Stag Night
Out of the blue I had a phone call from a long time friend, John. I had virtually lost touch with him after we had graduated and he went to work in Seattle while I became a math teacher in a high school in San Francisco.
‘Hi! Mike, how’s things with you?’ John asked; his voice full of enthusiasm.
‘Long time no see,’ was my stock phrase reply. ‘This is an honor! How come you are calling me after such a long time?’
‘Good news. Well good news for me – I’m getting married!’ John said as though no one since the dawn of time had ever made such a bold step.
‘Well congratulations,’ I replied. ‘Who’s the lucky girl?’
‘Becky... but you would not know her... we work in the same office and have been going out for over a year and have decided to tie the knot. How about you? Is there a man in your life?’
John was well aware that I was gay and it was something that never caused any problem between us. Least way not for John He was a straight as a die and that was a problem for me as I would have given anything to have had him for a lover.
‘Good to know,’ I replied sounding as happy as possible given the circumstances. I hated her – she had got what I had been longing for lucky bitch!
‘I want you to come to my stag night on Friday week... Are you free?’
‘I guess so, thanks I would love to come,’ I said.
‘Great and Mike, I would like you to stop over for the ceremony the next day too. No need to book a hotel I have a friend who can put you up for the night. I think you will like him.’
As we completed the arrangements for my trip I did not question him about the friend that he thought I would like and wondered whether ‘like’ carried more than a simple meaning. I guess I would have to wait to find the answer to that one.
The appointed day duly arrived and I made my way to the venue for the party. It was being held in a private room in a hotel and for me the evening proved to be rather dull. I did not know any of John’s friends and although he did introduce me to a number of them they all seemed far more interested in outdoing one another in the drinks stakes than being friendly with an out of town stranger, which I was. To top it all, I gained the impression that the majority of John’s friends had cottoned on to the fact that I was gay. Things began to get noisy as more and more booze was consumed and someone had the bright idea of singing raunchy songs around the piano. John was quite an accomplished player and he provided the backing on the somewhat out of tune upright piano. As the drunken sing-song grew much louder, I noticed one of the guys had moved over to the corner of the room and had sat down looking as happy with the way the evening was going as was I. He caught my eye and smiled, so I walked over and sat next to him.
‘I guess you are Mike. I’m Chris and it is me that has been volunteered to put you up for the night.’
‘You are happy with that, I don’t want to impose?’ I said.
.No... no problem pal; it’s just that if I was on my own I would be slipping out the door as this rowdy party is not one to my taste.’
‘If you feel like leaving then I am all too ready to go along with you. This is not my kinda scene either.’ I said, pleased that there was the opportunity to escape.
‘OK, then let’s go,’ Chris said with a look of relief lighting his face. He led me to his blue Mazda town car in the parking lot behind the hotel and the lights blinked a welcome as he used the remote key to open the doors. I slipped into the passenger seat and was immediately struck by the “as new” feel of the car’s interior. It was a few years old but clearly its owner’s pride and joy as he kept it spotless inside. Chris had that clean, well groomed look of a guy who took pride in his appearance. He was about six feet tall at a guess with a swimmer’s build and blond Scandinavian looks with blue eye to complete the look. The contrast with my own Latin features was noticeable at a glance. I could trace my ancestry back to Spain, Italy and South America. Of a similar height and build as that of my new found friend my eyes were of the darkest brown and my hair like jet as it tumbled in waves to my collar. Our journey took us out of town to a community in the foothills of the mountains, maybe no more than six or seven miles but far enough to have a country feel that I as a city born guy could appreciate. We passed a number of smartly painted timber houses before pulling into the driveway of a neat white painted two storey house with a red tile roof.
‘Welcome to my humble home,’ Chris said as he ushered me through the door into a marble floored hallway. ‘This way, I’ll make us some coffee; I trust you would like one?’ he asked.
‘Sure that will be great,’ I said as I looked around and cast an appreciative eye over the clean lines of the surroundings. I watched Chris as he collected the items necessary for the coffee and at his instigation wandered through to the open plan sitting room and sat on the white leather couch. The room had a masculine look; the plain walls bore a couple of Hockney prints from the artist’s boy and swim pool series; the blue of the water in the prints providing the main color as a contrast to the white of the walls and furnishings.
‘There, that didn’t take long,’ Chris said as he placed a tray with the coffee on the occasional table standing in from of the couch. ‘How do you take yours? Sugar, cream?’ he asked.
‘Cream and no sugar, thanks,’ I replied as he poured my coffee into a mug. We sat in a comfortable silence as we sipped the hot, pungent coffee that ideally suited my taste. I felt completely relaxed wit this guy and he seemed comfortable in my presence.
‘So, what do you do?’ he asked.
‘I teach math in high school,’ I replied, ‘How about you?’
‘Me? Nothing quite so clever,’ Chris replied. ‘I am manager of a men’s clothing store. ‘I know enough about math to be able to keep a check on our till and stock,’ he continued with a laugh. ‘A degree in psychology enables me to cope with the temperamental ups and downs of the staff and difficult customers.
‘May be you can give me some tips as to how to deal with the mental processes of my hormonal teenage students then,’ I said jokingly. ‘This coffee’s good by the way.’
‘Thanks, I buy the beans and roast them myself; coffee is an art that requires a great deal of care if the final product in the cup is to be truly satisfying.’ I thought of my own efforts, ready ground from the supermarket and brewed in a jug. Maybe I should be more careful in future and treat myself to a sophisticated coffee machine for the purpose. All the time that I was chatting with Chris and admiring his chosen life style, I felt drawn to him in a way that I had never felt for anyone before. He was sexy in a quirky sort of way and if my gaydar was to be trusted, he like me was gay. He did not give me any ‘come on’ signals and I did not experience the feeling if lust that can overtake me on occasions. I was just happy to be in his company and had the impression that he enjoyed being with me although our acquaintance was so brief up until this point.
