Pre-wedding jitters

The weeks and months that followed weren't exactly "fun", what with both our parents making it known that they thought we were too young to become parents, but they did begrudgingly offer support. From my end, I was never going to let Kate do this on her own. Not a chance in hell. Even if I was struggling to figure out my feelings with the Amy situation, I still cared about Kate and I wasn't about to let our baby grow up without a father.

I don't want to say we had a rushed wedding, but we did make it a priority to get hitched before Kate started to show. Kate didn't want a grandiose ceremony or anything like that, and one night when having dinner with my family, my mother suggested we use Aunt Lucy's lake house as the venue. Naturally I wanted to shut that down right away, but Kate seemed taken with the place and how intimate it would be so I reluctantly went along with the whole thing.

We agreed to only our closest friends and family being in attendance, which unfortunately meant having Amy there. What was I going to do, not invite my big brother to my wedding? Fuck no. And with him came his new wife, satan.

I don't know why, but I made David my best man. It felt like an apology of sorts for the situation me and Amy had put him in, but also...I couldn't help but feel that I wanted him near me today. I'll admit that a part of me was addicted to the power I felt when I was around him.

It was the morning of the wedding and we were all setting up at Lucy's place, getting everything in order. The women were inside doing their own arrangements while the men went about setting up the tables and chairs outside right near the lake where the sun shone down making the whole place look magical. My dad and brother were busy getting all the booze ready for the evening, leaving just myself, David, Kate's dad Mike and her little brother Jimmy to do all the heavy lifting.

"Hey Alan," Mike called, shifting a few seats around, "looks like we might be short a table, you think you could go get one of those folding ones out from the boathouse? We just need something small to put the finger foods on."

The boathouse. Fuck. "Yeah, no problem."

I was halfway there when David jogged up to my side. "I'll give you a hand."

As soon as we got inside he was all over me. There was an urgency to his kisses, like he was ravenous. For my part I didn't even try to fight back. I wanted this just as much, my tongue pushing through to meet his.

"Fuck, Alan, I've missed you," he breathed, slowly removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. "have you missed me?"

I didn't answer, but I didn't deny it either.

"Every time I see you with that bitch it makes my blood boil. She could never be good enough for you." his pants were off now, and he stood before me in his naked glory, his slim dick standing to attention. "I'm better than her, aren't I? You know I am."

Part of me wanted to refute it, but such thoughts were faint. All my energy was in my dick. I undid my belt and fished my cock out, achingly hard. David delighted at that and bent over the same table we were supposed to take out, his plump ass in the air.

I didn't hesitate. My dick was glistening with enough precum that worked as decent enough lube as it inched its way inside of the tight, warm hole. His ass embraced my dick as though it were a lost love as I slowly pushed in until finally I hilted and found his cushy ass resting against my pelvis. For the longest moment we just stayed like that, connected in the deepest of ways, but then I felt that fire coiling in my belly and I began to thrust away.

It was no boast to say that I was reasonably well endowed, but David didn't seem to mind as my dick pillaged his tiny asshole, his moans of joy and breathless laughter urging me on. The ring of his ass, squeezing and teasing my shaft.

In and out, push and pull. The tight, muscular ass was a joy to have to myself, it was addicting and delighting as I sawed my way through. David leaned back, reaching for me and we kissed mid-thrust, throwing ourselves into each other.

"Do you love me Alan?" He asked, eyes half-closed, "don't you wish you could have this all the time?"

"Yes.."

"I'm better than Kate, aren't I?" His ass squeezed down so tightly on my dick that it almost took the wind from my lungs, "I'd be a better partner. Wouldn't it be better if I was the one you married?" He laughed a little again, clearly out of breath but with a content gleam in his eye, " I'd service you day and night Alan...I'd..oh, fuuuck, I'd ...ride this cock until I passed out. Fuuuck, Alan! Christ, you beautiful man, don't you love me more than Kate?"

I was utterly lost to sanity, and without thinking I grunted out a loud "Yes!" I was slamming away into him like a madman now, "I wish ...you were my wife, I fucking...love you David!"

"Give it to me, fill me up!" he cried, pushing himself back against me as close as he could, "you put a baby into that bitch now do it to me! Alan fuuuuck!"

Those words, those mad words did the trick and with one last growl I did as he wished, unloading several sprays of my seed deep into David's asshole.

I was unsteady on my feet, and staggered back, seeing stars and breathing heavily. As the head of my cock plopped out of David's asshole a small stream of cum followed it, but the other man reached back and pressed a hand over his ass, as if to keep it all inside.

"Wow boys, what a fucking show,"

We both turned to see Amy, standing there with her phone out and filming the whole thing with a malevolent grin on her face. "That was fucking hot guys, thanks."

"Amy..." fear unlike anything else crept into my heart then. "Amy, please delete that right now."

She rose a brow. "Why on earth would I do that? I'm going to enjoy this later tonight."

I swallowed uneasily. "Please Amy, this will fucking destroy my life..."

"Yeah it would," she looked me dead in the eye. "Your whole family would hate you, Kate would leave you...you'd be fucked. Even more fucked than Davey here..." her expression softened microscopically, "but only if I showed it to someone else. Right now I think I'll be content to keep it to myself."

"Why the fuck are you doing this?" I couldn't suppress my rage, feeling it was better to be angry than scared. "What did I ever do to you?"

Amy's face went stone cold, her expression dead eyed. "Alan, I know you. You try to play at the nice guy, but really you're an animal. You wanna go out and take whatever you want. I know because I'm the same," she closed the gap between us. "I just want you to be who you are and not play act this little wholesome routine you've got going on."

"You..." I breathed unsteadily, " You don't know shit."

"Keep lying to yourself Alan," she held up the phone. "But I have proof." She broke eye contact long enough to gesture to David. "Now, get lover boy off the table and bring it outside, we don't have all day to wait on you."

I grunted, die up my pants and with David's help folded the table up. Putting under one arm I carried it outside and set it up with everything else.

My phone pinged to life. Absently I looked down to open the message and felt my blood run cold. It was from Amy, the video of me fucking David.

"Just thought you might like to think about this tonight when you fuck your new wife."