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Hey, man—

You told me to distract Ethan. Said he was freaking out about the reception—losing it over speeches and dance steps. I figured I’d swing by, lighten the mood with some dumb jokes since you’ve got so much wedding shit on your plate.

I show up around noon, and Ethan’s pacing the living room like he’s about to bolt. Slacks on, shirt half-buttoned, muttering about tripping on stage or forgetting Aunt Linda’s name. Full-on pre-wedding spiral.

I let him ramble, flopped onto the couch, tried to read the vibe. He’s wired. So I toss something out to make him laugh.

“Dude, relax,” I say, grinning. “What, can’t go an afternoon without his cock?”

He rolls his eyes, but a half-smile cracks through. “You’re gross.”

But it’s working—he’s smiling, pacing slower, loosening up.

“You know what he told me?” I say, smirking. “Said you calm down best after sucking on cock. Gets you nice and relaxed.”

Boom. Ears red. He laughs—short, sharp. “Shut the fuck up. No way he said that.”

“Hand to God,” I lie, doubling down, still selling the bit. “Told me to come over and loosen you up. Said I should stick my dick in your mouth.”

He shakes his head, scoffs. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Wanna call him and check?” I say, pulling out my phone, raising my eyebrows. It’s just best-man bullshit.

“Yeah, go for it,” he says, arms crossed. “Let’s watch you be an idiot.”

So I dial. Put you on speaker.

You pick up, sounding distracted. “Hey, what’s up? With the florist, right now.”

I lean in, smirking at Ethan, who’s waiting for me to bomb. “Yo, I’m with your boy. He doesn’t think you sent me to help him loosen up. Thinks I can’t… work him over like you do.” I stressed loosen up seductively.

Ethan shifts. Still smiling, but squirming now. Glancing away.

Then you—fuck, man. I thought you'd caught on and then we could all laugh at me making an asshole of myself.

But your voice comes through, warm, all calm. Talking right to him. “Hey, babe, it’s fine. I trust him to take care of you. He’s got a strong grip—might ease you even better than me honestly, really work you loose.”

I nearly choke. You’re clearly talking massage—you’ve mentioned how he melts under those shoulder rubs—but it sounds exactly like you’re greenlighting him sucking my cock. Ethan’s eyes flick to my hands, then lower, breath catching, fingers twitching in his lap.

I flash a grin, cup my crotch jokingly, playing the bit still.

Then Ethan says—voice softer, shaky—“I don’t know if I can… let him do that. I’ve only ever, you know… relaxed with you.” His eyes meet mine, nervous but searching, like he’s testing if this is for real.

My stomach drops. Wait. He’s buying this? I thought he’d laugh, call me a dumbass and shut it down, but he’s looking at me—still nervous, yeah, but… open. Willing?

And your voice keeps going, sincere, no clue what’s brewing. “Babe, I’m swamped, or I’d be there. His will be no different." I gave Ethan a sly wink.

"Oh! And let him give you those sweet treats. I'd want a recording to see it later.”

My jaw tightens. You’re talking about those cupcakes from the kitchen, probably wanting a video to check the dessert setup for the planners, but it sounds like you’re begging him to swallow my cum and film it for you. I should’ve ended the joke there, burst out laughing, I almost did—but Ethan’s gaze, pure trust and hunger, stops me cold.

"Leave it to me then, I'll take good care of him. Promise."

Click. I hang up.

Now Ethan's on his knees sucking my cock, lips stretched around my dick sucking eager, wet, tongue swirling, salty with precum. He’s never sucked anyone but you before today, and now he’s been savoring mine for the last half hour, moaning, giving me a performance as I record him.