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

Okay, it's done! After a long, long time, I've finished the draft of this book tentatively titled Best Man. 

I'm not going to share the final chapter, because I don't want to spoil it for you all. This chapter, the honeymoon, is the second-to-last chapter, so it's the last one you'll see until the book is ready to drop! But don't worry, you'll be the first ones to get a copy.

I've split this chapter up into two because it's long. So here's the first half, covering the first few days of the honeymoon. Be sure to make suggestions if you want!

The guests all left the day after the wedding. It had been my idea to plan it that way; I’d figured that I wouldn’t want to have a whole bunch of relatives and friends around that I’d need to entertain when I should be enjoying my honeymoon with my husband. I hadn’t quite realised at the time how little of my honeymoon I’d actually be spending with my husband. It was a relief though, knowing everyone would be gone before they’d have a chance to really see the full extent of just how pathetic I’d become.

That first day the staff kept congratulating the two of them as they walked around the resort. The way they walked hand-in-hand together, how inseparable they were, it seemed like the logical conclusion to make. They made the perfect couple: so handsome, so fit, glowing and smiling and completely in love.

I was just a third wheel, following a couple of metres behind and watching them. The whole time I fidgeted with my wedding ring, glad to have been allowed it back after Brian got out of bed that morning, but unable to think of much else besides the words Josh had said as he’d put the ring on Brian’s finger last night.

For most of that first day I still thought that eventually Brian would leave us to it at some point, and let me have a real honeymoon with my husband. I hung back as they swam together in the ocean. I sat clothed by the edge of the pool as they spent happy hour drinking cocktails at the swim-up bar. Then I followed at a respectful distance as they walked hand-in-hand along the beach, framed against the pink and orange clouds as the sun started to set out to sea.

I figured I was entitled to accompany them for dinner though. We all had to eat, and I had a right to be there.

We walked up to the restaurant, the two of them side-by-side and me following. We were greeted by a waitress who greeted them warmly, not even noticing me. “There’s a special spot we save for honeymooners,” she told them. “It’s got the best view for watching the last of the sunset.” She gestured to them to follow; I did too.

She took us to a table. It was set for two. As she turned to usher them towards it she noticed me for the first time. She looked a little confused, not sure what to say. Josh looked at me too — like he’d forgotten I was there until that moment — and he clarified for her: “Oh yeah, we’ll need a table for three.”

The waitress looked embarrassed. “Sorry, I’ll get you another chair. One second.” She hurried away as Josh and Brian took their seats. I just stood there, feeling the eyes of every person in the restaurant, as I waited. I saw the waitress have a brief conversation with someone else as they figured out which table had a free chair they could take. They talked in hushed tones, and both looked over at me standing there like an idiot.

Eventually she was back with a chair. And then a glass, a napkin, some cutlery. Finally I was sitting across a table from my husband, ready for a romantic dinner. Except the romance wasn’t for me.

Dinner was the first time I was really included in the conversation. We talked about nothing really: relived moments from the wedding, talked about the various guests now that they’d left. It was a little surreal having this conversation. It started to feel a little comfortable even. Like all three of us had shared the wedding yesterday. Like we were a thruple, rather than a happy couple and their cuckold third wheel.

Eventually I stopped the conversation abruptly to ask, because I had to: “Brian, how long are you staying for?”

He looked smug. “As long as Josh wants me to, I guess.” He paused, then elaborated. “I’ve got six days off. So as long as Josh wants me here I can stay the whole time.”

“The whole six days?” I looked at Josh with what I’m guessing must have been desperation in my eyes. “So I don’t get any time alone with you?”

“I can leave any time,” Brian reassured me. “Any time Josh asks me to.”

Josh looked awkward. “Sorry babe,” he told me. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to want him here for the whole six days.” He took my hand. “We’ll still get plenty of time together though, I promise.”

“Just no sex,” Brian chipped in, with that same smug grin.

*                  *                   *

When we got back to our hut that night, there was a camp stretcher and extra blankets set up in the room. “We asked them to set up a little bed for you,” Josh explained.

