Pete struggles with his emotions

Pete felt himself being swayed by James. Whether it was his puppy dog eyes, groping hand, or a genuine magnetic pull towards him, Pete knew he was falling for James.

"No!" he said, pulling away, "I don't know what's getting into you, but I'm not being a part of it. Today is my wedding day!"

"To the wrong person!" James cried, "She will spend your money, hook you in with a kid and cuck you out!"

"You've never said anything like this before today!" Pete yelled, "If she was so bad, why say you were happy for me when I told you we were engaged."

"Because I support you, I love you!" James retorted, jumping up and grabbing Pete's face, "She's a bitch, but if she makes you happy, I'd keep my mouth shut. But she won't make you happy, not like I could."

Pete was in awe. Sure, he and James had their soppy moments, but seeing this muscly, bearded man who reeked masculinity be so touching, it didn't help with his confused feelings. James began leaning in, slowly, hoping to feel the soft touch of his soulmate's lips again. Pete stood, breathing heavily, allowing James in. Their lips brushed, before Pete pulled away.

"Stop this James." he said, shaking his head, "I'm not even gay."

"What does that have to do with anything?" James asked.

"It means I don't like men." Pete stated, turning from his groomsman, "I like women. I like vagina, breasts, long hair, how they're smaller and fit perfectly into your arms when you hold them, how their skin is so smooth when you- what are you doing?"

Pete turned around to see James standing, fully nude, his suit discarded behind him. His dick was erect and eyes looked ****.

"I may not have a vagina, or long hair, or a smooth body," James said, stepping towards his best friend, "but I have a tight arse and a full heart. Both belong to you. Is that enough?"