Stag Night

As far as I'm concerned, straight guys like having sex with other men just
as much as gay guys do.  They just won't admit it.  Otherwise, for all
intents and purposes, I'm convinced that there's little to separate the two
types of men.

Take my cousin, Josh, for example.  He's a pretty typical straight guy
coming from a middle-class background.  Captain of his university rugby
team, boyfriend to a thick and fast succession of girls, before meeting and
moving in with one of them and then, at twenty five, marrying her.  Totally
straight, reassuringly conventional.  Kids planned, no doubt, for when
Rachel is ready to put her career on hold.  You know the routine.

But even Josh, with his rugby songs about tits and jokes about him being
able to convert lesbians at fifty paces, had a liking for something a bit
alternative.  And I found that out the night before he got married.

I was seventeen and he'd come to stay at our house.  He was living with his
fiancÈe in a flat in North London, but his parents insisted that, for the
sake of tradition, he should be away from her for the night before the
wedding.  Since our house was just ten miles or so from their flat, he asked
if he could bunk up with us for the night.  No problems at all.

His parents, my uncle and aunt, had travelled down to London for the wedding
and were sleeping in the spare room, so Josh had to take the sofa.

The day before the wedding, he turned up with his satchel and his mate from
university who was going to act as his best man.  They came to our house in
the middle of the afternoon to drop off their stuff before heading off for a
last night of drunkenness together.  Josh introduced his mate, Masey, to my
mum and dad with a comment about Masey being sensible and staying single
while Josh was going to become, as he put it, "supposedly respectable".

My mother laughed but my dad seemed quite flustered by the surprise of Josh
having a friend with him to stay.  He asked where Masey was going to sleep.

Josh waved the question aside dismissively. "He's brought a sleeping bag. 
He'll sleep on the floor."

My dad said, "We've got a camp bed.  Does he want that?"

Masey just stood there, apparently unable to answer questions for himself.

Josh said, "Yeah whatever.  The state we'll be in when we get back, I don't
think he'll really notice, though..."

The two of them laughed and went out for the night.  My dad snorted: Josh
had never been his favourite nephew.

During the evening meal, my uncle apologised to my dad for not mentioning
that Masey - his name was Ian Masefield, but he generally got called Masey -
was coming.

My mother said, "It's not a problem.  I just wish we had another room for
him to sleep in -"

My dad interrupted, "Josh had better make sure his sleeping bag's pretty
tightly zipped up..."  He laughed loudly.

My uncle smiled.  "Come on, Jim.  We never actually found out about that..."

My brother Gareth looked puzzled.  I wasn't too sure what was going on
either.  Gareth asked, "Found out about what?"

My dad said, "Josh once said that Masey was coming on to him - you know -" 
He grinned and raised his eyebrows mischievously.

My uncle was not amused.  "Jim - that was five or six years ago.  Nothing
ever came of it - even if Ian is gay, the two of them clearly worked it
out..."

Gareth looked shocked.  "Masey's gay?"

My aunt chipped in, "We don't know that, Gareth.  Don't say anything."  Then
she turned on my dad, her eyes quite angry.  "Jim, that's all forgotten
about now.  You shouldn't have mentioned it.  Not just before the wedding."

My dad laughed.  "I'm not saying anything happened between those guys..."

My aunt was still angry.  She snapped, "Just drop it.  Our Joshua will have
a wife tomorrow.  It's not fair to dredge things up like that..."

My dad kept laughing but he was clearly embarrassed.  "Jesus.  I was just
joking, Pauline."

My aunt snapped, "Well don't."

And that's where it ended.

Gareth and I glanced at each other.  He gave me a small smirk.  Whenever my
dad met up with my aunt, his sister, he ended up being told off by her like
he was still a kid.  I looked down at my meal to conceal the grin that was
developing on my face.

I suppose I would have forgotten that the conversation had taken place if it
were not for what had happened during the night.

I guess I must have woken up when Josh and Masey got back from their night
out.  Most of us had gone to bed at about midnight but I think my dad and
uncle stayed up a while longer drinking whiskey and talking about Scotland,
where they were both from.  By two thirty, when Josh and Masey staggered in
- banging the front door and laughing loudly - the house was otherwise dead.

I think I lay in bed for a while, trying to get back off to sleep; feeling
thirsty from drinking too much of the pre-wedding beer with Gareth. 
Eventually, the thought of cold lemonade from the fridge became too tempting
and so I crept down to the kitchen to get some.

I didn't switch on any lights.  Josh and Masey were in the living room
getting ready to go to sleep and I didn't want them to hear me.  Josh liked
to take the piss out of me and catching me in my dressing gown,
semi-inebriated would have delighted him.

I went into the kitchen and quietly poured myself some lemonade.  I gulped
down one glass and poured myself a second.  I could hear Josh talking to
Masey about Rachel, his voice quiet and his speech slightly slurred.

Drinking the second glass more slowly, I heard Josh saying that Rachel was
fantastic in bed.

