Date: Sat, 05 Mar 2005 21:33:45 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: MY BROTHER'S WEDDING

Hi, my name is Jon.  I graduated from high school on the twenty second
of May.  I am seventeen years old, tall, slender, have dirty blond hair and
blue eyes.  I take after my mom, Carrie.

My brother, Pete is twenty-three years old, out of college and working at
our dad's auto dealership, Norton Chevrolet as a loan officer.  He's also
getting married the last week in June to Diane, the youngest daughter of
Mr. Caldwell, the president of the American National Bank.  Compared to
me, Pete is downright skinny.  He's taller than me, weighs less and has
black hair, a darker complexion and brown eyes.  He takes care after my
dad, Martin.

Despite our age difference Pete and I have always been close, as close
as two brothers could get.  We've been having sexual relations since I was
a child.  We live in a big, two story house.  Mom and dad's bedroom is
down stairs and Pete and I have adjacent, connecting bedrooms upstairs
at the extreme end of the house.  When I was a kid I used to get scared
and Pete would come in and sleep with me, until I calmed down.
Sometimes he wouldn't wake up and go back to his room.  It was fun
sleeping together, real warm and cozy, and later on we started feeling
each other's cocks, got into sucking each other's cocks and then things
evolved into Pete fucking me.  My dick is sort of average, but the only
thing more fantastic than Pete's overall good looks is the size of his dick.
It's a whopper and the big thing can't seem to get enough of sex.  I don't
know what's average for a young man to climax, but Pete needs to shoot
at least three times, minimum, every twenty-four hours.

Right now, though, he's just a bundle of nerves and, consequently, we
haven't messed around for two weeks.   Maybe here is the time to tell you
that Pete is what's called a bi-sexual.  I fulfill the male side of his
orientation and I don't know who all fulfills the other side.

The only area in which I have Pete bested is in smarts.  He knew he'd end
up working for our dad and that's what he wanted to do, so he worked
just hard enough to get passing grades in both high school and in college.

A few years ago, when he was a student at the State University, about ten
miles from here, on the other side of town, Pete got caught doing
something he shouldn't have been doing with a teen-age girl.

They were on a date.  Pete had her parked out on a country road, radio
playing, one hand inside her unbuttoned blouse and the other up her skirt
playing stink finger in her unfucked little pussy.  He says if you get a
pussy
worked up it has a smell that just drives him crazy.   Shit, a lot of young
kids
have done stuff like that, but Pete was hard as a rock and about to enter
the girl and claim her virginity when a sheriff's deputy shined a flashlight
through the window and scared both of them half to death.

The Deputy had Pete hand him his drivers license, walked around to the
back of his Corvette and saw the frame on the license plate was from
Norton's Chevrolet, the largest auto dealership in the state.  He
connected the license frame to the driver's license Pete had handed him,
Peter A. Norton, and asked him if his dad owned the business.  He also
connected, accurately, the girl's name, not only to her dad as a
prominent backer but also as a well known, local State Congressman.

To make a long story short, Pete took the girl home and agreed to meet
the Deputy at the Western Café, in the 100 block of Main Street, a dumpy
area down  where the railroad station used to be.  The deputy was
holding all the cards.  To get out of the mess he'd gotten into Pete had to
agree that both he and I would submit to being photographed by a
porno film producer.

That, of course, is why Pete was so nervous about his upcoming wedding
to a girl he'd known since high school, a local girl named Diane.  He is
praying that his past will, somehow, stay buried, as it has up to now.
Locally, it's buried, kind of I guess.   A lot of porno film addicts all
over the
country would probably recognize Pete and I if they saw us in person
though.

Being in porno movies might sound exciting if you're just thinking about it.
But taking part in them is something else believe me.  There I was, at the
time, a 14-year-old teenager, fucking older women, sucking obscenely
huge cocks and taking them up my skinny, teen-age ass.

As for our past staying buried, I think Pete's hopes may be in vain.  The
porno movie producer is called the Scorpion and his releases are always
described as "Another Scorpion Production".  His name alone doesn't
generate much confidence in him, but he'd also made some unpublished
movies that he always threatens to use against us as blackmail when he
wants something from us.  They were gay films of Pete and I having sex
together and contained scenes of me sucking Pete and Pete fucking me.
They were the only experiences I enjoyed in my porno "film career".
Some of the shit the Scorpion made me do was really distressing, like when
I had to watch Pete fuck some bitch while I masturbated myself and after
he'd finished, the Scorpion would direct me to clean up Pete's cock with
my tongue and clean out the twat that he'd just shot his load into.

