Better Than Pride…(A Short Story with Aaron & Matt from Better Than Good) Part 3 -NSFW!!

ImageHappy Friday the 13th!  As promised here is part 3.  I was hoping to get the last part posted today too, but I’m running short on time so Part 4 will be posted Sunday.  This part is very NSFW.  Safe sex is vital.  However, keep in mind Aaron and Matt have now been together for over a year and are in a committed relationship.  If you read Better Than Candy, you know this.  If not, you can find it on my blog archive. 

By the way, 3 days till Better Than Friends!!  Woohoo!    xo Lane

Part 3

The cab ride was short. Thank God. I still felt queasy and was more than a little chagrined at my reaction to being on a freaking ferry ride. Mentally I belittled myself as Aaron kept up a steady stream of chatter pointing out various places of interest along the way. My first impression of P Town was that it looked like a quaint seaside beach town. It was a typical New England charming seaside village, but it was also a mecca for art, theater and the LGBT community. I had never seen so many rainbow flags in one place in my life. They flew proudly from almost every business along the main street, right next to the American flag.

We pulled in front of a small wood shingle bungalow with a wide wrap-around porch. I paid the taxi driver as Aaron bounded out of the car like a demented Labrador calling Jay’s name. In a flash Jay was there to greet us, hands on his hips wearing a huge grin.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting for ages!” He pulled Aaron into a welcoming embrace and kissed his cheek. “Peter, they’re here!! Mojito time!”

I knew we were on the beach, but I wasn’t really prepared for the sheer beauty of the uncompromised view the bungalow boasted. The view from the deck was stunning. A long stretch of golden sand and then the gorgeous blue of the Atlantic Ocean. There were sailboats in the distance, but we were clearly in a secluded area. It was very peaceful.

“What do you think?” Aaron wrapped his around my mid-section from behind.

“Unbelievable.”

“I know. Peter insists on being away from the action. Jay and I always complain but …”

“You can go to the action. Here you are. My famous mojitos.” Peter had a tray of the minty fresh beverage at hand. I took a glass and inclined my head and drink in thanks.

The four of us settled on Adirondack chairs on the deck sipping mojitos and catching up. Jay and Aaron chatted non-stop listing an itinerary of things we had to do while we were there. I caught Peter watching them fondly and noted that he seemed extremely relaxed. It looked good on him. Peter was one of those crazy naturally good-looking guys who would have to try hard not be attractive. But he had a demanding job and traveled a ton. Seeing him look so completely at ease seemed to naturally take away the lines of fatigue and effectively catapult him into a ridiculous realm of hotness.

Peter must have sensed my stare. He turned in his chair offering a full-watt smile.

“Those two will be like that all weekend, you know.” He pointed an amused thumb in our boyfriends’ direction.

“I’m used to it now. It’s like a funny background noise I can tune in and out at will.”

“I heard that,” Aaron said smacking my arm playfully 

“Hmph.” Peter gave me a faux dirty look before taking a sip of his Mojito. “I think there’s a parade in town tomorrow. A sort of pre-Pride thing. Should we ride bikes or just walk?”

“Walk for sure. Let’s not deal with parking our bikes and trying to remember where they are at the end of the day,” Aaron suggested as though he’d learned the hard way.

“Um… first of all, what does pre-Pride mean exactly and is this an all day parade? Sounds like… a lot.” I was purposefully vague knowing if I said what I was really thinking, which was “all fucking day surrounded by rainbows?”, I’d probably offend at least two out of the three men.

“Pre-Pride means it’s an excuse to party and “all day” means… exactly that,” Peter groused. 

“Why are you saying it like it’s a chore? It’s the best! You’ll love it Matt. Don’t listen to the cranky old man.” Jay advised giving Peter’s knee a gentle shove with his toes.

Peter caught Jay’s foot deftly and held it for a moment before giving in and massaging it when Jay gave him a pleading look. I chuckled at their wordless exchange. I liked Aaron’s friends. But moreover, I liked knowing after a year of being with Aaron, they were my friends too.  Although Peter was more than ten years old than me, we got along well. And he seemed to understand my rainbow reluctance. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go to a parade. I just wasn’t sure what was expected of me. It made me uncomfortable.

“It’s fun. You’ll love it,” Peter drawled as though reading a script. When Jay pinched him he chuckled and said in a serious tone, “It really is. You’re probably nervous cuz you’ve never been, but honestly, it’s refreshing. Everyone is happy, friendly and full of peace and good will. And by the end of the day, after plenty of sun and alcohol, they’re even more happy and a hell of a lot friendlier.”

I smiled uncertainly and looked out toward the endless ocean. I felt Aaron’s arm brush against mine when he leaned across my chair to kiss my cheek.  I immediately relaxed. I could deal with rainbow anything as long as I was with him. Nothing else mattered.

 

Jay showed us to our room, which was separated from theirs by a bathroom and two paper thin walls. The cottage had to have been built in the 1930s. It was charming for sure, but not exactly chalk full of modern amenities. I set our bags down and looked out the window, admiring the sparkle of moonlight on the ocean water. I sensed Aaron behind me and turned to speak to him, but my words stalled at the sight of my beautiful lover lying naked on his stomach. He smiled seductively and wiggled his ass in silent invitation.

I moved toward the bed and sat beside him caressing his golden olive skin before moving my hand languidly over his shoulders, down his spine and over his ass. I lingered there, kneading his flesh and loving his groans of approval. I slid a finger between the cleft of his ass and chuckled softly when he gyrated his hips upward to meet my hand in a request for more.

