Wedded Bliss

Part 2

The hat Dick was wearing must've been a family heirloom handed down by Paul's dad's great grandparents or whoever. It was one of those kinda bowler type thingies that English dudes wore in old black and white movies… but it looked kinda cool and 'official'. Of course, what was beneath the brim, and stretching all the way to Dick's bare feet was way more interesting. Jeez, that guy was fucking hot!

"Dick's gotta have some kinda book or something. He can't marry us without some kinda book!"

"What about mom's Bible?"

"Nah. That'd be sacrilegious. We don't want some damn bolt of lightning to suddenly reduce us to fucking ashes, man. You got a dictionary or something? Websters don't have control over the weather."

Paul walked over to the bookcase, grabbed a large volume of an encyclopaedia, then stuck it under my nose. "This do?"

"Cool."

Dick took the book, opened it about half way, rested it on the palm of one hand, then raised the other hand. "What the fuck do I say now?"

"I dunno. Do you, Paul, take whatever for thingy or something. Don't you remember all that stuff from movies?"

"I'll make something up."

Meantime, Jo was on his knees filming the proceedings.

"Hey, Jo! What the hell are you doing? What's in the viewfinder?"

"Your dick. Paul's schlong is in the background."

"For fuck sake, Jo! It's not our dicks that are getting married, you idiot! Film our faces. Start with Dick's, then pan across to ours after he says… well, whatever he says. Anyway, you can film our dicks later… and don't forget Dick's! Whoa! What a hunka meat! Can people kneel when they get married?"

"Be serious, Daniel."

"Dear bretheren. We are gathered here on this auspicious occasion…"

"What's auspicious mean?"

"Shuddup, Daniel. We are gathered here on this auspicious occasion in the presence of… one, two, three… five boners to bring together two loving souls. Does that sound alright?"

"Not bad."

"To love and obey…"

"Obey? Fuck off!"

"Shuddup, Daniel. And to cherish each other in sickness and in health, and all that shit. What do I say now?"

"I dunno. Something about Paul takes me, and I take him, or whatever."

"Oh, yeah. Do you, Paul, take this gorgeous, blonde hunk of tanned muscle to be your lawful wedded husband?"

"Fuck, yeah!"

"And do you, Daniel, take this cute, slender teen with the veiled, smiling face to be your lawful wedded husband?"

"Husband?"

"Shuddup, Daniel, for fuck sake. Just say 'I fucking do'."

"I fucking do."

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and… thingy. Whatever."

"Thingy? Like who's the damn thingy?"

"Fucked if I know. You guys sort it out. That can be your very first domestic argument."

"No, no, no!" Paul protested. "We can't be man and thingy. Think of something else to say."

"OK. I now pronounce you… uh, Daniel and Paul."

"That's no good. Doesn't sound like we're married."

"Jeez! OK… lemme see... I now pronounce you spouse and spouse."

"Hmmm, spouse sounds kinda lamo… but I guess it'll have to do."

"Did you get all that on video, Jo?"

"Yep. What do you want me to shoot now? Apart from my load? This is the horniest fucking wedding I've ever been to! Boners everywhere!"

"The marriage has gotta be consummated," Dick suggested. "So shoot that."

"What's consummated mean?"

"They've gotta fuck, man. Don't you know anything?"

"What are you talking about? They've never stopped fucking!"

"Hey!," Paul yelled. "You forgot to say kiss the bride and all that stuff… uh, spouse."

"What about the ring?"

"Oh, fuck! The ring! I forgot the damn ring! I don't have a ring."

"Yes, you do," I laughed, and slid my finger into Paul's hole. He responded by doing likewise as we kissed amidst the loud and enthusiastic cheers of our buds.

"For they are jolly good fuckers, for they are jolly good fuckers, for they are jolly good fu-u-ckeeeeeeers!… and so say all of us! Hip, hip! Hooray! Hip, hip! Hooray!"

"OK, you guys," Dick ordered. "Consummation time! Where do you guys wanna fuck?"

"Honeymoons are supposed to be private," Paul pouted.

"Hey, we're videoing it for you, man. You'll be able to watch the vid while you're porking each other later on."

"Pork… fuck… you make everything sound so totally romantic, Dick. This is supposed to be a wedding! Where's your fucking decorum?"

"I left it behind when I met you guys," the Adonis laughed, causing his awesome abs to contract, and his massive teen meat to flop around like a windsock in a gale. "So where do you wanna fuck?"

"How about the pedestrian crossing?" I grinned.

"Yeah, right. Check your watch. It's only 9pm."

"So? What's wrong with an audience?"

