Chapter 7
The small wedding chapel that Bob had arranged for the wedding of himself and Angelique was overflowing with friends, family, acquaintances and hangers-on. He looked through the door of the room where he and Buddy (his best man, of course) were waiting.
"Quite a mob," Bob said.
"Yeah," Buddy said. "Almost as much fun as the bachelor party."
Bob whirled around to face Buddy.
"Don't mention that, please!"
He was terrified that Buddy would let slip something about the bachelor party to Angelique.
"Don't worry, buddy boy," Buddy said. "My lips are sealed."
Not permanently, I hope, Bob thought to himself. That Buddy could sure suck a mean cock. What am I thinking of?! ! ! Bob thought, alarmed. I'm going to get married. All that kind of thing is past. That one night was it!
"Don't be so nervous," Buddy said. "The bride is supposed to be the nervous one, not the groom."
"I've got a lot to be nervous about," Bob said. His parents were not too happy about the idea of him marrying a French girl that they had never even met. They had always assumed that he would marry one of the girls from his hometown-or at least an American!
"She'll cheat on you," his father had said. "They always do."
"What do we know about her family?" his mother had asked. "Who are her people?"
Bob had been infuriated with them. He would not discuss the matter. They had reluctantly agreed to attend the wedding anyway.
How big of them, Bob thought.
"It's time to take your places," a minister's assistant told Bob-through the door where he was still peeking at the mob assembled to watch him wed the most beautiful woman he had ever known-and the sexiest.
Where was Philippe? he thought as he and Buddy left the waiting room and walked to their places at the front of the little chapel.
The flowers gave off an aroma of sex. Angelique had chosen them, strange flowers that he had never seen before.
The organ began the wedding march and Bob turned to watch Angelique walk down the aisle and become his.
Philippe! There he was, at Angelique's side. He was going to give her away!
Bob didn't really know anything about their parents. Maybe they didn't have any for all he knew. Maybe they were dead. Maybe Angelique and Philippe were orphans. Who cared?
The two blonde's made the most beautiful couple Bob had ever seen-brother and sister-angels.
Or devils?
Bob felt his head spinning.
Angelique was dressed in an antique lace gown, the veil was of a gossamer fabric that did not hide her face from view. It was a stunning sight.
And Philippe! He looked so handsome in his formal clothes. Bob remembered how Philippe had looked the first time he had seen him-naked!
He thought of that day on "La plage" as they called it-Philippe lying naked beside him on the beach and Angelique running towards them, her magnificent breasts just barely contained in the yellow bikini that she had been wearing-sopping wet from the sea from which she had just emerged, like Venus!
Bob felt his cock starting to get hard.
Now stop that, he told himself, this is a serious occasion, not a time to get horny. That comes later!
Finally, Angelique and Philippe were in place beside Bob and Buddy.
The minister began the ceremony.
Bob hardly heard the words. He had gone through the rehearsal alright so he was able to give the responses without making a fool of himself.
"And the ring?"
Bob reached his hand out to Buddy who was holding the ring. Buddy placed it in Bob's hand and gave Bob's hand a strong squeeze.
He gulped and reached for Angelique's delicate hand. The ring slipped easily onto her finger and Bob relaxed.
The rest of the ceremony went by him as if in a dream and then it was time to kiss his bride. He lifted her veil and there it was-that incredible face!
Bob moved forward to kiss her and just happened to glance over her shoulder.
Philippe's face greeted him. If he thought Angelique was beautiful, what about Philippe?
The lad was even more beautiful than his sister, if that was possible. The look on Philippe's face was beatific-as though he knew a secret that no one else knew.
Bob kissed Angelique and thought he heard bells.
The organ blared out and the ceremony was over. Bob and Angelique were married!
The joy he felt as they marched out of the wedding chapel was a feeling Bob had never known. Safety!
That was the only word he could think of to describe the feeling. Safety from feelings that he didn't understand and didn't want to understand. Feelings that came to him whenever he saw Philippe and now when he saw Buddy.
