Wedding Heat: Hole In One (MMM) (5 page)

“Oh god,” Joey whimpered, wishing he sounded
rougher, tougher. “Fuck yeah, Greg. Stroke it.”

Remi’s fingers dug into Joey’s ass cheeks so
hard he was sure they’d leave bruises. “Hey, what about me? Should
I just drop you and walk away?”

“No, no!” Joey cried, like the threat was
real. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

“Hard like this?” Remi taunted, driving his
dick into Joey’s asshole, reaming it like pain didn’t exist. “Or
harder?”

If it wasn’t for Greg’s mind-melting hand
job, Joey probably couldn’t have taken the pounding. There was
something about the mixture of bliss and searing pressure that made
everything perfect. The kiss and the tug and the fuck melded
together until he couldn’t hold out.

“I’m gonna fucking come!” Joey cried,
rocking back against Remi’s hips and forward into Greg’s hand.

“Yeah, me too!” Remi’s urgent grunts rattled
through Joey’s body. The flap of Greg’s hand on his dick made him
writhe and moan.

Remi tightened his grip on Joey’s ass. Greg
wrapped one hand around his sensitive balls, and that was it. He
was done. Galaxies rolled across his field of vision as he clenched
his eyes shut. The pleasure was so immense he really didn’t think
he could handle it, but Greg was slathering fresh cum all over his
dick as Remi erupted in his ass. He couldn’t push the pleasure
away. It was too present, too immediate. It shocked through his
body in centralized zaps, making him arch and cry way too
loudly.

Greg cackled and slapped his belly. “Shut
your fucking mouth! You’re gonna get us caught.”

“I thought we already did get caught,” Joey
replied, gazing up into Remi’s blissful face.

“Hey, I’m not gonna tell on you,” Remi said,
his breath raging after their shared orgasm. “My bosses wouldn’t
exactly be happy if they knew I spent my working hours sucking and
fucking in the bush.”

With another piercing cackle, Greg asked,
“Come here often, do you?”

Remi laughed as he put on his clothes. Then
he picked up the golf club, which still had a condom on the end of
it, and said, “I’m taking my balls and going home. See you around,
boys!”

Joey watched in disbelief as the guy walked
away. “I can’t…” He looked at Greg, who didn’t seem half so
stunned. “Can you… can you believe that all just happened?”

“Sure I can.” Greg stood
up, still naked but for his godawful socks and cleats. “I used to
run into Remi at the clubs before he started this summer job—in
the
gay
clubs,
not the golf clubs.”

“I don’t think you’d have much luck in
either wearing socks like those.”

“Fuck you!” Greg teased, throwing Joey’s
clothes at his head.

“Awww, I don’t want to get dressed yet.” He
was feeling silly now, lost in the wild, ecstatic bliss of orgasm.
“You’re not my daddy. You can’t make me.”

Breathing through his hand, Greg did a Darth
Vader impression: “Joey, I am your father!”

A giggle rose through Joey’s belly, and he
laughed like a little girl. “Oh my god, I fucking love you,
man.”

Greg’s expression fell, and Joey stopped
laughing. The woods seemed quiet now. No birdsongs, no squirrels
rustling under dried needles and leaves. Just the two of them, and
this gaping statement like an open wound.

“Do you have a boyfriend back home?” Joey
asked in a sudden burst of anxiety. He wondered if he’d been duped,
or just plain stupid, and still he was too exhausted to move from
his stone ledge.

“Seriously?” Greg laughed. “If I had a
boyfriend, don’t you think I would have brought him to my cousin’s
wedding?”

“No,” Joey shot back, feeling petulant and
juvenile, but not caring. “It’s a family wedding. You came with
your family. Just give me a straight answer.”

Greg popped a hip and rolled a wrist.
“Honey, I can’t give you a straight anything… unless it’s in your
ass.”

The quip sent a surge of rage through Joey’s
chest, and when he shot up from the moss bed, Greg flinched. “Just
answer the fucking question, Greg. Is there another guy or isn’t
there?”

“Okay, jeeze, I’m sorry!” Greg kicked his
feet into his underwear and pant legs, then unfolded his shirt.
“Yeah, well, there are a couple guys I see sometimes, but it’s not
like they’re… I mean, you want a yes or no answer? No, I don’t have
a boyfriend. I…” He pulled his top over his head, shoving it into
his pants with obvious frustration. “I only met you yesterday!”

A glimmer of sunlight reached through the
leafy treetops to gently stroke Joey’s cheek. His heart slowed.
Nature’s warm caress calmed him enough that he could really stop
and think about what was going on between him and Greg.

“I was a fucking
virgin
until yesterday.”
Joey smirked at Greg to assure him the anger had faded. “I don’t
want to come off all clingy or whatever, but it’s kind of a big
thing that you were my first.”

Greg looked so serious Joey actually felt
worried, though he couldn’t pinpoint why. In those awful golf
clothes, he sat beside Joey, so close they were almost touching,
and said, “Nobody’s ever told me they loved me before. Not even my
mother…”

Greg looked away, rubbing his face against
the short sleeve of his shirt. He’d built such a fabulous wall of
sarcastic bitchiness around himself that it hadn’t occurred to Joey
he might have deep longings. This was about so much more than the
two of them, more than jealousy or sex, more than romantic
love.

“Sometimes people feel things they don’t
say,” Joey told Greg. He wasn’t used to being the consoler, and he
wasn’t sure if his words made any difference, but what else did he
have to offer? “Like, okay, you met my sister Vanessa. She’s the
coolest, bravest, awesomest person I know and do you think I’ve
ever told her that? Hell no! It’s just not the way we are.”

