Stag Night

I opened my dressing gown fully, and started rapidly masturbating my own
aching cock.  They looked so incredible together.  Until then, almost all of
my sexual fantasies had revolved around girls of my own age: the prospect of
me being turned on by two guys in their twenties would never have occurred
to me.  But seeing Masey devouring Josh's cock was undeniably arousing: the
pleasure of boh men - one enjoying his friend's large cock, the other
enjoying his friend's expert mouth - was infectious.  Macey's stiff cock was
upright between his legs; he was breathing rapidly through his nose,
struggling to further quicken the rhythm of his mouth on Josh's cock.

I saw Josh reach behind himself and pull Masey's fingers out of his crack. 
He muttered, "Not inside."  Masey maintained his rhythm and moved his palms
to hold onto Josh's cheeks again, avoiding his cleft altogether.  I guessed
that having another man's fingers playing with his arsehole, being rather
close to penetrating him, was a step that Josh was not prepared to take.

They kept going for another minute or so: Masey kneeling in front of Josh,
his mouth taking long, rapid sweeps up and down the length of the other
man's large cock.  I stood and watched them through the narrow gap of the
open door, wanking my own cock quickly and feeling my orgasm nearing.

But then Josh pulled away from Masey and fell onto the settee, laughing and
gasping.  He said, breathlessly, "Too fuckin' close, man."

Masey stayed kneeling, panting to recover his breath.

Josh repeated, clearly amused by how close he'd been to cumming, "Nearly
went over the edge, there."

Masey said, breathing heavily, "You should have finished off... I like it
when you... cum down my throat..."

Josh laughed.  After recovering his breath, he said, "I remember when you
sucked me off before the annual ball in our second year..."

Masey grinned.  "And you didn't get a drop on your tuxedo..."

Josh giggled.  "And you had chronic indigestion all evening..."

They both laughed.

Then, after a pause, Josh said, "I wondered if you might wanna... you
know... bend over or whatever..."

Masey smiled.  He effected a crisp, upper class accent.  "Are you asking to
fuck the best man's arse, Mr Bridegroom?"

Josh replied in a similar manner.  "Do you know, sir, I think I jolly well
am..."

Masey smiled.  "I think that can be arranged."  Then, in his normal voice,
"You got any lube or stuff?"

Josh stood up.  "I wasn't really expecting this to happen."  He walked
towards the kitchen door; towards me.  "I'll see if there's some olive oil
or something..."

I darted behind the door as Josh opened it.  He strolled into the kitchen,
his erection waving around like a thick branch in front of him, and headed
for the cupboards below the worktop.  I remained behind the door, thankful
that he hadn't put the light on and that I was concealed in near-darkness. 
He looked into a few cupboards, using the light thrown into the kitchen from
the living room to guide him, and eventually found what he was looking for.

He walked back out and pulled the door closed behind him.  It clicked shut.

Now I had a problem.  I really wanted to see them fuck but the door was
firmly closed.  I contemplated going to bed and masturbating, finishing off
what I'd started, perhaps imagining what the two guys were doing together in
the living room.  But that thought was dismissed pretty quickly: I had to
see it.

I stood in the darkness behind the closed door and heard them talking softly
and then Masey laugh.  I imagined what they were doing: smearing Josh's cock
with olive oil and Masey rubbing some of it into his arsehole.  The two of
them sounded so relaxed about it, so comfortable about having a sexual side
to their relationship.

I thought, "I should find this disgusting.  Most of my mates would get the
hell out of here.  Just go back to bed."  But the prospect of that, however
logical and rational, could not compare with the alternative possibility of
easing the door slightly open.

I thought it would be best to try and open it while they were talking. 
They'd be distracted and might not hear the sound it made.  If they acted
like they'd heard me, by going suddenly quiet or by calling out, I decided
I'd make a dash for the stairs and get into my bedroom as quickly as I
could.  Then they wouldn't know who'd been watching them.

Josh laughed at something Masey said as I quietly lowered the handle on the
door. His laughter seemed to mask the click of the bolt inside the door
frame.  I held the handle firmly for about ten seconds, until I was
satisfied from their continued conversation, that they hadn't heard
anything.  Then I pulled the door towards me, opening it a couple of
centimetres as it had been before Josh had come into the kitchen.

When I looked through the crack, I saw that Masey was smearing olive oil
into Josh's cock, massaging the thick, erect stem of it tenderly and gently.

Josh was saying, "I can't believe she never suspected anything... the number
of times we did it..."

