The Wedding
Assumptions.
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It was a top of the line venue, but both parents had money, so they went with the best. I was best man for Chet, and Megan stood for Leslie. We all wore tuxedos. Megan and I were in traditional black, Leslie was in white, and Chet had on the first pink tuxedo I'd ever seen.
Yes, it was a gay wedding, but they were very much in love, and had lived together for three years, until Chet got sick. It took a year to recover, and Leslie insisted they get married so he could carry him on his insurance. He was a well paid professional with a good benefits package, while Chet bounced from job to job. Les told me he intended to make him a housewife after the honeymoon. I thought Chet would love it, he was the type that needed taken care of, and Les was naturally dominant.
The staff acted as ushers, and all their friends played a trick on them, saying they were all for the groom and sitting on one side of the aisle. It was only about sixty people, and they laughed when they saw us.
The ceremony went off without a hitch. Chet's mother gave him away because his father had long since disappeared from their lives. It was a nice reception, toasts were made, and I made Chet cry with mine. I'd grown up with both of them, and it was clear by their junior year in high school they were going to end up a couple. They weren't harrassed much, because they had a tight bunch of friends and wouldn't tolerate it. Chet played football, as a wide receiver. He was small but fast, and had a habit of getting lost on the field until he suddenly showed up, alone, catching the ball and taking off. We won county our junior and senior year.
It was a little awkward at first in the locker room and showers, until I broke the tension. "Chet! Quit staring at my dick or I'm gonna tell Leslie!"
We were all underage, and there was no sexual contact until the senior prom, and by then they were eighteen, but he laughed. "I'm gonna tell him first! Maybe not, he might dump me!"
We were shocked into silence, until the center started laughing. Then we all joined in, and things were all right, though they made a point of having him evaluate their equipment. He told us we were all hung like horses and somebody would be a very lucky boy. We were in a playoff game, and the other team tried to rattle him and we closed around him. "I'm gonna pound that sissy ass into the ground tonight!"
We all howled when he answered back. "It's a date! But first, let's finish this silly little football game."
Even his teammates laughed, and Chet upped the challenge. "Let's make a bet! Your team wins, and I'll blow you on the fifty yard line while the crowd is still here."
"What will I have to do if I lose?"
"The same thing. It'll raise hearing a crowd cheer you on to a whole new level."
He went after Chet hard, but he was harder to hold on to as a politicians promise. He gave a late hit in frustration, and the penalty put us in range for a field goal that would tie the game. The kicker lined up, and in a move we practiced, faked the kick, tossing the ball to Chet, who sprinted to the end zone. Suddenly we were ahead by four points. In a rage, the player grabbed Chet by the faceguard, twisting his neck and throwing him to the ground. He got ejected, and we went on to win by two touchdowns.
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Leslie went on to get a degree and a good job. Chet went from one low paying job to another, until Leslie, fed up with him, gave him an ultimatum. That's how we ended up at the wedding chapel.
