The Same Sex Wedding
 

 by: Hankster

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Bruce and Clark had been in a committed, monogamous relationship for six years.  One beautiful, sunny, spring morning, they were showering together, and then intended on having a light breakfast at a nearby coffee shop.  It was a Sunday, and breakfast was to be followed by a heavy dose of religion at their church.

Their church happened to be a Metropolitan Community Church, a gay church. The church parking lot was always crowded, but this morning there were no spaces at all.  Bruce and Clark were about to give it up, and go home.  They turned their car around, but less than a street away, someone pulled out of a parking spot, and Bruce, who was driving, grabbed it.

The loving couple met a friend entering the church, and they asked if he knew what was going on. 

“There have been dozens of commitment ceremonies in this church, and a few hetero weddings,” their friend said, “but today’s our first same sex wedding.  Don’t you guys ever read the church bulletin?  The wedding is going to precede the regular service.”

“Wow, that’s fantastic,” Clark said.  “We better get inside and find a seat.”

That morning the minister kept the wedding ceremony short and sweet.  Bruce and Clark clasped their hands together, and smiled at each other, throughout the proceedings.

The happy grooms were having their reception at a downtown hotel in Greenwich Village.  The minister announced that out of town guests, and anyone else invited to the reception, would find directions to the hotel on a table in the lobby.  He also let everyone know that the hotel provided valet parking.

The church quickly emptied out, and the regular service commenced.  After the service, Bruce and Clark headed for their favorite coffee shop to have Sunday brunch.  Every week they met several friends there, who either came from home or from different churches.

As soon as they got in their car, and put on their seat belts, Clark turned to Bruce, who was driving.  He was just pulling out of the parking spot they had the good fortune to nab earlier in the day.

“Let’s get married,” Clark announced.

“Why?” Bruce asked, completely surprised.  “Life is complicated enough.  We don’t have to complicate it further.”

“I’d like to have a wedding, just like straight guys do.  We deserve it,” Clark said in a very matter of fact tone of voice.  He made it sound like his mind was already made up.

“You realize,” Bruce lamented, “that our parents barely tolerate our life style and our partnership now.  They’ll never help with the wedding, and they probably won’t attend.  In fact, they might urge our other relatives to stay away.”

“It’s not for them, it’s for us,” Clark said.  “If the only attendees are our friends, so be it.  I’ll be happy enough.”

“It would be interesting to see just which of our relatives do show up,” Bruce laughed. They were nearing the restaurant, and Bruce said, “Let’s discuss this some more at home.”

At home they were having trouble with logistics.  Bruce decided that they should book the reception hall first, because the church would pretty near always be available.  Clark felt just the other way around.  He wanted to book the church first.  “There’s only one church,” he announced adamantly, “but there are plenty of places to make a party.”  They argued back and forth for over an hour, and decided to table the whole wedding idea until later. 

During dinner, Bruce took Clark’s hand and smiled seductively at him.  “Where would you like to go for our honeymoon?” he asked.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Paris,” Clark answered.  “Let’s do London and Paris.”

“No way!” Bruce sounded angry.  “We can’t afford that.  How about getting married in the winter, and going down to Miami?  I hear that South Beach is the place for gay men to swing.  Do you remember ‘The Bird Cage?’ ”

“That’s not special enough for a honeymoon,” Clark hissed petulantly.

They entered into another period of silence.  Finally Clark spoke.  “Should the reception have a theme?”

“Maybe,” Bruce finally smiled at his partner/fiancé.  “What did you have in mind?”

“How about a baseball theme?  We both played for that gay league, and it was great fun.”

“Maybe so, but ninety-five percent of our gay friends don’t know the difference between The Yankees and The Red Sox.  I think that’s a bad idea.  How about a Broadway motif?”

“That’s too stereotypical.  I can’t go for that.”  Clark was pouting now.

After dinner, they sat in their den, and watched television.  Neither spoke a word to the other until they were preparing for bed.  They both slept nude.  That way if the mood struck them, they were ready to make love. 

They were in their bathroom brushing their teeth, when Bruce grabbed his naked partner to him, and held him tight.

“What?” Clark asked.

“I know we haven’t agreed on anything about the wedding all night, but I love you, you know.  I love you a whole lot.”

“I know you do, dufus,” Clark said and he placed his lips on Bruce’s.

