The next morning, Chad and I donned our caps and gowns, and we got our diplomas.  Our families were cheering us on, and our professors were congratulating us, though Chad and I were harboring a secret that no one else knew.

Chad’s ass still held my load from the night before.  And my own ass held a load of Chad’s: he’d been kind enough to deposit it right before we left the house.  It was really fucking sexy to feel my man’s DNA in me, and to know my DNA was in him, while we marked this milestone in our lives.

Our families bonded a lot faster than we’d expected.  It was the first time they’d been properly introduced, much less spent any time together.  Yet Linda seemed to get along great with my mom, and Patrick even connected with Amy.  Unfortunately Chad’s father was nowhere to be seen, though we weren’t exactly surprised.

That whole weekend was a blur, between the ceremony itself, our families taking us out for dinners and whatnot, saying goodbye to our friends, and all the other stuff that goes with graduation.  But even that was just a taste of the whirlwind to come.

By that point, we were in the home stretch of wedding planning.  We’d gotten all the RSVP’s back, and once again, Chad’s father was notably missing.  That part definitely sucked—there was no sugarcoating that—but we’d already resigned ourselves to the fact that we might never talk to him again.  Chad kept a stiff upper lip, and we both swore not to let it ruin our special day.

We also signed a lease on a place outside of D.C., though we had to do it sight-unseen, since we didn’t have time for travel.  The city was crazy expensive, so we could only afford a crappy hole-in-the-wall with a long commute.  Chad was supposed to start his job right after the wedding, which meant we’d need to take the redeye on our wedding night.  Forget about any kind of honeymoon, at least for a while.

Still, I wasn’t about to complain. It felt like Chad and I were venturing into the world side-by-side. As if everything had been leading up to this moment.

By that last week, all the planning was done, and our guests were starting to fly in.  I’d hoped to spend real time with everyone, maybe show them around the city.  But there were just too many people to keep track of: friends, co-workers, aunts, uncles, cousins, you name it.

The rehearsal did feel a little weird.  I wasn’t used to being the center of attention, at least among so many people for such a long time.  But it was also kind of cool, since they were all there to celebrate me and Chad.  We’d been talking about the wedding for so long, trying to figure out every detail; now here we were, actually rehearsing the steps.

I’ve gotta admit, the rehearsal dinner was a little bittersweet.  Obviously I wished Bill would’ve been there.  His absence was especially obvious since my own dad was front and center, even if he looked like a deer in the headlights.

Overall, though, I knew I couldn’t complain.  After all, I was marrying the man I loved.  The man who’d unleashed feelings in me that I never knew I could have.  The man who still gave me butterflies whenever he looked into my eyes.  And I knew how incredibly lucky I was to have him.

After the rehearsal dinner, Thaxter and Bruce asked us to swing by their house.  We assumed they just wanted to touch base: since they were catering the wedding, we figured they had some last-minute question.  When we got there, the place was totally quiet, and all of the lights were off.  At first we were confused, but then—

“SURPRISE!”

A bunch of lights came on, and a crowd leaped out of hiding.  Chad and I jumped back, while the others cheered and blew their party horns.

“Holy shit,” Chad said.  “I mean....”

I had to take a second to look around.  A huge cross-section of our friends were there.  Some of them were obvious, like the guys we’d met through Thaxter: Mason, Madison, Kyle, and Jean-Jacques.  A bunch of our college buddies were there too, all in town for the wedding.  A lot of them were our fraternity brothers: Marcos, Ryan, Drew, Hunter, Travis, and Shane.  Plus the guys from Wildcat Pride: O’Mac, Garrett, and Andre.  Even Chad’s old friend Brandon was there.  Jean-Jacques had apparently pulled some strings and had brought his friends from Vitruvian Men: Flynn, Vince, Logan, Nate, Ray, and Ethan.

“Woah,” I said.  “You guys seriously didn’t need to do this....”

“You said you didn’t need any bachelor parties,” Marcos said, “but you were cool with us doing something for the both of you.  So here we are.”

I’d completely forgotten about that.  “Oh yeah,” I said without thinking.

Marcos put his arm around Chad’s shoulder.  “Plus we wanted to show support.  Considering your dad’s bullshit—”

“If he doesn’t stand by you,” Ryan said, “we want you to know you’ve got others who do.”

Chad clearly didn’t know what to say, and to be honest, neither did I.  I knew Ryan and Marcos had been a big help to Chad years before, especially when he was struggling to come out to his family.  But Chad had kept the more recent stuff pretty private.  The fact that Ryan and Marcos remembered—and that they knew it was still going on, and that they still cared—was pretty damn impressive.

Thaxter cleared his throat.  “It’s like I’ve always said... queers like us have got to stick together.”

“Wow,” Chad said, and he gave Marcos a big hug.  Then he hugged Ryan, Thaxter, and a couple of others.  Meanwhile, Kyle turned on the music, and Drew started passing out drinks.

I started to realize how much thought they’d put into this.  The beers were the same ones I’d recommended to Thaxter years before.  The snacks were all Chad’s guilty pleasures like chips and guac, seasoned popcorn, and cheese puffs.

Bruce made a toast, and everybody drank to me and Chad.  I have to say I was flattered, though I knew we couldn’t drink too much; we couldn’t risk being hung over the next day.

We definitely appreciated being able to catch up with our friends.  We hadn’t seen the twins, Mason and Madison, in ages.  They’d been through a pretty tough time, since their family had completely cut them off, but they insisted they’d come out of it stronger.

“Here’s what we learned,” Mason said.  “You know that cliche about the family you’re born into, versus the family you choose?  I mean, Thaxter’s right.  As long as someone’s got your back... it doesn’t really matter which category they fall into.”

“Yeah,” Chad said, “I guess when you put it that way—”

“In your case,” Madison said, “no matter what happens... you’ll always have your man.”

As we talked, some of the guys started getting in the pool, starting with Garrett, Andre, and Nate.  Chad and I were tempted to join them, but we didn’t have swim trunks with us.  Bruce told us not to worry; he and Thaxter had extras, which they let us borrow.  Vince and Logan did the same thing, so they started swimming around while Chad and I soaked in the jacuzzi.

