Chapter 1 – Chapter 1

The rehearsal dinner had organically migrated from the restaurant to its adjacent bar and dance floor section. Being an only child, my parents splurged on the affair, and everyone was taking full advantage of the open bar. If it wasn't for the fact that most guests were staying at a nearby hotel, Uber would have been making a killing at the end of the night driving all the drunks home.

I was bellied up to the bar trying to get the bartender's attention when a massive hand placed a firm grip on my shoulder. It was a tight enough grip that I was about to turn around and give the person a "what the fuck" look. Fortunately, I noticed that the hand belonged to my future father-in-law before I mustered any type of response.

"Oh, hey Mr. Kendall," I said as I waved at the bartender. "Are you enjoying the evening?" I was never any good at small talk, especially with Mr. Kendall. If you came across a man of few words, Mr. Kendall would speak even less. I took some comfort in knowing he was that way with everyone, but it didn't make times alone with him any less awkward. He had been practically avoiding me all night, and those few moments that I did see him looking at me he generally sported his usual scowl. I guess knowing his daughter was getting married tomorrow wasn't enough to change Mr. Kendall's disposition.

And it was always "Mr. Kendall." Not James. Not Jim. And definitely not Jimmy. My fiance' Kristy warned me about that – and other things – before she first introduced me to him.

The bartender finally acknowledged I was there and started to walk over. Mr. Kendall put his hand up to her, stopping her in her tracks.

"Not now," he said sternly before turning to face me. "We need to talk."

That could not be good.

In the five years Kristy and I had been together, Mr. Kendall and I never needed to talk. Keeping his death grip on my shoulder we weaved our way through the crowd. People smiled and congratulated me, and I smiled sheepishly back. I saw Kristy and she gave me a quizzical look, and I replied with a confused shrug. We exited the bar and continued silently around the building and down an alleyway. Once we were about halfway down the alley, Mr. Kendall thankfully broke the silence.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

His question threw me off guard, and my slight buzz made my brain struggle to remember what happened the night before. Then it dawned on me, and my heart sank. We stopped walking and he turned me towards him. He was an even more imposing figure in the dim light. I always thought that in a different life he could have been the stereotypical Hollywood drill sergeant, and would give Gunnery Sergeant Hartman a real run for his money. That was certainly not the image I needed to conjure up in my head at this moment. As I struggled to find the right words to say, he closed his eyes and exhaled a deep sigh of frustration.

"The bachelor party. The stripper…I heard she had big tits?" he said in a low, powerful voice. He grabbed me by the arm and started walking us further down the alley into the growing darkness.

"Okay, this has to be a fishing expedition," I thought. "A test. Everyone assumes that the best man will throw a bachelor party with strippers. I can just tell him we hit a few bars, and that's it." Before I could proclaim my innocence on all adventures erotic, he gripped my arm more tightly.

"I heard he had a big dick," he practically whispered, as if out of fear someone could hear us. This far away from the street no one could see us, let alone hear us.

"What the actual fuck?" I thought. "How could he…son of a bitch. Fucking Jeff." It had to be Jeff. He was Kristy's brother's friend and had a crush on her since before we started dating. In addition to being a total suck up to Mr. Kendall – which my future father-in-law surprisingly tolerated – he was constantly trying to drive a wedge into the already wide void between us. Against my protests, Kristy's brother invited him to the bachelor party; he must have reported back to Mr. Kendall earlier today.

I wasn't the least bit concerned about Kristy finding out. Hell, she helped arrange the party, and apparently picked out the entertainment. I was concerned about how much Mr. and Mrs. Kendall knew. To say they were socially conservative would be an understatement. They attended weekly church services and said grace before every meal – possibly because they were devout, but also possibly because it was "what people do", as Mrs. Kendall would say. Kristy and I would often joke about how we felt bad for her father; Mrs. Kendall had told Kristy on more than one occasion that sex is something two married people have when they want to have kids. Anything more than that was borderline deviant.

The apple couldn't have fallen farther from the tree where Kristy was concerned. We were both bi, were always interested in trying new things, and had a very open relationship. Hell, we met at a key-exchange party in college; I was the third guy she was with that night, and she fell in love with the fact that the first thing I did was go down on her and scoop out her massive creampie with my tongue.

"She," I corrected him meekly.

"What?" Mr. Kendall asked, a tinge of irritation in his voice. I can't imagine many people had the fortitude to ever tell him he was wrong about anything.

