The Wedding

"On June 24, 2011, the New York State Legislature passed the Marriage Equality Act, which was signed into law by Governor Andrew M. Cuomo the same day. This new law took effect on July 24, 2011. Since that date the New York City Clerk has been issuing marriage licenses and providing civil marriage ceremonies to same-sex couples. State law generally requires couples to wait 24 hours after receiving a license before they can be married." (From: www.cityclerk.nyc.gov/html/marriage/marriage_bureau.shtml)

New York State Marriage Statute: "14 and 15 years of age: Permission of both parents and a court order by a judge is required at the time of applying for a marriage license." (From: www.limarriages.com/marriagelaws.html)

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"I do."

"I now pronounce you, Man and Husband."

Don turned to his new bride and took him in his arms. The six foot tall, 200 pound, 34 year old wrapped his arms around Phillip and pressed his lips to those of his 14 year old husband.

Wait.

14 year old husband?

Yes, according to New Your state statute, "if you are either 14 or 15 years of age, you will need to show the written consent of both parents and a justice of the Supreme Court or a judge of the local Family Court," to be married under the age of eighteen.

So Phillip was able to marry as long as he had parental permission and that of a judge.

Same sex marriage was legal in the state of New York as of July 24, 2011, so it was perfectly fine for the boy to marry 34 year old Don Carter, with parental permission.

And Phillip had parental permission, because Don was Phillip's father.

Phillip's mother had died when the boy was six years old. Don had started having sex with Phillip before he was seven. The man had hidden the depravity for eight years, until he saw an opportunity with the passage of the Marriage Equality Act.

Don's friend, Jack, had first put the idea in his head that he could marry his own son under the right circumstances. Jack had been fucking Phillip at the time. It was his tenth birthday, and Don was celebrating with a twenty-man gangbang; two for each year of life.

"It would be easy, if it was legal," Jack had said, just before dumping his load in the gasping boy's asshole.

The idea was so exciting, Don had cum in Phillip's mouth right after Jack mentioned it. The boy had spent a long weekend of fucking, Don was so worked up at the idea of legal having access to his underage son.

During the July 24 signing ceremony, Don had collected a group of his best friends in a wedding suite at a fancy hotel, and rented a sixty inch flat screen television to display the signing while the thirty men present passed Phillip around the room. The 13 year old had been kept busy, sucking cock, being fucked, and drinking cum from crystal goblets.

The men had toasted the signing with champagne, while Phillip tipped back a glass containing 16 loads of semen.

Now it was his wedding day.

Getting parental permission had been no problem. Don was a single parent now, so he had signed off eagerly.

Getting a judge's signature had been somewhat more difficult. Not because Don couldn't find a willing juror - there were three family court judges who had been fucking Phillip regularly since his eighth birthday.

The difficulty lay in getting around incest laws. It had taken some time, maneuvering, and a bunch of cash, but it had ultimately been determined that since the coupling could never result in procreation - since neither Phillip nor Don would ever get pregnant - that birth defect was not a danger, and the way was clear. This too had resulted in a large celebratory gangbang for young Phillip.

The minister smiled as the couple's kiss extended in both time and intensity. Phillip's arms went around his father's thick neck, and he pulled himself to his toes and pressed his thin body against the older man's.

Whoops and whistles rose from the gathered guests as Don's hands slid to Phillips ass. The boy raised one leg and humped his hard cock against his father's crotch, to louder applause.

"Well," the minister said quietly, "Do I get to kiss the bride?"

Don lifted his face and turned to Bob, the plumber who had gotten an on-line certificate in ministry the day before to officiate at the ceremony.

"Go ahead!" he said, his spit-slicked lips parted in a wolfish gin.

The heavyset plumber grabbed Phillip and pulled him into a tight embrace, one hand behind the teen's head and the other on his upper thigh.

Don had decided that they would be married as groom and bride. He wore a black tuxedo with a fluted shirt and a rainbow-patterned cummerbund. For Phillip, Don had chosen a white, backless mini-dress with lace edging and white lace stockings held up with a matching lace garter belt. The dress was short enough that three inches of bare thigh were visible between the stockings and the bottom hem.

