Warning: This is a fictional story, describing erotic relations between consenting adult men. If this makes you uncomfortable, or if it is illegal for you to read something like this, then please do not proceed.
The following story is entirely a work of fiction, and is not intended to imply anything about any real people. All of the events in this story are fictional, and must not be confused with the real events surrounding Madonna's wedding to Guy Ritchie.
It was just a few days before Christmas, but nobody was thinking about opening holiday gifts, caroling, or kissing under the mistletoe. Today, December 22, 2000 was all about the wedding of the year. Perhaps it was to be the wedding of the decade. The world press clamored for any picture, any tiny story about the events surrounding the wedding of Guy Ritchie and Madonna, but little was released. In fact, less was released about the wedding than we may have ever known.
It was about 4:30 p.m. in the afternoon and Guy Ritchie was standing on a footstool as his tailor Robert made last minute adjustments to Guy's MacIntosh Hunting tartan and kilt.
"I wasn't sure if this was going to fit me well," said Guy. "My father had it flown in. This kilt pouch was my grandfather's. I hope it keeps everything inside." The pouch is used to keep the kilt from opening and exposing what lies beneath, since men don't wear anything under the kilt.
"Good Lord," thought Robert who was kneeling below Guy, "he's going to need more than a simple pouch to hold that monster in!" Robert couldn't help but admire Guy's enormous penis. It must have been at least six inches when it was limp, not to mention fat. Robert could only imagine how large it would grow when fully erect. He was sure that Guy not only needed to be well endowed, but a masterful lover as well, to keep the Material Girl happy.
"Are you almost done down there?," asked Guy who was anxious to relax for a few minutes before the wedding ceremony.
"Uh . almost," replied Robert. "Are you comfortable sir?"
"I've got to be honest, this thing is making my dick itch," said Guy. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to take it for the whole wedding, or through the rest of the evening for that matter."
"Would you prefer to wear undergarments sir?," asked Robert.
"No," replied Guy. "This is traditional, and I think it's better if I stick to it. You can leave."
Robert gathered his sewing equipment and left the room. Guy walked over to a private bar and made himself a vodka and tonic. "In two hours, I'm going to be married to one of the most famous women in the world," Guy thought to himself. "Make that the most famous woman in the world." How else could he have Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Gwyneth Paltrow, Sting, Elton John, and scores of other world-renowned celebrities at his wedding?
The guests had arrived a few days before and were housed in cabins located around Skibo Castle, where the wedding was to take place. "I'm getting married in a castle!," the 32 year old acclaimed writer-director thought. Just as Guy stood in the room, reflecting on his impending wedding there was a knock at the door.
"Guy?," a familiar voice called out. "You in there?"
"Brad?" guy asked. "Come in man."
It was Brad Pitt, the star of Guy's new film "Snatch." Guy and Brad became close on the set of the film, exchanging more than just lines a few nights in Brad's trailer. Guy beamed when he saw Brad, who he was sure was one of the most strikingly beautiful men Guy had ever laid eyes upon. Guy, like Brad, played it straight in public, but both men acknowledged to one another that they enjoyed sleeping with men when the opportunity presented itself.
"It's really good to see you," said Brad, giving Guy a warm embrace. "Jesus, look at this outfit, you look great."
"I guess I couldn't just wear a tuxedo to something like this, eh?" said Guy.
"Right," said Brad. Brad and Guy stared into each others eyes for a few moments, then Brad leaned in and kissed Guy tenderly on the lips. Brad's tongue lightly swept between Guy's lips for just a moment. Guy felt himself getting excited and feared that his erection would be very noticeable under the kilt.
"Do you want to" -
"Wait," said Brad, "I, uh, asked someone to meet us here . I wanted to introduce you to somebody I met just yesterday."
"Who?," asked Guy, confused.
Just then, to Guy's astonishment, Tom Cruise appeared at the door. Guy's face became flush as he walked straight over to Tom and extended his hand. "Oh my . I don't know what to say . I am such an admirer of your work."
"Thank you," said Tom. "I met Brad last night and I asked if he would introduce me to you. I really have admired your work as well."
Brad walked over to the door to the room, closed it, then locked it. "Boys, boys, let's forget the pleasantries. A wedding is going to be taking place in less than ninety minutes. We don't have a whole lot of time."
Brad walked over to an old desk in the room and leaned against it as he opened his jacket. He began to move his hands across his chest, rubbing his pecs, his stomach, and down to his crotch. Tom and Guy stood there watching, as Brad exchanged long stares with both of them, his mouth gaping open like a man hungry for sex. Brad unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing that he, like Guy, decided it would be best to not wear underwear today.
Brad was well endowed himself, coming in at about eight inches. He grabbed his dick through the front of his pants and began to pull slowly on his meat (which was now fully erect). Tom and Guy were rubbing their own engorged crotches as they watched Brad put on a show for both of them.
"I need my cock sucked," said Brad now with one hand rubbing his stiff dick, while his other hand began snapping open the buttons on his shirt. "Why don't both of you come over here and help me out."
Not needing to be prodded at all, Guy and Tom moved quickly to their knees in front of Brad. Tom took the head of Brad's rock hard cock into his mouth. Guy moved below Brad's crotch and began sucking on his nuts.
