Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2017 10:04:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: HENRY BROOKS <hankbrookscc@comcast.net>
Subject: The Same Sex Wedding

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                                 The Same Sex Wedding

Bruce and Clark had been in a committed, monogamous relationship for six
years. One beautiful, sunny, spring morning, they were showering together, and
then intended on having a light breakfast at a nearby coffee shop. It was a
Sunday, and breakfast was to be followed by a heavy dose of religion at their
church.

Their church happened to be a Metropolitan Community Church, a gay church. The
church parking lot was always crowded, but this morning there were no spaces at
all. Bruce and Clark were about to give it up, and go home. They turned their
car around, but less than a street away, someone pulled out of a parking spot,
and Bruce, who was driving, grabbed it.

The loving couple met a friend entering the church, and they asked if he knew
what was going on.

"There have been dozens of commitment ceremonies in this church, and a few
hetero weddings," their friend said, "but today's our first same sex wedding.
Don't you guys ever read the church bulletin? The wedding is going to precede
the regular service."

"Wow, that's fantastic," Clark said. "We better get inside and find a seat."

That morning the minister kept the wedding ceremony short and sweet. Bruce and
Clark clasped their hands together, and smiled at each other, throughout the
proceedings.

The happy grooms were having their reception at a downtown hotel in Greenwich
Village. The minister announced that out of town guests, and anyone else
invited to the reception, would find directions to the hotel on a table in the
lobby. He also let everyone know that the hotel provided valet parking.

The church quickly emptied out, and the regular service commenced. After the
service, Bruce and Clark headed for their favorite coffee shop to have Sunday
brunch. Every week they met several friends there, who either came from home or
from different churches.

As soon as they got in their car, and put on their seat belts, Clark turned to
Bruce, who was driving. He was just pulling out of the parking spot they had
the good fortune to nab earlier in the day.

"Let's get married," Clark announced.

"Why?" Bruce asked, completely surprised. "Life is complicated enough. We
don't have to complicate it further."

"I'd like to have a wedding, just like straight guys do. We deserve it," Clark
said in a very matter of fact tone of voice. He made it sound like his mind was
already made up.

"You realize," Bruce lamented, "that our parents barely tolerate our life style
and our partnership now. They'll never help with the wedding, and they probably
won't attend. In fact, they might urge our other relatives to stay away."

"It's not for them, it's for us," Clark said. "If the only attendees are our
friends, so be it. I'll be happy enough."

"It would be interesting to see just which of our relatives do show up," Bruce
laughed. They were nearing the restaurant, and Bruce said, "Let's discuss this
some more at home."

At home they were having trouble with logistics. Bruce decided that they
should book the reception hall first, because the church would pretty near
always be available. Clark felt just the other way around. He wanted to book
the church first. "There's only one church," he announced adamantly, "but there
are plenty of places to make a party." They argued back and forth for over an
hour, and decided to table the whole wedding idea until later.

During dinner, Bruce took Clark's hand and smiled seductively at him. "Where
would you like to go for our honeymoon?" he asked.

"I've always wanted to go to Paris," Clark answered. "Let's do London and
Paris."

"No way!" Bruce sounded angry. "We can't afford that. How about getting
married in the winter, and going down to Miami? I hear that South Beach is the
place for gay men to swing. Do you remember `The Bird Cage?' "

"That's not special enough for a honeymoon," Clark hissed petulantly.

They entered into another period of silence. Finally Clark spoke. "Should the
reception have a theme?"

"Maybe," Bruce finally smiled at his partner/fiancé. "What did you have in
mind?"

"How about a baseball theme? We both played for that gay league, and it was
great fun."

"Maybe so, but ninety-five percent of our gay friends don't know the difference
between The Yankees and The Red Sox. I think that's a bad idea. How about a
Broadway motif?"

"That's too stereotypical. I can't go for that." Clark was pouting now.

After dinner, they sat in their den, and watched television. Neither spoke a
word to the other until they were preparing for bed. They both slept nude.  That way if the mood struck them, they were ready to make love.

They were in their bathroom brushing their teeth, when Bruce grabbed his naked
partner to him, and held him tight.

"What?" Clark asked.

"I know we haven't agreed on anything about the wedding all night, but I love
you, you know. I love you a whole lot."

