Chapter Four: All The Way
Once in the room, Taylor shut the door behind him, his eyes locked on Matty. He knew why Matty wanted to go to bed, and it wasn't for sleeping. They did this every night on the weekends after drinking.
He watched as Matty pulled the sheets to the bed down, then turned around briefly to look at Taylor. He looked the man up and down, then turned back around and removed his shirt and pants. Taylor let his eyes move across Matty's pale, lean, muscular body. He looked to be so sensitive, yet equally strong; much like he was, mentally.
Matty left his blue briefs on, not planning to take them off until they were under the covers. He knew Taylor his whole life and having the tattooed man see his genitals embarrassed him, despite what they'd already been through together. Matty went over to the right side of the bed, his side, and got onto the soft mattress, looking at Taylor once he was settled. Taylor removed his shirt and pants as Matty did, shut the light off, then slowly got underneath the covers with him, his heart pounding. The only light in the room came from the street light that shone through the window.
They turned toward each other, hands instantly touching the others body. Taylor slowly ran his dry hands gently up and down Matty's side, rubbed his chest and nipples, ran his palm against his stomach. Matty touched back, just as eager, running his hands against Taylor. He then raised his hand to the back of Taylor's neck, pulling him closer so their lips pressed together. Usually he would take it slow, but being drunk, he had no patience. Once Taylor started to kiss back, Matty moved his hand to the side of Taylor's face, showing love through the delicate touch. Matty was the first to slide his tongue against Taylor's lips, which instantly parted, letting Matty's tongue into his mouth.
Both hardened and lengthened as they kissed, becoming more and more vigorous, hardly aware of how rough they were being do to the numb feeling they had from the drinking. They started grinding their hips together, giving each others penises the attention they ached for. Both shut their eyes, their breathing heavy, as Matty lowered his hand underneath Taylor's black briefs, taking a hold of his shaft and softly moving his fist up and down. Taylor moaned and tilted his head back, breaking off from the kiss due to his pleasure. Matty looked at Taylor, lips parted and eyes holding such obvious desire. Matty moved his hand slower and slower, teasingly, then he moved it faster and faster, causing Taylor to moan and groan and grind his teeth together. He ran his finger up and down against the hole of Taylor's cock, then spread the slime by circling his fingers around the head of Taylor's manhood. It was something he did for himself that he knew felt really good and would drive Taylor wild. Indeed, Taylor's brows were creased and he was hardly able to keep himself from making noises of pleasure. Even though they'd done this a bunch of times, Taylor was still so appreciative of the fact that he was able to feel Matty. He thrust his hips forward as Matty continued to tug on him, his own hand motionless against Matty's as he felt the over-whelming pleasure.
Once Matty took his hand out of Taylor's briefs, he lowered his hands to his own underwear and pulled them down and off, dropping them on the bedroom floor. Taylor watched Matty - his eyes hardly adjusted but working good enough - and his heart skipped a beat, then he removed his own undergarments, so they were both naked. They connected immediately after, skin on skin, feeling each others warmth. They kissed while rubbing their bare penises together, both moaning against each others mouths. Taylor ran his hand up and down Matty's back for at least five minutes, going lower and lower until his hand ran over Matty's ass. He did it softly at first, but then harder and harder, so every time he ran his hand across the skin, Matty's cheeks would part and expose his hole. Afterward, Taylor moved his hand down to Matty's thin, long penis and stroked it ceaselessly, not stopping for a second. Matty moaned, brows creased and lips parted. Taylor felt Matty wriggle and tense, and the man's face creased together as he felt such pleasure.
Taylor's cock leaked and ached, and Matty seemed he was feeling really good; he wondered if Matty just wanted to use hands, that night, as they usually did. He hoped his blue-eyed friend planned to go further with him, as they almost did the week before. Eager for Matty to ask for it, Taylor stopped touching his dick and moved his hand to his ass, again, which he grasped and rubbed. Matty was quiet, but then Taylor gently ran his finger against Matty's hole, and in return Matty moaned, not able to hold back. He had a feeling of humiliation, imagined his father referring to him in the ways he referred to others who slept with men, which was none-too-kind. Though at the same time, he loved having Taylor's gentle hands on him and being shown kindness and care, so he put the negative thoughts to the side.
