Merry Chrismuscle - the advent calendar

[LukeXL]

18 hours ago, lionlouis said:

Christmas todo list:

1. Get a fire roaring in the fireplace

2. Get hot chocolate and rum ready 

3. Convince Bruce to go skating with me

4. Impress him with my skating skills

5. Weaken the ice around him

6. Make him fall through the ice into the icy pond water

7. Help him out and take him back to the lodge

8. Get him out of his cold, wet clothes and sit him naked next to the fire

9. Give him the hot chocolate with a generous dose of rum

10... you know.

[lionlouis]

14th day of December

Today’s story seam to be a bit late  but that won’t stop me to post the picture I draw 

And maybe the story will show up fingers crossed  

[Turquoise01]

Sorry I'm late! This one needed more time in the oven. Here's the story.

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It had been years since they last did this. 3 years, but still.

Carlos and Xavier first met beyond the usual icebreakers at their office Christmas party. The gingerbread house competition was an absolute blow-out in Carlos's favor, with him assembling an impressive London-inspired scene, complete with Big Ben and working Eye. Xavier got "most creative" points for passing his attempt off as post-apocalyptic, but his big win of the night was having an in to talk with the good natured hunk who was self-evidently a great cook, and he in turn loved his sharp features and sharper wit. They were a match made in heaven. The wedding was a few years later, with Carlos baking the cake, and sweets were a cornerstone of their relationship from then on. But things eventually turned sour: being out of college wrestling for years and frequent taste testing was turning Carlos doughy, and with Xavier getting a series of promotions, he feared he wouldn't be his type for long.

At first, it was walks and the odd substitution of alternate sweeteners; that got him 15 pounds and a shirt size down and started getting him compliments from co-workers. Next came swimming and an eye for portion control; that got him into size L and turned his moobs back into pecs - pecs that were starting to get comments from Xavier. That inspired him to start lifting, and he took to it like a fish to water, packing on pound after pound of muscle while shedding fat. After a night of lovemaking (a lot longer and more frequent with the changes), Xavier pointed out the first signs of Carlos having abs again, and he was hooked. Slowly at first, then quickly, his life revolved around getting bigger and hotter. Time baking was replaced with time in the gym, the only carbs in his diet were rice and veggies, and the money that used to go towards specialty ingredients started going towards first supplements, then "sauce". Soon enough, Carlos had doubled in size like rising dough. The compliments went to his head, though, and the cocky jock with an Onlyfans was a far cry from the kind soul Xavier married. While they hadn't divorced yet, they grew distant, sleeping in separate beds. This was a wake-up call, though - he had changed, and not necessarily for the better.

One Christmas Eve, Xavier woke up to find his musclebound partner (it was odd still calling him his husband) setting up the mise en place for gingerbread - the same recipe he had used all those years back. He gladly accepted an invitation to bake alongside him, and not just for old time's sake. Watching the striations in his shoulders and biceps as he creamed the eggs and sugar was mesmerizing, and Xavier was rather distracted seeing his forearms bulge and tense as he stirred the dough. Plus, it was funny (half haha and half peculiar) to see how his old favorite apron fit him now. Roughly 15 minutes in the oven later (and 7 minutes to cool), Xavier dug into the cookies - and they tasted as good as they looked at the party. His praise inspired Carlos to have his first cheat meal in... well, years (a running theme today). The sugary spice was so familiar yet alien with the passage of time - but he knew he wanted more. Maybe they can find someone to offload most of their new projects to.

 

[citizenies]

Thanks for these stories ans art ~ really reminds me of storyversary

[lionlouis]

15th day of December

Please enjoy today's, oddly satisfying, story from @FallenAway I know I did

And remember to check tomorrow for more  

Miguel’s Latest Hobby 

by Fallen Away

Miguel was always a gentle soul. Never competitive or aggressive like some of the boys who played sports, he was more likely to be seen reading a book or drawing. He liked to be around people but was more of a listener than a talker. He was gay but not loud about it, yet quickly corrected anyone who assumed he was straight. Everyone liked him and felt comfortable in his presence. People seemed to stick to him, so by the time he finished university he had a large network of friends and an active social life. At the same time, he didn’t mind being alone and had many solitary hobbies. He lived by himself and liked it that way.