Masey grinned.  "Well she probably just thought we were playing cards or
something..."

"She was in the next room for Christ's sake.  Which card game involves
headboards banging against bedroom walls...?!"

Masey giggled.  "She was American.  Maybe she thought we play Snap
differently over here..."

Josh laughed again.

Then he reached down and took the oil from Masey.  "Dogs or wheelbarrows?"

Masey smiled.  "You choose."

Josh considered for a few seconds.  Then he said, "I think we'll have you on
all fours."

"Surprise surprise..."

Masey turned away from Josh and got on all fours on the rug in front of the
fireplace.  He stuck his arse outwards towards Josh: it looked pale and had
far less hair inside the crack than Josh's.  His thighs, though, were quite
hairy - not like a chimp, but it would have been impossible for Josh to
imagine Masey as a girl, as I thought he might.  Masey opened his legs
slightly so that his balls were obvious, hanging down between his thighs
inside his scrotum.  Again, the image was of a male adopting a receptive
posture, of him getting ready to be fucked, and Josh seemed totally happy
with the prospect.

Josh knelt behind him and poured some of the oil into Masey's crack.  Then
he worked his finger along the furrow of Masey's cleft, finding his hole. 
He muttered, "It's always lower than I expect..."

Masey asked, "Girls arseholes are higher then?"

Josh nodded.  "Yeah.  I guess.  I suppose they've more to fit in
underneath..."

Masey said, "I'll have to take your word for - "  And then, as Josh found
his target, "Ah!"

Josh whispered, "That okay?"

Masey giggled, "Yeah, it's just cold!"

Josh started working his finger in and out of Masey's hole.  Masey gasped in
obvious pleasure.  His hand reached for his cock and, from the movements of
his elbow, it was clear that he was masturbating himself as Josh fingered
him.  I opened my dressing gown again and started beating my own dick,
fascinated by the idea that a guy could get pleasure from being fingered in
his arse as a girl would from having her pussy fingered.

Josh reached for more oil and then returned to Masey's hole.  The rhythm of
his hand against Masey's arse increased and he reached over to hold the
other man's hip steady as he pushed in and out of him.  His hand made wet
slapping noises against Masey's arse.  Masey started panting.

Josh laughed gently, "Does that feel good, then?"

Masey nodded enthusiastically, seeming to be totally overwhelmed by the
feelings from Josh's finger.  He started pushing his arse further backward
into Josh's hand, trying to get more of Josh's finger inside him.

Josh smiled warmly and looked at his friend, gasping and panting in front of
him.  He looked like he was enjoying fingering Masey.  He was totally
without disgust or revulsion at this being the other man's arse that his
finger was inside; instead, his expression was one of affection and
pleasure.  He seemed happy to be giving Masey something back in return for
the enjoyment he'd had from Masey's mouth.

He kept pushing his finger in and out of his friend, and then said, softly,
"You ready for something a bit bigger?"

Masey gasped again.  "Yeah...".

Josh grinned.  "You sure?"

Masey was breathless.  "Go on... go for it..."

Josh giggled, his hand still working rapidly inside Masey's cleft.  "We
don't have to if you don't want to..."

Masey seemed impatient.  "Fucking go for it, Josh.  Fuck me."

Josh laughed and pulled his hand away from Masey's arse.  Then he moved up
behind him and grabbed his hips.  Quickly and without any further
discussion, he lined himself up at his friend's hole and then slid his cock
all the way into him.

Masey sounded like he was in pain.  He gasped and moaned.

Josh pulled out and then pushed in again.

Masey grunted.

Josh gripped Masey's hips more firmly and thrust in again.  Then again, and
again, developing a rhythm.

Masey panted and said, "Shit!"

Josh bent over him, his chest against Masey's back.  He wrapped his arms
around Masey's chest and started pushing himself more rapidly in and out of
Masey's arse.  He began grunting in time with his thrusts, a deep, almost
bestial sound that made his pleasure more obvious than anything he could
have said.

Masey kept panting and started making lighter grunting noises of his own. 
His hand was still at his own cock and his elbow speeded up.  However large
Josh's cock felt inside his arse, Masey was clearly enjoying it.

Josh held onto his friend, and started ramming his cock in and out with an
increasing pace.  It was clear that neither man was going to last long. 
Both were grunting and gasping, both seemed totally overcome by the
intensity of their pleasure.  A regular clapping sound started up: the sound
of Josh's hips slapping against Masey's butt cheeks.  Behind that was the
softer, wetter sound of Josh's cock, coated in oil, sliding in and out of
Masey's hole.

