Hi! I am the Naked Llama. This is my first ever submission here in Literotica. If you are expecting that this story is going to have gay men going at it like rabbits, FAIL! This is not the story for you. This is the love story of Niclas and Lancelot. So expect more loving, less fucking. Sorry! L to the OL! I hope you have fun reading my story as much as I had fun writing it. Spraying some love!
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My sleep was interrupted by the annoying shrill of the alarm clock by my bedside table. I reached up to turn the fucking thing off so I could doze off into a deep slumber again. Then two minutes later I suddenly sat up with the realization that today isn't just like any other day.
"Oh shit. I am getting married today. Oh my God. I am getting married today."
I might have said it out loud because the man lying right beside me stirred and answered with a very sleepy voice.
"We, we are getting married today Niclas." Lancelot moved to face me, cupped my right cheek and pulled me on top of him. "How does it feel that only a few hours from now you would be tied down with me for the rest of your life?" Lancelot asked as he planted a kiss on my lips, he did not care whether I still had a bad morning breath, damn this guy surely is in love with me.
"Nervous as hell Lance, I think I might pass out, or get sick."
Lancelot wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. "Now Niclas, I would not want you passing out or getting sick on me later, I would not want our families and guest to think that I have gotten you pregnant even before our wedding."
"What? They would be fooling themselves if they even think I am still a virgin." And with that Lancelot and I came bursting with laughter.
"We should get up Niclas. I am taking a shower babe, care to join your husband-to-be?"
"Nah, you go ahead, I will stay in bed a little longer."
"Lazyhead. In case you changed your mind, I will leave the bathroom door open." he said with a knowing smile and wiggled his bushy eyebrows. Lancelot grabbed his blue towel hanging on the chair then turned to walk towards the bathroom.
I know we have been busy and stressed out preparing for this special day months ago but it really had not dawned on me until this morning that this is really happening. I am getting married today. I am getting married to Lancelot Martin Simpson. I am getting married to the man whom I loved more than anything in this world. I am getting married to the man i want to share my life with (and my bed too) for the rest of my life. I know I am beginning to sound stupid and pathetic right now, but you can't really blame me for being so. Everything feels so surreal. I was there when my sister got married. I was there when Jessica, my best friend since high school, got married to Michael. I was there to witness it all but never it had crossed my twisted mind that there would come a time that I would be planning and participating on my own little dream wedding. All my life I made myself surrender to the idea that maybe it was not just meant for me. That maybe I am supposed to be lonely and gay for the rest of my life. I almost gave up a few years ago, until Lancelot came into my stressful yet fashionable life. I must have dozed off again for a few minutes when suddenly I was woken up by Lancelot, lying on top of me, his brown hair still dripping wet from the bath he had just taken. His eyes staring intently, full of love.
"You are so beautiful Niclas, and you are mine."
He leaned down and I met his lips for a kiss, my hands travelled down from his chest to his crotch, and found that he is already hard.
"Well someone here is too excited and can't wait for the honeymoon any longer."
I pushed Lancelot off of me and made him lie on his back. I kissed him again before sliding down to his dripping nine inches. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked it slowly, making his cock leak more pre-cum from his piss hole. I used my tongue to collect the salty liquid from the head before wrapping my lips around his monster cock, enclosing my hands around the base and I heard Lancelot gasp in ecstasy. I continued to pleasure Lancelot with my tongue and mouth, licking every part of his manhood, tasting every inch of it, not missing his round heavy balls. Lancelot opened his eyes to look down on me and smiled at the sight of me giving him head. I continued to suck him then reached for both his hands to place them on my ears, giving Lancelot full control. He tightened his grip on my ears and started to face fuck me hard, pulling all the way out until only the head of his cock remains inside my mouth and pushing back until his cock hits the back of my throat. He was thrashing his hips violently on the bed, his grasp on my head starting to hurt.
"Niclas, I am coming... oh I love you so much ... here it comes baby... I am coming... Swallow it all... oohh..."
