BACHELOR PARTY 





   Dave couldn't get over it.  He was actually getting married tomorrow. 

Married!



   Well, why *not* get married?  He loved Laura.  And she loved him.  They

had been living together for seven months now and they clicked as a couple.

The sex was dynamite.  Even after knowing her for over a year - and

"knowing" her in the Biblical sense for almost as long -- he would still

sometimes lapse into daydreams at work about what he'd be doing with her in

bed when he got home.  Their minds were on the same wavelength and their

bodies were perfectly attuned to each other.



   Some old friends were throwing a bachelor party for him tonight.  One

last wild fling.  The final chance to blow off steam and get rid of all the

accumulated cobwebs.  Just a bunch of the guys having fun.  He'd probably

make a fool of himself and laugh about it tomorrow with Laura .



   At first there were no surprises.  Piled in random disarray on the

dining room table were grease-stained cartons of take-out pizza, stacks of

cold cuts and sliced cheese, olives and pickles, and the indispensable

bowls of pretzels and barbecue chips.  On the breakfast bar, almost as an

afterthough, were six-packs of beer and bottles of Cutty Sark and Old

Grandad.  Dave filled up with mushroom-pepperoni pizza and snacks, and got

a little drunk.  Then, with great fanfare, the two hired strippers marched

in.



   To music from a Francoise Hardy retrospective album, the women plodded

through their act.  It was all very mechanical, and they didn't exude much

in the way of sexiness.  They had both seen better days, and, if truth be

told, they looked considerably better with their clothes on.  But what the

hell -- they were pros, and this was what they had been paid for.



   The better looking of the two, a buxom dishwater blonde, sashayed over

to Dave, wagged her ass in his face, and sat herself down on his lap.  She

had on only two sparkly adhesive patches over her nipples and a G-string

down below.  Her figure wasn't all that bad -- nice and lush, even if

sagging in too many places -- but her deeply lined face made her look old

and tired and worn out.  The prospect of having her nearly-bare ass

smothering his groin was something less than a turn-on for Dave.



   She must have sensed his lack of enthusiasm because she stood up, leaned

over toward him and whispered a few unintelligible words in his ear.  In a

sort of beer-induced fog, Dave thought she was saying something about a

snow job.  Before he knew it, she had unzipped his fly, pulled out his

dick, and taken it in her mouth.  (No!  Not "snow job," dummy - *blowjob*!)

His buddies looked on, stomped their feet, and applauded.



   Dave stayed limp in her mouth for quite a while, and when he finally

began to harden it dawned on him that the absolute very last thing he

wanted was to shoot his wad inside the sloppily-lipsticked mouth of a

rent-a-ho on the night before marrying the love of his live.  "Thanks,

baby, but I think I'll take a raincheck," he murmured as he pulled out from

between her lips.



   Things went steadily downhill from there.



   It was 2:00 a.m.  and Dave sat there in the armchair staring at the

pizza crusts covering the table top and the beer cans and cigarette butts

littering the floor.  Nice.  Very nice.  Good buddies had left him with a

messy cleanup.  A fine way to start off the most important morning of his

life.



   Charlie was snoozing on the sofa.  All the rest of the good buddies had

long since staggered out the door.  'Well, I hope *they* had a good time,

at least.  Leaving me to pick up after them.'



   Now Charlie was awake.  He was sitting up and stretching.  Good old

Charlie.  Dave had known him since high school.  They'd had some wild times

together.  Once, they'd even . . .



   "C'mon, Dave, old fella.  Lemme help you straighten up the place.  It

was s'posed to be *your* party after all."



   Yep, good old Charlie.  Solid, mostly reliable, and sometimes just a

little bit wacky.



   An hour later, the apartment was clean and neat.  Dave and Charlie sat

side by side on the sofa nursing warm beers.  Dave yawned.



   "Late, isn't it?" Charlie said.  "'Scuse me, it got so late, it's early

the next morning.  Gotta get some beauty sleep, don'tcha think?  Charge up

the old batteries for the hard work ahead of you tonight.  The lady'll be

expecting you to perform, no?"



   Dave noticed Charlie's hand resting on his knee.  It probably didn't

mean anything, but it did bring back memories.  Memories of a certain night

when . . .



   Charlie leaned over and . . .  kissed him.  On the lips.  It *did* mean

something, and Charlie was probably playing back the same memories.



   They had been celebrating their graduation that night.  Just turned

eighteen, the both of them, and finally done with Coolidge High.  Just a

bit drunk, the both of them.  Charlie had leaned over and kissed him that

night, too.



   Oh, it hadn't gotten much further than that.  Yeah, they'd ended up

jerking each other off that night.  And yeah, Dave had felt a strange

upsurge of desire for Charlie that night.  But they hadn't actually . . .

("I think I want you inside me," he had said.  "And afterward I just might

have a yen to fuck you in the ass," he had said.) They hadn't actually done

it, but Dave had . . .  had maybe wanted to.



   Here and now Dave had a raging hardon.  Charlie had noticed.  Charlie's

hand was rubbing it.  Ah, that felt good.  Damn good.  But Laura . . . 

what about Laura?  Now Charlie was naked from the waist down.  He bent

forward over Dave and took his cock into his mouth.  Somehow, this felt . .

