Random Photo w/Story: Here's the story: So you saw this phot..

Random Photo w/Story: Here's the story: So you saw this photo at the end of my "Hotel Hijinks 2" video that I shot before the lesbian wedding I went to. It was me jacking off in the hotel, then getting "pretty," and here was the final look. Pink tie: good idea or travesty? (It actually worked in real life...I think.) Anyhoo, the wedding was at this really lovely venue in the northwestern area of Las Vegas. Outdoor ceremony on the grass, indoor reception in this building that was beautifully decorated inside....it felt like a rec center by day and glamorous event venue by night. I only knew one of the brides and the couple of folks I came to the wedding with. There was a guy on the other bride's side that kept eyeing me during the ceremony, and I couldn't help but notice him as well. Bearded, wearing an open shirt with a tie knotted casually, slender in his tapered dress pants...and featuring a fairly prominent bulge that I could not take my eyes off of. There was a buffet dinner and I waited to get in line until it eased up a bit. Finally, I took my place and as I reached for a plate and silver, I felt a lump against my butt. I turned around and it was him. "Oh...excuse me. I'm so sorry!" In his lack of fluster and embarrassment, I got the sense that it was on purpose. "Nope. No worries." I smiled at him, trying to let him know that it was ok. I mean, REALLY ok. "I'm Robert." "David." We both went silent as we continued through the line, piling our plates with roast beef, chicken, pasta. As I left the buffet, I said, "Nice to see you, Robert. I'll catch you later." "Oh, yes you will," he said with a guttural tone. After dinner, right before the speeches, I went to the rest room. It was empty as the toasts were about to start. I was standing at the urinal when you-know-who showed up. He stood next to me, lowered his zipper, began to do his business, all the while watching me over the dividing wall. "Hi, David." "Well hello, Robert." "Follow me." This all happened really fast. He walked over to the open stall with his dick hanging out of his pants. I finished up and went into the stall with him, my cock immediately at attention. I closed the door behind me. He sat on the seat and took my erection in his mouth. He sucked my dick while jacking his own and (and this was quite the multi-tasking bonus) he finagled two digits into my ass and finger fucked me as he devoured my cock. We heard music and cheering outside and knew this couldn't be a prolonged tryst (and I was too turned on anyway) so after a couple of minutes of getting my dick and hole worked over, I went over the edge and shot my load into his mouth, quietly moaning as he drank down my cum. At the very same time, he pointed his cock to the floor and shot a geyser of jizz in a puddle (steering clear of both of our suits). After we both recovered, we zipped up, he cleaned his cum off the floor with some TP, we both got ourselves presentable, and I gave him a quick kiss. As I opened the door of the stall, another wedding guest jumped backward. He had been listening in, and from the protrusion in his pants, he was quite enjoying himself. I washed my hands and left the rest room because I wanted to hear the toasts, but I noticed that Robert had stayed behind. I can only guess what happened, but good for Robert, grabbing some joy whenever and wherever he could. I thought about doubling back to watch, but...nah. I wanted some champagne. Who knew a lesbian wedding could be so fucking hot? That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.