His powerful muscular thighs gave him incredible control when it came to ass-fucking. He moved into Aidan, centimeter by centimeter, and Aidan thought he couldn’t take any more of Liam’s beefy dick. And then he took more, until the head of Liam’s dick was nosing against Aidan’s prostate. Then Liam pulled back ever so slowly.
Aidan felt his emptiness reverberate through him, until Liam entered him again, this time moving a bit more quickly, gradually building his rhythm so that every thrust rubbed against Aidan’s channel and banged into his prostate, and he was squirming on the bed, whimpering and moaning. His dick was so hard it hurt, and precome streamed down from the head, but he didn’t touch himself. Liam had such awesome control of his body that he was able to sense when his orgasm was rising and then pull back, slow down until the impulse passed and then begin again.
Aidan didn’t know which he wanted more, to ejaculate himself, or to feel Liam shoot off in his ass. Finally, though, he could feel Liam give in to his impulse, and Liam wrapped his rough palm around Aidan’s dick and jerked him just a couple of strokes. “Come on, baby, come for me,” Liam said. “Drive me over the edge.”
Aidan was only too happy to oblige. He shot off in Liam’s fist and a moment later felt Liam slam into his ass and the hot spurt of come inside him. Liam stayed inside him until his dick had stopped pulsing, and then he pulled out carefully and flopped over onto his back.
“That was amazing,” he said.
“I guess you should propose every day,” Aidan said.
Liam laughed. “If that’s what it takes to make you happy, sweetheart, consider it done.”
Aidan curled against Liam, his head resting on his partner’s chest, and Liam reached his arm around Aidan’s shoulders. Aidan knew that he ought to get up, clean up, put the comforter in the dryer, take the dog out for her late-night walk—but for that moment, all he wanted to do was lie in the arms of the man who loved him, and whom he loved.
HOMECOMING
Justin Josh
The look on Scott’s face was thinly disguised disappointment mixed with disgust. Perfect, I thought. The apartment was a total mess. I was dirty, unshaven (which Scott hated), and best of all, I wore a fat-suit hidden beneath a full-length cotton robe. I looked terrible.
Scott stood in the doorway, shocked. He looked gorgeous, decked out in his spotless uniform with its gleaming gold buttons. He knew how much I loved the way he looked in full uniform. With his puppy-dog brown eyes framed with those thick eyebrows, he was irresistible.
I could only imagine what he must be thinking, coming home from Afghanistan after six months only to find his boyfriend dressed in a bathrobe before dinner and looking like he had gained a hundred pounds.
Scott loved practical jokes and this was big. Cruel, perhaps, but he deserved this for all the surprises he had pulled on me, and for telling me before he left that I was getting chubby, and most of all for teasing me about all the beautiful muscular men he was working with while in the Army.
“Welcome home,” I said, hugging him. I could barely keep from laughing as he recoiled. “Sorry about the mess.” I waved at the carefully staged destruction of our small apartment. Dirty dishes and old food covered the tables and countertops. Soiled clothes were strewn across the couch and floor.
To his credit, Scott gulped, smiled weakly and kissed me. He began to fondle my body, clearly surprised at how much weight I had gained. I pulled away, feigning embarrassment.
“Later,” I said. “You just got home.”
Scott looked almost like he was going to cry. Had I gone too far?
“I can’t believe you didn’t clean up,” he said. “You knew I was coming.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I cooked for us. I made your favorite: lasagna and garlic bread. You go upstairs, take a shower and change into something more comfortable. Give me an hour and I’ll get everything ready.”
“Okay,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me again.
He kissed me and grabbed my butt. Again, he looked at me strangely.
“You gained weight,” he said, neutrally.
I put on my best guilty face. “I’m sorry. I’ll lose it, I promise.”
“I’ve missed you, Todd,” he said.
“Me too.”
He nodded, turned and walked upstairs.
I nearly laughed out loud. Poor Scott! He had no idea that beneath my fat-suit was my new finely sculpted muscular body. He was right. I had been getting chubby. So right after he left, I began working out on a daily basis. Not only did I lose my chubbiness, my muscles filled out quite nicely. I even had an actual six-pack. Scott was going to be so surprised.
As I heard him step into the shower, I went into a tornado of activity. Most of the mess was fake, so I quickly turned the living room into a place of beauty. I turned on some soft music, lit some candles and sage incense and moved to the kitchen.
In moments, I had the dishes in the dishwasher, the homemade lasagna in the oven and a garden salad chilling in the refrigerator.
I set the table with the fine dishes, cloth napkins and a chilled bottle of red wine.
Then I popped into the downstairs bathroom, took off the fat-suit, and cleaned up.
I couldn’t wait for Scott to see my new body. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hide it from him. At least until after dinner, I told myself. I would wear the fat-suit and robe for a little while longer. But beneath them I put on my brand new piece of exotic underwear.
Scott had an underwear fetish and he loved to see me in various types of thongs and under gear. Today I would wear a mankini, a skimpy nylon thong with long spaghetti straps that went over my shoulders. I looked stunning in it, and I knew it would drive Scott wild.
