This past weekend, I went away to an old college bud's wedding. I didn't know a lot of people there, but most of our former friend group from college was going, so when I saw how expensive the hotel everyone was staying at was, I reached out to my old senior year roommate who I knew was also single and asked if he wanted to split a room. He said sure, so we got one together.
After the rehearsal dinner, a bunch of us went out drinking -- not just my old college friends, but other friends we had just met who were there as guests of my college bud or his bride. All my old college friends are now married other than my old roommate who I was sharing a room with, so by about midnight all of the couples had gone to bed and the only ones left out were the single people -- my former roommate/roommate for the weekend, the groom's business partner/best man, and the maid of honor. The maid of honor was incredibly hot, a petite brunette with average sized breasts that looked large on her smaller body. It quickly became clear that she was really into my roommate, so as they hit it off, I got to know the groom's business partner, who was also his best man. He seemed like a cool, normal guy, and we quickly became good friends over several rounds of shots, laughing at watching my roommate's awkward flirting techniques. Nothing happened with anyone that night -- my roommate and I went back to our shared room, and the best man and maid of honor went to their separate rooms.
The next night was the wedding, and as you can imagine things heated up between my roommate and the maid of honor after several rounds of cocktails and champagne and dancing. After the DJ had called it quits, a group of us didn't want the party to stop, so the best man invited a small group of us up to his room for the afterparty. We played drinking games and danced to shitty spotify playlists until practically sunrise, with people dropping off one by one. Eventually there were only four of us left: me, the best man, and another former college buddy and his wife. The two of them had gotten a cheaper hotel across town, and since it was past 5am the best man offered to let them crash in the available queen bed in his room. That's when I realized that I needed to figure out what the fuck I was going to do, since my roommate and the maid of honor had slipped off to my room to hook up.
"Is it weird if I crash here too?" I asked the best man, who shrugged and said I could share his bed if I wanted. The four of us got ready for bed, laughing at how slightly awkward it was, since three of us only had formal clothes, which meant we climbed into our beds all in our underwear. As the best man stripped down across the bed from me, I have to admit I checked out his body and bulge -- he was very very sculpted, one of those chiseled bodies guys tech executives tend to have when they have a lot of money for personal training, etc. He also was wearing briefs, I noted, thin white ones that didn't hide much -- I could see the curve of his shaft and even the outline of his head. I quickly slipped under the covers to hide my growing bulge in my black boxer-briefs, and he got into the covers on the other side of the bed. We all very very quickly fell asleep, or rather passed out.
Hours later, I half woke up in that way you do when you're halfway between a hangover and still drunk, the room was just slightly getting light from sunrise. My college bud and his wife were snoring next to us, but that wasn't what woke me up. I realized the best man was sleeping on his side, very close to me, his arm and hand resting across my lower stomach. Thanks to waking up and the body pressure, I felt myself immediately getting hard, and as my cock grew I could feel the tip of it pressing through my boxer briefs into his forearm. This made it even harder, and I felt it start throbbing against his arm. I tried to talk it down, and after a few minutes he rolled over and faced the other way. His ass was now pressed up against my hip, but slowly I fell back asleep, probably still very hard.
Hours later, I woke up again, this time to full daylight, and saw the couple had at some point left the room and clearly gone back to their own hotel. I had a massive hangover that I could tell was going to get worse, so I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to piss and drink some water from the faucet. As I came back into the room, I planned on putting on my clothes and getting the fuck out, but saw the best man was awake now and had thrown the comforter off, so he was only under the sheet, under which I could see a very obvious bulge. I could feel my own half-chub turning into a full chub and didn't know how to handle any of this, to be honest. As far as I knew, this dude was 100% straight, and as far as he knew so was I.
"You want to jack off, man?" he said, pretty much eliminating the need for me to keep analyzing the situation. I laughed and said, "All right, sure," and just like that I was sitting on the bed next to him, both our cocks out in the open, jerking next to each other. I was finally able to see the dick, and it was definitely bigger than mine -- both of us were cut, but he beat me on both girth and length. Mine is pretty damn straight, though, and his had a curve to the left. I watched him stroke his while he watched me stroke mine, but I really wanted to feel the curve of it, so I reached across and asked, "Can I?"
