White Russians
in the Mile-High Club
 

 by: Hankster

© 2016 by the author

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John and Jim were more than excited waiting to board the big jumbo jet which was going to take them to London, England.  They were good-looking men in their late twenties.  They had been together as a committed couple for ten years.  Then on their tenth anniversary, which was today, they got legally married.

They were still in college when they began to live together.  They didn’t have a pot to pee in then, but they worked hard, paid off their student loans, and began to save for a real vacation.  A real vacation was a trip abroad, not a weekend in Provincetown or Fire Island.  Until now, that was the only getaway they could afford.  Finally, everything was in place for their honeymoon in London.

They were both management information technicians working for different firms, and each was making a good salary.  This enabled them to accelerate their savings plan.  At last, all their dreams were coming true.  They were married this very morning with a few good friends in attendance.  Their parents had accepted their living together as a couple, but couldn’t bring themselves to attend a same sex wedding, legal or not.  After the wedding they made a modest luncheon for their guests, and then went home to finish packing.  They hired a limo to take them to JFK, and now they were sitting impatiently in the boarding area.

After what seemed forever, the boarding process began.  They were not in first class, so they wanted to make the long trip as comfortable as possible.  They had requested an aisle and a middle seat.  Their reasoning was that they could switch the seat back and forth between them.  If they wanted to go to the head, they wouldn’t have to climb over anyone, and if they needed to stretch, they could stand in the aisle without disturbing anybody.  They both harbored a secret wish, which they didn’t share with each other.  They prayed that the window seat would not be occupied by an overweight person, who might spill over into the middle seat.

They found their seats, stowed their small flight bags under the seats in front of them, so that they would be easily accessible during the flight, and sat down.  They did not fasten seat belts, because the window seat was still vacant.  In fact, it was vacant for most of the boarding time.  Jim and John dared hope that nobody would sit there and they would be able to spread out.  Alas it was not to be.

They heard a voice say, “Excuse me fellows.  I hate to disturb you, but I’ve got the aisle seat.” 

They looked up to see a handsome young man, no more than twenty years old.  He was wearing a Columbia University sweat shirt.  Even through the bulky sweat shirt, it was obvious that this hunk was well muscled.  He was tall, maybe six feet even.  He had straight black hair which covered half his ears, and the bluest eyes the couple had ever seen.  They were like shiny blue spotlights.  If someone had to occupy this seat, John and Jim were glad that it was this guy.  As if this was not enough good luck for them, the aroma of his after shave lotion was almost an aphrodisiac.  Jim, who was in the middle, vowed to ask him what he used.

The honeymooners were so taken by this young man, that they made no move to stand up.  “If you’d rather move over, I can take the aisle seat,” the boy said, looking at them quizzically.  That brought them back to earth, and they both stood up.  Before he sat down, the young student stowed his carry-on bag in the overhead bin.  This meant that he would probably disturb them when he wanted to get something from the bag, or go to the bathroom.  They wouldn’t mind that at all.

The plane started to taxi down the runway precisely at 6:55 PM, which was the scheduled take off time.  Then it stopped, and the captain got on the loud speaker.  They listened carefully because squawk boxes were so hard to understand.  As loudspeakers go, this one was pretty clear.  The captain announced that they were sixteenth in line for takeoff, and advised the folks to relax.  He said they could use their electronic devices, and he would advise them when to shut them off.  Most of the passengers powered up their cell phones, tablets, and the dozens of electronic gadgets still extant in today’s market.  John and Jim were holding hands, and they were in the minority of those who didn’t start yakking on the phone.  The young man also did not take out his cell phone, and frankly, Jim, who was in the middle seat was surprised.  He never saw anyone of this boy’s age who wasn’t texting away like crazy.  He took the opportunity to get acquainted.

Jim turned to the student, and said, “It’ll be a long flight, so let me introduce myself.  My name is Jim Durbin, and this good looking guy is my husband, John Sherman.”  He stuck out his hand and the young man shook it.  Then to Jim’s delight, he reached over him to shake John’s hand.

“I’m Cory Woodruff,” he said.

“Do you go to Columbia?” John asked. 

“Yeah.  I’ll be a junior next semester.”  John and Jim had gone to CCNY.  They weren’t ashamed of it, but preferred not to mention it to Ivy Leaguers.

“Are you spending the summer back-packing or what?” Jim asked.