"She," I repeated with a little more confidence in my voice. "Yes, she had a nice sized dick and great tits." Ah, liquid courage. There was no way I would have said anything even remotely like that earlier in the evening. A part of me figured he probably knew everything that happened, so denial would only piss him off even more.

"Whatever," he huffed, turning me to face him again, our bodies almost uncomfortably close together. "And did you like sucking her dick?" he asked, placing a mocking emphasis on the word "her".

"Yeah, I really did," I answered truthfully. He towered above me, a good eight inches taller than me. I braced myself for the worst, wondering if he was going to kick my ass, or call off the wedding, or God knows what. I didn't expect to hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper unzipping. I looked down in time to see him fish out his huge cock, already semi-hard, from his boxers. His cock had to be at least ten inches long and was nicely thick with pronounced veins running up and down the shaft. Proportionately speaking, he had the biggest cock head I'd ever seen. He must have really stretched out Mrs. Kendall the few times they had sex.

Chalk one up for the "big hands, big dick" urban legend.

"Maybe you should suck my dick," he whispered as he gripped the base of his shaft, pointing it out to me as if offering it as a gift. I couldn't believe he was serious, but if he wasn't, I couldn't imagine him whipping his cock out in an alleyway, and I certainly wouldn't think he'd now be totally erect. And, to be honest, there's no way I could leave without sucking such a magnificent cock.

I knelt down in front of him and placed my hand on the base of his cock as he moved his away. I started to playfully slap his massive meat against my face. My forehead at first, then my cheeks, then my tongue as I opened my mouth. I looked up at him as I bounced his cock head against my outstretched tongue, a gentle slapping sound filling the air. I let go of his cock and moved his hand back to his shaft. Our minds thought alike; he grabbed the base of his cock and resumed slapping me in the face.

"Mmmm…harder," I said, the alcohol and his cock taking full control of my brain. He smacked his cock across my mouth, the head bouncing off my lips. My own cock was growing hard in my dress pants; he was clearly getting more and more excited because precum started to ooze out and sprinkle all over my face. I grabbed his cock and guided his head into my mouth, my tongue brushing side to side under it, his precum dribbling out onto my tongue. I swirled my tongue around his head as my lips moved down his shaft. His dick felt so fucking amazing in my mouth…the way it filled it…the taste of all that wonderful precum. I sucked as hard as I could on each upstroke, my tongue dancing across the veins, and then moved lower and lower with each down stroke. I got less than half of him in my mouth before his head pushed against the back of my throat. I steadied my breathing and relaxed the best I could, and then pushed my head forward…

And forward…

And forward…

His cock slid almost effortlessly down my throat. I imagined that anyone watching would have seen my throat bulging as he pushed in deeper. My lips finally reached his abdomen, and I held his cock there, savoring the feeling of him filling me. My eyes started to water, but I didn't budge. I felt a gag coming on, but I fought the urge.

"Holy fucking shit," he moaned. He placed his hands behind my head and held me in place as he slid his hips back, his cock sliding back out of my throat until my lips were just at the base of his bulbous head. Then he thrust forward as hard as he could, my mouth pressing against his body. He pulled his hips back again to where his cock was almost free, then thrust all the way in. Each thrust was firmer and faster, his cock ramming all the way inside me. His throat fucking felt so goddamn good I thought I was going to cum in my pants without even touching my dick. He started grunting as he fucked me faster and faster, the pace quickening to the point where he was barely leaving my throat before he pushed in again.

He groaned loudly as his body tightened up. I waited anxiously for what was about to come next…that amazing feeling of a throbbing cock squirting ropes of thick, creamy cum. Mr. Kendall did not disappoint. I had been with a lot of men – and I mean a lot of men – by that time. No one had ever cum as much as Mr. Kendall did that night. The spurts were so fast and furious it felt like I was shotgunning a can of beer. The taste and texture were spectacular, too: thick and not overly salty, I hoped his orgasm would never end.

When it eventually did, Mr. Kendall pulled his cock out of my mouth, stuffed in back in his pants, zipped up and left me kneeling in the alley with a belly full of his jizz.

***

"So what was that all about earlier?" Kristy asked as we were dancing to our song.

"What was what?" I countered trying to play coy.

"You and Dad left earlier. What was that all about?"

"Ohhhh, that. So…he knew about the bachelor party." Kristy stopped dancing and we stood on the dance floor, hugging each other close, as others danced around us.

"He knew about…?"