I know Pete enjoyed our sex in our pictures together just as he'd always
enjoyed it up in our bedroom.  Actually, we loved each other and we had
both made it clear, verbally and otherwise that that was the case.

Well it came time for the wedding.  Pete wanted me to be his best man. I
went to the bachelor party some of his friends gave for Pete and to the
wedding rehearsal, including the dinner afterwards.  It was now time for
the wedding, starting at 11 AM at St. Dominic's Catholic Church at
Fourteenth and Pine Streets in Diane's parish.

Pete and I arrived early, we smoked a coupe of cigarettes on Pine Street
just outside the rear door to the church and we were killing time in the
vestry when in walks the Scorpion.

"I read of your wedding plans in the "Times" Pete and wanted to drop by
to give you my congratulations.  In the photo in "The Times" Diane looks
like a lovely girl."

Pete was as angry as hell and said, "Get the hell out of here.  I don't even
like you saying her name."

"Now, now, Pete, control yourself.  You might as well; I'm going to give the
instructions here."  Then he said, "Pete and Jon I want both of you to take
your lovely big cocks out of your pants and masturbate each other while I
film them on video tape but don't make the other climax."

Pete had a fit, but knew he had to humor him.  Pete had been saving
himself for his wedding night and he was packing a horny cock and a set
of cum filled balls.  We started jacking each other off.

Scorpion issued more instructions, "OK, now stop, leave your pant's
unzipped."  He walked over to us, lifted our erections up and out of the
way with his left hand, and, with a pair of pliers, broke off the small
handle
you use to zip your pants up, then, with a scissors, cut a two-inch slit
down
from our flies to enlarge the openings.  "OK, boys, now take off your pants
and your jockey shorts.  Then put your pant back on.  That will be so hot to
see you standing there in front of the congregation, waiting for Diane to
come up the aisle while the organist is playing the wedding march."

It might have been "hot" for the scorpion" but it was torture for Pete and
I,
especially Pete and his perpetually horny cock.  He was afraid to move for
fear any motion would open the front of his pants a little and expose his
cock to view.

However, things went better than expected until I had to approach Pete
while he and Diane were standing before Fr. McLaughlin and give him the
wedding ring.  I don't know what happened, I felt so sorry for him, but he
must have got a glimpse of some pubic hair or some cock flesh through
my open fly and sprang a boner.  His big cock shot out of his fly; leaving
no doubt about the magnificent endowment God had given him.

Dianne saw it happen.  She became totally disoriented and had one hell
of a time offering her hand for Pete to put her wedding ring on.

Fr. McLaughlin saw it happen.  He was transfixed with what he saw.  He
had a reputation for getting it on with altar boys and had one hell of a
time getting out the words, "I now pronounce you man and wife."

What a fucking mess!  But the best and the worst parts were yet to come
and they did, one right on top of another.

Among the worst:

Diane fainted.

The scorpion moved from the vestry door where he'd been recording the
wedding with his camera to take a close up shot of Pete's erection.

Pete split and took refuge in the vestry.

Among the best:

Fr. McLaughlin raised a hand and told everyone to keep his or her seat, as
Diane needed breathing room.  She'd only fainted.  The groom had gone
to the vestry to call 911.  Everyone cooperated and started gossiping with
the people sitting near them.

Pete called 911 on his cell phone and I called the tuxedo rental agency
and implored them to deliver new pants for Pete and me.

Pete lost his erection and returned to knee beside Dianne.

The tuxedo rental place came through.  The owner was a friend of Pete's.

Diane woke up before the emergency medics arrived.

The guests accepted every thing.  Why not, it was the most exciting
wedding they'd ever seen.  It would have been a little too exciting if they
had seen more than Pete's back when he put the ring on Diane's finger.

The most ridiculous thing was:

Fr. McLaughlin questioned Diane about what she remembered, afraid
that the ceremony might not have been legal.

As to my thoughts about Fr. McLaughlin:

As he questioned Diane to determine the legality of the marriage, I had
the feeling he wished he could be present and watch Pete consummate
the marriage with his big, hard, fucking cock.  For that matter, I would
have too.

The reception and wedding lunch was in the Empire Ball Room at the
Lansford Hotel.  The mood returned to being festive, everyone was having
a great time, the orchestra was outstanding and the food was far above
what you got at the usual wedding party.

The only bad thing was that the Scorpion was bussing all around with his
camera whirling away.  No body paid much attention to him, thinking he
was a paid photographer.

Pete and I knew better, especially when he told us to go take the elevator
down to the basement level and go left to the men's room. .  He opened
the door to another elevator as soon as we emerged into the hall.  The
basement men's room was a disgrace, filthy, smelly, littered  and with
graffiti all over the white, tile walls.