That night they fucked, for hours, while I lay there in the dark listening to them. Now that I knew how this honeymoon was going to go down, I though to myself, fuck it. I wasn’t going to get any action, so I might as well enjoy it the only way I could. So as I lay there in the dark on the stretcher I jerked myself off listening to the sounds of their lovemaking. I edged myself, stopping every time I got close, and I managed to last for almost twenty minutes before I came a huge load all over my chest. I felt it trickle down my skin as I lay there catching my breath; they were still fucking, sounding like they hadn’t even fully reached their stride.

I got hard again, and once again I tugged on my hard dick listening to Josh moan. In the shadows I could see him riding Brian, bucking up and down, yelping and gasping for breath every time Brian’s cock hit that spot that I’d never quite managed to discover. Eventually I came again, while they kept going. Eventually I fell asleep, the rhythmic moans and creaking of the bed lulling me to sleep.

*                  *                   *

On the second day I woke up early. I silently got dressed as the two of them lay there in each other’s arms, blissfully spent from the night before and completely unaware of the sun streaming into the room through the thin curtains. I wandered over to the hotel restaurant and ordered some breakfast to go. I could have just called for room service, got it delivered, but it felt more special this way.

When I ordered three coffees I got a little smirk from the barista. Most of the staff knew by now that I was one of the grooms from the wedding, and I guessed the word must be getting round that I wasn’t the only guy sharing the beach hut with my husband. I tried not to let it get to me. I felt like a fucking fool. But at the same time, knowing they all knew I was a cuck made me a little horny.

I headed back to the room balancing a tray full of coffees and a couple of cardboard boxes full of fruit, muffins and whatever other food I could carry without it becoming a mess on the way back to the hut.

When I opened the door to the room they stirred a little bit. Josh rolled over and nestled into Brian’s chest, and Brian instinctively kissed the top of Josh’s head by reflex, like his body knew to do it even in a half-asleep state. With a satisfied groan and a little writhing around the two of them started to wake up properly, while I emptied the contents of the breakfast out onto plates.

Josh sat up. “Morning daddy,” he said to Brian, giving him a long kiss. Then he looked over at me. “Morning babe. Have you been out already?”

I nodded. “I got us breakfast. I thought maybe we could eat together.”

No one seemed to protest so I carried on doing what I was doing. I brought a tray of food and coffees over and set it down in the middle of the bed, and we all dug in. For a little bit, the three of us sitting together on the bed in the morning sun eating breakfast together, I felt like I was actually a part of this honeymoon.

“Sleep okay?” Josh asked with a grin as he ate a blueberry muffin. “I heard you jerking off last night; hope we didn’t keep you awake for too long.”

I didn’t bother trying to hide my embarrassment from him. At this stage I figured I needed to just own it. “Twice,” I admitted, kind of boastfully.

“Glad you’re having fun then.”

“It wasn’t quite what I’d had in mind,” I admitted. Josh looked a little guilty at that, so I added, “But it was hot though.”

“Good. Hey, I was thinking. How about you let Brian and me have a bit of alone time after breakfast,” Josh suggested. “And then the three of us can spend some time together, properly. No following us round like a lost puppy. The three of us — maybe we could go snorkelling or take that walk up to the ridge.”

I could feel myself light up at the suggestion, almost disregarding the fact that my husband had basically just told me I was being kicked out of the room so they could fuck without me. I agreed — a little too enthusiastically to maintain any sense of cool — and I hurriedly finished my breakfast, grabbed a book to keep me busy, and gave them the room.

I went for a long walk along the beach, my dick semi-hard the whole time as I imagined the two of them together in the hut, fucking in the morning sun and enjoying the privacy of having me gone. I wanted to run up into the dunes and knock one out, but I didn’t. I’d become pretty good at showing restraint by now.

After my walk I found a hammock under the trees near the beach and read my book. I’d got through easily eighty pages or so before Josh and Brian found me there late in the morning. Josh bounded up and gave me a kiss on the lips. “Thanks for giving us some time alone,” he whispered.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he replied emphatically. “Every time he fucks me it just gets better, you know? He fucked a big load into me. So keep an eye out and you might see it leak out.”

God, the thought of that made me hard.

