*** All characters in this fictional story who are engaged in any sort of sexual activity are over the age of 18, legal adults.***
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It's pretty much always a happy moment when I see my Neil at the end of the day. It's not like I spend the entire day missing him or pining for him. He and I are fine being apart, but I still just like it when we are together again. He greeted me as he came through the door and set his bag down. "Hello My Love. How did the bridal shower go?"
"Hi Sweetheart! Ok, so... I have a confession I need to make."
He looked at me, concerned, "Ok. What's up?"
"I may have... kinda... sorta... volunteered you for something and it might maybe be something that could potentially give you anxiety. So, I was thinking I might play with your cock while I tell you because then it'd be like a good balance. You know, you hear about something you have to do, you get a handjob. But then, I never want you to feel like I'm using sex to manipulate you or get you to do things you don't want to do. So, that's why I'm telling you all this. You can decide. I need to tell you about this thing I volunteered you for and it's up to you if you want me to play with your cock while I tell you."
He nodded slowly, his eyes blinking several times. Ok, yeah. It was a lot to process. I usually don't ramble like that. I mean sometimes, you know, when I'm feeling really... It doesn't matter. I was rambling and Neil was thinking it over.
"I'm a little torn on this one. I kinda want you to just tell me, but now that you brought up the idea of playing with my cock, I'm already getting hard and I'm pretty sure there's no WAY I'll be able to concentrate on what you're saying if you don't." He kicked off his shoes and began undoing his belt. I was thrilled, not quite giddy, but I had really, really hoped he'd let me play. Figured he would, but I'm glad I made sure.
He kept his shirt on, but unbuttoned and sat down, mostly naked on the couch. I curled up beside him with one of his arms around me. One of my favorite positions. I ran my fingertips along his erection. I felt him exhale slowly as he experienced my touch.
"Ok, so one of Carrie's bridesmaids, Hazel, just had a really bad break-up with a guy she was with for a couple of years."
"Oh. That's awful." The emotion in his voice, a stark contrast to the strong pulsing of his cock.
"Yeah. She's pretty broken up about it. Well, her boyfriend WAS gonna be one of the groomsmen. That's not gonna work anymore, so he's out and now there's more bridesmaids than there are groomsmen. So, Carrie's freaking out and I could tell she was kinda mad at Hazel, but didn't want to say so and Hazel feels bad but she didn't know what to do, sooo... I suggested you could be a groomsman." I gave Neil's cock a squeeze.
He took another deep breath in and out, "Huh."
"The girls weren't sure at first, but then I showed them the photo of you and I from the cruise and when they saw you, they got REAL excited."
"Really?"
I stroked the underside of his shaft. "Oh yeah. Those girls think you're WAY HOT."
I saw him grin and I felt another pulse in him, "So what exactly do I have to do?"
"Well, we'll have to fly out probably two days earlier. Carrie and Luke have a full week of fun-filled wedding party activities planned." I rolled my eyes when I said it, but I actually didn't think they'd be too bad. "Then, on the wedding day, you and Hazel walk up the aisle together. You stand on the groom's side during the ceremony, walk back down the aisle with Hazel, probably sit at a long table at the reception then, that's it. Does that all sound OK for you?"
"Sure... Yeah... Absolutely."
I kissed him on the cheeks, "Thank you, Sweetheart. You are an absolute angel."
He laughed, "Says the woman with my cock in her hand."
"Mmmm. I LOVE having your cock in my hand." He leaned down to kiss me on the lips. We started to make out and I took to pumping him in earnest. I drank in his moans, my tongue dancing with his until I felt him coming on my hand. He laid his head against the back of the couch and let out his deep, satisfied sigh. God, do I love that sound.
"Do I get a turn on you now?"
"Actually, can we take a rain check? We need to get you a suit to match the other groomsmen. The shop's still open if we head out now, and when we get back, you can have your way with me. Is that OK?"
He laughed, "Yes. That's fine, but I am going to hold you to that later."
*****
Fortunately, my cousin Carrie does not have terrible taste. I have been to some weddings where it was like the bride hated her friends and wanted to put them in the worst things imaginable. I don't understand why you would do that. I mean, do you enjoy looking at photos of your bridesmaids in hideous pink flowery polka dots with more ruffles than a flamenco dancer? Regardless, Carrie had at least been kind in terms of color scheme. The groomsmen would wear dark green shirts with charcoal gray suits.
