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RUNWAY GROOMBrian wasn’t at the front of the church where he belonged. He was atthe door. Where the hell was Scott? God, he hoped Scott hadn’t overslept,sleeping in and being late to your own wedding was something a woman likeSuzette would be liable to never forgive! He’d better have something majorin his pocket, like a car crash, at the very least! No woman would everforgive a runaway groom for being left at the altar!Suzette’s mother came over. “Well?” was her only word. She didn’t needany more, she’d been asking Brian where Scott was every five minutes forthe last hour.Brian just shook his head.As usual, she shook her head, too, but not in any kind of negativeBrian liked. “What kind of man is my Suzette marrying? He’s late, he shouldhave called. Doesn’t he have a cell phone?””Yes ma’am.” Brian said, then, loyally, “but if the battery’s dead andhe’s broken down in some place, he might have trouble getting to a phone tocall in.””He might.” was the bare admission the mother gave to Scott. Brian betthat if Scott didn’t have a good reason to be late to the wedding, he wasgoing to get it in stereo from wife and mother-in-law.The eyes from the congregation were boring into his back, it feltlike. The sole man in the tuxedo, the best man, the guy who ought to knowwhere Scott was. Only he didn’t! Scott had been busy the last weeks, busywith the wedding and his wife-to-be, Brian hadn’t seen him in over fourdays and Scott had been happy, excited, affectionate to Suzette…only nowhe wasn’t here with the bride in the vestry near the entrance, champing atthe bit to get out of that tiny room and walk down the aisle!Brian had to get out of the church for a cigarette. Actually, he’dgiven up smoking and didn’t have any on him but maybe he could fetch oneout of someone’s car if they hadn’t locked it. He needed a drag on one now,and to hell with his lungs! He’d quit again after this was all over!He went out to the parking lot. He and Scott had been buddies foryears, Scott’s Uncle James smoked like a chimney. If anyone would have somesmokes in his car’s glove compartment, it would be Uncle Jimmy. Uncle Jimmyhad a blue Toyota Corolla, or maybe a Camry. Might be a Ford Taurus. Hell,cars all looked alike to him! But it was a small-to-mid-sized blue car thathad a small Sacred Heart statue on its dashboard. He’d look for it thatway.Hey, there was someone sitting in a car…it was Scott!”Scott!” he called out. “Hey, man!”Scott looked up and his face, which had been morose, turned cheerful,then dimmed down again in a hurry. “Hi, Brian.” The face in that car couldhave graced a magazine cover without looking the least out of place,regular, clean features that showed you how to shave your beard close withtheir new improved razor blades, or the face that grinned at you while thegirl he was with sold feminine products to the female audience. The mediumbrown hair was darker than Brian’s own blond/brown mop, but gave hisfeatures a warm glowing reality. When Scott would look at you and speak toyou, you were ready to buy his life insurance or try his vacuum cleaner orvote for him for office. Just the sort of perfect man that a girl likeSuzette would set her cap for. And that Brian would be willing to run a fewgauntlets for such as the miffed members of the congregation of the twocombined families waiting inside the church!”They’re all waiting for you, man!” All Brian could think of was thatScott had misremembered the time. “You’re late, Scott, nearly an hour now!You got to get inside, now!”Scott just shook his head.Oh. Brian settled down in a semi-squat and said, “Got any cigarettes?I need one, now.”Scott shook his head again.”God, I need a smoke.” Brian said again. “To hell bahis firmaları with it. Come on,Scott. Give. What’s going on?”Scott just licked his lips.”Cold feet?” Brian urged him. “Maybe you’re not ready to settle downyet? That’s understandable. You ask a girl to marry you and all of asudden, you’re on a steamroller ride down the aisle. Women get so involvedin the planning, they forget about you and you’re being ordered aroundand….””That’s not it.””No? You love Suzette don’t you?””Ye-e-e-s.””But not enough?””I don’t know.” Scott said. “I…oh, hell, it’s complicated, okay?””So what do I tell the people inside the church, waiting on you?”Brian asked. He looked back at the church, but a cyclone fence with stripsof material like they use on Venetian blinds blocked the view of all butthe upper half. Okay, nobody knew Scott was out here. “If you want to takeoff right now, I can say you called me on my cell and your car was in anaccident or something.”Scott shook his head firmly. “No. No, I love Suzette and I’m going tomarry her.””O-o-o-o-kay.” Brian tried again. “So why aren’t you inside theremarrying her?””Because I haven’t been truthful with her.” Scott said.”Truthful about what?” Brian wanted to know.Scott looked at him and then looked away. “Is it enough when you marrya woman