When Miguel started going to a gym and training with weights, his friends were a little surprised. It didn’t seem to fit his personality. But he enjoyed it and, for whatever reason, began to take it seriously. His physique went from toned to athletic and then muscular. He bought new clothes to accommodate his growth, but his friends often teased him about needing the next size up. Miguel wasn’t a showoff. He still had the same gentle spirit, though his physical presence could be intimidating. He was apparently oblivious to the effect he had on people no matter how many people casually squeezed his upper arm as a greeting. Miguel was not aware that the terms “hunk” and “eye candy” were frequently used to describe him. He graciously declined the requests to “do drinks” or “grab dinner” or “just fuck” that were thrown at him regularly. No one believed he was celibate (and he wasn’t) but no one knew anyone who’d had sex with him. Nor did they believe the men who claimed to have been with him and said he was a bad lay.

As the buzz around him grew, Miguel became a hot commodity among the hosts of every kind of gathering. Last year he was invited to numerous holiday parties from Thanksgiving weekend through Día de Los Reyes. He carefully added each event to his calendar even though they stacked up on certain days. When he said he would “stop by for an hour or two” he actually meant it, unlike most people who felt too awkward to decline an invitation. He purchased new party-appropriate clothing that fit him comfortably, but he hoped his friends wouldn’t mind if he sometimes wore one of his polo shirts that was too tight, or a button-up that would no longer button above the center of his thick chest. He could be self-conscious about things like that and would blush if anyone commented on it.

Antonio, a relatively new acquaintance who was known for his fashionable parties, decided that it would be fun to invite people to make gingerbread houses and share the results with each other at a Christmas party he would host. It wasn’t meant to be a competition, and each person could take their time making it at home rather than trying to make them simultaneously at the party.  He didn’t want to risk another frosting war like the one that broke out at Fernando’s cookie baking event a few years ago. As we all know, the gays can get messy after they’ve had a few drinks.

So, Antonio had gingerbread house kits sent to everyone who was invited. They all had to work with the same basic materials but could embellish their houses according to their tastes. One rule they had to follow was that the entire house had to be edible, effectively dashing the plans of those who were picturing rhinestones and glitter on every frosted surface.

Miguel had no grand plan in mind. He had no experience in the field of gingerbread architecture. He was, however, an experienced cookie baker - one of those people who would bring you two dozen of your favorite cookies for your birthday without needing to be reminded of your favorite or the date. (Such a sweetheart!) So he baked the gingerbread construction materials in no time at all. The royal icing was new to him but easy enough to make. Next step: assembly.

Handling the gingerbread carefully, Miguel applied icing to the edges of two walls and set them up at a right angle. He continued with the third wall and completed the frame with the front wall of the house. He made sure it was square and that there were no gaps at the corners, then allowed the icing to dry according to the instructions. He wasn’t confident that the structure was sturdy enough to support the roof, so he decided to test it. He pushed gently against one corner of the house with the tip of his finger. So far, so good.

Miguel thought about the type of stress the house might have to withstand when it was moved from one place to another. “I shouldn’t be too careful with it,” he thought. He didn’t want to go to all the trouble of making this thing just to have it fall apart at the last minute. So he pressed against it more firmly with just one knuckle. A crack appeared on the surface of the gingerbread and branched out. “What the hell?” he said aloud. “I barely touched it!” He didn’t expect the cookies to be so brittle. “Maybe I overbaked them.”

To be sure he wasn’t imagining things, he pressed against the opposite corner of the unfinished house with one finger on his other hand. The same thing happened. “Damn!” he exclaimed. “Either they aren’t building houses the way they used to, or I don’t know my own strength.” It was quite possible that he didn’t know his own strength. He looked at his thick forearm and moved it next to the cracked structure. “Wow. Now I can tell my friends that my arms are bigger than a house.” That was the kind of corny joke Miguel was known for, but he would never draw attention to his muscles with a line like that. “On the other hand,” he thought, “if they’re going to keep teasing me about how big I’m getting, I might as well go along with it.”

