Four Weddings 01: The Uncle

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This is one of a set of four 750-word stories, each told from the perspective of a different wedding guest. The order: Uncle, Groomsman, Aunt, Waitress. The first two are Gay Male and self-contained. The last pair are Lesbian and are also self-contained.

My wife and I prefer young lovers. For this, weddings are perfect. Young. Impressionable. Aglow with romance. Desperate not to miss NSA sex.

This was my sister’s oldest daughter’s, who was twenty-five. There’s not much to be done until the mingling that comes after the ceremony, but once there, my wife and I wandered about, for all the world like the perfect twenty-five-year married couple. But we were each looking for the person we’d take to our separate rooms for the night.

I looked from man to man. Two caught my eye. One guest seemed uncomfortable with his (woman) date. But it was the other who held my attention. At five-seven or so, he was shorter than the other groomsmen. And me. More delicate features. I saw he too was looking for his own man.

I introduced myself Ankara escort as the bride’s uncle at the bar. I gave him my go-to handshake, strong and lingering a moment longer than necessary. His lips were soft. I imagined how they’d feel against my cock. Whether his mouth could handle me since I’ve been told by more than one lover that I was “the biggest” they’d ever had. Would I rip his asshole apart? Would he scream? Would I ruin him for a normal-sized man?

He held my grip and put his left hand on my right, saying how pleased he was to meet me. Knew the groom from college. Then he disappeared but I caught him looking my way now and then. Definitely interested. He’d discover what it’s like to feel a real cock. I watched him chat at his table, impatient for his evening to end. And his night to begin.

At our table, I pointed him out to my wife.

“He seems awfully small.”

“I’ve taken smaller.” I had to laugh. “They’re so appreciative.”

She smiled. “Have fun.”

After dinner, he stood near a window, a brandy Ankara escort bayan snifter in hand. He, like the other groomsmen, wore a light-gray suit with a white shirt and cream tie. A carnation boutonniere. He was displaying himself for me. He said “hello again” when I stepped up to him. It was a game. I knew he was mine. Small talk about each other. I told him that my wife and I had separate rooms, and offered to show mine to him.

“That’d be nice. I’d like that.”

We agreed to meet by the elevator on the top floor at ten-thirty. He said he was looking forward to it. He headed to the dancefloor and I returned to my wife, who was over by my sister’s table sitting between her and her other niece, a few years younger than the bride. I walked to her, said hello to the other two and whispered, “I’m in. Or soon will be.” She smiled again, told me I was a bad boy, and resumed talking.

They were among the few still in the dining room when I left to go the dancefloor. There I saw a bride’s maid dangling from the shoulders of my Escort Ankara groomsman for a slow number. Oh, girlie, you will be very disappointed. When done, a conga line began and she and him and others wound around, with me getting a Macallan’s at the bar to watch. I’d had a fair amount to drink, but a Macallan’s helps me relax. It never gets in the way of my erection.

Shit, he was handsome. Smooth and natural in movement. His hands seemed gentle on the hips of the woman who was ahead of him in the line, laughing with the rest. I looked at my Rolex. Ten-twenty. I had to get going. As he came around, I caught his eye and gave him a slight nod, which he returned. My wife was there with my sister and niece, and I waved goodnight to her. She blew me a kiss.

The conga line screwed up my timing so I was at the rendezvous point before he came bounding up the stairs. He was a bit sweaty from his dance, but he looked excited too. I told him the room number, and we headed that way. I didn’t care if anyone saw us, and I opened the door with my keycard. I’d prepared the bed, and three open condoms and lube were on the nightstand. He was going to enjoy this. He was going to enjoy me, and I him. I smiled as I held open the door for him and watched him enter. I turned on the light.

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