“By the way,” Brandon said as he walked over to us, “I never got to thank you for your advice.”

“What advice?” I asked.

“Chad was giving me all kinds of pointers.  About coming out and stuff.  And he connected me with these guys.”  He pointed to Thaxter and Bruce.

“It’s cool,” Chad replied.  “I mean... you would’ve done that for me.”

“Yeah I guess,” Brandon said, “i-it’s just, well, it feels like I’ve got a lot left to learn.”

Chad shrugged.  “You and me both,” he replied.  “I’m not exactly a fountain of wisdom.  I’ve just been out of the closet a little longer than you.”

“Yeah I guess....”

Just then, we all saw a blur of skin as Travis jumped in the pool naked.  He did a cannonball into the water, which sent a big splash all over us.

Apparently the others were out of swim trunks, but Travis didn’t seem to care.  As soon as he surfaced, he made a beeline toward Nate and the others.  As he swam, his bare ass bobbed up and down.

Brandon looked away, as if he was scared of seeing something he shouldn’t.  But he was clearly intrigued.

“Dude,” Chad said as he lowered his voice, “it’s all right.  You’re at a gay pool party... you don’t need to look away.”

Brandon blinked.  Then he turned his head just in time to see Hunter strip down too, then get in the water himself.  Ethan followed a split second later.

Some of the others noticed Brandon’s reaction.  “You wanna join us?” Logan asked.  “Don’t be scared.  The water’s fine.”

Brandon looked back at me and Chad.  He didn’t say a word; he just scratched the back of his head.

“You know,” Chad said, “it’s not like you need my permission.”

Brandon took a deep breath, pulled off his shirt, and flicked off his flip-flops.  Then he yanked down his pants, revealing his well-toned ass and his package.  And he tiptoed into the pool.

“So,” I said to Chad, “I guess you’re his mentor now?”

“Not really,” he said.  “I just helped him put on the training wheels he needed.  Where he goes from here... well, that’s up to him.”

By that point, the patio had basically turned into a dance floor.  A lot of the guys were busting a move, though Mason and Madison put the others to shame, being professional dancers and all.

The party gradually got rowdier from there.  Nate seemed to take a particular interest in Travis’s naked body.  The two of them just flirted at first; then they started chasing each other around the pool, and they kept splashing water at each other.  Travis’s anatomy was bouncing around the whole time, in full view of everyone.

Ethan got out of the pool, and for a second or two, he just let the water drip off his bare skin.  He swung his head from side to side, and drops of water went every which way.  Then he walked across the patio, acting totally casual, never mind his penis swinging freely beneath him.

Chad and I looked at each other. I could tell he liked what he saw, and to be honest, I did too.  We clasped our hands together, then snuggled up against one another.  Then we relaxed our bodies, and we let the jacuzzi water swirl all around us.

Logan seemed to have taken Brandon under his wing.  He gave him a tentative kiss. At first Brandon didn’t move, but then the two of them started making out.

It didn’t take long before Ryan, Marcos, and Drew followed suit.  They were sitting on a lounge chair, kissing and caressing each others’ bodies.  Unlike Brandon, they seemed completely at ease; they’d been a throuple long enough that they knew just what to do.

I gotta admit, even though I’d known those three for years, I still kind of marveled at them.  I couldn’t imagine having an extra man in my life, but if there was one thing I’d learned, it was that you should stay true to yourself and love who you love.  All three boys were clearly into each other, which was probably all that mattered.

By this point Nate and Travis had stopped running around, and they’d started making out too.  Travis’s dick was getting visibly harder.  Nate was still wearing his swim trunks, but we could all see the outline of his cock, and it kept getting stiffer and stiffer.

Chad and I were practically transfixed.  I hadn’t forgotten how Logan and Nate had been the first guys I’d ever jacked off too, and Brandon had been Chad’s first-ever boy crush.  Not to mention Travis had been the one who’d made us jack off in front of one another, while Ryan, Marcos, and Drew had given us revelations of their own.

Logan lay down on the patio, pulled off his swim trunks, and motioned for Brandon to service his dick.  Brandon clearly wanted to do as he was told, but he still seemed nervous.

“It’s okay,” Logan said.  “None of us are gonna see anything we haven’t seen before.  Remember... we’re all cocksuckers too.”

Brandon looked around at the other guys.  Then he turned back to Logan, opened his mouth, and wrapped his tongue around Logan’s dick.

The throuple was also getting randy.  Ryan pulled off Marcos’s shirt, while Marcos pulled off Drew’s, and Drew pulled off Ryan’s, all while they kept on making out.  Then they went through the same drill with their pants, which sent their dicks flopping into the open, and their naked bodies started to intertwine.

By now Logan had spread his legs to give Brandon easier access.  Brandon was starting to lose his inhibitions, sucking Logan harder and harder, while Logan gasped and groaned.

“Oh fuck,” Logan said as he swiveled his hips.  “You’re a fucking natural....”

“Mm,” was all Brandon could say.

“So,” Logan said, “do you wanna ride this cock?”

Brandon blinked, but otherwise he didn’t respond.  He just kept on sucking away.

“I bet you do,” Logan said.  “I bet you’ll love this dick up your ass....”

I could tell Logan was right.  Brandon’s cravings were obvious from the way he devoured that man meat.

Vince handed Logan a condom and lube.  At first Brandon kept sucking Logan’s dick, as if he didn’t want to stop, but then he pulled back.

“Are you serious?” Brandon asked.

Logan didn’t answer at first.  He rolled the condom on his dick, then coated it with lube.  “It’s all yours,” Logan said.

Brandon paused for a moment, then jumped out of the pool.  Water came pouring off his body, with the biggest streams running down his back and his buttcrack.  By this point his dick was visibly throbbing.  He climbed onto Logan’s body, then lowered his ass toward Logan’s cockhead.  “Fuck,” he said as his hand guided Logan’s dick up his butt.  Finally Brandon threw his head back, and his cheeks came to rest on Logan’s crotch. Brandon adjusted his body a little, then started bouncing up and down.

