Hottest Heat Wave

Heat Wave: Newark by Drew Hunt-8

On the walk back to the truck, Aaron had pictured the scene—him, Ben, and the bunk, Aaron licking up honey that he’d drizzled on Ben’s hairy chest. He’d bought the honey from the gift store because the squeeze bottle was in the shape of a honey bear. The lighting would be low, there’d be something romantic on the DVD player, but neither of them would be watching it. Reality was somewhat different however. He had the bunk, the low lights, and the honey, but the movie, Paranormal Activity, was definitely not part of Aaron’s plans.

Things started off okay with the movie—flickering lights and doors creaking, but Aaron felt the tension increase when the demon started screeching. Aaron wasn’t some silly, weak damsel in need of protection, but he had to admit he felt a lot better when Ben wordlessly put an arm around his shoulders, pulled him close, and deposited a kiss to his cheek.

Despite the continued solid, reassuring bulk that was Ben, Aaron was creeped the hell out when he saw the woman, Katie, stare for two hours at the sleeping Micah. Logically Aaron knew it was just a movie and he didn’t need to check that no one was watching them, but the impulse to flick his eyes to the right to make absolutely sure was almost overwhelming. But if he took his eyes off the screen, he might miss something important.

Aaron let out an involuntary shiver when, on the screen, the planchette on the Ouija board started to move on its own. Ben rubbed Aaron’s chest, which instantly calmed him. However, Aaron felt cold all over again when Micah sprinkled talcum powder in the hallway and bedroom to detect any alien footsteps.

In the still of the night, the characters heard a creaking noise that woke them. This was followed by a loud tapping which was so unexpected, near, and realistic, Aaron let out an unmanly squeal and hid behind Ben.

Through the pounding in his ears, Aaron heard the tapping again, followed by a voice asking, “Ben, you in there, man?”

The noise wasn’t from the TV. Aaron felt foolish and stupid and…

“Just a minute,” Ben called out, rubbing Aaron’s chest. Aaron was sure Ben could feel his rapidly beating heart. “It’s Seth, one of Chad’s buddies,” Ben said, his voice soft and low.

Aaron nodded his understanding and tried to calm himself. Why had he acted like such a girl?

“You okay?” Ben kissed Aaron’s cheek before rolling off the bunk and doing up the buttons of his shirt. Despite the adrenaline coursing through his body, Aaron still got turned on by the sight of a mostly naked bear attempting to dress.

Ben moved out of the sleeping compartment and drew the curtain closed behind him. Aaron then heard Ben open the driver’s door.

“Sorry, man, did I, uh—”

“What do you want, Seth?” Ben sounded so calm, masterful and self-assured…and really sexy.

Aaron found the remote and turned off the DVD.

“I, uh, came to say I was sorry for earlier, you know with Chad and the guys.”

“Yeah, well.” Ben’s tone held a touch more warmth.

“Look, man, Chad’s an ass, but he didn’t mean none of it. Not really. His girlfriend kicked him out last week and…Well, I got you these, as a, uh, peace offering.” There was the rustling of a paper bag.

“Doughnuts?”

“They’re the ones with the honey glaze that I know you like.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. First Seth, Chad and the others get on Ben’s case about being overweight then they give him sugary and fatty things. Still, Aaron had to admit, it was a nice gesture. And Ben seemed to think so, too.

“Uh, thanks. I’d invite you in, but, uh…”

Seth laughed. “It’s okay, man, I’ll let you and Brendan get back to, uh, whatever. By the way, you’ve got your shirt buttons in the wrong holes.”

Aaron stifled a laugh, not only at Seth getting his name wrong, but also the mental image of Ben improperly dressed.

“s**t!”

Seth laughed again. Despite himself, Aaron was beginning to like the guy. Although maybe Seth ought to be choosier about who he hung out with. But then wasn’t Ben sort of friends with Chad, too?

“Catch up with you next time, huh?” Seth said.

“Yeah, sure. Bye, and thanks.”

“You’re welcome. And take no notice of Chad. He’s an asshole.”

“Yeah.”

Ben shut and locked the door then parted the curtain. Aaron was out of bed to greet the man.

“That was Seth,” Ben said unnecessarily.

“Uh huh. What did you do with the doughnuts?”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Left them up front, out of temptation’s way.”

“And speaking of temptation.” Aaron couldn’t wait any longer to work on the buttons of Ben’s shirt.

“He, Seth I mean, is, uh, not so bad.”

“Yeah?” Aaron would rather concentrate on Ben and getting him naked than think about Seth.

“Seth was the thin one with the red hair and moustache that tried to hold Chad back. You remember?”

Aaron had Ben’s shirt undone and was sliding it off the man’s oh-so-wide shoulders. “So hot.”

“I suppose he is if you like that sort of thing.”

“Oh, I do.” Aaron ran his fingers through the lush carpet of chest hair. Then he remembered what Ben had said. “Huh? Who were you talking about?”

“Seth. Who did you think I meant?”

