Wedding Drama

 

 

 
“Can you believe this?” A groomsman I hadn’t seen before, sat on a windowsill looking handsome as ever in his cerulean suit. We were in the back, far away from the rest of the decorated hotel ballroom venue. His posture was calm and relaxed as he eyed me. My cock was immediately turned on and I wanted him badly. But hadn’t I been looking for something…no, someone? The rest of the wedding guests were all in an uproar over a prank the groom had pulled merely moments ago.
 
The man was suave as he stood up, walking over to me. The outline of his cock was visible just before he placed his hand in his pockets and made it disappear. Forget big dick energy, he had a massive hog soft and I had seen it.  My mouth went dry, as he stood in front of me with a smile that could make a saint sin. “Sorry,” I managed to stammer out, “I need to find someone.” The words were true but my mind was blanking. Had a man so hot truly cursed me with short term memory?
 
“Shhhh,” he placed a finger on my lips. They were warm to the touch, pulled directly from the side his cock had been hanging on. “You found him.” He said smugly, then dragged his finger down off my mouth. “Maybe you have a secret talent for it?” 
 
I stared at his eyes trying to figure out what game he was playing. They were such a welcoming blue I never wanted to pull out of them. A chuckle at my lips, looking at the mess of a wedding reception, I cut to the chase, “Are you hitting on me?”
 
The man laughed, “Yeah, I am. Name’s Dom. I’m out on the prowl for some ass and cock seeing how this reception is a bust. You up for letting me come check out your room?”
“Why, so you can fuck the shit out of me?”
 
Dom shrugged, cooly, “Hey I’m a fair guy. I fully expect for you to wreck my hole with how you’re looking at me. You got me worried that maybe I should ask one of the ladies here to let me borrow their birth control.” He leaned over to whisper in my ear, “If you think my cock is nice, wait until you feel how tight my ass is.”
 
My dick throbbed fully hard, with his words in my head.  Whatever I had been doing before, whatever the wedding party was doing: None of it mattered. I wanted to drag this sexy groomsman back with me and have my way with him completely. Turning to look back at the reception, no one watching, I gripped his hand and snuck out. “Time to bounce.”
 
Twenty minutes later, I was on all fours with Dom behind me slapping my ass as he piston fucked me. His cock got even larger once freed from his pants and my ass quaked for it. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow. Really lived up to that name. The son of a bitch fucked the cum right out of my cock as I sprayed the bed. Dom claimed my hole with a whimpering, “I’m gonna cum, man,” His legs were shaking.
 
I turned back to face him and playfully said, “Damn man, you’re  going to breed a guy you just met?” Those words had to have set him off, cause he came instantly. The first shot left me in shock and the rest got my eyes to widen as he kept cumming inside me. His sweaty muscular body collapsed on me. The cum was still gushing out. More than a week, or 3, even a month. Felt like years worth of back up being poured into me. My ass was left sputtering when he retracted those inches.
 
I wish I could say I made small talk, but no. The moment he recovered, I laid back as he rode my dick his pecs bouncing every time he brought my cock to his prostate. His ass was tight, working overtime to milk my cock. I don’t know how a man like him got away with not having it gaping. His hole felt downright unused, but his sculpted legs propelled him like an expert. The way his thick cheeks clapped against my crotch — fuck, it was music to my music to my ears.
 
Dom began to moan, his cock drooling, a clear liquid finding itself a new home on my abs. My hips moved on their own, making more precum flow freely. I bucked too hard and he fell forward, but caught himself hands out on the headboard. We stared into each other’s eyes. He had such striking blues, making something itch in the back of my head. Our lips met, I let my thoughts fade away. Then a grunt escaped my lips as I came deep inside him, letting out a massive load. His cock fired off immediately and painted my face and chest, with thick ropes of cum landing across me. 
 
“Shit,” I said before laughing, “You’re a straight shooter.”
 
We didn’t return to the reception and ended up spending the rest of the day in my room. Good thing too because the fucking groomsman text chat was blowing up. I took one peek and all the guys were lambasting the groom, my stupid brother, for his fucking ‘prank’. The way it was going off I had to put it on mute so that I could go to bed.  Returning to the reception would have been annoying. 
 