“What do you want, baby?” I whispered in his ear, licking the shell and nibbling at his lobe. Aaron purred in response.

“You.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You know what to do.” Aaron whispered lustfully.

I whipped my shirt over my head and rid myself of my shorts and boxer in seconds flat. We both moaned in delight at the first touch of naked skin on skin. Aaron turned on his side and pulled me over him so I flattened his lithe body into the mattress. Our hardened cocks were trapped between our bodies. Our lips fused in a passionate kiss while we created as much friction as possible sparking our desire and sending us both into a delicious frenzy.

“More, Matty.”

“I need to be inside you, ‘kay? I’ll take my time next time, I promise. I’m just… too fucking horny.”

Aaron’s eyes blazed with passion, my words firing his need. He’d set a bottle of lube next to the bed earlier. I made quick work applying it to my cock and Aaron’s opening, knowing I probably wasn’t taking nearly the time I should to stretch him. He was begging me to hurry the fuck up though, and that was just what I did. I pushed his legs up over my shoulder and entered him slowly. He moaned beneath me and I stilled until he nodded for me to continue. I pushed further inside his warm tight body instantly overcome with heat and awash in feverish rapture. I looked down into my lover’s eyes, seeking his permission to move. I didn’t want to hurt him by unleashing the full force of my need before he was ready for me. He moved his hips in an upward motion to force my impossibly hard dick a little deeper inside him, groaning loudly at the sensation.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was aware that we weren’t the only ones in this house. And the walls were much thinner than the ones at home. This was a peaceful summer evening with only the rush of the ocean’s powerful waves outside to break the quiet. Aaron pushed upwards again and all other thoughts fled. The urge to move, to take, to plunder was larger than me. I met him halfway, thrusting down as he pushed his hips up. I repositioned myself, moving back my knees to hold his hips and take control, fucking him with slow smooth strokes. I kissed his calves and licked the arch of his right foot. His eyes flew open in surprise and a look of impossible hunger passed between us. Aaron made a grab for his stiff cock, jacking himself off in time with my quickening motion. The wanton eroticism in his every movement, from the way his hips moved in my hands to the tight hold he kept on his hard shaft was going to be my undoing. I dropped his legs and bent over him in a sudden motion, covering him and fucking him wildly. I could hear the old bed springs creak and Aaron moaning beneath me. I was so close.

“Pull out.” He whispered.

I stopped staring deep into his eyes and then slowed, because a full stop was no longer possible.

“Come on my stomach. Then fuck me more. Please.”

He could have had a career in porn, his words were instant dynamite to my already overly charged libido. I think my vision blurred. I heard him repeat his request as I was about to explode and somehow found the strength to do as he asked. I once again knelt between his spread thighs and held my cock firmly as I came all over his chest and stomach while he jacked himself furiously. It was the most insanely sexy thing I’d seen.

Aaron was a half second behind me. Ropes of semen shot from his gorgeous cock. Time stopped as we both gasped for breath observing one another in the moonlit room. Then Aaron scooped a healthy amount of come from his stomach and reached toward me to slather it on my still hard dick. My eyes practically crossed when I realized his intent.

“Put it back inside me, Matty.” His voice sounded husky and thick with desire.

My overworked penis was ultra sensitive, but the very idea of being back inside my man with our combine juices mixing within him was a powerful aphrodisiac. I pushed forward and we both cried out. I rocked and rocked inside him, feeling the slick wet within his hot channel. I shuddered, overcome by intense pleasure. Unbelievably I felt Aaron quake beneath me and realized that he had come again. I rode out the last of his orgasm with him holding his body close to mine.

When the final vestiges of bliss passed, I used my remaining strength to kiss his mouth one last time before flopping noisily to the other side of the bed. Aaron giggled softly.

“Shh! They’ll hear you!” He admonished.

We both busted up laughing, knowing Jay and Peter heard a hell of a lot more than me shifting off of my lover. I lay on my side and pulled Aaron to his so we faced one another. We stared smiling but wordless for a time.

“I can’t believe how fucking amazing it feels to be with you. That was crazy hot, Aaron.”

I leaned over and licked his lips. He sighed and trembled softly. 

“It feels so… I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I feel very connected to you. You know?”

I nodded not trusting myself to speak.

“I want that.” I heard myself say. Aaron looked into my eyes. His expression was curious but gentle.

“It’s amazing, Matty. When you’re ready, I can’t wait for you to feel this.”

I bit my lip and nodded again. I wanted to say, “okay, well next time you fuck me then.” But there was something in my way. A mental road block. I was more than a little nervous to have him inside me. It made no sense. I had come such a long way in just over a year and a half. I was pretty comfortable with the fact that my lover was a man. I loved him and I was more than proud to be with him. I wasn’t one of those guys who thought the guy actually penetrating his partner was somehow more manly either. Being on top, so to speak, did not make me any less of a willing partner in a homosexual relationship. If I really considered the cause of my reticence I would be forced to acknowledge that this was literally the final step in my acceptance, not of being gay, but of giving myself completely to Aaron.

“I love you.” I whispered as I brushed strands of hair away from his closed eyes. He smiled and repeated the words to me. In Spanish and English.  I literally felt choked by a tidal wave of emotion for this beautiful creature. I willed myself to stop, to not over think and to simply enjoy.

 

 

 

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