Tuck’s American Road Trip! The Agony The Ecstasy - Sex Stories

Tuck’s American Road Trip! The Agony The Ecstasy

Part One — The Agony & The Ecstasy Bradley Tucker ‘Tuck’ Grayson was scurrying about his apartment getting ready for his wedding. His long time best friend and Best Man, ‘Bimbo’ Billy Bryson, had just arrived from picking up the bride-to-be’s suitcases for the honeymoon and was squeezing Tuck’s one measly banged up bag into the trunk of Tuck’s car with all of Prissy’s bags. After closing the trunk Bimbo looked at the freshly washed and waxed black car and thought how much fun it would be when he and the guys decorated it for the wedding after depositing Tuck at the church. Meanwhile Tuck found himself too nervous to get his bow tie on straight and Bimbo had to not only help him with that but also straighten out Tuck’s cummerbund which was twisted into a real mess. Finally Bimbo drove Tuck to the church and let him out saying “Don’t worry buddy, I won’t let anyone fuck with your car!” An hour later Tuck found himself nervously sitting in the pastors office with Bimbo twiddling the time away as the guests filled up the enormous sanctuary for the big social wedding of the year in Tallahassee, Florida. Bimbo pulled his chrome plated flask out of his tuxedo jacket as he had over and over before and offered Tuck a drink of Jack Daniels, “C’mon man? You’re as nervous as a whore in church, take a damn drink Tuck!” This time Tuck acquiesced and took the flask from Bimbo’s hand gulping down every drop of bourbon in it. “Damn Tuck! You drank it all!” despaired Bimbo while peering into ...

... the flask as if looking into it would make some more bourbon appear. About then the church pastor, Dr. Charles Thurson, III, walked in his office and looked at both Tuck and Bimbo through his half framed bifocals, the kind with the chain around the neck, and asked, “My merry gentleman are you ready to get these proceedings started?” “You damned right!” exclaimed Bimbo as he got up and brushed past a flabbergasted Dr. Thurson. “Pardon him please,” asked Tuck as he stood up, “Bimbo may not be in the orange grove anymore but he ain’t never left if you know what I mean.” “Yes, well let’s move along,” said Dr. Thurson impatiently while pulling Bimbo by the arm. “Everyone is seated, the music is playing and your lovely bride should be along shortly,” said Dr. Thurson. Tuck thought about those words “your lovely bride.” His mind quickly ran thoughts about Prissy, the daughter of the state of Florida’s wealthiest and most powerful political lobbyist, “The King of Tallahassee” as some people described him. No doubt in the pocket of most of Florida’s elected officials, the state capital, Tallahassee, was certainly his domain, better yet, his kingdom. Tuck had met Prissy right after college when they both had begun their first post college jobs as loan officers in one of the state’s largest banking companies with branches covering the entire state. Prissy with all of her connections had already been promoted to a Vice President’s title and she was only 26 years old. Tuck was relegated to ...