'Best Man' draft: the bachelor party, part 2 (Patreon)

Okay guys, here is the second half of my draft chapter about our cuckold Simon's bachelor party. If you recall from the previous post, Brian (the bull) has just given everyone at the party a show fucking Josh (the soon-to-be husband) in front of all the guests. And now they've gone off to the bedroom to keep fucking while Simon (the cuck) keeps the bachelor party going without them. 

Hope you like it. And feel free to take inspiration from this for your next party, bachelor or otherwise!

Eventually though, the group kind of just got back to what they were doing, the sounds of fucking in the bedroom becoming like background noise to them. They went back to swimming in the pool, drinking cocktails, sunning themselves. Some of them tried to make conversation with me to distract me from the sounds, but it never worked and most of them gave up trying.

About an hour later, Josh and Brian finally emerged from the bedroom, both naked and glistening with sweat. Brian’s huge cock swung back and forth as he strutted around the room, accepting the congratulatory high-fives and fist bumps from my friends for the way he’d just given it to my fiancé.

Josh sat down next to me, put his arms around me, and kissed me on the cheek. “You been having fun baby?”

“He’s been loving it,” Jonny laughed. “He’s been rock hard the whole time you were gone.”

Josh grabbed my junk to see for himself. “Happy to help,” he said mischievously.

After that we got into the bachelor party proper. Drinking games, music, dancing. As the sun started to go down people started to get some clothes on — even Brian and Josh — and we moved the action from the pool into the house. By the time it was properly dark most of the gang were well on their way to getting pretty plastered.

“Hey so is there a stripper?” Jonny asked. “That’s like a usual bachelor party thing, right? Or is that just for straights?”

“No, we didn’t get a stripper,” I confessed. To be honest about it, it had never actually occurred to me, that’s how familiar I was with typical bachelor party etiquette. “Sorry to disappoint, man.”

“Actually,” Josh piped up, “I kinda had something in mind.”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna be the stripper!?”

“We’ve already seen you naked today, Joshie! You’ve spent most of the afternoon strutting around with your clothes off. It’s not the same now.”

Josh put on a look of mock-offence. “So you don’t want to see me naked again?”

“Always!”

“Good. Because I know how to put on a show.” He grinned. “Someone gonna find a good song for me?”

Rico pulled out his phone and quickly changed the music. Nineties R&B, slow, sexy. Josh got up off the sofa and started to dance. Slowly, swinging his hips, his waist. Slowly he started to pull off his tank top, peeling it carefully from his skin, showing off his toned abs and that soft golden skin that I loved so much.

After a bit of teasing he finally pulled his tank off over his head. He spun it round above his head like a lasso, and then threw it on the floor. Shirtless, now in only his short, tight shorts, he  rubbed his golden chest and ran his hands all the way down to his waist. The guys were all encouraging him now, some just entertained while others looked like they might be genuinely aroused.

He came over to me, stood over me. His hands running all over his skin as his hips circled around and around to the music. He leaned over me, brought his face an inch from mine. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me but he just held it there, teasing me, for a few seconds before pulling away. He turned, facing the others, his ass in front of me. Then he slipped his thumbs under the elastic of his waist and started to slowly pull down his shorts. Painfully, tantalisingly slowly he pulled them down, millimetre by millimetre, until I could see his buttcrack and the top of his perfect, golden bubble-butt.

“Get it off!” Jonny hollered. A few of the others hooted in agreement.

He let his hands linger for a few more seconds, teasing everyone with his reluctance. Then in one quick motion he slipped them down, revealing a black jockstrap underneath.

A few of them cheered. A couple laughed at the surprise reveal. “Where did that come from?” Daniel asked. “You were naked half an hour ago and you found time to go put on a jock for us?”

I couldn’t see Josh’s face but I could hear the grin in his voice. “Gotta put on a decent show for you guys, you know? Didn’t want it to be all over when I got my shorts off.”

He turned around, facing me know. My fucking god he was sexy, standing over me in that little jockstrap hugging his junk as he writhed on the spot, rubbing every inch of his skin. I wanted to touch that smooth, warm skin so bad. But I didn’t. I waited for him.

Josh put a knee up onto the sofa, almost touching my leg. Then another, so he was straddling me. Kneeling, he brought his body close to mine, his stomach inches from my face. He lowered his head, as though he was going to kiss me. I craned my neck upwards and brought my mouth up to meet him. But he didn’t kiss me, he just waited there. I could smell the chlorine pool-water on his skin and the alcohol on his breath as he teased me. Then slowly he lowered himself down, letting his ass nestle into my crotch. It was the closest I’d been to fucking him in weeks.