to tell her you’ll be faithful to her? Or do you have to admit thatyour feelings for her aren’t…well, aren’t exclusive.””Exclusive?” Brian said. “You’re in love with someone else?””No, not that.” Scott said. “But…well….”Brian was racking his brain on this! He came up empty. “Scott, if I’mgoing to help you on this, you have to give me more to go on. You are inlove with Suzette, and you want to marry her, but you also want someone orsomething else. I got to have more than that, sorry.””I haven’t done anything with anyone else, no.” Scott said. “But…Iwant to. If I want to and don’t ever do it, is that enough?””For me, yeah.” Brian said. “For Suzette…probably not.” He stilldidn’t have this figured out but he knew Suzette. Secrets weren’t allowedaround her, certainly not any of Scott’s secrets. “You have to decide ifyou’re willing to do without whatever it is the rest of your life, andnever mention it to her. Never even hint to her. Otherwise, she’ll haveyour ass in a sling in no time.””Yeah.” Scott sighed. “That’s why I’m sitting out here.””Okay.” Brian said. “So you never done whatever it is. But if you’regoing to give it up and never do it, you should be sure you’re ready to. SoI think, whatever it is, you’d better do it before you get married. I’ll goin and tell them the marriage is being postponed, and you go out and findout if you can give it up or not. Then, if you do still want to marrySuzette, you can patch things up and reschedule the wedding.” Only what thehell was Scott talking about?”Brian.” Scott said, smiling for the first time. “You are absolutelyright. Hell, I might not even like it. And even if I do like it, maybe itisn’t such a big deal. You know, like giving up ice cream because you can’teat anything with milk in it.””Yeah.” Brian agreed. “And if you can’t live without it, you canfigure out how to maybe have it and still marry Suzette.””Sure.” Scott said.”So I’ll go tell everyone the wedding is off.” Brian stood back upagain.”Maybe we don’t have to do that.” Scott said, stopping him with a handon his arm.”What do you mean?'”I mean, maybe we can take care of it right here.” Scott said. “Ifyou’ll let me.””Let you what?” Brian asked.”Let me find out if I like it or not.” Scott said and his hand let goof Brian’s arm and landed…elsewhere.Brian goggled at Scott’s hand on his crotch. Just the fingers all in arow lying there across his groin, perabet güvenilir mi the cock underneath was sort ofoff-center on the palm underneath. Then the hand moved over and centereditself and the fingers sort of…clenched. “Gug!” Brian said, the mostintelligent sound he could manage under the circumstances.”This is what I want to do.” Scott said. “Now do you see why I can’tmarry Suzette until I decide if I can live without it or not?”That hand was like a living thing, pulsing on his pud. “Gmph!” Briansaid again.”Can I find out with you, Brian?” Scott said, that face piercingBrian’s heart with its earnest need. “Can I just do it, right here and now?Maybe if I do, we can still do this wedding. Would you do that for me,buddy? Just this once?”Brian still didn’t have his voice under control, but his cock wasvoting for him, it was swelling up under those fingers. He gurgled a littlewhile as he tried to say something. Part of his problem was he didn’t knowexactly what to say.”That’s what I thought you’d say.” Scott said as he got the flap ofBrian’s fly apart and brought down the non-metallic zipper with a whisperof sound. This brought out a flash of white, Brian’s briefs, extending intothe gap of the fly by Brian’s hardening cock. Scott’s fingers fondled thisbulge and Brian managed the first words he’d had since Scott had firsttouched him. “God, man, God!””Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it, I’ll take care of it.” Scottsoothed him with his soft tones. His lips pursed like a kiss as he workedthe briefs open with his fingers, he was trying to bring Brian’s cock outthrough the central slit, an awkward thing because he couldn’t seem to findwhich what this particular slit worked. Brian finally reached down and didit for Scott, and as his dick flopped out and formed an arc with the headdrooping over, Scott’s kissing lips opened in an oval and movedforward. Brian felt the bottom of his glans touch Scott’s lower lip andcatch there, kind of wrinkle the velvety skin as Scott pushed forward andthen his glans landed on the soft pad of the tongue, and Scott’s tongue’ssides curved around it, bringing a moist wrapping, and Brianshuddered. “Ah, God, Scott, God, yeah!” he moaned.Scott dove deep over Brian’s pud and milked down the shaft, pullingthe foreskin over the head and letting it go at the end. “You like this?””Yeah, oh, yeah!” Brian panted.”So do I.” Scott said and sank his mouth over Brian’s prick again. Hishead moved up and down upon Brian’s cock, blissful sighs slipping aroundthe edges as he moved, the tenderest of lovers. Brian could only groan ashis friend satisfied his urges upon Brian’s cock, he’d had