The Best Man Did More Than His Duty

When I was 25 and about to get married, I asked my buddy Jay to be my best man. We'd been close for years, and there was no one else I trusted more. That meant he was in charge of planning my bachelor party.

I told him I didn't want any strippers or over-the-top shenanigans--just a bunch of friends, some music, and a mountain of booze. At the time, Jay was still living with his parents, and since they spent most weekends "up at the trailer," we had the whole place to ourselves. Perfect setup.

It was a fantastic party. I got very drunk. At one point, someone turned on some porn. They had picked a safe bet, a lot of girl-on-girl action, because we obviously didn't want to see naked guys! I had never really understood the point of a bunch of guys sitting around watching porn and getting horny with each other. I mean, what's the point in getting all horned up if there was nobody there to have sex with?

Around 3 a. m., everyone stumbled off to bed. The house had a million spare rooms, and as the guest of honour, I was given a bedroom to myself.

Lying there, buzzed and warm and just drunk enough to feel uninhibited, I got incredibly horny. So I decided to rub one out--enthusiastically. I barely noticed the footsteps in the hallway until I heard Jay's voice: "What's that sound? Go on ahead. I'll check on Steve."

And then the doorknob turned.

I froze mid-stroke and yanked the sheet over myself just in time.

Jay stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and turned on the light. "You okay?" he asked, his eyes flicking briefly toward the suspicious mound under the sheet.

I sat up quickly, trying to cover the obvious tent in the sheet. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed, steadying himself with one hand that--whether by accident or something more--brushed across the shape of my very willing cock.

That touch made me suck in a breath and let out a low, involuntary sound.

He leaned in a little closer, eyes searching mine. "You sure you're okay?"

Something about the look in his eyes, the warm weight of his hand, and the heat in the room made me bold. I reached for his hand and guided it back to my cock--still covered by the sheet.

He didn't pull away. In fact, he exhaled a slow breath as he gripped me through the fabric. He held it for a moment, squeezing a little.

Then he stood, walked to the door, and locked it!

When he came back, he ripped the sheet off with a big grin. "Naked. Now."

I was already almost there--I just had a t-shirt left. I peeled it off as he quickly undressed. As he revealed his cock, it was already hard, maybe a little bigger than mine, and beautiful.

He kissed me roughly, hungrily, as he pushed me flat on my back, then climbed on top of me, grinding our cocks together. His knees nudged my thighs apart, his hands exploring my chest, my shoulders, everything. I grabbed his ass and I pulled him tighter against me, grinding us together harder.

Eventually, his lips left mine. He kissed down my neck, my chest, my belly--slow, deliberate--before reaching my aching cock. He wrapped a hand around my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as he licked the sensitive underside of my shaft. Every squeeze, every lick, sent shockwaves through me.

I moaned.

"Shh," he whispered. "Or I'll have to stop."

I didn't want that. So I offered him a simple solution to keep me quiet.

He grinned, stood up, and positioned himself over me--one knee on either side of my head--as he bent to take me into his mouth again. His cock lowered toward my lips, and I opened eagerly, taking him in, both hands were on his firm ass to guide his rhythm. He started back to work on my cock.

Between his mouth on me and the weight of him in my throat, I was spiraling fast.

I came hard--spurting over and over into his mouth. He let it spill back out, warm and wet on my cock. But I didn't stop. I kept working his dick with my mouth until he finally tensed, let out a groan, and started cumming.

I didn't have many options in my position. I swallowed. Again. And again. He gave me everything he had.

We collapsed into each other afterward, just lying in the quiet afterglow. Eventually, Jay stood and got dressed. I stayed where I was, dazed and grinning, watching him.

He leaned down, gave me a soft kiss, and left the room without a word.

Leaving me naked. Spent. And absolutely sure I'd never forget what my best man did for me.