'Best Man' draft: The bachelor party, part 1 (Patreon)

I've been pretty quiet on here for the last few weeks, so sorry to my subscribers for leaving you hanging. Partly it's because my day job has been fucking hectic over the last few weeks. But to be honest it's also partly because while my latest book has been very much appreciated by some readers, it's also had a bit of negative feedback which got me a little down and really affected my motivation to write.

I've been back at it hard this week though, and I've got another draft to share if you're interested. This is the first half of a chapter from Best Man, covering my cuckold protagonist's bachelor party. Hope you like it boys! And as always please hit me up with some feedback.

I stepped out onto the paving, two cocktails in hand. The cloudless sky was a vivid shade of view, almost matched by the swimming pool. We’d got pretty lucky with our choice of days for our bachelor party.

We’d arrived at Nine Mile Bay earlier that morning, just the two of us. Most of our guests — parents, workmates — wouldn’t be arriving till the following day, but a few of our closest friends were coming over today for our bachelor party.

One of the good things about a same sex wedding is that you get to make up a whole lot of the traditions yourself. So we’d decided that we’d share our bachelor’s party instead of doing one each, and we’d organise it ourselves. No bar, no seedy strip club. Just the grooms and our closest friends, spending an afternoon chilling out in the pool with cocktails, and then an evening of getting messed up. Then tomorrow we could sleep off our hangovers all morning, meet the relatives when they turned up later in the day, and be ready to go for the wedding day itself.

Our room was amazing; it was almost a complete house. It only had one bedroom, but it had a sizeable living area that opened out onto a private courtyard with its own small pool. It was a shame we only had it for tonight, for the party. Tomorrow we’d be sleeping in separate rooms in the main hotel complex, and then after the wedding we’d have a hut down by the beach to ourselves.

By now most of the people had arrived. Josh, Hamish and Jonny were splashing around in the pool while the others lounged around sipping drinks and bantering. I had a momentary feeling of self-consciousness as I surveyed their bodies. Apart from Ben — obviously the only straight guy in the room with his long board shorts — the other guys all had on tight speedos or trunks, all tight enough to show off great asses and bulges that were obviously bigger than mine. I suddenly regretted wearing this speedo — I’d wanted to make the most of the fact that I was allowed out of my cage for the time we were at the resort, and at the time I’d imagined myself looking sexy in it. But of course my attempts to get ripped for my wedding day hadn’t gone quite as successfully as I’d imagined. But I told myself: We’re here to celebrate how you’re about to marry the hottest piece of ass any of these guys have ever met. So even if I didn’t feel like the best looking guy at the party, I was definitely the luckiest.

I handed Anthony and Hassan their cocktails and headed back into the kitchen to make one for myself. As I stepped back inside, out of the sun, I wondered for a moment how I ended up being the one mixing drinks at my own bachelor party. I guess I was the host, though.

Before I reached the kitchen though, I heard a knock on the door. I made a beeline towards it, the butterflies in my stomach starting up again; there were only two or three people left to arrive, and one of them made me extremely nervous.

I opened the door, and it was Brian. He was wearing a muscle shirt that showed off his considerably muscular shoulders, and shorts that were just tight enough for his massive package to be obvious.

“Hey cuck,” he said with a grin. “Happy bachelor party.”

I tried feebly to act welcoming and nonchalant, even though my heart was racing already. Josh had told me that he’d told Brian to be on his best behaviour, and besides, half of the guys there already knew about him anyway. The anticipation of what he might do, how much he might give away, how much he might humiliate me in front of my friends, terrified me. “Thanks Brian. Come on in. Can I get you a drink?”

He shut the door behind him. “Sure, what have you got?”

I motioned to the bench full of alcohol bottles. “Pretty much everything, I think.”

“Make me something nice,” he told me. Then, leaving me to make his drink, he wandered out to the pool. As I hurriedly stirred, I heard a ripple of greetings coming from outside. I hurried out into the courtyard just in time to see Josh pulling himself out of the pool. “Hey daddy, glad you could make it,” he said, wrapping his arms around him and planting a long, passionate kiss on his lips. Brian grabbed onto Josh’s ass in his skimpy speedo.

With that a few of the guests let out a cheer. I scanned the scene: a few of them were laughing, enjoying the show. Jonny looked a little confused, but he had a bit of an idea what our relationship was like so he didn’t seem to bothered. A couple of them — Ben and Hamish in particular — looked a little concerned.

The kiss ended. “So,” Brian said Josh, “Last night of partying as a single man. You gonna make the most of it?”

“Oh yeah, of course!” Josh replied. “I’m ready for anything.” With that he jumped into the pool. Brian pulled off his singlet, and then his shorts, revealing an even tighter pair of swimming trunks that looked like they were struggling to contain his monster cock. Then he jumped in after Josh. I put his drink down on a table by the pool and walked over to where the others were chatting, trying to pretend like the situation was normal.

“Hey Si,” said Rico. “I can see why Josh goes for that guy. He looked like he must be hung like a fucking stallion!”

“Haha, yeah. He’s pretty big.” I looked over to the pool to where Josh and Brian were play-fighting in the pool, Josh yelling and laughing while Brian grabbed him and tackled him.

“I’m guessing this is a new bull?” Jonny asked, towelling himself dry. “Bold move, inviting him to your bachelor party. Does that mean he’s coming to the wedding too?”

Rico set him straight: “Dude, he’s Josh’s best man.”

“Whoa!” Jonny chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

I looked over and saw Daniel quietly explaining something to Hamish, who looked surprised as hell. I knew what that was about, and although I was grateful to Daniel for saving me the awkwardness, my dick jumped a little at the idea he just found out I was a cuck.