I felt Lancelot's balls tighten and his shaft stiffen, before filling my mouth loads of his sweet and salty cum with his back arched, head pressed into the pillow and eyes squeezed shut. I swallowed every drop he shot in my mouth and cleaned his limp cock afterwards. I looked up at him to see him grinning foolishly, obviously happy and satisfied.
"And that is why I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. " He said before pulling me into a hug.
"You want to marry me because I am good at bed?"
"No, that is one of the many reason why I love you. I want to marry you because I love you."
What did I do to possess the love of probably the sweetest (not to mention one of the hottest) guy in the world? I have no idea.
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I knew it was hopeless, and I knew Jessica would keep on evading from answering it, but still I had to know. We were seating by the sewing machine and piles of different types of fabrics, were around us. My tools, papers with design sketches and coloring materials are everywhere. My workroom was a mess, and Jessica and I were friends long enough for her to get used to how disorganized and cluttered my things could get. This is a normal state of my things.
"Hey is this new? I have not seen you wear this one before." referring to my indeed new black and white pullover.
"Yeah, I bought it last week. Jessica, will you please not change the topic? Answer my question."
"I know you know my answer to that stupid question."
She was doing her best not to answer the simple damn question, sometimes Jessica can be so difficult.
"I'll treat you for lunch today..."
"Jessica, you aren't going to bribe your way out of this conversation."
"I don't like him. End of discussion Niclas." Jessica is the sweetest girl I have ever met, but when it comes to the guys I date, she turns into a totally different person.
"Why? Give me a good reason why you think Calvin is not the right guy for me?"
"I simply don't like him." Jessica said with a matching fake smile she usually does when she is trying to be patient with me. How dare her to have the nerve to act like that.
"Well I think you're just jealous."
Jessica tried not to laugh but she miserably failed.
"I beg your pardon? Eww. That is blasphemous and you know it."
"Jessica just admit it. You have the hots for me ever since and you can't just make your moves on me because you know I would not reciprocate." I said with so much conviction even if we both know that this is a lie. And impossible.
" Niclas. Shut up. That is just gross. You know very well that I am very much willing to sleep next to you but not with you." Just as Jessica was about to make an exit, I asked her again.
"Why don't you like Calvin?"
Jessica turned to face me, walked a few steps towards me and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Because I don't think he loves you as much as you love him Niclas, how many guys you have dated before have treated you that way? Certainly not that many, but Calvin is definitely just like them."
"How can you say that? You don't even know the guy. You hated him since the day you met him."
"Trust me I know. I tried to like him, but I can't. Only I will be happy if you find a guy who loves you more than anything in this world." Then she looked around. "Go back to work honey, we still have lots of designs to finish. You would not want the witch to be mad at you for the millionth time this week. "
As Jessica turned to leave my workroom, Christian, the intern, went in to deliver the buttons, threads and zippers I have asked him to buy for me. He too left soon after letting me be so I can finish my designs and leaving me to reel in my own thoughts. The witch Jessica was pertaining about is our boss, Charlotte Worth, a top fashion designer who honed her craft many years in Paris, France before deciding to open up a line here in LA. Jessica and I are working for her as design assistants. More like as her slaves to be honest. Looks can be deceiving you know, she might not give off that certain arrogance fashion people tend to have on the outside, but she is one mean, spiteful, cruel one hell of a slave driver on the inside. You would not dare to see her lash out in anger. But in spite of all that, I love my job. I love fashion, what gay guy doesn't? But Jessica keeps on insisting that it isn't fashion and clothes that interests me, that it was the male models. Not true.
I was already adding life to my sketches with the use of my colored pencils, a gift from Calvin last Christmas, when my phone rang. I had the difficulty of locating where the fucking cell phone was in the heap of clutter that surrounded my work area, but eventually I found it before the caller on the other end of the phone hang up.
"What took you so long to answer the goddamned phone? "It was Calvin, and he was pissed. I started to mumble an apology but he cut me off saying that my lame excuses do not interest him.
"Anyway I called to say I won't be able to go to dinner with you tonight, something came up. Work. I really have to stay late in the office to finish some... stuff."