At first the kiss was like two feathers brushing against each other in the wind.  It didn’t take long, however, for their passions to take over.  Their tongues began to dual, and their hard cocks crushed against each other.  Bruce threw Clark down on their bed and pounced on him.  He took Clark’s pulsating cock into his hand, and started licking up and down the shaft.  Almost immediately, he felt Clark’s balls hardening and shrinking, so he took as much of the precious cock into him as he physically could.  Clark was about to shoot his load, and Bruce swore he could smell the blood which had engorged his lover’s cock. Clark came like a fire hose, and Bruce swallowed all that he had to offer.

After he regained his ability to breathe, Clark said, “Fuck me darling.  Please fuck me.”       

Bruce reached into his bedside table and removed a tube of lubricant.  He coated his cock generously, and shoved a glob up Clark’s hole.  “How do you want it tonight, sweetie?” Bruce asked.

“Any way you want,” Clark answered.  “As long as I can see your face when you cum.”

So Bruce fucked Clark in the missionary position.  When he shot his load high up Clark’s bowels, he began to cry, and that set Clark off too.  They wrapped themselves up together as tightly as they physically could, and fell asleep that way.

**********

In the end, they agreed to have their reception on a Saturday evening.  They would invite their pastor, and ask him to perform the marriage ceremony in the reception hall, before the dinner.  That eliminated the worry about whether the church would be available or not.  Obviously, there was nothing traditional about their wedding, so Bruce and Clark decided to get married in June, to add just a touch of traditionalism.

Then they booked the very hotel in which the couple, whose wedding they attended, had their reception.  The hotel had several appropriate rooms, so that was no problem.  They arranged for the printing of the invitations, flowers, a band, and tuxedo rentals, but a photographer/videographer was a problem.  Their first choice was booked for that night, so they engaged someone else.  They had nobody to attest to his work, but the pictures he showed them in his office were first rate.  They even agreed on, and booked a honeymoon to Arizona and The Grand Canyon.

They were pleased with themselves.  In spite of many barriers, they had successfully put everything in place.  Now they sat down at the kitchen table to prepare a wedding guest list.  Their families were obvious, whether they came or not.  After an hour of considering which friends to invite, they couldn’t agree on anyone.  Every time Clark mentioned a name, Bruce said that he couldn’t stand the guy.  Then when Bruce presented the name of a friend, Clark frowned.  After an hour of considering their friends, they couldn’t agree on anyone.  If their families declined their invitations, they wouldn’t have anyone at the wedding.  They decided to cool off, and resume considerations the next day.

As usual, they refused to go to bed angry with each other.  In spite of their differences, they made love that night, passionately and sensuously.  Even though the wedding was putting a strain on their relationship, their love was surmounting all the conflict.

Once again, the next evening, they compromised, and began to work more harmoniously.  They had contracted for seventy-five guests with the hotel.  They foolishly assumed that neither of their families would come, and set a goal of inviting seventy-five friends.  They stopped vetoing each other, and started with their closest friends, even if one of them didn’t like him.  Then they added people to the list whom they worked with, and finally, they completed the list with more casual friends.

The biggest shock came when both sets of parents accepted the invitation. 

“Will happily attend,” Bruce’s parents wrote on the RSVP. 

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Clark’s parents penned. 

The two bridegrooms cried tears of joy all night.  Bruce asked his father to give him away, and Clark asked his father to perform the same duty.  They both accepted.  Bruce had one sister.  She was married and had a seven year old daughter.  She and her family accepted, and Bruce called her to ask if little Marcie would be their flower girl.  His sister didn’t hesitate to accept. Then he asked her to be the matron-of-honor, and asked if her husband would be his best man.  She accepted with tears.

Clark’s only brother was also married.  He had six year old twin boys.  When he accepted for his family, Clark called to ask if the boys would be ring bearers.  Each boy would carry a separate ring.  Then he asked his brother to be his best man.  Clark’s brother accepted, and began to cry.

Both men had invited a few aunts, uncles, and first cousins.  Much to their dismay, they all accepted.  Some only accepted out of curiosity, but the grooms didn’t care.  The problem was that they invited more than seventy-five people, and the room could not hold more, if they were not to violate the fire laws.  Fortunately, they received a number of “regrets,” and the final count was seventy-one guests.