Taylor's length jerked in excitement as he felt Matty's entrance and heard him moan with pleasure. He imagined being inside Matty, making him feel ten times better than he felt even at that moment. He wanted so badly to connect with Matty, to feel so close to him. He stroked Matty's hole, again and again, rubbed his scrotum and drove Matty mad.
"Fuck... Haw, fuck..." Matty cursed, his hole clenching as Taylor ceaselessly stimulated it. Matty's dick leaked and ached and he took a hold of it to stroke it. Minutes passed and Matty felt he was reaching climax, so he stopped touching himself and rested his hand on Taylor's arm to stop it.
"Hold on... if we're gonna do this... we gotta do it now," Matty softly said. Taylor looked into Matty's eyes; he knew what Matty wanted to do, and was beyond pleased with what he'd said.
"You sure?" Taylor asked for Matty's sake, brows creased.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Matty replied, his voice holding slight irritation due to his embarrassment. Taylor licked his lips then got off the bed, going into his own bureau and taking out of it a condom and lube. Matty's heart hammered and he began to sweat, anxious. He had the same items in his own bureau which he'd kept in there for when this time might come.
Taylor placed the lube on the small stand which held the lamp that was beside the bed, then he ripped the package open and took the condom out of it, looking at Matty nervously before rolling it on. Matty watched, looking at Taylor as he slowly got back into bed with him, kneeling on the mattress beside him under the covers.
"How do you want it...?" Taylor asked gently, love and care in his deep, rumbling voice. Brows creased, Matty bowed his head, looking away from Taylor. When embarrassed, he tended to do it, and Taylor already knew so didn't take it the wrong way. Matty looked back, briefly, then he positioned himself so he was on his hands and knees. Taylor breathed deeply as he moved behind Matty, catching a glimpse of his bare ass in the darkness before he put the covers back over them.
From behind, Taylor gently rubbed with his hand up and down between Matty's cheeks for minutes, then he reached over to the bureau and took the lube to squirt it in his hand. He again rubbed Matty's hole, getting it wet and slippery so penetration wouldn't feel as intrusive, then used the rest of the lube on his hand to make his penis slick. He then bent over Matty and reached underneath him to softly stroke him a few times before moving his hand back to his hole.
Matty frowned, bowing his head and shutting his eyes as he felt Taylor rub and touch him. His brows were creased, giving him an angry appearance, though he was only over-whelmed. He felt Taylor slowly slide a finger in then move it back and forth, again and again, getting Matty used to the feeling. He knew it would hurt and he wanted to make it as painless for his best friend as possible. Once Matty began to moan with pleasure, Taylor then added two fingers, and eventually even three. Matty jerked his cock, the feeling in his ass strange and unnatural, but also good. He never knew something like that would feel as good as it did; it made him harder and more eager than he'd ever been.
Taylor dick ached incredibly as he felt Matty's tightness, and he couldn't stop from taking a hold of his phallus and positioning it at Matty's entrance, his heart skipping a beat as he realized he'd finally be able to connect with Matty in such an intimate way. He was so eager to see Matty feeling pleasure greater than he'd ever seen him feel.
Matty felt the head of Taylor's shaft pressed against his entrance, and he knew that Taylor planned to push inside. His stomach dropped as soon as he felt him push in, the intrusion almost effortless as they were both lubed.
Slowly, Taylor pushed forward, sending his head into Matty. Matty immediately tensed, raising his brows and bending over to take some of the pain away, resting on his elbows on the mattress and laying his forehead against his arms. Taylor moaned, trying his hardest not to hurt Matty by moving too quickly. He pushed in another small amount, then continued until he was a third of the way inside. He hesitated, tilting his head back as he groaned in his throat, then looked down at Matty. Matty's ribs were moving quickly as he breathed heavily, obviously stimulated. Worried that Matty was over-whelmed, Taylor kissed his back, the back of his neck, his ear; showing that it was alright and Taylor wouldn't hurt him. Matty turned his head, his lids low, brows creased and lips parted. Taylor gently kissed Matty's jaw, then his lips, causing Matty to kiss back for a bit before bowing his head, waiting for Taylor to continue.
