So Close.... : Part 1

I couldn't believe this was actually happening! My older sister, Laura, was getting married to Michael, her boyfriend of 3 years. I was to be one of the groomsmen, and was very excited about the fact. I wasn't gay. I knew I wasn't gay. I couldn't be gay. Not with my overbearing gay-hating father always watching me. I tended to classify myself as bi-curious. VERY bi-curious. Well, I was finally on the way. I had big plans for this weekend. I was finally going to do it. I knew that some way, somehow, I was going to have a sexual encounter with another man.

I am not an unattractive person by any means. I'm about 5'10", white, lean with good tone, blue eyes, short brown hair, and slightly tanned skin, but still with a pale glowy look. My dick was around 6.5" slightly larger than average, and I liked it right where it was. I kept all of my pubic hair, I hate shaving. However, I did keep the hair on my balls and in my pubic region very short.

So, on to my sister's wedding. The wedding party was amazing. Five other amazingly hot slightly older guys (I was 18, they were all around 21), and they were really cool. I really got along with two of them, Thomas and Taylor, twins. They were both in the military, and beautiful. They had the same eyes, but their faces were fundamentally different. Thomas' was more beautiful, more angular, more rigid. Taylor's was more harsh, screaming beauty rather than singing it. I really liked them.

They took me under their wing, giving me advice about "how to be a man" and other such issues. I listened, not really hearing what they were saying, but rather to the eloquence of their voices. They had the same voice, predictably enough, and it made me go crazy just hearing it. It was a medium, baritone voice, but masculine. Oh did I love masculine guys! If straight guys liked men, I would be in heaven. They both stood about 6’1”, and were CUT. They were both very muscular, evident in their ever so frequent wrestling matches, which I watched with glee.

Two days before the wedding, all of us six guys were outside working on the landscape. It was outside, and were clearing out some rocks and weeds. It was pretty hot, and she was getting married in July, and so none of us were wearing shirts. In fact, it was so hot; two of us (The twins) were outside only in Boxers, while another groomsman, Greg, was wearing briefs. I struck up a conversation with Thomas, hoping to spend as much time with him as possible. He was calm, sweet, and understanding, and I’d singled him out as being most likely to win over to my side. I just had to set about how.

I really enjoyed spending the next few hours with Thomas and Taylor. They were both industrious, laving me only a small portion of work, which was fine by me. More time to watch them. But I had to be careful, I could only playfully hint at my true nature. Anything more would spoil everything. Then, something happened. Nothing big, insignificant really. But it meant a lot to me. Thomas was lifting a really large, heavy-looking rock. I offered to help, but he refused. It was a manhood thing. I was walking along beside him, admiring his body while he worked and chatting about nothing, when I ended up on the other side of him. I offered to help him set the rock down, and surprisingly, he accepted. While we were setting it down, I glanced at his crotch and the slight bugle pressing against the front of his boxers. Then I looked up. Thomas was already looking at me, and we locked eyes instantly. Something passed.

As we were putting down the rock, his thumb caught the waistband of his boxers. Both of us pretended not to notice. Now the rock was on the ground, and we were both crouched like frogs, his thumb in his waistband. We stood up, never looking from each other. Well, until something at the bottom of my field of vision caught my eye. As we had stood up, he had kept his hand on the rock, which pulled his boxers down, letting his package fly fee. When he saw I was looking down, he kinda smirked, then pulled his face into a faux embarrassed look. “Oh my god!” he yelled, and pulled up his boxers. But not until I completely memorized what I saw, etching into my brain every detail of his glorious manhood. And also not after his eyes told me he meant every second of it.

His limp cock looked to be between 3 and four inches, with a thick pubic bush and shaved balls. That intrigued me. I wondered what that would look like hard in front of my face.

Quickly, the hard day of working dissolved into a pickup game of Smear the Queer (No offense meant) This was so fun. Six of us shirtless, hot, sweaty guys all tackling each other over and over. It was getting hotter, and we were shedding layers as quickly as possible. It ended up withal six of us wearing only boxers or briefs, each to his own. I was in heaven. With every tackle I could feel a pair of balls or a cock. With every dogpile I nearly had a woody to deal with. This continued until the six of us wet back to the motel to rest for the night.
There were two rooms for the six of us, and it was quickly decided to have 3 in each rom. It was too logical. I just sat by waiting for them to decide, knowing my opinion really had no bearing anyway. It was decided I would share a room with Taylor and Greg. No complaints from me, just a little disappointment. I was hoping to share a bed with Thomas, so I could attempt to seduce him. Oh well, I still had two more days.

I did however, share a double bed with Taylor, my #2 man. I had a hard on the entire time I was in the same bed as him. I couldn’t sleep. Sleeping next to this beautiful Marine was impossible. I did notice a few things. For one, He slept nude. When we got into bed, he pulled off his sweat-soaked boxers and winked, which made me blush and look away. His cock looked nearly the same as his brothers, just maybe a bit thicker. They had been telling stories about all of the escapades they has been through with women together, and I found myself wishing I was one of them. They talked about how they had double teamed a girl, one getting blown and one fucking her. Once they even tried double penetration on a girl. I sorely wished at that moment I had a vagina so he would fuck me. When we got into bed, he scooted a bit closer to me than was necessary, elating me. Also, he slept facing me, a plus. I also slept, or tried to do so, facing him.

My hand was on the bed. I inched it closer, covering the expanse of bed between us. I hoped he had a morning boner, that would make my life so much easier. If I could just touch it…..my hand stopped dead. I could feel the heat radiating off his obviously hard dick. What if he felt, and woke up. This would be hard to explain away. Fuck it, I thought. No guts, no glory. I moved my hand closer again. I could tell I was about to touch it when….the alarm went off. He rolled over and out of bed. He then looked at me, saw that I couldn’t help staring at his beautiful 6 inch hard on, and winked. We looked at each other for a second, and then he looked over at Greg rising from the other bed, and with another wink, pulled boxers on. “Gross man! Hide that thing!” I heard yelled from the other side of the room.

“Sorry man,” Taylor responded, smiled at me with knowing eyes, and went off to the bathroom. I was so close…..