Every RSVP was received before there were two weeks left until the wedding day.  Now they labored long and hard over seating arrangements.  Half the gay guests hated each other, and couldn’t be seated at the same table.  Bruce’s mother hadn’t spoken to her sister in several years, and Clark learned just days ago, that his parents had separated acrimoniously.

After hours of hard labor, Bruce decided that love and hate were not their problem.  They made a seating arrangement that made sense, and if their guests didn’t like it, they could leave.  At that point (after the ceremony) they didn’t care.  As it turned out many people were unhappy with the seating arrangements, but they didn’t want to make a scene and stayed the course.

Bruce and Clark thought that they could relax for the two weeks before the wedding, since everything was arranged for.  Alas, it was not to be.  The day before the wedding, they went to pick up their rented tuxedos.  Clark’s jacket, if let out, might fit his ring bearer.  Bruce’s trousers were at least three inches too short.  The proprietor said he would have everything corrected and ready for them in three hours.  When they returned, they had no time to try the tuxedoes on, and prayed that everything was properly altered.

When they got home, there was a message from the photographer.  He had contracted the flu, but not to worry.  His assistant would handle everything.  Bruce and Clark were beginning to regret their decision to marry.  Everything was going wrong.

Finally the big day came.  The tuxedoes fit, and the assistant photographer appeared to be doing a great job.  Before the dinner, their pastor performed a beautiful ceremony in a small chapel provided by the hotel.  Bruce and Clark had written their own vows, and when they read them, there wasn’t a dry eye in the chapel.

After the ceremony, the band began to play as the guests entered the dining room.  The tables were supposed to be pre-set with the appetizer.  Bruce gasped.  They had contracted for shrimp cocktail, but each place setting had a fruit cup.  He ran to find the banquet manager, who told Bruce that not an hour ago, he had been informed that the shrimp was tainted, and had to be recalled.  Bruce wondered if anything else could go wrong.  Nothing did.  After that everything went according to plan, and everyone had a good time at the reception.

**********

The next morning, the grooms boarded a plane to Phoenix, AZ.  When they arrived, they took a cab to a designated hotel.  They entered the hotel lobby and saw a table set up with a banner which had the name of their tour company.  They were greeted by a handsome man and a beautiful woman, who gave them their room assignments, and told them to meet here in the lobby for dinner at 6 PM.  They would be introduced to their tour director and bus driver, and meet their fellow tourists.  They also suggested that the two men freshen up after their long flight.  A young bellhop appeared out of nowhere, and took their luggage to their room. Of course, they tipped the lad, but Clark groaned.  “When we booked this trip, they told us that our luggage would be handled by the tour company employees, and that all gratuities were included.  I intend to complain when we get home.”

“Maybe once we’re all together, everything will be taken care of.  Let’s wait and see,” Bruce said.  Since everything else had gone wrong, he had no reason to believe that the tour would go well.  It didn’t.

They undressed rapidly, and showered together.  Then they hopped into bed and played a wicked game of sixty-nine.  That’s all they had time for.  Anal sex would have to wait until they went to bed.

They went to the lobby, and the tour director introduced himself.  “I’m James Cochran,” he said, and immediately let them know that he was doing this for the summer only.  He was attending a seminary, and intended on becoming a Baptist minister.  The two grooms groaned. 

Bruce was two years older than Clark, and he thought fast.  “Clark’s my half-brother,” he explained.  My father was killed by a truck on his way to the hospital as I was being born.  My mother remarried a year later, so that’s why we have different names.”  As secretly as they could they removed their wedding rings.

James seemed to know all the other guests as they arrived, and they seemed to know each other.   There were twenty-two other people, all coupled.  They and the grooms made up a bus load of twenty-four.  It turned out that the other eleven couples were all Baptist ministers and their wives.  The tour had been arranged by their church, and there was room for two more people.  Unfortunately, the church could not fill the quota, and the tour company completed the quorum by squeezing in Bruce and Clark.

Bruce and Clark panicked, but their fellow travelers were all very jovial, and welcoming.  They seemed to buy the story that they were brothers, and they relaxed a little.

During the dinner, James told them that they could have a leisurely breakfast in the morning, but to meet in the lobby after breakfast at 9 AM.  They would be given a bus tour of the city all morning, and they were free the rest of the day and evening to do as they pleased.  They could come back to the hotel for dinner or eat out.  That was up to them. 