And other men.
Bob was beginning to realize that he had feelings of lust for handsome men.
But now he was married to Angelique. All those feelings would disappear-forever!
The reception was in full swing as Bob finally had a moment to catch his breath. So many congratulations. So much envy from his male friends over the luck he had had in marrying such a beautiful girl.
Angelique was a hit.
And so was Philippe.
The charming French pair had totally captivated even Bob's parents. Everyone agreed that Bob was really a lucky man.
"How about a three-way sometime?" Buddy asked.
"Buddy!" Bob was shocked. This was not some cheap hooker or a wild party girl like the pink-haired punker at Bob's bachelor party. This was his bride!
"Okay, okay," Buddy said. "Just a joke." Some joke, Bob thought.
"Then how about introducing me to that hot looking brother of hers?" Buddy pressed on.
Jesus! Bob thought. Buddy would go after anything-male or female. What kind of a weird hairpin was he, anyway?
"You're not serious," Bob said.
"Dead serious," Buddy said. "He's the hottest looking thing I've ever seen. Man, look at that ass of his."
Bob glanced to where Buddy was pointing. Philippe was dancing with a girl from Visions and the movements of his behind were indeed quite provocative. Bob remembered what that ass looked like naked, and he could understand Buddy's feelings. Sure, Philippe would be a good fuck.
What am I thinking, Bob caught himself. I've just married his sister!
"Well, are you going to introduce me or not?" Buddy urged.
"Introduce yourself," Bob said. He had better things to do than to fix up Buddy with his brother-in-law. Wow! that sounded strange. Brother-in-law Philippe!
"Fine," Buddy said. "I will."
With that he vanished into the crowd that was milling around the reception hall. Bob looked for Angelique and spotted her talking with a group of men. Naturally, Bob thought. They's all hover around her.
He had his first feelings of jealousy over his new bride. But he knew that she was his! And that he was hers-only hers.
Buddy's mouth covered Philippe's and the French youth was responding with typical Gallic passion.
They were in a private room secreted behind the main area where the reception was still going on.
"Whew! You take away my breath," Philippe said, pulling away from the deep throat kiss that Buddy was giving him.
"I'd like to take more than your breath," Buddy said, rubbing a hand over Philippe's incredible butt.
"The feeling is mutual," Philippe said, returning the gesture. He liked the feel of the red-haired boy's ass as much as Buddy was enjoying his own.
They pressed their bodies tightly to each others and it was obvious that they both had rock hard dicks. The feeling of hard dick against hard dick through clothes can be even more exciting than complete nudity.
They two of them were getting hotter and hotter as they continued to embrace and rub each other's asses.
Something had to give.
It was Philippe's zipper that gave first.
At Buddy's hand.
Buddy unzipped the fly of Philippe's pants and reached his hand inside. He was delighted at the size and thickness of the dick that he found there. He encircled it with his hand and pulled it out through the opening of Philippe's pants.
Philippe reached for Buddy's zipper and soon they both had their cocks out. Buddy was playing with Philippe's and Philippe was handling
Buddy's red hot cock with his cool hand.
The thickness of Phillipe's cock was surprising to Buddy. Since the lad was so slender and delicate looking, Buddy had assumed that his cock would be slender also. But not so. The cock was a good handful and long-nearly as long and thick as Bob's, which Buddy remembered well.
Buddy had nothing to complain about in the cock department either. His cock was thick, short but thick. It was about eight inches, but seemed shorter because it was so thick-shaped more or less like a beer can.
Buddy slipped down and took the head of Philippe's prick in his mouth. A sigh escaped from Philippe's lips as he felt the warm mouth surround his cockhead.
Ooooh, that feels good, he thought. Do it more.