“You of course.” Aaron kissed Ben’s left n****e. “Although, I suppose Seth is kinda sexy. But he can’t hold a candle to my Big Ben.”

Ben shook his head. “Yeah, right.”

Aaron let out an exasperated huff of air. Just when he thought he’d built up the big guy’s confidence it sank again. Putting a hand behind Ben’s neck, Aaron pulled his head down for a kiss. “My big, brave, protective Ben.”

Ben made a dismissive grunt.

“Yes, you are.” Aaron kissed Ben’s beard. “Remember when we heard Seth tapping at the window and I thought it was the movie? What did you do?”

“What happened to the movie?”

“Got bored with it so turned it off,” Aaron lied. “And don’t change the subject.” Aaron kissed Ben’s neck and the hollow of his throat. “What you did, without even thinking about it, was push me under you.”

“Wonder I didn’t squash you.”

“Oh, Ben.” Aaron laid a trail of gentle soft kisses down the man’s chest. “You went into instant protect mode. Do you have any idea how hot that is?”

“It was only Seth.”

“You didn’t know that,” Aaron insisted, moving down to kiss Ben’s belly and lower to his navel. “And remember just after the shower? You put yourself between me and Chad and his goons.”

“That’s because you sassed them and I didn’t want any trouble.”

“Knight by name and knight by nature.”

Ben let out a dismissive snort, but Aaron had more important things to focus on. He’d reached Ben’s belt. Even though he’d mastered the art of undoing buckles and buttons with his teeth, it took too long, and Aaron was in a hurry. His fingers soon dealt with the fastenings and he was nuzzling in Ben’s pubes. Even though they’d showered earlier that afternoon, Ben’s natural bear musk had had a chance to build up again.

“What are you doing?” Ben asked.

As B.J. was still mostly flaccid, Aaron decided to swallow him whole. He’d show rather than tell Ben what he was up to. After all, actions spoke louder than words.

Ben let out a satisfied if surprised grunt. The man bear had quite an extensive non-verbal vocabulary. Aaron swallowed a few times, bringing forth more contented noises.

B.J. soon reached his full girth and Aaron found his oxygen supply cut off. Pulling back, Aaron took in some much-needed air before sliding back down on Ben’s pole, pressing his nose into the big man’s wiry pubes.

“Oh, God, Aaron,” Ben moaned and tenderly cradled Aaron’s head in his massive hands, his fingertips softly caressing the back of Aaron’s neck. Unconsciously, Ben was demonstrating that he was a gentle giant. “I don’t think I can go another round. I’ve c*m three times already today.”

Aaron was determined to make it a fourth. And judging by the jerking tube of flesh in his mouth and throat, B.J. was of a similar mindset.

While he was down on his knees, Aaron decided to take the opportunity to do a bit more exploring. Ben’s body was like an adventure playground. Aaron began by fondling the big guy’s big nuts. This drew moans of approval from above. Ben’s low-hangers sure felt like they had another load in them. Like the rest of Ben, his nut sack was covered in soft brown fur. Aaron couldn’t understand why some guys felt it necessary to shave down there. He much preferred his men in their natural state. Aaron pulled back for some more air. Before going back down again, he took a moment to show some loving to Ben’s c**k head by kissing it and working his tongue under the foreskin. He knew he was doing the right thing when he heard satisfied rumblings from Ben’s chest.

One of the first things Aaron had discovered about American men was how so many of them were circumcised. To him the lack of that bit of extra skin just seemed wrong. He was thankful no one had taken a knife to B.J.

Aaron rubbed his hands up and down Ben’s thick thighs. They were solid, strong. But then they had to be to carry around Ben’s big body. Hell, even his knees were sexy. Aaron had never thought himself a leg man before. But Ben’s had him adding them to his list of favourite male attributes.

Aaron’s questing hands moved on and soon found the two generous pillows of furry perfection that were Ben’s arse. Bubble butts were okay, but Aaron preferred something you could get your hands on and massage.

Inevitably Aaron’s fingers gravitated to Ben’s hairy arse crack. He circled a finger around Ben’s pucker, but it remained firmly closed, despite his best efforts to coax it open. He would have used spit to ease his way in, but his mouth was otherwise occupied with B.J. Out of the corner of his eye Aaron spotted the bottle of honey. It would be a bit kinky, probably kinkier than Ben was used to, but…It was there and Aaron couldn’t resist.

“What’re you doing?” Ben asked when a lubed finger breeched his opening.

Aaron had to admit honey didn’t make for ideal lube, although the squishy noises it made as Aaron moved a finger in and out were pretty amazing.

“Oh, God!” Ben jolted.

Aaron smiled around B.J.’s girth, he’d located Ben’s prostate and had given it a quick press.

“Aaron!” Ben yelled and immediately flooded Aaron’s mouth with c*m.

Aaron patted Ben’s hip in congratulation. The big guy had managed a fourth time.

“God,” Ben panted. “I think…Oh, God.” Ben pulled out, spit and c*m clinging to his d**k and forming connecting ropes to Aaron’s mouth. “That was…I don’t know.” Ben lifted his baseball cap and wiped his bald head. “God!”

