His best girlfriend was getting married and she had asked him to be the âmaidâ of honor, throwing caution to tradition. Korain felt honored. After all, even though he was 27, his Korean features were so delicate and pretty with naturally smooth body and face that he was always mistaken for a teenage girl. He didnât mind. He seemed to get along with girls better than with guys anyways. And he loved his friend and would do anything for her.
Clad in a skintight cream-colored tux and pants, he caught the eye of the outlandishly handsome and tall man of Arabic descent named Tariq. Tariq was the best man. When he saw Korain, who went by Rain, at the rehearsal dinner, he couldnât take his eyes off him. Tariq has never seen a creature more beautiful, alluring, and sensual as Rain, male or female. When Rain gave his toast, his voice was like honey, dripping with sensuality. Tariq couldnât keep from getting hard. He has never done anything with a guy, save for receiving a blowjob here and there. But oddly, he didnât even see Rain as a guy. He was too beautiful to be a guy. That night, he dreamt about having her.
So at the wedding reception, he asked her to dance the obligatory best man-maid of honor dance. While he was 6'3" and she was just 5'6", their bodies seemed to just meld together perfectly on the dance floor. Her smell made him crazy and instantly blood rushed to his manhood. He was sure she felt it and liked it, for she just danced closer and smiled coyly up at him. He wanted to kiss those soft, pink, lip-glossed mounds of flesh. He wanted to take her right there.
But he waited until the flower throwing and seeing the newlyweds off to make his move, all the while adjusting himself slyly. The groom, however, noticed and understood his buddyâs plight. He had always found Rain to be alluring as well. Had it not been for his fiancĂŠ, he wouldnât have minded a night in the hay with him.
âBuddy, you need to take care of that missile in your pants. Hereâs the key to my room. Take her up there after we leave and get that dick wet man. She will love it, I am sure. You are just her type, from what Kate told me,â the groom winked and threw Tariq the key card. So when the time came and the afterparty was about to start, he took her up to the room and undressed her down to her tiny, pink thong. âHot damn!! Did I score,â he thought.
So smooth, warm, soft to the touch. Not a single hair on the body or face. Skin as soft as silk and creamy perfect. He laid her down on the soft bed and got on top of her while kissing her, grinding his cock against her thong covered pussy. Then he slowly moved his way down past her small yet hard penis, lifting and spreading her legs to the side. He pushed the thong up, uncovering her asshole while still keeping her crotch covered.
âDear god!!!,â he gasped. He has never seen pussy so perfect and beautiful. In reality, he knew he was looking at a boyâs asshole. But, he will argue to death with anyone about its primary function. It was deliciously pink, with coin-slit lips, a little swollen, smooth as butter, and soft, smelling of an exotic flower (gardinia maybe?). And above all, it was moist and WET, glistening in the light. How can an asshole be like this? It goes against biology BUT this was a PUSSY!!! In fact, it looked better than a pussy. No mistake. He couldnât wait anymore. He dove right in like a man who has gone without food for days. Oh the sweet nectar of god. He went wild, leaking copious amount of precum into his boxers.
He found the lips to be incredibly soft and pliable, responsive to touch. Rain moaned in heat and grabbed Tariqâs hair, pulling his face closer. Tariq started darting and twisting his tongue inside the hole, going few centimeters in. Then suddenly, he felt a gush of slippery sweet liquid on his tongue, dropping down Rainâs creamy thighs. Rain just came, like a girl!!!! Tariq lost it at that point. Rain moaned aloud to say, âfuck me please, I need you inside meeeeeee.â He went delirious, as if possessed. Moaning and rambling gibberish.
Tariq, without waiting to take of his tux, just open his trouser, pulling it down past his buttocks just enough to free his granite rock and leaking 8 inch cut cock and pendulous balls, spat on it and simply thrusted inside the boy in one push up to the hilt. The sounds escaping from Rain would have made any manâs blood boil.
Tariq thought this must be what heaven feels like. His cock was cradled in the softest, warmest, and wettest channel he had ever been in. Rain just opened up like a flower, no resistance. Yet, the pussy muscles were gripping on to his cock, massaging and coaxing it once inside. He started thrusting in and out, while Rain parted his legs wider to touch his knees to the mattress. Tariq hovered over him, looking deep into his eyes. He was falling for this girl. But he was a player. He doesnât fall in love. Getting out of his reverie, he turned Rain over face down, pussy up with back arched and drove his cock in. He wanted to take her like a bitch now and flood her pussy. The room was filled with sounds of her moaning, his groaning, balls slapping against skin.
Tariq felt Rainâs cunt getting wetter. When Rain pushed back to meet his thrust and gripped his cock, he finally lost it, flooding the pussy with an enormous amount of cum that it leaked out. Dear god!!! That was the best sex he ever hadâŚâŚ..
Afterwards, he got up and zipped up his pants, putting his now semi-hard cock dripping with pussy juices inside. Rain lied motionless on the bed, his body flaccid and sensual, as if he just experienced a great release. Tariq whispered into his ear, âspend the night here with me. I want to take you whole night long.â He kissed him on the lips and left. But not before looking back and thinking 'damn we would make beautiful kidsâŚ.â
As he made his way back to the outdoor afterparty, overlooking the Pacific, glowing in the late afternoon sun, he felt incredibly satisfied. When he caught up to his friends, he bro-hugged them, dodging questions about his temporary disappearance.
âDude, you spilled something on your shirt. Looks like water,â said a friend. Tariq looked down and noticed for the first time that indeed the top area of his white shirt was wet. He rubbed his finger on it and smelled it. HmmmmâŚ..a little slippery. He then tastes it. All of a sudden, he realized what it was and immediately went rock hard. It was Rainâs pussy cum. When he was eating him out and felt the wet liquid, Rain must have squirted and it must of landed on his shirt. DAMN!!! Just like a woman. How can that be possible?? He didnât want to question it. All he wanted to do was go back up to the room and fuck the little slut and make her his woman. And thatâs exactly what he did. Maybe he can really put a baby inside her after all. Who knows? Anything is possible now.


