his cock suckedjust three times before. The first was a botched fumbling of two youths insexual play, with teeth scr****g and dry mouths. The second was nearly asbad, his partner drunk and bleary and falling into semi-u*********s slumberjust as Brian had begun to enjoy. His third partner had been competent andthe sex had been adequate…but somehow hollow, the result of an anonymousbar meeting and pickup. This time, though…this time was special! It washis friend sucking his prick, it was Scott, his buddy, his partner, hispal, down on his knees in the greasy parking lot, their bodies shadowed bythe fence and the cars on either side, in this semi-public, almost seedysetting, it was as though they were surrounded by flowers and candlelightand soft music, he wanted this moment to last forever, to feel those lipson his dong. No, he wanted more, he wanted Scott in his arms, to kiss andtaste that soft flesh, to run his hands upon every part of that beautifulbody, to smell the raw, almost rank odors that emanate from Scott’s tipobet poresas though it was the finest of perfumes, to listen to those sighs fromthose marvelously loving lips, and to gaze upon Scott’s bare, beautiful,beloved body, until his every sense was sated and satisfied, and that hecould finally feel he had it all!His pleasure was building in him, and he could only grunt hisincreasing desire to Scott, hoping that he was feeding his friend all theinformation and appreciation he needed, to let Scott know that this wasgood, this was wonderful for him, he enjoyed being the man who Scotttrusted enough to suck, knowing that it would not rise up to hurt him. Andhe thought of Suzette coming down that aisle and taking Scott’s arm, andfelt his gorge rising in him at the thought. He wouldn’t let Scott do this,he would drag Scott bodily down the aisle, no, better, he would knockSuzette aside and take her place, announce his new partnership to theworld. Hell, there was nothing to hide here, he could live with any kind ofdisapproval or disdain to have this man he desired in his bed and in hisarms!And that thought sent his body into overdrive, he felt his climaxrising faster than he’d experienced before in a long time, it was upon himand over him, and he fought it back as well as he could as he gruntedurgent warnings to his erstwhile lover. He couldn’t let Scott be caughtunawares. But Scott wasn’t turning loose, did he not hear his best friend’scautionary groans?He couldn’t resist any longer, this withheld orgasm was wracking hisbody beyond all human endurance, if he didn’t stop, he’d short out hisbrain! And so he released it, groaning in a combination of ecstasy anddismay, he had failed to warn his friend, he was going to drench Scott inhot, salty jizz and utterly disgust and appal him. Scott would run toSuzette and never even see Brian again!But in the midst of his own groans, he heard other sounds, they werelike a hungry dog eating his meal, or a greedy c***d gulping down his icecream, this was Scott and he was sucking and loving the hot jizz thatpoured into his mouth and down his gullet, he was drinking it all andwanting more, loving Brian’s spunk even as Brian pumped more into him.Done, Brian was feeling weak and drained, he nearly fell over, onlyScott’s hands caught him and held him upright, him sagging andpanting. Done, he rose up, and feeling abashed, tucked his dick back intohis pants. “God, that was great!” he said. “You were really good, Scott,really good!” He wished for words of poetry or florid prose, to heap uponScott, but this was all his passion-drenched mind could bring up. It wouldhave to do.”Did you really like it?” Scott asked him.”Hell, yeah.” Brian assured him. “I can see why you can’t make up yourmind here.””Yeah…so what can I do?” Scott asked yet again.This time, Brian’s answer was quick and assured. “I’ll go in and tellthem I got hold of you and you can’t make it to the church and the weddingwill have to be postponed. Then you and I will get out of here and spend afew days somewhere while we figure out how to let Suzette down easy.”He looked at Scott, and for a moment, felt panic that Scott was goingto go through with the wedding after all.Then that grin returned. “That’s what I was thinking.” he agreed. “Youget rid of them and I’ll get us a room at the Lancer in Picksburg.” Hementioned a rather visible hotel in a nearby town. “Meet you there in aboutan hour, okay?””Sure.” Brian said. “And when I do, I’ll teach you all the otherthings we can do. It won’t be a honeymoon, but you’ll need a dictionary tofigure out the difference.”Scott laughed. “I’ll take that as a challenge.” he said.”Not a challenge.” Brian said. “A promise.”Scott got back into his car and started the engine. Brian walkedslowly back toward the open doors, where Suzette’s mother stood. And as helied to her stern, offended face, behind him, hidden by tinted windows, thegroom they’d been waiting on so long ran away.

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