This story was originally appeared in the May 1994 issue of Mandate. Though it may not be the best Jonathan Asche story ever published, it was the first and is included here solely for sentimental reasons.

The Best Man

Kevin and I got back to the apartment sometime around 3 a.m. We were both more than a little drunk, since it had been the night of Kevin’s bachelor party.

We’d been at this strip bar in downtown Atlanta, watching various women undress while we stuffed dollar bills in their garters. We paid one, some plastic-looking blonde, fifty bucks to dance for Kevin at our table. We told her Kevin was getting married the next day so she’d dance in an especially lewd manner. We all laughed at Kevin’s embarrassment as the dancer rubbed her tits in his face.

For me, that was as entertaining as it got. I was pretty bored otherwise, this not being my kind of scene. What surprised me, though, was that Kevin seemed equally unenthusiastic, but I just chalked that up to wedding jitters.

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“I think we’ve waited long enough for this,” Kevin said into my ear. Then he turned my face toward his and gave me a long, probing kiss.


Kevin and I had been roommates for almost three years. We met when we were juniors in college, both working out in the same gym. We got along and I needed a new roommate. I knew Kevin lived in a dorm and hated it, so I asked if he’d like to move in. He said sure. I thought about telling him I was gay, but in my desperation to have someone share expenses I decided to wait until later.

Now, about a year after we both graduated, I still hadn’t announced this fact to him, though I’m sure he suspected. After all, the whole time he was dating his fiancée, Sonja, I never once mentioned dating a girl. If I was seeing a guy, he and I would fuck at his house. If Kevin saw us together, I told him my latest was was merely a friend. He never questioned it, but surely he wondered why these “friendships” didn’t last longer than six months.

We all got pretty trashed at the club. Some of the guys tried to talk Kevin into letting them get him a hooker to finish his evening off right, but he refused, claiming he was too drunk to get it up.

When we entered our apartment, I told Kevin I was going straight to bed. He said he’d be doing the same. I told him good night and went to my room. As I entered, I stripped down to my underwear and headed for the bathroom. All that beer made me have to piss like a Russian racehorse.

The bathroom separated our two bedrooms, with a door entering from each bedroom. We’d gotten into the habit of knocking before we stepped inside. I tapped the door lightly. There was no reply, so I entered, did what I needed to do, then opened the door into my room.

“Kevin?” I said, stopping suddenly.

He lay on my bed, looking forlornly up at the ceiling. His shirt was off (though, unlike me, he still had his jeans on) and he had his hands behind his head. His muscles were stretched tight. His face was a pleasing assortment of angles that gave Kevin both a boyish prettiness and masculine handsomeness. Of course, my eyes surveyed his crotch, which bulged as usual, the material of those faded jeans barely able to hold its contents.

“Remember renting a porno called Taking It All In? You left it in the VCR one day while I was out. I came home and turned it on, to see what it was about,” he said matter-of-factly. I was stunned silent.

“Weren’t you surprised,” I finally said, smiling.

“And turned on,” Kevin said. “Damn, I must have jacked off three times watching that thing. After that, I always checked your room when you were gone to see if you’d rented any more.”

I couldn’t be annoyed that he’d been going through my stuff; I was too intrigued by what he was admitting.

“C’mon, sit down,” Kevin said, motioning for me to sit beside him on the bed.

He moved over a little bit and I took the place beside him, sitting up on some pillows. Kevin remained on his back.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, my voice soft.

“Because, Drew, I wanted you to know I know about you, and it’s OK. And that I think I might be making a mistake marrying Sonja,” he added, his voice thick with emotion. “I’d had fantasies of doing it with guys ever since I was old enough to jack off, but I always figured they’d go away.”

“Just a phase,” I said, nodding.

