Chapter 6
"Une moment, s'il vous plait," the overseas operator told Bob.
Une moment, une moment ... he didn't know how many une moments he could keep waiting. It took forever to get a phone call through to France and this was to be probably the most important phone call of his life.
"Hallo," he heard the familiar voice-at last.
Angelique!
"Darling," he gushed into the receiver. "I've been trying to get you for hours!"
"Bobby!" her voice was as delighted as he had hoped.
Now to the real reason for the call. After the small talk that was always necessary, he had the one burning question that he had waited to ask.
"Will you marry me?"
"Comme ca?" came the voice. "What did you say?"
"I said, 'Will you marry me'? " he repeated. "But of course," came the hoped for reply. "Really?" Bob couldn't believe that she'd said yes.
"Of course, I'll marry you, you silly boy," Angelique said. "I had never dared dream though that you would ask me. I thought that I was just an episode in your very colorful life."
"An episode!" Bob objected. "You are my life!"
"How sweet you are, Bobby," she said. "How very sweet."
Details on planes and when she would arrive in New York and all of that took nearly half an our. At seven dollars a minute ... but it was worth it. If only she would hurry and get there. Fast. Fast. Fast.
Finally, all those mundane details were taken care of. She would be arriving in a week. If only he could wait.
"Oh, and what about ... " he stuttered.
"What about what?" Angelique asked.
"What about ... Philippe," he finally asked. "Will he be coming for the wedding, too."
"Why," she laughed, "do you want to marry him, too?"
Bob felt the color rush to his face. If she could have seen him, she would have known everything. Too much. More than he himself knew. Or admitted. But he felt that he wanted to see Philippe one more time. Just to make sure that the fears he had were groundless. He was a man after wall, wasn't he?
"Of course not, silly," Bob laughed into the phone. "I just thought he would want to be at his sister's wedding."
"Of course, he will come," Angelique said. "He wouldn't miss it for the world. He has always loved New York. We'll have a wonderful time, all three of us."
Then all was settled.
The phone back in its cradle, Bob lay back on his bed and reflected. The three of us ... yes.
"Holy shit," Buddy said. "Married! you were serious about your French crumpet then weren't
"Deadly serious," Bob said.
"Here's your drinks, boys," Eunice said, slinging the glasses onto the table.
"Thanks, kid," Buddy said. "How about that blow job, now?"
"Get your buddy to do it," Eunice joked. "I hear he's good at it."
Bob turned beet red.
"That fucking slut," he said.
"Hey," Buddy said. "Don't get all hot under the collar. She didn't mean anything by that. What's the matter you sensitive or something?"
Bob took a long, hard look at Buddy. He had been asleep, hadn't he?
"I just don't think that's funny," Bob said.
"Well, don't get your fucking bowels in an uproar about it," Buddy said. "Hell, some of my best friends ... "
"Some of your best friends what?" Bob demanded.
"I happen to enjoy a good blow job," Buddy said. "And I don't give a fuck who gives it to me."
Bob gave him a quizzical look.
"You mean you've let guys ... ? "
"Sure," said Buddy. "Haven't you?"
"Hell, no," Bob said, a little too loudly.
"Well," said Buddy, "don't knock it if you haven't tried it."
"Drink your drink," Bob said, hoisting his beer and downing it. "Hey, Eunice. Two more!"
"Sure, if you think you can handle it," Eunice called.
Handle it. Hell, I can handle anything, Bob thought to himself. Especially now that Angelique is on her way.
Angelique! Just the thought of her gave him a hard on.
"Think you could handle this?" Buddy said.
Bob glanced over at his friend. Buddy had his cock out and was slapping it on the table.
"Holy Christ," Bob said. "Put that away, you nut!"
Buddy fell back to his seat, howling with laughter.
"Well, you always say you can handle anything that comes your way."
He WAS asleep, wasn't he? Bob felt nervous.
"Listen, friend. I know what you need," Buddy said. He had his dick back in his pants now. "The wildest, most far out bachelor party every thrown in this here town."
"A bachelor party!" Bob said. "You've got to be kidding."
"Yeah," Buddy said. "Watch me. I'll throw you a bachelor party that no one will ever forget."
Bob had to admit it, when Buddy promised something, he delivered.
The party was held in an after-hours bar, one that Bob had never even heard of, let alone been to. There was a disco floor, a couple of bars and an area with couches and large glass tables. The people that Buddy had invited, too, were some far out types, Bob had to admit. He knew most of the guests, but there were some that he hadn't met. Girls with pink hair, green hair, wearing little or less and some rather strange young men, too.
"Well, do I know how to do it, or don't I?" Buddy asked him at the height of the party.
Or what Bob thought up to that time was the height.
