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The Groomsman

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The Groomsman by AnonymousAsked to be a best man for a close friend was quite an honor. I made arrangementsto fly to Dallas and stay in a motel within walking distance of the wedding chapel. At the rehearsal I met the other groomsmen and enjoyed visiting with thebridesmaids. They were all with their boyfriends so there was to be no gettingtogether with them later. The rehearsal and following dinner was nice and a lot offun but over too soon. As I was leaving, one of the groomsmen asked if anyone had aplace for him to stay. He'd arrived late and all the rooms in the area were booked. Since I had a room with twodouble beds I offered to let him share with me. Irealized that he had a verystrong accent and found he was from Germany where the groom hadspent his senior year. We walked to my room and decided to take a midnight swim. I was a bit surprised when we got to the pool area and he stripped nude and divedin. After swimming for a few strokes, we got into the hot-tub and visited some more. We talked a lot about the bride and groom and the fact that they were both virgins. Tomas didn't understand Americans who were saving themselves for marriage. Hewondered what they were saving and why. I tried to explain but we ended up laughinga lot and neither of us thought it was aparticularly good idea. He turned andstraddled one of the jets and lost interest in our discussion. When we got out hehad a raging boner but acted as if it was a normal stage of being. I tried to ignoreit since he did.We got to the room and I decided to shower the chlorine off. I stepped into thebathroom, took off my swim suit and stepped into the shower. I had my eyes closedand shampoo all over my head and body when I heard the showerdoor open. I wiped myeyes and saw Tomas getting soapy. He was so at ease with the situation that Ireturned to my showering. The shower was very large so we had plenty of room. That is why I was so surprised when he rubbed against me to get under theshowerhead. I immediately felt my penis react and was so embarrassed that I turnedaway in hopes it would go down. That was not tobe. He put his arms around me from behind and rubbed my chest,my stomach, and then slowly lowered his hands to my stiffening cock. For a fleetingmoment I thought I should complain but the feeling was so exquisite that I forgotabouteverything except his hand on my erection and his soapy body against mine.He was a masterat getting me to the point of no return and stopping. While his hand was waiting forthe pending climax to lessen, he rubbed his erection against my butt and along the crack. I felt the urge to open and let him in for the first time in my life. He madeno effort to enter me and because he was definitely in charge of this seduction, I waitedto see what wouldhappen. When he finally took me past the point of no return and Ifelt the cum throbbing to get out, he turned me around and knelt in front of me, usingbothhands to rub, squeeze, and aim my spouting dick. I shot one load onto his face andfelt my knees buckle from the strong orgasm. He kept jerking me as I writhed aroundon the shower floor moaning with pleasure. I was drained of a week's supply of cum. Finally, my breathing got almost back to normal. Then I realized that he waspressing a very stiff dick into my limp hands. I slowly rubbed my hands up and downthe length of his beautiful shaft and felt him begin to thrust. I stopped as he haddone but he grabbed my hand and thrust into it a few more times and then screamed out,stiffened his body,and shot his load all over me. When the last cum had shot out, hetook my hand and helped me stand. He rubbed soap all over me to wash the cum off andIdid the same for him. It was a beautiful finish to a very nice shower.When we got in bed, I asked him if he was gay? He laughed and said, "YouAmericans are so concerned with whether you are gay or not that you miss half of thepleasure." We visited long into the night and Tomas convinced me that sexualpleasure was sexual pleasure. It didn't matter whether it was samesex or oppositesex, if both parties were in agreement. We were in agreementmost of the night andgot so little sleep that we both were very sleepy during the wedding ceremony. Wehad planes to catch and I never saw him again. I sent him a wedding invitation whenI got married and received a nice card. Hesent me an invitation when he got marriedand I sent him a picture of my family.I will always remember Tomas, and think of him oftenwhen I masturbate in the shower.