Waking up the next morning, Dom’s head was resting on my chest, his body snuggled up next to mine. He had a leg thrown over my body, and an arm against my torso as if he was monopolizing me. I honestly couldn't believe I had fucked some rando at my brother’s wedding. So scandalous and yet freeing. I couldn't have imagined doing that when I met my ex-wife. Too spontaneous and definitely not me. She’d be surprised too. 
 
I picked up my phone and took a deep breath before diving back into the real world. The messages came relentlessly. I scrolled through. What possessed my brother to drop an aging and memory bomb? Listening to his best man. No, not me. Our former neighbor who he was always close to growing up. A good guy, but always the DUMBEST ideas. They thought it’d be so fun dropping those smoke balls in the middle of the party and have everyone guess who’d changed. The thing anyone would have pointed out, is that by dropping a memory bomb, the transformed person wouldn’t know. Not to mention it fogged up everyone else’s memories too. 
 
Now, my brother was in my text messages, tail between his legs, trying to get me to help him clean it up. This was so typical of him. Make a mess, expect his big brother to clean it up. My brother explained, as some memories came back, his wife made him stay up and write down anyone unaccounted for. Rolling my eyes, I went through the list of missing people. I couldn’t help, but be nosey. 
 
They had a waiter listed. Their catering company was pissed about that. The others, he had to cross reference a guest list, writing down any role they had in the wedding. Ms. Dauchen’s +1, no one actually got his name and she was having trouble recalling. Then I spotted the secret reason he reached out to me. Our last name had been placed on the wedding party list twice. My mind skipped over it at first, not realizing my brother’s name wouldn't be on the guest list. Eyes fluttering back, it wasn’t his name. There was a name I hadn’t seen before. 
 
Dom began to stir, “Hey, good morning.” He rubbed my chest. My eyes found him. I knew those eyes. The commotion that had taken place during the reception. It was so hard to keep my mind on track. Staring at my phone screen, that’s when it hit me. I read the name under my name Dominic Mastro – Ring Bearer.
 
I had been looking for my son.

—

“When you think about it, sort of worked out for the best.” Dom stood in my kitchen in nothing but a pair of underwear eating cereal. He was beyond comfortable in a kitchen he barely recalled.

As for the rest of the guests, a few weeks out, the memory bomb was wearing off for anyone not affected by the aging bomb. It was one thing to have your memory tampered, another to have your mind and body altered in unison.  Another stupid thing my brother didn't account for. But now he was off in Bali, escaping the consequences of his action and a beat down from me. Meanwhile, I returned home with Dom who apparently lived there. There was a room in my house and everything. 
 
Only now could I recall the loud POP then sizzle when those purple and green clouds smoked up front the floor. My brother had dropped those balls that exploded like it was a gender reveal party. I had been over by the food and tried to run into the smoke, but the aging bomb had gone into effect first. People were confused hearing the moans and tearing around them. I could have sworn I saw Dominic's body stretching. The closer I tried to get the more muddled my mind felt. My son’s silhouette grew within the smoke, tearing through his suit as he tried to find a way out. My voice couldn’t call out as the smoke choked me. I followed him, barely registering how his clothes never fell off. He had on a blue vest that matched mine and the other groomsmen colors, at the start, but by the time he exited there was a full suit. I was trapped in the smoke for a bit more crashing into people. By the time I finally broke out, just running straight to the back, Dom was there. Indistinguishable from any groomsmen.
 
And now he lived with me. No way to undo anything about my brother’s actions. No way for me to undo my actions.
 
I rubbed my temple, two fingers on both sides, finally responding to his statement, "How do you figure?”
 
“You like me, I like you.” He strolled over to me, knowing I was watching his body. “It’s pretty obvious.” His bulge was looking very yummy in his morning get up. He set down the cereal bowl to walk around me, before kissing me on the neck. “Why don’t we make it official?
 
He wasn’t saying anything I didn’t already know. We had sex several times since returning. He barely slept in his own bed as opposed to mine. But to be honest, no one could resist sleeping with an attractive guy sleeping under their roof. Also, it was just hot to be fucking Dom’s sexy body knowing my cock was responsible for every inch of him. And on the flip side, to get fucked by the cock you made: mind shattering. 
 
It was probably the universe owing me one, because Dom didn’t really know how to be my son. Eventually, he remembered ‘like a dream’ he’d say, but being as old as me, we couldn’t exactly return to that. To be fair, I didn't know how to be a father to him either. We’d always end up back in bed lips attacking each other, letting those own connections burn as our new passions ignited.
 
