The Wedding Party

By JJ Massa

One

The place was a zoo. Ryan, the eventual groom, and his nineteen year old brother Scott were
arguing loudly downstairs about whether or not Scott would be welcome to stay the week. He was
to be an usher at the wedding, though not one of the groomsmen.

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Benjamin was just grateful to be included, and at first, he wasn’t even sure about that. He was the
youngest of the ‘official’ wedding party at twenty-two years old. Official in this case meaning he
was to be paired up with one of the bride’s attendants. Scott, no doubt, would wear a tuxedo and
be included in the photos.

Ben heard Ryan’s father enter the fray downstairs, along with Jason, Ryan’s business partner and
another groomsman. Finally, a smooth, musical voice cut through the din, Grier Tate, Ryan’s best
man. Grier was the benefactor of this little beach getaway. His wedding gift to Ryan and Leah was
to rent two houses on the beach, a block apart, for each contingent.

When Ryan had made introductions earlier, Ben couldn’t help but be impressed with his boss’s old
college roommate.

“’ello there.”

Ben jumped straight up. “Oh, god, you scared me, Mr. Grier!” He looked at the tall man in the
doorway. Burnished gold hair, bronzed skin, well built—Ben felt like a kid next to him.

“Hey! None of that! Call me Grier. Looks like we’re gonna be roomies,” he grinned stepping into
the room.

“Oh.” Ben was surprised. “I thought you were bunking with Ryan?”

“No, it looks like his little brother will be staying with him. Jason’ll be bunking with Ryan’s dad.”
The taller man tipped a wink at him. “I think I’ll enjoy rooming with you more. You don’t mind,
do you?”

“Oh, uh, no, of course not,” Ben stammered. “I’m sure it’ll be fine! You can have the bigger bed—
I was gonna give it to Jason, anyway. You’re both bigger and taller than me.”

He didn’t know why he was so confused, or why Grier thought staying with him would be more
fun than rooming with his longtime friend, but Ben smiled weakly. Something about the big man
made him feel odd—hot, tingly. He refused to consider it too closely.

“Well, thanks, Ben. That’s right nice of you, mate. You coming down to the beach?” Grier asked,
looking over his shoulder as he pulled off his shirt.

Ben’s mouth went dry at the banquet of burnished skin and sculpted muscle. He forced himself to
look away.

“Um, yeah,” he managed after a few swallows.

Oh, boy, was he in trouble or what?

***

Grier smiled smugly to himself as he dropped his sweaty polo shirt onto the bed. Yes, the bed was
bigger—plenty big enough for two, actually. Especially if the second of the two was the thin, pretty
young man fidgeting behind him.

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He’d always liked ‘em small. A little short, a little skinny, and real smart, that was a fair description
of Ben Greene. Well, fair enough if you also said soulful brown eyes and soft, straight mahogany
hair that was just a little too long. It had to be soft; it looked soft. Grier would find out before too
long.

It didn’t matter if the young man was gay. He had to at least be bisexual. Grier had a sixth sense
about these things. Even if he wasn’t, Ben was cute and interesting. Grier wanted to get to know
him better. He wanted the other man to

want to know him. Time to step up the attack.

“How about we hit the sand with a couple of coldie’s and trade tales about ol’ Ryan there, want
to?” he said casually, stripping off his jeans and kicking his boxers away.

A quick glance sideways told him that young Benjamin was indeed taking in the sights. “Um,
sure,” Ben croaked as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Grier pulled on his trunks, turning to watch Ben slip out of his jeans. Before he could stop himself,
he reached out, trailing two fingers along the white waistband of Ben’s briefs.

“You’re awfully pale there, mate. I’ll find some sunscreen and meet you out there. Can’t have you
roasting and burning, now can we?”

He couldn’t resist a squeeze of the other man’s hip, glancing at the front of Ben’s tightie whities on
the way to the door. Yep, that was a twitch along with a definite bulge. This was the beginning of a
promising week. Ryan had excellent taste in assistants. Grier imagined the young man was actually
useful around the office as well. Obviously Ryan was not the man to appreciate

all of Ben’s talents.

Grier was.

