Runaway Groom

After my night with Jason, I slowly awoke from a deep sleep, my consciousness fighting the return to wakefulness until it reluctantly lost the battle. Fully awake I realized instantly that I was alone. The spot on the bed behind me where Jason had spooned me all night was empty and cold. I turned and could see his imprint still on the bedding and smell his musk on the pillow so I knew I hadn't dreamt it.

Slowly sitting up, muscles stiff from the pounding Jason had inflicted on me in his relentless assault on my cock, I replayed last night in my head. Being practically tossed about like a rag doll by a muscle stud was a new experience for me. I was usually the one doing the tossing or at least the spanking, but the end result was the same so who was I to complain. That is until I stood up and let out verbal "Ouch" as last night's meal presented its bill.

I stumbled to the bathroom to relieve my aching bladder and down some pain relief pills. Upon my return I noticed a note written on the hotel stationery lying on the nightstand. Picking it up I read:

Alex
Sorry I left before you woke up but I don't think I have the strength to cancel the wedding and disappoint my family after all the work they have done to make it happen. I knew if I stayed you would try to talk me out of doing what I have to do.
Please don't be mad at me and thanks for being so sweet.
J

(Please was underlined 3 times)

No mention of love or even Anna just about how he was going to do what was expected of him to please others. That poor fucked up boy I thought. Maybe his family is the problem and Anna just the result of their conditioning.

I sat thinking for minutes and finally ended with 'Well I tried my best' when a knock on the door roused me.

"Who is it?" I asked through the door.

"Maintenance" came back

Baffled I cracked the door and sure enough there stood a man in coveralls holding a toolbox.

"We received a call about a broken headboard," he said
Confused until finally the scene of Jason still squatting on my cock smiling and giggling last night returned.

"Oh yeah yeah. The screw seems to have come out of the wall" I replied

Mr. Maintenance walked over and looked at the damage. A look of surprise on his face.
Standing there rubbing his chin he said:

"I've been here 10 years and this is the first time I've ever seen this. These babies are countersunk into the wall to make sure this doesn't happen. I may have to check them all now. Can't understand how it happened. Maybe the screws are failing with time. I should be done here in a few minutes. "

Well Mr. Maintenance, I guess you've never had a 6'2 mountain of muscle use one as leverage for a dick assault on his ass I wanted to reply. Instead, I just gave him a few Uh Huh's and a shrug and prepped the coffee maker for my morning cup, making sure to offer him one. He thankfully declined and bent to his task.

While Mr. M was working and I took the first sip of my coffee it finally struck me that Jason must have called in the maintenance request. I sure as hell didn't and no one else knew. That fucking sweetheart I thought smiling around my coffee. Well, what could I do to repay his kindness? Hopefully, some idea would arise between now and 1 pm tomorrow when he would be standing at the altar.

After Mr. M packed up and left and with my resolve to remain the fly in this weddings ointment redoubled, I picked up my phone and call my "girlfriend". After several rings, she finally picked up.

"Hello? Oww! Fuck! Hold on a sec" Rustling noises in the background until finally, she returned with a "Morning "

"Wow someone stayed for more than 1 drink last night " I chuckled.

"If you're calling me to abuse me you can just fuck off now Alex. I have a mother of a hangover." I heard her gulping water and probably pain relief pills as I had, but for very different reasons.

"Just calling to find out what our plans are sweetheart. My beard requirements for today." I asked

"Umm yeah. I think I am going back to bed that's how bad I feel. Can you amuse yourself till lunch? Ugh, maybe dinner. Even the thought of food is making me nauseous right now.

"OK love. I'll have my phone. Drink lots of water. Feel better." Click!

Hmm, can I amuse myself for the day? Let's go see.