The morning after that, they were to leave their luggage outside their doors, and tour personnel would load them on the bus.  The grooms looked at each other and smiled.  They were instructed to meet at 6:30 AM for breakfast.  Everyone groaned at the early hour.  After breakfast they would be bussed to The Grand Canyon, stopping for lunch in Sedona.

Following a very nice dinner, everyone milled around the lobby for a while.  Couple by couple they went up to their rooms.  They were all tired from their long trips.  Bruce and Clark were no exceptions.  They had wanted to go out on the town, but decided it would have to wait until the next day.

During the social period, one of the ministers approached them.  He said that his name was Wesley Cooper, and he apologized for his fellow ministers, who seemed to be ignoring them. 

“We understand,” Bruce said.  “We’re single and this happens a lot,” he lied.  “The world was built for couples.”

“You two are very handsome,” Wes said.  “Are you seeing anyone with an eye to ending your single status?”

Bruce was determined to lie, only because he thought the Baptists would stone them if they knew the truth.  He started to laugh.  Actually,” he said, “we’re dating sisters.  Not only sisters, but twin sisters.”

Wes laughed dutifully.  “How would you guys like to have a drink with me at the bar?  My treat,” he said.

“I’d love it,” Clark accepted for both of them, “but I didn’t know that Baptist ministers were allowed to drink.”

 “You’d be surprised what we can do.  We may be ministers, but first and foremost we are human beings, and if that isn’t enough, we are also men, if you get my drift,” he said, winking and smiling at them.

If Bruce didn’t know better, he would be certain that Wes was coming on to them.  “Is your wife going to join us?” he asked.

“Nah, she went to bed an hour ago.  Come, let’s have that drink.”

Wes bought them each a beer, and they found a nice quiet corner table at the rear of the bar.  When Wes was certain that they could not be overheard, he said, “You two aren’t brothers.  You’re a gay couple, aren’t you?”

Clark almost passed out, but Bruce was tired of lying.  “Not only are we a couple, but we were married yesterday in a religious ceremony.  If your group doesn’t want us, we’ll stay to ourselves, and not socialize with any of you.”

“Relax fella,” Wes said.  “Your secret is safe with me.”

“That’s very liberal of you,” Clark said.

“Yes, and I have something to tell you boys.  I have wanted to have sex with a man ever since I can remember.  I have never acted on that urge, and it was easy not to.  I was never in close proximity to a gay man.  Now here I am, alone with two gay men, and I’m about to beg you to have sex with me.  Is my secret as safe with you as your secret is with me?”

It was too dark in the bar for anyone to see, so Bruce took the minster’s hand.  “Wes,” he said, “Clark and I are monogamous.  That means that we don’t cheat on each other.  But if we take another guy to bed with us, we’re acting together, and we don’t consider it cheating.”

“Can I take that as a yes then?” Wes asked.  Bruce nodded. 

“We better get going then,” Clark said.

“Don’t worry.  We have plenty of time.  Millie is used to my coming home long after she falls asleep.  The woman goes to sleep before seven o’clock in the evening and doesn’t wake up before ten in the morning.  It’s abnormal.  I’ll have trouble getting her up early on this trip.”

“Well, let’s hurry anyway.  I’m busting to make love to my husband…and you,” Bruce said.

They entered Bruce and Clark’s room and double latched the door.  “Before we do anything,” Bruce said, “Consider that you might enjoy yourself so much, that there will be no going back.”

“I have considered it, and I am ready to leave my ministry.  I have a degree in education.  I could become a teacher.”

“What about Millie?” Clark asked.

“We haven’t had sex in years.  I would happily divorce her.”

When did you shower last?” Bruce asked.

“Just before dinner.”

“Good, then we can skip the shower.  Get undressed, and climb into bed.” 

The room had two queen-sized beds.  They all stripped, and the grooms were ready to jump into bed, but Wes begged them to let him gaze on their magnificent naked male bodies.  As he stared at them, they began to erect.

“Can I touch?” Wes begged.

“Sure,” they said simultaneously.  Wes took each cock into his hands, and started to caress them.  Both men purred, and Wes began to cry.

“Thank you,” he said. 

Clark and Bruce wrapped their arms around the minister and laid him gently on one of the beds.  They lay down on each side of him and began to give him a trip around the world.  They flipped him from side to side, and between the two of them, they didn’t miss an inch on his body, including his ass hole.  Wes was dripping pre-cum, and they knew it was time.  Bruce had the pleasure of bringing Wes to orgasm.  He groaned and screamed and purred, and started to cry again.