“No, I’m going to my best friend’s wedding.  I’m his best man.”  Now a statement like that should be made with a smiley face, but Cory looked so sad, all the newlyweds could do was nod at him.

“What’s the purpose of your trip?” Cory asked.  “Don’t tell me that you are cousins of my best friend, and you’re going to his wedding.”

“That would be a hoot,” Jim said, “but we are not related to the groom.  We just got married ourselves this morning.  We’re on our honeymoon.”

“Well, let me be among the first to congratulate you.”  Cory held out his hand and shook both of theirs again.

Being a married gay man was new to John, so he dared ask, “Cory, for ten years all I’ve seen are raised eyebrows from straight people, when they found out we were a couple.  You didn’t seem shocked at all.  In fact, you seemed happy about it.  Are you gay?”

“You got that right,” Cory said, and finally he said something with a smile.

That gave Jim a crazy thought.  “This friend of yours,” he asked, “is he marrying a man or a woman?”

“A woman, I’m afraid.”

Just then the captain came back on the loudspeaker asking for all electronic devices to be powered down.  Their plane was now third in line for takeoff, and would be airborne in just a short time.

Jim and John were both scared shitless of takeoffs and landings.  They gripped their hands tightly, and Cory said, “This is where I get frightened.” Jim grabbed the boy’s hand, and now he was gripping the hands on each side of him as hard as he could.

As soon as they were airborne, the head flight attendant, who was a little long in the tooth, announced that snacks and drinks could be purchased once they reached cruising altitude.  Menus and prices could be found at the back of the airline’s in-flight magazine.  Headphones were also available for a price. John and Jim were not about to spend any extra money, but they did fancy a cocktail to celebrate their legal union.  They were shocked and extremely pleased to see that White Russians were offered for $8.00 each, credit cards only.  It was their favorite drink and they decided to splurge.

Jim was no longer holding anybody’s hand, but Cory took his hand (pleasant surprise) and said, “I’m nineteen.  I won’t be twenty for another three months.  I don’t know if they ID you, and I don’t even know if there’s a starting age, but would you buy a drink for me?”  He put $10 in Jim’s hand.  Jim wanted to return the money, and tell Cory that the drink was on him, but he feared that John would accuse him of being a spendthrift, like he always did, so he took the money.

“We’re having White Russians,” Jim said.  “What would you like?”

“I guess I’ll have the same.”  Cory never drank anything stronger than tea, but he hoped a cocktail would raise his spirits.  Jim looked at the young man, and the sadness he saw in his face before, was evident again.  He wanted to ask him if anything was wrong, but he figured it was none of his business. 

It seemed to take the flight attendants forever to reach their row.  John ordered three White Russians, and the flight attendant swiped his credit card.  John and Cory, in the aisle and window seats, turned toward Jim, in the middle seat, and clicked glasses.

“Cheers,” John said.

Cory took a tentative sip of his drink, and stated that it was delicious.  Jim sensed his inexperience, and warned him to sip the drink slowly or he might get drunk or worse, sick.

“Don’t worry,” Cory said.  “I intend to make this drink last as long as possible.  I’ll go slow.”

Jim was more inquisitive than John.  He was determined to find out as much as he could about Cory.  Married or not, he was very hot for the kid.”

“Will you be staying with your friend in London?” Jim asked.

“No, he’s staying with the bride’s family.  They live right outside of London.  He and his bride will be returning to The States after their honeymoon.”  Cory started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jim wanted to know.  The bride’s name is Diana.  She was named after Princess Diana.  Her mother adored the princess, and never stopped mourning for her.  My friend’s name is Charles.  I think that’s pretty funny, Charles and Diana, that is, and a wedding in London.

John leaned over Jim, and asked Cory, “So where will you be staying?”

“I’m staying at The Doubletree.  It was the only hotel whose name I recognized when I made my reservation.”

Now Jim started to laugh, and Cory asked him what was funny.  “We’re staying at the same hotel, and for the same reason.  We can share a ride from the airport and you won’t have to spend any money.”

For some reason Cory looked like he was about to cry.  All he could manage to say was a muffled, “Thanks.”  He was sadder than Jim and John could ever have imagined a Best Man to be.  He desperately wanted to talk to someone, and he wondered if he could talk to these guys, who were so happily married.  He decided to give it some thought.  Maybe he could talk to them at the hotel.  The airplane was too noisy.

