The Best Man | Bonus Scene: Locker Room Confession (Patreon)

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

A lot of you have been asking for some background on Calvin. I’ve already shared a bonus scene exclusive to Personal Trainers patrons that dives into a spicy moment between Nathan, the groom, and his best man, Calvin. It covers how they first met and includes some playful physical interaction between the two. If you haven’t checked it out yet, make sure to do so.The Best Man | Bonus Scene: Nathan & Calvin (PT🍑 Exclusive)

Now, here’s an exclusive bonus scene for all of you. Remember that moment in the wine cellar a few parts back, when Ralph, Nathan’s groomsman and Calvin’s buddy, ended up on his knees? If you’ve ever wondered how Calvin and Ralph became such laid-back bros who also happen to be occasional fuck buddies, this scene gives you a peek into their backstory.

Written from Calvin's perspective:Ralph and I go way, way back. The blowjob in the wine cellar didn’t just come out of nowhere; we’d been fuck buddies before. Well… blow buddies, if we’re being precise. We rarely ever fucked. It was mostly Ralph being obsessed with my cock, and me never being able to turn down a blowjob; even if it came from my friend who’d spent his whole life pretending to be straight, until he finally couldn’t resist once he heard that...... .....well, I won’t spoil that part. (I’m sure you’ve already guessed why Ralph couldn’t resist). But let me take you back to where it all started.

During senior year of uni, Ralph suddenly decided he was done being the skinny kid and joined the gym with me, hoping I could show him how to put on some muscle. For months it was nothing but normal bro shit. Spotting each other. Arguing about form. Competing on who could bench more. We’d change in the locker room side by side like it was nothing; underwear, bulges, sweat, all of it on display but nothing ever happened.

We had a small circle of 4–5 guys in that gym, the kind you’d nod to, maybe shoot the shit with, then go back to curling in the mirror. But Ralph and I started pairing off, syncing our routines, hanging back longer, talking more. It was like we quietly became each other’s official gym partner.

Funny thing is, he was always the one acting the most straight about it. Ralph hated showering at the gym. He’d call it “gay” just being in there with dudes, side-eyeing anyone who seemed too comfortable being nude. He’d just towel off, throw his clothes on, and bounce. Me and a couple other guys? We didn’t care. We’d rinse off quick, mind our business. But Ralph? No chance.

Then one night it was just him and me. Late workout. The place was mostly cleared out. I hit the showers, steam rising, the room echoing with water drops. He was still by the lockers, peeling off his sweat-soaked shirt, undoing his shoes, stalling like always.

Then, out of nowhere, he smirked. “So...Cal. Is it true?”

I glanced over, water rolling down my chest. “What’s true?”

He raised his brows, like he was almost embarrassed to say it. “You know what Miquel and the guys have been saying about you.”

I laughed, because I had a damn good idea what he meant.“C’mon, don’t act so smug about it,” Ralph muttered, sitting on the bench, bending down to knot his laces.

I leaned back against the lockers, toweling off.

“You know,” he said after a pause, voice lower, “dudes talk about you in the showers.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What about me in the showers?”

He looked up at me, rolling his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. They say Calvin’s packing the biggest cock . Couple guys swore they saw it, said you’re hung like a horse.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I’ve got an average dick.”

Ralph tugged his sneakers off with a scoff. “Sure. Guys like you are the reason we’ve got size insecurity. ‘Average dick,’ my ass.”

“I’m serious, man. A few girls have said stuff here and there, but… I never thought much of it.”

He muttered, half under his breath. “Easy for you. Why would the guy who’s already got chicks throwing themselves at him care if he’s got the biggest cock in the room?”

I stepped closer, the squeak of my soles on tile filling the space, until I was standing over him. He looked up. The only thing I had on was tight, white underwear, and the sweat-darkened fabric was doing a terrible job hiding what I was working with.

“Alright,” I said, smirking. “How about you decide for yourself.”

Ralph’s eyes flicked down...lingering on the bulge longer than he probably meant to, before they dragged back up my abs, my chest, finally landing on my face.

“What the fuck, man. I’m not gay.”

“Miquel and the other guys have seen it too,” I shrugged. “Didn’t make them gay.”He shifted his weight, jaw tight, like he was fighting with himself. “It’s just—” His gaze dropped to my bulge again, his breath caught. “Shit… I don’t know.”

I raised an eyebrow, saying nothing, letting the silence stretch until his shoulders finally slumped.

“Fuck it…” he muttered. And before I could even grin, his hand reached up. Fingers hooked into my waistband, tugging the elastic down. My cock sprang free, heavy, the fabric snapping as it slid off my thighs.

