Better Than Family… A Matt & Aaron Short Story, Part 4 (NSFW!)

This is it! Part 4 is the final chapter in the Better Than Family short story and yeah, it’s very NSFW. 🙂 A few of you may remember this is a very specific story I’ve been promising for a while. I appreciate the kind words some of you have left here or on FB and Twitter.  The feedback makes sharing these simple stories so much fun! Thank you for checking in over the past few days. I’m looking in to creating Kindle compatible files for all of the free short stories I’ve written so far. Let me know if you’re interested.

By the way, Better Than Safe is coming out in less than 3 weeks! Paul and Seth’s story is now available for pre-order at Dreamspinner Press and ARE, and coming to Amazon very soon!

In the meantime, enjoy a little more Matt & Aaron…

Better Than Family… Part 4 (final chapter)

Aaron threw his head back and laughed. His eyes crinkled  in amusement. His handsome face was bright with humor and something a little more special. Something just for me.

“Oh yeah…I’m interested in your ass. Come on, baby, let’s have some fun.”

He jumped off my lap and pulled my hand, leading me toward our bedroom. He started disrobing the minute he was through the door. His shirt hit me in the head and I almost tripped over his shoes. I was walking in a trance and Aaron was the man in charge. He stood naked and proud in the doorway as he turned to give me one of his signature beautiful smiles. I swallowed hard as I fumbled with my belt buckle, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from him.

He snapped his fingers and pushed open the bathroom door. “Chop chop, I’ll get the shower started.”

Huh?

“I thought you wanted…”

“Matty, you’re too tense. Let’s take a shower. We can wash away your worries in a hot steamy water. I’ll let you wash me too… since it’s my birthday,” he said with a wink.

The master bathroom in our condo wasn’t particularly large, but it was new and boasted state of the art features such as glass tile, modern fixtures and a shower big enough to use at the same time. Aaron had decreed this to be the one room we could leave painted white as it offset the marble countertops perfectly (his words, not mine). In fact, he wanted to keep everything white. He said the textures spoke in this room, not the colors of the towels. I’m pretty sure I tuned him out then. All I cared about at the time was not having to paint yet another room. Aaron had very exacting tastes. He mulled over paint swatches for days before making choices. It drove me crazy at the time, but I had to admit, we had a beautiful home. With a nice white bathroom.

And I was obviously thinking about paint swatches because I was freaked out that I was about to give up the last shred of my gay virginity.  I wanted this, but…

I found Aaron in the shower and stopped to admire him. He looked sleek and toned under the spray as water sluiced through his dark hair and over his olive skin. I opened the clear glass door and joined him. I set aside my worries as we washed one another quietly and ended up playfully groping and making out until the water cooled. We used the huge white bath sheets to dry ourselves before heading for the bedroom. I tied a smaller towel around my waist and watched Aaron move around the king sized bed. He pulled back the navy duvet and laid on his side.

My mouth went dry and my feet felt glued to the floor. I was nervous as hell and glad I’d covered my dick. The erection I’d sported in the shower was long gone. My penis wilted at the thought of what we were planning to do here. Aaron patted the empty space next to him then crooked his finger in invitation.

“Come on, honey. I won’t hurt you,” he snickered. The little asshole.

I made a production of removing my towel as I sauntered toward his side then blindsided him by jumping on him and flattening him with my larger frame. I decided he deserved another round of tickle torture while I was at it.

“Okay, okay! I can’t breathe!” he gasped, pushing at my shoulder.

We eyed one another for a long moment, grinning like a couple of idiots. I bent to kiss him. He sighed and it was all the encouragement I needed. Being naked with him, touching him, holding him was pure heaven. Our kisses deepened and I felt the blood rush south toward my hopeful cock. Aaron noticed and began to stroke me slowly but firmly. I grew rock hard in his hands in what seemed like seconds flat. I tried to reach for him, but he pushed me until I lay flat on my back. Then he crawled over me and straddled my thighs. He pointedly ignored my dick and began a thorough exploration of the rest of my body. He played with my nipples, biting, sucking and pulling at them until I groaned aloud. His hands were everywhere. Up and down my chest, around my waist, over my ass, down my thighs and finally, finally he came back to my aching cock.

He smiled up at me seductively before dropping his head to devour me in one fell swoop. My breath caught and I strained not to let my hips fly. It wasn’t easy. Aaron was a master, and one of his favorite things was giving head. I was blissed out, moaning his name as he licked, sucked and rolled my balls before returning to my dick. I felt the slightest bit of pressure at my back passage and stilled completely. It wasn’t unpleasant, just unexpected.   Aaron didn’t stop stroking or sucking. He kept his finger at my hole as he worked me over. As the pleasure built, the extra pressure became a major turn on. I found myself wiggling my hips in the hopes of gaining a little more friction.

“Good?” He looked up at me.

“Yeah.”

I felt him shift but his hands were still on me, rubbing, kneading and exploring. I wasn’t surprised to feel the unmistakable cool wet sensation of lube as he moved his fingers gently over my hole. I instinctively tightened my muscles and threw my arm over my eyes.

“Matty, open your eyes. Look at me.” I gulped but did as he asked. “Just relax.  I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

I nodded and took a deep breath. I was being an idiot. Aaron did this all the time for me. I made an effort to let myself drift and let go as he massaged my opening.  The tension began to fade and I felt myself relax as he pushed one finger inside me.

“Feel okay?”

“Yeah.”