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Two

Boisterous was one word for the group of revelers on the beach situated halfway between both
houses. Grier was having a bang up time, laughing and teasing with Leah’s maid of honor and
gaggle of bride’s maids. He’d noticed early on that one of them, Rene, had set her sights on Ben
and was pursuing him like a starving jackal.

That would never do. Her attentions were making poor Ben a nervous wreck, Grier could tell.
Therefore, it was nothing less than a public service when he pulled the young man away from the
party.

“Come on back to the house with me, Benjy,” he ordered jovially, an arm wrapped around the
slight man’s shoulders. “Looks like we’re running low on beer. Can’t have that, now can we?”

“No, of course not,” Ben laughed, a little nervous perhaps, but relief clear on his face.

Grier gently massaged Ben’s neck, steering him toward the designated men’s house. “Looks like
that little sheila Rene has her heart set on taking you home to Mother. You know how weddings
affect some women,” he laughed.

“Oh yeah,” Ben agreed. He’d been drinking, though Grier had noticed that he’d been nursing each
beer slowly. Apparently, Ben knew his limits and stayed within them—a trait to be admired. “The
last thing I need right now, or maybe ever, is that.”

While Ben’s meaning was a little foggy, Grier could appreciate the sentiment. His hand dropped to
the small of Ben’s back, guiding him up the wooden steps. Ben stumbled, grabbed Grier’s bicep
briefly, and slipped through the door.

“You okay, there Benjy?” Grier asked, hurrying after him.

He found Ben leaning down into the refrigerator, reaching for a six pack of beer. “I’m fine,” Ben
called, his voice muffled by the machine.

The sight of that tight little derriere displayed invitingly in the white light of the icebox froze Grier
in his tracks.

“Let me give you a hand.” Grier wanted to give him more than that, moving in behind him,
pressing his rigid erection lightly into Ben’s left cheek.

Ben stumbled forward and Grier’s hand shot out, looping around his chest, his fingers resting
against a peaked male nipple. He felt Ben’s breath hitch under his palm, heart beating faster and
faster.

“How much beer do we need?” Ben managed, his voice thin and raspy—but he wasn’t pulling
away.

“Let’s just grab a couple six-packs each. That should give everyone two more beers. Sound okay
to you?” Grier asked, trailing his fingers across the hard nub to rest for a minute on the center of
Ben’s hairless chest before pulling completely away.

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“Um, uh, yeah. That sounds just fine,” Ben squeaked, squatting and taking out the beer.

***

Ben hoped he’d been nonchalant enough…god, he hoped he had. He wasn’t exactly sure what
Grier was playing at, but he had a pretty good idea. The question now was, did he want to
participate?

He was reasonably sure that he wouldn’t be expected to fall into bed with this veritable stranger.
Grier was just throwing out an invitation, that was all.

Heart pounding and head spinning, Ben picked up his two six packs and followed Grier out. He
certainly had plenty to think about.

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Three

Ben tried not to fidget as the old gentleman knelt at his feet, holding a red measuring tape at the vee
of his crotch—the other end of the tape stretched down to his ankle. He repeated the process in the
other direction before jotting something on the little pad next to him. Once more, the man measured
from his crotch down, though this time to the floor, doing it a second time in reverse and then
duplicating his actions on the other leg.

It seemed to go on forever and Ben was both uncomfortable and embarrassed. “Don’t worry
Benjy,” came a soft voice in front of him, bringing his head up. “After they do it the first time, they
always have your measurements. You won’t have to go through this again. And you’ll never have
a better fitting suit, I promise.” Grier’s hazel eyes twinkled at him, creasing at the corners and
making Ben feel warm inside.

He really had been feeling pretty self-conscious about the old guy moving his ‘family jewels’
around all over the place, but sure he was just being juvenile. He was a bit discomfited that Grier
could see through him so effortlessly.

Red faced, he smiled back at Grier. “I guess it’s kind of silly, huh? It’s just that I’ve never had
measurements like this taken, and it’s kind of personal.” He leaned forward just a bit, to whisper
conspiratorially, “I don’t even know that guy.”

Grier chuckled and put a hand on the back of Ben’s neck. “Next time, I’ll do the measurements,
how about?”