I gripped my balls with my free hand and started masturbating my cock
rapidly and roughly, heading towards my own orgasm as inexorably as Josh and
Masey were towards theirs.  The sight of them - one on all fours and the
other bending over him, frantically penetrating him - and the sounds of them
- their masculine grunts and pants as they enjoyed their act of sex together
- seemed so natural and beautiful that my reservations had all but
evaporated.

I think Masey came first.  He whimpered and his elbow became a blur, his
hand tugging furiously at his cock.  Then he gasped like he was drowning and
his hand slowed down.  Josh raised his body upright and, gripping Masey's
hips firmly, made short, rapid strokes with his cock into Masey's arse. 
Then he gasped and grunted as the noise of his cock became wetter and
sloppier as his cum lubricated his friend's arse.

As Josh pulled himself away from Masey and his cock was expelled by Masey's
hole with a squelch, my cum was shooting like a fountain, covering the door
and the tiled floor of the kitchen in what seemed like a river.

Before I could clean it up, while I was still recovering my breath, Josh
came towards the kitchen door looking for kitchen roll.  I made a run for
it: headed up the stairs and up to my room as quickly as I could.  Then sat
on my bed, panting, and wondering whether other straight guys would do such
things.  Straight guys like me.

The next morning, the house was a flurry of activity as everyone prepared
for the big moment.  I tried to keep out of it and remained in the living
room, drinking coffee.

Masey came to join me, dressed impeccably in his black suit and already
wearing a carnation on his lapel.  I noticed that he and Josh were behaving
as they always did: making jokes together, pissing around a bit; altogether
relaxed and happy with each other.  There was none of the embarrassment or
edginess that I was half-expecting: indeed, I found it hard to believe, even
though I'd seen it, that they'd done anything other than get pissed and have
a laugh together on the previous evening.

Masey sat on the armchair and drank coffee from a mug.

I toyed with the idea of making a facetious comment about ring fingers, but
when I looked at him, his expression was solemn and contemplative.

So I dismissed that idea and, instead, stated, "You'll miss him."

I didn't really know Masey that well, and I wondered how he'd react to me
being so direct.

After a pause, he said, "He's not going anywhere."

"But you'll see less of him.  He'll have other commitments."

Masey stared at me.  His blonde hair was gelled back, making him look older
than he was.

He said, "Well, that's the way it is, Sebastian.  Things change, people move
on."

I took a drink from my coffee.  Then I asked, "How about you?  Are you
thinking of getting married?"

He smiled and shook his head.  "It's not really something I regard as
important."

I smiled back.  "Did you think Josh would feel the same way?"

He stopped smiling and stared at me again.  I clarified, "I mean, he's
always seemed to find it hard to settle down..."

Masey looked at his coffee.  Swirled it around a little as if he thought the
answer was somewhere inside it.

Then he looked back up at me and said, "I guess I thought he might not... I
dunno."

We sat in silence for a short while.  I felt him staring at me.  I wasn't
sure where my line of conversation was headed.  I was just interested to
know whether he was as casual as Josh apparently was about the sexual side
of their relationship.

He broke the silence by saying, "I'm pleased he's getting married.  It's
what he wants."

I looked over at him.  His expression was intense.

I said, "It's kind of sad, though.  You guys get on so well."

"This is his big day.  This is important to him.  I've always known that. 
I've no right to feel sad."

He stared at me.  I held his gaze.  His words were strong but eyes were
weary and they betrayed his sorrow.  He looked down at his coffee again.

I wanted to say something else but I couldn't think of anything which would
comfort him without letting him know that I knew about him and Josh.  Then
my mother called me into the kitchen to do some trivial thing for her.

Throughout the wedding I wondered whether it had been fair for Josh to have
used Masey for sex as he had.  He obviously knew his friend was gay and was
smart enough to realise that Masey's feelings for him would be intensified
and solidified by their sexual encounters.  While Masey had been keen to
allow Josh to use him for sex, had it been unfair for Josh to exploit that?

I wondered about that throughout the day.  I kept looking at the two of
them, and especially at Masey who was fairly reserved around everyone except
Josh, and found myself arriving at a particular conclusion only to disregard
it just a few minutes later.

Even when Josh and Rachel pulled away in their limo, the cans clanking on
the ground behind it, and Masey was left behind waving them off with the
rest of us, I still wasn't sure how fair Josh had been.