Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 05:36:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick (at) yahoo (at) com>
Subject: Day of Son's Wedding

Day of Son's Wedding

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Day of Son's Wedding

It was the day of my son Hamish's wedding and I arrived early to drive him
and his best man Sam to the church.

First a little background. Hamish is now 26 years old, since the seventh
grade he has been a competitive swimmer. He finished the competitive aspect
of swimming more than two years ago when he entered grad school but he
still swims daily. As a result, my 5'10" son is in remarkably fit
condition. His gorgeous body is topped with light brown hair, green eyes
and a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose -- just like
his mother.

Sam is not only Hamish's best man but also his best friend since the fourth
grade. Like Hamish, Sam is now 26 and has been a competitive swimmer most
of his life. He is 5'9" with a taut body, dark brown hair and cobalt blue
eyes and the sexiest crooked smile. Sam had an unhappy childhood marked
particularly by the bitter divorce his parents went through when Sam was in
the fifth grade. That is when Sam began spending a great of deal of time
with our family -- a place he could feel safe from the battles of his
parents -- and he became an unofficial part of our family even though he
continued to live with his mother.

I let myself in and quietly entered the living room. It was evident Hamish
was extremely nervous. He was pacing furiously about his small apartment
while muttering to Sam. I stood for a moment admiring the sight. Hamish was
wearing nothing but tighty-whiteys that contrasted nicely with his tanned
swimmer's torso.

Sam looked up at me and shrugged his shoulders and mouthed "Help" at
me. Sam was wearing boxer-briefs which clung closely to his swimmer's
physique.

"What seems to be the problem?" I asked needlessly.

"Oh, Dad, When did you get here? ... Oh, God, I am so nervous." He sounded
very much like my little boy 20 years before. I had a quick flashback to
when he was six and uncertain about which two-wheeler to buy with his
birthday money.

"Breathe, breathe. Deep breaths." I commanded. Hamish complied and his
chest expanded and his waistline contracted as he drew in air. I chuckled
to myself when I noticed Sam doing the exact same thing.

"So what is the problem?"

"Oh, Dad, I ... I ... I am just having second thoughts about the wedding
thing."

"Ok, so you have decided you don't love Jillian." I teased. I love playing
devil's advocate.

Hamish looked horrified, "I didn't say that. I do love her... I do... I just... I
am so ...scared."

Sam piped up, "He has been doing this since about 5 this morning, Mr M. I
can't get him to calm down."

I winked at Sam. "So it is a hopeless case. I guess I had best phone
Jillian's father and let him know before they dress and head for the church
that there won't be a wedding."

Hamish started up, "Don't you dare! Don't you ..." He realized what I was
doing and began to laugh. "I guess I deserve that."

"So if it isn't Jillian and you don't want to call off the wedding, what's
all the fuss?"

"He is just being Ham. That's all, Mr M. Mr. Wishy-washy. Mr
Worst-Case-Scenario."

Hamish threw a sofa cushion in Sam's direction. "Scared of the unknown, I
guess."

"The unknown?" Sam laughed. "You and Jill have lived together for three
years. You dated for two years before that. How much longer are you going
to take to get to know her? A decade? Two?"

"Sam. Be fair." I admonished gently, "We all know this is just pre-wedding
jitters. I got them before your mother and I got hitched," I reminded
Hamish.

"What did you do to get over them, Dad?"

"Well, your mother's father was pointing that gun at me and being a
coward..." Sam at least appreciated my effort at humour and he laughed
heartily.

"No, really, what did you do? I need some help here, Dad."

"What did you do before a big swim meet? What did Coach Lambert teach you
about relaxing and focusing?"

"He taught us to breathe deeply. He taught us to block out extraneous
noises and our competition. He taught us to remember we were championship
quality swimmers. But none of that seems to be working right now. I think I
am going to throw up."

"Alright, well, obviously we need to try a different tactic. Come into the
bedroom, both of you." I shooed both boys into the bedroom. I took Hamish
by the shoulders, turned him so his back was against the foot of the bed,
and pushed him back onto the bed.

"Dad! What..."

Before he could finish, I grabbed his ankles with one hand, lifted his legs
into the air and with the other hand pulled his tighty-whiteys off his
body.

His protests increased but I ignored them. I turned to Sam and said, "As
best man it is your job to help the groom on his wedding day. So, kiddo,
get to work."

"Say what? What do you ...? I don't understand," stammered Sam.

