Brad (a.k.a. Ford) and Brandon caught up with the other men, who had now moved from the locker room into the well-equipped gym, where some men were working out and others were working on each other. In an adjacent room, the mats covered the floor where men could wrestle and subdue each other.

From there, the tour continued on to the steam room. Brad, Red, Kenny, and Kyle had all been in the facility many times before, but for Jeremy and Brandon, seeing men sucking and fucking each other in a cloud of steam was a new experience. Uninhibited men also filled the showers, pool, sauna, and hot tub.

Over the entrance to another room, a skull and crossbones marked the BDSM chamber. Red and blue mood lights cast an eerie glow over the room. Slings, swings, and other devices hung from the ceiling. There were stocks, manacles, whips, chains, and an assortment of leather straps and clothing. A row of stiff-dicked men lined up to take their turns at another man swinging from a leather basket.

“I gotta take a leak,” cried Jeremy. Red led him to one corner of the room where half a dozen men were pissing all over another man chained to the floor. “Go ahead,” said Red. Jeremy giggled like a child as he swayed his dick back and forth, directing the warm yellow stream up and down the length of the man's shackled body. “In his mouth!” called one of the men. Jeremy raised a dubious eyebrow until Red nodded that it would be OK, and then he emptied the rest of his bladder into the man's open mouth.

In the video room, some men played with themselves as they watched dick flicks on the wall-to-wall screen while others fucked to the rhythms of the moans and groans emanating from the movie speakers. Red led the troupe up the stairs to long corridors lined with small rooms. More moans and groans escaped through the thin walls, some with doors closed, others with doors wide open. Some men lay on their beds stroking their cocks, openly inviting guests into their rooms. In many of the rooms and at the end of each corridor video monitors displayed more porn films.

Finally, after touring four floors of these rooms, the group came to the roof, where men exercised their hedonism in the open air.

“Well, Jeremy,” said Red. “This is it. Where would you like to start?”

Jeremy stumbled over to Brad, dropped to his knees, yanked the towel from around Brad's waist, and vacuumed his cock into his salivating mouth. At first, Brad tried to resist, but then he thought, hell, he's not marrying my sister any more, so why not? Brandon looked on jealously until Jeremy pulled him close and swallowed his swelling dick. Jeremy alternated between the two until at last he managed to stuff both cocks into his mouth at the same time. Then, he rotated through Red's, Kenny's, and Kyle's hoses. He looked up at Kyle, climbed up his hairy torso, and peered into his man-child eyes. “I'm ready, Kyle. I'm ready to get fucked...but...but...I want Brad to go first.” Then, he fell into Brad's arms. “Fuck me, Brad. Pop my cherry. Make love to me.”

“I can't do that, Jeremy. You know how much I care about you, and there is nothing more I would like than to make love to you, but you're drunk, Jeremy. I can't take advantage of you like this.”

“Yeah, I've been drinking, but I know what I'm doing, and I know what I want, and what I want is you, Brad. I want to get fucked. I want all of you to fuck me, but I want you to be my first. Please, Brad. Please love me.”

Kenny and Kyle led Jeremy to a padded table and laid him down on his back. Brad spread Jeremy's legs to expose his rosebud, which he kissed and licked tenderly before driving his tongue deep inside. “Oh, God, Brad! Oh, fuck! Holy shit! Oh! Ah! Ah! Aaaahhhh, DAMN!”

Red climbed up on the table, straddled Jeremy's neck, and stuffed his meat into Jeremy's mouth. Kenny and Kyle worked on his nips, and Brandon sucked on his cock. The tipsy cowboy was clearly outnumbered and completely overwhelmed. He was a slave to their attentions.

Once Brad decided that Jeremy was sufficiently primed, he grabbed one of the several bottles of lube lying around. He poured some on a finger and slid it up Jeremy's chute. Then, he oiled a second finger and a third and inched them up the ass. Meanwhile, Brandon lubed up Brad's cock, pinched his nipples, and practically sucked his tongue out of his mouth.

“OK, here it comes, buddy. Now, this is gonna hurt at first, but it'll get better, I promise. Brad eased his cock into Jeremy's virgin man-pussy. Jeremy screamed like bloody murder, but there were so many other hoots and hollers all around that hardly anyone paid any attention. Kyle and Kenny rubbed his chest to soothe his pain. Red pulled his dick out of Jeremy's mouth, but Jeremy pulled him back down and stuck his tongue up his ass, rimming a man for the first time in his life. As Brad pushed his rod deeper and deeper into Jeremy's love canal, Kyle bent over and sucked on Jeremy's cock. At the same time, Brandon moved around and sucked on Red's bouncing shaft.

“Oh, my God!” yelled Jeremy. “I can feel 'em. I can feel your balls against my ass.”

Sure enough, Brad had sunk his entire rod into Jeremy. Then, he paused to let the pain subside before sliding slowly in and out.

“Oh, yeah, Brad. That feels goooood. Oh, yeaaaahhh, baby. Fuck me. Fuck my sweet ass.”

Brad picked up the pace, stroking Jeremy's prostrate as he went.

“Oh, God! Damn! Fuck, man. What the fuck are you doin'? Holy shit! Oh! Ah! Aaahhh!”

Brad felt the juices rising from his nut sack, and Jeremy felt Brad's hose swell up inside of him. Jeremy's juices began to boil also. “Oh, God! I'm gonna cum!” As much as Kyle wanted to taste Jeremy's sweet nectar, he also wanted to see him shoot, so he pulled back and let nature run its course. With nothing touching his penis, Jeremy shot at least a dozen loads all the way up to Red's back--some of which dripped down Red's ass and onto Jeremy's chin. Kenny immediately began to lick the man pudding off of Red's back as Kyle seized Jeremy's cock and took the last five bolts in his eager mouth. Jeremy nearly jumped out of his skin. Just then, Brad released his barrage deep into Jeremy's guts. “Oh, God, Brad! I feel it. Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck!” Though heavily drained, he mustered every ounce of energy he had left to push aside everyone but Brad, whom he pulled down on top of him and kissed madly. He pulled Brad's buttocks closer, trying to squeeze the essence of the man deeper and deeper inside him. God, he felt so good. He wanted that man forever.