"You sure do, Buddy," Bob said. "I got to hand it to you."
"No, let me hand it to you," Buddy said. And with that he whipped out his cock and grabbed Bob's hand and placed it firmly around it.
Bob jumped like his hand was on fire, but Buddy's grip was stronger than he would have thought.
"Oh no, my friend, this is a bachelor party and anything goes," Buddy said, holding Bob's hand firmly on his cock. With his free hand he grabbed for Bob's meat.
Bob jerked back but Buddy was faster than he was. He took a full hold on Bob's cock through his pants and Bob felt the old whopper starting to rise. He'd had quite a lot to drink by this point and anything was going to excite him, especially since there were some pretty foxy chicks in attendance at this soiree and they were asking it obvious that this was not going to be an ice cream social.
"Come on, guy," Buddy said. "Give me a hand job, I'll do the same for you."
Bob didn't know what was happening to him. Buddy let go his grip on his arm, but Bob did not release his hold on Buddy's cock that was starting to get hard now. Buddy quickly undid Bob's pants and took out his now half-hard cock.
The two friends stood there in the midst of this bacchanalian orgy stroking each other's meat as the party whirled around them.
"That's quite a piece of equipment you've got there," Buddy remarked as Bob's cock grew to its full ten-inches. "Let's see what it can do."
Before Bob knew what was happening, Buddy had dropped to his knees and was taking the head of his dick into his mouth.
Bob couldn't believe it.
He just stood there letting Buddy suck on his cock. The kid that he'd been so afraid of waking up that night. Now here he was blowing him.
And doing a damned fine job of it, too, Bob had to admit.
Buddy's hot little tongue was licking at the piss-slit in the head of Bob's cock while his hand moved firmly up and down the thick shaft of it, giving Bob a thrill that ran up his spine and into his eyebrows.
Bob gave into it and spread his legs, standing there while Buddy went down on him.
"Hey, you guys need any help?" a pink-haired punked out girl said. "Or you want to be alone?"
"Come right on over here," Bob said. "You're just what the doctor ordered."
The girl giggled and wriggled her behind as she slid up beside Bob and Buddy. Bob slipped his hand inside the girl's bra and got a handful of firm young tittie.
Meanwhile, Buddy was really going to town on his cock, sucking and licking it along the shaft and then sticking the tip of his tongue into the piss slit on the head of it.
Bob loved the way it felt. He had to admit that his friend was an expert cocksucker.
Suddenly, Buddy stopped.
He jumped to his feet and grabbed Bob by the neck.
"Your turn, stud," he said. "Go down, Moses." The slender kid was much stronger than Bob had thought possible and he was forced to buckle his knees as Buddy pushed him towards the floor. He knelt in front of Buddy and Buddy shoved his hard cock into Bob's face.
"Suck it, bridegroom," he said. "It may be your last chance."
Bob stiffened. He felt the dick slap him in the mouth, but his lips stayed closed.
"Suck it, I said," Buddy urged, slapping his dick across Bob's face. "Suck my cock, you little French lover."
Bob resisted. He pulled back, trying to struggle to his feet.
"Come on, guy," the pink-haired girl said. "Do your buddy a favor. He did you one."
Bob looked up at Buddy. The androgynous red-haired lad was standing there above him, his hard cock poised at Bob's lips.
"Come on, Bob, you can do it," Buddy urged. "Try it, you'll like it."
Bob hesitated.
"Do it," the pink-haired girl said. "I'll give you something good if you do it."
She lifted the short skirt she was wearing and wriggled her butt. Her hairy snatch was dyed pink, too.
What the hell, Bob thought.
He opened his lips and Buddy slid his meat home.
Bob's mouth nearly gagged as Buddy's cock slid into it. It was against everything that he'd every believed about himself, but he was enjoying it in spite of all.
He really was. The feel of Buddy's cock in his mouth, the way it filled him up, the way it pressed his tongue flat against the bottom of his mouth, the way it tasted, the way it felt ... it was exciting. Forbidden and exciting.
"Ahhhhh, yeah," Buddy moaned. "That's it, Bobby boy, suck that cock, man, suck it good."
Bob gagged as Buddy slid his cock all they way in, sliding it down his throat, filling him with the strong, rancid taste of a man's penis.
Bob sputtered and choked, but Buddy was not about to let him go. He grabbed hold of Bob's head and forced him to keep it down his throat, taking the whole length of Buddy's prick into his hot mouth.
Bob's own cock was bobbing now, it was throbbing. He was more excited than he could ever remember having been. He was sucking this man's cock and he was liking it! Liking it!
God, what was happening to him?
He couldn't believe that he was doing it, that he was really sucking on Buddy's cock and liking it. Not just liking it, loving it!