The flight attendant came around to take their dirty glasses, and John shocked Jim.  He ordered another round of White Russians, and paid for all three.

**********

Charles (Chuck) was three years older than Cory.  They lived next door to each other in Cedarhurst, NY, a suburb of the big apple.  When they were real little, they occasionally played together, but at a young age, a three-year spread does not make for a close relationship.  But as they got older, and saw how much they enjoyed each other’s company, the age difference disappeared.  They became good friends, very good friends.

It was in Chuck’s basement that Cory was instructed in the fine art of masturbation.  The boys did indeed make it into an art.  They tried a full fist, just two or three fingers, approaching the cock from the top, and a dozen other experimental ways to do it.  They would then discuss whether the orgasm was better or worse than some other method.

It was a sure bet, that eventually they would experiment jerking each other off.  It started with that, graduated to fellatio, and eventually they fucked each other.  Neither had any regrets.  Cory loved Chuck, and Cory was certain that the feeling was mutual, but Chuck didn’t feel that way.  Once he reached maturity, he started making it with fellow female students.  He graduated three years before Cory, and he began a successful run of women in his workplace.

Chuck worked as a sales rep for a manufacturer that produced the clothing of the finest designers in the country.  Diana was a buyer for a London department store.  The two met when Diana came to New York to check out the spring line.  Chuck showed her what he had to offer in every which way.  They slept together the very first night they met.  In hours, they were talking marriage, and Chuck assured Diana that he had the contacts to get her a buyer’s position in any of New York’s finest stores.

During the time Chuck was playing the field, he continued to have sex with Cory, whenever their busy schedules allowed.  When Chuck told Cory that he was getting married, and he wanted him to be his Best Man, Cory’s world fell apart.  At first, he wanted to say no, but in the end, he agreed.  What was his choice?  Now, actually on his way to the wedding, he was resigned to his fate, but he was miserable.

**********

The three men were just finishing their second drinks, when the lights in the cabin went off.  A few reading lights were still on, but for the most part, the cabin was very dark.  Even the flight attendants were dozing in the back of the plane.

Jim whispered to Cory, “John and I are going to the head to become members of The Mile-High Club, so we’ll be gone for a while.  It might be a good time for you to stretch while we are away.”

“I’m jealous,” Cory said.  Jim wasn’t sure, but he thought this had evoked another smile from “Cory, The Sad.”  It was too dark in the cabin to be certain.

John leaned over, and whispered so the two men seated to his right could hear him.  “I’ve got a better idea,” he said.  “Why don’t you two initiate each other, and when you’re done, I’ll switch seats with Jim, and you can initiate me, Cory.”

Jim was shocked and Cory was incredulous.  “Are you sure?” Cory asked.  “That’s so great of you guys.  I need this badly.”

Jim and Cory exposed themselves in the darkness, and Jim pulled a clean handkerchief out of his pocket.  “When I’m cumming, I’ll stuff this into my mouth,” he said to Cory.  “If you’re as noisy as I am, you can use it also.”  That having been said, he picked up the arm rest between their two seats, leaned over, and started stroking Cory’s exceptionally hard, and well hung, cut cock.  At the same time, he handed Cory the handkerchief.

Jim hadn’t had another cock in his mouth other than John’s in ten years, and he couldn’t believe how different, how good this felt.  It didn’t take Cory long to cum, and Jim swallowed everything.  There was no mess.  After he caught his breath, Cory took Jim’s equally hard cock into his hand, and started to stroke it.  The tasty cock got even harder, so Cory leaned over and took Jim into him.  Jim stuffed the handkerchief into his mouth, and he came, muffling his groan as best he could.

“Thanks,” Cory said.  “That almost got me out of my depression.”

“Yes,” Jim answered.  “Are you going to tell us why you are so unhappy.”

“Of course I will.  But not here.  Please, let’s wait until we are in the hotel and can find a quiet spot where we can talk.”

“Fair enough,” Jim answered.  He and John stood up and exchanged seats.  As they did so, Jim handed his husband the handkerchief.  “Enjoy,” he advised John.

As soon as he was seated, John exposed himself.  “I’ll do you first,” Cory said.  “I just came, and I need time to recover, but I promise to recover quickly.”  John had no doubt that he would recover quickly.  After all, he was only nineteen.

Cory stroked John’s cock with his fist, and when he felt how extra hard it got, he leaned over and started sucking it.  Cory was good at his job, and John lasted only seconds longer than Jim had.

