As I sat in the back seat of my parents car, I could feel the heat of the sun against the back of my neck.
We were on our way to my older brothers wedding in the middle of summer. At the time I had just turned 17 and finished my first year at my local college. My brother was 26 and marrying an extremely skinny 20 year old. To be honest I always thought she looked like an some kind of bird. Long neck, huge eyes, that allowed you to see nearly all the white around her pupils. I have no idea what he saw in her.
"Oh, cheer up for god sake Tony. It's your brothers big day." my mother said, noticing my bored expression.
"Mum, you know how much I hate our family get togethers'." I said. It's true. Half my family our snobby upper class's that constantly look down their noses at everyone and the other half I ONLY see at family get togethers'. more like `family FORCE togethers' if u ask me.
"well, I like them." she said with her usual questioning look.
"you only like them because you like it when people get into fights' I said with a small laugh.
"that's the best part of any family gathering" she laughed, which made me laugh.
About an hour later we arrived in a tiny country village in Hampshire. I live in a small village too, but this village was different. It looked like it could appear in a `fox and hound' magazine. All thatch cottages and giant houses that looked 1000 years old. They probably were.
We pulled up on the side of the road at the end of a very long row of parked cars. The church looked very big from the outside. A very tall tower and a grave yard that led down to scenic river, complete with a family of swans.
I removed my sunglasses as we walked towards the church. There were two bridesmaids, I'd never seen before standing outside the door welcoming people into the church, they both looked about 15.
"Thank you for coming." they were saying to everyone who walked past them.
As my parents walked past in there best dress, the girls chanted "Thank you for coming"
"Thank you!" my father exclaimed, in the most cheerful voice since sister maria in sound of music.
"Thank you for coming." they said again as I past them.
"whatever." I mumbled under my breath. I'm sure one of them heard me. Oh well.
of course being direct family of the groom, we had to sit right in the front aisle.
"Mum. I'm gonna sit behind u. ok?" I whispered over my mothers shoulder.
"Yes, alright. Do what you want." she said, with a tone of annoyance. It may seem silly but I just don't like churches and I would have felt really awkward and twitchy if I sat right in front of the alter. I thought if I sat behind my parents, it would give me enough of a barrier with looking weird.
"Hello Tony." my Grant aunt Dorothy whispered to me, as I sat down next to her.
"Hi Doe." I said.
Well here we go.
My brother walked up the aisle pretty swiftly, patting shoulders of the people nearest the isle and saying `thanks for comin' as he went. God that sentence was starting to irritate me.
I was mid yawn, when another man walked up the isle quickly behind my brother. I think my chin made contact with the floor.
He was stunning. The perfect man. In my eyes anyway. He had short black hair. A very strong masculine face. Broad shoulders. He must have been at least 6 foot 5 tall. I couldn't see much of his body but I could tell he had fucking big muscles and looked damn good in a suit, he must have been 25ish.
Who is he? I thought. At that moment he positioned him self so that he was standing next to my brother at the alter. The Best Man!
How the fuck does my brother know him?
Through the entire wedding, I don't think I closed my mouth once. I had to try my very hardest not to drool on my t shirt. I don't actually remember any of the vows or what the ring looked like. All I did was stare at the perfect creation, that was the best man.
At the end of the wedding, my brother announced that the reception was going to be held at the local pub, which was just a walk across the bridge away. As the my brother, his wife (aka bird woman), the brides maids and the best man walked towards the main entrance, the best man glanced down at me and smiled, then carried on walking.
I swear the very moment the smile appeared my dick was as hard as cement, and soakin' my pants. I'm glad I'd chose to worn black jeans. I was thinking about wearing my white trousers. That would have been a very bad choice.
I was very busy watching the mest mans ass move as he walked away when my mothers voice snapped me back to earth
"Well, are you coming then?" she asked with a giggle. Me, my mother and father were pretty much the only people left in the church except a couple still sat near the back. "God, it wasn't that boring for you was it?" she asked, as she pulled me to my feet and embraced me in a short hug, that kinda said `you're still my little boy'.
"No, of course not. I thought it was quite good actually" what I really wanted to say was `I thought the hot guy next to my brother was fantastic actually' lol.
"Come on, sweetie. Time to get something to eat, and hopefully watch a fight brake out in the posh crowd." she said making me and my dad laugh.
