Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2015 14:59:09 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Tyler's Bachelor Party

                      TYLER'S BACHELOR PARTY
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     It was a hell of a gathering I put together for Tyler's bachelor
party. We had four kegs of beer, lots of chips, pretzels, hot dogs, and
sweets, and six, count them, six gorgeous girls who were topless, willing
and able to play all sorts of wild, exotic games with the guys at the
party.
     Tyler deserved it though. I'd been his best friend through high school
and the last three years of college. And now that he was getting married,
and to the worst possible woman I'd ever seen, the least he deserved was a
hell of a bachelor party.
     I know, the best friend thinks the girl isn't good enough, but really!
What else would you call a girl who has forced your best friend to (a)
change his major into something you know he doesn't like, (b) picks out all
his clothes for him, (c) tries to force him to break all contact with his
family and friends and (d) has started taking over his finances as well?
     Tyler's blind to all of this, of course. She's beautiful and assures
him that she loves him and is only thinking of what's best for him, and so
Tyler's gone from a self-assured stud with a golden crown of hair,
beautifully sculpted body with bulging pecs, washboard abs and
tawny-colored suntanned skin, with a major in oceanography to a quiet,
mousy nonentity studying miserably to become a doctor. What's a best friend
supposed to do? Especially one that has to fight for every chance to be
with his best bud? I missed the old Tyler horribly, our ski trips in
winter, our surf trips in summer, our glorious nights of partying, dancing,
or just hanging out together, the two of us, watching television and
talking of our dreams. I wanted my buddy back!
     So I'd gone all out with his party and Tyler had at least shown
sparkles of the old Tyler ...until his girlfriend had started to calling
him every five or ten minutes. He'd take her call, and after every call, he
was less cheerful, more morose and withdrawn. I'd been pushing beers on him
all through those, hoping that would shake him loose, but it had just sent
him in deeper.
     About midnight, he had decided that he was going to go visit
Lisa. Given he was about three-times-three sheets to the wind by then, that
wasn't going to happen, and I'd confiscated his keys long before anyhow, so
we all pretended the bedroom door was the front door and steered him that
way, he went in while waving good-bye to everyone and we closed the door
after him and barricaded it. When we checked on him about ten minutes
later, he was crashed on the bed and sound asleep. One of the chicks,
Maria, volunteered to go in and strip him and get him into the bed, and we
let her do that (he was totally out of it, so nothing was going to happen)
and the party went on without him.
     Around two o'clock, everyone was ready to give up. The girls had all
checked out and when there's nothing but guys, drunk guys, around, things
are going to shut down before very long.
     That's when Tyler woke up. Sort of. We heard him through the smoke of
the cigarettes and the ooze of the booze. "Lisa? Lisa! Li-sa!
LEEEEEE-SAAAAAAH!"
     "Oh, man!" Jeb groaned, holding his head. He already had a hangover
going, his own fault for stopping drinking at eleven o'clock. "We got to
shut him up!"
     "Lisa! I need you, Lisa!"
     "Oh, God!" I moaned myself. This bachelor party hadn't worked a
bit. I'd hoped that if he cut loose, he'd realize what an ass he was making
of himself, but nothing, nada, zip!
     "Lisa, where are you? I need you, baby, I need you!"
     "Someone get in there and shut him up!" Mark chimed in.
     "I need you, Lisa! I need your love to keep me warm!"
     "Oh, God!" I moaned again.
     "We should send one of the whores in there and see if he bangs her,
thinking it's Lisa." Gregg suggested.
     "They're all gone." I reminded him.
     "Lisa, baby, I need you!"
     "We'd better send in someone to cuddle him until he passes out again."
Wilson said that, he was one of our designated drivers and stone-cold
sober, and he had a good idea, overall. No way would Tyler be up to any
real action, give him any warm body and he'd probably snuggle in with them,
and pass back out in no time flat.
     I sighed. "I'd better do it. I'm the host of this party." I'd also
been drinking, not a lot, but enough to make bedtime sound pretty damned
good at two a.m.!
     That was enough to briefly revitalize these drunken guys, I had to
submit being stripped naked before they'd let me go in to the room where
Tyler was lying in bed. They wanted the two of us totally naked in bed,
said he'd be able to tell if I was wearing clothes. I pointed out that he'd
be able to tell a lot more if I was naked up against him, but that didn't
work. So, bare as the day I was born, I opened the door and went inside, to
the accompaniment to cheers, jeers and phrases like "Yeah, bo! Go get him!
Here comes Lisa, Tyler, bang her good!"
