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“Why are we out here?” I asked as he rowed us further and further down river from the hotel, a cigar gripped between his teeth.

“I—uh—I just wanted some time alone with my best man before the wedding tonight,” he replied, taking one hand off the oar and adjusting his tenting package.

“You want me to suck you off?” I ventured, guessing at his motives. “Is that why we rowed all the way out here?”

“Jesus, yes,” he answered, steering the canoe onto a shallow bank. “You’re the only one who could ever suck me the way I like. And after today, that has to stop.”

“I gotcha, bro,” I replied, kneeling down in the canoe, and unleashing his thick eight-incher.

“Fuck, you can suck a dick,” he exhaled with a puff of smoke as I took him down my throat. “I’ll never forget the first time you drained my balls all those years ago in my dorm room.”

“You were so nervous,” I laughed, coming up for air briefly before he shoved my head back down on his cock.

“Damn, that feels so fuckin’ good,” he moaned as I bobbed up and down on him, the cigar still gripped between his teeth.

“You gonna feed me a big load?” I taunted.

“You know it,” he answered, forcing me back down on it again.

His shaft was swelling, his balls contracting. He could never last long down my throat, but I didn’t mind. Sucking him off was a bond that had only strengthened our friendship.

“Fuck, bro. I’m gonna bust,” he announced as his creamy load flooded my mouth. “Aww, SHIT … Jesus FUCKIN’ Christ … DAMN.”

“Mmm,” I moaned, licking my lips. “I’ve always loved the taste of your cum. You’re really gonna stop feeding me that big cock after you and Becca are married?”

“Shit, man,” he exhaled, tipping his head back and blowing a smoke ring into the air. “We both know I’ll never give up your blow jobs.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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“You lost or something?” the deliciously hairy, bearded stud with the amazing pecs asked after I had flagged him down from the side of the road.

“No—uh—I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I thought you might be my Uber driver, but clearly you’re not.”

“Haha. No, man,” he laughed. “I’m just on my way home from the gym. You been waiting long for your Uber?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “The app crashed, and the service is so spotty here that I can’t get it to reload. I’ve been waiting twenty minutes, but I don’t think he’s coming now.”

“Yikes,” he sympathized. “Well, where are you headed?”

“Just up the road here to Wilshire,” I replied.

“Shit, man. I’m going right by there. Hop on in,” he offered while leaning over and opening the passenger door for me.

We made small talk a long the way, in which I surreptitiously gathered that he has a serious girlfriend. Dammit. The good ones are always taken. But I was undeterred, and didn’t plan on exiting his vehicle without his load in my belly.

“You can let me off right up here,” I announced as we approached Wilshire. He pulled his car into an empty parking lot. “Thanks for the ride,” I said. “I’d give you three stars.”

“Three stars?” he laughed. “What does a guy gotta do to get five stars?”

“You have to let me suck you off,” I replied while looking down at his bulge.

“Fuck, man,” he retorted. “You serious?”

“Dude. I never joke about sucking cock,” I answered, observing his tenting athletic shorts.

“Shit. My girlfriend is out of town. I got a five-day load in these balls,” he announced while grabbing his bulging crotch. “You want it?”

“Fuck YES,” I exclaimed.

“Jesus, man,” he exhaled as he pushed my head all the way down on his hard, eight-inch cock. “I’ll fuckin’ drive you all over town, if you keep sucking me like this.”

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The groom was smoking a cigar in bed when I wheeled the breakfast cart into the honeymoon suite. “Complimentary croissants and mimosas from the resort,” I announced. “Would you like me to place the tray on the bed for you and your bride?”

“Nah,” he declined in a puff of smoke. “She’s taking a shower. Just put it all on that table over there.”

“You look like Joe Manganiello, you know, from Magic Mike,” I observed, trying not to drool over his incredibly hot body as I placed the breakfast tray on the table.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he replied, unfazed.

“Well—uh—is there anything else you or your bride might need?” I asked.

“Nope. We’re good,” he answered dismissively with another drag on his cigar.

“Are you absolutely certain, sir?” I asked again, awkwardly waiting for him to offer a customary tip for my services.

“Are you angling for a tip?” he accused. “Is that what this is?”

“No—no, sir,” I stammered. “Tips are never required, but are always appreciated.”

“Well, if you wanna big tip,” he offered, taking a long drag on his cigar, “you can suck my big, fat, hairy cock.”

“As you wish, sir,” I acquiesced, loosening the knot of my livery tie as I climbed onto the bed to suck him off.

“Jesus Christ,” he spat, pulling the sheets up closer to him. “Are you fucking crazy? I was just messing with you.”

“My apologies, sir,” I ingratiated. “It’s not that unusual for male guests to request—”

“A blow job?!” he scoffed.

“Yes, sir,” I affirmed. “Especially grooms staying in the honeymoon suite.”

“You any good—at sucking dick?” he inquired, his interest suddenly piqued, the bedsheet beginning to tent at his crotch.

“Yeah, I’m extremely good at sucking dick,” I assured him as I climbed onto the bed.

“Make it quick,” he ordered, pulling back the sheet and revealing a thick, hard nine-incher. His eyes went to the bathroom door, steam escaping at the threshold as his lovely bride showered, unaware that her beloved newlywed was about to feed me a fast load.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his cigar gripped tightly between his teeth as I took his big cock down my throat. I could taste a melange of pussy and dried cum on his cock, the salty remains of their post-nuptials fuck the night before.

“Damn, you are good,” he praised as my head bobbed up and down on his big dick, my one hand working his balls while the other reached up and massaged his muscular pecs and pinched his nips.

“Jesus, man,” he exclaimed. “You keep working my cock like that and—oh FUCK—SHIT.” With a forceful blast, his massive load shot down my throat as he thrashed in ecstasy, his cigar nearly escaping his mouth as his head jerked back and hit the headboard.

“Now get the fuck out of here before my wife sees you,” he barked in another puff of smoke as soon as his hairy balls had reached empty.

“Yes, sir,” I dutifully obeyed, wiping my chin as I staggered off the bed to retrieve the room service cart.

“Wait—” he interrupted as I was about to exit the suite. “There is something more you can do for me. Book my wife a massage in the spa this afternoon—and then come ride my cock while she’s gone.”

“Yes, sir!” I exclaimed, pushing the cart out the door just as I heard his bride turning off the shower.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.