Taylor took the hint and pushed in further, as slowly as he could, until he was half-way in. Matty moaned, his back arching even more as his hole was tightly stretched. It hurt but Matty could deal with it, especially since it felt good, too, and he was experiencing it with Taylor, the only guy who really ever knew and loved him. Taylor proceeded with slowly pulling back until only his head was inside, then he pushed back in half-way, repeating this action. Matty's hole tightened and released, again and again, as it had never been so stimulated. He moaned and clenched his teeth together, began to move his body with Taylor's.
"All the way, Taylor, all the way..." said Matty, curious to see if he could handle all of Taylor's length. Taylor's cock leaked fluid inside the condom as he heard Matty softly ask for more of him. He did as the man asked, always willing to give him what he wanted, and pushed in until he was all the way inside, his entire length being squeezed. Taylor felt he could come right then and there as Matty again moaned, and continued with raising his ass higher into the air while laying his head on his pillow.
Taylor pulled back half-way, then pushed back in. Pulled back all the way, pushed all the way back in. He did it very slowly and carefully, even though his penis wanted him to ram into the hole mercilessly; though he cared more about Matty than himself and was out to please him, not himself. He pulled back, pushed forward, pulled back, pushed forward. He slid all the way out, so Matty's hole was empty, then he slid all the way back in, causing Matty to clench the sheets in his fingers.
"Sss, huh... Fuck, Taylor..." Matty groaned in his throat, his voice deep. Taylor moaned in return after hearing Matty speak to him, and he bent over him to kiss his back, beginning to move faster and faster. Matty started to enjoy the experience even more as time moved forward and he felt only pleasure rather than discomfort, felt loved and admired, desired. He reached his hand underneath him and continued with pulling on his cock, making the sensation in his ass all the better. He moaned, his toes curling and uncurling.
Taylor moved in and out, in and out, his penis becoming more and more sensitive as he did so. He held onto Matty, hugging his ribs as he thrust into him, eyes shut and lips parted. He moved faster and harder, coming closer to the edge, Matty's sounds of pleasure driving him wild. Matty couldn't stop, as he was just seconds away from spilling his seed. Indeed, he jerked faster and begged for Taylor to 'give it to him', which the stronger man eagerly did so, until Matty's dick released its fluid and landed all over the mattress.
Taylor continued to move, moaning louder and louder as Matty's hole tightened and pulsed around his raw phallus, bringing him over the edge and causing him to expel his semen into the condom it was wrapped in. Taylor thrust a few more times, slowly, then he stopped and rested his forehead against Matty's sweating back. Matty stretched out his legs, causing the both of them to lay; Taylor on top and still inside. He rubbed Matty's arms, kissed his ear, merely looked at him. Matty tilted his head and looked back at Taylor, brows creased emotionally after the passionate and loving experience.
After a moment, Taylor slowly pulled out, then got off the black-haired man and instead lay beside him, turned toward him. Matty moved, too, so he was facing Taylor. They touched each other gently for a minute, until Matty got off his stomach and sat up. Taylor removed his condom and held it in his hand before standing off the bed and walking toward the bedroom door. He washed the condom in the bathroom and threw it out, then he turned around to walk back into the bedroom, but he found Matty standing in the doorway, naked. He'd never seen Matty in pure light and entirely naked, before, and it was a great pleasure.
"You, uh... you wanna shower?" Matty asked, shyly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah..." Taylor replied, watching as Matty shut the bathroom door. In return, Taylor walked over to the shower and pulled the curtain to the side, turning on the hot and cold water, making it so it was hotter than warm, but not unbearable; just the way he and Matty both liked it. Taylor then raised a brow and motioned with his hand for Matty to go in first. Matty looked at Taylor then stepped forward, getting into the shower and watching as Taylor followed him in, shutting the curtain once they were inside.
The End.