I ordered room service for breakfast, hey she was paying and she ditched me, and logged onto the hotels' Itinerary website. I found the Marino/Bitch wedding notices and read through what was listed for the rest of today.
* Family lunch 12:00 pm.....pass
* Wedding Rehearsal 3:00 pm...double pass
* Bride's Batchelorette Cocktails and Dinner 7 pm...Please
* Groom's Stag Cocktails and Dinner 7 pm. BINGO!

Apparently, they were having some very old traditional separate dinners the night before the wedding. Sounded like something Anna would have come up with to project her purity but it may actually backfire on her if I played it right.

I made a spa appointment for late morning / early afternoon and got the entire luxury package. Massage for my aching muscles, seaweed wrap, facial, mani-pedi, just because I wanted to feel extra confident later. Feeling guilty about sticking her with the bill I made sure they charged my card for all these extras. Between the champagne and fruit and cheeses they served me at the spa I was able to skip lunch and take a nice long nap before preparing for war.

Dressed in my best-fitting Armani separates and loafers, looking dapper but casual I made sure I was sitting at the bar where the Stag dinner was taking place 30 minutes early. Calling my GF I reminded her about the separate dinners, heard a ton of cursing before she hung up (apparently she had slept all day), and ordered an imported beer to sip while I waited.

As I expected men started filing in and ordering drinks before the official start time. Nothing brings guys out early like an open bar. Nodding and chatting at one or two I had met at dinner last night I made sure my presence was not questioned. Just one of the boys. Shortly after 7 a large group of rowdy young men, all wearing those tacky Tuxedo T-shirts under their jackets arrived. The groomsmen were in the house, and in the middle, a red bow tie around his un-collared neck was Jason.

Mingling around I slowly made my way over to the group of groomsmen picking up bits of conversation here and there. Based on what I could hear and see most were obviously family, high school, or college friends of Jasons, the majority being probably teammates or frat brothers based on their almost uniform physiques, although none came even close to Jason in terms of looks or muscle.

I studiously avoided making eye contact with Jason although I could see his stare directed my way through my peripheral vision. My attention however was focused on one particular groomsman. A tall lean blonde young man. Nordic looking, pale porcelain skin, clear green eyes, which I noticed rarely left off looking at Jason except to scowl down at his drink.

Working my way over to him I opened up with: "Well you're obviously not Jason's brother unless one of you is adopted."

His head lifted from his drink and he squinted his lake green eyes at me in confusion.

"What? Oh no. Jason and I are old friends. We've played lacrosse together since middle school all through college. We were even in the same fraternity. I still can't believe he is getting married so young." He scowled back down at his drink.

Hmm, I think I found my wedge for tonight I thought.

We made our introductions and I slowly began drawing him out, all the while making sure his drink never went below halfway. His name was Avery but everyone called him A. It was clear A was in love with Jason. Once the drink kicked in he talked about almost nothing else. From junior lacrosse camp through the college championship. Jason always the captain of every team he was on, the best friend anyone could want, a great all-around guy, etc etc etc.

Since the setting was casual with no assigned seating I made sure A ate dinner with me and a few others at one of the tables scattered around the bar. After the food was cleared the speeches and razzing began with Jason front and center on a bar stool, while more and more sex toys were attached to him in various and unique ways. I was surprised Jason's hair didn't light on fire with all the trademark blushing he exhibited.

When it came time for A's speech it was a maudlin recap of what he had already told me earlier, except worse since he was fairly drunk at that point. It would have been clear to anyone other than a room of straight guys that A was clearly in love with Jason but nobody noticed and the same loud chants and cheering arose once A raised his glass in a toast.

After his toast A was hanging around Jason trying to hug him as much as possible, oblivious to how uncomfortable he was making Jason. Using this as my opportunity I intervened, and ensuring Jason was watching, I took charge of A and made him sit down while I fetched him coffee and hovered like a doting boyfriend. Patting his back, offering words of encouragement, telling him what a catch he was, how lucky someone was going to be to snatch him up, all the time using neutral gender pronouns. All within Jason's clear line of sight. My final salvo at A's fragile state was:

"Who knows you might meet someone this weekend who will change your life?" Ending with a wink. Clearly, this didn't have the same results as it did with Jason as no blush formed on A's cheeks but he did start eyeing me a little more closely through his coffee cleared but still drunk eyes.