Chris showed me the bathroom and the spare bedroom I was to occupy. He asked what time I needed to be up in the morning and we said our goodnights. It had been a long day and I soon fell asleep in the comfort of a good bed. When I awoke the next morning, I thought I was at home and then realised that I was in a strange room. A tap on the door brought me to my senses and Chris stuck his head into the room and asked what I preferred for breakfast. He offered eggs, coffee or tea, toast or a bagel. I did not want to put him to any trouble and asked what he would normally have.
‘I like coffee and a bagel with Philly cheese,’ he replied.
‘That will suit me just fine,’ I replied as that was also one of my morning favourites. After a shave and a quick shower I joined him in the kitchen. John’s wedding was to take place at noon followed by a reception for invited guests of which Chris and I were two. The location for the ceremony was only about a half hour’s drive away so we would not have to rush before suitably attired we set off in Chris’ car to the country club. John’s future father in law was a wealthy businessman and he was sparing no expense to see his daughter off into wedded bliss. When I learned that daddy was also John’s boss I understood why he had finally decided to take the plunge and give up his freedom. He had said the he and Becky had worked together but had failed to mention the fact that Becky’s father owned the firm. Was this to give me the impression that he was in love and not just seeking the security a rich father in law had to offer I wondered.
As we sat and ate our breakfast, it struck me that Chris was different in some way this morning. ‘You seem troubled – got a hang over?’ I asked him.
‘No... No it’s not that. I am wondering whether I am wondering whether I am doing the right thing, he has asked me to be his best man,’ Chris replied.
‘All best men get last minute jitters,’ I said. ‘It wouldn’t be normal if you were not nervous, worrying that you won’t get your speech right, that kind of thing.’
‘No, it’s not that. I just wonder whether marriage is what John really wants.’
‘Come on he’s marrying the boss’s daughter. She beautiful and he will have financial security,’ I told him.
‘I know all that but there’s something you don’t know and I am not sure whether I should tell you about it.’
‘Is it something about John?’ I asked.
‘Yes but you must not let anyone know and for God’s sake don’t let John know I said anything about what I am going to tell you.’
‘OK.’ I said, ‘your secret’s safe with me.’
‘John and I have been making out together,’ Chris said.
‘You mean like you have been having sex together?’ I said in astonishment.
‘Yeah,’ he replied.
‘How long... I mean is it just a one off or has it been a regular sort of thing?’
‘It started about a year ago. We had been to a party and we both got very drunk. He came back here for the night and we ended up in bed together. He knew that I was gay and he wondered what I did with guys and he wanted me to show him. I sucked his cock; he sucked mine and one thing led to another.’
‘You mean you fucked each other?’
‘Yes. I expected him to regret it in the morning but he said nothing and neither did I. We showered separately had breakfast and he called a taxi to get home,’ Chris said. ‘A week later I was sat here alone and he came to visit. He said he wanted to make love to me again. I was concerned. I did not expect that from him. I was flattered and after some persuading I agreed. After that he came around sometimes a week or even a couple of weeks later – always the same thing. He would suck me off or I would do the same for him. Some nights he would want me to rim or fuck him but he would never sleep over. I have got a thing for him now... I guess I am in love with him and if he marries then I shall have lost him. I feel wretched...’
I could see that Chris was near to tears and I put an arm around his shoulder to comfort him. ‘He has decided to marry, I guess you will have to accept it and move on,’ I said. Chris drew nearer to me and I felt his lips on my cheek. It seemed strange that he should do that when he was so attached to John but he had admitted that their ‘affair’ was doubtless over with his marriage coming up and he was looking to me for solace. Chris was a guy that appealed to me in a big way and I was more than willing to step up to the mark and do whatever he wanted to ease his heartbreak. I felt a tingle like a jolt of electricity course through my body in anticipation of what might follow. However, I was cautious, not wishing to act in any way that could be a misinterpretation of what Chris’s kiss inferred.
My doubts were assuaged as he fumbled with the buttons on my shirt and laid it open so that his lips could traverse my face, neck and alight on my chest. I placed an approving hand on his head and encouraged his exploration of my nipples with his tongue and hot lips. His hand wandered toward my waist and his fingers slowly burrowed beneath the top of my pants easing the way for his hand to follow and seek my pulsing cock that already was leaking a small amount of pre-cum in my underwear. I sought his lips with my own and he forced his tongue into my mouth and rolled it over mine in a slippery dance of lust.
By now his hand had a firm grip on my erection and he jerked on it causing me to gasp with delight. ‘Where is this leading,’ I asked myself. We had to dress and make our way to the church for the wedding due to start at noon and could not afford to be late. I did not want to rush things with Chris as I like my love making to last, a quick wham-bam is not to my taste and certainly not when my companion is as handsome and as lusty as Chris was proving to be. ‘Can we continue this a little later?’ I asked; my throat dry and my voice hoarse in his ear.
‘God, yes I was forgetting the time!’ Chris exclaimed looking over my shoulder at the clock on the wall. ‘Come back here after the wedding, spend another night… please?’ I kissed him passionately and said, ‘Of course; I would like nothing better.’
To be continued.
Me thinks there is about the be a menage a trois. Maybe Mike's dreams will be fulfilled.........we can only hope. Can't wait to see what happens next.