OurDadsBigGayWedding

by Roland Graeme

  And Barry was feeling extremely sensual anyway as a result of the beer and the pot. He felt not yet aroused or sexy exactly, but certainly sensual. He was aware of his body, of how good it felt to pull off his clothes and half-sit, half-recline on the floor in the candlelit darkness, rubbing his naked body lightly over the thick rough pile of Hector’s shag rug.

  He reached for the fresh joint, lit it at the candle nearest him, and drew on it gratefully as he watched Hector get to his feet long enough to strip out of his jeans.

  The dark haired stud’s back was turned to him as he did so, and Barry felt a strange, hot thrill of excitement rush through his relaxed body as he took a good, long look at Hector. He saw how smooth-skinned and rounded Hector’s muscular buttocks were, how clean was the tapered line of his brown back, and how thick and hairy his thighs were. Nor did it escape Barry’s notice, as Hector bent over to step out of his shoved-down pants, how big his balls looked as they swung down into view between his legs.

  When he was as naked as Barry was, Hector turned and settled down on the rug right next to him, taking the joint from him and putting it between his full red lips, which were curled up at the corners in an enigmatic smile as his dark eyes met and held Barry’s. His gaze was challenging, questioning him silently.

  “What?” Barry finally asked.

  “Nothing. I was just thinking.”

  “I bet you were. Well, if you were thinking what I think you were thinking, forget about it.”

  “What’s the matter? Don’t you like me?”

  “I like you just fine, as long as you keep your hands to yourself.”

  “Come on, be fair. Have I made a move on you?”

  “No,” Barry had to admit.

  “I do like you, though, guy,” Hector murmured as he breathed out a lungful of the sweet-smelling, bluish-grey pot smoke. “I’m glad we’re related. I always wanted a kid brother. It’s funny, isn’t it? First we were related by sex, so to speak. Now that our dads have made it legal, we’re related by marriage. I’m glad you came to stay with Graham. I’ll do my best to keep you entertained while the two lovebirds are away.”

  “I like you, too. You know I do. Just not in a sexual way.”

  “I like your body. Your man’s body. Your fucking stud body.” Hector’s voice trailed away into a murmur of appreciation and he ran his warm palm over Barry’s gently rising and falling chest. “I never cared much for twinks. I’ve always figured if I’m going to be gay I might as well go all the way and fuck around with really masculine men. You know, straight guys can be especially exciting once they decide to experiment.”

  “Really. And just how straight are these guys after they’ve experimented with you?”

  Hector chuckled. “Not very,” he boasted. He continued to slide the palms of both hands over Barry’s bare torso. “You don’t mind me touching you like this, do you.” It was an observation, not a question. Hector increased the pressure of his roaming, massaging hands. “In fact, I think you kind of like it.”

  Barry moaned faintly in response to both Hector’s words and his touch, but he made no effort to pull away while Hector’s hand rubbed over his pecs and teased his nipples. He drew on the marijuana cigarette automatically, letting out a little gasp of pleasure in mid-exhalation when Hector’s fingertips caught his right nipple and pinched it lightly.

  The tiny nub of brown flesh began to harden and to stand out in relief from its surrounding circle of tit flesh as Hector worked on it with slow, gentle expertise, still staring into Barry’s glazed-over eyes as they passed the joint back and forth.

  When the cigarette was reduced to a glowing stub, Hector refused to take it from Barry’s hand.

  “You finish it,” he invited Barry.

  “Are you trying to get me really stoned?”

  “Absolutely. Drunk and stoned and in no mood to resist me.”

  As Barry lay back and killed the joint, Hector began to use both hands on his tits, kneading his firm pecs, rubbing his nipples, pinching them just hard enough to turn Barry on without really hurting him, tugging at the points of the teats to stiffen them and make them stand out from Barry’s chest.

  Barry groaned as he sucked one last mouthful of smoke from the joint and dropped the tiny stub into the ashtray Hector had placed on the floor for that purpose. His hands were free now, but for the time being he didn’t respond to what Hector was doing to him with any caresses of his own. Instead, he flung his arms over his head and stretched out on his back, writhing slightly from side to side as Hector crouched over him and toyed with his tits like that.