I looked at Chad, who was staring at Brandon.  I couldn’t help wondering if Chad was a little jealous; after all, if things had gone differently, that could’ve been his own dick in Brandon’s ass.  But Chad didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered.  If anything, he held me tighter as he kept watching the show.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Logan said as he thrust into Brandon.

“Yeah?” Brandon said.  “You like that?”

Logan grinned as he kept gyrating his hips.  “The tighter the better,” he said.

On the other side of the pool, Ryan, Marcos, and Drew were busy playing with each other.  Their arms, legs, and torsos were spilling over the sides of the chair.  Drew practically fell to the ground, but he didn’t seem to mind.  Marcos plopped down next to him, grabbed his dick, and started sucking away.  Then Ryan followed; he put his dick in front of Drew, while he himself went down on Marcos.  Finally Drew started blowing Ryan, creating an unbroken chain.

Nate and Travis just cut to the chase.  Nate took off his swim trunks and got himself ready, while Travis lay down on his back.  Then Nate slid his dick into Travis, and they started banging away.

“Hot damn,” Hunter said as he watched the boys go at it.  Hunter’s bare cock was standing at attention, while his balls twitched ever so slightly.  He was obviously yearning for action of its own.

By now Ethan was openly touching himself.  Ray was too, except he was still wearing pants; at first he just played with his dick through the cloth, but then he unzipped his fly, pulled out his rod, and started full-on stroking.

Chad’s dick was also standing at attention.  I could tell he was oozing pre-cum, though it wasn’t visible underwater.  But to my well-trained eyes, his hormones were practically seeping through his pores.

I whispered in his ear.  “If you want to jack off too,” I said, “go ahead.”

“No,” he said.  “Remember... it’s our last night as unmarried men.”

“W-what does that mean?”

“I want to do something special.  Something more than jacking off.”

I nodded.  “Okay,” I said, “if you want to end our single years with a bang—”

“Babe... you know our single years have been over for a while.”

“Well....”  I ran my hands across his chest, and I had to resist the urge to reach for his crotch.  “Whatever you want to do tonight... I just want you to feel good.”

Chad put a finger on my lips.  “With you, babe,” he said, “I always feel good.”

I couldn’t argue with that.  I just kissed his finger, and I didn’t say a word.

Just a few feet away, Brandon was still riding Logan like a champ.  Brandon put his arms up, giving us a nice view of his pits.  His cock and balls kept flopping around, up and down, back and forth, while Logan reamed his ass.

Chad’s eyes followed Brandon’s body in perfect synchronization.  I knew what Chad was thinking—or, rather, what he was lusting after—though I didn’t mind it one bit.  I’d meant it when I’d said I just wanted him to feel good.  As long as I got his dick in the end.

Chad and I weren’t the only ones horny as hell.  The throuple was still going at it, with each of them blowing another, but Ryan was watching Brandon too.  “I fucking need that,” he said to his boyfriends.  “One of you is gonna need to fuck me right now.”

Marcos and Drew looked at each other. “Is it your turn or mine?” Marcos asked.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Ryan said.  Then he got on all fours, and he stuck out his ass, letting everyone see his eager pucker.

“You take the other end,” Marcos said to Drew.  Both boys kneeled over Ryan’s body, and they offered him their boners: Drew in front, with Marcos in the back.

“Mm,” Ryan said as he took both of his boyfriends in either end of his body.  Marcos slid his dick up Ryan’s ass, while Drew slid his dick down Ryan’s throat.  All three boys started getting into their rhythm.

Mason and Madison were also putting their experience to good use—though in their case it was their dancing.  They did all the same stuff they would’ve been doing onstage, playing with their clothes, taking off one thing at a time, and trying to keep us from seeing too much.  But it didn’t take long before they were naked too.

“Hot damn,” Kyle said.  He wasn’t even trying to hide the tent in his pants.  Flynn was sitting right next to him, and he was clearly hard too.  The two of them started pressing their bodies against one another, though they also kept watching the sights around them.

There was so much man flesh around us that we hardly knew where to look.  Chad kept turning his head between Brandon and Logan and Kyle and Flynn; plus he also seemed hungry for the other boys.  I was tempted to service Chad’s cock, maybe help him live out some of his fantasies.  But before I could, I heard yet another moan behind us.

Garrett and Andre had gotten naked too.  Andre had positioned himself on all fours, and he’d offered his ass to Garrett.  I caught a glimpse of Andre’s pucker; Garrett flicked it with his tongue, then buried his face in that ass.

“Oh fuck,” Andre said as he threw his head back.  He clearly loved his man’s rimjobs as much as I loved mine; I couldn’t help thinking of Chad’s lips on my hole, or his tongue up my chute.  That thought, in turn, made me want to rim Chad.

Before I could do anything, Brandon and Logan rolled over, and they started fucking missionary.  “Yeah,” Brandon said, “fuck, you feel so good in me....”

“You like that?” Logan asked as he kept pounding away.

“O-oh yeah,” Brandon gasped, “don’t stop fucking me, o-oh God... oh fuck yeah—”

“Take this,” Logan said as he thrust into him faster and faster.

Brandon hadn’t touched his own dick at all.  But now he couldn’t seem to resist: he started jacking himself off while Logan kept reaming his hole.

I had to wonder what was going through Brandon’s head.  Considering how new he was to the gay world, he’d probably never seen anything like this, at least outside of porn.  It was almost like he was going through an initiation, the same way Chad and I had done with our fraternity brothers.  At the same time, Brandon was so into it that I couldn’t help wondering if he was going through a slut phase.  If he was, I could only hope he wouldn’t make the same mistakes I did; and wherever his journey took him, I hoped it would be an exciting one.

Chad clearly couldn’t wait for Brandon to cum.  I could practically see the reflection in Chad’s eyes as Brandon’s body writhed on the ground.

“Holy fuck!” Brandon yelled as his muscles seized up, and he busted his nut.  A long jet of cum flew into the air, twisted around, and landed on his shoulder.  Then a bunch of splatters went every which way.

“Damn,” Chad said as he licked his lips.  He was trying to hide how much that turned him on, but I knew.  I could hear it in his voice.  Not to mention I recognized the look on his face.