I looked at both boys. "I know you two have been sexual with each other
ever since you started puberty." There were insincere protests from
both. "Sam, we need to help Ham relax and what better way than for you to
give him a blow-job, right?"

"Dad, what are you saying? I... we... you... we..."

"Guys, there is nothing wrong with two best friends helping each other in
times of stress. Sam, when was the last time you blew Ham?"

Sam looked sheepishly at his bare feet. He then looked to me with half
raised eyes and that ever so sexy crooked smile. His boxer-briefs showed a
definite tenting. "Wednesday."

"Ok, three days ago, so it is time. You blow him. He blows a load, or
two. Nothing is as relaxing as a good orgasm. Get to it, man."

"Dad, you can't do this. I am getting married today, I can't..."

"Hamish Andrew McGregor," I said sternly, "you have been stressing about
the wedding since early this morning and probably all last night. Unless
you relax you are going to work yourself into a panic attack if not a heart
attack. You and Sam have been fuck buddies for quite a while, why should
that change today just because you are getting married?"

 "Mr M, how do you know we have been fuck bud..., I mean sexually... I mean,
how did you know."

"My dear Sam," I dropped Ham's legs and moved over to hug Sam, "ever since
you started staying at our house way back when, you have been part of the
family. As part of my family I kept tabs on you, both of you, just a good
father should. I overheard your first sex encounter. It was a night when
you were really upset, the two of you had gone to bed and I came by the
bedroom to make sure you were alright. I heard Ham say he was going to give
you a blow job to take your mind off the fight."

"You heard that?" queried Hamish.

"Oh, yes, and many other times. I never saw anything but I knew my two boys
were growing up and were taking care of each other."

"Now, Hamish Andrew, you asked me what I did to get over my pre-wedding
jitters. Well, this is it. My best man gave me a blowjob. Actually, he
drained my balls three times that morning. As a result I was so relaxed
during the wedding the whole thing was a breeze."

"You and Mr Winters were fuck buddies?!?!" Hamish whispered.

"Well, no, not the way you and Sam are. We jerked each other off a few
times in high school and university. But my wedding day was the first time
he blew me. He said it was his gift to me. Best gift I got."

"Do you and he still...?"

"Once in a while for old times sake and when one of us needs it. Like when
he was getting divorced from his first and second wives."

"Wow, I never would have guessed. Mr Winters..."

"Yes, now you know. But focus... now it is time for Sam here to continue the
tradition by draining these for you." I reached out to fondle Hamish's good
sized balls as I pulled Sam into position between Ham's legs. "Make like a
Hoover, Sam the Man."

Sam smiled up at me and dutifully took Ham's hardening cock into his
mouth. Kissing the head gently before sliding down the shaft an inch or
so. He pulled back until only the head remained in his mouth and sank down
a little further on the shaft. The boy was no novice. He continued to move
up and down Ham's 6" while playing with my son's balls -- tugging and
rolling them softly.

Hamish moaned softly with each stroke of Sam's mouth and movement of Sam's
fingers.

This was so exciting. I removed my suit so I was a naked as Hamish. I then
pulled Sam's boxer-briefs off taking the time to stroke his tight, smooth
ass as I did so. It was Sam's turn to moan. Taking the hint I moved my hand
more purposefully along the ass crack until I found Sam's ass hole. I
circled the tight opening a few times. I brought my finger to Hamish's
mouth and he sucked on it. When sufficiently wet, I returned my attention
to the lovely ass opening and slowly pushed my finger in.

Sam's growled as I sank my finger in its full extent. I pulled out and
pushed in, increasing in speed each time.

"Finger his ass, Dad. Fuck him." Hamish spewed, "Make him feel good, Ôcause
he sucks better when you do that. Finger fuck that ass. Finger him real
good."

Sam was now deep throating Hamish's cock and was obviously doing things to
heighten my son's pleasure because Ham was moaning, groaning and continuing
his verbal spewing.

"Fuck him. Dad. Ram your cock into his tight ass. He loves getting
fucked. Don't you, Sam?" The question was obviously rhetorical.

Sam nodded and pushed back against my finger, and, being a normal man,
turned on by the sight of my son getting a pre-wedding blowjob, I moved
behind Sam, raised him a little until he was squatting and without further
ado rammed all 6.5" into Sam's incredibly tight ass.

"Ahhhh," cried Sam.

"Sorry, kiddo," I whispered into his ear, "But I had to do it. Your ass is
so inviting."

