suck them off. Be good but try not to spend a whole of time. If you have to, use your hands too. They’ll come back and give me the key and I’ll give it to the next guy. On the half hour, you come back to the wedding and act normal. Have something to eat, talk dance or whatever.” He laughed. “I’m going busy running all this so do me now.” He said as he unzipped his tuxedo. I knelt down and sucked him. He was moaning and soon blew his load down my throat. “Very good! Keep up the pace…” He left.

A few minutes later, the bride’s brother came in and unzipped his tuxedo and I sucked him off. He left. Then the best man. Then my cousin with the glasses.  After he was done I went back to the cocktail hour room. My father was around with his wife and kids. Other men in the family that I see on Saturdays around too. The Prince was there with a beautiful girl. So was his friend Scott also with a beautiful girl.  People would say hi to me and ask about school like nothing was different about me. I ate some of the food. I went back to the room.

I did the bride’s father, some groomsmen again, the groom and it was time to go back. Then we all moved even to a fancier big room for the reception. There was a DJ and a dancefloor. I was seated at a table with a bunch of cousins, some of them that I blew earlier.  Everyone was happy.

Then I went back to the room. My father came in.  He was all smiling. “I hear you’re doing good!” He unzipped his tuxedo and I sucked him off. He patted me on the head after he came in my mouth. Then there was another of the bride’s brothers and another uncle of mine. I went back to the reception and hung out. A girl who is a friend of the bride starting talking to me and asked if I wanted to dance. I said sure and we did. “I work in the city. Maybe we can hang out sometime.” “Sure. I’ll be back soon.” I went to the room.

The Prince came in. “Well! Look at you! Quite the ladies’ man out there! Speaking of which, I edited and posted this this morning.” He took his phone and showed me a website that had videos from last night of me dressed as a girl. I was dancing and then me on the platform sucking dick and getting fucked. Because of the low angle you couldn’t see who the men were. Just them below their waists.

“Look at how many views! I’ll email you a statement about what your cut is. I also put up a picture of you as a chick on your Adam4Adam page. It’s a popular kink so we should get clients who are into that.” He unzipped his tuxedo and I sucked him off. I took my time with him. Then there were guys I’d only ever seen for the first time today. Then I went back to reception. The photographer posed me, my dad, my uncle and my grandmother for a picture. “One day I’ll be at your wedding…” said my grandmother. After, I went back to the room.

The Prince’s friend Scott showed up, unzipped and I sucked him off. Then there was a couple of waiters and bartenders in their uniforms. I guess my uncle thought it was okay to give them the key.. I went back to the reception and it was time for the cake.

Eventually it was all over, and my uncle drove us back home. “We’re going to hang out for a while” said my uncle. “Okay. Good night. That was so wonderful!” said my grandmother. My uncle drove us downtown by a hotel in Tribeca. He handed me my backpack and I got out with it. I was still in my blue suit. I went into the hotel. Life went on and on…