"Yeah, right. A hundred wrecked cars stacked on top of each other, with steam gushing from under their hoods? Cops? Ambos? Sirens? Flashing lights? It'll look great on the front page of the Tampa Tribune tomorrow morning. My folks will be totally impressed."

"You've got no sense of adventure, Paul."

"Let's do it on my bed."

"Lamo. We've gotta make this the fuck of the century."

"I should take the veil off, first, though."

"Why?"

"'Cause I look fucking ridiculous!"

"Hey, this was your idea, remember? Besides, you look kinda cute behind all that white insect-screen stuff."

"Lace."

"Whatever."

"So you're gonna fuck me with a bow tie around your neck, and me in a damn veil?"

"First time for everything, dude."

After a lotta arguing, we finally decided to shoot the fuck scenes in a number of different positions, and various angles, on the living room floor. First, it was doggy style while Jo crouched beside us. Then he crawled between my legs, and pointed the camera up at my balls slapping wildly against Paul's ass. Next, Paul rolled over on his back, while Jo shot footage of my spread buns and rosebud, as my throbber kept stabbing away at my spouse's tight hole. After that, he darted around getting shots of the expressions on our faces.

"How long's this gonna take, Jo? I'm gonna blow a truckload any minute!"

"Control yourself, Daniel! This is art!"

"Art schmart! This is get-down-and-boogie fucking! And I'm getting damn close to offloading!"

"OK, so stop fucking already. Anyway, I've got another idea for another position."

"Jeez!"

"Daniel… this is your wedding video, man. It's sacred! A once in a lifetime event! Think of the memories it'll bring back in fifty years! You'll be able to show it to your grandchildren."

"Yeah, right."

Next, I had to lay on the floor on my back while Paul bounced up and down on my dick, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Then, we all trotted into the kitchen, where Jo asked Paul to get down on all fours on the kitchen bench, while I positioned myself behind him.

"Hey, I know what I'm doing, guys," Jo insisted. "I'll be able to get better shots this way."

"OK, but no more poses. This time I'm gonna jet my load all the way up to Paul's tonsils and beyond."

"Go for it."

After the video had been shot, there were three feral boners at a loose end. "We can't leave here without offloading," the six-foot, tanned Adonis reasoned as his right hand cupped his low hangers. "Watching you fuck Paul was just toooooo damn much! My balls are aching like crazy."

"Mine, too!" Jo and Freddie cried in unison, also cupping their nads.

Paul's eyes met mine, then a wicked grin spread across his adorable face. "Wedding cake! Woohoo! Mom's got a sponge in the fridge."

Within a few moments, the cake was sitting on the kitchen bench, where only minutes beforehand Paul and I had consummated our 'marriage'. We watched my bud separate the top half of the sponge from the bottom, then point to the surface of the lower half. "That's where the cream goes. You guys wanna contribute?"

Dumb question. Sooner than you could say Jack Robinson, or Jack Off for that matter, Dick -- still wearing his bowler hat -- together with Jo and Freddie were furiously fisting their boners, and aiming their piss holes at the cake. Meantime, I'd grabbed the camera and had it rolling.

Freddie's boner was the first to explode, sending mini missiles of boy juice splattering all over the sponge. His performance was almost immediately followed by Jo's, whose ribbons of thick, silver cum draped over the top of his bro's. Then came the grand fucking finale. Woohoo! Dick's huge pisshole widened in anticipation of the deluge… and what a fucking deluge it was! His balls had obviously manufactured a ton of jizz during the fuck video. All eyes were focused on his giant, swollen knob, with its high ridge, as well as the three or four of inches of rock-hard shaft protruding from his clenched fist. Then, the first of his enormous wads of juice flew outa his piss slit at the speed of light, and hit the cake like some kinda avalanche. But more was to come. We were all totally fucking mesmerized as layer upon layer of Dick's spooge built up upon the surface of the cake until his balls had been emptied of every last, thick, sticky drop. Awesome!

Paul replaced the top half of the cake above the lower half, took a knife from a nearby drawer, then paused before cutting it into sections. "There should be writing on top. Y'know… something like Daniel and Paul or whatever. I've still got two nads fulla juice… you think I could write Daniel and Paul in cum while I'm offloading?" We all totally cracked up. "Hey, gimme a break! I could try, dammit!"

"Yeah, right. You're gonna control your boner while you're jetting juice all over the fucking place, and you're gonna write our names with that fire hydrant? Hey, Paul, get real!"

"Well, we've gotta have something on top of the wedding cake. Since you're the fucking smartass… you suggest something!"

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