Five inch white heels completed the outfit, along with a sheer veil held to the boy's long brown hair with white pins.

The heels had belonged to Phillip's mother - something old.

The stockings were brand new.

The veil belonged to Bob's wife, who had borrowed it without her knowledge.

A separate blue garter circled his left thigh.

He wore no underwear. The crowd could see his bare ass when Bob's callused hand slid up his leg and moved the dress, and the teen's hard, six inch erection dangled next to his standing leg, while his other leg bent as before, hooked on Bob's pudgy thigh.

The receiving line at the rented hall was long and slow, but no one seemed to mind much. Beer was readily available, and by the time most of the men reached young Phillip for their congratulatory wedding kiss, they were drunk enough to take a long time, kissing the boy thoroughly.

Don thought it was fortunate that he hadn't applied make-up to his son's face before the ceremony as it would have been smeared all over by the lustful men's lips and tongues.

By the time the one hundredth guest passed through the line, Phillip was a mess. His veil was gone, and his long, wavy hair was tangled and stuck to his red-cheeked face in sweaty clumps. One stocking had fallen to his ankle, and his dress had been ripped to the point that it hung from one shoulder, exposing the teen's chest, belly and genitals. The 14 year old teetered on his five inch heels.

His reddened cock dripped pre-cum down his thigh, soaking into the tattered stocking where it clung to one of the garter clips. Don turned to his flushed bride and reached up with his left hand to pull gently on one of Phillip's nipples.

"Come on," he said softly putting an arm around Phillip's narrow shoulders, "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for dinner.

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Don sat at the head table on a raised platform. In front of him, round tables were scattered around the wooden dance floor in an arc, leaving a clear space before him. The seat next to him was empty.

He heard a murmur, and looked to see three teenage waiters - all boys - pushing a large wheeled platform on which sat a giant, artificial cake, painted pink and draped in white and red bunting. Don grinned and ogled the firm asses of the waiters. By special request, the teens wore tight black bicycle shorts, no shirts, and black bow ties.

The boys left the cake in front of Don's table, and moved to the guest tables, where they were immediately grabbed by the drunk, horny, male wedding guests.

Don's eyes were torn from the spectacle of the stripped and fondled teenagers when slow, sexy music started and the top of the cake ripped open to reveal his new bride standing and reaching ceiling-ward from the hollow cake.

Phillip now wore a lot of make-up. Dark pink eyeliner coated his lids, and mascara had thickened and lengthened his eyelashes. The boy's full soft lips were a glistening, hot pink.

Phillip grinned at his father and husband, and climbed from the cake to stand before him, wearing a white bustier with his lace stockings, a tiny white thong, and this mother's high heels. A fluffy white bow had been tied into his teased hair, a white lace choker encircled his long neck, and white lace wrist cuffs clung to his arms.

Don released his hard cock and stroked it as Phillip began a sexy bump and grind to the music, featuring throaty, sexy saxophone riffs.

The boys who had pushed the cake into the room were unable to disentangle themselves from the hands that held them to remove the large obstacle. In fact, two of them were pinned to their knees and were sucking the cocks of strangers, and one was kissing two men at the same time while his hard seven inch cock was being handed back and forth between the two adults as he sat astride their laps.

The wedding coordinator pushed open the kitchen door and signaled frantically with one hand, beckoning, and four more young men emerged. These were middle school boys, two 11 year old's and two 12, who wore tight white swim suits and white bow ties. They padded to the cake on bare feet and pushed the empty construction to a corner. They turned to the tuxedoed coordinator for instruction, but were snatched up by horny men before their boss could speak. The thin, pencil-mustached man rolled his eyes as the boys were dragged away to be stripped and fondled.

This was going to be a free for all. Good thing he had hired extra help!

With the cake cleared away, Phillip had room to move. He swung his hips and smiled sexily at his father, tossing his long hair and wiggling his ass at the man. Don stared at the twin white globes of his son's butt. The white string of his thong disappeared between his butt cheeks, and Don could see the bulge of Philip's scrotum between his thighs when he bent over.

The 14 year old's body was hairless. Don required him to shave daily. His chest, armpits, genitals and legs were all baby-smooth. Phillips slender, pale body glowed in the bright lights, with the scented body oil he had applied before climbing into the cake.

