'Best Man' draft: Saturday morning (Patreon)

This is a draft chapter from the book I'm currently working on, tentatively titled Best Man. It's about an engaged couple in the lead-up to their wedding. While one of the characters, Simon, is well used to being a cuckold, he's not prepared for the intensity of his fiance's new relationship with his bull, Brian.

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It was a Saturday morning, and I was up early after a night on the sofa. Brian staying over for the whole weekend had become more or less a regular thing now, and I was starting to establish my own Saturday morning routine. I knew they’d sleep in later than me, and would fuck once they woke up, so I usually had some time to myself. This morning I’d put on some laundry, watered the garden, and checked my work emails. I’d also sorted through a box or two of junk from the shed out the back, which is something Josh and I had been slowly working through for a couple of months now whenever we got around to it. I was getting hungry so was keen to start making breakfast — I always cooked a big breakfast on a Saturday morning when Brian was in town, because I knew they’d both be hungry — but there was no point starting yet because I’d heard no signs of life and I knew not to start cooking till they’d been fucking at least half an hour.

I’d just put the kettle on to make a second cup of coffee, when I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, my brother, Ben, was standing on the doorstep. 

“Ben! This is a surprise. I didn’t know you even got out of bed this early.”

“Shows what you know, Si” he replied. “I’ve already been out for a run before I came here. Can I come in?”

My mind flashed instantly to the thought of Josh and Brian and what they’d soon be up to. “Umm, it’s kind of not a great time right now to be honest. Could we maybe—“

“It’s important, Si. It won’t take long. What, are you like cooking meth in there or something?”

Fuck. “No, it’s fine, come in.”

He walked straight into the kitchen, where the kettle was just coming to a boil. “Looks like I came right on time. Grab me a coffee?”

I started making coffee. “What’s up, Ben? What’s this important thing you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Efficient. I like that, Si. It’s about Dad.”

“What shit has he pulled this time?”

“Nothing beyond the usual, I think. But he’s struggling in that place, you know? I think we need to find him somewhere better. Somewhere he can be looked after, you know?”

I handed Ben a cup of coffee. “Thanks bro. Hey, where’s the wife?”

“He’s still in bed.” Hopefully still asleep for a while yet.

Ben wandered out of the kitchen and into the living room, where he stopped. “Ah, I see why it isn’t a good time,” he said. As I caught up I saw that the blanket and pillow were still on the sofa from where I slept last night. “Trouble in gay paradise?”

“No, no, nothing like that. We just had a friend over.” Not a lie; I am a terrible liar so if I can bend the truth a little bit the result is always better.

“Ah, ok. Cool,” Ben said, pushing the blanket out of the way and sitting down on the sofa. “Well anyway, his mind’s not what it used to be. Dad’s, I mean. He’s been forgetting things, talking weird shit to people. I think maybe he’s losing his marbles.”

“Yeah, okay. I know you’re right. I’ve seen this coming for a while. He needs to be in a rest home, right?”

At that moment I heard something through the wall. A murmur, or a movement. One of them was awake. 

“I’m glad you agree,” Ben said. “So I’ve been thinking and I checked out a couple of places online.” He pulled out his phone and started looking something up. As he did, I heard low, muffled voices through the wall. Ben didn’t seem to notice. “There’s this one place right by a duck pond, which I thought would be kind of cool.” He showed me a picture on his phone.

I heard the bed creak.

“Looks nice.”

“Or there’s this other one that looks like it’s got a shit tonne of activities and stuff.” He started scrolling through his phone again.

The bed creaked again, and I heard what sounded like a moan.

Fuck. They’re going at it.

“That’s great,” I said, in a state of panic that I was desperate to hide. “Hey maybe you should just send me links and I could look through them.”

The bed creaked, and I heard some definite moaning. I was amazed Ben hadn’t noticed it.

“Yeah, I want to get moving on this quick though dude. I’m kinda worried he’ll do something stupid.”

I knew this was the kind of conversation I needed to give my full attention to. But at that moment all I could think about was how, in a few minutes, I was going to be outed as a cuck in front of my own brother. Fuck. I need to get him out of here. “Okay, yeah, I get it,” I said. “I just don’t want to make a snap decision. So maybe I’ll look through your list and then call you back tomorrow about it?”

That’s when it started. The bed started to creak and thud rhythmically against the wall, and Josh’s moans picked up pace in time with the bed moving.

Ben looked up. “Fuck, what’s he doing in there?”

Shit.

“Umm—“

“Fuck!” I heard Josh cry out, loud enough that the word was clear through the wall. “Harder!” Then the bed started pounding against the wall.

Ben looked confused. I could see it ticking over in his brain. I could almost see every individual realisation sink in: that was our bedroom through the wall; we had no guest bedroom; I’d already said that Josh was still in there. I saw him look over at the blanket and the pillow on the sofa as he put it together in his head.

“Hey, I should probably go,” he said, quickly getting up and scanning the room for somewhere to put his coffee.

“Ummm it’s not—“ It’s not what it looks like? It’s exactly what it looks like.

I took the coffee cup from him, and Ben made a beeline for the front door. I followed him. “Hey, send me the links to the old folks home. I promise I’ll have a look, okay?”

“Yup, sure.” He looked so fucking awkward.

As we got into the hallway the noise stopped. And as I pulled the front door open for Ben to leave, the bedroom door opened too. It was like time stood still, as my brother and I stood there staring at the bedroom door as it swung open, and out stepped Brian. He was naked, his cock still half erect. He looked over at the two of us, gave us a nod, and said “hey”. Then he casually walked to the bathroom, and without even shutting the door, started taking a piss.

We both just stood there for a second, before Ben shook himself out of his stunned state and backed out the door. “Hey well I’ll see you later.”

“Hey, wait!” I stepped outside after him, and pulled the door shut behind me. “Fuck, sorry about that.”

“Hey don’t worry about it,” Ben replied in an attempt at nonchalance that was not at all convincing. “Each to their own, and all that. I’m sorry I barged in, you told me it wasn’t a good time.”

“Sorry.”

Ben paused, tentatively. “Is everything all right, though?”

“Yes. Definitely. Its… I guess you probably wouldn’t understand.”

“All good. Not for me to judge, bro.”

“Thanks.” 

He paused again, as if debating the wisdom of what he was about to say. “Jesus, that guy is hung.” Then, with a slightly sheepish look on his face, he headed for the gate. “Later bro,” he called out.

As soon as he was through the gate, he bolted. I turned to go back inside, but realised I’d just locked myself out. I banged on the door. “Josh! Guys!”

There was no answer.