Ben knew his face was flaming scarlet, though there was nothing he could really do about that.
This was only one of a series of small, casual touches from the larger man, not much when
considered separately, but combining to ratchet up the sexual tension between the two of them.

Young and unsophisticated maybe, Ben knew that he was the target of a deliberate seduction. After
careful consideration, he’d decided to be seduced. Now all he had to do was figure out how to
convey that information without making a fool of himself.

***

Grier could almost tell the exact minute that Ben made his decision. It was all he could do to keep
from grinning smugly. He gave Ben’s thin shoulder a squeeze and stepped back.

The measurements were almost done. No doubt Ben would look very nice in his gray and black
tuxedo—they all would. Right now, Grier was more interested in how the other man would look
out of it.

They’d been in each other’s pocket for more than twenty-four hours. Time was short overall. Grier
decided he would make his move tonight. It wasn’t like there was a lot of mystery here about who
wanted what.

It was possible that he would be Ben’s first male lover, of course. That would enhance the
experience for both of them Grier was sure. He liked Ben, and hoped that once wouldn’t be
enough. He had every intention of making sure that was the case.

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Three

The television was on somewhere in the house when Ben left the bathroom that adjoined with the
other guest bedroom. He’d gone swimming with Scott and Jason while Ryan and Grier had opted
for a little bit of college-buddy time. The water had been warm and wonderful—very refreshing.

Wrapped in a fluffy bath sheet, Ben was toweling off his hair and didn’t hear the door open. A
hard body pressed against his back and two strong hands covering his own let him know that Grier
was back.

“Let me take care of you,” Grier murmured, his long fingers massaging Ben’s scalp through the
towel.

Ben’s knees felt so weak that he could barely stand. It was going to happen. Now. Though it had
only been a day and a half, it felt like so much longer. He and Grier were going to…do what?
Make love? Have sex? He didn’t know. But whatever it was, they were going to do it.

“Yes,” Ben answered, voice husky and cracking. He felt himself growing hard under the bath
sheet, even though he was so nervous his knees were knocking.

With one hand, Grier pulled the top sheet and comforter back on the bed, easing Ben down
carefully, as if he were made of the finest crystal.

“Let’s have the moonlight, shall we?” Grier murmured, pulling open the curtains before turning out
the overhead light.

Ben guessed Grier had locked the door upon entering the room. Right now, watching the larger
man slip out of his clothes, he didn’t care if people were lined up around the bed taking notes.

Feeling a little awkward, Ben’s eyes remained fixed on Grier as he sat down beside him on the
bed. “This is my first time,” Ben admitted, hoping it didn’t matter.

“It’s going to be fan

tastic, Benjy, I promise you,” Grier assured him, leaning down to brush his

lips across Ben’s chin. “Lay back and let me take care of you.”

***

Grier bent over the nervous young man, stroking down his face, neck, and chest with two fingers.
Ben’s chest was so smooth and soft, Grier knew he could spend hours just tasting him, suckling
lightly at his throat, down to his collarbone and over to his nipple.

He licked the little nub delicately and then kissed his way down to Ben’s abdomen, following the
thin arrow of brown fuzz down to his bellybutton. Nipping and kissing his way back up and then
down again, Grier felt Ben’s breathing increase, could smell the light scent of arousal on the
younger man’s skin.

Hands slipped and clutched at his back when Grier began to tongue Ben’s navel. He was hard,

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trying to buck and slide his hard cock against Grier, whimpering when Grier moved away. This
would not be over quickly—Grier was going to make it last.

Ben was like putty underneath him, letting Grier move him, spreading his legs so that he could lick
his balls, taste his arousal. Grier stroked Ben’s eager cock, sucking the smooth sack below it into
his mouth as the erect member leaked precome onto his cheek.

Pumping faster and a little faster, Grier felt Ben edge closer and closer to release. When the
younger man seemed about to come, Grier squeezed tightly at the base of Ben’s cock, dragging a
moan from him.

“So sweet,” Grier murmured, shifting up to brush his lips across Ben’s. Once, twice, and then
licking his lower lip, letting his tongue inch forward over Ben’s warm and willing tongue.