Phillip stood still, facing his father, with his hips thrust forward, and grinned as he began to slowly untie the bustier. The onlookers counted as the laces were pulled free, one eyelet at a time.

"One! Two! Three!"

Don leaned forward, eagerly watching as his son's bare chest was slowly exposed. He grinned and clapped when he saw the sliver tassels attached to Phillips nipples by small alligator clips. The pink nubs swelled darkly between the small, sharp teeth.

Don knew the devices didn't hurt much, but they sure looked hot as hell.

When the laces were clear of the bustier, Phillip held the garment open, flashing his bare chest and belly to his husband, turning to show the crowd. The sight of the preteen boys sucking cock and being ass-fucked was a real turn-on for the boy. He just hoped the guests remembered to save their cum for him!

Don's eyes were glued to his son's crotch. The shiny thong was inadequate to encased Phillip's six inch erection, and his hairless testicles bulged from the sides of the thin strip of fabric, while the leaking, red head peaked from the top.

Don's mouth watered in anticipation of tasting that sweet, hot flesh pole, and tasting the slime leaking from his son's dick.

Smiling at his father, Phillip turned, rolling his hips seductively. He stood with his back to the man he had just married, and bent at the waist with his fingers gripping the strings of the thong on his hips. Grinning over his shoulder at Don, Phillip slowly lowered his underwear. Don stared raptly at the slow progress of the thin white strings as they moved down Phillip's butt crack. Phillip bent until he could smile at Don from between his knees, and Don could see the pucker of Phillip's dark anus, bisected by the white string.

The newly minted husband sighed audibly when the chord snapped downward, exposing the teenager's asshole and scrotum. The hairless sac bulged between Phillip's thighs, making Don's mouth water even more. He wanted to jump from his chair and attach his lips to the soft, smooth skin covering his son's balls, but remained seated and slowed the pace of his masturbation, lest he cum too soon.

Phillip stood and turned, kicking his damp thong toward his father, who snatched the small garment from the air. He raised the pre-cum soaked fabric to his lips and licked the damp patch while winking at Phillip, who grinned back. Don handed the thong to the man next to him, who sniffed it and passed it o., The dozen special guests at the table passed the garment around, smelling and tasting it as Phillip swung his hips and pulled on his hard, leaking cock in rhythm to the slow music.

He drifted toward the table where his father sat, and bent at the waist to slide over it on his stomach. Don pushed back from the table, and Phillip leaned over the edge to grab his father's hard cock and slurp it into his mouth. Don groaned and leaned back, watching his friends as they molested, fondled and fucked the boy waiters.

A group of a dozen eight year old boys pushed wheeled carts from the kitchen with covered plates, which they distributed among the guests. The boys were naked, except for pink flip-flops. As they placed the plates on the tables, adult hands caressed their bodies, and fondled their penises and testicles. Fingers ran through their butt cracks and ticked their oiled pink anuses.

The men ate while the boys remained to be played with.

Most of the eight year olds ended up under the tables, where they sucked the guest's cocks and played with their hairy balls.

"Come here, Baby," Don said. He gripped Phillip under his arms and pulled him across the table to set him on his lap. The table cloth slid forward, tipping glasses and rattling flatware, but Don was beyond caring.

Phillip sat in his father's lap and kissed him, with his arms resting on Don's shoulders. Don slipped his hand between their bodies and rubbed his cock against his new bride's asshole, which Phillip had oiled along with his skin before his strip tease. Phillip gasped and tipped his head back as he settled down on the familiar shaft, taking the entire eight inch length in one slow push.

"Ahhhh," he gasped, as his balls settle against Don's abdomen. Don grinned and kissed him, holding Phillip by the waist as the boy rose and fell on his cock.

"I wanted to be the first to fuck you on our wedding night." Don said softly. He was whispering in his wife's ear. Don extended his tongue, swirling it around and inside Phillip's ear. He smiled when the boy groaned and Don felt his experienced ass squeeze his hard cock lovingly.

"Ohhhhh, I love you, Baby," Don moaned.