Buddy seemed to be reading Philippe's mind as he sank to his knees and took a healthy part of Philippe's tumescent tube into his mouth, suckling on it as he reached into Philippe's fly and groped for the balls. He pulled them out through the opening and handled them with his fingers as he sucked on the French boy's magnificent piece of meat.
Philippe put his hands on Buddy's shoulders and balanced himself as he began to sway slightly bacKwards and forwards, fucking Buddy in the mouth.
Buddy was taking it all now. He was letting his tongue do a lot of the work, but he had opened his throat to take the French boy's prick all the way down. Sucking and licking at the hot throbbing cock as he played with Philippe's balls.
"Ooooo," Philippe whispered. "That is so good. So very good. Do it to me. Suck my cock, please suck my cock."
Buddy was going to town on Philippe's prick. He was licking the head of it and then taking the whole thing down his throat, giving Philippe quite a thrill.
Philippe was really humping his cock into that mouth too. RAM!
He shoved his cock all the way down Buddy's throat and Buddy could take it too. No gagging, no choking, just good red hot cocksucking.
Buddy grabbed hold of his own cock with his free hand and began to slowly jerk on it. He felt the thickness of his own meat as he sucked the French lad's huge cock.
"Suck it, please. Please suck it."
Buddy was more than happy to please Philippe.
Slipping his tongue along the side of Philippe's prick, Buddy let the tip of it touch Philippe's balls. The youth shuddered. That was it, Buddy thought.
He released his mouth hold on the cock and began to suck on Philippe's nuts. First one then the other as he continued to manipulate the long, thick cock with his hand.
Philippe groaned and moaned in sheer pleasure as Buddy sucked on his nuts. There was nothing like the feeling of having someone suck on your balls, Philippe thought. It was wonderful! Magnifique!
Buddy released the cock and moved his hands up to undo the buttons on the top of Philippe's pants. They came loose and Buddy quickly slipped his hands behind Philippe and grasped the ass that he had been after since the first moment he had seen the lad.
Philippe's ass was smooth, smooth and hard. The muscles were tense as Buddy continued to suck the boy's balls and to play with his ass.
Philippe's pants slipped down and Buddy had a good hold on his ass as he pulled the boy closer to him, exploring that wonderful ass with his hands and fingers. He felt the strong, muscular curvature of the buttocks and the deep cleft between the two melon-like globes of Philippe's terrific ass.
Then a finger slipped into the tiny hole that was nestled in the crack of Philippe's ass and a moan of ecstasy escaped Philippe's lips.
Buddy plunged the finger in. He loved the hot, tight feel of the boy's ass as he sucked on his balls and drove Philippe near the edge.
Buddy could feel the weight of the balls in his mouth as he sucked them deep into the hot wetness of his oral cavity. They filled his mouth as he rolled them around on his tongue, all the while sliding his finger in and out of Philippe's hot little butt hole. The French boy was going wild with the feeling!
"Take my prick!" he groaned. "Take my prick!"
Buddy suddenly stopped. He stood up and pressed his lips once more to Philippe's. They mingled their tongues together and Buddy held tight to Philippe's ass, exploring the depth of the tight little butt hole with his finger, first one finger then two.
Philippe was beside himself now. He wanted more-much more.
Buddy led him over to a table that was at the side of the small room they had found. He turned Philippe towards the table and pushed him forward.
Philippe grasped the table as Buddy pulled Philippe's pants all the way down to the ankles. He was bent over the table now, his ass sticking out, his pants all the way down.
Buddy dropped to his knees and began kissing the beautiful ass. He kissed and licked at it with his tongue. Then he reached through Philippe's outspread legs and grabbed hold of the boy's huge prick and pulled it back. He kissed the head of Philippe's cock and then took the whole head into his mouth.
Philippe let out a sigh of sheer joy as he felt the hot mouth suck the head of his cock while Buddy continued to explore his ass-hole with his finger. It felt wonderful.
