Photo Story #12 (Patreon)

From the second I'd arrived at the wedding venue, I'd been hypnotised. He was in his late twenties with a handsome face and a cheeky smile that made me melt. Not to mention his toned body encased in a fitted light grey suit. 

I was obsessed from first sight. 

During the ceremony, I couldn't take my eyes off of him; the way his blonde hair glowed in the lights, the way his suit pants dug into his thighs, the way his smile lit up his face like the Fourth of July. 

I wasted no time in trying to identify him, but none of my friends seemed to know. 

After the ceremony, we were ushered outside to the grounds for champagne and photos. I immediately went to him, unable to stop myself from giving him a smile and asking his name. 

"I'm Ty," he said with that cheeky grin. "I'm actually just a plus one for my friend, Emma. I don't know anyone here." 

I gave him my name and held out a hand for him to shake. 

He had no problem chatting to a stranger and I was on my third glass of champagne by the time the photos were finished and we were summoned for the meal. 

I asked him if he'd be interested in a drink and a dance later on. 

"Sure, I could be up for that." 

That grin again, so alluring! 

I watched his cute butt in his tight suit pants as he walked off to find his friend, Emma. My dick hardened in my snug briefs and I promised myself that he'd be mine by the end of the night. 

Dinner passed in a haze of wine, food, toasts and laughter. 

But my eyes remained fixed on Ty, his lips stained with red wine, his laughter floating to my ears like the most hypnotic melody. 

Once the final plates were cleared, the band started up and people flocked to the floor. I didn't hesitate, jumping up from my seat and heading over to Ty as he stood and removed his suit jacket. His eyes met mine as he draped it over his chair, before he rolled up the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt, revealing forearms that I wanted to pin to a wall. 

"I believe you owe me a dance," I said when I was within earshot. 

"I'm all yours,' he said, his pupils blown from the alcohol. 

I grabbed his hand and it was warm and strong. He followed me obediently to the dance floor, his thumb occasionally brushing the back of my hand. 

"I hope you can lead," he said with another cheeky grin that made my dick twitch. 

I grabbed his hips and growled against his ear as I pulled him close. 

"It would appear you can," he murmured, his soft lips brushing my earlobe. 

One dance turned into two, and before I knew it, an hour had passed. My shirt was stuck to my chest with sweat and Ty looked equally flushed and dishevelled. 

"I know how we can cool off," I said as I grabbed his hand again and led him towards the double doors out to the gardens. 

As soon as we were somewhere a short distance from the building, I pulled him close to me and kissed him, my dick throbbing as I finally got to taste this beautiful man. He groaned into my mouth as my tongue danced with his, my hands sliding down his waist until I fumbled with his belt and popped the button and then the zipper on his suit pants. 

His brief clad bulge burst free from the tight confines of his suit pants, and my mouth filled with saliva as I looked down at his impressive mound. 

I wrapped my hand around it. "Mine." 

He merely nodded, closing the distance between us and pressing that bulge against my own as the kissing resumed. 

It was going to be quite the night!