All the characters in this work of fiction are over 18. Features consensual relations between two adult men, separated in age by a couple generations. Comments appreciated.
The wedding between my nephew Brandon and his bride Amalie was the first time I had seen these relatives since the passing of my wife about a year earlier. A quick scan of the gathered crowd did not reveal any single middle-aged women - so my hopes of finding a woman that gets horny at weddings seemed slight.
In the buffet line there was a young man in a tux in front of me - he turned to me while waiting and asked who I was. His voice set off my gaydar. I introduced myself as uncle Mark.
'The uncle Mark that made Amalie's end tables?'
'One and the same'.
'They are beautiful'.
'Thanks - I like working with wood' I added a sly smile to emphasize wood.
He gently bit his lower lip and asked 'pine?'
'Nope - I prefer working with hard wood'. The inuendo was unmistakable.
'And you are?'
'Andrew - Amalie and I are twins. I had to cut my hair because it was too easy to confuse us as identical'.
I could see why there could be some confusion, Andrew had delicate features.
'Pleased to meet you'. We shook hands, holding the greeting a moment longer than customary.
After the meal the DJ started playing typical wedding fare - when the group dances started Andrew and I tended to 'find' each other. Lots of hand holding and conga lines - nobody else seemed to notice that we ended up dancing with each other in all the group dances.
As the evening wore on most of the other boomers had retired - I stuck around manly to continue flirting with Andrew. I followed him into the lobby where it was substantially quieter. He sat down, not sure if he looked worried or dejected. I took a chair near him.
'You look glum - something wrong?'
'I'm sharing a room with my cousin, he just told me he's hooking up with a chick and needed the room tonight, I'd rather not crash in my parents' room'.
Was that opportunity that just came knocking?
I removed one of the keycards from the sleeve and handed him the other - room 1125 - and said. 'I'm heading up about 11:30 to take a shower and go to bed, you're welcome to join me'
He took the key and said, 'join you for shower or for bed?'
'Your choice. Show up at 11:30 and we can have some fun together - or wait until midnight and I'll leave you a clean tshirt to sleep in, I'll probably be asleep'.
He took the card and said, 'Thanks for the options.'
I returned to the dance to finish my beer and say my goodbyes to other nieces and nephews - headed to the elevator at 11:30, scanning for Andrew revealed nothing.
As I stepped into empty car Andrew appeared from nowhere, snuck in and pushed the 11 with a smile.
The door closed, we moved closer, holding hands as we rode up to my floor. He was rocking from foot to foot, obviously nervous. I remained still, holding his hand while his rocking moved us closer together. We walked to my room where I unlocked the door and let Andrew enter first. I kicked off my shoes, Andrew did the same.
We turned to face each other. I grabbed his hips firmly and pulled us together, he naturally put his arms around my neck. We were holding each other, nose to nose, I was moving my hips, using my hardon to trace the outline of his woody.
'I'm nervous' he said with labored breath.
'Do you always get a hardon when you are nervous' I replied, pulling our cocks firmly together.
He opened his mouth, but before he could answer I leaned in and kissed him. He melted into me, his arms wrapping around my neck, my hands moving behand and started massaging his slender ass.
We continued kissing, our tongues probing each other's willing mouth while I moved my hands and started unbuttoning his shirt. He moved slightly, allowing me access to his shirt buttons, but still grinding his cock into me. I slipped his shirt off, depositing it on the floor and started kissing my down his torso, caressing as I went. When I was on my knees, his crotch was conveniently at mouth level. I pulled his groin into my face and breathed in his scent.
While I was using my mouth to trace the outline of his cock I undid his trousers - they fell easily to the floor. I removed his socks as he stepped out of his slacks, leaving him wearing only his boxers.
I stripped off my polo and reached my hands up the leg opening of his boxers, caressing his balls and running my fingers through his pubes, my mouth continuing to breath his scent. I slid my hands up to his waistband and removed his underwear, allowing direct contact with his groin.
I stroked his 'firm 4' with one hand while cupping his balls with my other. What he lacked in size he more than made up for with hardness. I don't recall my 'stocky 7' ever being as hard as he was just then.
I stood and removed the rest of my clothes, pulling our hips together - our hardons pressing into each other, his arms wrapped around my neck, my hands massaging his ass, our tongues entwined in each other's mouth.