Pulling back for a breath, Grier reached over to the night table where he’d left a small bottle of
lube. He flicked the lid open and pushed one of Ben’s legs up, opening him somewhat.

Slicking his fingers, he crawled over Ben, leaning down to kiss him again as he began to rub the
slippery oil into his lover’s tiny hole. More oil and he slid his index finger deep, drawing another
whimper and moan from Ben who parted his legs wide and pushed down onto the probing finger.

“Please,” Ben whispered, groaning even louder when Grier slid a second finger into the tight grip
of his hole.

“So sweet, so tight luv,” Grier murmured, adding more oil as he began to pump his fingers in and
out, scissoring them at the same time.

“Yes!” Ben shouted signaling that Grier had found his prostate. “Please, Grier, now, please,” Ben
panted, legs open wide, pressing hard onto Grier’s fingers.

“Yes, luv,” Grier agreed, turning him without removing his fingers. “it’ll be easier this way,” he
promised, quickly rolling an open condom on before lifting the bottle to slick his aching cock.

“Let me,” Ben croaked, resting on one elbow as he reached out for the lube.

Wordlessly, Grier poured a small puddle of slick into his cupped hand, still sliding his fingers in
and out of Ben’s opening.

Nearly insensible, Ben still managed to stroke Grier’s throbbing erection firm and fast as well as
rubbing his tightening sac before Grier put a stop to it, rolling him back over onto his stomach.

“Ready, Benjy?” Grier asked, his voice little more than a croak as he pulled his fingers out and
poised the blunt head of his cock at Ben’s twitching entrance.

“Yes. Now, please,” Ben choked, trying to push backward.

Slowly, slowly, Grier pushed in steadily, taking his time. Ben was far too eager and would have
impaled himself completely in one move if Grier hadn’t held tight to his hips.

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“We have time, luv,” Grier murmured, bending over him, kissing Ben on the back of the neck as he
hilted completely in the tight heat.

Ben hissed, no doubt reacting to the burning of being stretched so far all at once. Grier waited until
finally Ben began to push back and moan low, urging movement.

Grier began to thrust shallowly—in a little, out a little, until Ben began to rock urgently against
him. The tight heat, the perfect pressure was all so intense. Grier knew he wouldn’t last much
longer.

Still holding one of Ben’s hips, Grier slipped a hand under him, wrapping his fingers around
Ben’s leaking cock. Holding tightly, he began pumping the rigid tool as he continued to piston in
and out of Ben’s clamping hole, kissing and nipping at his shoulders as he did.

“Oh, god! Grier!” Ben shouted falling forward as his body tightened around Grier’s jerking cock.
His cries devolved into incoherent mumbling as he began to climax, warm ropes of come spilling
over Grier’s knuckles.

Grier slid his hand up from Ben’s hip to tangle in his hair, pulling his head up and covering it in a
bruising kiss as he came, buried deep inside the smaller man. He rocked in and out of Ben’s tight
heat, milking out his orgasm before collapsing. Somehow he managed to avoid crushing Ben and
continue the breath-stealing kiss—though he did manage to ease back enough to turn the kiss into
something more gentle.

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Four

Ben lay awake in the weak morning light, eyes half open though not really looking at anything. He
knew that Grier was awake as well. It would be hard to miss given the way that the larger man was
stroking through his hair and down his back.

Neither seemed to want to break the silence, though Ben knew he would soon. He didn’t know the
etiquette of waking up in the arms of his boss’s best guy friend…or female friend in point of fact.

Maybe it didn’t matter either way. All he knew without a doubt was that he felt emotional. He
really needed to know what was going on in Grier’s mind. Maybe this would pass. He’d had sex
before, with women friends. It hadn’t ever been anything special. In general, it never seemed all
that special to the women either.

Shifting against Grier’s broad chest, Ben tilted his head back so he could look up at the other man.
Grier smiled at him, reaching down to cup his face, tracing his lips with one finger.

“Good morning, luv,” the big man rumbled, pulling Ben into a long, slow kiss.

By the time that Grier moved away, all Ben could do was blink slowly and try to remember what
the other man had said to him.

“Oh, yeah,” he smiled crookedly. “Um, good morning.”