Kyle, on the other hand, wasn’t hiding a thing.  He’d pulled Flynn’s pants partway down, and he was playing with himself while he worshiped Flynn’s cock.  He caressed that shaft with his tongue, then ran his whole face across Flynn’s package.  He seemed to savor the sensation of Flynn’s boner against his lips, his cheek, his nose, and his forehead.  Then he gripped it firmly and gave it a few strokes.  “I need this inside me,” he finally said.

“Yes sir,” Flynn said as he dropped his trou the rest of the way, and he went for the condoms and lube.

Kyle stripped off the rest of his clothes, and he got in position.  He lay on his side, on another lounge chair, and he lifted one leg.  Then Flynn crouched behind him, and without further ado, he slid his dick inside.

At the next chair over, Vince was lying back with his legs spread wide, while Madison gave him a blowjob.  Ethan, Hunter, Jean-Jacques, Mason, and Ray were all watching the show, each one quietly stroking himself.

“So,” Logan said to Ethan, who was sitting right beside him, “d’you like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” Ethan said.

“You want some of that for yourself?”

Ethan didn’t say a word.  He didn’t really need to answer, since the look on his face said it all.

Logan moved in for a kiss, and he and Ethan started making out.  One thing led to another as they got more and more intense.  At first I assumed Logan would top, but he didn’t; instead, he lubed up his hole, and he let Ethan impale it.

By now the orgy was so huge that it was almost hard to follow.  Eight guys were doing anal: Nate, Travis, Marcos, Ryan, Kyle, Flynn, Logan, and Ethan, not counting Brandon who’d finished.  Plus the five guys doing oral, either giving or receiving: Drew, Andre, Garrett, Vince, and Madison.  Not to mention the others jacking off.

It only took a minute before the lineup shifted, as Ryan, Marcos, and Drew switched positions.  Now it was Marcos’s turn to get spit-roasted: he bottomed for Drew while he sucked Ryan’s dick.  It also didn’t take long before Garrett and Andre went from rimming to fucking, as Garrett stuck his cock in the butt he’d just eaten.  Then Vince and Madison did basically the same thing, as Madison took the dick he’d just sucked.

Chad and I curled up even closer.  Under normal circumstances, our dicks would’ve been straining against our clothes; but the jacuzzi’s jets were swirling water all around us, and bubbles were inflating our swim trunks.  We could’ve fooled around underwater without the others knowing.  But I already felt like I was in heaven, snuggling with my man, feeling our boners press into each other.  All while watching my fetish play out in front of me.  It was a moment that my virgin self could’ve never imagined.

Travis was still taking Nate like a champ.  They’d been going at it quite a while, but Travis seemed in no hurry to stop.  He moaned with every thrust from Nate’s dick, while his own dick and ballsack bounced back and forth.  Eventually he reached up and pulled Nate closer, and they started making out.

Shane and O’Mac were the only ones still on the sidelines: they’d just watched without doing anything else.  But now Shane whispered to his boyfriend: “I want you to fuck me like that.”

O’Mac frowned.  “You know I never top.”

“Well,” Shane said as he put an arm around him, “there’s a first time for everything.”

“Wait,” Hunter said as he butted into the discussion.  “Are you saying you’ve never topped?”

O’Mac flicked his wrist.  “Do I look like a top to you?”

“I think you’d be a good one,” Shane said.  “And I would know.”  Without waiting for an answer, Shane pulled off his shirt and yanked down his pants, and his hard cock bounced into view.

“I—”

“Are you saying you don’t want to have sex with me?”

“Of course I’m not saying that.”

“Okay,” Shane said as he pulled off his boyfriend’s clothes, “I’ll return the favor... I promise.”

I’d never seen O’Mac’s dick before, but it turned out to be gorgeous—a lot like the dick we’d seen on his brother when we’d caught him in the shower.  I could see why Shane would want that rod up his butt.  Of course, Shane had a good-sized dick of his own, so I could see how O’Mac would want that too.  For a moment they both stared at each other, as if they were debating what to do.

Finally O’Mac gave a quiet nod, and his boyfriend responded with a grin.  Shane lay down and opened his legs flat; then he lubed himself up, and he motioned for O’Mac to come over.

O’Mac was visibly nervous.  He got between Shane’s legs, and he touched his cockhead against Shane’s hole.  But he almost seemed afraid to go in.

Shane gripped O’Mac’s flesh, and he guided his boyfriend’s body till he was in all the way.  “Oh yeah,” he said, “your dick feels so good....”

O’Mac nodded but didn’t say anything.  He looked like he was still getting used to this.

“Now fuck me,” Shane said.  “Don’t be shy.”

It was kind of funny to see Shane act like that.  I hadn’t forgotten when he’d just started questioning his sexuality, and how he’d lost his man virginity in the basement of our frat house.  Yet here he was, acting like an old pro as he demanded dick.

O’Mac’s thrusts were awkward at first, but then he seemed to start enjoying himself. His rhythm got smoother, and he started making out with his man.

Travis let out another moan as Nate’s dick pistoned his ass.  “Oh shit,” Travis gasped.  “Oh shit... oh shit... oh shit... O-O-O-O-O-OH HOLY FUCK!”  Then he started cumming all over himself.

Nate kept going till Travis’s dick stopped shooting.  Then Nate pulled out and yanked off his condom, and he jerked himself off the rest of the way.  “Fuck yeah,” he said as his body twitched, and his eyes rolled back in his head.  Then he busted his nut all over Travis’s cock and balls.

Logan and Ethan weren’t far behind them.  Ethan’s grunts got louder, and his thrusts got faster.  Then his tendons went taut, and he embedded his dick deep in Logan’s ass.

“Yeah,” Logan said as he stroked himself harder and harder, “keep cumming in me....”  Then he got off himself, and his jizz splattered in all directions.

“I’m getting close too,” Marcos said, and both of his boyfriends responded.  Drew pulled his dick from his ass, while Ryan lay flat on the ground.

“I’ll do the honors,” Drew said as he climbed on top of Ryan.  Then, without batting an eye, he started riding Ryan’s dick while blowing Marcos too.

Marcos’s ass was still quivering from the pounding it had just gotten.  Drew fingered it ever so slightly.