"I know you do, dufus," Clark said and he placed his lips on Bruce's.

At first the kiss was like two feathers brushing against each other in the
wind. It didn't take long, however, for their passions to take over. Their
tongues began to dual, and their hard cocks crushed against each other. Bruce
threw Clark down on their bed and pounced on him. He took Clark's pulsating
cock into his hand, and started licking up and down the shaft. Almost
immediately, he felt Clark's balls hardening and shrinking, so he took as much
of the precious cock into him as he physically could. Clark was about to shoot
his load, and Bruce swore he could smell the blood which had engorged his
lover's cock. Clark came like a fire hose, and Bruce swallowed all that he had
to offer.

After he regained his ability to breathe, Clark said, "Fuck me darling. Please
fuck me."

Bruce reached into his bedside table and removed a tube of lubricant. He
coated his cock generously, and shoved a glob up Clark's hole. "How do you want
it tonight, sweetie?" Bruce asked.

"Any way you want," Clark answered. "As long as I can see your face when you
cum."

So Bruce fucked Clark in the missionary position. When he shot his load high
up Clark's bowels, he began to cry, and that set Clark off too. They wrapped
themselves up together as tightly as they physically could, and fell asleep that
way.

                                **********

In the end, they agreed to have their reception on a Saturday evening. They
would invite their pastor, and ask him to perform the marriage ceremony in the
reception hall, before the dinner. That eliminated the worry about whether the
church would be available or not. Obviously, there was nothing traditional
about their wedding, so Bruce and Clark decided to get married in June, to add
just a touch of traditionalism.

Then they booked the very hotel in which the couple, whose wedding they
attended, had their reception. The hotel had several appropriate rooms, so that
was no problem. They arranged for the printing of the invitations, flowers, a
band, and tuxedo rentals, but a photographer/videographer was a problem. Their
first choice was booked for that night, so they engaged someone else. They had
nobody to attest to his work, but the pictures he showed them in his office were
first rate. They even agreed on, and booked a honeymoon to Arizona and The
Grand Canyon.

They were pleased with themselves. In spite of many barriers, they had
successfully put everything in place. Now they sat down at the kitchen table to
prepare a wedding guest list. Their families were obvious, whether they came or
not. After an hour of considering which friends to invite, they couldn't agree
on anyone. Every time Clark mentioned a name, Bruce said that he couldn't stand
the guy. Then when Bruce presented the name of a friend, Clark frowned. After
an hour of considering their friends, they couldn't agree on anyone. If their
families declined their invitations, they wouldn't have anyone at the wedding.
They decided to cool off, and resume considerations the next day.

As usual, they refused to go to bed angry with each other. In spite of their
differences, they made love that night, passionately and sensuously. Even
though the wedding was putting a strain on their relationship, their love was
surmounting all the conflict.

Once again, the next evening, they compromised, and began to work more
harmoniously. They had contracted for seventy-five guests with the hotel. They
foolishly assumed that neither of their families would come, and set a goal of
inviting seventy-five friends. They stopped vetoing each other, and started
with their closest friends, even if one of them didn't like him. Then they
added people to the list whom they worked with, and finally, they completed the
list with more casual friends.

The biggest shock came when both sets of parents accepted the invitation.

"Will happily attend," Bruce's parents wrote on the RSVP.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world," Clark's parents penned.

The two bridegrooms cried tears of joy all night. Bruce asked his father to
give him away, and Clark asked his father to perform the same duty. They both
accepted. Bruce had one sister. She was married and had a seven year old
daughter. She and her family accepted, and Bruce called her to ask if little
Marcie would be their flower girl. His sister didn't hesitate to accept. Then
he asked her to be the matron-of-honor, and asked if her husband would be his
best man. She accepted with tears.

Clark's only brother was also married. He had six year old twin boys. When he
accepted for his family, Clark called to ask if the boys would be ring bearers.
Each boy would carry a separate ring. Then he asked his brother to be his best
man. Clark's brother accepted, and began to cry.

Both men had invited a few aunts, uncles, and first cousins. Much to their
dismay, they all accepted. Some only accepted out of curiosity, but the grooms
didn't care. The problem was that they invited more than seventy-five people,
and the room could not hold more, if they were not to violate the fire laws.
Fortunately, they received a number of "regrets," and the final count was
seventy-one guests.