The wedding reception, was indeed everything you could expect from a British wedding. Lots of people eating sausage rolls, cheese and cucumber sandwiches etc. lots of people getting very drunk very quick at the bar and lots of annoying little girls jumping up and down on the dance floor like they were trying to brake through the floor.
"Lets dance" my mum said to me. "I'm bored and your dad can hardly stand up!"
"alright." I said. It's true. I like dancing no matter who its with. Although, I'd never had the chance to have one of those romantic slow dances. I'd never even been in a relationship.
So before I knew it I was twisting and jumping with my mother to overprotected' by britney spears'. it has to be said, my mother was 48 year old woman with personality of a 19 year old. Best mum you could ever ask for, I always thought.
My dad was one of those men, who didn't like the taste of lager but as soon as we went anywhere he head for the bar and strand around with all the other dads' drinking until they couldn't stand. Which for my dad ment three pints' lol. He could never hold his drink. Maybe it was because he is so thin.
The Britney song ended and Trouble by Pink started. I love that song I was banging my head and dancing like a mad man.
About half way through the song, I turned round and I jumped a little as I spotted the best man leaning against the bar across the room from me. And he was looking at me.
I span round again to see if there was anything behind me he could have been looking at, but nothing but tables.
He was looking at ME. I turned again and looked at him while I moved to the beat. A smile grew across his face (the kind of smile that says `hey there') I smiled back. He lifted his pint glass in the air to me, so I nodded back, then turned and carried on dancing facing away from him.
There were two 20 something girls dancing together at the other side of the dance floor and they were both looking at him as well, and whispering and giggling into each others ears.
Girls eh?
I though to my self I gotta get closer if only for a second. "Mum! I'm going to get a drink. Want one?" I called above the music
"No thanks Tony!" she said. To be honest she was just as pissed as my dad by then anyway.
I slowly made my way across the room. I felt like I was floating between the tables, kinda felt like everything was in slow motion. I caught a glimpse of my old uncle Freddy punching one uncle James in the mouth. I didn't take notice. I had one thing on my mind. And that was HIM.
Finally I got to the bar. Coincidently the only open place at the bar was right next to HIM. I lent against the bar, and almost immediately the bar maid popped up in front of me "What can I get you, love?" she said as she polished a glass.
"I'll have a Vodka and Coke please."
"and it's on me." HE said, handing the barmaid a five pound note. I sort of swallowed my breath.
OH MY GOD! HE is buying me a drink. Why?
"I'm Ben" he said, putting his hand out for me to shake it. "Who are you?"
"I'm Tony." I said in a slightly too high pitched voice as I shook his giant hands. I was so nervous. I'm never nervous.
"how do u know the happy couple then?" he asked me as the bar maid handed me my glass.
"I'm the grooms brother." I said before jugging half the glass back to try to get rid of that damn squeak in my voice.
"Oh, really? I didn't even know he had a brother. He never talks about his family."
Thanks bro! I thought, sarcastically
"You're the best man right? How'd you know him?" I'd managed to get rid of the squeal but now I was nervously moving my glass from hand to hand. I don't think HE noticed though.
"he's my best mate. We work together." ah, that explains the ruff skin on his hand. My brother is a builder and apparently so was Ben.
"So how are you getting home tonight?" Ben asked me with that smile spreading across his lips again.
He cant be flirting with me can he? He's a builder. Builders are never gay. Except in porno's. my mind was boggling.
"I'm not. My parents and me are staying at the brides parents' house. I don't think they're in any state to drive. He looked across at my mom, who had now pulled my dad on to the dance floor and were dancing to YMCA. He laughed
"Your right there!" he said nodding towards them. I gave a nervous laugh.
"Well, I'm staying in the same place so I guess we got something in common." he said.
God that smile. I felt like I was melting.
"Christ. How big is their house?" I asked. It had just come into my head that my parents me and two of my aunts and uncles and god knows how many others were all staying in the same house tonight.
"Did you see the big house on the way into the village?" he said pointing out of the window, even though all you could see was darkness.
"The castle?" I asked.
"Well, I guess it may as well be a castle." he laughed. "well, that's their house."
Now I knew what my brother saw in bird girl. Money. Well... probably
"If you want I'll walk you there when we leave. Make sure you find your way." he said, this time he had a slight jump in his voice. Could he be nervous? I wondered.