“Yeah babes,” Marcos said.  “You feel so good... oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum....”

Drew looked up at Marcos, without taking his mouth off Marcos’s cock.  He nodded his head, like he was giving Marcos permission to nut.

“Oh shit!” Marcos yelled as his ass tightened up, and his ballsack contracted.  He thrust into Drew’s mouth, and Drew happily took it.  Ryan didn’t miss a beat; he kept his rhythm going while Marcos kept on cumming.

Finally Marcos let out a sigh, and he pulled his dick from Drew’s mouth.  His load was still sloshing around on Drew’s tongue.  Instead of swallowing, Drew leaned down to Ryan and gave him a kiss, so the two of them could share their boyfriend’s jizz.

Garrett was the next to go over the edge.  He just yelled, “Oh shit!” as he slammed his dick into Andre’s ass.

“Yeah baby,” Andre said.  “Give it to me....”

Kyle started orgasming at almost the same moment.  He screamed with pleasure as Flynn pounded his hole, while jets of cum flew across his chair.

“Fuck yeah!” Garrett said, as he gave Andre a few final thrusts.  Then he stopped to catch his breath, and he pulled out his cock.  As he did, a glob of his cum dripped from Andre’s hole.

The orgy still wasn’t over, not by a long shot.  Four of the guys were still fucking: Vince, Madison, O’Mac, and Shane.  A bunch of the others were stroking their cocks and hungry for more.

Hunter and Ray were now fondling each other.  Neither one said a word, though they didn’t really need to.  They both knew it was time to go all the way.  Ray reached for the condoms and lube, and he got himself ready while the two of them both made out.  Then Hunter climbed on top of Ray’s body, lowered his ass on Ray’s dick, and started riding him reverse-cowboy.

“Fuck,” Mason said as he played with himself, “I want in on this too....”

“You wanna join us?” Vince asked.

“Does that count for me too?” Jean-Jacques asked.

“Hey wait,” Brandon said.  “Don’t forget our guests of honor.”

All eyes turned to me and Chad.  They almost seemed embarrassed for not having included us.

Chad and I glanced at each other, but we could tell we were both on the same page.  “We’re cool,” Chad said.  “You guys are putting on a hell of a show.”

“Are you sure?” Brandon asked.

“We’re sure,” I replied.  “Don’t worry about us.  Remember... we’re the ones who’ll end up getting dick till death do us part.”

“Well all right... I mean, if you want to put it that way....”

“Anyway, where were we?” Madison asked.

“Right about here,” Vince said as he pulled out of Madison, then turned and grabbed Mason’s cock.  “I bet this is gonna feel awesome in my ass.”

“I’ll take this one,” Ethan said to Brandon.

“And I want this one,” Nate said to Kyle.  He and the others were so casual, they acted like they were picking out food at a store.  Like they all wanted a prime cut of meat.

With that, the boys started off on their second round.  Vince lay flat on his back and lifted one leg, and Mason started fucking him in a pirate’s bounty.

Ethan sat on Brandon’s lap, wrapped his legs around his body, and took control of Brandon’s cock.  Ethan teased him for a second, caressing Brandon’s shaft with his buttcrack, sliding it up and down ever so gently.  Then Ethan positioned his pucker against Brandon’s cockhead, and he guided that man meat inside him.

Kyle lay flat on one of the chairs, while Nate sat down on his cock.  Then Nate lay down with his back on Kyle’s chest, and they started fucking in a pearly gates.

Jean-Jacques moved in on Hunter and Ray.  At first he just played with Hunter’s dick, carefully stroking him while Ray kept thrusting into him.  But it was pretty obvious Jean-Jacques wanted more.

“I want in on this too,” Flynn said as he offered himself to Ethan and Brandon.  Both boys went for his cock, licking and sucking without breaking their own rhythm.  At first they both serviced him at once, but then they started to take turns: Ethan blew him for a minute, then let Brandon take over.

Jean-Jacques, Hunter, and Ray were now switching positions.  Ray’s dick was still inside Hunter, but now Hunter was sticking his dick in Jean-Jacques, so the three of them were in a train.  It took a second for them to get synchronized, but then they got the hang of it, and they started thrusting away.

The other threesome had now come apart, though they were still making out: Drew, Ryan, and Marcos were each fondling each other and working their cocks.  Travis was sitting just off to their side, also stroking himself while he watched the others go at it.

“Oh baby,” Shane was saying as O’Mac pounded away.  “Fuck, I love your dick in me....”

“Yeah?” O’Mac said, but then Shane kissed him so hard that he couldn’t say anything more.

Shane clearly loved being the bottom for a change.  His whole body was squirming with pleasure, and he kept moaning as he made out with his man.  His arms and legs were wrapped around O’Mac, clutching him as tightly as humanly possible.

O’Mac seemed to have gotten into his groove, thrusting into Shane harder and harder.  Apparently topping was a skill that he hadn’t known he had.

Shane let out a yelp, and he broke off their kiss.  He barely got out the words “HOLY FUCK!” before his cum blasted out of his cock.  His ropes were thick and creamy, and they piled on top of one another, till his whole load was jiggling on his abs.

“Oh yeah,” Vince said as he went past the point of no return.  He stroked his cock while Mason pounded his load out of him.

Flynn couldn’t take it any longer.  He grabbed Brandon’s head and face-fucked him harder and harder.  Then he pumped his cum in Brandon’s mouth.

Chad licked his lips.  He didn’t say anything, but I knew what he was thinking.  Chad’s first boy crush was eating a load from his favorite porn star.  Chad was clearly marveling at the sight, but he was happy to let them do their thing, and he showed no signs of wanting to join in.  He just let out a deep sigh and held me tight.

I noticed Ryan, Marcos, and Drew were also holding back.  Granted, they’d all been jacking, sucking, and fucking in front of us; but they’d kept it all between them, unlike years past when they’d fooled around with others.  They actually went about it the same way Garrett and Andre did, or for that matter O’Mac and Shane.  They just wanted each other, and that was it.