He smiled. “Feels like he’s enjoying the show,” he announced for all the other guys to hear. They all wooped and cheered as Josh started to grind up and down on my hard, sore, straining cock.

I couldn’t hold back any more; I grabbed him by the hips and held him as I pressed my cock into his ass crack.

“Uh, uh,” he scolded me. He slapped my hand, and as soon as I pulled away he jumped off me. “No touching. Only one man gets to touch.” He looked over at Brian knowingly, and then back at me. “And it’s not you.”

He strutted across the circle, picking out his next target. Anthony. He stopped in front of him and turned, his ass at eye level. Looking me dead in the eyes he bent over, giving Anthony a full eyeful. The gang whooped again. He slowly straightened up, vertebra by vertebra. Then in a sudden, swift motion he dropped his ass into Anthony’s lap, sitting on him like a chair. He bucked up and down, riding him, looking at me the whole time.

Then he was up on his feet, dancing again. Slut-dropping and rising again, using his ass to its best advantage. He walked over to Hassan, and to his obvious glee he wrapped his arms around his neck and lowered himself into his lap. I could see Hassan’s hips move, simulating sex as Josh ground against his cock. God my fiance was hot.

Josh got up. He worked his way around the circle. He rested a hand on Dan’s shoulder, lifted a leg up and set it down on Dan’s chair, his cock close to Dan’s face. Then he was moving on, stopping to dance in front of Jonny. Jonny got up and danced behind Josh, so close that their bodies were almost touching. Then they were touching, Josh grinding up against Jonny’s crotch and leaning back so his neck was nestled under Jonny’s chin. Then like a tease he broke free and carried on around the circle. To Brian.

Brian stood up, and the two of them faced each other. Josh leaned in, and they kissed. Brian’s hands traced over Josh’s ass, his hips, his back. Then Josh pulled away, pushed Brian back down into his chair, and climbed on.

Josh ground against Brian, who growled with approval as he ran his hands all over Josh’s smooth skin. “O yeah, Daddy,” Josh whispered as he ground harder against his cock. He put is arms around Brian’s neck. They kissed again, as he kept grinding against him.

By now Josh was hard; I could see the outline of his cock through the fabric of his jock strap. As he rhythmically rose up and down on Brian’s lap to the beat of the music, I could see that Brian was hard too under his shorts.

“You gonna let me fuck that little ass of yours?” Brian asked. He asked it as though he knew the answer already.

“You wanna fuck me, daddy?” Josh replied, full of faux-innocence.

“You boys wanna see Josh get it again?” Brian asked, this time to the whole group.

The cheers and the hollers settled it. Brian and Josh just laughed.

Josh pulled himself up off Brian’s lap long enough for Brian two wrestle his shorts off, revealing that big, thick, meaty cock standing at attention again despite having only been shooting its load inside Josh a couple of hours earlier. Slowly, carefully, Josh lowered himself back down. Brian manoeuvred his cock into position just as Josh’s ass came down on it and slowly swallowed it up.

Brian looked like he was in heaven as each inch was enveloped by Josh’s incredible ass. He let out a long sigh, “Fuuuucckkk,” as Josh’s ass settled all the way down his shaft leaving him balls deep inside. He started to buck up and down slowly on Brian’s dick, letting a tiny whimpery moan escape each time he came back down and felt the full length of it fill him up.

“God this is hot,” Hamish said, incredulously. “Simon, I can’t believe you get to watch this all the time!”

“So much better than porn,” Dan agreed. I looked over at him; I could see the outline of his dark starting to harden in his pants. He looked back at me, like he was assessing just how far he could go in the situation. And then slowly he moved his hand towards the bulge in his pants and started to rub it through his shorts.

Seeing that, and seeing that I didn’t seem upset, gave the others the confidence of following suit. Within a minute just about every guy in the room was rubbing his dick. Rico was the first to pull his out; it was hard, the head shiny with precum. He started to slowly jack himself off while he enjoyed the show.

Ben looked a little uncomfortable. “Woah, I didn’t realise this bachelor party was gonna turn into a circle jerk!” he joked awkwardly.

“Don’t pretend you don’t think it’s hot too,” Rico shot back.

“Don’t worry man,” Jonny assured him, half joking, half not. “No one’s gonna tell your wife if you want to bust a nut enjoying the show.”

He didn’t, but he did relax. He leaned back with his beer and watched as Brian’s thick, slick cock slid in and out of Josh’s asshole. By now everyone else had their dicks in their hands, masturbating to the live porn show going on in front of them. Everyone except me: I knew better. I’d learnt restraint, and I knew not to start too early because I’d end up holding a limp dick in one hand and a load of spent cum in the other before they’d even hit their stride.