Finally deciding to put my plan into action I told A I thought he needed to go to bed and in clear sight of Jason made him hand me his room card. Helping him gather his jacket and make his goodnights. We stopped at Jason last and A went in for one last hug. Jason glared at me over A's shoulder as I wished him well and said I was going to help A to his room and have a nightcap with him before I went to mine.

With my arm around A's shoulder, I waved goodnight to Jason and company and directed A to his ground floor room while he continued to extoll on what a great guy Jason was.

Arriving at A's room I helped him inside and sat him on his bed. Helping him off with his shoes he leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back and said:

"I don't think I am the one you wish you were kissing right now A," I said.

A look of sadness crossed his face and the whole truth came pouring out. He had been in love with Jason since he realized he was gay as a teen, had followed Jason through high school and college and Frat life just to be near him.

"I know. Typical gay story. I'm in love with a straight man" he said with a dejected look on his face.

I sat with him on the bed and put my arm around him, his head falling on my shoulder, and hugged him sideways and said "We love who we love A. Life isn't always fair but sometimes, only sometimes, you get a gift.

We sat together talking quietly, his head still on my shoulder, me relating stories of my unrequited loves and their sometimes surprising results for about 30 minutes when a hard pounding on the door startled us to our feet.

"Open up A!" It was Jason "Open this fucking door right now!" I had never heard his voice anything but polite or meek since we met. This was a whole new Jason.

I sat back down on the bed while A slowly opened the door until it was flung open forcing A to take a few steps back. Jason stood there, his eyes aflame with anger.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He demanded.

Thinking he was the intended target A started to sputter an answer until he realized Jason was glaring at me.

"Me?" I answered "Just having a nice chat with your friend A about all the stuff you guys did and didn't get up to growing up"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I had confused the anger out of Jason's voice.

"That means Jason if you had once taken your eyes off the goals your family apparently set for you you might have seen someone who has been in love with you the whole time." I said forcefully "Oh and you would also have not had to wait until 2 days before your wedding to discover your love of cock!"

I nodded to A standing there, mouth agape.

Jason's head swiveled between A and me, a light finally forming in his eyes. A just seemed stunned to finally have his secret out in the open. Oh well, Daddy to the rescue.

I patted the bed on each side of me and said "Sit down the both of you" They each reluctantly obeyed, neither meeting each other's eye. I placed my arms around their shoulders.

"What we got here is a failure to communicate," I said in my best Strother Martin impersonation, not expecting either to get the reference. A chuckled and said "My Dad loves that movie. " Ouch right through the heart. I soldiered on.

"Jason apparently A has been in love with you for years but your head was buried so far up your ass and so deep in your closet you never noticed." Jason flinched at my statement

"And A you've been carrying your crush around like a cross and never once opened up to your supposedly best friend" A seemed to want to crawl somewhere and die.

"So how about you two kiss and make-up?" I suggested while using my hands to pull them both in closer in front of me.

I felt each try to pull away but I had the element of surprise and my hands were well positioned on both their heads. They both slowly relented and tentatively let their mouths touch. A began moaning as soon as their lips met and his hand reached out to caress Jason's face. Jason maintained his stoicism for a few seconds longer then finally allowed A's tongue to penetrate his mouth.

I released their heads and watched nature begin to take its course, moving my hands up and down both their backs then finally on top of my own hardening cock.

Pulling them apart I planted a kiss on both their lips and stood up and began removing my shoes and outer clothing, leaving my boxers on for now. I moved to the one chair in the room and sat down facing the bed. Looking up both Jason and A were staring at me as if awaiting my permission. I smiled and said.

