The Best Man | Part 10: The Swimming Pool (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

By the time the sun dipped behind the hills, the place had that pre–wedding hush. I wandered in late, half an excuse to grab dinner, half an excuse to scope the room. The ballroom was almost ready for tomorrow night’s rehearsal dinner, chairs lined up just so, flower arrangements already half–fluffed, a couple of staff giving it those last loving touches before locking up.I slipped out before anyone could rope me into helping, but not before my eyes found him. Calvin. He caught my glance and didn’t look away, that slow, knowing smile flickering like he’d already decided what was coming.

The night dragged after that; people lingering in the lobby, chatting in the bar, the groomsmen laughing too loudly over beers. I kept pretending to join in, but my attention was elsewhere, counting down until everyone crashed so we could…uhm.. “swim.”

My heart was thudding hard enough to feel in my throat. Yeah, we’d already had that filthy blowjob out on the golf course, and he’d eaten me out like a man starved over lunch, but tonight felt… different. Like the air between us had gone heavier. Like maybe, finally, it wouldn’t stop at teasing.He winked at me, subtle but deliberate, then made this little hand gesture like 'check your phone'. I followed his fingers and saw the new message pop up.

Three emojis.

Calvin: 💦🏊‍♂️😉

I looked up at him and had to bite back a grin. Then I looked back down, thumbs moving before I could second-guess.

"I’m going to go chill with Nathan. Text me when you’re done."

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Nathan’s room smelled faintly of aftershave and the champagne he'd been sipping earlier. He was slouched out on the bed in joggers, scrolling through something on his iPad when I walked in.

“Nathannn,” I said, dropping into the chair by the window. “You nervous?”

He glanced up. “For what?”

“The wedding, genius.”

He laughed, setting the iPad aside. “A little. But honestly, I’m more worried about forgetting my vows than saying ‘I do.’”

I smirked. “You’ll be fine. You’ve been practicing them in the mirror since last month.”Our conversation drifted from wedding jitters to old college stories, spilling into random tangents. Hours passed without either of us noticing; just comfortable, back-and-forth - the kind of talk we hadn’t had in years.

Nathan and I have always been super tight, just not in the way most people might imagine. We weren’t the bros who were always hanging out, texting every day, or sharing every little detail. We had our own lives and our own differences, but the bond was always there. He was the first person I ever told I was gay... the only person I felt safe enough to tell back then. And deep down, I think he’d always known. I still remember blurting it out one night when I was in college, my heart racing as I braced for a reaction, and him just smirking before saying, “No wonder you have impeccable style.” It was his way of keeping things light, but I could feel the warmth behind it. Moments like that are why he’ll always have a special place in my heart.

So yeah, I was happy for him. Happier than I could even explain. He was marrying the girl he’d been with for over a decade, and it felt… right.

At some point, somewhere between swapping stories about his first date and debating which college party was the most chaotic, Nathan’s eyelids started to droop. A few minutes later, he was stretched out on the bed, fast asleep.

I glanced at the time - 1:37 a.m.

A text from Calvin popped up, sent just a couple minutes earlier:

Already waiting for you at the pool. 8=✊🏻=D💦👅

I realized I’d silenced my phone earlier, right after one too many spam notifications broke our flow. I’d been so caught up in talking to Nathan that I hadn’t thought to check it.

I got up quietly, easing my chair back into place so it wouldn’t scrape the floor, and slipped out into the hall. The estate was still, the kind of stillness that almost hums. Outside, the air was thick and warm, filled with the faint, constant sound of crickets or whatever insects come alive after midnight. I walked all the way back toward the backside of the estate, my sandals crunching softly on the gravel path. The lights from the main house faded behind me, replaced by the soft glow spilling from the pool area. My heart was pounding in that ridiculous way it does when you already know what's going to happen, but you are still nervous.

The pool shimmered under the moonlight, its surface broken by slow ripples. And there Calvin was - shirtless, waist-deep in the water, his broad shoulders dripping with water and shining under the underwater lights. Tattoos curved over his chest and across his arms, dark shapes shifting and bending as he moved. The pale blue glow from the pool made every muscle stand out like a sculpture, his abs catching droplets that ran in thin trails down toward the waistband of his underwear.He noticed me then, his lips curving into that slow, knowing grin as I walked closer to the water’s edge. “Masey… don’t be shy. Jump in.”I swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of the heat in my face. My fingers tugged at my T-shirt, pulling it over my head, and then I stepped out of my pants. The night air brushed over my bare skin, cool enough to make me shiver, but the sight of him...dripping, muscled, and impossibly broad was doing a much better job of sending heat straight to my groin. My cock twitched, half-hard already, betraying me before I’d even touched the water.

I eased myself down onto the edge, my legs slipping into the cool pool first, toes curling against the tiled floor below. I slid in, gasping softly at the temperature, hands gripping the ledge behind me to keep myself afloat.

He glided closer, the water breaking gently around his chest, his eyes never leaving mine. “You wanna race?” His voice was light, teasing but the way he looked at me made my stomach tighten.

I let out a short, awkward laugh. “Uh… I actually… uhm…”

“What’s up?” He tilted his head as he swam the rest of the way toward me, closing the space until his chest was almost brushing mine. He leaned against the ledge beside me, his shoulder turned just enough that I caught the line of his tattoo under the water.

Then he let out a laugh, low and warm. “Fuck, Masey… don’t tell me you can’t swim.”

My laugh came out nervous and thin. “Maybe… not that well.”

Under the water, I felt his legs brush against mine. A moment later, his hands found my waist; firm, certain and pulled me toward him. “You should’ve told me then,” he murmured, his mouth close enough for his beard to scratch lightly against my cheek as his breath warmed my ear.

“I thought it would be… fun,” I replied.

He pushed his hips forward until the solid weight of his bulge pressed against mine beneath the water. My breath caught.

“You mean… that kind of fun?” he said, voice dipping lower, more dangerous.

His left hand slid up, cradling the back of my head, tilting my face toward his. His gaze held mine for a fraction of a second before his mouth closed the distance.

The kiss hit me like heat spreading under my skin.. it was wet, hungry, and unhurried. His lips were firm and insistent, tasting faintly of chlorine and something sharper, darker. His beard scraped across my jaw with every movement, each graze a little scratch of pleasure. The water sloshed gently around us as I tried to steady myself, my hands searching for his back and finding water soaked, warm muscle.

He chuckled against my mouth, the sound vibrating into me. “Mase… I got you,” he whispered, before tightening his grip on my waist. His hand slid lower, gripping the curve of my ass under the water and pulling me harder against him. Our cocks, trapped in our drenched underwear, ground together with a slow, deliberate friction that made my knees weak. His right hand stayed tangled in my hair, holding me in place, deepening the kiss until I could barely think...only taste, feel, and want more.

It wasn’t just a kiss; it was him taking his time, letting me know exactly how much he was in control here.

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