Wedded Bliss

Part 3

Instead of Paul jacking himself, Dick suggested I blow my bud until he was ready to shoot his load. Then Dick would hold the 'wedding' cake below Paul's balls while I held his boner and directed the explosions of juice.

After I'd knelt in front of my bud's small patch of black pubes, placed my hands on his narrow hips, and began to slide my lips over the ridge of his swollen knob, I could see the camera outa the corner of my eye. It was just a few feet away, so Jo must've been getting some awesome close-up footage.

Then I felt Paul's hands on my head, and his fingers running through my blonde hair, as he started getting into a pelvic rhythm. Pretty soon, his six inches was mercilessly stabbing away at my tonsils. And his hangers were bouncing off my chin with each of his determined thrusts, which grew progressively more aggro as he got closer to offloading.

"The cake! The cake!" He moaned, then released his grip on my head.

I pulled my face away, grabbed his shiny, spit-lubed throbber, and aimed it at the sponge, which Dick was holding. There was no way I could spell our names with his jizz 'cause his rock-hard meat was fighting my fist like crazy as wad after wad of boy juice exploded outa his piss hole, then draped over the cake.

"Hey!" Freddie exclaimed excitedly as he pointed to the glistening blobs of cum. "It kinda looks like P and D… well, it does if you use your imagination... kinda."

"That was so damn cool," Dick laughed. "Hey, listen up, Daniel. You've gotta get yourself a harem, man. You wanna marry me as well? I wanna shove this piece of hot cock down your throat, too. It was the fucking dope watching Paul fuck your face. Woohoo! Hey, Paul, are you always that aggro? You surprised the hell outa me, man."

"I dunno. I don't think about being aggro when Daniel blows me. I get too damn excited to think about anything... specially when he wraps his tongue around my cockhead. Whoa!"

"Wait 'til you see the vid, man. You're not gonna believe it."

"Hey! I shot the damn thing," Jo agreed, "and even I don't believe it! Mind you, the fuck scenes were totally awesome as well. I gotta have a copy of this tape, man." Then Jo surrendered to a fit of the giggles before continuing. "I gotta say, though, it looked so fucking hilarious!"

"What?"

"You!… wearing that white, wedding veil on your head while you were pumping Daniel's face like there was no tomorrow! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! He, he, he, he, he! I'll bet no bride's ever been filmed fucking the groom's face before! That's gotta be a first! Cracked me up majorly! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

After we'd all eaten a slice of 'wedding' cake soaked in fresh boy juice, and washed down with soda, the guys dressed, said their goodbyes, then left us alone.

"You feel kinda… I dunno… different?" Paul asked after closing the front door.

"Hey, bro, what kinda lamo question is that? I'm looking at my bud with a veil over his face. That's about as different as you can get, dude."

"No, I don't mean the veil or anything. I mean, I know it was just a game and everything, but it kinda feels real somehow."

"You mean like we're married?"

"Don't you feel kinda different now?"

"I guess. It was weird having Dick with the bowler hat and the book… and saying all those wedding type words like some preacher or whatever… 'cept for his huge boner."

"People have been married in the nude before… like those nudist people."

"Not with boners, though. Or a truckload of jizz on the wedding cake."

"You think we're weird?"

"Us? No way, bro," I laughed. "Straight as a pin. This kinda thing happens every day. You wanna watch the vid?"

"Yeah. You want another soda?"

"Got any beer?"

"It's my dad's."

"I'll replace it. I'll get Dick to get us a sixpack tomorrow. Speaking of sixpacks, did you notice Dick's?"

"Are you kidding? Dick's got the kinda bod you just can't help noticing… awesome… but he's not the only one. He's taller and bigger than you, but…" Paul paused a moment to hand me a beer from the fridge, then grab one for himself.

"But?"

"Check yourself in the mirror, Daniel," he smiled.

I opened the ring pull, then sucked the foam that rose suddenly from the hole in the beer can. "You really think I look as good as Dick? Like almost?"

"Cheers." Paul raised his can, connected it with mine, then took a sip. "Better."

"Better what?"

"Better than Dick."

"Yeah, right. That guy's a fucking Adonis."

"And you're not? Hey, did you hear what he said about you having a harem? That guy thinks you rock. Fucking hell, everybody thinks you rock."

"So how come I don't have an ego?"

"Who says you don't have an ego? You think your damn shit doesn't stink."

"It doesn't."

"See what I mean?"

"You're confusing ego with self esteem, dude. Anyway, let's watch the vid. Maybe my ego will be inflated when I see how totally cool I look."

"With your face full of my cock? Yeah, right," Paul cracked, then removed the veil. "Jeez, I hope I didn't look too fucking ridiculous in this damn thing."

"You did, bro. Take my word for it."

After inserting the vid in the VCR, we laid together on the sofa, with Paul's head on my chest, before he pointed the remote at the TV, and pressed 'play'.

"Oh, shiiiiiiiit! Check me out! I look fucking ridiculous!"