He wasn’t sure how to proceed with the gingerbread project. He could cover the cracks with frosting, but if it kept cracking like that, it wouldn’t last until Christmas. Miguel leaned forward, looming over the little building, and took a big bite out of the back wall of the house. Then he sat back, smiling and chewing. He enjoyed that! It reminded him of when he was a kid. He used to love building things with wooden blocks, Legos and all the other construction toys his family kept giving him. They were obviously trying to steer him towards a job with Tio Mateo, a home builder. But the main reason Miguel liked to build things was to have fun destroying them. He would pretend to be Godzilla or an angry giant stomping through a small town, smashing everything in sight. He never got tired of that.

Just for fun, he pulled his chair closer to the table, positioned the heel of his hand against the back of the gingerbread house, and slowly pushed. The house slid a few inches before it started to change shape. “Ha! You puny humans don’t stand a chance against me!” Recalling a typical script from his favorite childhood pastime, he continued, “I can smash your whole house with just one hand and no effort at all!  Raaaawrr!” He crushed his unfinished gingerbread house into a pile of crumbs and chunks of dry icing.

Then Miguel realized his heart was beating faster than usual and he had an aggressive boner in his sweatpants. “Huh. Where did that come from?” He shoved a fistful of wreckage into his mouth and thought about the last time he had hooked up. It had been a while. He stood up and saw that his thick piece of meat was supporting the Big Top of all trouser tents. “Damn. That dog needs a walk.” Then his belly grumbled. He grabbed another handful of gingerbread and gobbled it out of his palm, dropping crumbs all over the table. He decided to leave the mess where it was and attend to the more urgent matter at hand.

Miguel picked up his phone, poked a name on his contacts list, and typed a three-word text: “Need to fuck”. He waited, and three minutes later he received a one-word reply: “Come”.  Miguel smirked, “So damn easy.” He pulled on some sneakers, threw on a hoodie, and grabbed a slab of gingerbread roof for the road. He left his apartment and walked a few blocks while devouring the roof. He turned down a dimly lit alley behind an old church and approached a gloomy-looking stone house. He didn’t even have to knock before the door was opened by a good-looking guy in his early thirties, clean-cut, sort of wholesome looking.

“What took you so long?” the man said.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling neglected?” Miguel replied as he stepped into the entrance hall.

“It has been a while. I was starting to wonder.”

“Is anyone else home?”

“No, it’s Bingo night.”

“Good, then I can make up for my absence.” Miguel shucked off his hoodie with some difficulty because the sleeves stuck to his thick arms.

The man’s eyes went wide. “Holy…sh….” His voice trailed off.  He quickly turned around to close and deadlock the heavy door with a sign on the outside that said “Rectory.” He turned back to drink in the sight of a bigger, hotter version of his wildest fantasy.

Miguel reached out and slipped his index finger under the snug collar of the man’s black shirt, right behind the white square that identified him as clergy. He pulled him against his body. “I can’t believe you wear this thing around the house.” Then he aggressively kissed Fr. Jan Witzkowiak, associate pastor of St. Hedwig’s. After deep tonguing the priest for a full minute, he let him have some air.  

“Hoh… man…” Jan gasped. “I’m hard as a rock already! You taste sweet and spicy… what is that?”

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“Gingerbread. Enough talk. Let’s go.” With his finger still hooked under Jan’s Roman collar, he pulled him down the hallway. “Where are we gonna do it this time? The dining room? The parlor? Maybe the pastor’s office?”

“Not the pastor’s office! Are you crazy?”

“I need to fuck. My judgement is impaired. So… the pastor’s office it is.”

“Master, please! Anywhere but there. It’s too risky. He’ll notice if things have been moved.”

“Then we’ll have to be careful, won’t we? Keep your squirming to a minimum and do as I say. Besides, risky is hot.” Miguel pushed open the door to the pastor’s office and flicked on the lights.”

“Not the lights! Turn off the lights! The neighbors will see us!”

Miguel looked at Jan’s terrified expression and exhaled. He flicked off the lights. “I’m way too nice to you. You don’t deserve it.”

Jan sighed with relief. “Thank you, sir. You’re right… I don’t deserve it.”