That afternoon the three of us picked up some snorkelling gear from the stand down by the beach, and went swimming out to the reef together. We had fun together; for a couple of hours I didn’t have to watch Josh and Brian touch each other or kiss or gaze into each other’s eyes. It was just three friends hanging out, exploring what was under the surface of the ocean, none of us focused on sex. Of course I couldn’t help admiring their bodies in their swimsuits; Josh’s ass looked so good in his little speedo, and the fabric of Brian’s tight shorts clung to the shape of his cock. But I enjoyed the wholesomeness of the experience. Finally I felt like I was actually a part of this little group of me, my husband and his lover.

After we came out of the water we lazed around on the beach for a bit, till we were hot enough for another swim. Then while we were still refreshed enough to feel the energy for it, the three of us headed up through the bush to the ridge overlooking the resort. On the way I was often behind Josh and Brian as they chatted, just watching Brian’s muscular, sweat-sheened shoulders as he walked along in front of me. But the order would change periodically based on the speed we all walked, which meant I got some face-time with Josh for a bit as Brian walked on ahead. I even had a one-on-one with Brian at one point, Josh too far in front to join in the conversation. Despite the power imbalance, and despite how much he usually liked to emasculate me, the conversation was remarkably normal. He asked about my family, my upbringing, my life before I met Josh. It was the first time he’d ever really shown an interest in me, besides taking satisfaction in belittling me.

The walk took it out of us — me at least — and by the time we got back it was close to dinner time. The three of us cooled off in the pool, and sat there drinking cocktails until it seemed like a good time for dinner. We ate together at a table for three in the restaurant, and this time I didn’t feel like a third wheel. Just like before, I felt like one of three friends just enjoying a meal together.

After dinner we went for a walk along the beach. It was a still, cloudless night so not a single star was obscured. The three of us walked side-by-side in the sand. It wasn’t till we were almost back at the beach hut that I noticed them holding hands, and was reminded of what the dynamic between us really was.

It was still early when we got back, but we were all pretty tired out. To my surprise, Josh and Brian didn’t even fuck. They got naked, curled up in bed together, and Josh nestled into the space between Brian’s chest and his arm. “Night hun,” he called out to me. Then he turned off the light.

I was shattered by all the walking and swimming we’d done that day. So I fell asleep almost instantly. I think I woke up in the night to the rustling sheets and low moans of Josh being fucked quietly in the dark, but apart from that I had a sound, peaceful night’s sleep.

I woke up before them again the next day. I wandered over to the restaurant to get us all coffees, stopping to drink mine on the beach as I watched a flock of seabirds attempting to pluck fish out of the water.

When I got within about ten metres of the hut I could hear them fucking. They must have really been making up for their quiet night, because Josh was wailing like he was taking the pounding of his life. For a few seconds I just stood outside the door, listening to them fuck and feeling my dick straining against its cage, as I wondered whether I should go in and watch or just let them be.

It’s my fucking honeymoon, I decided eventually. I should get some fun too.

I tried to turn the handle, but it was locked from the inside. I hadn’t brought my key, I’d figured I wouldn’t need it because I’d left the door unlocked when I left. That settled it, then. I headed back to the beach, and drunk Brian’s coffee myself. Josh’s I threw in the bin, because I can’t stand trim milk and I figured two was probably enough for that early in the morning.

I busied myself for a while. I went for a walk down the beach, then a swim in the ocean. I was lucky that I’d been wearing my swim shorts when I went for coffee, otherwise I wouldn’t even be able to do that. After an hour or so I walked back down to the hut, but when I paused outside the door I could hear them still fucking, so I turned around and went back to the beach.

I had a nice day on my own. I went for a long walk, round past the big rocky point at the mouth of the harbour. I went on another bush walk, watched the birds in the forest, went for a couple of swims. I snorkelled again, but the spot I tried didn’t compare to what I’d seen the day before. I hired a stand-up paddle board, and spent a couple of hours on a leisurely paddle on the still water, watching the fish circling below me.