I was back in the kitchen, fully wrapped up in my robe and fat-suit and working on the garlic bread when Scott came down.
Gone was all trace of disappointment. He looked around at the clean apartment, at my freshly scrubbed face and hair, and he smiled widely, giving me another kiss and hug. He was dressed in a loose white T-shirt and tight cotton sweatpants that showed off his manly bulge.
I longed to play with it, but I knew that once we started, we wouldn’t stop. So I restrained myself and continued to fix dinner.
“Still wearing the robe,” he said.
“I’m just embarrassed,” I said. “I’ve gained so much weight.”
“It’s all right,” Scott said. “I don’t mind, really.”
It was obvious that he did, but it was awesome of him to say that he didn’t. I nearly whipped off my clothes right there.
Soon, I chanted to myself. Soon.
We ate dinner and Scott talked about his experiences in the Army. Things were different with the abolition of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. A few times Scott had come close to being discovered and kicked out. Now we no longer had to worry about that.
“I was surprised,” said Scott, between bites. “The guys were really great about it. There was this one guy, he was kind of effeminate. There was no use for Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. With that guy, it was: Don’t Ask, It’s Obvious!”
“Did anybody come on to you?”
Scott laughed. “Don’t worry, Todd. No need to be jealous. Yes, they did, but I just showed them a photo of you, and once they saw how handsome you are, they backed off.” He kissed me gently. “This lasagna is fantastic.”
I smiled. Scott always knew exactly what to say. The photo I had given him was slightly racy. It showed me grinning at him with my head turned while I stood naked in the shower, my bare-naked ass in full view. I thought of all the guys he had shown that to and felt a thrill race through my body.
I got up to do the dishes.
“Oh, hell no!” Scott said, jumping up. “Let me do them for you.”
He whipped off his shirt and revealed his muscular hairy chest, posing briefly for me.
I laughed. “You’re just trying to seduce me,” I accused him.
“Is it working?” he asked.
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“All right then. Will you hand me those?” He stood before the sink and pointed to the dishes on the table.
I scooped them up and dropped them in the sink. He began to rinse them and put them in the dishwasher, while I took a dishcloth and wiped the table.
In moments we were finished.
We moved to the living room with our glasses of wine and settled on the couch.
It was time for the big reveal.
“I haven’t been entirely honest with you,” I told Scott.
“What do you mean?” He looked truly alarmed. Honesty had always been paramount in our relationship.
“It’s nothing bad,” I said, smiling. “In fact, I think you might like it.”
“Really?” he said, leaning back and showing off his marvelous abs. He crossed his arms behind his neck, making his biceps bulge enticingly. I wanted to pounce on him right then and there. “I’m listening.”
“Maybe it’s better if I just show you.”
“Show me?” His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Now you really got me curious. Okay.”
“Let me just go upstairs and get it,” I said.
“You bought something?” he asked. He knew how frugal I was.
“You might say that.”
He laughed. “Okay, go on, then. Show me. I don’t know what you’re up to, but hurry back. I’m getting horny.”
I couldn’t help it. I giggled mischievously. This was going to be amazing.
I dashed upstairs, and removed the fat-suit. Then I put the robe back on and walked back downstairs.
Scott watched as I approached. I kept my hands behind my back, pretending to hide something.
With great fanfare I stood before him while he sat on the couch, and I removed my hands from behind my back and held them out in front of him.
He looked at my empty hands in confusion.
I smiled and very slowly, I began to undo my robe. First I untied the waist-strap and let it hang loose.
Then I played with the collar, loosening it slowly. First I lifted one side, and then the other. Finally I stepped out of my robe and stood before him wearing nothing but the little white mankini, which due to my excitement, could barely contain me.
My body was freshly cleaned and shaved and oiled. My muscles bulged in all the right places as I began doing various poses for my man.
Scott howled with shock. His eyes bulged out and his face showed utter astonishment. He began smiling widely, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out.
“Todd! I don’t believe it! You look incredible!”
I couldn’t take it any longer. I lunged forward and wrapped my nearly naked body around him. I could feel his whole body shudder with pleasure as I began to kiss his lips and neck. I worked my way down to his nipples and took first one and then the other into my mouth.
He arched his back and groaned. I knew exactly what he liked and was able to render him completely helpless. He began to hyperventilate as I kissed his armpits.
At the same time, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. He kept fondling my shoulders and chest, amazed at the transformation. I shuddered under his touch.
“Man, Todd,” he whispered into my ear. “You are such a stud. Now get up and take off that thing. Don’t get me wrong. I think you look great in it, but right now I want you buck naked.”
“Yes, sir,” I said jokingly. I stood up and removed the mankini and gave him a full salute, in more than one way.
Scott quickly removed his sweatpants and sat down naked on the couch, his cock resting hard against his abdomen. He looked like a Greek god.
Scott grabbed me roughly, pulled me facedown across his lap and began playing with my ass, spanking it and running his fingers up and down my crack. His touch was magical, sending pulses of pleasure through my body like lightning.