We’d done this part before. Not often, but he’d had a finger in my ass a couple times and yeah, it felt great once I loosened up, so to speak. Getting me there was the time consuming part. I gave myself over to the sensations below as I reached for my dick. He added more lube and a second finger, then covered my hand and took over. The full feeling was odd at first but… good. And when he bent to lick and suck me while his fingers moved in my ass, I went crazy. He found my prostate and began a wicked massage that had my hips flying off the mattress.

“Stop. I’m gonna cum if you keep going.” I glanced up at him with sweat beading my forehead. “Don’t you want to…”

“Yes, I want to…, but it’s my birthday. We’re doing this my way.” His tone was light but there was no mistaking the longing in his voice.

I laid back and let him do whatever he pleased. I was the perfect combination of completely malleable and extremely horny. I writhed shamelessly under him as he stroke, rubbed, licked and sucked every erogenous zone within reach. I felt that familiar tingle and knew I wouldn’t last. I tried to warn him but he wouldn’t stop. I came so hard my head spun. He swallowed every last drop.

I struggled to right my breathing, thinking I really was a total fuck up sometimes. I wasn’t a fucking teenager. I should have been able to control myself, but no… I was red-faced with embarrassment when I rolled on my side to apologize and hopefully offer a reciprocal blow job. I realized immediately that Aaron had something else in mind.

“I was going to say sorry, but something tells me you’ve got plans for me.”

He grabbed the lube and coated his rigid cock then flashed a pirate’s smile. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Get on top of me.”

I nodded but my limbs felt heavy, like I was moving under water, maybe hoping for a reprieve. I hadn’t changed my mind, but Aaron was well endowed. He wasn’t as big as me, but he was still thick and long and just then, he was really hard. I was intimidated at the thought of having him inside me. But I obeyed.

I straddled his thighs and felt his prick ride between my crack. It was a sexy feeling, and my spent penis began to notice that maybe something fun was taking place. Aaron smiled up at me, encouraging me wordlessly to move. I took a deep breath and reached behind to place his cock at my puckered entrance.

“Feels so good, Matty. Go slow.  Breathe.” I moved lower and felt the head his dick nudge my hole. “Keep going,” he commanded. When I shifted back, I felt him inside me. Just the head of his cock. I sucked in a breath and moved lower on his shaft. It hurt.

“Shh. Stay still for a second. Now move again.”

I did as instructed taking a little more of him inside. It hurt more. My instinct was to pull off and call it a day. Obviously I was meant to be the top and that was fine because Aaron liked to bottom. It was a win all around. But he wouldn’t let me give up. He kept talking me through the initial discomfort, telling me to breathe, telling me to go just a little further. He said I felt good, and that alone made me want to keep going. I wanted him to please him.

My knees went weak as I sunk deeper onto my lover’s cock. I could feel myself stretch to accommodate him. Pain gave way to pleasure. The intense kind that made your breath catch until I realized he was completely inside me. I looked down at him in surprise.

He chuckled softly. “You feel amazing, but you have to move. You’re torturing me.”

I did as he asked. I rolled my hips experimentally, then up and down. It was incredible. I felt electric and on fire, full of him, connected to him in a way I never had been before. As I gained confidence, I set my hands on his stomach and massaged his torso before reaching up to twist his nipples.

“Don’t. I don’t wanna come too soon.”

I stilled my hips and bit my lip.

“Do you want to change positions? Do you want to be on top of me?”

“Yes.”

I carefully unseated myself before flopping to my back on the cool white sheets. Aaron grabbed the lube and applied a little more to both of us before lining his cock at my entrance and gently pushing himself inside. We groaned in unison. He pushed my thighs apart and leaned over to touch his lips lightly to mine.

“Matty, te amo.” He whispered, his wet forehead resting again my cheek for a second.

“Love you too.”

He shifted his weight forward and began moving in a steady rhythm. We were both burning with need and desire in no time. I wanted him to let go and really feel him move inside me. I grasped at his hips and held him close as I gazed into his eyes.

“Baby, fuck me. I want it. I want you.”

“Oh my God. Yes!”

He was losing focus. I could tell he was on the edge. He drew up slightly, balancing his weight on either side of my hips as he let go and fucked into me like a man possessed. He changed his angle and found my prostate again. The effect was instantaneous. Lightning bolts of sheer pleasure shot through me, and my dick surged in response. I stroked myself as he fucked me hard. Unbelievably I came for a second time. I cried out and reached for him, but he was right behind me, lost in his own release. He bucked his hips into me again and again until the tremors subsided. Then he flopped on top of me and buried his head in my shoulder.

I held him close, listening to our breathing and loving the weight of his spent body covering me. I could feel his cum drip from my hole and I had to admit I wasn’t as grossed out as I thought I might be. It was kind of awesome actually. I smiled and squeezed my lover a little tighter.

“Are you okay?” I heard him whisper into my neck, sending a shiver through me. I pulled back to see his face. His eyes were closed, but I knew that my answered mattered.

“Better than okay. Much better.”

“Me too.” He propped himself on my chest and looked deeply into my eyes. “I’ve never done that with anyone I cared about. The fact that I love you is… well, it’s kind of the best birthday present ever, Matty.”

I kissed him. I’m no good with words and that moment was too perfect for me to do anything more than lay back and marvel at how wondrous and life affirming love could be. I was overwhelmed by what I felt for him. The moment spoke for itself. I didn’t need to say anything more.