Then a hand replaced the mouth on his cock-head and Philippe felt the warm probing of Buddy's tongue slipping into the tightness of his little butt hole.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Philippe gushed. He loved to feel a tongue in his ass. It felt so damned good. So very damned good.
Buddy's tongue slid hard and deep into Philippe's ass as he played with the huge cock that was suspended between the young man's legs. He could also tickle the balls with his fingers as his tongue probed deeper, ever deeper into the mysteries of Philippe's hot, tight ass-hole.
Philippe thrust his butt backwards, driving Buddy's tongue deeper and deeper inside. He loved the feeling. It was wonderful, magnificent and so, so, so very hot.
Buddy swirled his tongue around, causing Philippe to sigh and moan with delight. Buddy's own cock was throbbing now, red hot and throbbing.
Buddy quickly got to his feet behind Philippe, undid the top of his pants and let them fall.
He rubbed his hands over the round melons of Philippe's sweet as he spit on the head of his cock and then positioned it at the opening of Philippe's hot, wet ass-hole.
PLUNGE!
"AEEEEEE!" Philippe screamed as Buddy's dick plunged all the way to the nuts inside his ass.
But he bucked backwards to take it.
Buddy grabbed hold of Philippe's hips and held tight as he rammed his hot, thick piece of meat deep into the young Frenchman's slippery love tunnel.
Philippe's own cock was throbbing now. He felt the thick cock pulsating with pleasure as he got fucked.
Buddy was really letting him have it too. Deep, hard strokes with that beer can dick of his. Deeper and deeper and stronger and stronger with each stroke.
Buddy loved the feel of the hot, tight ass that he was fucking. And Philippe was loving it too.
"Give it to me! Give me that cock!"
Buddy rammed it home.
"Yes, yes, fuck my ass, fuck my hot ass!
Buddy stroked long and deep, filling Philippe's hot, tight butt hole with the length and thickness of his cock. He could feel his nuts slapping against the hard-muscled buttocks of the French boy as
Philippe bucked backwards taking every inch that Buddy had to give him.
Buddy's cock explored the depth of Philippe's ass, giving the lad a fucking that he would not soon forget.
RAM!
That dick shot home. WHAM!
Buddy's balls slapped into Philippe's butt as he slid the meat in place. RAM!
The hot Frenchman was really getting it now. Buddy pulled all the way out and then rammed it deep, deep inside, filling Philippe with his hot, thick mantool.
Buddy held tight to Philippe's hips and changed his rhythm. He went slow, so slow now. He could feel each muscle inside the kid's ass taking his meat as he slipped it in, enjoying, savoring the feel of the muscle contractions as Philippe took it. Took all he had to give.
Then he made one wild plunge and shot!
SQUIRT!
Buddy shot a wad into Philippe's butt. SQUIRT!
He shot another hot creamy wad! SQUIRT!
Philippe contracted his muscles deep inside his butt hole, milking the creamy cum from Buddy's thick piece of meat.
Buddy pulled back, Philippe collapse against the table, his ass sticking up in the air.
That incredible ass.
Philippe slowly moved around until he was backed up on the table, still stretched out against it, his rock hard cock throbbing.
Buddy grinned at him.
"You're something else," he said. "Yes sir, something else."
"Merci," Philippe smiled back at him. "You are something quite nice yourself."
Buddy reached out a hand and took hold of Philippe's thick piece of cock meat.
"You still have something we haven't taken care , of," he said. "How would you like it."
"Oh, please, suck it," Philippe said. "Please suck me."
Buddy dropped to his knees as Philippe leaned back against the table, his arms spread wide to balance himself.
The touch of Buddy's tongue on Philippe's cock was enough to send a shiver through Philippe's body.
He let Buddy do what he wanted with his cock and balls.
Buddy loved the weight of Philippe's balls as he rolled them in his hand, taking the head of Philippe's uncircumcised cock into his mouth and letting his tongue slip under the foreskin and around the head of it.
Philippe sighed. The feeling was wonderful, especially with the red hot memory of the wild fucking that Buddy had just given him.
