Lust Triangles: You're Making A Mistake

Brock Banks is fixing his cuffs and straightening his tux in front of the mirror when his straight best man Reese Rideout gives his shoulder a reassuring slap. "You look fucking perfect for your big day," Reese says, though something tense sits behind his grin. Brock jokes he’ll find Reese a bridesmaid to blow off steam with later, and Reese drops the bomb: he doesn’t want girls. He only wants Brock. Brock freezes—Reese is claiming love and calling the wedding a mistake—but there’s heat crackling between them. They’ve got an hour. Brock admits he’s wanted this too, then gives in. They kiss hard, pawing over their shirts, unbuttoning just enough to taste skin and grope hard cocks through dress pants. A knock at the door—Vincent, the groom, staying on the other side. Brock shoos Reese behind cover, promises he’ll be right out, and Vincent leaves none the wiser. The second the door shuts they’re on each other again. Brock drops to his knees, throat working Reese’s thick cock, then Reese returns the favor, sucking dick for the first time and loving it. They strip fast. Reese bends Brock over the bathroom sink and fucks him doggystyle, every thrust making the mirror rattle. Another knock—Vincent stepping inside—so Brock hides while Reese spins a quick lie about a missing cufflink. Vincent buys it and goes. They jump right back to it: Reese pounding Brock again until he paints those round ass cheeks with cum. Sweaty, satisfied, Brock decides he has to tell Vincent the wedding’s off. Later, Brock and Vincent sit on the bed and it turns out Vincent wants out too. Relief hits. They kiss, clothes fly, and they trade blowjobs before Vincent plants himself on all fours. Brock rims that tight hole, then drives in deep—doggystyle, then Vincent riding cowboy on the bed, then missionary while Vincent strokes himself. Both guys finish with heavy, throbbing loads, ending the day—and every bad decision—with one long, satisfied sigh.