.  felt *right*.  It wasn't like with the stripper earlier on.  But it

wasn't quite what he *really* wanted either.  He told Charlie what he

really wanted.



   Charlie was on his hands and knees.  Dave was kneeling down behind him.

His hard, hard, hardon gleamed from a heavy coating of Vaseline.  He

reached forward and gently spread apart Charlie's butt cheeks.



   Dave enjoyed making love to Laura.  He loved the feel of being inside

her hot, pulsating pussy.  But it couldn't compare to being inside

Charlie's hot, pulsating ass.  There was a whole different level of

intensity here.  He gasped as an explosion of light went off behind his

eyes and he shot his load deep into Charlie's guts.  Then he reached around

to jerk him off.



   Charlie pushed his hand away.  "No, not that.  I don't want to shoot

into your hand.  I want to come inside you.  I want to have from you what

you've just had from me.  I want to *fuck you*.  I want to fuck you in the

ass.  *In the ass.* Is that clear?  And isn't that what *you* want?"



   Dave hung his head.  "Yes," he said.  "Yes, I said yes."



   They were in bed.  Dave was lying on his back, tilted up backwards at an

angle, supporting his weight on his shoulders.  His legs extended up in the

air and back, and they were leaning against Charlie's shoulders.  Charlie

was standing on the floor, at the edge of the bed, with his hands

underneath Dave's buttocks.  Charlie was getting ready to insert into him.

Into his ass.  His ass!



   "Just trust me, Dave, old buddy.  I can make it feel good for you.  I'm

an expert at this.  It'll be something you'll never forget.



   "Relax.  Yeah, let the tension drain right out of you.  Yep, here we go.

I'm right at the entrance now.  Knocking at the door.  You're clenching up

a bit, but that's all right.  Not to worry.  See, I'm pulling back now. 

Feel as I rub a little Vaseline around the sphincter ring.  Yeah, I'm

oiling up your cute little hole, yep, lubing your round, puckered asshole.

That same little asshole that'll stretch to let my cock in.  Because it

needs me inside.  Because you need me inside you, filling you up, filling

you with my hard flesh, completing you in a way that you've never

experienced.



   "Yes, that's right, Dave.  Now you're loosening up.  Push out gently -

don't strain -- push out as if you were taking a shit.  Again.  Yeah, that

opens you up real nice.  Now I'm slipping a finger in.  All right?  Now a

second finger.  Feel the stretch?  Want to try three?  Oh, yes.  Let me

know when you're ready for the big enchilada."



   Charlie's cock was deep inside Dave.  Inside his ass.  Fucking him. 

Fucking him in the ass.  It felt . . .  it felt like nothing he had ever

imagined.  It felt like a big, warm piston pumping inside him.  He felt the

burning, flaming heat in his guts radiating out, warming him up.  He was

floating upward like a balloon.  Soaring.  Dave's own cock was getting hard

again.  Charlie noticed.



   "Now, Dave, old boy, I've got a special little surprise for you.  Call

it a wedding present, if you like.  The reason I got you in this particular

position is that it gives me access to you, to your cock, which I see is

standing at full attention.  I've perfected this little maneuver and now

I'm gonna do it to you.  Get ready."



   Charlie pulled Dave tight up against him by the hips, grinding his groin

further into the split between Dave's buttocks, and embedding his cock even

deeper in his ass.  He leaned further forward over Dave and bent, bent far

forward in a tight arc, and somehow managed to get his mouth over the tip

of Dave's painfully hard cock.  Dave was still on his back on the bed, legs

draped over Charlie's shoulders, with Charlie's cock all the way up inside

him, and now he was getting a blow job from Charlie's lips.  It was

screaming wild!  He felt, felt the back of his head explode as he spurted

into Charlie's mouth and sensed the throbbing wetness inside his bowels

which meant that Charlie was coming, unloading deep inside him.



   Later, much later, they sat side by side on the sofa, each sipping a

beer, neither looking at the other.



   "It kind of complicates things, doesn't it?" Charlie said.



   "But it doesn't change my plans." Dave spoke in a low voice.  "I realize

now what I was missing all these years of my life, and if we had fucked on

that one night all those years ago, everything might have turned out

different.  But . . .  "



   "But?"



   "But I love Laura, and I don't think I can live without her.  Being

fucked by you, having your cock up inside me, is something I want, maybe

even something I *need*, but if I had to, I could give it up.  And I *will*

give it up if I have to choose between you and Laura."



   "So, that's the way it is, huh?"



   "That's the way it is."



   "Laura, I have something to confess."



   "Can't it wait, honey?  We're due at the church in a couple of hours,

and I still have to get dressed and all."



   "Oh, I suppose."



   Late that night, they were lying in each other's arms, legs still

interlocked after having made love.  Laura nuzzled Dave's ear and murmured,

"What was it you wanted to confess to me, hon?"



   "Well . . .  I forgot to pick up that quart of milk at the store.  It

looks like we'll be having water over our cereal tomorrow morning."



   "Ouch!  That's serious.  For sure, starting off our marriage on the

wrong foot." She swatted him on the butt.  He rolled her over on top of him

and they were off to the races again.