     I got the door shut, which stopped the noise, thank God. Decided those
guys could take care of themselves the rest of the night, I was going to
sleep in here and to hell with the party!
     "Lisa, is that you?" came Tyler's voice in the darkness.
     I made my voice a bit higher in tone, but not falsetto, for Lisa was a
pretty throaty-voiced broad. "Yeah, it's me."
     "Oh, baby, I've missed you so much. Come to bed, baby, let me hold
you."
     "Okay." I got into the bed and Tyler promptly snuggled over to
me. "Now, shut up and go to sleep." I said in my own, normal voice.
     "I need you, baby." Tyler crooned in my ear. His hands went down and
cupped one of my breasts. "Oh, baby, you know I need you."
     "I know you do." I didn't bother telling him I wasn't Lisa. The whole
idea was to shut him up, and if that hand couldn't figure out the mistake
from rubbing my tits (Lisa was pretty well endowed, I was the typical
flat-chested guy), then he wasn't going to figure it out at all!
     He snuggled in tighter and I felt his erection pressing against my
leg. Shit! The precome on it was smearing on my thigh, sticky and warm, and
he reached over to kiss me and his breath was alcohol-loaded, a smell of
rotting hops! "Bleah!" on his breath and "Ick!" on his skank getting on my
leg.
     "Come on, baby, love me." he breathed at me, the nasty breath washing
over me in waves. "I'm going to be so good to you, come on, baby, be good
to me!"
     He shifted and his uppermost leg curled up my body, the hairs on his
body brushing over mine in a sensual feather-like caress. His hand left my
breast and traveled down toward my man-business, and I figured once he got
down to my johnson, he'd realize he'd been had. Very few women have dicks,
you know, and my own prod was getting far too much into the warm, nude body
next to mine and was waiting for the expected meeting with his hand with
rigid expectation.
     His hand contacted my prod and I winced, waiting for the blast of
infuriated man at my ear. But his hand gently turned and grasped my dong
and held it in loving kindness and delight.
     "Ooh, baby, baby." Tyler murmured at me. His hand began to gently
stroke my dong up and down, and I had to release a slight sigh of
pleasure. "I love you so much, baby. Let me love you tonight, Lisa, let me
love you."
     His lips reached for mine and he kissed me, and that alcohol breath
didn't seem so noxious now. Long, slow ans sensual, he kissed me and his
body began to worm itself over me in slow, unobtrusive motions.
     His tongue slid into my mouth and something about that felt so
damned...right! He thought I was Lisa and he was kissing Lisa and the fact
it was actually me didn't seem to bother me. He wasn't cheating on her, and
I wasn't making him cheat. More like I was standing in for her.
     So when his tongue played with mine, I let it dance with his in a warm
minuet that lingered first in my mouth, then resumed in his. And he pulled
away and began to kiss my neck, stroking my shoulders, he slid down and his
lips encircled one of my nipples and he nursed at it with soft dexterity.
     Further and further down, he kissed me, making a sort of oral
footprints in the snow of my body. What was going through his intoxicated
brain right now, I wondered, for his hand had recaptured my pud and he was
stroking it as he kissed toward it. Would his travel yet discover that the
cavern of his desire was actually a temple of lust?
     But when he reached the temple's base, he didn't hesitate. His tongue
ran up the shaft, a slippery trail of passion in his wake, and when that
tongue touched the apex, he opened his lips wider and encircled me, slid
down again toward the brush at the bottom.
     As he enveloped my cock, I groaned out, "Oh, oh, Tyler, shit, man, oh,
shit!"
     Tyler moved up and down my dong, moist delight in every stroke, wet
wonder in every motion, I groaned in time to his ups and his downs, for he
moved slowly still, his oral dew collecting heavily upon my shaft, until it
was a smoothly greased ramrod of male rut, and I was writhing in the
electric desire sparking from Tyler's wonderful mouth and lips and tongue.
     When he let me go, I looked at him through glazed eyes, for he was
getting up. Had he realized that he had been sucking on his best friend's
cock instead of licking his girlfriend's cunt?
     "It's just so wonderful, Lisa, having you here with me." He murmured
as he shifted and then he was sitting on my stomach. Looking down at me and
seeing me, yet not seeing me. "I've been lost without you tonight. You're
just so wonderful to me, just so wonderful." And with that protestation of
pure love, he sidled down and his ass matched itself to my cock and he
caught hold of me, held it firm while he rose up and the rose of his
sphincter kissed the tulip bud of my glans.
     "I want us to be together forever, Lisa, forever." he sighed and his
body pushed down and onto my cock. Threw his head back and moaned. "Oh,
God, baby, you feel so good inside me, so good." Some more wriggles and now
I was mostly inside him.