“Yeah, and over time I convinced myself I was straight. But since I saw that tape, all I think about is being sucked off by a guy, sucking him off, taking it up the ass.  Figured the fantasies would go away after a while, like before, but they didn’t. If anything, they got stronger. The past year I’ve only been able to fuck Sonja by imagining she was some guy I’d lusted after at the gym, or saw on the street.”

Kevin’s voice was taking on a quiet tone. The familiar vibe of seduction was thick in the air, and my dick began to grow hard at the thought of what Kevin’s sudden candor might lead to.

“Sometimes,” he said, reaching up and lightly stroking my blond hair, “the guy I fantasized about was you.”

Being seduced by my supposedly straight roommate left me too stunned to speak. My cock was now granite and starting to ache with anticipation.

“Remember that time I walked into the bathroom and you were just stepping out of the shower?” Kevin asked. His hand now traveled down my chest, stopping to tease my rock-hard nipple.

I nodded, and he continued.

“I almost sucked you off right then and there. But I couldn’t do that then. I just jacked off to that image of you, your hard pecs and perfect ass. And, of course, that huge dick.” At that his hand reached down and squeezed my rod through the cotton fabric of the briefs. I let out a soft groan. Then, figuring I’d kept my hands to myself long enough, I place my hand in his crotch. His massive boner was straining the fly of his jeans. With his free hand he began to unbutton his jeans.

“I think we’ve waited long enough for this,” Kevin said into my ear. Then he turned my face toward his and gave me a long, probing kiss.

He stood up and removed his jeans and his underwear. Naked, his cock jutted out like a sword, and I was all too eager to let him pierce my mouth with it. As he remained standing, I leaned over on the bed and grabbed his ten inches of meat. I caressed the crown of his cock with my tongue, then traced the vein on its underside down to his balls. He began to moan softly in approval.

I let my tongue travel back to the tip of his dick, then took the length of it down my throat, letting it fill my mouth with its impressive thickness.

Kevin’s hands were on top of my head, guiding me. “Oh, yeah,” he gasped. “Feels so good.”

As I worked on his cock, licking and sucking every inch of it, I began to knead my own rigid dick through my underwear. I desperately wanted Kevin’s mouth on me. I wanted to see my own prick plunge in and out of his lovely lips.

As if reading my thoughts, Kevin pushed my head away. His throbbing dick was glistening with my spit.

“My turn,” he said, a grin creeping across his face.

I leaned back. “Have at it,” I said.

An invitation was unnecessary. Kevin immediately got on the bed and buried his face in my crotch. I felt his hot breath on my cock as he sucked on it through the fabric of my shorts. Obviously, he’d learned some things from watching those videos, I thought, afraid I’d cum right then. I leaned back on my elbows, watching as he gnawed on my dick.

Slowly, he peeled back my underwear, revealing the head of my stiff cock which was already slick with pre-cum. Like a child who’s discovered he was getting what he always wanted for Christmas, he excitedly pulled the briefs down to my knees and began to work fervently on my rod.

I’ve been with some expert cocksuckers in my time, but none could match Kevin’s passion. His tongue was all over my cock. When he took it in his mouth I could tell he savored every inch.

I told him to move so his dick would be over my face. Once we were in the sixty-nine position, I returned to Kevin’s rock-hard cock, letting him fuck my mouth as he continued to slob my knob. As I sucked on that tasty meat, I let my hand slide down the moist crack of his beautiful ass. I gingerly fingered the tight, rosy opening. Slowly, I worked my index finger inside. His whole body stiffened and he let out a groan, but he didn’t ask me to stop.

My lips moved from his dick to his balls, gently letting them roll over my tongue. Then my tongue traveled from his balls to that unexplored hole. As my mouth worked on his virgin ass, my tongue darting in and out of his fuck-chute, Keven raised his head and began to moan softly.

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed. “Make it all wet.”

As I rimmed him, he pushed his ass into my face. He wanted more than a simple tongue-wash; he wanted to be consumed.

I pushed him away. “I want to fuck you,” I said hungrily.