"Yeah... um... yeah, ok." I didn't know what to say . This was the stuff that dreams were made of for me.
"So what time you wanna leave?" he asked me. Still wearing that fucking amazing smile.
I looked up at the clock behind the bar it was nearly 3am. "Pretty soon probably."
"Wanna get out of here now?" he asked, I nearly spat my drink out.
"ok. Yeah. I'll just tell my parents." as I turned to walk away, Ben put his hand on my shoulder and let his hand slide down my arm till he couldn't reach me anymore.
What the hell is going? These things don't happen in real life. I thought.
"Mum!... MUM!!"
"Yes honey?" my very drunk mother said as my dad dipped her
"I'm gonna go. I'm...ah... really tired" I said. I'm sure I sounded so false. thank god they were so drunk.
"Ok, Tony. See you in the morning." she called as her and dad whisked across the dance floor.
As I turned to look at Ben, I was trembling. He was already watching me and smiling. He nodded towards the door then started walking toward it. So did I.
We came shoulder to shoulder at the door and made our way out into the car park.
About two minutes later we were walking, unusually slow, across the bridge.
"So where are you from anyway?" he asked me
"A small village near Salisbury." I told him.
"I live around there too. Which village?"
I told him which village I lived in and it turned out he only lived about a fifteen minute drive away from me.
"It's weird that I've never seen u around" I said, thinking , how could I not notice HIM around!
"what bars do u go to when u go out?" he asked me. Suddenly I felt really silly and young.
"well... actually don't really go to any." he looked a little stunned, which made me feel even more stupid.
"How come." he asked, he put his strong grip back onto my shoulder.
"I don't know really. I got friends and we go shopping a lot and hang out at each others houses. But we just don't go to bars."
"Nothing wrong with that. Don't be embarrassed." his grip on my shoulder became a slight squeeze. God he was wonderful, I felt I might faint.
"I'm not embarrassed" I said with a false laugh.
"Yeah right, your faces is totally red." he put his hand to my cheek with a laugh. His face sort of slid into a serious look, and his hand was still on my cheek, his fingers finger tips were sending shivers into my face.
Suddenly his face was moving closer to mine. He was going to kiss me. HE WAS GOING TO KISS ME! I slowly closed my eyes.
I could feel his breath on my lips.
Our lips connected. My body was alive instantly.
My right leg was shaking and I couldn't stop it. He must have felt it.
His tongue was entering my mouth and mine was touching his.
The kiss was so soft. I'd kissed before but I'd never felt like this. I became aware of the hardness in the crotch that was rubbing against my thigh and I'm sure he must have felt mine.
We slowly moved our faces apart and looked into each others eyes. "I wanted you as soon as I saw u in that church." he said. His arms were wrapped around my waist and one of his hands was slightly stroking the top of my ass. And I had my arms around his neck.
"you're fantastic." I said.
Shit! I can't believe I said that. That is the most stupid thing I ever said.
He laughed "You're better." damn, that was an excellent reply. I thought.
Well. I couldn't believe. I was sure that any minute then I would wake up in my bed back home and my brother would be un married and Ben wouldn't exist.
But it wasn't a dream. This was REAL. As we walked up the incredibly large garden, of the `castle' he kissed me again.
This time my hands were moving through the hair at the back of his head and his hands were cupping my ass. I don't know how I got the courage to do it but I slid my hand down between our bodies and squeezed his thick and hard man hood, I could feel it's warmth coming through the fabric of his suit trousers. He moaned lightly into my mouth. And began to lick my lower lip gently.
My own solid dick felt like it may explode.
"Well, I guess I'll have to see you in the morning right. Can't imagine you parents would be happy if they heard us together."
"Yeah, my room Is right next to theirs." I said, with an tone of sadness.
"so is mine." he said "Wow. One room separating us. I'm gonna be thinking about you all night."
"Typical, that the one room separating us, belongs to my parents." I said as he went to kiss my neck. As he made contact I moaned again.
"you wanna go out somewhere tomorrow morning? Like a walk or something." he asked me, that gorgeous smile on his face again.
"absolutely." I wanted nothing more.
"well. I guess the only thing left to say is goodnight." he said as he kissed me again.
Hope you liked this. I know there wasn't any sex in this chapter but there will be. Any way please let me know what you think by emailing me at tonytaylor611@hotmail.com. If I don't get any feed back I won't write the second part. Thanks for reading.