He grabbed hold of Buddy's legs and pulled the red-haired youth closer to him, driving the cock down his own throat as he sucked on that cock, taking all of that hot, hard dick down his gullet, sucking and licking and loving every fucking minute of it.
"Hey, hang on there, friend," Buddy said, pulling away from Bob's grasping, hungry mouth. "Slow down, the party's hardly begun."
Bob knelt there where he was, abashed at what he had done. And about how he had felt doing it. What was happening to him? He didn't understand.
"Okay, big boy," the pink-haired girl said, moving into position where Buddy had been. "Here's your cookie. Eat it."
She pulled up her skirt and rammed her snatch under Bob's nose. He could smell the heady aroma of woman. He licked his lips and dived in, tasting what he had smelled.
"He loves it!" the girl squeal. "He loves it even more than he loves cock!"
Bob grabbed the girl's legs, spreading them wide, diving his tongue deeper and deeper into her hot, honey-tasting love pot. He licked at the hot, wet walls of her pink love slit, sucking, licking, plunging his hot tongue deep.
Buddy dropped to the floor and grabbed hold of Bob's dick and began to suck on it. He was lying on his back, his mouth wide open and Bob began to fuck Buddy in the mouth while he ate out the pink-haired girl's steamy snatch.
"Lick it, baby," she grunted. "Lick mama's honey pot. Take that sweet stuff, baby. Love it, love mama's honey."
He felt her hands on his head guiding him, making him dive all the way to his nose into her pink-dyed snatch bush.
Buddy gobbled at Bob's cock, reaching inside his pants and freeing Bob's balls, letting them slap against his nose as he took the whole ten inches of Bob's red hot love power into his throat, sucking and licking and eating that manmeat while Bob eagerly diddled the clit of the writhing punker with his tongue, his teeth, his lips.
"Suck pussy, mother-fucker," she growled. "Suck mama's hot pussy."
She ground her hips and writhed and wriggled as Bob felt his cock being eaten alive by the hot red-haired boy on the floor. Buddy was really going to town on Bob's cock, sucking the juices, the pre-cum flow that was flooding his mouth as he lay on the floor below Bob.
The whole thing was making Bob dizzy. He had to stop for a minute.
He forced himself loose from the grip of the punk girl and got up from the kneeling position where he was being sucked off by Buddy.
"Break time," he gasped. "I need a drink."
He flopped down on one of the couches and lay back.
"What's the matter, man, can't take the heat?" Buddy was grinning from ear to ear, his hard cock still extending from his open zipper.
"It's really hot in here," Bob said. "Can I get a drink?"
"You can get anything you damned well want," Buddy said. "It's your party. Hang loose, I'll be right back."
Bob lay back against the velvet cushions of the couch and tried to piece together what was happening to him. Not only had he let a guy suck on his dick, but he had sucked the guy's dick too. And he was loving it!
What the hell was going on?
"Here," Buddy said, thrusting a tall dark glass in Bob's face, "drink that."
Bob grabbed the drink and downed half of it. It tasted like liquid fire.
"What the fuck ... "
"Just drink it," Buddy said. "Trust me."
Might as well trust him, Bob thought. Hell, I've been sucking his cock. What else could go wrong?
"You've got too many clothes on," Buddy said. "That's why you're too hot. Here, let me help you.
With that he reached for Bob's belt buckle and began to loosen it. Bob lay back and let Buddy do what he wanted. Buddy soon had his pants down and Bob was struggling to help Buddy get them off him. His shirt came off next and soon he was naked. Lying on the couch in the disco, naked.
Buddy began to remove his own clothes as well as had most of the other people around them. Whirling naked bodies were entwined with one another everywhere. Male, female ... what difference did it make anymore, Bob thought to himself as he felt a warm mouth encircle his cock. Who the hell cares?
Bob lay back on the couch and looked down at his crotch. It was the pink-haired girl. She was going down on him and doing a terrific knob of it too. The only thing was that she had too many teeth and they were sharp.
"Ouch!" Bob exclaimed. "Watch the teeth."
Something was mumbled by the pink-haired girl who didn't miss a stroke. Bob lay back to enjoy it.
But then there was an element added that he hadn't dare even think about.
Buddy got up on the couch and squatted over Bob's face.
"Suck out my ass, mother-fucker," Buddy said. "You'll love it."
Buddy squirmed his firm little behind onto Bob's face and Bob opened his mouth and let his tongue slide up into that familiar dark hole that he had loved that night in Buddy's apartment. The kid HAD been asleep, HADN'T HE?
Who the hell cares, he's wide awake now, Bob thought, and so am I.
He reached up and grabbed hold of Buddy's thighs, forcing the boy even harder down on his face as his tongue did triple time in and out of the hot, sweet hole of his little ass. Bob loved it.