From the drawer in my bedside table I removed a bottle of lube and a rubber. I unrolled the rubber onto my hard-as-steel cock and  lubed it. Kevin was on his hands and knees, his cheeks spread and waiting. I put a little lube on his asshole, making it slick.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear. “This will hurt a little at first, but after that, you’ll never want it to stop.”

“Just fuck me,” he hissed.

Grabbing my cock, I began to feed it into his hot little ass. I heard him suck in his breath as the head poked inside, then he cried out as I inched the shaft into his hole. When my balls hit his ass, he let out a deep sigh.

I began to thrust my hips back and forth, starting out slow so as not to hurt him. Then I picked up the pace, fucking him with a piston-like rhythm. Kevin soon picked up a rhythm of his own, bushing his ass back on my cock, wanting every inch inside of him.

“Harder,” he commanded. “Fuck me good!”

As I fucked him, I leaned over and reached around, grabbing his stiff cock in my hands. I jacked him off as I plunged into him from behind.

His body began to jerk involuntarily, and I knew he’d be cumming any minute.

“Oh, Jesus, I’m gonna shoot!” he cried out.

Every muscle in his body seemed to convulse as I frenetically pulled at his cock. Then Kevin let out an animal-like howl as jets of white juice spurted from him. He shuddered as the last bit of cum oozed out.

Then it was my turn. As I pounded his ass, I began to feel that overwhelming surge of pleasure. Continuing to fuck him at a furious pace, I felt my nuts grow tight. In a sudden explosion, I came. I shot my wad with such intensity it seemed to take all the energy from my body.

As the last drop shot from my cock, I collapsed on top of Kevin.

“After fucking you like that,” I said, kissing the back of his neck, “I think you should marry me.”

But the next morning, Kevin automatically began to get dressed for the wedding. “All right, maybe it’s a mistake,” he admitted, “but I can’t back out this late in the game. Last night was fun, but it was only sex.”

“Well, if you backed out now,” I said, “Sonja and her family will hate you. But that’s better than denying your true nature, because I can tell you, the way you acted last night, this isn’t just a phase. If you go through with the wedding, you and Sonja will just end up hating each other. You’ll end up hating yourself.”

Kevin went to the church anyway. And, as his best man, I went with him. I stood at the altar and watched as the ceremony began. Kevin appeared to grow more uncomfortable as it progressed. Then, when the priest asked if he took Sonja to be his lawfully wedded wife, to honor and cherish until death do they part, there was a long awkward silence as everyone awaited Kevin’s answer. I held my breath.

“I…” Kevin stammered. “I-I can’t go through with this.”

The wedding guests all gasped and gawked as Kevin turned and hurried from the church. Sonja looked as if she’d been shot. Even though she was covered by a veil, I could see tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I’ll go check on him,” I said to her and ran down the aisle, out of the church.

It took me only a moment to find Kevin. He was in the parking lot, beside my car. “Hurry up and unlock the doors,” he said, his voice tense. “I wanna get the fuck outta here.”

We got in the car and I threw it into reverse the moment the engine sputtered to life. I burned rubber as I sped off, as if we’d just committed a crime.

We were silent for several minutes. I managed to tell Kevin I thought he made the right choice, but he didn’t respond. He looked pale, numb.

Then, at the next traffic light, he suddenly leaned toward me. I thought he was going to cry on my shoulder. Instead, he kissed me very hard and deep on the mouth, as kiss that went straight to my cock. I was so surprised I couldn’t think how we must look to the people in the car next to us: two men dressed for a wedding, sucking face.

When Kevin ended the kiss, he was grinning.

“We’ve got to stop by the apartment so you can pack,” he said.

“Pack? Where are we going?” I asked incredulously.

“I still have two tickets to the Bahamas,” he explained, reaching down and fondling my cock. “Just because I didn’t get married doesn’t mean I can’t have a honeymoon.”