  It felt good. Damned good. So good that Barry hoped that Hector would do even more, would get him even more turned on. Would in fact make go ahead and make love to him.

  “Make love to me, Hector,” he was astonished to hear his own voice whispering.

  “Jesus! I thought I’d never hear you say anything like that!” Hector laughed softly, his fingertips stroking and teasing both of Barry’s hard nipples with greater urgency now.

  “I, um, sure never fucking thought I’d say it, myself,” Barry slurred, his tongue strangely sluggish and unresponsive because he was so stoned. “But I, ah, I want you to. I want it bad. Only don’t go too fast. Take it nice and easy at first, man, don’t rush me. Okay?”

  “Okay.” Hector bent over to kiss him. First on the cheek, his soft, slightly moist lips brushing over Barry’s stubble. Then full on his parted lips.

  Hector’s mouth pressed gently against the other young man’s, then pulled away. He repeated this process several times.

  “How’s that feel?” he asked in a whisper.

  “All right, I guess,” Barry replied by way of considerable understatement. “I’m not used to kissing guys.”

  Hector grinned. “Think you could get used to it?”

  “I don’t know. It does feel kind of sexy.”

  Hector seemed to be waiting until Barry made the next move, and so Barry made it, impatiently lifting his head from the rug to seek Hector’s mouth again and kiss him hard, Barry’s tongue thrusting between his partner’s eagerly opening lips and plunging deep inside Hector’s hungry mouth.

  They kissed and kissed like that for some time, Hector finally taking his hands away from Barry’s chest to cup Barry’s head between them and hold it in place, his fingers stroking Barry’s scalp through his short hair. Meanwhile, he slowly slid his naked body half on top of Barry’s, the shock of their naked flesh touching and rubbing together exciting Barry further as he began to respond to Hector with a fierce passion quite untypical of him.

  The dark-haired stud caressed Barry from head to foot, over and over again, slowly and deliciously. Barry had to give Hector credit. Now that Barry let down his defenses, Hector didn’t take full advantage of the fact by storming the barricades right away. Instead, he seemed willing to give Barry plenty of time to get used to the feeling of embracing another dude’s naked body. Barry quickly relaxed into their lovemaking, feeling the tension almost palpably flowing out of his body while Hector continued to stroke it in slow, reassuring massage-like motions.

  Hector took Barry’s hand and guided it to his chest, where Barry began to toy with Hector’s nipple rings. He experimented, rotating the rings within their holes, and then tugging on them. Hector finally did let out a telltale moan of undisguised pleasure as Barry pulled on his pierced tits, stretching the big brown nipples away from the solid pectoral muscle surrounding them.

  “That feels good,” Hector informed Barry. “Every time you yank on my tits like that, it makes my dick jump. See?” He drew Barry’s attention to his twitching erection.

  “Fuck!” Barry exclaimed. Surprisingly, he was intrigued by the phenomenon.

  “You can do some more, you know,” Hector suggested.

  “Huh? Such as what?”

  “You can do this, for example.” Hector got Barry in a loose elbow lock around the neck, and pulled his head firmly against his own torso. He raised his free arm and playf
ully pushed Barry’s face into his armpit. “Come on, Marine,” Hector urged. “Kiss that sweaty pit. Taste and smell a man’s skin. You know you want to.”

  “You fucker,” Barry complained. But he made to effort to escape, or pull away. He nuzzled Hector’s armpit with his cheeks and chin. And then, tentatively, his tongue emerged from between his lips, to lap at the other young man’s flesh.

  “Oh yeah,” Hector moaned. “That tickles! Go on, lick it, buddy. Lick that ink,” he specified, guiding Barry’s face to the tattooed parts of his upper body.

  Once he’d gotten a taste of it, Barry decided he wanted more. His tongue swabbed eagerly, restlessly, over the complicated design of skull-headed bikers, the darting pressure from his wet tongue making Hector squirm with delight. He got even more visibly excited when, no longer needing to be prompted, Barry experimented further, using his mouth to stimulate Hector’s pierced nipples and navel.

  “That’s right, baby,” Hector gasped. “Lick the hardware. Go for it!”