If it is not yet clear to you, Fr. Jan was Miguel’s bitch.

Miguel had been dumping his cum into the fit, attractive priest since… well, since he started working out, because they met at the gym. Jan had approached him and chatted him up, and they went out for coffee after devouring each other with their eyes in the gym shower. They quickly realized that their acquaintance could be mutually advantageous. Jan needed to be fucked by someone who would keep his secret, and Miguel didn’t want every gay in the city to know who he was fucking so they could talk about it constantly. Neither of them was looking for a relationship, and they certainly didn’t have one. They had no history, there was no animosity, and they had only a few conversations. Miguel stepped into the dominant role without even thinking about it, while Jan discovered how much he wanted someone to boss him around, use his body, and batter his self-esteem while fucking him senseless.

In the light from the hallway and the streetlight outside the window, Miguel surveyed the pastor’s spacious office. “Keep your shirt on and drop your pants.” Jan obeyed. “Underwear too, come on! Give me those.” He took Jan’s basic white cotton briefs and shoved them into his mouth. “I don’t want to hear your stupid commentary or your screaming.,” he said as he packed them in with his thumb. Then he bent Jan over one end of a tufted leather couch and lifted his heavy cock out of his sweatpants. Miguel was well-hung before he had all this muscle, so now it was merely proportional. With a couple of tugs it stretched to nine rock-hard inches.

“It looks like you were too dumb to lube your hole before I got here. You had five minutes; what the fuck else were you doing?” Jan made unintelligible sounds through his underwear. “Stay where you are, bitch. Don’t even think about moving!” Miguel left the room and went to the kitchen of the rectory to find Crisco or margarine or olive oil. He spotted an open tin can next to the stove and recognized it as a receptacle for bacon grease, a staple of old school cooking that could be found in many kitchens in the ethnic neighborhoods of the city. “Perfect,” he whispered, and grabbed the can. He dug two fingers into the semi-solid grease on his way back to the pastor’s office where Jan was obediently waiting. “Your housekeeper will have to fry your eggs in butter tomorrow, and she might wonder why you smell like a scorched pig.”

After smearing the grease on the priest’s hole and the fat dick that was about to fill it, Miguel got right down to business. “I hope this hurts,” he said as he pushed himself halfway in. Apparently it did, judging by the muffled, tortured noise that came out of Jan. “I’m gonna wreck your ass so bad…” Miguel continued to do exactly what Jan had come to expect from him while quoting lines from gay porn videos. They included promises such as, “I’m gonna dump such a thick load in your guts,” as well as housekeeping advice… “You’d better not get one drop of your watery cum on this sofa or your pastor is gonna find out what a desperate slut you are.”

Jan made a plaintive sound when he realized Miguel was right. He couldn’t ejaculate! His stiff cock was being pounded into the soft leather sofa cushion by the most powerful jackhammer he ever offered his ass to, and he couldn’t let himself cum! He welcomed the abuse of his ass, but did Miguel need to be unkind to his penis?

The smell of hot bacon grease filled the air as Miguel’s thrusts picked up speed. His standard Dom dialogue took a turn towards a custom-made fantasy... “Bugs like you don’t stand a chance against a god like me! I could end your life with one flick of my gigantic cock!” Jan hadn’t heard that one before. “I will destroy everything you dared to build on my planet!” On the threshold of climax, Miguel slammed his pelvis against Jan’s pasty white priest butt. “It pleases me to crush your tiny brittle bones!! Raaaaaawwwwwrrrr!!!!”

With that, Miguel unloaded a torrent of semen that felt like it was drawn from the deepest well of his adolescent sexual development. Each jet was as effective as six months of psychotherapy. By the time he had relieved the pressure in his ponderous balls, Miguel felt completely self-actualized. He had eaten all the forbidden fruit and gained comprehensive knowledge of good and evil. In short, he had become acquainted with his groove thang.