"Mmmmmm, I love you too, my husband," the boy whispered. Phillip slid his lips onto Don's, and the two shared a long, deep French kiss and the boy moved his hips in a circular motion, massaging his father's cock with his rectum.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum, Baby!' Don gasped. His son's sexty wedding dress, the way Phillip had looked after being kissed and molested on the receiving line, the hot strip tease, and his own masturbating had all left the man hot and horny. So it wasn't long before he groaned and gripped his son tightly around the waist, forcing his eight inch cock deeper into Phillip's ass and groaning as it spit hot streams of semen into Phillip's bowels.

"Ooooohh!" the 14 year old squealed. He felt the hot jets deep inside him, and smiled at his father's flushed, sweating face.

"Thank you for the wedding present," he teased.

"There's more where that came from, Sweet Thing," Don said, grinning, "But right now I think our guests need attention." He nodded over Phillip's shoulder, and the boy turned to see a crowd of about fifty men approaching the table across the dance floor, shedding clothes as they came.

Phillip smiled at his new husband.

"Can't wait," he said.

"I'll see you afterward," Don promised, "I get you all to myself in the room later."

"Can't wait for that, either," Phillip said. He held his arms up and hands reached across the table to drag him from his father's lap. His gaping anus leaked a warm puddle of semen when the men laid him on his back. His ass was perched on one side of the table, while his head hung over the opposite side. Don stood and moved aside as a line formed where his chair had been. One of the guests slipped his cock into Phillip's semen-slicked asshole and started fucking him while the first in the line on the other side of the table pushed his cock into Phillip's welcoming mouth.

Phillip's body slid back and forth with the force of the men's thrusts. The white table cloth swirled and rumpled against his sides as he slid back and forth.

Peripherally, Phillip could see what was going on amongst the guests. More men and teens had filed into the hall, many of them father and son pairs. Phillip could see that the staff teens and boys were being kept busy, sucking and fucking the men as they waited their turns with the bride. The 14 year old moaned happily when the cock he was sucking drooled a warm load of cum onto the roof of his mouth, and he swallowed the spunk greedily.

He felt the man fucking his ass picking up the pace of his thrusts. He had pushed Phillips legs back by the knees, folding him over and easing access to his asshole.

When he was ready to cum, the man grunted and pulled his cock out of the teen's clutching anus. He nodded to a naked young boy, who stood next to the pair holding a large wine glass. Aiming his cock at the goblet, the man jerked it until it spurted cum on the inside. Creamy streaks ran down the curved inside of the wine glass and formed a small pool in the bottom.

Phillip lay on the table, sucking one cock while pulling on two others, as another man fucked his ass. The lines remained long. All of the men wanted an opportunity to fuck the boy, or to have his cock sucked.

Phillip was extremely popular with the pedophile community in the area where he lived. He had always been a beautiful child, with smooth, soft, creamy skin and light brown, wavy hair. His large eyes were dark and innocent, looking so even while riding a cock and sucking another.

He had always been willing to do the most outrageous acts, even as a young boy. Gangbangs were his favorite, and his slender, frail-looking body never tired during sex.

And this would be his largest, most outrageous gangbang yet. Besides the one hundred wedding guests, a steady stream of party-goers was arriving, bringing the total of participants to over two hundred and fifty.

Obviously, one 14 year old boy couldn't fuck all those men to completion. Not without serious injury. But everyone wanted an opportunity to share the gangbang with the bride on his wedding day

So the lines formed, and moved quickly, as each man took his turn for a couple of minutes, sliding his cock in Phillip's mouth, or his ass. Most did both, pumping his cock in the boy's asshole for a couple of minutes, then moving to the other side to have him suck the shaft that had been in his ass.

This happened to be one of Phillip's favorite perversions. It turned him on to suck a cock that had just been pulled from his asshole.

And the sperm. Phillip loved swallowing cum. The smell; the taste; the slimy, lumpy texture of the semen as it slid down his throat, gagging him and bringing tears to his soft brown eyes. It all made his cock throb and his nipples harden. And he didn't want to miss that.