Travis, on the other hand, seemed as slutty as ever.  “Okay, new rule,” he said.  As he stood up, we saw he was still covered in cum from before.  “I don’t want to see any more of your loads going to waste.  From now on, consider me your bukkake boy.”  Then he lay down in the middle of the crowd.

The others were quiet at first.  “So,” Hunter said, “you want us all to cum on you?”

“Well yeah,” Travis said as he looked around at our fraternity brothers.  “Think of it this way.  It’s like when we played cum-on-a-cookie... except this time I get to be the cookie.”

I’ve gotta say I’d never thought of Travis as a cum whore.  Based on the others’ expressions, I don’t think they had either.  But the more I thought about it, the more I figured it made sense.  He’d always seemed to love initiating pledges.  Including that weekend when he’d initiated me and Chad.  Not that we were about to complain.

Nine of these fuckers still hadn’t gotten off: O’Mac, Andre, Ryan, Drew, Mason, Madison, Hunter, Ray, and Jean-Jacques.  Travis’s boner made clear how badly he wanted them to bust.

Ryan was the first to follow Travis’s orders, though he seemed to tease him a little.  Ryan knelt on the ground and conveyed the orders to his boyfriends.  “You heard the man,” he said to Drew and Marcos.  “Stop the bullshit and fuck me.”

“Amen to that,” O’Mac said to Shane.

“At your service,” Shane replied.

O’Mac put his arms around his man.  “You know I love you,” he said, “and you know I’ll always take care of you... but I’m still a bottom at heart.”

“I do know that,” Shane replied, “which is why I made you a promise.”  Then the two of them started making out while O’Mac lubed himself up.

Finally Shane aimed his dick at O’Mac’s hole, and he made his way inside.  O’Mac gasped as he took that massive rod up his ass, and he savored every inch along the way.  Then he smiled and groaned with pleasure.

Andre was just as demanding.  He forced Garrett to start pounding him again, though Andre’s hole was already full of Garrett’s cum.  Andre kept on stroking himself while Garrett pistoned away.

The anal train also kept going.  Ray kept fucking Hunter, while Hunter kept fucking Jean-Jacques.

The other guys kept jacking off even harder.  Kyle was going for his second nut as he fingered his hole with one hand as he stroked himself with the other.  Ethan was basically doing the same thing, except he skipped the ass play.  Mason and Madison didn’t need an excuse to beat their meat; they each started pounding themselves as hard as they could. Brandon and Nate started making out, while Flynn made out with Logan.

Ryan’s eyes were shut tight as Drew plowed his ass.  Then Ryan’s mouth dropped open, his hole clamped down on his boyfriend’s rod, and he seemed to aim his nozzle the best he could.  “Oh shit!” Ryan yelled as he shot his load in Travis’s face.  His first rope hit Travis’s nose, the second went sort of diagonally across his cheek and his forehead, and the third splattered on his lips and his chin.

Madison went next: his dick spasmed in his hand, and his man milk lathered Travis’s package.  Some of his cum shot on Travis’s ballsack, some of it disappeared in his pubes, and some of it went on his shaft and his abs.

Mason couldn’t seem to stop himself at that point.  He busted his nut, adding his own juices on top of Madison’s.

Travis looked like he was in a daze as he stared up at the other guys.  From his angle, he must’ve had a helluva view, with all those hairy taints, bouncing balls, and throbbing cockheads.  In all conceivable shapes, sizes, and colors.  All primed to erupt all over him.  And he seemed to love every second of it.

The throuple switched positions yet again, so now Marcos was fucking Drew, while Ryan caressed them both.  Drew clearly loved getting fucked up his ass, so he smiled even as he closed his eyes and moaned.  He seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as O’Mac, for the same basic reason: there just wasn’t any denying the joys of getting reamed.

Andre seemed to feel the same way.  He was still bottoming for Garrett, though Garrett’s earlier load had kept leaking from his hole and was now running down his leg.  “Oh baby,” he gasped.  “Holy shit... oh God....”  Then, a split second later, Andre unleashed his man milk on Travis.

As soon as Andre was done, Garrett yanked his dick out and jacked himself off.  His earlier cum was now his lube, and it gurgled and spurted as he pounded his pud.

Kyle splooged about a second after that.  His body jerked right as he was cumming, so his load went every which way.  Most of it landed on Travis’s pecs, though some of it got on his shoulders, and a few drops missed their target completely.

“Oh yeah,” O’Mac said between grunts, as his boyfriend kept plowing his ass.  O’Mac was so vocal that we could practically hear him going over the edge.  Then he went silent, and he too jizzed on Travis.

“Fuck!” Drew said as he busted too.  Then Flynn and Logan broke off their kiss, as they nutted in almost perfect synchronization.

Jean-Jacques yelled something in French, then added his load to the mix.  He savored the feeling for a moment; then, as soon as his dick was done shooting, he switched places with his boys.  Now Jean-Jacques was at the back of the anal train, while Ray was in the middle and Hunter was in the front.

The throuple also switched positions, so that Ryan was fucking Marcos.  It was almost a perfect reversal of the night we’d first met, when Chad and I had watched Marcos fuck the cum out of Ryan, all under Travis’s watchful eye.  I couldn’t help thinking how that night had come full circle.

Ethan seemed to be trying to edge, hoping to prolong the moment as long as he could, but his body wasn’t cooperating.  He was so turned on—thanks to the countless cocks and balls around him—that he got off in spite of himself.

By this point, Travis’s body was dripping with cum, or at least a lot of it was.  But he clearly wanted more, and the other guys were happy to oblige.

Hunter went next; he unleashed his chowder in a second or two, scoring a direct hit in Travis’s eyes.  After that, Nate shot his wad too, though most of it went on Travis’s inner thighs and taint.

Shane was basically following Garrett’s lead: he’d pulled out of his man and was jacking off too.  Garrett’s face scrunched up, and he yelped as his penis cream went all over Travis.  Shane quickly followed suit.

Marcos and Ray were still getting fucked, but neither could last any longer.  Both of them got off while they savored the dicks in their ass.

Last but not least were Travis and Brandon.  They’d both cum earlier, but now they couldn’t resist jacking off.  Travis was so completely drenched that he let off splatters as he stroked.  But it only took a few seconds before he arched his back, and he added his own load to the mix.

