The Wedding

By Mathis B Rogers

Shawn Dennison agrees to be Best Man at his best friend's wedding. He is surprised who the bride turns out to be. This eBook contains Adult content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mathis B Rogers
• Release date: Mar 31, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458035400

Mathis B Rogers

Mathis B. Rogers was born in Shamrock, Texas, and was raised all over the Texas Panhandle and South Plains of West Texas.He began writing when he was thirteen and while working the Night Audit (graveyard shift) for motels, he was able to be very prolific. Mathis enjoys writing and when someone asks him how to write, he replies, "It's just daydreaming and writing it down."

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The Wedding

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Mathis B. Rogers

Copyright 2011 Mathis B. Rogers

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How do I look, Shawn?

I turned to look at the man who had spoken. His black hair was neatly combed. His brown eyes sparkled as he looked at me with a look of worried expectation. His deep tan contrasted nicely with the white tux that looked made to fit his six foot, muscular frame. He was a hunk but I couldn't tell him that. And it wasn't the presence of the sales person who was preventing me from telling him, either. I had told him how I felt about him once and I almost lost him as a friend. I would never do that again.

You look great, Marc, I said, trying to force a smile that covered up my pain. Sherry's a lucky woman.

Marc took a step toward me and put his strong hand on my shoulder.

Thanks for being my best man, Shawn, he said, softly, ignoring the presence of the sales person. You really are my best friend. I know that it's going to be hard on you to stand up with me tomorrow, but I really do appreciate you doing it.

I'm glad you chose me to do it, I replied. I took a step away from him, but he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into his arms and hugged me.

I love you, Shawn, he whispered against my ear. Not the way you need me to, but I do love you.

My body trembled at his touch and I melted into his warm strong arms as I breathed in the aroma of the cologne I had given him for Christmas. I wanted to tell him again how much I loved him, but I couldn't; not after what had happened the last time.

Marc and I had been thrown together as roommates at the local university three years before. He had transferred in from another city. Having been born and raised in Canton, I had spent my first two years of college at Canton University. We were both in our Junior year. Of course, I fell in love with him at first sight, but didn't dare tell him that I was gay or found him attractive. Marc loved to come back to our room after a long evening of studying and take a hot shower and then lounge around the room either in a pair of tight bikini underwear or just a towel wrapped around his muscular waist.

If he just wore the towel, he'd take it off after getting into bed and sleep nude. I had an earlier class than he did, so I usually got up before Marc. Since our room was warm, most mornings his cover would have slipped off, exposing his sometimes erect member. If he wore his tight briefs, his hard organ would poke out of the waistband. There weren't many mornings I didn't get to see it.

I would get up and go to the bathroom for my shower. On most mornings, he would get up and come into the bathroom to relieve himself and sometimes I'd just be getting out of the shower when he came in. He never made any move to cover himself up and I was relieved that I was always able to enjoy the view of his member without getting a hard on of my own.

A few weeks before Marc and I graduated, he suggested that since we got along so well, that we should rent an apartment together. I had been worrying that I might never see him again after graduation, so I jumped at the offer. We found a nice two bedroom one bath apartment and moved in the week after graduation.

Marc had met Sherry a couple of months after we graduated and they hit it off very good. I liked Sherry, but was very jealous of their relationship. Marc told me that she said she was a virgin and was saving herself for when she got married.

I never told Marc that I was gay, but after he started dating Sherry, I noticed that he started getting friendlier toward me. If I was sitting on the couch watching TV or something, he would sit down next to me and stretch out, making sure our upper arms touched. If I was in the kitchen cooking, he would put his hand on my arm and look over my shoulder to see what I was making. After a few weeks of this, he began hugging me before he left to go anywhere.

Since we only had one bathroom and we both worked from eight to five, he still came