So four 4 year old boys had been recruited by some of the fathers amongst the guests to hold wine glasses and collect the semen that spurted from the assembled cocks as the men fucked the other boys provided for the purpose. The seven high school and middle school boys, along with the dozen naked eight year olds, were all kept busy fucking and sucking. It was all the four preschoolers could do to scurry from group to group and hold the glasses steady while the men emptied their balls into the receptacles.

Their task was made even more difficult when the little boys were grabbed and fondled as they attempted to complete their assigned tasks.

Maurice, the wedding coordinator, hurried around the room to recruit new helpers - sons of recently arrived guests - and pushed more goblets into their small hands, instructing them to collect all the sperm they could.

Two five year olds and a three year old joined the ranks, and were soon stripped naked and streaked with sperm, from men too excited to aim properly.

A couple of the boys were caught sipping from their partially filled glasses, and were punished accordingly. They were forced to run through gauntlets of naked men with their wrists tied in fort of them while their little butts were smacked.

Unfortunately, the offenders enjoyed the punishment too much for it to be effective.

Don watched the action on the table, where his new bride lay on his back, being reamed form front and back. The man with his cock lodged in Phillip's mouth was pulling on the clamps attached to the boy's nipples, twisting them and holding the clips tight. Don knew that even though the clips hadn't hut when just hanging on his chest, having the teeth of the small alligator clamps squeezed together like that must be painful for Phillip. But the new husband didn't interfere. Instead, he directed one of the videographers hired to film the wedding to zoom in on the action.

Don had hired a local photographer to record the ceremony, and the following gangbang, for future editing and sale. The event promised to be spectacular, and Don anticipated being significantly enriched by sales of the video.

Phillip was lifted and carried by two naked men to a chair, occupied by yet another nude man. The two carrying the smiling youth lowered him onto the third man's erect cock, impaling his gaping asshole on the long, hard pole. Phillip groaned happily as the hot rod slid into his semen-filled rectum. He leaned against the naked man's chest and kissed him, raising and lowering his hips, fucking himself on the hard cock.

The 14 year old turned to look when he felt pressure on his back, and saw a fourth stranger crouching behind him. The newlywed gasped when he felt the man forcing his cock into Phillip's asshole along with the cock already there. He cried out in pain and passion as his asshole was stretched wide to accommodate the girth of both hard cocks.

With his mouth gaping open in pain, a third cock was slipped through Phillip's lips, and he sucked hard to take his mind off the pain. By the time the cock he was sucking exploded in his mouth, Phillip had gotten used to the double penetration, and was pushing back on the cock hammering his rectum from behind.

Both men came at once, and one of the little boys with a glass crouched between the standing man's legs to catch the semen that ran from between the slippery cocks spurting in Phillip's ass. A thin torrent of sperm poured from the teen's widely gaping anus when the cocks were removed, and the men were replaced by two more.

The camera man recorded eight DP scenes, one after the other, as Phillip was used in the chair. He was pleased at the amount of great video he was able to collect of the boy being double-fucked, and the number of cocks he sucked. The three year old collecting sperm had to have his wine glasses replaced twice, as they were filled by party guests.

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Finally, the last cock was pulled from Phillip's ass, and the last long rod withdrew from his mouth, to blast their loads in the waiting wine goblets. The tied, sore, sticky boy was helped to the head table, where he sat and faced the crowd of about two hundred naked men and boys. Many of the guests had left, either to meet prior commitments, or to partner up with the underage participants and take rooms in the hotel for private encounters.

Arranged around the new bride were eight 8 oz. wine glasses, filled with semen. Approximately 300 men had ejaculated in the glasses, some more than once. Others had cum in Phillip's ass, which had drained into the goblets as well. Phillip and some of the boys had swallowed a few loads, but the glasses contained about 400 loads of sperm.

About one teaspoon per ejaculation; 400 orgasms; roughly 60 ounces. Eight 8 oz. wine glasses, filled nearly to the brim with warm, fresh semen. Phillip's head swam from the smell alone.

The crowd noise increased as Don strolled over to stand next to his seated wife. He placed a hand on his son's thin thigh and leaned over to kiss him, tasting semen on the boy's lips. The groom was the only man in the room still fully dressed. Phillip was completely naked, his stockings, thong and bustier having been taken as souvenirs. Even his semen-soaked wrist cuffs had disappeared.