“Holy fuck,” Brandon said as he finished off the orgy with his dick erupting with cum.  It was a sight that would’ve driven a high-school-aged Chad downright wild.  Once again, Brandon shot some long creamy ropes that seemed to twist in mid-air.  Most of his juices ended up on Travis, so they became part of the soup that was already there.  Brandon didn’t stop there, at least not right away.  He kept pounding his pud till the bursts got smaller and smaller, then finally ceased.  At that point, most of his body went limp, and he tried to catch his breath.

“Damn,” Travis said, “that was fucking amazing.”  He tried to sit up, but man milk spilled all over him as he moved.  Some of it got in his eyes, so he tried to wipe his face.  Then his foot slipped, and he plopped back down on the ground, and he just let his body wallow in a cum-covered bliss.

Chad leaned over and kissed me.  “Did you like that?” he asked.

I knew I didn’t need to answer outright.  Chad knew my orgy fetish better than anyone.  “How much of this was your doing?” I asked.

“Nothing really,” he said.  “They just asked if they needed to keep things PG-13, and I said no... though I also said you’d just want to watch.”

“Sounds like you were right on both counts,” I said as I gave him another kiss.  I was still kind of amazed at how well Chad saw through me, and how closely he was in sync with me.  Even though most of these guys had seen us naked—in a lot of cases jacking off or fucking—we both knew that stuff was behind us.  Now Chad’s dick was my exclusive territory, just like my dick was his, either visually or otherwise.

When we went to change back into our clothes, we realized Thaxter and Bruce had retreated inside the house.  They hadn’t been part of the fuck-fest at all, but now it was obvious what they were doing.  Their bedroom door was closed, but we could hear the groans and grunts from inside.

Chad and I both looked at each other.  Chad closed the guest room door so we could be alone.  But we could still hear the noises through the walls.

“I guess that’s our future,” he said.

I chewed my lip at first, then nodded.  There’d been a time where I could hardly imagine us as old men; but that too was long past.  Now it was easy to see us going gray together.  At least it was easy for me.  “Well,” I said, “all I can say is... I hope we’ll still be fucking our brains out.”

“I’m pretty sure that can be arranged,” Chad said.  Thaxter and Bruce’s voices were just as passionate as the twentysomethings we’d just watched—actually quite a bit more.  After all, the two of them had spent a lot of their life together, and it showed.

“I guess that gives us something to look forward to,” I said as I put my arms around my man.  “You know... I seriously want you to know how much I love you.”

“You know I love you too... more than you can believe.”  And with that, we started making out.  The smell of Chad’s skin poured into my lungs, while the taste of his tongue wrapped around mine.

I could feel Chad’s hands caressing my back, as they made their way further and further down.  I’d almost forgotten we were there to take off our swim trunks, though Chad was happy to remind me.  He slid his fingers inside my waistband, then started pulling it down.  I responded in kind, pulling Chad’s swim trunks off his ass, and massaging his glutes.  Finally we pulled off our swim trunks the rest of the way, and I lay back on the guest bed.  Chad lubed me up with his spit, lay down on top of me, and guided his penis inside me.

With that, Chad and I started making love, for what we knew would be our last time as fiancés.  Our last time allegedly living in sin.  Our last time before I got to call him my husband—which was what turned me on more than anything else.

We took it nice and slow as we wrapped our bodies around one another.  I loved how we were completely alone together, pleasuring each other with no artificial help, not even a dab of lube.  I felt a little more friction than usual, but by that point, my ass knew his cock so well that it hardly even mattered.

If anything, I could feel his anatomy that much more as it slid in and out of my hole.  My sphincter embraced him as tightly as ever.  I got to savor the ridge on the underside of his shaft, the veins that ran right beneath the surface and that throbbed when he was horny. I could practically feel the pores on his rod.

Most of all, I loved the feeling of our lips locked together.  Our tongues swirling around each other’s mouths.  Our spit mixing together.  Not to mention the smell of Chad’s breath, and the knowledge that I was breathing in air that had just come from inside him.  To me, that was sexier than all the sucking and fucking of all our other friends put together.

Chad seemed to feel the same way.  “Oh baby,” he said as we kept making out, “you’re such a fucking stud....”

“You’re the stud around here....”

“I don’t know about that,” he replied as he shivered with pleasure.

Just then, his cockhead hit my prostate, and my body jolted with electricity.  My lips slammed against his, this time harder than before, as I stifled the sounds coming out of my body.  Chad swiveled his hips, then slowly thrust back into me.  His piss slit brushed against my G-spot, which set off whole new waves of ecstasy.

“Mm,” Chad mumbled as he kept on kissing me.  His balls were clearly starting to boil; I could tell from the way his breaths were getting quicker, his movements were more intense, and his dick was swelling inside me.

He hit my prostate again, and I let out a muffled scream, though I made sure to keep Chad’s lips firmly locked against mine.  My neurons started firing harder than ever.

Finally both of our bodies seized up, and we both orgasmed at once.  Chad erupted inside me, while I shot ropes of cum on both of our chests.  “Oh fuck!” Chad gasped as he broke off our kiss, and he arched his neck while he gave me a few more thrusts.  “Oh yeah baby....”  We both savored the waves of pleasure that were washing over us.  I knew Chad’s orgasm face so well, but I never got tired of watching it, just like I never got tired of feeling him come down from his high.

I hadn’t touched my dick the whole time.  I’d gotten off purely from feeling Chad inside me—and I don’t just mean up my ass.  The biggest turn-on of all was the thought of getting to be with him till death do us part.  And it resulted in one of the most massive loads I’d ever shot.

“Woah,” Chad said as he seemed to go light-headed.  He’d cum as hard as I had, and had practically filled me to the brim.  I could feel some of his juices dribbling out of my hole, but I didn’t move a muscle.

We were both a quivering mess, but in the most incredible way.  We just lay there for as long as we could, savoring the afterglow, with our bodies firmly merged into one.  It felt like just the right way to bring this phase of our sex lives to an end.