I moved my hand to the small of his back and directed our naked bodies into the bathroom so we could continue in the shower. I turned the water to hot and we stepped in, letting the warmth remove the musk of the day. Not sure if we washed each other, or if t was more caressing each other with soapy hands - either way both of our desire continued to build.
When we were ready to move our twosome to the bed, we stepped out of the shower to dry off and headed to the king size bed. We snuggled with each other, quickly warming the sheets. I reached between us and started rubbing cock - he reciprocated.
'Yours is quite a bit bigger'.
'But you are much harder'
'Which is better?'
'Passion can take many forms' was my reply.
I rolled on top of Andrew and started kissing my way slowly down the covers, stopping to pay close attention to his neck and collarbone. Then down to his flat, hairless chest, receiving a squeal of approval when I gently bit his nipples, rolling his tit between my teeth. Then down his torso and started Frenching his belly button, my hands pressuring his inner thighs and hips.
And further down I ran my tongue coarsely through his pubes, taking care to avoid contact with his cock and balls - at least for now. I kissed and licked under his balls - I lifted his legs to so my mouth could have access to his taint.
'Oh my god! - that feels good'
Was his reacting when I used my mouth and tongue on the underside of his ballsac and taint.
I could sense he was getting close, so I licked my way up his shaft and settled my mouth on his spongy head. I could have easily taken his entire shaft in my mouth but decided to concentrate all my oral skills on his head. He started tensing and grabbing my head and shoulders with his hands - I could tell he wanted to warn me he was about to cum but seemed to be unsure of the etiquette. I stroked the base of his cock through his ballsac, stroking hard and fast, knowing this would put him over the top.
He arched his back - I knew I was about to be rewarded for my oral efforts with a mouthful of cum when he started spasming. The first three were truly violent, I had to concentrate to keep my mouth on his cock while his dick jumped in my mouth. There was a slight pause that allowed me to swallow a substantial load - and he resumed another set of spasms, my stroking his shaft was plenty of indication that I was fine receiving everything he had to offer. I'm not sure how many spurts he provided as he continued to soften in my mouth. When he was done, I continued to gently hold his dick in my mouth, welcoming any residuals.
When he was completely drained, I moved back to the pillow area of the bed and leaned in to kiss him. He pulled back slightly. I explained...
'When someone swallows your load - and then wants a kiss - it is good form to return the kiss, especially if you ever want another bj.'
He tentatively opened his mouth, I leaned in and kissed full on the mouth, when my tongue met his tongue, the hesitation was gone - he closed his eyes and returned my kiss in full.
While we were kissing, I took his hand and slid it down my stomach and wrapped his fingers around my shaft. Without breaking our kiss, I held his hand which was holding my cock - encouraging a handjob.
'Do I have to reciprocate? I've never done that before'.
'Don't have to, but I can tell you are curious' as I was stroking his cheek.
He gave his answer by starting to kiss his way down my chest, quickly making his way to my crotch.
He was rubbing his cheek against my shaft and looked up - his eyes were asking what to do next.
I took his dainty hands and wrapped one around the base of my shaft, and positioned the other under my balls, and set the shaft hand to a slow stroke, and the turned the ballsac hand into a fist and had him grind his fist into my taint.
Andrew is a fast learner.
With both hands doing their respective tasks I positioned his mouth over my mushroom and said 'Just concentrate on taking in the head'
He opened his mouth, and I guided myself in. He was tentative, I caressed his cheek and gave a single instruction 'harder'.
Did I mention Andrew is a fast learner... He grabbed my shaft harder, and drove his fist into my crotch harder, and worked his mouth on my knob harder. Beginners luck, or a natural, I was quickly nearing the point where I didn't care. I arched my back, let out a groan, and launched my load into Andrew's mouth.
I'm not sure why he was surprised with the result, but he was. He let my cum dribble out his mouth onto my softening shaft, adding some of his slobber to the mix. When he deposited most of my load onto my pubes he moved up to my shoulder - and leaned in for a kiss.
I willingly accepted his kiss, his tongue containing a hint of my cum. When we broke our kiss, he looked at me and asked, 'was I supposed to swallow?"