At a signal from the videographer, Don and Phillip each lifted a glass. They held the stemware up to the crowd in a silent, smiling salute, then turned to each other. Don reached around Phillips arm with his own, and the married couple lifted their glasses clumsily to their lips and sipped the warm thick fluid to loud cheers from the assembled pedophiles.

Don stood straight and lifted his chin, smiling at Phillip in a prearranged signal. Philip tipped his head back and parted his shining pink lips as Don held the glass over his son's face. He tipped the glass and watched as the lumpy slime oozed over the lip of the glass and poured in a thin white stream into Phillip's mouth.

The cheering was deafening. Don glanced to the side to make sure the cameras were recording the action. This was the "money shot" that would sell videos.

Phillip closed his lips to swallow the mouthful of semen that his father had given him, and Don continued to pour the liquid on his son's lips, chin and neck. The creamy fluid ran down the boy's bare chest and belly, coating his cock and balls.

When Don's glass was empty, he handed it to Phillip, who licked the inside surface wherever his long pink tongue could reach. The experienced porn star then turned to the cameras and grinned, holding the empty glass up next to his face, smiling triumphantly. Don leaned back in and kissed the boy, their lips sliding through the clear glaze of semen that coated Phillip's lower face. When he pulled back, thin strings of semen connected Don's chin to Phillip's.

Phillip had to empty the rest of the glasses slowly, so the curdled consistency of the slimy liquid didn't trigger his gag reflex. One of Phillip's most popular video downloads was a bukkake scene where he chugged 20 ounces of semen from a beer mug all at once, then gagged and threw it back up.

Eight year old Phillip had smiled in embarrassment, and drank the vomited fluid again, more slowly.

The video still sold like crazy, six years later.

But this time, he wasn't going to puke. Phillip smiled sexily at the crowd and the cameras, and drank glass after glass of sperm. He took breaks in between. He beckoned some of the young boys over and kissed them, often with semen in his mouth to share with the five year olds.

Finally, the last glass was lifted. Phillip tipped his head back and poured the glass onto his upturned face, with his eyes and lips closed. The white goo coated his eyelids, nose, lips and chin as it coursed down his face in a wide, tapered stream that ran over his neck and chest.

At a signal from Don, three men approached and kissed the boy's slimy lips in turn, rubbing their hands through the sperm that coated his chest and stomach. One fist gripped Phillip's hard cock and stroked it. The thick coating of cum on the boy's cock made squelching sounds as the fist moved up and down.

There was thunderous applause when the men stepped back, their huge smiles smeared with semen.

Phillip was a mess. His face, chest, belly, crotch and upper thighs were shiny with sperm. He grinned shyly, and actually blushed under the glaze of semen on his face. He looked adorable, sitting naked on the table his hard cock pointing up between his legs. His hair clung to his cheeks and forehead in wet, spermy clumps.

Don stepped over and put his arm around his son's narrow shoulders and grinned at the crowd, thanking them all for coming - pun intended.

"Now it's time for our wedding night," he announced, "I'll be taking my young wife upstairs and fucking his brains out now!" There was laughter and whooping in reply.

"Are you filming it?" someone called.

"Of course!" Don replied "Look for the download to be available in about a week!" More cheers rose at this pronouncement.

The pair left the hall through a side door while the remaining guests looked for their clothes, talked among themselves, arranged hook-ups with the young boys, and prepared to leave.

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Don had found Phillips shoes, and provided the naked boy with a short, white wrap-around skirt to wear in the elevator. He walked with his son across the huge, marbled hotel lobby, slowly and confidently. The semen had started to dry on Phillip's skin, but the shiny clumps still slid down his ribs and tickled his knees.

Shocked stares followed the pair, but since Phillip was technically dressed - or at least had his genitals covered, and since they were a legally married couple, nothing illegal was happening, regardless of what had led up to the long, slow march across the cold marble floor.

The clicking of Phillip's heels worked to draw attention to the pair, as Don had intended. Phillip blushed furiously, deliciously humiliated by the exposure of his cum-coated body to public stares.

His short skirt barely concealed his hard, dripping cock.

Not surprisingly, Don and Phillip were alone in their elevator. There were several men who would have liked to join the pair, but their wives prevented that.