He took his hand off and put his on mine without asking. We stroked each other back and forth, using each other's precum as lube. "I want to try something," he whispered, and next thing I knew he was kneeling over me, pressing our dicks together. He grabbed them with both hands and stroked them against each other, as I lay back and admired how much bigger his looked than mine when directly next to each other, which only made me hornier. I held onto his thighs as he started thrusting his cock against mine, and I started thrusting too -- both of our hips grinding as we fucked his hands together. Our mingling precum was enough lube to keep us slick, and the feel of his heavy balls laying on top of my sack was one of the hottest things I've felt to date.
We continued thrusting together, taking turns gripping each other's cocks -- sometimes together, sometimes separately. Breathing heavily, he suddenly leaned back to take a break, and I felt sweat drip from his hair onto my abs. His dick was pointing up and to the left, rock hard, and he whispered, "Need to take a break, don't want to cum." I felt like I was close too, but the sight of his huge cock pointing itself up so close to mine made me unable to keep my own hand off my cock, so I kept stroking, pressing my dick towards him, rubbing against his thigh. It wasn't long before he was stroking himself again and whispering, "Should I cum?" I said yes and he asked where. "On my cock," I said, and that was clearly all he needed. Holding himself over me with one arm, he stroked himself against my dick and started shuddering. With a heavy moan he shot a huge, hot load directly onto my dick, which I used as lube help me finish myself. As his dick was pulsing its final loads on me, I started cumming, a huge load that splattered up onto my chest. "Holy shit," he laughed, still kneeling over me as he watched me squeeze out the last of it. I was now completely sweaty and sticky, covered in both our loads, so he told me to use his shower.
I quickly rinsed off and when I came out, he was back in his briefs, his still semi-hard cock offering an even bigger bulge than the night before. I got dressed back in my suit from the wedding and after a quick, kind of awkward goodbye, went back to my room, which was now empty. I was late for the post-wedding breakfast, so I quickly took another shower, rinsing the rest of both of our cum out of my pubes, and threw on some clothes to rejoin everyone. At breakfast, he and I barely interacted with each other, and later that day I flew back to New York and he went back to Austin.
After the rehearsal dinner, a bunch of us went out drinking -- not just my old college friends, but other friends we had just met who were there as guests of my college bud or his bride. All my old college friends are now married other than my old roommate who I was sharing a room with, so by about midnight all of the couples had gone to bed and the only ones left out were the single people -- my former roommate/roommate for the weekend, the groom's business partner/best man, and the maid of honor. The maid of honor was incredibly hot, a petite brunette with average sized breasts that looked large on her smaller body. It quickly became clear that she was really into my roommate, so as they hit it off, I got to know the groom's business partner, who was also his best man. He seemed like a cool, normal guy, and we quickly became good friends over several rounds of shots, laughing at watching my roommate's awkward flirting techniques. Nothing happened with anyone that night -- my roommate and I went back to our shared room, and the best man and maid of honor went to their separate rooms.
The next night was the wedding, and as you can imagine things heated up between my roommate and the maid of honor after several rounds of cocktails and champagne and dancing. After the DJ had called it quits, a group of us didn't want the party to stop, so the best man invited a small group of us up to his room for the afterparty. We played drinking games and danced to shitty spotify playlists until practically sunrise, with people dropping off one by one. Eventually there were only four of us left: me, the best man, and another former college buddy and his wife. The two of them had gotten a cheaper hotel across town, and since it was past 5am the best man offered to let them crash in the available queen bed in his room. That's when I realized that I needed to figure out what the fuck I was going to do, since my roommate and the maid of honor had slipped off to my room to hook up.
"Is it weird if I crash here too?" I asked the best man, who shrugged and said I could share his bed if I wanted. The four of us got ready for bed, laughing at how slightly awkward it was, since three of us only had formal clothes, which meant we climbed into our beds all in our underwear. As the best man stripped down across the bed from me, I have to admit I checked out his body and bulge -- he was very very sculpted, one of those chiseled bodies guys tech executives tend to have when they have a lot of money for personal training, etc. He also was wearing briefs, I noted, thin white ones that didn't hide much -- I could see the curve of his shaft and even the outline of his head. I quickly slipped under the covers to hide my growing bulge in my black boxer-briefs, and he got into the covers on the other side of the bed. We all very very quickly fell asleep, or rather passed out.