He knew that a nibble to my earlobe or a caress against my naked buttcheek was enough to paralyze me with pleasure. He knew that with his grip around the base of my shaft, I was a puppet in his hands.
He took complete advantage of his knowledge, causing me so much pleasure I had to beg him for reprieve. Finally, he relented.
Now it was time for revenge! I knew him just as well as he knew me. More than anything, Scott loved a great blow job.
And I had been fascinated with his cock from first sight. The size of a flashlight, it stuck out straight at me now, calling for my lips.
“Sit down,” I told Scott. “Spread your legs and put your hands behind your neck.”
Scott hesitated. We were both extremely sensitive after being apart from each other for so long. It was hard for him to sit still while I knelt down before him.
I tortured him mercilessly by kissing first his nipples and then working my way down his chest to his heaving abs.
While I ran my fingers lightly over his chest, I moved lower, kissing him in his furry triangle of pubic hair, making him moan.
Then I moved farther down and kissed his inner thighs. He immediately tried to close his legs, but I held them open and kissed him harder.
He began to shudder and groan.
At that moment, I took his balls into my mouth, and he howled with pleasure. He immediately started dripping like a faucet. “Please!” he said. “Mercy! Please!”
He wanted me to take him. Not yet, chump! I worked his balls for several more minutes, bringing poor Scott to a state of almost total submission. Only then did I release him and move toward the goal.
I began to kiss and lick his shaft on the underside, back and forth several times until Scott couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed my head and forced me to swallow him.
I took all of him in willingly, while he guided my head back and forth and made those masculine grunting noises that only I could make him do.
I worked him expertly, bringing him to the brink of climax, but never letting him quite reach it. I played him like a musical instrument, until finally he was pleading for me to stop.
“Please,” he begged. “Either stop or let me cum. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Okay,” I said, guiltily. “I’m sorry. You know how much I enjoy torturing you. It’s just so good to have you back.”
“You too,” he said. “And you look great. I’m so proud of you.” He began grabbing my ass. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I raced up there with Scott hot on my heels, grabbing my naked butt the whole way.
We jumped into bed and made love for the next three hours, finally resting together in each other’s arms. We talked about how completely I had fooled him, and how happy he was with my new body. He vowed to get me back for the joke I had pulled on him. We talked about how much we had missed each other, and how awful it would be when he had to go away again. Scott had only two more years of service before he had the option to leave with a full education in electronic engineering.
He had always told me that he planned on leaving the Army so we could spend more time together. Now, however, as we began to talk about the future, he began to get evasive. He wouldn’t tell me how long we had together until he had to leave next.
“You don’t know your next assignment yet?”
“No, I know,” he said. “I just don’t want to tell you right now. Please can’t we talk about this tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. Will you be here?”
“Stop it,” he said. “Of course I will.”
“Why won’t you tell me? How long do we have? Please tell me it’s more than one day.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry; it’s more than a day.”
“Oh, two then? Three? I just don’t understand why you won’t tell me.”
He sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you’re not going to like it.”
I looked at him sadly. I just knew it. He was going away again.
“Three days,” he said.
I began crying.
Scott pulled me into his arms. Even though it wasn’t hi
s fault, he looked incredibly guilty. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“I just don’t want you to go,” I said. “I miss you so much when you’re gone.”
“Me too,” he said, tears starting to form in his eyes. He coughed and brushed them away. “Stop it. You’re making us both sad.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll be good. We’ll just have to make do with the time we have.”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re going to love it.”
As I fell asleep in his arms, I wondered about what he said. What did he mean, I was going to love it? Love what? Did he have something planned?
I woke up the next morning to find the bed empty and the smell of fresh coffee and eggs wafting into the room.
Scott always was an early riser. If I was correct, he would be freshly showered and dressed in nothing but an apron while he fixed breakfast. It was already nine thirty. He had let me sleep late.
I giggled. I was so happy to have him back, even if only for a few days. I showered quickly so that I wouldn’t waste a moment of being with him.
I dressed up in my sexiest jeans and shirt and went to the kitchen.
There Scott stood, naked except for the apron, with a guilty grin.
He looked at my clothes. We both knew that I would be naked shortly after breakfast. But meanwhile, I intended to look my best.
We ate and talked about what we would do that day, besides have sex.
That’s when I realized that Scott was flashing me his “I have a secret” smile.
“Okay,” I said. “What are you hiding?”
“What are you talking about?” he asked innocently, sipping his coffee too loudly and letting his gaze wander around. He was a terrible liar. I could read him like my favorite book.
“Don’t even bother trying to deny it. I can tell you’re up to something. You’re trying to get me back for my joke, aren’t you? What is it?”
He shook his head and gave me the stare-down. “Not at all,” he said. “You’ve got it all wrong.” He quickly looked away. Damn those puppy-dog eyes! They almost caused me to lose my train of thought.
“What is it, then? I know you’re hiding something.”
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