"Oh God . you guys feel so goddamn good," cried Brad. He took both hands and grabbed Tom's head tightly as he thrusted his cock into Tom's face. Guy continued to suck more and more of Brad's large ball sac into his mouth as Tom swallowed Brad deeper into his throat.
Tom moved up and down on Brad's cock until his nose pressed into Brad's pubic hair. "Take it all man," said Brad. Guy began to move from Brad's balls, licking his way back until his tongue found Brad's welcoming asshole. "Oh, be my guest Guy," sighed Brad. Guy pressed his face hard into Brad's ass as he moved to squeeze his tongue deeper into Brad.
Brad was fucking Tom's face harder and faster, but Tom wasn't about to let go of the beautiful cock that was almost ready to spray hot cum down his throat. Brad now had one hand grasping Tom's head and another pushing Guy's face deeper into his ass. "Oh Guy, keep it up!," yelled Brad. "I'm going to cum so hard!" And with that Brad bent over and sprayed shot after shot of hot cum down Tom's throat, while Guy kept eating Brad's asshole.
"Shit," said Brad, "you suck good cock!" Brad pulled Tom up from his knees and began to kiss him passionately, tasting some of his own cum that was still in Tom's mouth. "You taste good," Brad laughed. Tom took a hold of Brad's semi-erect cock and gave it a little squeeze. As some more cum oozed out of the tip, Tom rubbed his thumb in it and brought it up to Brad's lips. Brad sucked the remainder of his cum off of Tom's palm.
Guy stood up behind Brad and began to rub his stiff cock against Brad's asshole. "Now it's your turn," said Guy.
"Wait, wait," stopped Brad. "I can't have anal sex . if Jennifer found out she'd fucking leave me."
"It's too late for that," replied Guy who was already beginning to press the tip of his cock into Brad's saliva-lubed ass. Guy had a strong grip around Brad, who was still pretty dazed from his orgasm. "It's my wedding day, and what I say goes. Besides . ohhh, shit . you're ass is so warm . besides, you started this."
"Tom, stop . ugh . stop him," pleaded Brad in vain. However, Tom already had his pants down holding his fully erect dick inches from Brad's face.
"I don't think so" said Tom who started to press his own eight inch cock against Brad's lips. "I ate your cock Brad, it's time you returned the favor . open your mouth." Brad opened his mouth as he gasped for air. Guy was beginning to fuck Brad more quickly, pressing almost all of his nine hard inches into Brad's ass. Brad knew it was hopeless to attempt to escape or deny Guy and Tom their desires, so he let in.
Brad was an experienced cocksucker and he was ready to show Tom what he knew as he moved his face forward into Tom's pelvis. Tom threw off his coat and shirt as he pressed deeper into Brad's mouth, and Brad grabbed Tom's hard ass to pull him closer. "Suck my cock, Brad, suck the whole thing." Brad's tongue moved all around Tom's cock as Tom moved his hands furiously over Brad's back.
Guy slowed down his thrusts into Brad's ass to keep from cumming too quickly. He had never fucked a guy as beautiful as Brad before; while on the set of "Snatch" it was Brad who was doing most of the fucking. Guy lowered his torso on top of Brad and pulled himself close and began to kiss the back of Brad's sweaty neck as he continued to fuck him. Guy reached down and began to stroke Brad's cock, which had grown again to full length and was releasing more of Brad's delicious cum. Guy began to lick his fingers to taste the cum he had gotten to know so well only a few months ago while the two were shooting in England.
"Oh Christ, I'm gonna cum," yelled out Tom who pulled his cock out of Brad's mouth quickly to spray his hot juice all over Brad's back. Tom's cum landed everywhere though. It sprayed onto Brad's face, onto his back and all over guy chest and shoulders as Guy was still fucking Brad. Feeling his own cock about to blow, Guy began to thrust faster into Brad as he began to lick Tom's cum off of Brad's back and what he could find on the side of Brad's face.
"How do you like having your ass fucked?" cried out Guy pumping his hips more eagerly. "I'm gonna cum in your ass Brad . ohhh . yeah." Guy shot out streams of hot cum into Brad and continued to pound into his ass until every drop was released from his cock. Guy felt like he was going to fall over as he removed his dick from Brad. Guy leaned against the desk as he tried to catch his breath.
Brad, turned around to face Guy as Tom moved directly behind him, grabbing Brad's still rock hard dick. Tom pulled him close as he furiously pounded Brad's meat, which was about to explode at any second. With his arms behind him, Brad pulled Tom closer as he worked on Brad's dick. "Oh fuck," yelled Brad suddenly shooting shot after shot of cum across Guy's chest. Guy, still leaning against the desk let Tom and Brad lick all the fresh warm cum off his panting body.
The three spent a few minutes exploring each other and kissing, before they decided they had better get their clothes back on and freshen up for the wedding which was set to take place in another fifteen minutes.
"Thank you both," said Guy, "I don't know how to thank you."
Brad smiled and said, "Invite us to your first anniversary."
***I wrote this really quickly and would appreciate any comments if possible. Thanks!