Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 15:32:49 -0700
From: Joel M <joel_m1971@yahoo.com>
Subject: The "Wedding" Ceremony, part II

The next morning, I woke up with a ringing headache. I was still wearing a
garter belt and nothing else, my wedding lingerie on the floor next to the
bed. I took off the garter, grabbed my sweatpants out of my bag, and went
to the bathroom to wash my face off. When I came back, my man had appeared
a with table full of breakfast for us. I took a pain reliever and sat down
on the bed as he poured me coffee and juice, kissing me on the forehead. It
was a quite a spread.

I asked him about the previous evening and why he thought I would like
giving a blowjob to a complete stranger. I wasn't angry, but felt
disappointed in him. He sighed and sat down on the sofa next to the bed,
staring at me. He was ruggedly handsome in a black v-neck sweater and
jeans, the first time I'd ever seen him dress casually. He explained that
he thought I'd like it and that it also turned him on to see me from
behind, dressed up in lingerie, and sucking another man. He said I looked
gorgeous and that he wanted to share me, that he felt lucky to have me
there. He said the other man was an old friend and flame and that he needed
a lot of convincing to do it as well. I looked at him and still couldn't be
angry, even though I was sore and still feel queasy from remembering being
used as the middle man in a three-way. He asked me again to forgive him,
and I did.

We ate and spent the morning talking. He discussed growing up on a farm and
moving to the city to go to school, getting his first job, meeting his
first men. He came out of the closet during college and spent his adulthood
with various partners and building his career. He took care of himself,
played safe, and had a great libido. I was jealous of him and also felt
thrilled and lucky that he wanted to be with me. I asked him about that,
why me? He said I was the first man his age since college, that he
typically always had men a few years younger than him. He liked being with
a man who had the same cultural experiences. I smiled. Then, he walked up
to the bed and pushed me back against the pillows. He laid down on top of
me. We kissed, I spread my legs for him and pawed his back, running my
hands up his sweater. I was becoming erect in my sweatpants. He said we had
a day planned at museums and lunch, but wanted to relax first.

Soon, he was kissing my chest and abs. slowly pulling down my
sweatpants. He began sucking me softly. I sighed and moaned as he grabbed
my cock and hungrily moved it in and out of his mouth. He was much more
efficient than I was and he moved one hand to one of my nipples as he
sucked. I became fully erect in his mouth and began thrusting, calling his
name. I suddenly built up, starting huffing and moaning loudly, and came
out of nowhere, feeling a bit disappointed that I came so quickly. I lay
back down and he came back up to kiss me. I loved having his weight on top
of me. He laughed and said I deserved that from him, at the very least.

Then, he reached under the bed pulled out another box for me. This is to
wear today while we're out, he said. It was a pair of silk, pink panties
with the word "His" written across the bottom. He asked me to try them
on. I put them on turned in front of him. He smiled. I started to walk
towards him, but he motioned me off and said to save it for later. He
dressed and headed out for the day. He took my shopping, buying me sweaters
and pants, new shoes. He went to his favorite museum and restaurant. I felt
younger with him, fresh, and full of energy. I wasn't looking for a sugar
daddy, but he said he wanted to please me. He directed my clothing choices,
finding things that fit snuggly and evenly. He ordered my lunch, and told
me about all the different pieces of art. We ended up back at the room at
sunset, exhausted. As we walked back to the room from the elevator, he put
his hand on my ass. It made me feel electric inside.

He asked me to try on an outfit for him: a black turtleneck and gray
slacks. He asked me to leave the panties on. When I came out, he smiled and
patted the seat next to him on the sofa. Soon, we were kissing again,
making out for what seemed like an hour. His tongue darted in and out of my
mouth. His hands hit all the right areas of my body, touching and thrilling
me. I was building up. He lifted my shirt and worked on my nipples as I lay
on top, his hands squeezing my ass and kneading me. Soon, my shirt was off
and he was undoing my pants. I rubbed his head and moaned. Soon, I was in
his lap, kissing him and having him rub my bottom. He knew that drove me
crazy for him. He rubbed my back and kissed my neck. I touched him and held
him against me, feeling his urgency build up inside him. He slid and hand
into my panties and began fingering me. He slid in two fingers and was soon
opening me up, the lube working into me. I moaned and became erect in my
panties. He began asking me to tell him that I loved him and that I wanted
him and only him. I whimpered yes over and over, losing myself to the
sensations. I could feel him becoming more in control. He would guide me to
get hot, and then cool me off, edging me and himself.

We laid down on the floor and he rolled me onto my back, slowly peeling off
my panties. I lifted my legs for him, naked in front of him. He pulled off
his sweater and pants and lay back on me. Soon, my legs were up on his
shoulders and he was pushing into me. He moved in and held, then pushed
slowly and held. We had done this a dozen times already , but this felt new
to me. He told me loved me and that he loved our wedding ceremony. He said
I was handsome and beautiful. And soon he was completely inside me and
working me open. I stared up at him and felt a genuine affection towards
him. He kissed me and then began to push into me, getting rhythm, arching
his back, his hairy chest pushing towards me. I felt his chest and abs,
then closed my eyes to lose myself in the feeling. He pumped and asked me
if I loved being fucked by him, pushing into me, again with no condom. I
was giving myself to him. I cried out yes and moaned loudly as I came on
myself, without any hands. He bit his lip and continued pumping longer
before losing control and coming inside me. He held my legs and continued
pushing until he was done, then pulled out and landed on top of me, kissing
me.

We got up and went to bed, with me my head on his resting on his chest. We
watched television and ordered room service. He stroked my hair and talked
in a low, quiet voice with me.  We kissed and held each other, eventually I
sucked him softly and made him come again before we drifted into sleep
together. I loved the feel of his cock on my lips and in my mouth, his
hands on my head, guiding me. When i rubbed his balls, he moaned and
thrusted. I was learning how to really turn him on. Before I fell asleep, I
looked at the ring on my finger, the ring he had given to me the previous
evening in our wedding ceremony. I knew we had one more day together before
we both had to go back to our lives. I didn't know how I could go back.