Every RSVP was received before there were two weeks left until the wedding
day. Now they labored long and hard over seating arrangements. Half the gay
guests hated each other, and couldn't be seated at the same table. Bruce's
mother hadn't spoken to her sister in several years, and Clark learned just days
ago, that his parents had separated acrimoniously.

After hours of hard labor, Bruce decided that love and hate were not their
problem. They made a seating arrangement that made sense, and if their guests
didn't like it, they could leave. At that point (after the ceremony) they
didn't care. As it turned out many people were unhappy with the seating
arrangements, but they didn't want to make a scene and stayed the course.

Bruce and Clark thought that they could relax for the two weeks before the
wedding, since everything was arranged for. Alas, it was not to be. The day
before the wedding, they went to pick up their rented tuxedos. Clark's jacket,
if let out, might fit his ring bearer. Bruce's trousers were at least three
inches too short. The proprietor said he would have everything corrected and
ready for them in three hours. When they returned, they had no time to try the
tuxedoes on, and prayed that everything was properly altered.

When they got home, there was a message from the photographer. He had
contracted the flu, but not to worry. His assistant would handle everything.
Bruce and Clark were beginning to regret their decision to marry. Everything
was going wrong.

Finally the big day came. The tuxedoes fit, and the assistant photographer
appeared to be doing a great job. Before the dinner, their pastor performed a
beautiful ceremony in a small chapel provided by the hotel. Bruce and Clark had
written their own vows, and when they read them, there wasn't a dry eye in the
chapel.

After the ceremony, the band began to play as the guests entered the dining
room. The tables were supposed to be pre-set with the appetizer. Bruce
gasped. They had contracted for shrimp cocktail, but each place setting had a
fruit cup. He ran to find the banquet manager, who told Bruce that not an hour
ago, he had been informed that the shrimp was tainted, and had to be recalled.
Bruce wondered if anything else could go wrong. Nothing did. After that
everything went according to plan, and everyone had a good time at the
reception.

                             **********

The next morning, the grooms boarded a plane to Phoenix, AZ. When they
arrived, they took a cab to a designated hotel. They entered the hotel lobby
and saw a table set up with a banner which had the name of their tour company.
They were greeted by a handsome man and a beautiful woman, who gave them their
room assignments, and told them to meet here in the lobby for dinner at 6 PM.
They would be introduced to their tour director and bus driver, and meet their
fellow tourists. They also suggested that the two men freshen up after their
long flight. A young bellhop appeared out of nowhere, and took their luggage to
their room. Of course, they tipped the lad, but Clark groaned. "When we booked
this trip, they told us that our luggage would be handled by the tour company
employees, and that all gratuities were included. I intend to complain when we
get home."

"Maybe once we're all together, everything will be taken care of. Let's wait
and see," Bruce said. Since everything else had gone wrong, he had no reason to
believe that the tour would go well. It didn't.

They undressed rapidly, and showered together. Then they hopped into bed and
played a wicked game of sixty-nine. That's all they had time for. Anal sex
would have to wait until they went to bed.

They went to the lobby, and the tour director introduced himself. "I'm James
Cochran," he said, and immediately let them know that he was doing this for the
summer only. He was attending a seminary, and intended on becoming a Baptist
minister. The two grooms groaned.

Bruce was two years older than Clark, and he thought fast. "Clark's my
half-brother," he explained. My father was killed by a truck on his way to the
hospital as I was being born. My mother remarried a year later, so that's why
we have different names." As secretly as they could they removed their wedding
rings.

James seemed to know all the other guests as they arrived, and they seemed to
know each other. There were twenty-two other people, all coupled. They and
the grooms made up a bus load of twenty-four. It turned out that the other
eleven couples were all Baptist ministers and their wives. The tour had been
arranged by their church, and there was room for two more people.
Unfortunately, the church could not fill the quota, and the tour company
completed the quorum by squeezing in Bruce and Clark.

Bruce and Clark panicked, but their fellow travelers were all very jovial, and
welcoming. They seemed to buy the story that they were brothers, and they
relaxed a little.

During the dinner, James told them that they could have a leisurely breakfast
in the morning, but to meet in the lobby after breakfast at 9 AM. They would be
given a bus tour of the city all morning, and they were free the rest of the day
and evening to do as they pleased. They could come back to the hotel for dinner
or eat out. That was up to them.