When he got his breath back, he said to Cory, “Even if you don’t cum, please let me suck your cock.”

“Sure,” the young man said, and John leaned over.  He began to slather the boy’s cock from head to base.  John was an even better cocksucker than Cory, and in no time at all, Cory was hard as a rock and fully recovered.

John stopped sucking.  He asked Jim to stand up, and he said to Cory, “Come with me.”  Cory followed John to the rear head.  All of the attendants were either reading or dozing, so nobody noticed the two men enter the small bathroom together.  It was a tough squeeze, but they managed to pull down their trousers.  John sat Cory down on the commode.  He faced the door, and sat down on Cory.  He reached down and guided Cory’s cock into his ass.  Cory went in dry and unprotected.  John was in pain at first, but the pain left as soon as Cory moved up and down on John’s rod.

In spite of his youth, and erect condition, it took Cory a good ten minutes to reach Nirvana.  Cory handed John some toilet paper and he cleaned his ass, and Cory managed to wash his cock in the sink.  As the two men pulled up their trousers, they kissed passionately.

Jim stood up for them when they returned.  Cory took his seat, and Jim took the middle seat. 

“I’m jealous,” Jim said.

“Don’t be, I’ll take care of you in another hour or so.”

About an hour and a half later, Cory fulfilled his promise, but this time it took him almost seventeen minutes to cum.  Jim had no complaints.  When they returned, they were happy to see that John had ordered another round of White Russians.  When they were all reseated, they raised their glasses and congratulated themselves on becoming members of The Mile-High Club.

By the time they finished the third round of drinks, they all had a buzz on, and they fell fast asleep.  When they awakened the cabin was lit, and they were beginning their descent into Heathrow.  They ignored the “Fasten Seat Belt” sign, and went aft to pee.  When they returned, they prepared for landing.  The plane set down at 6:30 AM London time.

After retrieving their luggage, they went outside to find a taxi to take them to the hotel.  They each had one large suitcase, and one flight bag.  It was a tough fit in the taxi, so John sat up front with the driver, and he held one suitcase on his lap.  Of course, he felt like he was in the driver’s seat, and he kept imagining that other autos were coming at them head on.  His foot kept pushing down on an imaginary brake.

When they were checking in, they requested adjoining rooms, if possible.  The middle-aged man behind the desk smiled wickedly at them.  He had no doubt that he was checking in a threesome.  Looking at the three handsome men, he wished he was twenty years younger.

“Not only can I give you adjoining rooms,” he grinned, “I can give you two rooms with an adjoining door.”  He rang for the bellhop, who helped them to their rooms.  None of them knew what an appropriate tip was, but from the bellhop’s reaction, they knew that they had over tipped.  Jim, whom John called a spendthrift, would prefer to over tip than stiff the boy, so he felt good about the amount they had given him.

The first order of business, was to open the door between the two rooms.  “I don’t know about you two,” Cory said, “perhaps you are living on love, but I am starving.  What do you say we shower and freshen up, and then go to lunch.?”

“Good idea,” John said, and he went to check out the bathroom.  He came back smiling.  “The bathroom is big enough for four big guys,” he informed his husband and their new friend.  “Let’s shower together.”

They had more fun than a picnic in the shower, washing themselves in all the most erotic places.  They even fucked each other without cumming.  After the shower, they got dressed and it was only 10:45 AM.  Jim said, “Let’s get used to London time, and wait to have lunch until noon.  I think it will help us get over jet lag as well.”

“Good idea,” John said, “and in the meantime, Cory, tell us why this wedding is making you so sad.”

Cory then related his entire history with Chuck.  “I swear,” he said as he finished his narrative, “Chuck was the only man I have ever slept with until today.”

“Have you ever slept with a woman?” Jim asked.

Cory shook his head.

“Neither have we,” John said.

“Before lunch, I want to call Chuck,” Cory said.  “I promised him, I’d call as soon as I got in.  Now all I have to do is find the number he gave me, which is somewhere in my wallet.  Then I have to figure out how to use these foreign phones.”  Cory went into his room to make the call.  He left the door between the two rooms open, but John and Jim couldn’t hear the conversation.

When Cory came back into their room, his face was ashen, and he was distressed.

“What’s wrong?” John and Jim asked in unison.