In the moment, Dom’s kisses were beckoning at my side. I turned my head and locked our lips, sliding my hands over his waist, until my palms rested on his ass cheeks. Playing with them like bongos, I lead us back to the steps. We made our way upstairs and into my bed. His was already ruined. Sliding his underwear down and tossing them off, I ate his ass. 
 
“You were wearing those to get me going?” I asked before diving back in.
 
“Mmmm.” He moaned, “Hey if it works. It works. Besides, I could have been meaner and come down in nothing.” He pushed his ass back on my face. “Eat me out, dad.”
 
The cocky son of a bitch, knew what turned me on and I lapped at his hole. It opened up, greeting me like an old friend. My tongue probed around tasting my own son’s insides. Then my fingers were there opening him up, getting him ready for me. I flipped him to face me. I was addicted to watching his face while I fucked him. Getting in position, I lined up my dick, then froze. This would be us forever. That’s what he was asking down in the kitchen, right?
 
Suddenly, Dom’s legs wrapped around me and my cock went inside him. As if it always belonged there. His ass, the perfect sheath to my sword.
 
Our kisses were merciless, hands roaming as we fucked. Our bodies clashed, trying to push further into each other. There was a compulsion to join even further, dissolve the boundaries of flesh and unite as one. We were made to fit together as father and son, and there was no denying it. Two hard matured bodies that craved the other on a primal level and beyond.
 
I was at my limit. No holding back. I was going to cum inside my boy. No, I was going to cum inside my boyfriend. “Baby boy, it’s coming.” I managed to choke out.
 
“Fuck yeah dad, load me up.” He stated.
 
That did it. My cum pumped heavily into him, his empty ass drinking it all up. Dom’s fat cock exploded when mine did. Surprising the fuck out of me as he hosed us both down. There was nothing like the look on a son’s face when he came from his dad’s cock. “So, boyfriends then?” I asked as we laid there, wrapped in each other. 
 
Dom’s cock bounced back with the question. I knew he was ready to top, but he didn't make a move right away. Just laid there with me. This was more than boyfriend. More than dudes who had fucked. A son back in his dad’s arms. A paternal and protective instinct had arisen in me during the connection. He had to be feeling safe and secure. 
 
There was such a smooth transition, I didn’t notice when he had opened my legs. WHAM. His cock was slammed into me as he flipped us over. My son fucked my ass, while full of his brothers. He started slow. His cock slowly drilling into me. Then the speed came as he established a rhythm, my bed shook and creaked with the power of his thrust. He sat up to watch my pecs bounce as he pounded into me. His nuts drew up and he shot the family seed up my ass. My unborn grandchildren turned my ass into a pool, sloshing about. Bending down he sucked me off until my cum was sent down his throat.
 
Dom fell to bed beside me, stomach down, ass up. I reached over and grabbed a cheek holding it. “That was a lot, son.”
 
“Me? What about you?” he nodded to his ass. “I think you dumped a baby in me.” We shared a laugh. Then it got quiet, me still staring at his ass. He arched an eyebrow, “You’d like that, Putting a kid in your son?” His voice was hushed but so intentionally laying down every word.
 
“Who wouldn't want to impregnate a stud like you?” I answered. Then I looked down at myself, “But it’s not just that. I wouldn't mind having your kid either.” I placed my free hand on my abs, “My own grandson, let's be honest, you probably only make boys.” He chuckled at my dumb joke.  A smile found my lips, “With dads like us they’d be studs no doubt.”
 
“Oh, of course.” He answered with sincerity.
 
“But knocking you up? A boy growing in my boy?” I shook my head, cock enlarging again. “The idea is so hot, I think even beyond the talk, someday we will have to have a kid. So, I can make you a dad too.” I winked at him.
 
“And give me a little brother,” Dom smiled teasingly. I playfully slapped his ass.
 
—

“Stay still you two so I can snap your picture.” I said.
 
“SIT.” Dom ordered Max, our dog, and I felt my own legs go weak at the show of dominance. Yeah, I had caved and done what other dad’s did: got my son a dog. In my defense it was either that or him attempt to collar me. This was the better solution because a dog sure as hell made him look good. He was also happy to lose his shirt for me at the park to show off all the gains he was making. Felt deliciously scandalous to lust after my son in public in front of everyone’s view and them not know. But the man loved driving me wild, knowing exactly what he was doing.
 