He started out his film with Pete and I standing at adjacent urinals,
scoping each other out, then masturbating ourselves, and, finally
reaching over to jack each other's erections.

The next thing he had us do was to film Pete from behind, pants dropped
to his ankles, his meat dangling between his spread apart long, legs
sucking my cock while I stood against the wall.  I knew a viewer wouldn't
exactly see what Pete was doing, but they didn't really need to see.  From
the expression on my face it was obvious.

The next scene the Scorpion directed was one of me originally kneeling
sideways in front of the row of urinals sucking Pete's big cock.  It took
forever for him to film it.  I was scared shitless that someone else was
going
to come in and catch us.  Of course there's nothing harder than a
wedding cock and Pete's was loaded with two weeks of hot, cock juice
to boot.  I was hoping to get that down my throat, when The Scorpion
positioned me with spread legs, bending over a urinal with my hands
braced on the wall.  On the wall above the row of urinals, in spray paint,
was one word - FUCK.   Pete was instructed to keep up a dialog about
how horny he was and how tight my teen-age ass was.  I had to keep
screaming like it was hurting  like hell, like Pete was raping me.

Fuck, the Scorpion still wasn't satisfied.  He wanted to make sure he'd
captured the whole thing just like he'd intended.  So, we had to do the
whole fuck scene over, after a cigarette break.

Saying good by, the Scorpion said, "You're not off the hook yet, Pete, I'll
see you at your hotel in Colorado Springs.  I thought it was Pete's turn to
faint because Colorado Springs was where they were going to spend their
honeymoon.

To resolve things, he told Diane enough to clue her someone was causing
him trouble and they'd have to change the location of their honeymoon
and do it secretly.

The marriage went well, as far as I could tell.  Diane didn't get pregnant
but they seemed very happy together and both her family and my
parents became friends and that added to Diane and Pete's happiness.

Then, on their first anniversary, Pete parked on the driveway of their new
home when he got home from work, ran to the door and found a note.
"You filthy, dirty bastard.  My lawyer will be seeing you soon."  He was
stunned; on the hall table was a porno film "My Brother's Wedding",
starring Pete and Jon, with our pictures on the cover.  At the bottom of
the cover, in smaller print, the type read  "Another Scorpion Production".

Under the circumstances, Diane was generous and kind.  She filed on
grounds of incompatibility.  They could have been much worse.  What
was worse was the effect on Pete.

He moved back home to his bedroom, with the connecting door to mine.
He was remorse, uncommunicative, inefficient at work and drank way too
much.  He became a loner.

A year passed and the only sexual thing that happened between us was I
could hear him some night as he masturbated himself.  I knew his sexual
needs and felt really sorry for him.

At the end of another couple of months things began to change.  One
night he came in and got into bed with me while I was sleeping.  He
whispered into my ear, "Jon would you jack me off, please!"  He needn't
have said please.  I was crying before I first touched his cock after all
those months.  I knew his cock as well, if not better, than I knew my own.
As he approached orgasm, I scooted down in the bed and put his
cockhead into my lips before I took the final strokes to bring him to
ejaculation.  I so wanted, so needed his love juice.  He stayed in bed with
me the rest of the night.

He'd just come in and get into bed with me when I was ready.  It was as if I
were a child again.  We started all over again, masturbating each other,
sucking each other and finally, a month later, he just rolled me over on my
back, raised my legs into the air, lubed the both of us and slowly pushed
his big cock deep into my teen, love hole.

I really knew he was recovered when, one evening, he told me to turn my
computer off and he slipped a video into my TV.  Up came the title "My
Brother's Wedding".  Damn, the fucking thing was hot as hell, Pete slipped
his jockeys down and pushed my head down onto his cock, saying "Suck
it".

Well, this is where I will end the story, but I can clue you how everything
is
going to turn out.

Pete told me he was grateful that the Scorpion seemed to have backed
off.  He didn't want to arouse his interest by seeing girls again and
certainly not by getting married.   And, after all, he'd been getting his
nuts
off with me since I was a child.  He liked it and he knew I wanted him to
do it, which was nice, too.  Most of all, I was as sexed up as he was.  I
never objected to taking care of him three or more times a day.

Well, now I've got to end the story.  Pete just came in the room, naked,
not as yet erect but wiggling from side to side making his big cock swing
back and forth, sometimes grazing my lips or slapping my cheeks as it flies
by.  It is one way of Pete's telling me he needs my attention right away.
Telling me he wants to cum.  I really do love my brother!

Goodbye, I'll post this tomorrow.  Hope you enjoy!

Love ya all, Joe