"Don't mind me, boys. I'll join in when the moment is right. "

A immediately leaned in and began kissing Jason deeply while also trying to unbutton Jason's pants. Jasons strong hands reached around to A's back, his hands sliding under his loosened pants till they were gripping and massaging his ass. A finally was able to release Jason's hard thick 7" cock and his hand began slowly rubbing it up and down. Jason moaned onto A's mouth, his eyes flying open looking directly at me. I winked and was rewarded again with Jason's trademark blush but I don't think the wink was the only cause.

A's head buried itself in Jason's lap engulfing his cock like a dog on a bone. Jasons' head tilted back and another moan escaped his lips. I took this as my cue and moved behind Jason pulling up his T-shirt. I began playing with his nipples and plump pecs. Bending down I smothered Jason's moan with my mouth and used my tongue to invade his, still flicking and rubbing his hard nipples.

Jasons hand reached out and into my boxers pulling my cock free. Removing his mouth from mine he licked around my cockhead while his other hand pushed A deeper onto his own cock. Looking up at me Jason slowly took my shaft into his mouth, his plump red lips stretching as my cock slowly disappeared inside. His head began bobbing up and down on my cock while his hand snaked into A's hair and began using A's mouth like a fleshlight.

After a few minutes, A's gagging became too loud to ignore so I tapped Jason and said "Let him breathe son". Jason released his grip on A's head and he rose flushed red with spit running down his chin.

I grabbed his head and pushed it next to Jason's. Both boys began taking turns licking my cock and tongue fighting with each other around my pulsing dick.

"Let's get on the bed boys " I directed them so that A was lying down his head propped on the pillows with Jason straddling his chest, his hard cock inches from A's face. I was going to be stationed behind Jason's rock-hard ass, my favorite meal this weekend.

Pushing Jason towards A's waiting mouth I knelt between the 2 fit lacrosse players watching Jason's firm butt flex as he fucked A's grateful mouth. Without warning, I slapped Jason's ass hard with 2 loud wacks and heard both boys moan as Jason's cock went deeper into A's mouth. Grabbing Jason's hips I pressed my face between his flexing glutes, parting them till the pink center was on my tongue. Jasons mewl of pleasure at my tongue invading his hole was mixed with A's groan as Jason grabbed his hair and again manhandled it onto his cock. A began furiously jerking his own cock.

Pulling his mouth off Jason's dripping dick A looked up at him and with hunger in his eyes pleaded "Fuck me, Jason. Please." I felt Jason hesitate at the request, even my mouth still on his hole unable to distract him from A's begging plea.

Rising up I pulled Jason back to my chest and while running my hands up and down his washboard abs, kissed his neck and asked "Do you want to fuck your friend baby?"

Jason slowly and shyly nodded his head yes a few times and his blush reappeared while A's face light up like a neon sign.

"Move aside and let me get him ready for you," I said to Jason.

Unsure if A had actually ever been fucked I wanted to make sure Jason wouldn't hurt him if he rammed him with his fat 7 inches. Spitting on my fingers I started rubbing A's hole and leaning down quietly ask him if he'd ever been fucked. Bashfully he said no but he used a dildo often while jerking to Jason's pictures.

Moving back I pushed A's legs to his chest and raised his ass to my mouth. While not a mass of muscles like Jasons' it was definitely a tight and fit hairless bubble with an inviting pink center. Spitting dead center I swirled my tongue around his hairless pink ring before sliding my tongue slowly inside. The boy wasn't kidding about using that dildo, his hole opened immediately to my touch and trembled at my advances.

I could see Jason kneeling there like a lost lamb so between licking A's tasty hole I said. "Suck his cock Jason, it won't bite."

Snapping out of his study of my work Jason staddled A's chest and gulped down his cock. While not as fat as mine or Jasons, A was sporting a nice thin 7 or 8 inches and it slid easily down Jason's throat. A started bucking his ass on my mouth as Jason started deepthroating his cock. Eventually, Jason began moaning and I knew A had finally buried his own face into Jason's mounds of joy.

