Wedding Flash Fic
So, The Small But Might MM Romance Group (on facebook) held a Wedding Flash Fic event for March/April, and I chose the following prompt: "You know I have a twin, right?"
It was Janice W.'s suggestion and I just couldn't resist. I love the idea of twins, and I have a dirty mind, so the short story below is what I came up with. 1246 words.
I shall call it,
THE LINGERING SCENT OF SEMEN.
Fuck. I overslept. Jake was gonna kill me.
I mean, it wasn’t completely awful. I was like the third best man. Fourth? Who even knew?
My childhood best friend and professional soccer player, Jake, was marrying his teammate, Landon, in - I felt around for my watch - less than an hour.
It wasn’t so bad, just a ten minute walk to the beach.
It was an unconventional ceremony to say the least. No bridesmaids. The wedding party was a sausage fest and that happened to be my favorite kind of meat.
What I had seen of the guests at all the pre-wedding cocktail receptions and rehearsals had certainly kept my cock hard all week. These were certainly memories to last me a lifetime, let alone the grooms.
My choice of bedmate last night had apparently already left. His sweet hole was fucked into oblivion. Jake and Landon had some athletic friends with fucking tight-ass bodies. And the goddamn endurance. My dick was hardening again just at the thought of his quivering hole. His shaky voice asking me to pound him, the sweat dripping off his brow, the way he threw his head back when I’d hit that spot.
Three times for me in one night was a record, but Cale. Four times. I’d have to find him again. My dick’s Magic 8-Ball powers were pointing to ‘yes.’
I wouldn’t have time for a shower, so a whore’s bath for me it was. I doubted the lingering scent of semen would even be noticed at this ceremony.
I grabbed my tux from the closet and a jockstrap from my suitcase and dashed into the bathroom. I needed to brush my teeth and double check that I didn’t have cum lingering in my beard.
It wasn’t just four loads. It was four geysers.
I’d have to tip the cleaning crew well. My room was not pretty right now, but they must be used to it. I mean, come on, it’s a gay resort, in Hawaii. I was certain fans of Jackson Pollock would delight in the results of a black light test in these rooms.
In less than ten minutes, I was in the elevator, heading down. The groomsmen - all, like, twelve of us - were supposed to gather in a building just off the beach. I’m sure everyone was tittering over Jake and Landon. I had already answered Jake’s angry texts, telling him I was on the way. I lied and said I had a wardrobe malfunction. He asked if that meant I was still naked.
Me: 😆 Don’t want to pull focus from the grooms.
Jake: Seeing your dick would make a lot of people cry.
Oh Jake. He was a ball of laughs.
With half an hour to spare, I made it to the groom room. Rod pod? Pickle party?
I soon realized that we were kind of divided up by who we were better friends with. I knew I had entered Landon’s room almost immediately, so I made for the door at the far end, but my eye caught on some familiar blond curls.
Fucking yes. The gods were smiling upon me. It was Cale. Of course he was here for the wedding.
The two guys he was talking to halted their conversation to gawk at me, causing Cale to turn and sure enough, he broke into a wide smile when he saw me.
I had to hand it to him, the dude had balls. Not even a blush. Even after the way he slobbered all over my cock, begging me to breed him. His little whines when I went too hard, and the way he shamelessly fucked himself on my dick when I had to take a break from thrusting.
He turned away to continue talking to ogler number one.
Playing hard to get, I see.
I walked up behind him, getting real close - like dick pressing into cheek close. I was gonna give the guys a show. If he didn’t want to ride again, their lips certainly looked prime to swallow tonight’s loads. I leaned in, my chest making contact with his back. I watched him shiver as my breath ghosted his ear.
I whispered loud enough for the other two to hear. “I hope you still have my loads inside you.”
He froze. The other guys froze. Then he slowly turned, smiled, and while shaking his head, said. “You know I have a twin, right?”
What? No. No, I did not know that.
“Twin? So, uh…you’re not Cale.”
He shook his head again. I could see the other two staring, trying to hold back laughter.
“Nope, name’s Cole, and I kind of feel at a disadvantage too because one, I don’t know your name, and two, you’ve seen what I look like naked.”
I had to laugh. “Finn. I’m…uh…Jake’s bestie.”
“I’m surprised…I haven’t seen you before. Landon and I went to the same summer camp for years. He liked soccer. I liked swimming.”
I recovered quickly. “I’m guessing you still like it with a body like that. And now that you know my name, if you want to remedy the other part of that, call me. My body looks great naked.”
I gave him my business card. A bit tacky, but to the point. Guys were usually turned on by my career as a massage therapist. And while I was the consummate professional, I knew my way around a muscular body.
I cheekily added, “Maybe your brother could help show you around. He’s pretty familiar with it.”
“I’ll have to ask him if you’re worth it.”
“Go ahead, but I’m confident in the results of my treatment. I haven’t heard a lot of those sounds before.”
I could practically see the gears in his head turning. He was intrigued.
“I’ll be in touch.”
Fuck yeah you will.
I made my exit, stopping to take a swig from an open bottle of whiskey by the door, before entering the other room. I was promptly met by Jake.
“Here you fucking are. What took so long?”
A familiar voice answered for me. “Apparently, he was flirting with my brother.”
I turned to see…Cale…holding his phone.
That was quick.
“Jesus, Finn. How many holes has that thing been in this week? You’re like the Johnny Appleseed of cum, for fuck’s sake.”
Jake threw his hands up and turned back to the mirror to fuss with his hair.
Cale approached me. “Yes.”
“I do still have your loads inside of me,” he whispered. “And I’ve convinced Cole to let you fuck him tonight. I told him you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, so you better have a lot more cum in that beast."
I had no verbal response. My dick was rock hard and would’ve been completely visible to everyone in the room had Cale not been pressed against it. I regained enough composure to answer, “Plenty. So, how do you know Jake?”
“Funnily enough. We met at summer camp ten years ago. I took Jake’s virginity the same night Cale took Landon’s. They didn’t know we were twins. They were just as confused as you, but we had more fun with it at first. You know…swapping.”
My eyes widened at the thought of those past scenes. I could feel myself leaking in my jock.
“Our record for one night was seven loads between the two of us. I told Cole I think we can break that tonight with you. If you’re up for it.” He squeezed my crotch…hard. “Hmm…seems like you are.”
From the mind of Finn Dixon, but most likely a repeat of what you can find on facebook.