  Lost in what he was doing, Barry only grunted lewdly by way of reply. His tongue worked faster.

  “Fuck, that’s hot tongue you’ve got there,” Hector commented. “Tell me something, bro. Are you still a virgin? When it comes to fucking women, I mean?”

  Barry, who was still exploring Hector’s torso with his lips and tongue, emitted a somewhat enigmatic grunt.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” Hector said. “How about with other guys? You ever screwed a dude, or taken it up the ass yourself?”

  Barry let out a short, sharp grunt and shook his head.

  “Still got your cherry, huh?” Hector teased. “Maybe it’s about time you got rid of it. Tonight could be the night. Maybe if you’re nice to me, I’ll teach you what it’s all about, and make a man out of you. Would you like that?”

  “Hector,” Barry gasped, with his mouth still so close to Hector’s torso that he could feel his hot breath reflected back at him. “Maybe we’d better cut this out. Maybe we’d better stop before we go too far.”

  “What are you, a high school tease in the back seat of her boyfriend’s car? Man up, buddy. Grow a pair.”

  “I already have a pair,” Barry boasted.

  “You sure do. Too bad nobody’s ever taught you what you can do with them.”

  “You think you can give me a lesson?”

  “I damn well know I can. Look at that hard-on you’ve got. You’re not going to let it go to waste, are you? Come on, let me have it. Let me make it feel good for you.”

  “Shit,” Barry sputtered.

  “Do you want me to suck you, like you’ve never been sucked before?” Hector whispered, his breath hot against Barry’s face. His mouth hovered an inch above Barry’s panting lips. “Do you want me to suck you dry, baby? To suck every drop of your hot jism right out of that big fat dick of yours? To ram that big stud cock you’ve got there between your legs straight down my throat and suck it until you blast your nuts off inside my mouth and give me all of your sweet come? Want me to do that for starters, buddy?”

  “Man, you really are gay, aren’t you?” Barry blurted out. “I’ve never met a guy who talked like that.”

  “No? You haven’t? You just haven’t circulated in the right places, I guess. Anyway, I’m not all talk. I’m all action, too, once I get started. Are you going to let me start in on you, and give your dick a nice hot mouth massage?”

  “Oh, Hector! God!” Barry moaned, actually shivering, he was so turned on by the other guy’s lewd suggestion. “I can’t believe— Yes! Yes, suck me! Only I want to suck yours, too. Even though I’ve never done it before. I want to suck your cock!”

  Chapter Three

  “Jesus, Rambo!” Hector swore. “Once you make up your mind and get started, you don’t waste any time, do you?”

  “Sorry,” Barry muttered.

  “Oh, don’t apologize. You’re doing just fine.”

  “I don’t want to do anything that might turn you off.”

  “Trust me. Not much danger of that.”

  It was in fact Hector who was telling himself to calm down, to take things slowly, so as not to scare Barry off. He’d have to be careful not to behave toward Barry the way he might respond to a more experienced, even jaded trick. A display of whorish abandon might turn the macho young Marine off. Still, Hector couldn’t help congratulating himself on the progress the two of them had already made. He’d never dared to hope that Barry would come out of the closet this fast. Hector wanted to ram his fuck tool right between those beautiful red lips that very minute, wanted to fuck that handsome face, but he forced himself to keep the lid on his simmering lust.

  It wasn’t for nothing that Hector was an experienced fisherman. He was dangling the bait in front of Barry, but he wasn’t hooked. Not yet. Hector didn’t want to risk losing him by exposing him to too much too fast.

  Reciprocal cocksucking, if it turned out to be among the items on the evening’s agenda, could come later. He’d teach Barry how to suck, all right. All in good time. There was no need to hurry. Not with the blond stud in such a cooperative mood.

  “Don’t rush it, man,” Hector advised. “Let’s just touch each other first, for as long as we want to. Or for as long as we can fucking stand it before we both get so turned on we’ll want to ball like animals. All night long, preferably! Go on, you can touch me, anywhere you like. Here, feel my cock, feel how hard it is from just being here with you naked. God, you turn me on, you fucker! Feel it?”