Masey asked if she was as good as Tanya, one of the more long-term
girlfriends from Josh's university days.

Josh laughed.  He said, "No-one's as good as Tanya.  She was - Jesus - she
was fuckin' good..."

Masey laughed as well.  He asked, "In what way?"

Josh said, "She was special.  Fuckin' total psychopath, but she knew what to
do with a guys' cock, mate."

I gently put my glass into the sink, being careful not to give my presence
away by knocking it against the other crockery which was in there.

Masey asked, "What do you mean?  Good blow jobs...?"

Josh laughed.  "Fuck yeah."

I walked towards the kitchen door, intending to creep back upstairs, but
stopped when I heard Masey say, "As good as mine?"

There was a pause.

Then Josh said, "That's not a fair comparison.  You're a guy.  You know what
you're doin'..."

I quietly walked back over to the door connecting the kitchen with the
living room and peered through the thin crack.  It looked like both of them
had undressed down to their teeshirts and briefs and were facing each other,
Josh sprawled out on the settee and Masey sitting on the opposite armchair. 
Josh was lying side onto me so I couldn't really see him, but Masey was
sitting in view, smirking at Josh.  He had short blonde hair and a warm,
genuine face.  His features were gentle and understated; calm and
restrained.  But his eyes were alight and beltrayed his interest.

He said, "My mouth is still the best then?"

Josh laughed again.  Then he paused and said, "I have to say, Masey, your
mouth would take some beating..."

Masey chuckled.  He'd drawn his legs up to his chest but they were slightly
apart, revealing the front of his light blue briefs.  The mounds of his cock
and balls were clearly visible inside the front of them and, further down
between the tops of his thighs, the material was slightly furrowed into his
arse crack.  He said, still grinning, "And now you're getting married..."

Josh yawned and said, "Yeah.  It's gonna be endless dinner parties and
washing the car on Sunday afternoons now.  A fortnight in the Algarve every
summer."

"Sounds great."

The two of them said nothing for a few seconds.  Eventually, Masey broke the
silence by asking, "Have you told Rachel about... you know... the stuff we
used to do...?"

Josh shook his head.  "No reason to.  It wasn't a big deal.  I mean, it's
wasn't like it was ever anything serious for either of us..."

Masey smiled and nodded.  "It was pretty good though."

Josh laughed.  "Yeah."

Masey asked, "Do you think she'd mind?"

Josh shrugged.  "Dunno.  She's pretty cool about stuff like that..."

Masey grinned and said, "But I guess she'd be kind of stunned if you did
something like that now?"

Again, there was a few seconds of silence.  Josh moved around a bit on the
settee, apparently making himself more comfortable.  Then he said, speaking
slowly, "I guess what she doesn't know wouldn't hurt her..."

Masey smiled broadly.  He looked like he was going to say something but then
changed his mind.  Like he was afraid he might screw up something that
seemed to heading his way.

After another pause, Josh asked, clearly trying to sound casual, "You'd
still be up for a bit of mouth action then, Mr Masefield?"

Masey nodded.  "You know me, Josh.  When have I ever refused...?"

Josh laughed.

There was another pause.  Masey closed his legs together, perhaps trying to
conceal the fact he was getting excited by the idea of re-enacting stuff the
two of them used to do together at uni.

Then Josh said, "I dunno."  He laughed uncertainly.  "It's the night before
my wedding for Christ's sake.  This isn't exactly part of the bridegroom
tradition..."

Masey smiled but his eyes were serious.  "It's up to you, mate.  But it's
not like anyone would find out... old times' sake and all that..."

Josh chuckled again.  "Jesus, you're still fuckin' up for it, aren't you?"

Masey became more serious.  "I wanna do it, yeah.  But if you're gonna get a
guilt trip about it being you're wedding day tomorrow, then it doesn't
matter."

Josh didn't reply for a while.  He just lay there on the settee.  From the
angle at which I was watching him, it looked like he was gently rubbing the
front of his briefs, but I couldn't be sure without making my presence
obvious.

After twenty seconds or so, he laughed.  It was slightly unexpected; Masey,
like me, seemed puzzled.

Josh explained, still giggling, "It'd be kind of cool, actually, mate.  The
best man smelling of the groom's cum... the best man with jaw ache from the
groom's cock..."  He laughed again.

Masey laughed as well.  He added, "The best man unable to sit down from the
groom's cock..."

Josh kept laughing.  "Yeah.  Nice one..."

I became even more interested in this: clearly, Masey's mouth hadn't been
the only thing to have been used by Josh at uni.

Josh stood up and loomed over Masey.  While both guys were tall and
obviously looked after their bodies, Josh's short black hair and more
muscular frame made him look imposing.  His erection was obvious: it formed
a large mound in the bottom of the front of his baggy teeshirt.

He looked down at Masey, seated on the armchair, and said, "Old times sake,
then?"

Masey smiled and nodded, apparently unintimidated by Josh's air of
authority.