Grier’s chuckle vibrated through Ben setting off sparks of desire all through him. “Sounds sappy I
know,” Grier began, leaning down to kiss Ben’s nose. “All I want to do is lay here and cuddle
you.”

Ben felt something loosen inside. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who felt emotional.

“I really can’t complain about that,” Ben mumbled. “I, uh, like laying here and being cuddled by
you. That sounds really…girly, doesn’t it?”

“Well, as it’s just us and we’re in total agreement, what difference does it make how it sounds?”

“Doesn’t…” Ben sighed, trying to find a way to bring up what was on his mind.

“Benjy?” Grier sounded a little pensive and Ben didn’t know what to make of it. He looked up,
caught in Grier’s warm hazel gaze. “Let’s not talk about this yet. Just be with me, hmmm?”

“O-okay,” Ben agreed, even more unsure now. “This is all pretty new to me anyhow. I don’t know
what I

would say…” he shrugged.

Grier leveled an unfathomable look at Ben and began stroking his hair again. “What say we get a
little more sleep? Maybe when we wake up, I’ll show you some more new stuff.”

“Sounds good,” Ben yawned, snuggling in. The rhythmic stroking was lulling him to sleep again,

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and anyway, he was lucky to be avoiding a very serious conversation that he knew he wasn’t ready
for. Yes, for sure sleep was just the ticket.

***

Grier let the silky strands of Ben’s hair slip through his fingers like cool sand on a predawn beach.

To the casual observer, he was sure he would look content, sated, and relaxed. He was all of those
things, but only because he refused to face the facts of the situation head on.

He had never had a sexual experience rock him to his foundations like had happened with Ben.
He’d had plenty of sex with both men and women. He’d even had sex with people he cared a great
deal about. Hell, he’d even enjoyed sex with significant lovers before, during and after weddings.

There was no getting around it. Ben was special. What was he supposed to do about that? The
entire situation was only compounded by the fact that he was due back in Brisbane on Monday and
that Ben was his best friend’s personal assistant. No doubt Ryan had him under contract.
Friendship was one thing, but business was business. Ryan wouldn’t let Ben out of a contract
easily. And that was assuming that Ben wanted out of contract. What if, while Grier was losing his
heart, Ben was simply losing his virginity?

Grier pulled Ben more firmly against him, pressing a kiss against the sleek satin hair at his crown.
He didn’t want to think too deeply right now—just wanted to enjoy the moment. Later was soon
enough.

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Five

Grier stood off to the side of the small dance floor, laughing as Jason spun Leah past them. Ryan,
now as happily a married man as one could be two hours after the event, clapped Grier on the
shoulder before heading across the floor after his laughing wife and business partner.

The ever-eager Rene had draped herself across Ben and wasn’t taking

no for an answer. Grier had

every intention of rescuing him soon. Not just yet. First, he needed to scope out a few potential
private places for them, and while he was at it, decide just what to say to Ben.

With a shake of his head, Grier snatched a glass of champagne off of a passing tray. He wasn’t
about to secret Ben into some nook or cubby and try to sex him into falling in with his plans. This
was far too important. Ben was too important.

He wasn’t really enjoying the desperate Rene draped all over Ben, however. Grier narrowed his
eyes at the two of them. Maybe it was time for him to go over there and do something about that.
No, he’d give it a few more minutes so that the wide-eyed and panicking Ben would be especially
grateful. After all, he was pretty sure he’d win if she challenged him. He got to his feet. On the
other hand, sometimes women played dirty…

***

The wedding had gone very smoothly. Ryan and Leah meeting at the front of the church, next
Grier and Rene, Jason and Elle, and then Ben moving up the isle next to June. Not that Ben had
been all that aware. He was as nervous as he could ever remember being. Grier had been like a
planet in the same solar system: orbiting along the same path but a few light years away.

Ben was extremely aware of the time left to them. He’d reveled in every kiss, cuddle, fondle and
grope since he and Grier had first had sex three days ago. The older man had promised to show
him more ‘new stuff’ and had been as good as his promise.

Standing on the shore in the cooling twilight, Ben considered his situation. He and Grier had yet to
talk about their feelings. Was it even proper for guys to do that? Ben snorted at himself. Why
wouldn’t it be proper? Guys felt after all. He felt. And Grier treated him…treated him like he
mattered.