"Told ya."

Suddenly, the vision was on fast forward. "Gimme that remote," I ordered as I grabbed it from him. "You might look fucking ridiculous, but I don't." I pressed rewind, and started the video from the beginning. "Actually, I look kinda cool in that bow tie. Hey! Is that my nipple?"

"Yep."

"What the fuck's Jo filming my nipple for?"

"'Cause you've got nice nipples," Paul explained as he ran his fingers over my pec. "And a totally wicked chest. Take a look at your definition, Daniel. It's fucking awesome."

"Yeah… I guess it is kinda cool. Horny, even. It's weird looking at myself on TV, though… whoa! Is my dick really that big?"

"You wish. That's Dick's boner."

"Oh… so where's mine?"

"Just watch the fucking video. There it is… and that's mine in the background."

"No wonder dicks get sucked. It's like they were designed for lips."

"Yeah. So how come we don't learn about that kinda stuff in bio, or sex education?"

"Dunno. Maybe teachers don't have the nerve to talk about it. Maybe it's taboo or whatever."

"Yeah… erection, penis, vagina, breasts, testicles, penetration… where the fuck did they get those lamo words from?"

"It's a fucking conspiracy, man. They don't want us getting boners in class. Hey! Check this out! Dick just said 'consummate'. That means the fuck scene's coming up. Woohoo! This I gotta see!"

I had to admit that Jo's technique of filming from every possible angle was totally rad! But I especially liked the scene shot from the floor, looking up at my seven fat inches gliding in and out of Paul's tight, slippery hole. With each thrust, my balls would slap hard against his smooth ass while his wobbled back and forth, and his semi swayed from side to side. My fingers were digging into his hips, causing his tanned skin to whiten under the pressure. And way up in the distance I could see my face… teeth gritted, and looking incredibly intense as I fucked like a madman.

"Jeez!" Paul gasped without taking his eyes off the screen. "Feeling your fat boner inside me is one thing. But seeing it pumping my ass like crazy is another. Whoa! Maybe we should get a whole bunch of those web cam thingies and watch ourselves fuck on screen. Imagine that! Seeing it happen while we're actually doing it! And from every angle! Rad!"

"Yeah, right. We'd never stop fucking, man. Actually, this damn video is making me as horny as hell. As soon as it's finished, I'm gonna stab your ass with my whopper, bro. Big time!"

"I wanna stab yours first... with my whopper. Wannanother beer?" Paul paused the video, rolled off the sofa, then sprinted into the kitchen before returning with two fresh, coldies. "You feel like a piss yet?"

"Yeah. You can save me the trouble of going to the bathroom. Wrap your lips around it now while I piss, and you can drink it all."

"Jeez, Daniel, you can be so fucking gross."

"Chill, bro. I was only joking. I'll finish this beer, then I'll feel like a major piss… a long one… maybe it'll last ten minutes."

"You know something? I've fantasized about that… about sitting on the floor of the shower and watching your warm piss gushing outa your knob like some kinda firehose for ages and ages and ages, and splashing all over my face and chest. That'd be sooo damn wild."

"You're sick."

"Who's sick?" Paul pointed the remote at the TV before releasing the pause button. "Check out the wedding cake, man. Then tell me who's sick."

It was totally unbelievable. Sure, I'd witnessed the whole damn thing when it had actually happened earlier that night, but seeing it again on the TV was an absolute blast… especially the close-ups where Paul had zoomed in on Dick's, Jo's and Freddie's exploding cocks smothering the sponge with what seemed like gallons of thick, creamy boy juice. Wild!

"You're next," Paul laughed.

And so I was. This time the camera was back in Jo's hands, and he had the fucking lens so damn close to my face, I was barely in focus. But it was way awesome to watch Paul's blue-veined, rock-hard shaft sliding back and forth between my stretched lips, and to remember how it felt to have my mouth filled with his hot, throbbing boy cock.

"Do I really look like that when I'm blowing you?"

"I think it looks totally fucking cool! Don't you?"

"Yeah… but… well, I look kinda weird."

"How are you supposed to look when your face is being fucked? Like you're making your graduation speech or something? Anyway, I can't wait 'til you blow me again. And, next time, I wanna watch the vid while you're blowing my lights out."

"Woohoo! Check that out!"

We both stared at the screen as Paul's load splattered all over the 'wedding' cake. Paul was so fascinated by his exploding boner, he rewound the tape, then played the scene again in slo mo. Once more, we watched long ribbons of boy juice jet from his piss slit, then fly through the air like wriggling worms until they found their mark on the sponge.

"Jeez! We should sell copies of this vid. We could be fucking millionaires!"

"We'd need to be. There's no way we could live at home with our folks."

"I bet they'd change their minds if they saw this tape."

"Yeah, right. You gonna show it to 'em?"

"Nope."

"That's what I thought."

"You think our folks were like us when they were teens?"

"Maybe. But even if they were, they'd never admit it… just like you'd never show them this vid."

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