I recently attended a wedding for a relative of my wife's. The wedding was one of those very swanky, Black Tie affairs held at a ritzy country club hotel. It was a really formal occasions where no uld, then I scooped up the rest of the cum from mychildren were allowed. There was no buffet or lines to stand in. Rather, Waite Staff actually delivered your meal to you at a table which was complete with linen tablecloths and napkins. Good china and stemware were at every place setting.
In short, to be honest, this was not my kind of party. Being more of a cold beer out of an ice-chest type guy, I felt like a real fish out of water. Hell, when I'm partying, unless I can wear shorts and a t-shirt and piss off the deck, I don't really consider it a good time.
Anyway, I got dragged out of town to this one because the wife was really close to the cousin getting married...and I couldn't come up with a real good excuse (lie) quickly enough when she asked me what I had going on this particular weekend. One upside to the wasted weekend though, was the fact that I would get to see my wife's 23 year old brother, Max.
Max and I had hooked up about 3 months ago for a really hot fuck, but he had been weird about being near me for the rest of that visit, and ever since then too. I was hoping to get a little time with him to make sure we were still cool. I was pretty sure that he was just feeling weird about our hook up, and I hoped we could talk it out.
Well anyway, we dropped the kids at my mom's house and then had to drive 2 fucking hours to a wedding I didn't really want to attend in the first place. We checked in to the resort and got ready for the wedding. Before I knew it, we had sat through the (yawn) service and (bland) dinner and the band had already been (ho hum) playing for a while. I had danced with the wife a few times and she was now circulating to catch up on the family gossip, leaving me to sit there with a stupid smile on my face pretending that I give a shit.
After an already long day, I had had just about enough of this hoity toity affair. Don't get me wrong, the couple we were sharing the table with were nice, in a plain vanilla sort of way and my wife looked fantastic, but my feet hurt in my dress shoes, I felt uncomfortable in this ballroom full of people and my suit was way too god-damned warm.
Time for a break!
I was just heading out the side door of the ballroom for some fresh air when I spotted Max. Good god, he is a gorgeous athletic masterpiece! He is about 6'3, and I would guess 190 lbs. or so, and very, very muscular from working out to maintain his sports scholarships. His dark brown, almost black colored eyes glistened out from under a very masculine, prominent brow with thin dark brown eyebrows. They were framed in his classically chiseled face by a normal, short, jock-type hairstyle. He was wearing a nice suit that was cut to be very, very flattering. It definitely looked as if it had been tailored, not bought off the rack at Sears like it was (lucky bastard was BUILT!). His broad shoulders were heavily muscled, I assume from a lot of gym time. His waist was small and gave him a great "V" shape. His thighs were also muscular and I could see his quads flexing as he walked. I also couldn't help notice that his package looked great in his slacks. As I know from previous experience, he has a great "cut" cock, about 7 inches long and nice and fat. It fits perfectly in my mouth!
"What's up, Max?" I asked him, extending my hand for a handshake. "Having a good time?"
"Yeah, it's alright. The food's good, anyway." Max replied, grasping my hand and giving it 3 quick firm pumps.
"A little too stuffy for me," I said. "I am gonna go outside for some fresh air. Want to join me?"
"Umm...sure, yeah, okay I guess. Let's go" was Max's answer.
Without any further conversation, I snagged two bottles of beer (Some fancy pants imported slop, blech!) from a passing waiter and we headed out through the doors onto a large patio overlooking the darkened golf course. I handed Max a beer and we sat down at a table at the edges of the patio lighting. The usual small talk ensued about his school, my job, family, etc. and then I finally asked him.
"So, what's up with you? I mean...are we okay? You and me...it's just been kind of weird since, well, you know." I said.
"Yeah, we're cool. It's just..." He tapered off into silence, paused a moment, chewing on his full bottom lip and then looked at my face with an open expression. "It's just that...well, I really want to screw around with you again, you know, so it's kind of hard being near you."
He stopped to take a deep shuddering breath and I jumped in. "Max, I really want to get with you again, too. I mean, fuck dude! Sex with you was just about the hottest thing I've ever done! THAT'S GREAT! I really want to fuck around with you some more."
"Okay, cool. So... how soon do you think can we do it? Can you get away tonight?" He asked eagerly now that his mind was made up.
It was at that point that I realized that max had not brought a date to the wedding and I asked him about it. "You didn't bring a girl to the wedding? Do you have a room?"
"No date man, I think I was hoping we'd bump into each other" he said to me with a lopsided grin. "I have a room, I am in 412."
"Cool...let's do it tonight. Fuck, let's do it now!" I said as I put my beer down and headed towards the door. "Let me tell your sister I am going up to your room for some beers and I'll meet you there in 10 minutes."