Neil's was a pretty common size, so we were able to get the suit that fit him pretty quickly. He showed me when he tried it on and DAMN did my man look good. I felt suddenly warmer he looked so good.
We got dinner and went home, where Neil said he wanted me on his face. Yes Sir! My knees spread on either side of his head, I lowered myself down onto him and felt his tongue ravaging my clit. The position spread my ass cheeks so his arms wrapped around my thighs and his fingers found their way inside me from behind. It was incredible!
I wanted to give his cock some attention as well. Reciprocity is fair after all, but with the things he was doing to me, there was no possible way I could concentrate. I would manage to lick him, or keep him in my mouth for a few seconds, then a bolt of pleasure shot through me that made my whole torso tense.
I tried to play with him using my hand, but I couldn't even grip him very long before he would move his wonderful tongue in a way that was suddenly overwhelming and I'd have to brace myself with both hands on his thighs. I can only imagine how that must have felt to him, but he was undeterred.
It was a phenomenal orgasm when it came. I felt the pleasure as long as I could take it, then urgently tapped his thigh. Ok, it was more of a frantic slapping, but it got the message across. He pulled his mouth away from me and rested his head against my bare thigh. I took hold of him and furiously stroked him. It seems I'd been at least somewhat effective on him because he came very quickly. I was relieved. There are time for going slow, but my wrist could NOT handle it at that moment. I collapsed on top of him and laid there for a few beautiful moments.
I did have to move at some point though. My legs felt a bit like jello, which made it delightfully ungraceful when I rolled off of him, but after some shuffling, I was in his arms again, with the wondrous feeling of him holding me.
*****
It was easy enough to move the flight around. We took a taxi to the airport and made our way through the throngs of people. Neil had been prepared, but I could still see it hit him hard. Airports are particularly people-y, which left Neil very anxious and uncomfortable. He was wearing headphones to try to tune out some of noisy chaos, but he was on visibly on edge the moment he stepped out of the car.
We did our best to avoid bumping into other people as we walked back and forth through the winding queue toward the grumpy TSA agents who made sure we were in fact the people on our ID's. We stuffed our bags onto the conveyor belt and raced to grab our things and get out of the way of the annoyed travelers behind us.
Yes, this is what we all go through, but it does seem to affect Neil more than most. It was strange seeing him this way again. In the time we'd been together, Neil had grown a lot. I'd watched him becoming more confident, self-assured and generally more comfortable in his surroundings. He still had moments though, times he would get overwhelmed by... everything. Unfortunately, he just had to get through it.
I knew there wasn't much of anything to be done to make it easier on him. I definitely knew it wouldn't do good to keep checking on him or asking if he was all right, but I did keep an eye on him. His eyes were wide, constantly scanning the area around him the way a deer scans the forest for danger in those nature documentaries.
When it came time to load the plane, I suggested we hang back a bit instead of boarding as soon as our group was called. There were too many people for us to stay completely out of the way, but there was less of a crowd to fight through. Our seats were most of the way to the back of the plane. We had to shuffle down the narrow aisle, making the irritated passengers have to lean out of the way so we wouldn't whack them. Then, we were seated, me in the middle with Neil on my left.
On my right was a lovely Samoan woman named Apelu. Her arms were covered in ornate tattoo patterns, and her dark hair was held up with clips shaped like flowers. She told me she was flying with her husband and her kids. Someone had kindly offered to switch seats so she could sit closer to them, "Not a chance. My husband can deal with the tamaiti for a little while. Alu ese ma a'u. Manuia lau malaga! Good luck, man. Have a nice trip!"
Then, she burst out with raucous laughter, proud of and amused by herself. I looked over to Neil, whose stare was fixed on the small window where he could just see the mountains passing below us. He was quietly singing, or perhaps reciting a poem he knew, "Far over Misty mountains cold. Through dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away ere break of day, to claim our long forgotten gold."
A smile spread on his lips and he looked at me from the corner of his eye, "I probably shouldn't sat the next part while we're on an airplane over a forest."
I whispered in his ear, "What's the next part?"
He whispered back, "The pines were roaring in the on the height. The wind was moaning in the night. The fire was read. It flaming spread. The trees like torches blazed with light."
