Tying The Knot - Part 1

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All characters are 18+

I had the wedding day jitters, and it wasn't even my wedding day, yet. My best friend Rocko was over, it made it easier for us to all leave for the church together the next morning anyway, but I was glad of the company.

"I can't believe little Joshy's getting married" my buddy joked, cracking a beer for me, and one for himself. "You're all grown up".

"When are you going to pop the question?" I smirked, savouring the taste as I gulped.

"When hell freezes over, my man" Rocko laughed, "plus, Sarah ain't that type of girl. She doesn't like all that flowery shit".

Rocko and I had been friends since we were in diapers, and twenty four years later, we were still just as close. We'd been through a lot together, so he'd always been first in line for Best Man. He was a very handsome guy, though he rarely let anybody see that with his untamed beard and long, surfer like blond hair. Tonight however, he looked great. The two of us had spent the day being driven from groomer to salon by my sister, in an attempt to make us somewhat presentable for my big day. I had to admit, Rocko looked like a new man.

I wasn't bad looking myself, though my hair was jet black and my eyes much darker than his. We'd both been quite fit in high school, but Rocko had a baby now, and I worked a stressful job, so we only managed to workout together once or twice a week. Regardless, we somehow managed to retain decent bodies.

"Cheers to your last night as a free man" Rocko grinned, and we tipped our beer cans together.

"I've been with Andrea for six years, bro" I scoffed, "I haven't been free since I was eighteen!'

Once I'd said it, it seemed to hit me. My entire adult life so far had been spent with Andrea. I loved her more than I'd ever loved anyone before, but it didn't make the feeling any less bitter.

"That's gotta suck, dude" Rocko said, but he wasn't smiling anymore. "I mean, I know you two are like... In love and shit, but don't you feel you've missed out on all the other chicks you could have had?"

I scoffed, though it wasn't very convincing.

"Come on, man" he pressed, "how many girls have you fucked other than Andrea? Three, four?"

I didn't answer and Rocko paused.

"You're fucking with me?" He gasped, "no fucking way is Andrea the only girl you've fucked!"

"I was young when we got together" I growled.

"You were eighteen! You know how many girls I'd slept with by then?"

"Yeah" I nodded, "you told me every time you did".

Rocko grinned to himself.

"Well there's nothing I can do about that now, is there?" I sighed, and Rocko sat back on the sofa.

"Maybe there is" he said, and slurped from his beer can.

I glanced over at him, and noticed the curl to his lip. Rocko had always been a mischievous little shit, but I hadn't been much different. His arm hung over the back of the chair, and his other one rested on his knee. I watched as he slowly brought his hand toward his shorts.

"I mightn't be a girl" he shrugged, slipping his hand inside, "but there's no way you can tie the knot without ever even trying something different".

My brow furrowed as I stared at my best friend. He was a joker, sure, but I could tell instantly that there was nothing comical in what he said.

"Dude" I almost gasped, "you know... You know you're a guy? And I'm a guy?"

He smirked.

"We're not like... At that experimental age anymore, you realise that right?" Despite my questioning, I couldn't help but keep my eyes on the bump of his hand under his shorts.

"Oh grow up, bro" Rocko sniggered, "we're both adults, who gives a fuck?"

I wasn't sure how to answer him. I continued to stare at his crotch, and he continued to stare at me.

"So what do you say, man?" He smirked, "wanna see what you're missing out on?"

My eyes widened as Rocko lowered the front of his shorts. I felt my heart speed up, and strangely, my own dick began to twitch to life. He pulled a fleshy pole from his underwear and held it in his hand. I'd never even considered what another dick would look like before, other than my own, but I couldn't help but admire what I was looking at.

It was quite long, with a wet, pink helmet and a loose foreskin that hugged the middle of it. Veins bulged from the shaft, and at the bottom, a clump of sandy coloured pubic hair littered his groin.

"Come on, bro" he pressed, sliding the skin back further, "live a little".