All the characters in this work of fiction are over 18. Features consensual relations between two adult men, separated in age by a couple generations. Comments appreciated.
The wedding between my nephew Brandon and his bride Amalie was the first time I had seen these relatives since the passing of my wife about a year earlier. A quick scan of the gathered crowd did not reveal any single middle-aged women - so my hopes of finding a woman that gets horny at weddings seemed slight.
In the buffet line there was a young man in a tux in front of me - he turned to me while waiting and asked who I was. His voice set off my gaydar. I introduced myself as uncle Mark.
'The uncle Mark that made Amalie's end tables?'
'One and the same'.
'They are beautiful'.
'Thanks - I like working with wood' I added a sly smile to emphasize wood.
He gently bit his lower lip and asked 'pine?'
'Nope - I prefer working with hard wood'. The inuendo was unmistakable.
'And you are?'
'Andrew - Amalie and I are twins. I had to cut my hair because it was too easy to confuse us as identical'.
I could see why there could be some confusion, Andrew had delicate features.
'Pleased to meet you'. We shook hands, holding the greeting a moment longer than customary.
After the meal the DJ started playing typical wedding fare - when the group dances started Andrew and I tended to 'find' each other. Lots of hand holding and conga lines - nobody else seemed to notice that we ended up dancing with each other in all the group dances.
As the evening wore on most of the other boomers had retired - I stuck around manly to continue flirting with Andrew. I followed him into the lobby where it was substantially quieter. He sat down, not sure if he looked worried or dejected. I took a chair near him.
'You look glum - something wrong?'
'I'm sharing a room with my cousin, he just told me he's hooking up with a chick and needed the room tonight, I'd rather not crash in my parents' room'.
Was that opportunity that just came knocking?
I removed one of the keycards from the sleeve and handed him the other - room 1125 - and said. 'I'm heading up about 11:30 to take a shower and go to bed, you're welcome to join me'
He took the key and said, 'join you for shower or for bed?'
'Your choice. Show up at 11:30 and we can have some fun together - or wait until midnight and I'll leave you a clean tshirt to sleep in, I'll probably be asleep'.
He took the card and said, 'Thanks for the options.'
I returned to the dance to finish my beer and say my goodbyes to other nieces and nephews - headed to the elevator at 11:30, scanning for Andrew revealed nothing.
As I stepped into empty car Andrew appeared from nowhere, snuck in and pushed the 11 with a smile.
The door closed, we moved closer, holding hands as we rode up to my floor. He was rocking from foot to foot, obviously nervous. I remained still, holding his hand while his rocking moved us closer together. We walked to my room where I unlocked the door and let Andrew enter first. I kicked off my shoes, Andrew did the same.
We turned to face each other. I grabbed his hips firmly and pulled us together, he naturally put his arms around my neck. We were holding each other, nose to nose, I was moving my hips, using my hardon to trace the outline of his woody.
'I'm nervous' he said with labored breath.
'Do you always get a hardon when you are nervous' I replied, pulling our cocks firmly together.
He opened his mouth, but before he could answer I leaned in and kissed him. He melted into me, his arms wrapping around my neck, my hands moving behand and started massaging his slender ass.
We continued kissing, our tongues probing each other's willing mouth while I moved my hands and started unbuttoning his shirt. He moved slightly, allowing me access to his shirt buttons, but still grinding his cock into me. I slipped his shirt off, depositing it on the floor and started kissing my down his torso, caressing as I went. When I was on my knees, his crotch was conveniently at mouth level. I pulled his groin into my face and breathed in his scent.
While I was using my mouth to trace the outline of his cock I undid his trousers - they fell easily to the floor. I removed his socks as he stepped out of his slacks, leaving him wearing only his boxers.
I stripped off my polo and reached my hands up the leg opening of his boxers, caressing his balls and running my fingers through his pubes, my mouth continuing to breath his scent. I slid my hands up to his waistband and removed his underwear, allowing direct contact with his groin.
I stroked his 'firm 4' with one hand while cupping his balls with my other. What he lacked in size he more than made up for with hardness. I don't recall my 'stocky 7' ever being as hard as he was just then.
I stood and removed the rest of my clothes, pulling our hips together - our hardons pressing into each other, his arms wrapped around my neck, my hands massaging his ass, our tongues entwined in each other's mouth.
I moved my hand to the small of his back and directed our naked bodies into the bathroom so we could continue in the shower. I turned the water to hot and we stepped in, letting the warmth remove the musk of the day. Not sure if we washed each other, or if t was more caressing each other with soapy hands - either way both of our desire continued to build.
When we were ready to move our twosome to the bed, we stepped out of the shower to dry off and headed to the king size bed. We snuggled with each other, quickly warming the sheets. I reached between us and started rubbing cock - he reciprocated.
'Yours is quite a bit bigger'.
'But you are much harder'
'Which is better?'
'Passion can take many forms' was my reply.