“Things have just gotten very complicated; for me, at least.  The wedding is two days off.  The bride and her mother are very busy today, and Chuck can’t see the bride tomorrow night, so he’s coming into town.  He’s shacking up with me, and we’ll go to the church from here.  He said that he’d be here about 3 PM.  This is a disaster.  There’s only one bed in the room.”

“Not necessarily.  Chuck knows you’re gay.  You can give him your room, and you can move in with us,” John said.

“You guys have been awfully good to a perfect stranger,” Cory said, and he did manage to smile.

“You are not a stranger,” John said.  “First of all, you are a brother, and second of all, we are on our honeymoon, so we are being extra romantic.”  He embraced Cory in a brotherly hug.

“Let’s go to lunch a little early today,” Jim suggested.  “We are all hungry, and if we finish early, we can fuck each other before Chuck gets here.”

“From what you told us, Cory, maybe Chuck would like to join us,” John laughed.

“Did you ever see The Graduate?”  Jim asked.

“Sure, but what about it?”

“Wouldn’t it be romantic, if he left Diana at the altar, and ran off with you, just like in the movie?” John asked.

“Good God man, you are a romantic dreamer,” Cory laughed.  “It’ll never happen, but if you guys would stop chattering, we should be able to have lunch, and fuck each other at least once before Chuck gets here.”

The honeymoon suite had one king-sized bed, and Cory’s room had one standard-sized bed.  After lunch, they went into the room with the larger bed.  They stripped, fell on the bed, and formed a daisy chain.  By agreement, they said that they would try to refrain from cumming, so that they could each fuck each other.

When they knew that they couldn’t keep on sucking each other much longer without cumming, they broke up the daisy chain.  John and Jim fucked Cory alternately, but John unloaded first.  Jim finally got his rocks off inside of John, and then Cory fucked the honeymooners alternately.  When the glorious moment came, Cory was inside of Jim.

The exhausted trio lay abreast of each other in the over-sized bed.  They were fondling and kissing, half asleep, and half awake.  “I think I’ll take another shower,” Jim said.  Cory and John climbed out of bed together, intending to take another group shower.  Just then, they heard the phone ringing in Cory’s room.  He ran to answer it.

“Hello,” he said breathlessly.

“Cory honey, (honey?) it’s Chuck.  I’m in the lobby, and when I asked what room you were in, the desk clerk saw my suitcase, and he said he would have to charge for a double.  So I said that I only inquired, and I wasn’t staying.  I left the hotel, and now I’m back in the lobby, using a disposable cell phone I bought in London.  I asked for you, and they put me right through, so what room are you in?” 

“214,” Cory said.  His voice was shaking.

“See you in a second.”

Cory went to put a robe on, but John and Jim, who were standing in the doorway, stopped him.

“Remember what I told you before?” John asked.  “Ditch the robe.  Let him find us all naked in bed together.  That’ll make him jealous.  I’ll even tell him that you’ll be sleeping with us tonight, and he’ll have the whole room for himself.”

“I don’t know about all this,” Cory said, looking dubious.  In the end, he gave in, and when they heard a knock on Cory’s door, he went to open it, and John and Jim plopped down on their over-sized bed, making sure that Chuck would have a full frontal view of their cocks.  Cory led Chuck into the adjoining room.

Chuck didn’t even notice the honeymooners at first.  He didn’t even notice that he had been maneuvered into a different room.  His eyes were on Cory and his magnificent naked body.  He grabbed Cory in a bear hug,

“I see you’re ready for me,” he said.  Cory pushed away from him.

“Sorry, I don’t think I have anything left for you, for a while, at least.”  He stepped aside so that Chuck could see his new buddies.  Chuck’s jaw dropped, and the honeymooners wished that they had a camera to capture the look of utter shock on Chuck’s face.  Cory made the introductions.

“These guys have exhausted me.  We started on the plane, and have continued ever since we arrived.  They have this room which adjoins mine.  I’ll sleep with them tonight, and you can have my room for yourself.”

Gee, Chuck,” John said, “it’s too bad you’re getting married the day after tomorrow, or we would ask you to join in the fun, Wouldn’t we fellas?”

“You bet,” Jim said, and Cory nodded. 

“You never told us that the groom was such a hunk,” John said.  “It’s a shame that all the hot ones are straight.” 

Jim and John climbed out of bed.  “You guys can renew old acquaintance.  We are going to shower and get ready for dinner.  Will you two guys be joining us?”