He felt the tongue exploring his cockhead and he loved the way Buddy handled his balls.
The balls were heavy, heavy with cum, cum that was eager and ready to explode, to shoot out.
Buddy took the dick in one hand while he played with Philippe's balls with the other, sucking deep into his mouth the long, thick hard dick of the young blonde Frenchman.
"Ooooh, yesssssss," Philippe sighed. "That is good, soooo good."
He loved the slow way in which Buddy was sucking on his cock, taking the thick shaft of it all the way down into his hot, wet throat and then sliding the lips back up to the head and pinching the foreskin and then slipping the tip of the tongue into the piss slit, wallowing in the hot juices that were sliding out of Philippe's cock. The juices that lubricated, the juices that tasted so sweet and sticky.
Philippe loved the hot mouth on his cock. He loved the slow way Buddy was blowing him.
"Take my cock, please. Yes, that's it, take it, please take it."
Philippe reached down with a hand and ran it through Buddy's tousled red hair as the young man knelt before him taking his cock into his mouth, playing with his balls, making love to his meat as he leaned back against the table, giving Buddy all that he had to offer.
Buddy loved the taste of the young guy's cock. It was fresh and sweet. It was thick and hard too. He could feel the blood pulsing through the cock and the weight of Philippe's balls was incredible. The boy had a full load and Buddy was ready to take it.
He slipped his mouth off the cock and dropped to the nuts. He could feel the tremor rush through Philippe's body as he took the youth's nuts into his mouth and began to suck on them. Buddy's hand was busy with Philippe's prick, slipping up and down the shaft of it, mingling the spittle and pre-cum juices that continued to spew forth from the hooded head of Philippe's hot cock.
The balls were sweet, sweaty and sweet. Buddy slipped one finger beneath the balls and explored once more the tight, wet ass-hole that lay just beyond.
He could feel the thickness of his own cum in Philippe's ass-hole as he sucked on the boy's balls and played with his dick with his hand.
Philippe was going wild now. He gripped the table for support and let Buddy suck him and finger fuck him and play with his nuts as he geared himself up for the big shoot.
He knew that he could not stand this much longer.
Buddy was too good. He was going to drive him over the edge any second now. Any second now that hot load of his was going to shoot forth, to squirt out the hot thick cream that was gathering up in his nuts, ready to go, ready to shoot off at any minute now.
Buddy's tongue started at the base of Philippe's cock shaft and then slid all the way up to the head and then down again. He licked at the balls, driving his finger deeper and deeper into Philippe's hot, willing ass-hole.
"Take it, please!" Philippe groaned. "Please, take my cock. Take it!"
Buddy took the head of the dick into his mouth once more and Philippe grabbed his head with both hands and rammed it down all the way to the nuts.
He felt the hot, wet tongue slashing at his cock-shaft as he pumped his cock down Buddy's throat, fucking him in the mouth, taking him.
The finger in his ass-hole had found just the right button. It was driving Philippe wild. He pulled himself up from the table and let Buddy really drive that finger deep, fucking his ass as he drove his prick deeper and deeper into Buddy's mouth, fucking his throat.
SPLAT!
Philippe's cum exploded inside Buddy's mouth. SPLAT!
Buddy tasted the sweetness of the cum that was gushing down his throat. SPLAT!
The cock juice filled Buddy's mouth as Philippe held onto Buddy's head and forced him down all the way on his meat, all the way to the balls while his cock shot load after load of hot, thick cream into the young red-haired boy's eager, sucking throat.
At last he released Buddy. Buddy fell back onto the floor, panting. "Thank you," Philippe said. "That was good."
"Anytime, pal," Buddy said. "Any fucking time at all."
The two young men pulled their pants back up and straightened themselves out.
"Are we ready for the rest of this party?" Buddy asked.
"Are they ready for us?" Philippe said. The both laughed and headed for the door to return to the wedding reception.