As soon as the doors slid closed, Don turned to Phillip and lifted him with his hands on his ass and settled the firm cheeks on the thin handrail, pressing himself against the naked boy to hold him in place. His thick fingers dug into the crack of his wife's ass, prying open the slick hole nestled inside.

"Mmmm, mmmmm," Phillip moaned against Don's lips, "Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

Don fumbled his fly open with one hand and extracted his hard cock. He had recovered his erection during the four hour gangbang, and was ready for his wedding night.

Phillip gasped and whined when his husband and father slipped his cock into his ass. He felt his hard cock rubbing against Don's shirt tail, and moaned into the man's mouth.

"So do I call you Don now?" he asked, panting into his father's ear.

"When I'm fucking you, call me Daddy!" the man replied.

"Ooooo, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!"

The elevator carried them, slowly and smoothly, to the top floor. The penthouse suite.

The bridal suite.

When the car stopped, Don crouched to extricate his cock from his son's anus and let Phillip stand on his own. He glanced at the ceiling to wink at the black glass hemisphere that concealed the security camera. He hoped the guards had recorded the action they had no doubt just witnessed.

Phillip clung to Don's side while he slid the key card through the slot and opened the door. The teen started in, but Don stopped him.

"Wait!" he said, smiling, "I have to carry you over the threshold!"

Phillip grinned and jumped into his father's arms. He wrapped his hands around the man's neck and the 14 year old was carried into the room by his new husband.

Don carried his thin son through the seating room and into the huge bedroom. A king size bed was centered between two full- height windows.

The video crew had preceded them, setting up cameras and lights on tripods. Three men stood with hand-held units in their hands, smiling. They looked forward to filming the scene.

The big man laid his son on the bed, and Phillip gazed up at him with his legs spread. He pulled off his skirt, and his hard red cock lay on his belly, hot and ready. Don sat next to him and kissed him, letting his hand slide through the sticky coating of semen on Phillip's chest and stomach. Phillip arched his back and hissed when his father's big hand closed on his erect cock. Don stroked the swollen organ a few times before moving his hand lower and cupping his wife's sticky balls.

With one hand on his son's chest and the other holding his scrotum, Don bent forward and took the boy's cock in his mouth. His tongue scraped across the gooey coating of drying semen, which mixed with the man's saliva and slid down his throat as he swallowed. Phillip moaned and gripped the bed covers in his fists as his father sucked his cock and slid a long, thick finger deep into his ass.

"Oh my God!" he groaned. His eyes opened a little, and he saw the camera men aiming their devices at him and his father. He was used to such things, so the idea that strangers were sharing this private moment wasn't at all alien to him.

The boy's slender body moved and slid around on the bed as his father fellated and fingered him. Don knew just how much pressure to provide to keep his son on the edge of an orgasm without letting him cum.

After ten minutes, Don sat up and pulled his jacket off over his broad shoulders. Phillip smiled and watched avidly as Don stood and removed the rest of his clothes. The cameras captured the unveiling as he unbuttoned his shirt, displaying a muscular, tanned, hairy chest and hard stomach. Don pushed his slacks down, revealing the hard, eight inch erection hanging between his thighs, forced forward from behind by his large testicles.

Phillip's mouth watered, gazing at the beautiful rod. He reached out eagerly as his husband approached the bed. Phillip grabbed his husband's cock in both hands and guided it to his open mouth. His large eyes closed along with his lips, and he sucked the hard shaft into his wet mouth slowly, enjoying the texture of the wrinkles and veins, and the taste of his father's flesh.

Don moaned as his son's experienced tongue swirled around the surface of his cock, his fingers gripping the boy's crusty hair. He knew that if he wanted to, he could cum in the boy's mouth and Phillip would happily swallow his load.

But he was here to consummate their marriage, and that meant he was going to make love to his wife. His son.

Don pulled back slowly and guided Phillip to his back with his hands on the boy's shoulders. Phillip gazed up at his father lovingly, opening his arms as Don levered his tall body over Phillip's prone from. Phillip's arms slipped around his father's neck as the couple kissed, and Don lowered his hips until his cock slid against his boy's. Phillip raised his crotch to rub his hard cock against his husband's larger one, the spit-slicked cum still clinging to the boy's cock providing delicious lubrication.