The morning after that, they were to leave their luggage outside their doors,
and tour personnel would load them on the bus. The grooms looked at each other
and smiled. They were instructed to meet at 6:30 AM for breakfast. Everyone
groaned at the early hour. After breakfast they would be bussed to The Grand
Canyon, stopping for lunch in Sedona.

Following a very nice dinner, everyone milled around the lobby for a while.
Couple by couple they went up to their rooms. They were all tired from their
long trips. Bruce and Clark were no exceptions. They had wanted to go out on
the town, but decided it would have to wait until the next day.

During the social period, one of the ministers approached them. He said that
his name was Wesley Cooper, and he apologized for his fellow ministers, who
seemed to be ignoring them.

"We understand," Bruce said. "We're single and this happens a lot," he lied.
"The world was built for couples."

"You two are very handsome," Wes said. "Are you seeing anyone with an eye to
ending your single status?"

Bruce was determined to lie, only because he thought the Baptists would stone
them if they knew the truth. He started to laugh. Actually," he said, "we're
dating sisters. Not only sisters, but twin sisters."

Wes laughed dutifully. "How would you guys like to have a drink with me at the
bar? My treat," he said.

"I'd love it," Clark accepted for both of them, "but I didn't know that Baptist
ministers were allowed to drink."

"You'd be surprised what we can do. We may be ministers, but first and
foremost we are human beings, and if that isn't enough, we are also men, if you
get my drift," he said, winking and smiling at them.

If Bruce didn't know better, he would be certain that Wes was coming on to
them. "Is your wife going to join us?" he asked.

"Nah, she went to bed an hour ago. Come, let's have that drink."

Wes bought them each a beer, and they found a nice quiet corner table at the
rear of the bar. When Wes was certain that they could not be overheard, he
said, "You two aren't brothers. You're a gay couple, aren't you?"

Clark almost passed out, but Bruce was tired of lying. "Not only are we a
couple, but we were married yesterday in a religious ceremony. If your group
doesn't want us, we'll stay to ourselves, and not socialize with any of you."

"Relax fella," Wes said. "Your secret is safe with me."

"That's very liberal of you," Clark said.

"Yes, and I have something to tell you boys. I have wanted to have sex with a
man ever since I can remember. I have never acted on that urge, and it was easy
not to. I was never in close proximity to a gay man. Now here I am, alone with
two gay men, and I'm about to beg you to have sex with me. Is my secret as safe
with you as your secret is with me?"

It was too dark in the bar for anyone to see, so Bruce took the minster's
hand. "Wes," he said, "Clark and I are monogamous. That means that we don't
cheat on each other. But if we take another guy to bed with us, we're acting
together, and we don't consider it cheating."

"Can I take that as a yes then?" Wes asked. Bruce nodded.

"We better get going then," Clark said.

"Don't worry. We have plenty of time. Millie is used to my coming home long
after she falls asleep. The woman goes to sleep before seven o'clock in the
evening and doesn't wake up before ten in the morning. It's abnormal. I'll
have trouble getting her up early on this trip."

"Well, let's hurry anyway. I'm busting to make love to my husband...and you,"
Bruce said.

They entered Bruce and Clark's room and double latched the door. "Before we do
anything," Bruce said, "Consider that you might enjoy yourself so much, that
there will be no going back."

"I have considered it, and I am ready to leave my ministry. I have a degree in
education. I could become a teacher."

"What about Millie?" Clark asked.

"We haven't had sex in years. I would happily divorce her."

When did you shower last?" Bruce asked.

"Just before dinner."

"Good, then we can skip the shower. Get undressed, and climb into bed."

The room had two queen-sized beds. They all stripped, and the grooms were
ready to jump into bed, but Wes begged them to let him gaze on their magnificent
naked male bodies. As he stared at them, they began to erect.

"Can I touch?" Wes begged.

"Sure," they said simultaneously. Wes took each cock into his hands, and
started to caress them. Both men purred, and Wes began to cry.

"Thank you," he said.

Clark and Bruce wrapped their arms around the minister and laid him gently on
one of the beds. They lay down on each side of him and began to give him a trip
around the world. They flipped him from side to side, and between the two of
them, they didn't miss an inch on his body, including his ass hole. Wes was
dripping pre-cum, and they knew it was time. Bruce had the pleasure of bringing
Wes to orgasm. He groaned and screamed and purred, and started to cry again.

