gayraunchyfun:In the middle of a family fuck fest, sucking off my dad and being plowed by my Big bro
gayraunchyfun:In the middle of a family fuck fest, sucking off my dad and being plowed by my Big bro! The living room of the hotel suite was a symphony of muted groans. We probably could have been louder and gotten away with it, but we didn’t want to take that chance. My husband of six hours, Derek, was passed out in the bedroom. He’d had one or five too many cocktails at our wedding reception. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t mad. If you can’t get plastered shit-faced drunk at your own wedding, when can you? I certainly wasn’t sober, I was at least buzzed. But I had done a better job of pacing myself over the night. Derek, bless him, had gone a little overboard.Derek has a good cock. It’s one of the many reasons I married him. But even a stud like him gets whiskey dick when you pour that much liquor into yourself. I’d helped Derek stagger into bed after the reception. He was so wiped out I couldn’t even get half of his tuxedo off before he was snoring. I left him there with his undershirt, slacks, and one sock still on. It was clear he needed to rest. I was tipsy, but I was still oddly wired. I was married. Married! I was a blissfully happy man on his wedding night. A night that should have been filled with desperate love-fueled fucking, but currently wasn’t.I had been browsing the channels on the TV in the living room, seriously considering whether I would pay for the gay porn channel so I could watch something while I jerked off (the movie that held my interest the most was some twink porn entitled “School Daze”), when there came a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and there was this adorable ginger kid in a red bellboy uniform. He was bringing me and Derek a bottle of congratulatory champagne, compliments of the hotel. It wasn’t a particularly fancy bottle, it was more about the fact that the bottle was decorated with rainbow ribbons. Was it cheesy? A little, but at least the hotel was trying to be friendly and inclusive.I’ll be honest, I…don’t totally remember how everything got started. I guess I was more buzzed than I realized. One moment the bellboy was smiling at me in the doorway of the suite, handing me the champagne and offering some endearingly sincere congratulations, the next I was on all fours on the couch in the living room as he was sliding into me. He was a stranger. He was inside me. He was bare. If I knew his name, I had already forgotten it. This was so wrong, but that was precisely what made it so hot. I needed this. I needed sex. I was so keyed up from the excitement of getting married that jerking off by myself on my wedding night seemed sad. I needed someone to cum with me, to cum IN me, to properly commemorate my wedding night.The bellboy was good, if maybe a bit inexperienced. He was more about the speed of his thrusting rather than the depth. But somehow that made it even more endearing. The fact that he needed to learn a little, that he wasn’t some hustler who regularly fucked guests. So I leaned my hips back and pressed against him, trying to wordlessly tell him that I wanted him to go deeper.Time skipped and there was another knock at the door. It was the front desk manager, wondering what was taking the bellboy so long to finish the delivery. My memory gets fuzzy again. I heard the manager’s voice on the other side of the door demanding to know what was taking Trent so long (Trent! THAT was his name!) to get back to work. Then next thing I know, my face is bobbing up and down between some fuzzy muscular thighs, the manager’s fat cock bumping the back of my mouth.I was a horny little groom, stuffed with cock at both ends. -- source link