A noise from off to the right got his attention and Ben started, turning toward it. It was Grier. The
look in his eyes took Ben’s breath away. Hunger, passion, hot and deep—just for him.

Neither man spoke as Grier moved up to him. Ben felt his eyes go as round as saucers when the
larger man dropped to his knees in front of him. Not giving him time to even think, Grier tugged
Ben’s swim shorts down and leaned forward, rubbing his stubbly cheek against Ben’s half-hard
cock, bringing it to aching firmness instantly.

Ben squirmed against him, breath caught in his throat when Grier dipped down and sucked his
erection into his hot mouth. Clutching his lover’s shoulders, Ben’s hips shot forward. His ankles
hobbled by his swim shorts, Ben could only stand in place and let Grier have his way.

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Grier’s hot tongue worked the thick vein along the front of Ben’s shaft while a saliva-slick finger
burrowed between his cheeks. Moaning, Ben leaned forward, opening himself as much as he could
so that thick finger could slide into him. He panted heavily, wanting to spread his legs but trapped,
bucking shallowly back and forth between Grier’s finger and his mouth.

There was no way he would last when Grier began teasing his slit with his tongue while stroking
his prostate, in and out. “Come for me, Ben,” Grier grated, sucking his cock deep inside again.

The words, Grier’s mouth and hands, the cool night air and the muted laugher from the house—all
of it combined to overwhelm Ben, bringing him to the brink and over.

His hands clamped tight on Grier’s shoulders, hips rocking back into that probing finger as his
balls tightened and released, emptying himself into the other man’s mouth. Stars flashed behind his
eyes and Ben fought to stay upright. Without removing his finger, Grier stood, pulling Ben solidly
against him.

“Grier?” Ben murmured, turning around to kiss him, cling to him.

“Don’t leave off after this is over, Benjy…” Grier’s voice was low and hoarse.

“I-I’m not going anywhere, Grier. You’re going back to Australia,” Ben countered.

“Come with me. Come for a week,” Grier blurted, shocking Ben to his toes. “I’ll come here for a
week next month. We can work out some sort of exchange program.”

“Um, I’m sorry.” He looked down at the sand. “I just didn’t really know how things were

supposed to go, you know?”

Grier tipped his chin up with two fingers. “They’re supposed to go the way we want, Benjy,” he
smiled, slipping an arm around Ben’s waist.

“And you really want me?”

“I wanted you from the first, Ben,” Grier chuckled, shaking his head. “You know that.”

“I just didn’t know you meant for real.” Ben couldn’t keep the awe out of his voice. He really had
thought that Grier wanted a little fling or something. “I thought I was being all sophisticated.”

“Is that so?” Grier rumbled. “Well, I like just as you are—very real and not necessarily
sophisticated.”

“Ryan’s going to be mad,” Ben breathed a bit fearfully. “I’m under contract, you know.”

“Ryan will be fine,” Grier promised, holding him tighter. “Do you want to try, Ben?”

Ben looked up at Grier, obviously thinking. “I do. Yes, I do,” he said finally, causing the clenching
fist around Grier’s heart to loosen.

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“You had me a little scared there,” the big man admitted.

“Really?” Ben chirped, a surprised smile on his face, quickly turning mischievous. “Of course I
want to be with you, Grier. And I can tell I’d better make it up to you for that little scare.”

Grier’s eyes had a decidedly evil glint to them in the gold light reflecting off the water. The finger
still nestled deep in Ben’s channel pressed a little deeper.

“Ahh!” Ben gasped. “Grier!” he yelped.

“I think,” Grier purred, sliding his finger in, out, and then in again, leaving Ben clinging to him,
cock hardening fast. “I think I’ll tease you a bit before I let you make it up to me.” His other hand
delivered a stinging slap to a still bare cheek. “Maybe you need a spanking.”

“Oh god,” Ben panted. “Whatever you want. Oh man…”

He buried his face against Grier’s broad chest, trying and failing to remember the timid young man
he was just a week ago. He’d come a long way from grateful to be included in the wedding party.
A very long way.

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The Wedding Party

Copyright © 2007 by JJ Massa

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