Coming up for air I tapped Jason on the shoulder, his mouth still full of A's dripping cock. I nodded and said "He's ready son. Come give him what he's wanted for so long "

Rising up Jason moved between A's quivering thighs while I knelt behind him rubbing his shoulders and whispering instructions into his ear. Pushing A's legs up to his chest Jason spit on his hand lubing his cock and pressed the head against A's glistening asshole. A's hands were running up and down Jason's tight stomach and chest, the anticipation on his face palpable.

I moved to the side as Jason grabbed A's hips and began slowly working his cock into A's willing fuck hole. A emitted a gasp as Jason's cock completed its journey. Jason shifted A's body easily to make himself more comfortable and began pumping his thick cock in and out of A, slowly at first then building a rhythm until the sound of his balls slapping against A's ass was audible to us all. A appeared to have left for another plane based on the look of transcendence on his face. Jasons strokes were steady and easy as if he was unsure this was his role in our little fuck fest. There was none of the animal thrusts he had attacked my cock with yesterday while riding me and breaking the headboard in the process.

Finally, I asked them "How does it feel?"

A's answer was only in the form of a moan. Jason looked confused at the question until finally he looked up at me and said. "Fuck me Alex". Raising my eyebrow in response Jason nodded his head then leaned down and kissed A firmly on the mouth.

Needing no further encouragement I quickly positioned myself behind Jason's rock-hard ass. Spitting in my hand to ensure my cock was wet enough to enter his rarely used pink ring I pushed Jason down on top of A stopping his motion. I again spit to wet his tight hole and quickly slid a finger inside. I then pressed my cockhead against his ring and felt it part and encompass my head.

Feeling me enter him Jason rose back to his knees pressing his hole down the entire length of my cock, then slamming forward into A's eager hole causing A to cry out in surprise. Jason the animal was back and God help A's hairless hole.

Jason began pumping on my cock so hard I could do nothing but hang on for the ride. Placing one arm around his chest and holding onto his shoulder I was able to look down at A's face during Jason's relentless onslaught of his hole. His mouth framed in an O, his eyes wide open as he watched his sweet BFF turn into a lusty ferocious animal.

Suddenly Jason grabbed A in his powerful arms crushing his chest to his own. A's head was now level with mine over Jason's shoulder, my own arm trapped between the two. Reaching my head out I clasped my mouth around A's moaning lips. Forcing my tongue deep inside as Jason's ass and cock continued their onslaught on our bodies.

A was the first to break. With a cry, he pulled off my mouth and threw his head back while shouting "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING!" Feeling his load splash up against Jason's abs I quickly covered my fingers in it and shoved them into Jason's mouth. Greedily sucking them dry Jason began to grunt and his asshole starting contracting against my cock signaling he was close to filling up A's hard fucked hole. With a roar, he erupted inside his friend's hole while A moaned deeply as he received his first breeding. I pumped a few more stokes into Jason's quivering ass when my own cock erupted balls deep inside him.

A panting sweaty pile of man-flesh lay stuck together, each layer still connected to the one above or below. I was the first to move. Slipping out of Jason's ass I lowered myself to the side of the bed and lay on my back gathering my breath. Glancing over at the boys it was clear to me A wasn't going to let go of Jason anytime soon. His arms around Jason tight he was whispering into Jason's ear quietly.

Deciding to let the two of them work whatever this is out between them I quietly dressed and after kissing them both made my way back to the lobby

While waiting for the elevator who should appear by my long-lost "girlfriend " slightly tipsy but ready for bed.

"Hair of the dog?" I asked.

"What bus ran over you?" She shot back

"The Lacrosse # 2" I answered

"What?"

"Never mind honey. Let's get you to bed" And me to a chiropractor I thought to myself as the elevator finally arrived.

To be continued.