Family weddings can be a bit of a chore, but there are sometimes compensations
A few years ago, just after it had been legalised a lesbian relative of my other half married her long term partner.
Although they lived in Brighton they decided to have the ceremony up here in Nottingham where they had both grown up and most of their family still lived. Both of them had been very active in the gay scene promoting the lifestyle and campaigning, so not surprisingly most of their circle of friends who made the trip up were gay or lesbian as well.
The wedding, held at a country house & hotel went off without a hitch. The drink was flowing before the reception so by the time we came to sit down for our meal many of the lightweights were sozzled. Because of this the chat around the tables and even the speeches proved to be quite lively, and quite a few of the stories and jokes shocked some of the more straight laced types!
As the designated driver of our party I was the only one who remained sober so was able to watch the events unfolding with amusement. Although there were lots of gay guys there who could have piqued my interest I wasn't really thinking in that way, not least because I was also there with family.
As the afternoon moved into the evening reception more guests arrived for the dreaded disco and buffet. Unlike every straight wedding I have ever been to though, from the second the first record hit the deck the dancefloor was packed! This is not my scene at all so I wandered off to the bar where it was quieter. I was just waiting to place an order when I heard someone say "Hello there, fancy seeing you".
Turning to my right I found a familiar face that I could not quite place. A smartly dressed slim guy, late 40's, with cropped blonde hair and a short goatee. He clearly knew me though, as he asked how I was and why I was there. On telling him I was related to one of the brides he chuckled and commented what a small world it was. He seemed a nice guy and I wanted to find out where I knew him from, so I offered to get him a drink.
With glasses in hand we retired to a table. I admitted that I knew that I knew him, but could not quite place him. He laughed and leaned in saying quietly "I should be hurt, after all the times you have fucked me at the farm”. With that I finally realised who he was. I used to visit a local gay couple who ran an animal breeding business on a farm. They always played as a couple but not in a threesome. Instead the short chubby partner would go first. He was quite sub and invariably our session would end with me fucking him. Then he would go downstairs and his big and beefy dominant partner would come upstairs to engage in more rough fun. These sessions ended when they sold the business and moved to Devon.
"Its Mark, isn't it" I said and he smiled happily and nodded. It was no surprise I hadn't recognised him, as he had not only lost weight but when I knew him he always had a full head of hair and a moustache, both of which he dyed jet black. I complimented him on how good he looked, to which he smiled and returned the compliment, saying how sexy I looked in my suit. We were just chatting but now there was also an undercurrent...
I asked about his partner and if he was attending, but he dismissively told me he had dumped that loser years ago, and having moved to Brighton now lived there with his 27 year old boyfriend. From here we got talking about Brighton and of course I could not help but ask if there was an active scene, to which he laughed out loud. I little louder than needed he said that there was always cock available down there when he needed it. When I asked if he still played around he was only too eager to confirm this and revealed that he had a couple of regular married blokes who they played with.
He was getting a little flushed, partly through the drink but also because I suspected he was getting turned on, and so was I. He leaned forward again and touched my knee "they don't have a big a cock like you though, so they can't fill me up like you could". At this I sat back in my chair and took a sip of my drink, allowing Mark's eyes to trace down my body to the very obvious bulge in my trousers.
He let out a little mmmm and smiled.
"What are we going to do about this?" I asked. partly to tease him but also because I had no idea what we might be able to do!
Mark looked thoughtful, then told me to wait there. He headed off to the dance floor in the other room, but was back in a couple of minutes. He bent down to pick up his drink and said in a low voice "Room 22, give me 15 mins and come up" and with that downed his G&T in one and walked off.
It had not occurred to me that most of the southerners would be staying over but in hindsight it was obviously one of the reasons to choose the venue. More importantly though I was unexpectedly being presented with an exciting and risky opportunity for a quickie, and I was going to take it.
I took a few mins to finish my drink and then went to check that my other half was busily occupied on the dance floor. A quick trip to the toilets to freshen up wasted some more time, and it was 15 mins to the dot as I knocked on the door. Mark had obviously been expecting me to take him up on the offer as the door had been pinned open with the deadbolt.