"This feels great'" Don whispered against his son's lips, "but I wanna be inside you."

"Oh, yes, Don," Phillip panted, "Daddy. Fuck me. Please!" The boy pulled his knees back, and Don gripped his cock in his hand to rub the fat head against his son's well-used anus. Phillip moaned and held his breath as his father's thick cock slid into his rectum.

"Ohhhhh, your cock's so big!" Phillip exclaimed, "It feels so good! Please fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me!"

Don started a slow, steady rhythm, fucking his son's ass. He could feel the boy's hot cock and soft ball sac pressing against his lower abdomen as his hips rocked back and forth.

He was going to take his time, to make this special moment last. As far as he knew, Don was the first man in America to marry his own son, and it was an event worthy of cherishing. His lips were pressed to Phillip's. The boy clung to his father's neck, gasping and moaning in the man's ear as his cock slid in and out of Phillip's ass.

Phillip humped against Don's hairy stomach as his father and husband fucked him. The feel of the man's cock stroking his prostate, and his warm, muscular body pressing on his thin hairless one, and the sounds of Don's grunts as he fucked his son, were exciting the boy. His cock was leaking steadily. He had been used sexually for four hours, had his cock and balls played with constantly, but had not yet cum.

Phillip moved more urgently against his father's warm body as his orgasm neared.

"Oh, oh, oh!' he panted, "Oh, Daddy! I'm gonna cum!" Phillip gasped.

"Yeah, cum for me Baby!" Don said encouragingly, "Cum for Daddy!" The camera men frowned. They wouldn't be able to record the orgasm if it was covered by Don's body.

But Don didn't care. This was as much Phillip's moment as it was his, and more so than those who would be watching the video. He wanted to lease his boy, his new wife.

He felt Phillip's cock throb, and a spreading wetness against his belly as the boy gasped and moaned through his orgasm. There was a surprising amount of sperm, spread over Don's and Phillip's stomachs. The proud father pushed with his arms, separating their bodies to look at the mess. A large pool of white semen coated Phillip's stomach and lower chest, filling his navel with a creamy puddle.

"Wow," Don breathed, "That's awesome." He looked at his son's flushed, smiling face, and kissed him, their bellies sliding together as he resumed the slow strokes in and out of Phillip's asshole.

Don's thrusts increased in speed and intensity as his orgasm neared. He panted into Phillip's mouth, the tips of their tongues swirling together as they inhaled each other's breath.

"Here it comes, Baby," Don panted.

"Oh yeah, cum Daddy!" Phillip replied eagerly, "Fill my ass, Daddy!"

"Aaahhhhh!" Don cried. His cock spat a few thin streams of sperm into his son's rectum. Phillip felt it, hot and deep. It wasn't much, because Don had just cum a few hours before, but the boy was grateful for the gift his father had given him.

It was another wasted shot for the disgusted camera men, but Don didn't care. He wanted to share his love, and his seed, with his son today, to celebrate their new life together.

Theirs was going to be a changed life. They no longer had to sneak around, or stay at home, concealing their relationship.

It was a new day, a new world, and they were the first, the pioneers.

How great would it be to walk down the street, or through the mall, anywhere in public, holding his son's - his wife's - hand; kissing him openly. Making love, legally.

The porn shoots and video production side of their relationship would have to remain secret, but only for now. He hoped to see laws overturned before Phillip's eighteenth birthday, but if that wasn't possible, he hoped that Phillip would be able to marry his own son one day.

And who knew? If polygamy was legalized, Don could marry his own grandsons! The potential was mind-blowing!

All these possibilities raced through his mind as he gazed into the dark pools of his son's adoring eyes. He kissed the boy again, unaware of the grumbling and shuffling of the video crew as the packed up and left.

When the lights were switched off and taken away, the room was left in twilit silence. Don still lay atop his bride, his weight supported on his elbows. The newlyweds kissed, and whispered words of endearment to each other, as happy as any just-married couple had ever been.

Tomorrow would bring a day of new beginnings, and they couldn't wait to greet it.

Together.