Ralph’s jaw tightened, eyes widening. “Jesus Christ…”

I smirked. “See? Told you. Average.”

“If that’s average…” He swallowed, still staring. “Then I don’t even know what the hell the rest of us are working with.”

I tilted my head, teasing. “Well, if you’re that curious, there’s only one way to really know.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Bro, I’m not even hard right now. Looks pretty average, maybe it grows an inch or two when it’s up. Nothing special.” I giggled, but his eyes didn’t move.

Ralph’s gaze was locked on my cock like he was doing the math in his head, measuring without touching.

“What the actual fuck, man…” he muttered, But then...swear to God...I caught him bite his lip. Quick, subtle. Like he wanted to taste it but couldn’t let himself admit it. Not after all his “that’s gay” locker-room talk.

“So… I mean, yeah. I do get bigger when I’m hard. That’s just how dicks work,” I said casually.

“Uhm… yeah…” he answered, still staring, his voice low.

“If you wanna help me out, maybe you can see it for yourself.”

“Dude… this is fucking insane. I’m—uh, I don’t even…” His words tripped over each other, but his eyes kept dropping from my face back to my cock.

I smirked. “Why don’t you hold it? Hell, take it in your mouth. Get me hard. Then you’ll see how big I actually am.”

He glanced toward the entrance of the locker room, nervous, then back at me...cock, face, cock again. Like he wanted to do it so bad but couldn’t push past the fear.

“C’mon, man. It’s chill. No one’s here.”

“…Uhmm...Okay.”

And then he sank down to the gym floor, right in front of me. His face lined up with my cock, lips parting. He hesitated only a second before wrapping them gently around my semi-hard dick...

“Fuck…” I moaned.

He pulled off with a wet pop, uncertain, “I don’t even know what to do, bro.”

“C’mon,” I smirked, brushing his messy hair back, “just open up and relax your throat. Don’t think about it. Just go slow.”

Ralph swallowed, then wrapped his lips around me again. This time he pushed further, my cock sliding deeper down his throat. His tongue fumbled, clumsy, but it was enough to make me grunt. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen, twitching in his mouth, swelling against his lips.

“Yeah…that’s it,” I groaned, hips rolling gently. “Go deeper, I’m not getting hard if you keep nibbling the tip.”

He gagged lightly, but tried again, determined. Every stroke of his mouth pulled more blood into me, until I was swelling into full size. By the time he’d gotten halfway down, my cock was rock solid, veins bulging, throbbing against his tongue.

He pulled off, coughing a little, spit stringing from his lips to my cock. His eyes widened. “Dude, you taste sweaty…”

I just laughed, brushing his cheek with my thumb, before nudging my cock against his lips again. “Then clean me up.”

He opened, sucked me back down, and I let out a low, broken moan as his mouth wrapped tight around the base of my shaft. By the time he slid off again, my dick was shining with spit, standing proud and angry-hard in front of his face.

“Uh…bro. Fuck…” Ralph muttered, staring up at it like he couldn’t believe.

“What do you think? Big enough?” I teased.

“It’s fucking massive,” he said, almost in awe, before taking me in again, greedier this time.

My head tipped back, a rough groan slipping out. “Yeah, just like that…”

And yeah… that’s how it started. The first blowjob between us. That night Ralph figured out that all that locker room talk was true...yeah, I really do have the biggest cock he’d ever seen.

From there, things escalated. Locker room blowjobs turned into hanging out at his place, and eventually, yeah, I fucked him once or twice. Problem was, Ralph’s ass couldn’t really take cock my size. Too tight, too much. So most of the time we kept it to blowjobs, and I’d rim him every now and then. Quick, easy, no drama.

I don’t even know when it shifted...when “bros working out” turned into “helping each other out.” But little by little, Ralph became this guy who’d drop to his knees for me like it was the most natural thing in the world.

After college, it fizzled out. He moved away, got busy with life. But every now and then, whenever he was back in town for Thanksgiving, Christmas, reunion or work trips... we’d “hang out.” And without fail, if Ralph and I ended up in the same room, a blowjob would happen.

That was the unspoken rule for years....Until last year.. things changed...He started dating this girl, been with her like seven months now. Which is why I didn’t expect it when he caught Masey and me down in the wine cellar. I figured he’d look shocked, maybe walk away. Instead? The guy dropped to his knees like old times and wrapped his mouth around my dick like nothing had changed.

So yeah… maybe Ralph’s not gay. Maybe he’s just curious. Or bi, at most. Whatever label he wants to slap on it, I don’t really care. All I know is this: if Ralph’s around, and I’ve got my cock out… chances are he’s gonna end up blowing me. And you already know me, I never say no to a blowjob :)___________

The Best Man | Part 14: Knock at the Door