I walked in and used the same deadbolt to ensure we would not be disturbed, then turned to the bed, where Mark was laying, stark naked and clearly excited to see me. He had not only lost weight but also been to the gym, and I told him he looked amazing, He smiled and continued to stroke his erect cock with one hand before encouraging me to join him naked.
In a moment my clothes were on the floor and I was pressed against him, kissing and pawing at him frantically. He smelt of soap and his hair was a little damp, so I assumed he had jumped in the shower. His tongue was fighting with mine to as we sucked and slurped, his hands grabbing my body all over as I did the same to him.
I took the lead and kissed down his chest, taking a moment to lick and bite his nipples to his noisy pleasure before kissing further until I could take his throbbing meat in my mouth. He tasted of soap and sex, and the moment my lips wrapped around his swollen head Mark let out an even louder groan.
My initial licks and sucks quickly became a deep blowjob, the taste of his cock spurring me on to new levels of excitement. As I sucked him I pulled and squeezed his balls with my hand, which made him yelp and whimper in excitement, but it was as nothing to when my finger continued to find his tasty little arsehole.
The moment my finger touched him he let out a guttural moan, and when I pushed the tip inside I felt his whole body tense. Breaking off with reluctance from sucking his dick I licked my way over his balls, moving round so that I could lift one leg and expose his arse a little more. Mark clearly realised where I was going and hooked his hands behind each knee, so that he could pull himself up and expose his little rosebud to me.
Putting a hand on each cheek I pulled him wide open and ran my tongue along the whole length of his crack. He was too turned on to speak but his cries and moans let me know he loved this, and even more so when I pushed my tongue against his hole and forced the tip in.
I was only licking and sucking on his arse for what felt like moments before Mark let his legs go and pulled himself up. Grabbing hold of me he flipped me onto my back and proceeded to take my engorged prick in his mouth. He has always been a wonderful cock sucker and he has not lost his touch, working the head with his tongue as he sucked and slurped.
I was in ecstasy and dimly wondering if he was going to want me to cum in his mouth. But I knew Mark well enough to know what his ultimate goal was, and soon enough he broke off and reached over to the bedside table to pass me a condom. As I put the sheath on my rigid cock he took some lube and rubbed it into his hole. Again hooking his hands behind his knees he just said "fuck me".
As the tip of my cock stretched his hole he let out a high pitched gasp, which continued as I pushed further in. When my prick was fully inside him I took over holding his legs so that I could use them for purchase, and proceeded to slowly fuck him.
With each thrust Mark moaned, his eyes closed and head back, savouring the sensation of my cock filling him up. As he loosened up I increased my speed and forcefulness until the bed was bouncing and both of us were grunting with pleasure.
I was close to cumming but knew that Mark loved to be fucked doggy style, so pulling my cock out (which elicited a startled shout from him) I quickly flipped him over and had him assume the position. He was wide open so there was no need to gently reintroduce myself, and in seconds I was pounding his hole hard, gripping his hips in both hands to steady myself and him.
Too soon I could feel the building pressure and immediately I pumped my load into his waiting arse. Mark was panting with excitement and exhaustion and collapsed forward, letting my semi hard cock slip from inside him. As i pulled the condom off he rolled onto the bed and started to frantically masturbate. I batted his hand away and took over, matching the speed he had been using but also using my free hand to pull on his balls.
Not surprisingly he did not last long, shooting a creamy line of cum onto his stomach, then spurting out a second load which liberally coated my fist. With both of us spent I rolled onto my back and Mark leaned over for more kissing, now slower so that we could enjoy the feel and taste of each others mouths. His spunk was a delicious lubricant to our entwined bodies and the smell of his sex was heady and exciting.
Although I would have liked to have stayed there and waited for a second round, we knew it would be too risky to carry on. Reluctantly therefore I had a quick shower and dressed. With a final kiss I left Mark still naked on the bed, his skin glistening with the remains of his orgasm, and went back downstairs to join the gathering without any one noticing my absence.