Greg swallowed hard and
then laughed, looking hopefully into Joey’s eyes. “She couldn’t
possibly be cooler, braver, and awesomer than
me
?”

Joey chuckled, shaking his head. “No way,
buddy.” He gave Greg a shove before rising meekly to his feet. “You
take the fucking cake.”

Greg pressed his incredibly soft lips to
Joey’s. They held that innocent pose, breathing together, and
inhaling into a fuller, more luscious kiss.

“Speaking of cake, you’d better throw your
clothes on.” Greg slapped Joey’s ass, sending a ripple of lust
through his exhausted body. “We gotta get dressed for my cousin’s
wedding party thing.”

“You mean
my
cousin’s wedding
party thing,” Joey teased as he heaved his pants on.

“Hey, so we never did
settle that issue,” Greg said as they wove their way through the
wooded path, back toward the pro shop and the exit. “When your
cousin marries my cousin, does that make
us
cousins, or…”

“Yeah, like we need to get any kinkier.”
Joey ran ahead, catching mottled rays of light through the
treetops. “I think getting fucked by a golf club is as kinky as I
ever need to be.”

Greg laughed as he chased Joey through the
woods. He smacked Joey’s poor tired ass like life was as simple as
a game of tag. “I fucking love you,” he said before darting up the
path.

The End

ABOUT GISELLE RENARDE

Eroticist Giselle
Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to
more than 50 short story anthologies, and author of dozens of
electronic and print books, including 
Anonymous, Ondine
,
and 
The Red Satin
Collection
. Giselle lives across from a
park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

Ms. Renarde’s
anthology
My Mistress’ Thighs: Erotic
Transgender Fiction and Poetry
received an
Honourable Mention in the 2011 Rainbow Awards. She is a contributor
to Tristan Taormino’s Lambda Award-winning book
Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer
Erotica
, as well as such notable
anthologies as Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica,
Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance.

Online, Giselle has contributed erotic
content to such websites as For The Girls, Ruthie's Club,
Three Pillows, Oysters & Chocolate, The Erotic Woman, Every
Night Erotica, Frequently Felt, Whipped Cream, Long and Short
Romance, and Every Day Poets.

Other Titles in Giselle Renarde’s
Wedding Heat series include:

Wedding Heat: One in the
Hand

Wedding Heat: Two in the
Bush

Wedding Heat: Skinny
Dipping

Wedding Heat: Pretty
Cousin

Wedding Heat: MILF of the
Groom

Wedding Heat: If the Shoes
Fit

For news, updates, and special
offers, visit the Wedding Heat website:

http://weddingheat.wordpress.com/

If you enjoyed
Wedding Heat: Hole In One,
you might
also enjoy:

By Giselle
Renarde

Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that
make this wedding sizzle!

Joey’s a virgin. That’s not the sort of thing
he’d admit to most people, but when he meets Greg at his cousin
Maggie’s luxury woodland wedding retreat, he finds himself freely
admitting to this embarrassing quality. Joey and Greg hit it off
right away, teasing and taunting each other, but when Greg casually
mentions that he’s gay, Joey isn’t sure how to react… not until a
bunch of the guys strip naked for midnight skinny dipping in the
man-made lake. Something tells Joey he won’t be a virgin for
long!

WARNINGS: This title contains graphic
language, explicit gossip, naked guys and gay sex.

Excerpt from
Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping
:

“What about you?” Greg asked. “You ever
knocked a girl up?”

“Yeah right.” They very idea made Joey
laugh. “Not even close.”

“Ahh, you’re a virgin,” Greg said,
understandingly, not goading or teasing.

“Yeah.” Joey would have lied to anybody
else, but there was something about Greg, maybe just the fact that
he was gay, that made it easy to be honest. “Are you?”

“What do you think?”

Something touched Joey’s dick underwater,
and he jumped, squealing like a little kid. “Oh my god, what was
that?”

“My hand, you dumb fuck.” Greg shook his
head, and Joey laughed, feeling like a total idiot. “No wonder
you’re still a virgin.”

This time when Greg found his cock
underwater, Joey didn’t squeal or squirm. He turned to face Greg,
holding the guy’s shoulder to steady himself. When Greg wrapped a
fist around the base of his shaft, his thighs and ass muscles
tensed. His breath staggered now, rattling in his chest before
bursting past his lips.

“I’m not really…” Joey stopped himself,
trying to figure out what he wanted to say. “I mean, it’s not every
day I’m attracted to someone. I’m not like that.”

The way Greg nodded, it seemed like he
understood better than Joey did. God, it felt good the way Greg
stroked his dick—firm, hard, forceful but not rough. Rough would
come later. Joey always liked to work up to the ultimate
sensation.

“I’ve got your cock,” Greg said. “Don’t you
want to touch mine?”

YOU’VE REACHED

“THE END!”

BUY THIS AND MORE TITLES AT

www.eXcessica.com

eXcessica’s
YAHOO
GROUP

groups.yahoo.com/group/eXcessica/

Check us out for updates about eXcessica
books!

WRITE A REVIEW!

Readers, in the age of ebooks, remember that
you are in control of separating the good from the bad, the wheat
from the chaff.

Please take a moment to go back to the site
where you purchased this book and leave your opinion, however
lengthy or brief, about it.

You can also go to larger sites (Amazon,
Barnes and Noble, GoodReads) and leave your reviews there as well,
whether you made your purchase on their site or not.

Make your vote count! Your opinion will help
other readers make their future purchasing decisions in regards to
ebooks.