Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2016 19:03:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Best Men

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*****

"Weddings, man, shit," Miller said, flopping down on the edge of the bed
with a sigh as he unknotted his tie.

"You're telling me," I said, waving the brown-bagged bottle at him. "You
got anything to mix this with?"

"Yeah, there's Coke and ginger in the fridge," he said. Christa's parents
were pretty churchy, and also kind of cheap, so the rehearsal dinner had
been dry, both in the alcohol-free and the entertainment sense. We'd snuck
out before the dessert plates had been cleared and down to the liquor store
for some relief. There wasn't much else to do around here except swim in
the pool, but I needed a fucking drink before all that. I poured us a
couple of fingers of bourbon, topped them off with ginger ale, and handed
Miller his.

"Well, here's to Bryson, god rest his soul," I chuckled.

"May they be fruitful and multiply," Miller grinned, perfectly imitating
Christa's dorky dad. We laughed, clinked glasses and took a satisfying slug
of liquor. I was unknotting my tie when I saw Miller giving me that look,
that twinkle in his eye, that crooked grin. He reached over and grabbed the
end of my tie, pulling me closer as I tried not to slop my drink on his
hotel room carpet.

"I seem to remember your wedding being a pretty fun affair," he said, as I
stepped between the spread thickness of his big thighs, letting him reach
up to undo my tie with his thick fingers and pull it free.

"Ought to have been, as much as it cost," I chuckled, letting him continue
to undo the top buttons on my shirt as I steadied myself on his big
shoulder, squeezing there. Still big and powerful, built like the
footballer he used to be. We all were, Bryson a little trimmer and leaner
than us two, even though we'd all left that stuff behind long ago.

There were other things we probably should have left behind long ago, and
this was one of them, the easy, natural way Miller's head tilted up and
mine tilted down, leaning in to meet in a nice firm kiss, the smoke of the
bourbon fresh on our tongues as it deepened. I slipped my hand round the
back of his thick neck as I fed him some more tongue, the both of us
carefully balancing our drinks as I crouched down a little to straddle his
beefy thigh so we could take it deeper. Miller's deep grunt told me how
ready he was for this... had probably been thinking of it all day, since
we'd woken up tangled naked in the sheets of my room. I sure had. His knee
had kept intentionally bumping, rubbing against mine all through that long,
boring dinner tonight, and it was all I could do to get my cock to simmer
down before we got up to leave. Bryson had given us a knowing, yet stricken
"Save me!" look when he saw us make our exit. He knew where we were headed,
what we were going to do. Knew very well. But hey, he was getting married
tomorrow, not us, so tonight was our time.

I drained off my first drink and set to work on Miller's shirt, yanking it
open and off his big shoulders, revealing his beefy ex-jock torso swelling
under his undershirt. Squeezed his hefty pecs with an appreciative growl as
he moaned back, feeling his big, sensitive nips stiffen, then fed him my
tongue again. No need to hide our hardons now, and we ground our bulges
against each other wherever we could while we made out and half-clumsily
undressed each other.

I made quick work of his belt, then his button and fly, and there he was,
jutting hard in his boxer briefs for me to palm slowly, teasingly, making
the big guy growl and hunch his hips up into my hand as he sucked on my
tongue. His own hands worked quickly on my belt and trousers, and soon I
was stepping out of them, presenting my own big undies bulge to him. His
mouth attacked it, soaking the cotton through as he mauled the length of
me, his big thick tongue running up and down the outline, before clamping
his lips round the mound of the tip and sucking. I let him tease me like
that for a little bit, before pushing his face off, then hooking my
underwear down under my big balls. He was three years older, but I had the
bigger dick, something I'd been endlessly proud of since we were
teenagers. Given what a total cockhound my big brother was, he was kind of
proud of my piece too. And he had nothing at all to be ashamed of himself.

"Quit fuckin' around and get on that thing, big bro," I growled, pushing
his head back down on it.