When he could talk again, he said, “I knew it would be great, but this was beyond my wildest dreams.”  He rolled over and kissed both men in turn.

“I hope this won’t be the last time we get together on this trip,” Wes said, “but in case it is, would you men make my greatest fantasy come true?”

“Tell us what that fantasy is,” Bruce said, “and we’ll tell you if it’s possible.”

“Would one of you fuck me, while I suck the other’s cock?”

“That’s no problem at all.  Clark and I don’t use condoms anymore, and we don’t have any, but since you’re a virgin, we’ll be all right.”  There were some coins on the dresser.  Bruce grabbed one, and flipped it.

“Heads, I get the ass.  Tails, you do,” he said to Clark.

Clark got the ass, which was probably good for Wes’s virgin receptacle, because his cock was smaller than Bruce’s.  They spent a lot of time greasing and stretching Wes’s ass, and at last Clark entered him slowly.  After entry, Clark stayed perfectly still, letting Wes get used to him.

Bruce straddled Wes’s chest, and put his cock on Wes’s lips.  Wes gobbled it in hungrily.  “Now,” Bruce said, and Clark began to stroke, and Wes began to suck.  Bruce expected to have to instruct Wes about not scraping his teeth on his cock, but no such thing happened. 

“You’re good,” Bruce said as his orgasm began to grow.

“I’ve read a lot of gay literature,” Wes mumbled by way of an explanation.

Bruce and Clark came almost simultaneously.  Wes swallowed Bruce’s entire load.  The three exhausted men lay in a heap, hugging and kissing each other.  Wes could not get enough of fondling his bed mates.

Bruce invited Wes to shower with them, but he declined.

“It’ll be too crowded,” he said.  “I’ll shower back in my room.”  He got out of bed and dressed. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he repeated over and over.

“No, thank you,” Bruce said.  “That was lots of fun.”

Wes smiled.  “I’m thirty-five,” he said.  “I wish I had been honest with myself about my sexual orientation twenty years ago.  This has been the best day of my life, and you have no idea how much I envy you.”  He kissed them both and left the room.

The next morning, Wes spotted the guys coming into the dining room for breakfast.  He was at a table for four, and his wife looked like she couldn’t keep her eyes open.  “Join us,” Wes said.  The men smiled and sat down with him and his sleepy mate.

After their initial fear of the ministers, Bruce and Clark relaxed.  They all accepted the fact that they were brothers.  Because of Millie’s penchant for sleep, they were able to get together with Wes, twice again.  He just kept crying and crying with happiness.

They were due to leave for home on the second Monday morning of the trip.  Early Sunday morning, one of the ministers invited Bruce and Clark to worship with the group at a Baptist church he had scoped out.  In gratitude for being so friendly and welcoming to two outsiders, they agreed to go.  They braced themselves for anti-gay rhetoric, but gratefully, none came.

Monday morning at the airport, everyone embraced, and Bruce and Clark were not excluded.

A year later, all the bad stuff about the wedding was forgotten, and all they had were good memories of the wedding and their honeymoon.  They had stayed in touch with Wes via E Mail.  One morning Wes called them, and they were shocked to hear his voice.

“You were right,” he said.  “I tasted forbidden fruit, and like an addict, I had to have more.  I’ve left the church, and Millie and I are divorcing.  I landed a teaching position at a Manhattan high school.  I was wondering if I could shack up with you guys, until I get settled and find a place of my own.”

“We’re so happy for you,” Clark said sincerely. 

Then Bruce got on the phone.  “You can stay with us until you meet someone and move in with him.  You’re too good looking to stay single for very long.  When will you arrive?”

“Next Saturday.  My flight is due to arrive at 2 PM at LaGuardia.  I’ll take a cab.” 

“Nonsense, we’ll pick you up.  E Mail us your flight information.  We can’t wait to take you out on the town Saturday night and to our church on Sunday.  We’re going to help you enter your brand new life.

They could hear Wes crying at the other end.  “You better stop crying,” Bruce said, “or we’ll have to spank you.” 

“Please do,” Wes laughed and that got the other guys laughing too.

After they hung up, Bruce began to muse.  He wondered what cosmic forces directed them to book the Arizona trip for their honeymoon.  If they hadn’t been on that tour, they would never have helped Wes to find his way into the light.