A couple years in. A respectable brotherly ‘verbal’ beatdown. Just a bit of therapy. Dom and I were engaged. We were just like any other couple, enjoying our time together.
 
I snapped the pic and Dom clapped his hands, “Come on boy!” He backed away, pecs jiggling to my temptation, before he turned and his ass did the same running away. They took off, Max trailing happily as Dom retrieved the frisbee that he had set down. Sitting on a nearby bench, I took even more pictures of the two. They looked adorable together, of course, but truthfully Dom’s body was a work of art. The aging bomb had already sculpted him, and he was adding on to it by getting even thicker. His back was broader, shoulders larger, pecs heavier, arms veinier.
 
Dom caught me looking after tossing the frisbee, shooting me a toothy grin. My cock had gotten hard ogling him and I had to hide it. He gave a silent chuckle at me before bending over and getting the frisbee out of Max’s mouth. Then his ass just so happened to turn towards me. Dom stood back up, looked around. Then lowered his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His ass sat out rounder than a basketball before he pulled his pants back up. A wink to me, another frisbee toss.
 
By the time we left Dom had tortured me thoroughly. A wet spot on my shorts. We walked back side by side, Max on his leash, trotting ahead of us.
 
“Every day you just get more daring.” I shook my head laughing.
 
“Do I? Must get that from you.” He said feigning ignorance. Then he threw his arm around my neck, pulling me in closer. “What are you gonna do about it dadddd. Gonna punish me?” he teased in my ear. 
 
Laughable as I don’t think I had ever punished him in any way. Dominic was never naughty and Dom seemed to revel in that by being nothing but naughty. He had clearer memories and latent desires emerging, hence the dog. And once we got home, he got the sexual spanking he was essentially begging for, but I don’t think my hands did anything to those firm cheeks.
 
When I was done delivering punishment, I got to kiss it all better and jerk him off in my lap. He didn’t cum though, instead hopping out of my lap to say.
 
“On your knees.”
 
I listened, sinking to the floor, as he slapped his cock on my face.
 
“Want your son’s cum?” He asked, lording his cock and body over me. Then he grabbed my face roughly with one hand. Then you better drink it all down, don’t waste a drop.” His cock was shoved into my throat, bashing away. He grabbed my head and skull fucked me, burying my head on his pubes repeatedly. Reaching up a hand, I tweaked his nipples, cupped his chest before he threw his head back and came down my throat. Demoting my grandchildren to a protein packed snack.
 
—

“Dad, it's now or never this is the best you’re getting.” Dom said. I agreed, snapping a quick pic. Married life was perfect. No kids yet, but we did get another dog. Dom gave me his own puppy dog eyes and I folded, sue me. The memory ball’s repression effects finally faded and his memory was restored, with a mix of his former personality. Happy, energetic, curious. Almost as bad as the new puppy.
 
But look how cute and hot my boy is. How could not get another dog to entertain him?  We were a little family unit of our own. People passed us on the trial; unaware we had fucked off in the woods many times. 
 
Today though, our pups needed more attention than our dicks or asses. Didn’t stop Dom from sending me sexual messages. Though. Took inner strength to not rip his clothes off on the trail. The moment we let our dogs off the leash in a safe spot, my hand was on his ass, then in his shorts. Fingers helping themselves. Far away we looked like the perfect picturesque couple. Close up, I was whispering, how horny my son had me and how badly I wanted to fuck him. 
 
“I knew I should have dicked you down before we left, boy. You fucked me good, but you get needy if your ass isn’t handled.” I licked his neck. He smelled divine like the perfect blend of his cologne, sweat, and nature. “I want you to cum for your dad. But I also don’t want you discarding my grandchildren like they’re some wayward cum shot.” It was hot talking as if I had any ownership over his seed. In truth, I didn’t care if it was in a tissue or on me. Watching him cum was worth the price of admission. I leaned in real close to his ear, “When can I give you that brother?”  That fucking did it, He shot cum straight down his leg and into the grass. I held him up. Letting him expel all of it. His body spasmed, the dogs oblivious to our secret rendezvous. 
 
He stood back up once properly drained. I squatted down and licked his inner thigh and leg where his load sat. I looked up into his eyes, God they were stunning. My cock was hard immediately.