"Its ok, Mr M., fuck me as hard as you want. I have wanted your cock
forever."

"Really? Then, kid, you are going to get it as much as you want." With that
I pulled all the way out and plunged back in over and over and over.

Meanwhile, Sam's mouth was driving Hamish crazy and my son was voicing
profanity with increasing volume.  Suddenly, Hamish's whole body tightened
and he arched his back as he blasted his first load. Sam gamefully tried to
swallow it all but the volume was too much and some dribbled down Ham's
cock.

I leaned over Sam and licked at the dribbles. Sam and I entwined our
tongues and then kissed deeply sharing Hamish's cum between us.

Hamish was huffing and puffing as he came down from his orgasm. As Sam and
I mouthed his cock, he attempted to push us away, saying it was too
sensitive.

I turned to Sam and said, "That's one. Now for 2."

ÔNo, Dad, I can't take it. One is enough. Stop, Sam, stop."

"Balderdash! Sam and I are going to get at least two more loads out of that
cock of yours."

"No, don't, no..."

Sam and I ignored his pleas. I pulled out of Sam's wonderful
ass. Whispering instructions into Sam's ear, we acted in unison to turn
Hamish onto his side his cock still in Sam's mouth. Slipping onto the bed
next to my son, I began caressing his tight, almost hairless torso, taking
time to pinch his nipples and stick my finger in his naval. Sam continued
his ministrations to Hamish's wilting cock distracting his best friend from
what was happening behind.

With no warning, i.e. a finger to loosen him up, I rammed my cock into my
son's ass. He shrieked at the invasion but I continued until my balls
slapped against his butt cheeks.

"Take his cock, Ham! Take your Dad's cock up your ass! Feel every inch of
it!" Sam was enjoying the fuck as much as I was.

I reached for Hamish's cock and was not too surprised to feel it hardening,
even after the orgasm he just had. "My little boy is enjoying his daddy's
cock in his ass, isn't he? You want daddy to fuck you more?"

Hamish groaned. "God, yeah, fuck me, daddy, fuck me really hard. Make me
feel it. Make me feel good."

"Tell me what you want me to do to you, son. Tell me what daddy should do
to his little boy."

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me until I can't walk up the aisle! Make my
ass hurt so much! God, Dad, I have always wanted your cock in my ass. Don't
stop! Make me your bitch! Fuck me. Fuck me!"

And I did. I pulled all the way out and rammed back in. Slamming in as hard
as I could.

Sam leaned in and licked Hamish's balls and as much of my cock as he could
as I continued my assault on my son's tight ass.

Hamish continued to beg me to fuck him and to fuck him hard. He continued
to call me "daddy" which made me hornier than I have been for years. I
could not long hold out and within five minutes I was blasting load after
load after load into my son's pretty ass.

I was still blowing my wad in his ass when Hamish erupted his second load
of cum into the air.

I slowly pulled out, drained and satisfied. As soon as my cock was all the
way out Sam sucked it into his mouth, cleaning me up beautifully, gently
and thoroughly. Once he had completed that task he turned his attention to
Hamish. Pushing my son's legs into the air, Sam clamped down on Hamish's
ass and proceeded to vacuum all my cum from his tight love chute.

I moved in between Hamish's upraised legs and began to nibble on his
nipples, and lick the cum from his abdomen and chest. I followed the trail
of liquid treasure down into his pubic hair and suckled his cock. He
groaned from the sensitivity of having cum twice but, despite his feeble
protests, I was determined to bring him off a third time.

Finished with removing my load from my son's ass, Sam joined me orally
playing with Hamish's cock and balls. My poor son was delirious with
pleasure as the two of us did various things to his cock and balls. Despite
himself he hardened which drove the two of us to take turns deep throating
his cock, tugging at his balls, fondling his ass.

Fifteen minutes of effort drew out our reward, as Hamish experienced his
third orgasm in less than 45 minutes. The cum didn't squirt out as far as
the first or even second effort but it was just as delicious as Sam and I
licked up every drop. We shared our bounty with Ham through deep meaningful
kisses.

We rested for a while each playfully caressing the others without intending
to arouse.

Eventually, time called us out of reverie and we dressed hurriedly for the
wedding, arriving at the church just moments before we were due.

The service went smoothly and my wife commented on how relaxed Hamish was --
she was expecting a bundle of nerves. I told her I taught him the same
relaxation activities I had used on our wedding day. I did not tell her
what those were. There are some secrets which are best not told.