The next day, it was finally time to make things official.  We put on our tuxes and our bow ties, and we let our mothers fuss over our hair, while we listened to the murmur of the crowd growing outside.  It was trippy to think how all the plans we’d made, and all the decisions we’d pored over, had now led up to this.  It was also surreal to think of the people who’d come from every corner of our lives: from Amy and Dylan, to Patrick, to our friends from high school and college and wherever else, to more extended family like Rachel and Todd, to the Fishers—Seth and Claire—and even Chad’s old boss, former Congressman Wheeler.

I’ll never forget how we stepped out in the sun to walk down the aisle.  We obviously weren’t playing “Here Comes the Bride”; instead, we played an orchestral version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”  It might’ve been a little on-the-nose, but it reminded me of my favorite movie, and Chad and I had both liked the arrangement, so we went with it.

I do remember seeing a car pull over nearby.  But I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t think anything of it.  Chad and I went through the ceremony just how we’d planned, with a few words from our officiant Jeff, and some ceremonial gestures before we said our vows and exchanged our rings.  It was such a blur that I hardly remember it at all.

The part I do remember was when Jeff pronounced us husbands for life.  Then we shared a kiss, and our guests applauded.

When we finished our kiss, we looked out at everyone.  That’s when Chad and I saw a figure in the back.

“Holy shit,” Chad said in his first words as a married man.  It wasn’t the romantic line I’d expected, but then again, I couldn’t really blame him.

Chad’s father had shown up after all.  He seemed to be trying to keep a low profile, since he sat in the last row.  But he was dressed up like everyone else, and Pam and Gladys were sitting at his side.

Chad and I looked at each other, but before we could say anything, the music started up again.  It was time for us to head back up the aisle.

This was a development we hadn’t expected.  We’d planned for my parents to play big parts in the wedding, along with Chad’s mom—a.k.a. Bill’s ex—but we obviously hadn’t planned anything for Bill himself.  It was hard to downplay the fact that he was there, since so many other guests knew him, including people like Seth.  We were almost tempted to have him say a few words at the reception, but we didn’t.  Bill didn’t seem to want the attention, so we just let him be.  We were just glad he was there.

We got the full story later that night, after we’d cut the cake, when things were winding down.  That’s when we got to talk to Pam and Gladys, while Bill was busy talking to Seth.  We noticed the ladies had rings of their own.  “W-wait,” Chad said.  “Did you get married too?”

“Yes we did,” Pam replied.  “After what happened to your father... we knew we needed to be prepared if something happened to us.  And seeing what you boys were doing... let’s just say you got us to step things up.  So we went to the courthouse, and we took Bill with us... and apparently he learned quite a bit.”

“Wow,” he said.

“Listen, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier.  Up until this morning, I wasn’t sure if this would happen... and I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he said.  “You think I’m gonna get hung up on that?  This is... well, it’s a helluva wedding present, I’ll tell you that much.”

Pam clucked her tongue.  “Well,” she said, “I still think those hand tools will be useful.”

Amy chose that moment to walk up behind me.  “So,” she said, “now that you get to live happily ever after—”

“Oh come on,” I said.  “You know it’s not like that.”

“It’s a joke, you dumbass.  I was just gonna say, no matter what happens to you boys... you’ll always be my crazy little brother.  And don’t you forget it.”

I was tempted to roll my eyes, but I didn’t.  I just gave her a big hug.

We did have a flight to catch, so we couldn’t stick around long.  But we still said goodbye to as many people as we could.  Like my Mom and Dad.  And Chad’s brother.  And his mom.  And finally his dad.

Bill was using a cane as he limped up to us.  He didn’t seem to know what to say.  “That... it wasn’t what I expected,” he mumbled.  “It was... pretty normal.”

Coming from anyone else, that could’ve been offensive.  But coming from Bill, it was practically a compliment.

Chad didn’t blink.  “I hope you had a good time,” he said.  “And I mean it.”

“I suppose so,” Bill replied.  “You know... if you’ll be living in D.C....”

“Yeah...?”

“My doctors say I might go back to work soon.  And I still have that job waiting for me in Reston.”

Chad didn’t seem to know how to respond.  “That’s awesome,” he said.  “I-I mean... if you take that job... you can always come over.  As much as you want.  And maybe... well, maybe you’ll get to see how ‘normal’ we really are.”

Bill paused for a moment, then nodded.

Chad gave his father a hug.  “I love you Dad.”

“I....”  Bill looked up at me, then looked back at Chad.  “I love you too, son.”

Chad stood there as long as he could, barely moving a muscle.  He clearly didn’t want to leave, though he didn’t have a choice.  Eventually we both said our goodbyes to Bill, promised to stay in touch, and headed for the airport.

I kept thinking of the poem Chad had given me.  “We two boys together clinging,” was how Walt Whitman had put it, “One the other never leaving....  Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving....”

I felt a wave of emotion as we strapped ourselves in for the journey ahead—literally and figuratively—then got in position at the head of the runway.  I looked into Chad’s eyes as the plane’s engines started to roar, and we started barreling forward, then soared into the sky.  I felt a lot like when I’d come out to my family, when I hadn’t known what to expect.  Except now I had my husband by my side.  And at that particular moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to be with him.

Chad apparently felt the same way, though his reaction was different.  The seatbelt sign had just turned off when he whispered in my ear: “I’m heading to the bathroom.  Wait long enough that they don’t suspect us.  Then come and join me.”  Then he unbuckled his seat belt, hurried for the lavatory, and shut the door behind him.

I’ve gotta admit that I felt a few nerves.  Chad and I had talked about joining the Mile-High Club, but we’d never actually done it.  This did seem like as good a time as any, considering it was our wedding night, even if we were spending it on a redeye to Dulles.  I definitely liked the idea of consummating our marriage with a new sex act we’d never tried before.

Whitman’s words kept echoing through my head: “No law less than ourselves owning... sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening... air breathing, water drinking,... Fulfilling our foray.”

Finally I took a deep breath, got up from my seat, and headed aft as casually as I could.  Then I opened the door to my eager waiting husband.  The one whose cock I’d been lusting for all along.  I stepped inside and locked the door behind us.  And with that, we embarked on a new adventure... in more ways than one.

The End