Josh pulled off his teeshirt.  The front of his light grey briefs was
tenting outwards impressively: the material was stretched outwards by his
erection so that, looking at him from the side as I was, his pubic bush and
the base of his cock were clearly visible.

When he'd pulled the teeshirt over his head, he stood grinning at Masey,
clearly comfortable about being erect in front of the other man.  His chest
was well-muscled from working out, and his pecs were lightly covered by a
fuzz of brown hair.  I had to acknowledge, even at seventeen when I wasn't
comfortable with such thoughts, that Josh looked pretty hot: tall and
well-built, his cock seeming huge inside his underwear - eager and
expectant.

He pulled down his briefs and asked, "You still into arse stuff then?"  His
cock bobbed upwards after he'd pulled his briefs over his feet.  It looked
massive: eight or nine inches long and as thick as a scaffolding pole.  I
could see why Masey, if he was gay, had been so keen to get his mouth around
it.  As cocks went, it was quality stuff.

Masey stood up and said, "More than ever, mate.  What about you..."  He
pulled off his own teeshirt.  The front of his light blue briefs stood
outwards, but his cock was clearly not in the same league as Josh's.  It
made a stiff rod, six inches or so long, inside them and a small damp patch
had formed at the tip of his bell end.

Josh turned slightly to watch Masey as he undressed, so that I could see his
solid round buttocks and thick bush of anal hair protruding from the lower
part of his arse crack.  He said, "Rachel isn't really into it.  We tried,
but she said I was too big."

Masey laughed, pulling down his briefs.  "That's what makes it so good,
though."  When he'd kicked them off his feet, he stood back upright and his
cock curved upwards in front of him.

Josh said, "Maybe you've got a loose arse..."

Masey grinned, "And I wonder who loosened it..."

Masey walked over to stand in front of Josh.  The two men were both slightly
over six foot in height and they looked directly into each other's eyes. 
From the kitchen door, I could see both of their bodies in profile: the
similarities of their well-defined chests; their flat, tight stomachs, and
then - in complete contrast - their differently proportioned cocks pointing
towards one another.

Masey reached out and caressed Josh's large, straight cock.  Then he wrapped
his fingers around its thick stem and gently masturbated it.  Their faces
moved together and I thought they were going to kiss, but instead Masey
whispered into Josh's ear, with a grin, "You ready to rock 'n' roll?"

Josh nodded.

Masey put his arms around Josh and gently caressed his back, moving his
hands slowly up and down the other man's smooth skin on either side of his
spine.  As he did so, he worked his face down Josh's body, taking time to
kiss his friend's nipples and lingering at his belly button.  Then, gripping
Josh's arse firmly in his palms, he turned his attention to Josh's cock.  He
started licking at the broad, purple bell end, moistening its surface with
his tongue and teasing its underside.  Josh gasped, as if suppressing a
giggle, and his cock jumped around in response to Masey's practiced
technique.

Masey paused to kneel down properly in front of Josh and then started taking
his friend's cock into his mouth in earnest.  The two of them looked so hot
like that: Masey kneeling as if in deference to the other man's large cock,
seemingly worshiping it with his tongue and his mouth.  Masey's hands were
still firmly planted on Josh's hard, round buttocks and it looked like he
was kneading them gently with his fingers as he eagerly consumed Josh's
cock.  I noticed that Masey's own cock, smaller and more curved than Josh's,
was still rock hard and pointing upwards between his thighs.  His enjoyment
of what he was doing for Josh was obvious, even though he didn't touch his
cock at all while he was pleasuring Josh.

I reached into my dressing gown and started silently rubbing at my own stiff
cock as I watched the two men.  Josh was regarded as being so unquestionably
straight within the family and by his mates that to see him like this was as
unexpected as it was exciting.  His acceptance that men could enjoy sex
together in this way, without him apparently feeling any guilt or any threat
to his masculinity, was also fascinating.  I remember thinking that I
shouldn't be enjoying watching them do this - they were both guys and I'd
pretty much labelled myself as being straight back then - but I was
reassured by the fact that Josh was also straight and yet he was enjoying
it.

Masey gripped Josh's arse and started feasting on the guy's large cock.  His
lips swept up and down its stem, and he managed to take six or seven inches
of it into his mouth.  I was amazed that he was able to take that much into
him without gagging: my own experiences of blowjobs had, at least until
then, been far less successful.  I guess Masey, unlike most of my
girlfriends, knew what he was doing.

Masey developed a fairly rapid rhythm on Josh's cock and Josh's hips gently
thrust towards his face in time with it.  His large balls bobbed upwards in
their loose, hairy sac with every thrust, and they kept banging into Masey's
chin.  The rhythm of the two men gradually increased and Josh started
panting rapidly in pleasure.  Masey's hands seemed totally captivated by
Josh's arse: his fingers massaged Josh's cheeks and worked their way into
his crack, exploring and relishing the feel of it.