His mouth was already opening hungrily, tongue out, and I sank my length
into the warm, suckling, tongue-swirling wetness of his talented
maw. Nobody - not my buds in college, not my old baseball coach, not even
my wife - could work me over the way Miller did, though Bryson came a close
second. If he wasn't getting married tomorrow, I'd have the two of them
working my joint over together. The idea of that, of standing beside Bryson
tomorrow afternoon as his best man, a load of my cum working its way
through his intestines, gave me a little shiver. Hell, Miller had stood
beside me three years ago with two loads of my cum in him, and the thought
of that had definitely inspired me that night when I fucked Ashley in our
honeymoon bed.

But tonight was about us. Bro time. The wedding had brought us together
from opposite sides of the country, and we were making the most of it. With
a couple of pauses to strip off the last stitches of our clothing, we
worked our way onto the bed, and I slowly fed the long, thick length of my
cock down Miller's talented, eager throat. That old familiar feeling,
better than ever as his throat muscles worked around my shaft hungrily. I
reached behind me and found his own big dick, throbbing hard and wet
already, and began a slow, appreciative stroke on it. That just made him
grunt and work harder on me, like I knew it would, and he even threw in a
light humming action that vibrated all the way down the length of my cock,
into my balls, and made my prostate buzz. Fucker was gonna have me blasting
in no time, but I had every confidence I had plenty more to give him
tonight. We had all night, nothing much else to do, and I'd missed my big
brother very much. I planned to show him.

I was about ready to relax and let my balls fire off that first load, so we
could get to work on the second, when I heard the light tapping on the room
door. Miller paused, and we stared at each other questioningly.

"You expecting somebody?" I panted.

"Mm-mm," he hummed, frowning, buzzing my balls again.

I sighed, pushed up off him, and out of him, with a long, wet
slurp. Chuckled at the sight of the drool on his chin as he wiped it up and
went for another sip on his drink. I grabbed the robe from the little hall
closet, checked the peephole, and laughed. Opened the door. Bryson stood
there, a cute little blush on his hopeful-looking face.

"Hey, Seb, I -" he started, before I grabbed him and hauled him inside. He
didn't look at all surprised to see Miller reclining big and naked and
lightly sweaty on the hotel bed, drink in one hand, half-hard cock in the
other. Or me, just as big and naked and sweaty, my full-hard cock shiny
with spit. Miller's spit. Bryson knew the score, knew it very well.

"Looks like somebody else managed to sneak out of the dinner too, bro," I
said, dropping the robe on the floor and fixing the kid a drink.

"Well hey, baby brother," Miller grinned, sitting up. "Didn't think you'd
be joining us tonight."

"Well, I, uh..." Bryson stammered, but Miler was already reaching for his
belt, while I pressed a drink into his hand and my lips to his neck,
reaching round him to start undoing his tie and shirt. I could already feel
the kid relaxing - well, he was 25, not a kid, but you know how it is,
they're always your kid brother.

"I was just thinking about you, little bro," I murmured into his ear as I
nuzzled it and undid the last of his buttons.

"You were?" he said with that cute, boyish smile of his, before leaning in
to meet my lips in a deep, searching kiss. Miller got his pants down and
off, and I reached down to find the rapidly growing bulge in his little
Calvins. Palmed it like I did Miller's. Pressed my hard cock into those
high, tight, mouth-wateringly round glutes of his as he practically purred
into my mouth. Christa was a lucky little bitch, but I was pretty sure
she'd never make Bry feel as good as we did.

"You bet I was, baby brother," I grinned, pressing him down to his knees,
Miller joining him on the floor, the both of them reaching for my big, hard
dick. They leaned in and kissed each other, hard and wet and hungry,
trading tongues before turning their attention to the throbbing head of my
cock. Yeah, it was pretty much exactly as I'd pictured. Been too long since
we'd done this.

Shit... now that gay marriage was legal, maybe we'd have to lean on Miller
a little bit to settle down, so we could have another chance at a weekend
like this. In the meantime...