When the bacon scented fog cleared, Miguel remembered that he was porking the Polish priest. The expression on Jan’s sweaty red face revealed distress. “Did you disobey me?” he growled. “You better not have cum on this couch!” While still fully implanted, Miguel leaned forward and slipped his hand under the Pole’s sausage to run his hand over the leather cushion. Surprisingly, there was no stickiness or fluid. He bumped against Jan’s inferior tool and realized it was still engorged. With just the tips of his fingers he felt every centimeter of skin starting from the trunk of his own tree, moving around Jan’s uncracked nuts, then up the firm shaft, circling the corona, and stroking the glans, while Jan emitted a sound like that of a clarinet being blown by a child who had never heard one played. Miguel showed Jan his forefinger with just a dot of glistening moisture found at the mouth of his urethra. He paused dramatically… then said, “I’ll allow it.” The priest felt a bit of relief, but the triumph of preventing himself from ejaculating was counterbalanced by the searing pain in his very blue balls.

“You were a good boy, Jan. Let me check one more thing.” Miguel reached down again and felt the man’s slightly hairy abdomen that was usually tight as a drum with six respectable bumps of muscle. The abs were still there, but the belly curved down and felt soft and squishy. He pressed against it a few times and heard the churning of liquid. “Wow, I was very generous with you this time. I can’t remember shooting a bigger load than that. I may have actually seen fireworks. I suppose you missed them.” Miguel straightened up. “I wonder what Jesus will think when he sees you knocked up with my triplets.”

Jan groaned and pleaded with his eyes, so Miguel pulled the cotton briefs out of his mouth. After taking a few breaths he said, “Please, Master… would you accept the contents of my balls? Just open your beautiful mouth and I’ll give you everything I have. I would be so honored.”

Miguel made a face. “Sorry… I ate too much gingerbread before I came over. I’m full.” He patted his cobblestone abs. “Speaking of full, let me drag my enormous cock out of your ass so your hole can try to shrink back to a functioning sphincter. Aim your ass up so you don’t spill anything.” Wrapping the padre’s damp underwear around the base of his shaft, he slowly withdrew his shank while wiping the slime off with the briefs. Inch after fat inch reappeared until the whole thing fell out and slapped against his thigh. He carefully wiped Jan’s butt skin and blonde crack hair, collecting the thick cream that clung to them. Miguel was very proud of the smooth viscosity of his ejaculate. He folded it into the underwear and began to push the sodden lump of fabric into the gaping hole left by his massive tool.

While Miguel gently tended to his butt, the exhausted, formerly wholesome priest remarked, “You were rougher than usual this time.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“Not at all. I could handle more of that next time, if you feel that I’m worthy of another visit.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Miguel answered in his deeply sexy voice. “I’m pushing this plug farther in this time because you’re going to keep it in there all weekend.”

“All weekend, Master? What if I need to…?”

“You’ll just have to fast until Monday morning. You’re gonna absorb my entire load this time. I’m sick and tired of you wasting it in the toilet.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Maybe it will bond with your cells and turn you into a worthwhile human being.”

“Unlikely, Master. I’m such a pile of shit. Before you go, sir… I humbly beg you to carry me into another room where I can safely empty my unworthy balls. If I stand up here, I’m afraid I will explode all over the room and be banished from the Catholic church.”

Miguel picked up the priest’s black trousers and used them to wipe the remaining residue off his crane and wrecking balls, then pulled up his sweatpants. “Alright. This will be your reward for containing yourself while I smashed your ass.” He threw the pants at Jan and leaned over to scoop him up in both arms, still face down, as he was positioned on the couch. Then he curled him against his chest so the tortured dick was pointed away from him.

“Hurry, Master! Being in your powerful arms is making things worse.”

“I’m not surprised. Did you see how big my biceps are now? As big as your thighs, you scrawny fuck.”

“Uuuurgh! Please…”

Miguel quickly crossed the hallway and went into the dining room.

“No, sir! I meant a bedroom or a….”

“Too late now, bitch.” Miguel deposited Fr. Jan Witzkowiak on one end of the dining table, walked around to the other side, and raised his arms into a fierce double biceps pose, straining and squeezing until his shirtsleeves popped and two golden brown balls of muscle rose from the shredded openings. “Bam.”

Fr. Jan sprayed the contents of his testicles the full length of the table, reaching the spot where the pastor usually sat. He thought he heard angels singing, and then the crackling of hellfire.