"He knew everything. Including me giving a blowjob." Kristy's brow furrowed, and then she pursed her lips.

"Fucking Jeff," she spat.

"Yeah, that's what I thought as well. I told you he shouldn't have been invited." Kristy started dancing slowly again so we wouldn't be so conspicuous.

"So what happened? He obviously didn't kill you," she laughed.

"Well," I said pulling her even closer, my lips pressed against her ear. "I think he got his very first blow job tonight." Kristy pulled away, a shocked smile on her face.

"You little slut!" she laughed and playfully slapped me on the chest. She put her hands behind my head and gave me a kiss. "I fucking love you," she whispered. Her big tits pressing against me, the smell of her perfume, and the thoughts of Mr. Kendall throating me made my cock grow.

"So how was it?" she continued.

"Let's just say that Mr. Kendall is incredibly hung," I smiled, my erection pressing against her thigh.

"Mmmmmmmm…" she moaned, her leg rubbing against my hard on. She leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth. "You know what they say about big hands!" she smiled, and we continued our dance, meandering our way through the crowd.

***

There was an knock on my hotel room door the next morning. Pre-wedding nerves had me up early so I was already awake and had showered and dressed before my unexpected visitor arrived. I looked through the peephole.

It was Mr. Kendall, holding two cups of Starbucks.

"The fuck?" I wondered as I ran my fingers through my still wet hair. I opened the door and before I could say hello, he brushed past me and entered the room. He placed one of the Starbucks cups on the nightstand and took a long swig from the other.

"The ladies kicked me out of the house, so I figured I'd come by and bring you some coffee," he rambled.

"Oh, yeah, thanks. I was going to head down to get some in a bit, so…yeah…thanks." He finished his coffee and tossed the empty cup in a garbage can.

"I'm just going to go dry my hair, okay?" I asked. He didn't respond; he had pulled out his phone and was reading a text. I shrugged and went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. When I came back out, Mr. Kendall was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom door. He was naked from the waist down and was stroking his hard cock.

We didn't say a word.

I walked over and knelt between his legs. I reached my hand forward and gently pushed against his body, instructing him to lay down. Once he was laying on the bed, I moved my head between my legs and ran my tongue all over his hairy balls. I lapped at them, lifting his nut sacks up with each pass of my tongue. I grabbed his pole and started to slowly stroke as my ball licking progressed to ball sucking. The sounds he made told me that he not only enjoyed it, but that it was a new sensation for him. That thought was a major turn on for me, and encouraged me to give those massive sacks the loving attention they had been denied for the past several decades. I could feel his precum flowing down his shaft as I stroked him, my mouth slurping his balls like candy. As I was sucking his balls in and out of my mouth I got the distinct whiff of cologne; Mr. Kendall dabbed Cool Water on his privates. How thoughtful of him!

I smiled and ran my tongue from his balls up the underside of his shaft, twirling it around his head. No sooner had I welcomed his head into my mouth, he placed his hands on the back of my head and pushed down.

All the way down.

I wasn't prepared for the deep thrust, and my body position wasn't ideal, so I let out a loud gag. Mr. Kendall pulled his hands away and stared down at me, a look of concern on his face.

"It's okay," I assured him. "I just wasn't ready." I placed my hands on his and moved them back to my head. He used his hips and hands in perfect syncopation, fucking my throat as deeply and firmly as he did in the alley last night. Precum was practically pouring out of my dick as he throat fucked me, my nose bouncing off his abdomen with each trust. The bed springs were creaking and straining from his hips bouncing, so loudly that neighboring rooms would have heard it.

"Fuckkkkkkk!" he groaned as his cock flooded my mouth with his semen. It wasn't as thick as last night, but was saltier, the savory taste giving me goosebumps as I gulped down every delicious drop. Although not as massive as last night, this "good morning" load still took gulp after gulp after gulp to swallow it all. Once his cock stopped pumping, he pulled out of my mouth, put on his pants, and left the room without saying a word.

I was so turned on that I wanted to jerk off and add my own cum to Mr. Kendall's breakfast, but I remembered Kristy wanted me to save myself for our wedding night.

***

"You may kiss the bride," the pastor said as the organ started blaring. Kristy and I leaned forward and gave each other a prolonged kiss. I moved my head to the side of hers and placed my lips next to her ear.

"I think Mr. Kendall got his second blow job ever this morning." She turned her head towards me with a wry smile on her face.

"You little slut," she said, with more than just a touch of jealousy in her voice. "I fucking love you."