It was late afternoon when I saw Josh and Brian. I was absentmindedly walking back along the beach towards the hotel, looking out at the sea, and I almost tripped over them. They were lying together on towels on the sand, again wearing nothing but the tiniest swimwear that it was possible to wear. Brian’s buldge looked particularly big, like it was close to bursting out; I guess I might have interrupted something.

“Hey hun,” Josh said cheerfully. “How’s your day been?” Like he didn’t even care that he’d ditched me all day.

“It was fine,” I replied, a little glum, a little annoyed.

“You been in the water? It’s so good right now.”

I nodded. “Yeah I’ve been in a couple of times today already.”

I waited for an invitation to join them. But none was forthcoming. So eventually after an awkward few seconds, I just asked. “Mind if I join you?”

Brian looked up at me, a disapproving look on his face. “Dude, can you give us a bit of space?”

I sighed and without a word kept walking. Josh called out after me, “We’ll see you in a bit. Maybe dinner?”

I was fuming. As I walked down the beach I turned to look back, just in time to see Brian run his hand down Josh’s abs and under the fabric of his speedo, before Josh playfully batted his hand away and kissed him.

I went to the bar, got a pina colada. Then another. Then one or two of something a bit harder. By the time I realised I should probably eat something, I realised that it was right on dinner time. I walked back to the beach hut but there was no sign of them. The door was locked, and there were no noises coming from inside.

So I walked back to the restaurant. When I got there I saw them. They were sitting at that same table we’d all sat at on the first night, but this time it was only set for two. There were candles, it looked romantic. And the two of them looked happy.

“Table for one, please.”

I watched them from across the room as I ate my dinner alone. They were done before me, and Brian’s arm was around Josh’s shoulder as they walked out of the restaurant together without noticing me there.

The waiter who came over to clear my plate away looked at me sympathetically. “Hey, I’m really sorry man,” he said. “It’s pretty savage, getting dumped on your honeymoon like that.”

“It’s not—“ I tried to set him straight. “He didn’t.”

The waiter looked at me like I was crazy. “Umm, how about you tell that to the guy who wined and dined your husband just now. Everyone’s seen them all over the resort, and they’re looking pretty close.”

Everyone’s got a line, and I think this is when I reached it. “Thanks for your concern,” I barked at him angrily. I got up and got out of the restaurant as fast as I could.

I marched down to the hut. It was locked. Of course it was locked. I banged on the door.

Nothing. I banged again. “Josh! Josh! Let me in!”

Still nothing. I listened; I could hear low voices inside. I banged again. “Josh! Brian! For fuck’s sake let me in. This is my hut. Josh, you are my husband.” I thumped as hard as I could. “Let me the fuck in!”

The door opened suddenly, just as I was about to bang on it again. Brian stood there, looming over me, already naked but not yet hard. I instantly felt foolish, but still angry.

He looked me up and down. “Fine.” He gestured an invitation into the room. “If you’re gonna be such a little bitch about it.”

I stepped inside. He pointed to the corner. “You can stay and watch. As long as you sit there, on the floor, and keep quiet. Not a fucking sound. I don’t want to know you’re here.” He walked back over to where Josh was laying on the bed, before turning back to me and saying, “And don’t you even think about touching that little dick, understood?”

I nodded, and got down on the floor. From there Brian and Josh ignored me as I watched them fuck for the next hour at least. Brian fucked him hard. Rough. Slapped his ass, slapped his face. Held him by the neck as he pounded his ass. Bit his nipples, pulled his hair. “You like that?” he kept asking him. Josh kept nodding. “Fuck yes. Keep fucking me daddy.”

Eventually they were turned round, both facing me with Josh on his hands and knees and Brian fucking him from behind. Josh looked directly at me, locked eyes with a look that said look what he can do that you never could. Brian though, he just had his eyes closed, enjoying the bliss of wrecking Josh’s ass. Eventually with a roar from Brian and a yowl from Josh, Brian came and they collapsed in a heap on the bed.

Eventually they got up. I stayed there, on the floor in the corner as they each knocked back a glass of water, and climbed back into bed under the thin cotton sheet. Then with a tender kiss goodnight to Josh and not a word to me, Brian turned off the light, leaving me to find my way to my cot in the dark.