And the pink-haired punker was really giving his cock a workout. She was holding fast to the shaft of the meatstick and running her tongue faster than a lizard with speed pills. Her hot tongue licked and slashed at his cock as Buddy wriggled his ass, letting Bob's tongue really do a number this time. No need to be careful about waking up Buddy now. Buddy was wide awake!
"Yeah, Bob, that's it, suck that ass-hole, suck it, man, suck my hot ass."
Buddy was really getting hot. Bob reached up and took hold of his friend's cock. It was hard as a rock. Hard and long.
Buddy suddenly pulled himself away from Bob's hot tongue and turned around.
"Now suck on this some more, old married man, suck my cock."
Buddy's cock slipped easily into Bob's mouth now. Bob opened wide, taking the whole length of his friend's meat inside. He didn't choke now. He was doing it the way the girl was sucking on his own cock-open throat. Taking the whole cock all the way up to the balls which slapped against his chin as Bob deep throated his friend.
"Yeah, Bob, that's it," Buddy groaned. "Take my cock, man. Take it. I love the way you suck it. I love the way you bridegrooms do it. like it was your last lollipop."
Buddy grabbed Bob by the ears and rimmed his head down hard, hard, hard on his cock, filling Bob's hot mouth with the full, tasty length of his cock. Bob sputtered, but didn't lose it. He reached up a hand and found Buddy's hot little ass-hole and rammed a finger inside.
"Ahhhhhh!" Buddy exclaimed feeling the finger slip inside. He wriggled his butt, taking the whole finger in there while bob sucked on his cock.
"That's good, man," Buddy said. "That's real good. But I know something even better."
Buddy pulled himself away from Bob's hot tongue and his eager finger. The pink-haired girl moved away as Buddy slipped down, turned around and squatted over Bob's prick. He reached behind him and grabbed the shaft of Bob's cock and poised the head of it at the point of his hot little rose bud and then whammed it all the way to the nuts in one stroke.
Bpb thought his heart would explode as he felt the tight, hot grip of Buddy's butt hole circling his thick ten-inch cock. He rammed himself upwards from the couch as Buddy rammed downwards, meeting him stroke for stroke. He filled Buddy's ass with his cock and Buddy groaned with sheer, unadulterated joy.
"Fuck me, man, fuck my hot ass. Fuck it, you cocksucker, fuck my ass, mother-fucker."
Bob felt the hot cream inside his nuts reach the boiling point. He knew that Buddy's ass was going to get filled and filled good.
He was fucking Buddy. And Buddy was loving it. He was taking every hot, strong inch of Bob ten-incher and wriggling his ass down as hard and as fast as he could, taking that cock, taking it all and yelling for more.
Bob gave it to him.
Ram!
Bob's cock shoved all the way up inside Buddy's butt as Buddy met him stroke for stroke.
"Fuck that ass, man, fuck it good."
It was the punk girl with the pink hair. She was really getting off watching Bob fuck Buddy. She was fingering her clit and bringing herself off. She stood just to the side of them and watched as the hot ten inches filled Buddy's eager ass. Buddy was wriggling his behind, taking all that Bob had to offer and begging for more.
Bob rammed.
SPURT!
Buddy was cumming!
SPURT!
He was getting fucked and cumming at the same time. SPURT!
Bob felt the spasms of Buddy's fuck juice as it squirted into the air. He gripped Buddy around the waist and used him like a rag doll, pulling him down harder and harder on his cock, making him cum while Bob's own ten-incher drilled halfway up to his throat.
"Take it, you little cocksucker," Bob grunted. "Take my cock. Take it all, cocksucker, take cock!"
The pink-haired girl fell on her knees in front of Buddy and grabbed hold of his spurting cock. She bobbed her head up and down, trying to keep up with the wild motions that Bob was putting Buddy through, taking the head of his cock into her mouth and licking up the cum as it spurted out. She was licking it up as Bob fucked the hell out of Buddy.
"Eat it, bitch," Bob yelled. "Eat his cum, eat it, cumsucker!"
Bob felt his own nuts ready to explode. He gripped Buddy firmly and plowed him down on his cock as he let go.
SPLAT!
Bob's cum shot off inside Buddy's ass-hole. SPLAT!
Buddy shivered as he felt the hot load empty inside him. SPLAT!
Bob lifted them both off the couch, holding onto Buddy like an airplane as he knocked the punk girl to the floor.
He held Buddy around the waist, pumping his load into his ass as the girl sprawled on the floor, licking up the cum that was shooting all over from Buddy's cock.
SPLAT!
SPURT!
WHAM!
Bob let go with his load and Buddy fell forward from the waist, suspended like a used condom as his own cock dripped into the waiting mouth of the pink-haired punker.
Party favors!