Memories Of Love

He walked down the aisle, looking handsome in his tuxedo. Our eyes met, and his lips tugged into a smile. I knew what he was thinking, because I was thinking the same thing. We were both thinking about one shared night of passion.

About 6 years ago, Matt and I were college roommates. The original odd couple it seemed, I was gay and fussy; he was straight and messy. The only reason I didn’t kill him was because I wanted his cock so bad that I could taste it. It didn’t help matters that he walked around our dorm room in boxers that left nothing to the imagination. That was when he decided to cover himself at all; many times he would just prance around the dorm room completely naked.

One particular night, he walked out of the bathroom and his boxers were tented away from his body. My eyes were drawn to his body, especially the luscious part that seemed to be asking for my lips to be wrapped around it. He threw his phone on his bed and sighed, “That stupid bitch canceled on me again. I guess I have to jerk off tonight.” He was supposed to go out with one of the cheerleaders, but I had an inkling that it wasn’t going to happen because she was also dating the quarterback of the football team.

He pushed his underwear to the floor, this was not something abnormal. He often got naked in front of me; it was as if he wanted to tempt me with his long, thick cock. Like a porn star he began stroking his cock, not caring that I was watching the show he was putting on. Then I thought that maybe he wanted me to enjoy his show that it turned him on, knowing that it was making me horny. “You know most people would do that after their roommate went to bed.”

“Yeah but most people’s roommates don’t want to fuck them.” He crooked his finger at me, and something forced me out of my chair. My eyes never left his cock, my own stiffened at the thought of what was to come. Before I knew what was happening I was down on my knees in front of him, his cock in my mouth. He was played with my nipple as I took his cock deeper into my throat. I ran my tongue across the head of his cock, when I did that he pinched my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. “That feels so good!”

A blow job was not good enough for Matt, he wanted more and I was more than willing to give him what he wanted. He pushed me onto his bed and lifted my ass into the air and entered me. He pushed the entire length of his cock into me without waiting to see if I was OK. There was something hot about the way he was taking what he wanted. His pumping was steady and soon I felt myself begin to orgasm, and he followed shortly after. He grinned, “Don’t get any ideas, I’m not a homo.”

“Do you take this man to be your husband?” The Priest’s voice snapped me out of the memory. I caught Matt looking at me, and we smiled at one another.

“I do.” Matt whispered. I sighed, this man had broken my heart many times over the years, but somehow he always found a way to mend it. Every time I swore that I was done with him, he always found a way to win his way back into my heart. Another memory grabbed a hold of me, one that I had hoped that would forever be forgotten.

“Why are you so surprised?” Matt asked as I furiously flung clothes into my suitcase. I had caught him giving his number to some woman at the bar. After he had just got done telling me that he wanted me to move in with him, I could not believe what I saw. “I never said that I was gay, or that we were a couple.”

“No, you take every person home to meet your parents. You give everyone a commitment ring.” I took the offending jewelry off my hand and tossed it at him. One night after a vicious argument he had pulled my ring out of his pocket and said that he wanted me to be his, that he didn’t like other guys looking at me or vice versa. He grabbed me by the shoulder and forced his mouth on top of mine. It never failed, every time he showed his dominant side I faltered. All of the blood left my brain and rushed down to my head, the one below the waist.

Soon our clothes were on the floor, I was pushed onto the bed and he was inside of me. His cock was like a piston inside of my ass. He forced my legs further apart and began pumping inside of me faster and faster. This was not the first time that we had break up or make up sex, but it was the first time that it felt like I would die if I lost him. As he pumped inside of me, I felt the passion build inside of me as the frustration fell out of my mind.

His balls began to tighten and I knew that meant that he was close to orgasm. For some reason that turned me on more than anything else, I closed my eyes and let my hormones do the thinking for me. Soon after, my cock began to spit out my orgasm without being touched.

Matt grinned at me as he began to orgasm inside of me. When he finished he collapsed onto me and brought me into his arms and kissed me. “Are we good now?”

“Brett, do you take this man to be your husband, to have and to hold, for better and worse?” The Priest and Matt looked at me expectantly. “From this day forward?”

The break up memory had me wanting to say no, to walk away from this ceremony. Instead I answered the way that I knew I should, the way that I wanted to. “I do.”