I'm not totally sure if this one belongs in "Gay Male" or in "Science Fiction and Fantasy." The scenario is a future, post apocalyptic society, but the story has few of the "normal" trappings of science fiction. I've written several stories and three novels set in this universe, though this is the only one that counts as "erotica."
In this scenario, the apocalypse occurred long enough ago that knowledge of the era before the fall of civilization is the realm of fairy stories and archeological research. At the time of this story, civilization has largely rebounded, but one time, more than a thousand years ago, more than 99.99% of the population died in a plague and war. Either as something that caused the apocalypse, or as a result of it, some pervasive illness causes five out of every six male infants to die before their first year. Girls aren't affected, and boys who survive a year can expect a normal life span.
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On the Side
"Ednila, Gloria, Stefano, by the blessing of the Earth Mother, the blessing of this community here gathered, and most particularly, the blessing of your own love, you are now married together." The priestess lowered her arms. Morning sunlight bathed her face in a ruddy glow. "You may now kiss."
Ednila and Gloria embraced and kissed, then they both gave me a kiss too, Ednila first, then Gloria.
"Friends, please welcome our newest family." At the priestess' prompt the crowd gathered around the huge maple tree on the temple grounds clapped and cheered. I smiled, standing between Ednila and Gloria, and looked over the crowd, searching for Karlo.
There, toward the back of the crowd. Finally. He clapped too, but his expression was pained. At least he came. It would have hurt me if he hadn't, after our last two years together, though I could have understood if he didn't show up, too.
My wives and I stood together shaking the hands and of well-wishers as they filed past. My wives. That phrase sounded strange in my ears. Better get used to it, I guess.
I kept up the rhythm of thank-yous, shaking hands, receiving hugs, but kept an eye on Karlo. I'd seen him last about two weeks ago. He'd come to my parent's house and we took a walk together, "for old time's sake."
Of course, we ended up at our favorite place, by the lake behind a dense screen of rhododendron bushes, and of course we started kissing and of course we made love. He bent me over while I supported myself gripping a low branch and accepted his sweet seven-inch cock in my ass.
He'd planned this. He had a little bottle of oil with him so I'd be more comfortable taking his beautiful, thick member in my tight hole. He came quickly, but he recovered quickly too.
His second climax took a glorious, long, sweet time to come. He knew how to hit all my right spots, and he stroked my cock with the skill of long familiarity while he fucked me. I came before he did, and the climax felt like every tree in the forest shook. He came a few seconds later while my sphincter was still clenching around his cock. He pulled my ass tight to his hips with such force that I almost lost my grip on the branch. He gasped and gave another hard, deep, thrust. Then another.
He sighed and pulled himself out. "Oh, Mother of the Earth entire, you're good."
"You too." Semen dripped out of my ass and ran down my leg. It tickled. I reached for my pants and dug a handkerchief out of the pocket.
Karlo stepped into his trousers and pulled them up. "Are you really going to marry those women?"
I sighed as I buttoned my own trousers closed. "Yes. About two weeks from now."
"Why, Stefcho? Don't you love me?"
"Karlo, Karlo, sweet, beloved Karcho, we've been over this all before. Yes, I love you, but I want children, too. As much as I love you, you can't have children."
He shook his head. "Nor do I want any."
I knew his preference and was no longer shocked when he voiced it. I felt for Karlo, I really did. He was the eldest in his family, and his parents had gotten lucky with having their first born child be a boy who had beaten the odds and survived, when normally five out of six male babies didn't live to be a year old. In accordance with custom, his parents married an additional wife after about a year, but then they'd had a string of bad luck. Of their next six children, five of them had been boys, and they'd all fallen to the Curse of Baby Boys, wasting away and dying while still infants. Then they had three healthy girls in a row, all within a year, when Karlo was just past fourteen winters. His four parents were kept busy to distraction caring for three young infants at once and had had little time left to spend with him, just as he entered puberty.
I grimaced. "I understand, but—" I stopped when Karlo rolled his eyes. I shook my head. "No, you're right. I don't understand. I accept that you don't want children. But please accept that I do want them."
"Those women don't love you. You're just a means to seed their wombs, as far as they're concerned."
"Karlo, that's not true. I love them, and they love me. Sex with them is good too, just—different—from sex with you."
"You can't tell me you like screwing them as much as you like it with me."
"Well, no. I love you too, and sex with you is great." I stepped up to embrace him, but he pushed me away. I dropped my hands to my side. "This doesn't have to be the end of our relationship, Karcho. We can keep seeing each other."
Karlo shook his head. "Yeah, we can, but eventually we won't. You'll have homemaking chores to do, then you won't want to have sex with me because you'll want to have a good, potent load for your wives. Then you'll be childrearing. Trust me. I know that takes a lot of time."
I wanted to protest, to assure him he'd always be welcome with me, and I'd always be there for him, but I knew he was right.
Ednila jostled my elbow. "Stefcho, are you still with us?"
I turned my face to her and came back to the present. I smiled. "Yes, Ednya, dear wife. I'm here."
She smiled and pointed. "Your friend Karlo just joined the reception line. I thought for a moment he was going to leave, but he turned around and got in line."
I gulped. "That's great."
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We rode to my new home in a white carriage pulled by a white horse. Ednila and Gloria had committed together two years ago and had been living there for more than a year. It was a two story frame house with five bedrooms, a big back yard with a garden, and a solidly built, cute little outhouse decorated with gingerbread to match the house. There was a pump in the kitchen, so we wouldn't have to carry in buckets of water or melt snow and ice in the winter.
Three of my parents had delivered the things I was moving that morning, following the ceremony. They sat in boxes in the front room. There wasn't much, just a couple boxes of clothes, some books and a small bookshelf I'd made in wood-shop in high school two years ago.
I followed my wives into the house and we shared a communal embrace in the entry way for a long time. I wanted to be fully with them, but I kept thinking of Karlo.
He'd been the epitome of courtesy at the wedding. He shook Ednila and Gloria's hands and gave me a tight embrace as he wished us well. When he released me from his hug we stood facing each other looking into each other's eyes for a long time, clasping both hands.
Finally I nodded. "Thank you for coming, Karcho." I let go with one hand so I could wipe my eyes.