When he could talk again, he said, "I knew it would be great, but this was
beyond my wildest dreams." He rolled over and kissed both men in turn.

"I hope this won't be the last time we get together on this trip," Wes said,
"but in case it is, would you men make my greatest fantasy come true?"

"Tell us what that fantasy is," Bruce said, "and we'll tell you if it's
possible."

"Would one of you fuck me, while I suck the other's cock?"

"That's no problem at all. Clark and I don't use condoms anymore, and we don't
have any, but since you're a virgin, we'll be all right." There were some coins
on the dresser. Bruce grabbed one, and flipped it.

"Heads, I get the ass. Tails, you do," he said to Clark.

Clark got the ass, which was probably good for Wes's virgin receptacle, because
his cock was smaller than Bruce's. They spent a lot of time greasing and
stretching Wes's ass, and at last Clark entered him slowly. After entry, Clark
stayed perfectly still, letting Wes get used to him.

Bruce straddled Wes's chest, and put his cock on Wes's lips. Wes gobbled it in
hungrily. "Now," Bruce said, and Clark began to stroke, and Wes began to suck.
Bruce expected to have to instruct Wes about not scraping his teeth on his cock,
but no such thing happened.

"You're good," Bruce said as his orgasm began to grow.

"I've read a lot of gay literature," Wes mumbled by way of an explanation.

Bruce and Clark came almost simultaneously. Wes swallowed Bruce's entire
load. The three exhausted men lay in a heap, hugging and kissing each other.
Wes could not get enough of fondling his bed mates.

Bruce invited Wes to shower with them, but he declined.

"It'll be too crowded," he said. "I'll shower back in my room." He got out of
bed and dressed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he repeated over and over.

"No, thank you," Bruce said. "That was lots of fun."

Wes smiled. "I'm thirty-five," he said. "I wish I had been honest with myself
about my sexual orientation twenty years ago. This has been the best day of my
life, and you have no idea how much I envy you." He kissed them both and left
the room.

The next morning, Wes spotted the guys coming into the dining room for
breakfast. He was at a table for four, and his wife looked like she couldn't
keep her eyes open. "Join us," Wes said. The men smiled and sat down with him
and his sleepy mate.

After their initial fear of the ministers, Bruce and Clark relaxed. They all
accepted the fact that they were brothers. Because of Millie's penchant for
sleep, they were able to get together with Wes, twice again. He just kept
crying and crying with happiness.

They were due to leave for home on the second Monday morning of the trip.
Early Sunday morning, one of the ministers invited Bruce and Clark to worship
with the group at a Baptist church he had scoped out. In gratitude for being so
friendly and welcoming to two outsiders, they agreed to go. They braced
themselves for anti-gay rhetoric, but gratefully, none came.

Monday morning at the airport, everyone embraced, and Bruce and Clark were not
excluded.

A year later, all the bad stuff about the wedding was forgotten, and all they
had were good memories of the wedding and their honeymoon. They had stayed in
touch with Wes via E Mail. One morning Wes called them, and they were shocked
to hear his voice.

"You were right," he said. "I tasted forbidden fruit, and like an addict, I
had to have more. I've left the church, and Millie and I are divorcing. I
landed a teaching position at a Manhattan high school. I was wondering if I
could shack up with you guys, until I get settled and find a place of my own."

"We're so happy for you," Clark said sincerely.

Then Bruce got on the phone. "You can stay with us until you meet someone and
move in with him. You're too good looking to stay single for very long. When
will you arrive?"

"Next Saturday. My flight is due to arrive at 2 PM at LaGuardia. I'll take a
cab."

"Nonsense, we'll pick you up. E Mail us your flight information. We can't
wait to take you out on the town Saturday night and to our church on Sunday.
We're going to help you enter your brand new life.

They could hear Wes crying at the other end. "You better stop crying," Bruce
said, "or we'll have to spank you."

"Please do," Wes laughed and that got the other guys laughing too.

After they hung up, Bruce began to muse. He wondered what cosmic forces
directed them to book the Arizona trip for their honeymoon. If they hadn't been
on that tour, they would never have helped Wes to find his way into the light.