     "You're good, too, Tyler." I said to him sincerely. "So damned good,
man, so Goddamned good!"
     "Fuck me, Lisa, fuck me!" Tyler begged me, leaning over. "I need you
so bad, come on, fuck me good!"
     I didn't debate gender or identity, I just grabbed hold of him and
rolled him over so I could be on top, his legs clamped onto me tight and
his arms clung to me and his hips shifted so that my knees buried
themselves into the sheets on the bed. I could and did begin to fuck him,
and with gusto and delight. Why the hell had I waited so long to try for
Tyler? All those nights of confidences and trust, they'd been marred by one
thing, the secret of my own desires from Tyler. Oh, I'd played the girls
along with him, even bedded some of them when I couldn't figure a way out
of it. But all I'd ever really had eyes for was Tyler. When he took up with
Lisa and I realized I was going to lose him for good...well, I was ready to
take him like this, have my one night with him, and never never tell him
the morning after what he'd done the night before.
     So I fucked his butt and Tyler hung onto me, moaning with delight,
words of praise and devotion to Lisa, his Lisa, who was now fucking his ass
so wonderfully. My cock was humming with electric pulsations that raced
upwards into my body and my brain, and I knew I was close to my climax.
     And Tyler moaned, "Oh, God, Lisa, I'm coming, baby, I'm coming, hold
on, oh, oh, oh!"
     And feeling his body as it convulsed with his desire sent my own brain
into overdrive, I felt my orgasm ignite in my cock and threaten to rush
itself through my body any second. No, no, not yet, not yet, wait for
Tyler, wait for Tyler!
     "Oh, oh, I'm coming, baby, I'm coming, here it comes, here it comes!
Oh, oh, oh, ah, uh, uh, guh, uh-huh-huh!"
     My own orgasm would not be denied any longer, I was knocked about like
I was when a wave caught me off guard on my board and I ended up being
thrashed about in the water like a fallen leaf, "AH, AH, GAH-HAHHHHHHHH!" I
groaned and my load blasted into Tyler's hot ass like molten steel into a
mold, a constant unending stream of jizz that filled him to the brim and
then oozed out around my shaft onto his buttocks.
     Tyler was still rising on his own slower climax. "Uh, uh, uh, HUH, UH,
UH, UH, OH, OH, LISA, OH, GAH-AH-AH-HHHHHHHUUUUUHHHHHH!" And I felt it at
last as my own spunk-blast ended, hot splashes of male milk soaking my
chest and stomach, dribbling off in fat globs down onto Tyler's own body.
     I slumped down and the last squirts hit my navel in fat splats and
Tyler was done as well, panting hard, his eyes closed.
     I caught my breath and started to speak, but when I looked at him, I
realized that he had fallen sound asleep, even with my cock still in his
spunk-loaded butt.
     I pulled out as gently as I could and rolled back into my own side of
the bed. Waited a bit longer and then quietly got out of the bed. There was
only silence from the living room and I peered out. Two guys passed out on
the couch, but nobody else. I was able to slide out, gather my clothes, get
dressed, and get out of there. That was my apartment, but Tyler was in my
bed and I didn't want to be there when he woke up. I found a motel and
checked in with a wake-up call for ten o'clock the next morning.
     Tyler was gone when I got back. One of those two guys who'd been
passed out, Gregg, was there. He told me of Tyler coming out of the bedroom
around eight o'clock, asking him where Lisa was. Gregg had gleefully told
Tyler about who'd actually shared his bed the night before. "He turned
white as a sheet when I told him it was you in bed who'd been in bed with
him. When did you wake up, anyhow?" he concluded.
     I groaned and cursed him for an idiot, but it didn't do any good. I
called Tyler's cell and left him a message to call me. Called again an hour
later. And again and again. Went by his apartment that evening, but he
didn't answer the door though I could tell he was there.
     Walked away shaking my head. I was going to lose him to Lisa anyhow,
why did it matter that I'd actually lost him to a bit of drunken debauchery
instead? Lost was lost, wasn't it? So why was there such an overwhelming
sense of guilt and pain tearing my heart into shreds in my chest?
     It still hurt a week later, when there was a knock at my door. I
opened it and saw....
     "Tyler?"
     "Hi." Tyler face bore a genial smile. "Can I come in?"
     "Uh, yeah, yeah, sure, come on in!" I babbled. "I've been trying to
call you for... Come on in."
     "Thanks." He walked in and I closed the door, turned to him. His arms
went around me and his lips reached for mine.
     As I let him kiss me, as I kissed him back, I dared to hope.
                             THE END
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