Hours later, I half woke up in that way you do when you're halfway between a hangover and still drunk, the room was just slightly getting light from sunrise. My college bud and his wife were snoring next to us, but that wasn't what woke me up. I realized the best man was sleeping on his side, very close to me, his arm and hand resting across my lower stomach. Thanks to waking up and the body pressure, I felt myself immediately getting hard, and as my cock grew I could feel the tip of it pressing through my boxer briefs into his forearm. This made it even harder, and I felt it start throbbing against his arm. I tried to talk it down, and after a few minutes he rolled over and faced the other way. His ass was now pressed up against my hip, but slowly I fell back asleep, probably still very hard.
Hours later, I woke up again, this time to full daylight, and saw the couple had at some point left the room and clearly gone back to their own hotel. I had a massive hangover that I could tell was going to get worse, so I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to piss and drink some water from the faucet. As I came back into the room, I planned on putting on my clothes and getting the fuck out, but saw the best man was awake now and had thrown the comforter off, so he was only under the sheet, under which I could see a very obvious bulge. I could feel my own half-chub turning into a full chub and didn't know how to handle any of this, to be honest. As far as I knew, this dude was 100% straight, and as far as he knew so was I.
"You want to jack off, man?" he said, pretty much eliminating the need for me to keep analyzing the situation. I laughed and said, "All right, sure," and just like that I was sitting on the bed next to him, both our cocks out in the open, jerking next to each other. I was finally able to see the dick, and it was definitely bigger than mine -- both of us were cut, but he beat me on both girth and length. Mine is pretty damn straight, though, and his had a curve to the left. I watched him stroke his while he watched me stroke mine, but I really wanted to feel the curve of it, so I reached across and asked, "Can I?"
He took his hand off and put his on mine without asking. We stroked each other back and forth, using each other's precum as lube. "I want to try something," he whispered, and next thing I knew he was kneeling over me, pressing our dicks together. He grabbed them with both hands and stroked them against each other, as I lay back and admired how much bigger his looked than mine when directly next to each other, which only made me hornier. I held onto his thighs as he started thrusting his cock against mine, and I started thrusting too -- both of our hips grinding as we fucked his hands together. Our mingling precum was enough lube to keep us slick, and the feel of his heavy balls laying on top of my sack was one of the hottest things I've felt to date.
We continued thrusting together, taking turns gripping each other's cocks -- sometimes together, sometimes separately. Breathing heavily, he suddenly leaned back to take a break, and I felt sweat drip from his hair onto my abs. His dick was pointing up and to the left, rock hard, and he whispered, "Need to take a break, don't want to cum." I felt like I was close too, but the sight of his huge cock pointing itself up so close to mine made me unable to keep my own hand off my cock, so I kept stroking, pressing my dick towards him, rubbing against his thigh. It wasn't long before he was stroking himself again and whispering, "Should I cum?" I said yes and he asked where. "On my cock," I said, and that was clearly all he needed. Holding himself over me with one arm, he stroked himself against my dick and started shuddering. With a heavy moan he shot a huge, hot load directly onto my dick, which I used as lube help me finish myself. As his dick was pulsing its final loads on me, I started cumming, a huge load that splattered up onto my chest. "Holy shit," he laughed, still kneeling over me as he watched me squeeze out the last of it. I was now completely sweaty and sticky, covered in both our loads, so he told me to use his shower.
I quickly rinsed off and when I came out, he was back in his briefs, his still semi-hard cock offering an even bigger bulge than the night before. I got dressed back in my suit from the wedding and after a quick, kind of awkward goodbye, went back to my room, which was now empty. I was late for the post-wedding breakfast, so I quickly took another shower, rinsing the rest of both of our cum out of my pubes, and threw on some clothes to rejoin everyone. At breakfast, he and I barely interacted with each other, and later that day I flew back to New York and he went back to Austin.
