Spunk Wedding
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Steve had been waiting for this day for so long. It was the day of his wedding. The day when at last he would belong to only one man and that man would be his husband.

He sat, surrounded by his friends, in front of the dressing-table mirror and meticulously applied lipstick and mascara. He was determined to look his very best for Bart.

"It's beautiful!" exclaimed Barry, holding up the bespoke wedding outfit that had been made for Steve. It was a lace and crinoline affair with garters and tassels, open at the chest and crotch to emphasize his effete beauty.

"I can't wait to put it on," said Steve, who was still naked while he painted his nipples with lipstick. He picked at his dense pubic hair that was shaved into the shape of a heart. His testicles were plucked and his limp penis oiled and perfumed. Steve admired his face in the mirror and pursed his lips to show off the bright red lipstick. With his painted eyelids and plucked eyebrows, he looked almost like a girl, but no girl ever had such a pretty little penis. He brushed a few hairs that had fallen on to his bare shoulders during the haircut that Martin, a hairdresser by trade, had earlier given him as a gift. However, even if no payment had been expected he was grateful for Steve's blowjob. He was, of
course, careful to direct his semen away from Steve's face. That kind of fun would be more appropriate for later in the day.

Steve brushed the stubble at the back of his neck and ran his fingers through the tousle of boyish hair that fell over his forehead. What was his hair like when he first met Bart? This was the sort of question he often asked himself when he lovingly reminisced on their first encounter. He knew that he was as naked as he was now, as so too was Bart. Even so, naked as much as clothed, they were two different men. Steve was thin, below average height, with a shaved chest, and, very often, his pubes free of hair. Bart was quite the opposite.

In fact, the first sight Steve had of him across Duncan's living room during his host's party was of Bart's muscular back while he plied his prick into Duncan's arse. Bart was a man who much preferred to give than receive, but he made sure that Duncan could clean off the sperm and specks of shit on his prick when he'd finished. This was the kind of generosity Steve admired. So many men were selfish and would finish themselves off in a man's arse where the spunk couldn't be properly appreciated.

Nevertheless, Steve's attention was mostly distracted elsewhere during Bart's performance. A pretty boy like him was always in demand: especially in those days when with his quite long hair, thick make-up, and garters he resembled a peculiarly flat-chested girl. His mouth was on Dave's cock while his prick and balls were being languidly fellated by Duncan's husband, Sven. Even so, he admired Bart's thick muscular frame, his hairy chest, and his huge moustache, but most of all that huge cock that was soon erect again and ready for more.

It was a clamber through and over naked male bodies which took most of the rest of the party that eventually led Steve to Bart, who he was gratified to see had made much the same journey in the opposite direction,