While Brad and Jeremy caught their breath, the other four men took turns sucking and fucking each other, but not enough to get off. They were saving themselves.

When he finally got his strength back, Jeremy grabbed Kyle's hand and pulled him close. “OK, stud. Your turn. Fuck my brains out.”

Kyle and Kenny helped Jeremy off the table and led him back downstairs to the BDSM room, where they strapped him into the leather sling with his legs spread wide and his ass up in the air. The others followed. Already oiled and coiled, Jeremy didn't need any more lube, so Kyle went straight to work. He did, however, take it easy inserting his cock. He wanted to please Jeremy, not hurt him. As Brad had done before, once he was fully inside, he waited for Jeremy to adjust before he began the in-and-out dance of nature. As he pumped, the other men worked over every erogenous zone on Jeremy's body. Kyle came first, the contractions of Jeremy’s ass muscles squeezing the dickens out of his tender prick and sending him into orbit.

In succession, each man took his turn initiating their new buddy into their tribe. Brandon was the last. When it came his turn, he whispered something into Brad's ear, and Brad nodded affirmatively. Then, once Brandon was fully ensconced in Jeremy's tunnel, Brad pressed his hot body up against Brandon's, spread his ass cheeks, and stuck his dick up his teenage cousin's already wet hole. Brandon pumped wildly, fucking Jeremy and getting fucked by Brad at the same time. The sensation was delirious, not only because he was getting two men at once, but because these were the two men he craved most in the whole world. Lust and love melded into one. After he came, he fell into Jeremy's arms, and Brad collapsed on top of him. All was right with the world. When Brad finally pulled out of Brandon and Brandon pulled out of Jeremy, a stranger approached Jeremy, knelt before him, and asked, “May I?”

“Knock yourself out,” replied Jeremy, and the man pressed his face against Jeremy's man hole and lapped up all the male juices that had been deposited there.

While Brandon, Brad, and Jeremy were making love, Kyle and Kenny imprisoned Red in the stocks. Kyle pounded his tight ass while Kenny fucked his face.

“We'd better get you home while you can still walk,” said Brad to Jeremy.

“Where's home?” asked Jeremy.

“Well, for now, it's my place.”

“That's nice,” drawled Jeremy, still tipsy and now thoroughly wiped out. “Thank you, buddy. Gotta get up in the mornin'. Goin' on my honeymoon.”

*******

Brad put Jeremy to bed and then, as he had done before, fell asleep on the bedroom floor.

In the middle of the night, Brad was awakened by the sounds of Jeremy stumbling to the bathroom. When Jeremy came out and saw Brad sitting on the floor, he threw himself on top of Brad.

“Fuck me again, Brad. Make love to me.”

Brad hoisted Jeremy to his feet and led him back to the bed. He leaned over to kiss the cowboy gently goodnight, but Jeremy grabbed him tightly and refused to let go. He forced his tongue between Brad’s lips and into his mouth. Brad tried to resist, but Jeremy wouldn’t let him go…or was Brad just not trying hard enough? He knew it was wrong, or was it? He really wanted this stud. He had wanted him from the moment he first laid eyes on him. Brad finally pulled back and stared longingly into Jeremy’s dreamy blue eyes. “Oh, what the fuck?” he relented, as he fell on top of Jeremy.

*******

Jeremy woke up Tuesday morning with a very achy head and an even sorer ass. Groggy as he was, he did recognize the lavender walls and erotic wall hangings this time. He stumbled over Brad to get to the bathroom, waking him in the process. While Jeremy tried to wash away his sins, Brad dragged himself to the kitchen to make some coffee.

Hardly a word was spoken as the two drank their coffee, but between sips, Jeremy hummed “Here Comes the Bride.” Finally, Brad placed a gentle hand on Jeremy’s arm.

“Have you figured out what you’re going to do, buddy?”

“Do? I’m going to go on my honeymoon.”

“Jeremy, you do recall what happened yesterday?”

“Yesterday? Oh, yeah. That asshole crashed my wedding, and Amy jilted me.” Then, with an awkward titter, he added, “And then I got my ass drilled, didn’t I? Ha ha. I guess you could say I got screwed all the way around. Ha ha.” Reaching out with both hands, he pulled Brad close and kissed him on the lips. Then, in a much gentler tone, he added, “Thank you, Brad. What you did last night was real sweet. I love you, buddy.”

“I love you too, Jeremy.”

Then, as if reality had suddenly struck back, Jeremy observed, “Not only did I lose my girl and my virginity, but I lost the $7,000 that I paid out for the honeymoon. Sucker!”

“Maybe not,” reflected Brad.

“Huh?”

“Well, you’ve paid for the flight and the hotel, why don’t you take the trip anyway? It could be good for you to get away...let the dust settle for a few days.”

“Sure, sweetheart. You wanna come with me? I can carry you over the threshold.”

“Actually, it would probably be better if you didn’t go alone, but I can’t get away right now. Is there anybody else you could take with you?”

Jeremy just stared off into the distance.

“I have an idea,” said Brad, dialing his phone.

“Brandon. Pack a bag. You’re going to the Bahamas.”

When Brad drove them to the airport, he gave Brandon some extra money to buy any additional things he would need when he got to the Bahamas. Then, he watched longingly as his cousin and his lover flew off together to paradise.