“Yes, of course,” Cory said.

“No Cory.  Have dinner with me alone.  There is so much I need to talk to you about,” Chuck pleaded.

“Look Chuck.  What’s over is done with.  I’ve told John and Jim all about our past relationship.  We’ve just about adopted each other as brothers, so anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them.  They’re my family.”

Chuck looked like Cory had just bopped him over the head with a two by four.”  He said meekly, “I guess we can meet for dinner.  Would six o’clock be okay?” 

“Perfect,” John said.  “We have the fixings for some great Martinis.  Come over to our room about 5:30.”  Cory and Chuck left the room, and didn’t bother to close the door.  Neither did Jim and John.

“I need to shower, and get all this cum off me,” Cory teased.  “Do you need to shower, or are you cool?”

“I’m okay, but I’d like to shower with you,” Chuck said, and he gave Cory a big, toothy smile.

“I don’t think that’s wise.  You’re getting married, and I’m shacking up with the two guys in the next room.”

“I know it’s not wise, but I’d like it if we did shower together; for old time’s sake.  I won’t touch you, if you don’t want me to.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.  I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.  Please don’t shower with me.”

Then Chuck did something so dramatic, it could have been in Act V of a Shakespearean drama.  He fell to his knees, and his whole body began to shake as he began to cry.  “I was so afraid of living a gay life,” he sobbed, “and because I was able to function with women, I figured I must be bi.  Rather than be gay or bi, I chose to be straight.  But we all know that in the end it isn’t a choice.  One day I realized that my whole being ached for you.   The urge I felt to make love to you wasn’t a choice.  It was in me from birth.  I’d rather lead a gay life with you, than a straight life without you.  I’m in a terrible mess, and I don’t know what to do.  Help me, Cory, please.”

Cory was too shocked to respond at first.  He could not believe what he was hearing.  Not only did Chuck want him, he wanted to live his whole life with him.  His dream was becoming a reality.  He suppressed a sob, and said, “I don’t know what to do either, but let’s confide in John and Jim at dinner tonight.  They aren’t much older than you, but they have been around the block more times than either of us.  Maybe they can offer some insight.  In the meantime, I do have to get ready for dinner.  Do you still want to shower with me?”

Chuck began to strip immediately.  While he was getting naked, Cory said, “Don’t expect too much from me, honey.  I must have cum ten times since I got on that plane last evening.  They were both naked, and they crushed their bodies together, as their mouths found each other.

John and Jim were standing in the doorway.  They heard and saw everything, and they high-fived each other.

At dinner, when Chuck asked for their advice, Jim said, “You have got to call Diana without delay.  Tell her that you can’t marry her because you’re gay, and you are madly in love with The Best Man.  Don’t hesitate, and don’t give her a chance to talk back.  Say it quickly, say it tersely, and then hang up.”

Chuck pulled out his recently purchased, disposable, British cell phone.  He went into the men’s room for privacy and quiet.  Five minutes later he emerged.  Nobody could read any kind of emotion on his face.

“Well?” Jim asked.

“I did and said exactly what you suggested.  I practically said it in one sentence.  When I stopped, there were a few seconds of quiet and then she began to rant and rave at me, and curse me out, so I just hung up.”

“How do you feel?” John asked.

“Numb,” he answered, and he grabbed Cory’s hand for comfort.

Just then his phone rang.  He answered it, and heard Diana say, “GO TO HELL!”  She hung right up.

Chuck now took one of Cory’s hands into both of his, smiled and said.  “I’m not going to hell.  I’m going to paradise with you.”

The dinner turned into a festive meal as the four men celebrated a wedding and an engagement.  In the middle of the festivities, Chuck said to John and Jim, “Look guys, I want Cory to myself tonight, but if you guys wouldn’t mind, I’d like to have a foursome sometime.  Cory and I owe you so much.”

“We wouldn’t mind at all,” John spoke for both of them.

That night the two couples made love in separate rooms, but nobody ever bothered to close the door between them

Back in New York, the four of them became inseparable friends, and six months after Chuck’s original wedding date, he and Cory got married.  Jim was the Best Man, and John was the Man of Honor. 

Authors note:  This little tale is based on a true life experience of a friend of mine.  Of course, I took lots and lots of literary license.  He might not even recognize or remember the incident, which I have fictionalized greatly.