"What's stopping you?" he asked.
"Are you telling me you're gay?"
I was surprised. We had become friends while I was dating Jenny, and he never mentioned it. He seemed like one of the guys. He even told me he hooked up with one of the strippers at my stag party.
"There's only one way to find out," he smiled at me, then stripped off his clothes and was on the bed ass up in seconds winking his hairless butthole at me.
I wasn't about to give him a chance to change his mind. I hadn't cum for a week because I wanted our wedding night to be special. I fucked Bryan hard. I was working out my frustration and anger on his pussy. After shooting two loads into him, though, I began to slow down. "Tell me you like my fucking you," I commanded him.
"I fucking love it," he answered.
"You're my girl now," I announced. "I get you in the breakup. You will tell Jenny you're my girl now, and that you'll take better care of me than she ever could. Then I'll make sure you do just that. In time, I could potentially see us marrying."
"Deal," he said. Just before I pumped my third load into him
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