Gay fun before the wedding

[Bede735]

‘Come on Bede - get up! It’s past ten. You’ve got less than ninety minutes before we have to go!
‘I’m too tired, Derek, I need more sleep.’
My response made no difference as he whisked off the bed sheet to expose my naked body.
‘Oi! Do you mind?’ I protested.
‘I hope you’re haven’t been playing with yourself,’ he said, looking at my stiff cock. ‘You’re going to need that tonight.’
‘Oh yes – the long-awaited sex session with Angela.’
‘Come on. You need to take a shower – now!’

My head hurt as he unceremoniously yanked me out of bed. A couple of beers too many last night. But it had been like that every night since he’d moved in. Only this time – as we could afford a later start today – we were up to the early hours of the morning. We were watching some movie on television, but I couldn’t remember what it was. I think I fell asleep...
He guided me by the wrist into the en-suite bathroom and stood me in the shower cubicle.

‘Off you go then,’ he ordered.
‘Are you going to watch me?’
‘Got to make sure.’
‘It’s a good job I’m not shy!’
‘You sort of confirmed that with your shenanigans at the barbecue, didn’t you?’
I showered quickly and then stepped out of the cubicle, dripping wet.
‘Can you dry me off, please?’ I requested.
‘Jeez! The things a best man is supposed to do.’
‘I know. I feel like one of the landed gentry – with his valet performing the duties.’
He started to rub me on the back of the neck, and worked downwards from there.
He switched round to my front side, moving down until he reached my genital region. My cock responded to the fabric rubbing against it.
‘You seem to get easily aroused, Bede.’
‘I know. Maybe after waiting thirty-five years for my first lay – I’m just making up for lost time?’
‘Lucky bugger!’ he commented, ruefully.

He carefully rubbed the towel up and down my cock. It tingled with the sensation - although I wasn’t quite sure where he was going with this...
‘If you keep doing this, Derek – I’m going to pop!’
‘Would you want that?’
‘Sure? Why not?’
I stood with my back to the sink unit – my hands resting on the basin. To my slight surprise, he dispensed with the towel and used his right hand instead. The tension in my cock gradually built and built. This was totally surreal...

‘You’re in good shape, Bede,’ he said, casually.
‘The way you’re going on, Derek, you’d think you fancied me!’
‘Oh don’t be silly! I like watching porn and see plenty of naked men. I can assure you, though, it’s only the female participants who turn me on.’
‘Sorry. Only joking.’
‘Got nothing against Gays, mind.’
‘No – but if everyone was gay – the human race would become extinct.’
‘Decent logic, Bede, but you forget we have artificial insemination now.’
‘True. Those damned scientists always spoil the fun!’
My body trembled with the sensation and I drew in deeper breaths in sympathy. The final moment could not be far away.

‘Bet you’re never had a man do this to you,’ he said.
‘No. It’s completely decadent, don’t you think?’
‘Possibly – but is it really much different to doing it yourself?’
‘Guess not...’
‘How does it feel?’
‘Why does it always have to be so pleasurable?’
‘Beats me. Life would be so much simpler if it weren’t.’
‘Bugger!’ I exclaimed, as I ejaculated onto the bathroom floor. ‘That was intense.’
‘Good to see that everything’s in working order. Do you want breakfast now?’
‘Please.’