  Barry’s fingers were already brushing over Hector’s belly. Hector grasped the blond’s wrist and guided his hand down lower, pressing his palm against the shaft of his horny prick. It was already swollen with arousal, and when Barry eagerly grasped it and began to stroke it, the shaft lengthened and thickened even more, with an almost alarming rapidity.

  Hector choked back a cry of wild excitement when Barry tightened his powerful grip around that big hard fuck tool of his and began to pump on it passionately. You’d never have suspected it was the very first time the younger man had ever touched another guy’s prick.

  “Oh hell, Hector, it’s so fucking big!” the blond breathed in awe.

  “Play with it all you want. And with my balls, too. Yeah, go ahead, play with my big balls, too, please, baby!” Hector pleaded, parting his thighs to give Barry room to plunge his hand between them to explore his scrotum. “They’re real sensitive. Oh yeah, do it just like that,” he added, when Barry’s fingertips began to tickle his testicles and move them around inside their sac.

  Hector thrust his head down and pressed his wet lips to Barry’s sleek shoulder muscles, slowly working his way down that rugged young torso, leaving behind a trail of languid, wet-lipped kisses that seemed to thrill Barry like so many electric shocks. The blond stud writhed and yelped when Hector’s lips once again closed firmly around his left nipple and his wet, slick tongue flick rapidly over that sensitive brown disc.

  As the tit hardened and throbbed, Hector teased it gently with his teeth.

  Barry buried both hands into Hector’s shock of stiffly upward-thrusting hair. Hector was experienced enough to recognize Barry’s ambivalence. The poor kid was no doubt the prey of conflicting impulses. On the one hand, Barry probably wanted to pull Hector’s head away from his chest, but on the other hand Hector was confident that the sensation of being tit-sucked was so intense, though almost painfully so, that, instead, Barry found himself pushing Hector’s mouth against his pec, urging him to suck harder and lick at his tit with his hot tongue some more. And Hector, who always aimed to please the men he played around with, did exactly that.

  He was rewarded by a breathless torrent of praise and encouragement from Barry’s lips.

  “Oh God, Hector. Fuck! What’re you fucking doing to me, man? Lick it, lick my tit. Suck it. Oh Jesus Christ, that feels so wild, so good, Hector! Oh yeah, suck on it! God! Bite it! Bite my tit! Chew on it! Oh, oh! I can’t stand it! Oh suck it, ahhh!”

  But then Barry literally screame
d with raw excitement when Hector closed his teeth around the tit trapped in his mouth and seized his other, neglected nipple between his fingertips and pinched it roughly, rolling the reddish-brown cone around and around, massaging the hard pectoral muscle surrounding the tortured tit as he sucked on its mate.

  When he had tired of this play, Hector rested his own cheek on Barry’s chest, panting lightly to regain his breath. Barry’s hands trembled as they reached up to stroke his dark hair and the back of his neck. He did so timidly at first, but then with increasing boldness and pleasure. Hector suppressed a smirk as he recognized the symptoms. Barry was getting into it, all right. Hector had succeeded in getting his big stud good and hot. So hot that he’d be helpless to resist any further advances on Hector’s part.

  The blond’s big body stirred voluptuously beneath Hector’s, and the more experienced boy could feel the impressive mass of Barry’s hard-on rubbing against his belly and groin. His own prick throbbed in empathetic response to the pressure. Hector decided that it was now time to stop fooling around, and get down to some serious business.

  “Now I’m going to suck you, baby,” Hector announced in a triumphant whisper. “I’m going to suck you dry. You’ll see, I’ll take good care of that hard cock of yours.”

  Barry whimpered and shivered in the other guy’s arms at the mere thought.

  “Yes, Hector, please,” he moaned. “Please blow me, I’m so hard up! So damn horny! Suck me!”

  But Hector decided to tease him a little first. He ran his tongue over those solid pecs again for a moment, kissing each hard-pointed teat, then moved his head down Barry’s broad torso, tongue-wetting the smooth tanned skin and corded muscle of the guy’s flat belly, thrusting the tip of his tongue into the deep-puckered navel as far as it would go, making Barry bite his lip and squirm at the novel sensation.