Aaron got to his feet, satisfied grin firmly in place. “Glad you liked.” He was going to go with, “All part of the service,” but Ben was special, better than most if not all the men Aaron had played with. Not that there were all that many.

“Come here.” Ben pulled him into a fierce bear hug that Aaron feared might result in a cracked rib or two. “Give me a minute to recover then I’ll return the favour. After that we’ll probably need another shower. I’m all sticky. Can’t imagine why.” Ben kissed the top of Aaron’s head. “Who knew you could use honey for lube.” He chuckled.

Ben unhooked the top bunk and lowered it into place. Ben picked Aaron up, kissed him, then with a gentleness that made Aaron’s heart melt, set him on the edge of the bunk, legs dangling over the side. Ben took a step back and just…stared at Aaron.

Aaron shivered at the attention. “What?”

Ben shook his head. “You’re something else, Aaron Jones. I…” Ben shook his head again. “Don’t know what you see in a fat guy like me but—”

“You’re hot, and protective and…”

Ben stepped forward and put a hand over Aaron’s mouth. “Just let me look at you.” He removed his hand and stepped back again. “Perfect. Just perfect.”

Aaron squirmed. He wasn’t used to this level of scrutiny. And the few men who looked at him like this only wanted one thing, to get into his trousers. But Aaron knew Ben was different. The man had already seen all of him and…Ben was just different, more honest, more real, more…

Ben moved forward again and took hold of Aaron’s ankles. Aaron feared…hoped Ben was going to lift them in the air so Ben could f**k him. But all Ben did was gently stroke the skin. “So soft,” he whispered.

With agonising slowness Ben worked his way up Aaron’s legs. It was almost as if the man were mapping Aaron’s body, mentally recording every curve, crease, and depression. Aaron wished Ben would move faster. His d**k, straining his briefs, was aching to be touched. He reached forward to adjust himself.

“No.” Ben let go of Aaron’s legs and batted away the man’s hand. “I’ll get to it…eventually.” Ben’s grin was little short of evil.

“Why, you gonna tie me up?” Aaron teased.

Ben’s smile disappeared and was replaced with an expression of shock and discomfort.

“Sorry.” Aaron forgot his gentle Ben wouldn’t be into bondage.

Ben smiled and resumed his steady stroking of Aaron’s shins. Not wanting to upset Ben again, Aaron reached behind himself to clutch at the bare mattress.

What felt like several minutes later and Ben was only up to Aaron’s knees, Aaron let out a whimper. “Ben. I need, just need!”

Ben looked up at him, a tender, calm smile teasing at his full, plump lips. “Hang in there, Scrappy.”

Aaron let out a huff of air. Looking down at Ben, concentrating on his task, Aaron hit upon an idea. Whilst Ben had forbidden Aaron from touching himself, the man hadn’t said anything about touching Ben. Why couldn’t Aaron do some mapping of his own?

Aaron leaned forward and began to run his fingertips across the expanse of Ben’s shoulders. The big man shuddered, but didn’t otherwise object to Aaron’s ministrations.

Eventually Ben reached the tops of Aaron’s legs and grasped the hems of his boxers. Aaron raised up and Ben pulled the garment down and off. Freed from its cotton confinement, Aaron’s d**k slapped his belly, leaving a smear of precum in its wake.

With extreme gentleness, Ben took hold of Aaron’s d**k and…just held it.

Aaron was about to ask what was wrong when Ben whispered, “Perfect. Just like the rest of you.”

Aaron would have scoffed if anyone else had said that, but he knew Ben meant it. Aaron flushed and swallowed down his rising emotions.

Speaking more to Aaron’s d**k than Aaron himself, Ben said, “I know I can’t do as good a job as you did, but I promise to do my best.”

Aaron nodded, even though Ben couldn’t see it. “I know. Thanks,” he croaked.

No, Ben was no expert cocksucker, but what he lacked in experience he more than made up for in commitment. It was almost like the big man was making love to Aaron via his d**k.

Aaron’s hands, needing to return the favour somehow, lifted Ben’s ever-present baseball cap from his head and began to caress the smooth flesh. Although if he weren’t careful, the feel and the idea of caressing Ben’s head would have Aaron racing to the finish way too soon.

“Close,” Aaron said, lifting his hands from Ben’s head. Aaron needed to let the big man pull off if he didn’t want a mouthful of spunk.

But the warning only seemed to spur Ben on. He even added an extra bit of suction.

Aaron clamped his hands on Ben’s shoulders. “Oh…oh. Yes,” he whimpered, unconsciously closing his eyes at the overload of sensations.

Ben pulled back, kissed the sensitive tip of Aaron’s d**k, then lifted Aaron off the bunk and into his arms for another all-consuming bear hug and kiss. “Thank you.”

Aaron was still riding the waves of pleasure and couldn’t understand why Ben was thanking him. Surely it should be the other way around.