Ben sidled up to me and gestured I follow him into the house, so I excused myself from the conversation. When we were safely inside and out of earshot of everyone else he asked me, “So this Brian guy is like, a regular?”

“Yeah.” For a moment I debated trying to make up some kind of story to soften the details a bit, so this wouldn’t seem so fucked up. But I figured he’d already seen enough, and he’d probably see and hear worse tonight, so I might as well just be honest. “He and Josh have been hooking up for a few months now.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, it’s totally fine. I’m into it. It’s, ah, kind of a kink of mine.”

He looked confused. “Okay, I get it, everyone’s got their things. But at your wedding? In front of all your friends? That must be humiliating! It seems fucked up they’d do this to you. Are you sure they’re not pushing this too far?”

“No, it’s okay. I mean, most of the guys already know.”

He shook his head. “It seems a little disrespectful. Why did you guys even invite this guy?”

“Well, I mean, he’s the best man.”

“What the fuck? The guy who’s fucking your soon-to-be husband is the best man?” He looked astonished. “That is some fucked up shit right there.”

“Honestly Ben! It’s fine!” I was getting a little pissed at his judgmental tone now. “I’m into it. I’m a fucking cuckold. I get off on Brian fucking my boyfriend!”

I heard a few chuckles, and realised I’d raised my voice a bit too loud just then. I looked over and saw pretty much everyone looking over at us. One or two were wincing on my behalf. Others were grinning, obviously amused. Including Brian and Josh, sitting in the pool leaning on the edge.

“Hey baby,” Brian said to Josh. Loudly, so I could hear. “You hear that? He can’t stop talking about how much he loves it when we fuck. You think maybe we should give him a treat?”

“Yeah,” Josh replied. He kissed Brian and wrapped his arms around him. Brian picked Josh up, walked him over to the shallow end of the pool, and lifted him onto the edge of the pool. He kissed him, leaned over him and gently pushed him onto his back on the pavers. Then he slowly started to peel off his wet speedos, which got a holler from the other boys.

I could see Brian start to get hard. He was standing in water that was only thigh-deep now, and in his wet trunks you could make out the entire outline of his steadily thickening cock, and his full balls. He started to pull his trunks down. “You want my dick, baby?” he asked.

“Yes please!” Josh whimpered.

He pulled his trunks right down and stepped out of them in the water, his beefy cock springing out fully erect. He spit on his hand, rubbed it all over his cock, and then slowly, in front of the whole party, began to slide it into Josh’s willing ass.

“Fuck, Daddy!” Josh moaned. “It feels so fucking good.”

One or two of the boys started to chant “Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him!” as Brian slid the length of his cock all the way in. They started to crowd around for a better look.

Ben looked at me. “You’re sure? You’re sure you’re okay with this bro?”

Jonny turned around from the show. “Of course he is man, look how hard he’s getting.”

They were both staring at me as my erection grew - nowhere near the size of Brian’s but obvious enough in my tiny swimming trunks.

Ben laughed, but then quickly stifled it. He shrugged his shoulders. “Okay then bro, looks like you’re into it.”

The guys kept egging Josh and Brian on as they fucked on the edge of the pool. Jonny lay back on the wet concrete as Brian slowly sunk his big dick in, drew it out, and sunk it in again rhythmically. Seeing Josh empaled on Brian’s cock like that, with all my closest friends as an audience, made me hard beyond belief.

“Fuck, look at him go!”

“That dick, man. God it’s fucking huge.”

“Joshie’s taking it like a pro!”

“Think he’ll do me next?”

Brian seemed to be enjoying the comments, the attention. That cocky half-smirk on his face that he was trying not to let show, that gave it away. Josh, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious. Consumed totally by the feeling of Brian filling him up.

Brian leaned in, and Josh rose into a sitting position to meet him. They kissed as they fucked on the edge of the pool, Josh desparately holding on tight and pinning every inch of his skin against Brian, not letting go for anything.

In one smooth motion, Brian slipped one arm around Josh, and the other under his ass for support, and lifted him off the ground. He positioned him and lowered his ass down onto his waiting cock, and fucked him standing in the swimming pool. The effortless way he could pick him up, hold his entire weight while he fucked him, all without seeming to strain at all, just made Brian seem hotter and stronger and more masculine than I’d already considered him, if that was even possible.

They fucked like that for a few minutes, until Brian whispered something in Josh’s ear. Josh nodded enthusiastically, and then nestled his head into Brian’s shoulders, arms wrapped around him tight. Slowly and carefully, Brian started to walk out of the shallow end of the pool, still holding Josh empaled on his cock. He started to walk off into the house.

“Wait, you’re not leaving us are you?” Rico asked.

Brian grinned. “Sorry boys. Gonna get a bit on alone time.” He carried on walking, carrying Josh into the house to the disappointed groans of my friends. They disappeared into the bedroom — the bedroom reserved for me and Josh — and shut the door.

Once they were gone the guys didn’t seem to know quite how to act. Hamish avoided talking to me, or even making eye contact. A couple of the others really leaned in though, and kept on ribbing me.

“That must be tough on the old ego,” Daniel joked, “Seeing another guy give it to your soon-to-be husband like that.”

“Holy shit yeah,” Hassan agreed. “Gotta say, that’s not something I ever expected to see at a bachelor party.”

To be honest though I was only half listening, because I was focused on the noises coming from the bedroom. Those moans, that pleading for Brian to fuck him harder. And all my friends hearing at it, not knowing what to do except laugh at the crazy situation they’d found themselves in — and to try ignore the fact that I was standing there among them with a leaking hard-on in my swimming shorts, getting off on hearing it.