“Hey,” Rico said, jumping up out of his seat, “I’ve got an idea.” He walked over to the kitchen bench, laden with bottles. He grabbed a forty of bourbon and one of rum, and as many shot glasses as he could pick up without dropping the bottles from under his arm. He set the whole lot down on the coffee table in the centre of the circle. “Shots, every time someone cums.”

There was laughter, cheers of agreement. A little protest: “we’ll all be fucking smashed in ten minutes!” But it looked like it was agreed.

Rico sat down, this time next to Hamish. Rico tentatively put his hand on Hamish’s cock, and Hamish didn’t stop him. Instead he took Rico’s cock in his hand and the two of them started to jack each other off.

That got more cheers. “So it’s a fucking orgy now!” Hassan observed, laughing at them.

But most people’s eyes were still on Josh and Brian. Josh was still riding Brian in his chair. But now he was really going for it: he’d picked up the pace, picked up the intensity, riding him like he was on one of those bucking bronco rides. Slamming his ass right down, wailing as Brian’s cock hit him deep. He leaned right back, in ecstasy, as Brian’s strong arms held him and stopped him from falling backwards.

At that point Jonny was almost about to bust. “Fuck!” he yelled. “God I’m about to cum.”

Josh didn’t even look at him; he was leaning back, eyes closed, riding Brian like his cock was the centre of the universe. But between gasps he managed to get out, “On me… Cum… On me.”

So Jonny took three steps towards Josh, furiously pumping his cock to completion. With an anguished cry he came, shooting a jet of cum all over Josh’s chest. Then another, then another.”

“Whoooo!” Rico cheered. “Shots up, boys!” He messily poured bourbon all over the row of shot glasses, getting most of them at least pretty full, while Hamish continued to stroke his cock for him. He picked up glasses, handed them round to Hamish, me, Anthony. He clinked his glass against Hamish’s and knocked it back. I did the same, and the others all grabbed their glasses and necked them too. Rico quickly refilled them, before getting back to Hamish’s waiting cock.

Dan was next. He was quiet, but I could see it in his face. He jumped out of his chair and staggered over to Josh. He looked at me, straight in the eyes, with a look that was almost apologetic, as he sprayed his load over Josh’s face. Josh moaned in appreciation, licked a little of it off his lips, but otherwise was completely absorbed by what Brian was doing to him.

Brian had stopped letting Josh ride him as he sat there passively; now he was pumping him hard, thrusting into him. Fast, frenzied. Making Josh scream.

Rico handed me another shot. I chucked it back, slammed the glass on the table. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I reached into my shorts and pulled out my throbbing, aching penis, and started jerking off to it.

Hamish was next, but Rico sensed he was close and instead of letting him shoot all over Josh, he wrapped his mouth around Hamish’s cock and swallowed his load.

Another shot.

Then Anthony was letting out a battle cry as he unloaded all over Josh’s chest. And someone was handing me another shot.

Now even Ben had his hand down his pants. I glanced over just at the right moment to see Rico’s dick erupt with Hamish’s hand firmly gripping it. But then I was distracted again by the sound Josh was making. I knew that sound. That high-pitched, breathy, desperate squeal. “Oh god!” he yelled. And as Brian pounded him, Josh shot his load. It spurted up into the air and came down all over him. Brian was still fucking him so hard, bouncing him up and down, that when the next few spurts erupted they went in all kinds of directions.

The crowd cheered. There was another shot in front of me.

“I don’t know —“ Josh moaned. “If I… Can… Take… Much… More…”

But he didn’t have to worry, because at that moment Brian’s face tensed up. Followed by his shoulder muscles, his stomach. He thrust once more deep into Josh and held it there as he let out an almighty growl.

Josh let out a moan, leaned back and closed his eyes one last time.

No one cheered; everyone was totally silent. As though they didn’t want to break the sanctity of that moment when Brian finally gave Josh his load. They were all in awe of the way Brian had fucked him. Silently Hassan and Ben both ejaculated too, but were too lost in the moment to make a sound. A few more seconds and I was there too; I clenched up, and with a sharp intake of breath I felt my load spill out like an overflowing pot.

The silence lasted a good thirty seconds or so, it seemed like. And then Rico was pouring another row of shots, spilling booze all over the floorboards as he did. He handed me a shot. “Fuck your husband’s a lucky man, getting fucked by that god.”

I didn’t say anything. The room was spinning. I took the shot, chucked it back. As it hit my throat I realised I’d hit my limit. I could feel the vomit welling up in me the same way the cum had been a few seconds earlier. I got up, and with the world spinning around me I ran to the bathroom to throw up.