Before I got married I was a bad boy. I liked getting fucked up and doing fucked up things. One of the best/worst things I ever did was to convince a bisexual acquaintance to take one more cock on the night before he was to marry a total bitch.
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I had known this guy, let’s call him Steve, for some years and at this time he and I had been partying together a lot as a sort of last hoorah before he wed some skank he met the year previous. If you couldn’t already tell I did not like his fiancé so back then I did everything I could to break them up. This guy was making a mistake! He was born to suck cock. He just didn’t realize it yet.
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My plan was to introduce him to another friend who was and continues to be one of the most boy hungry people I ever met. Not that I didn’t steal this but we’ll call him Buck because he liked to fuck. Buck knew my plan and was totally down. All I had to do was keep the party going for long enough
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I set it up by making sure we got good and fucked up then I just let my insatiable associate work his magic. By the end of the first night you could cut the sexual tension between Buck and Steve with a knife. By the second night Buck was sitting in Steve’s lap and by the third I walked into my kitchen to find Steve on all fours and Buck giving me one big thumbs up!
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This is the best part. I was Steve’s best man and Buck was my date to the wedding! I laugh even now remembering how nervous Steve was glancing between me and Buck. We just kept smirking and winking at him. The marriage fell apart after the 3rd month and I am very proud of that fact.
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