Miguel was very satisfied with himself; his smirk reflected that. “Have fun cleaning that up, weakling.” Then he dipped his middle fingertip into a streak of Jan’s cum and touched it to his tongue. “Hmm. Not bad. Maybe next time, loser.” He liked to leave the humiliated priest with a glimmer of hope.

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The very next day was Antonio’s much buzzed-about Christmas party. Everyone was supposed to bring their gingerbread houses to share and compare. Again… it was not a competition, buuuut… you know how the gays are....

(to be continued - last part coming ASAP)

[lionlouis]

16th day of December

For today's image I present you a contest of sexy Santas ! who is you favorite ? who is gonna win ? Who got the best skimpy outfit ?

No story about today's image, but @FallenAway as continued his story from yesterday, please go read part two, I edit yesterday post for you to have the next part. it's definitively worth while

[lionlouis]

17th day of December

Is all your decoration done ?

Who is this guy ? a hunky cousin of Santa maybe ?

In the Claus Family I want the stud hehe

[lionlouis]

18th day of December

So you've been naughty or nice this year ? We'll see about that now come sit on my laps !

[lionlouis]

19th day of December

Today I'm proud to annonce that we have a new story from @FallenAway

He told me that he gonna just write few paragraphe ... well I will let you be the juge of that

Enjoy and see you tomorrow

 

 

Good Things and Small Packages by FallenAway

After a full day of Christmas shopping for each other, Philippe was disappointed to see that Jean Pierre, his boyfriend of nine months, had only one tiny package. He seemed pleased with himself. Or was he just happy to see all the bags Philippe was carrying? Philippe knew that Jean Pierre, a personal trainer, didn’t make nearly as much money as he did as a wealth advisor for a private investment firm. He was always quick to say, “His income doesn’t bother me at all” when his friends inquired. But he was thinking about it now.

Philippe had to admit that he went overboard buying gifts for Jean Pierre. This was their first Christmas together and he wanted to show his boyfriend how much he appreciated him… or loved him. The fact is, he was totally infatuated with the guy, and he felt a little embarrassed about that. His friends teased him about being a sugar daddy with a boy toy. He laughed, but it bothered him. At thirty, he was only four years older than Jean Pierre, although JP looked older than his twenty-six years because he was so… large and… masculine. Jean Pierre was a wonderful man, very kind and thoughtful. They had similar interests and never ran out of things to talk about. Time flew by when they were together. But Philippe often wondered if a handsome hunk like that could really be satisfied with a lanky, average guy like him. So he bought him lots of nice presents, as if that would keep him around.

They went to a party hosted by one of his friends on Christmas Eve, and Jean Pierre stayed at Philippe’s apartment that night. In the morning, Philippe woke up alone next to the deep impression his boyfriend had left in the mattress. After a moment’s anxiety about being abandoned, he heard sounds coming from the kitchen. He pulled on a t-shirt and pajama pants and, barefoot, padded into the kitchen. Jean Pierre was cooking breakfast, shirtless. He looked up and said, “Bonjour Cupcake!”

Philippe never imagined he would like that nickname, but coming from Jean Pierre’s very kissable lips, it was adorable. So he went over and gave him a kiss. “Bonjour Redwood. I didn’t know you were making breakfast.”

“I thought I would surprise you with a quiche Lorraine. It’s my grandmother’s recipe.”

“That sounds good. I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Well, you would know if you stopped taking me to fancy restaurants. I love to cook. I should go and put on a shirt. This is unsanitary.”

“No,” Philippe objected. “No you shouldn’t. I don’t mind.” In fact, he wouldn’t mind finding one of his boyfriend’s reddish brown chest hairs in his quiche.

Jean Pierre smiled. “You don’t mind, huh? Well, then I think you should take your shirt off to make this fair.” Philippe blushed and reluctantly pulled off his shirt. JP looked at him with undisguised lust. “The quiche is ready. Have a seat and let me serve you.”

Philippe sat at the table where fresh orange juice and a pot of steaming coffee were waiting. Jean Pierre brought him a generous wedge of quiche arranged on a plate with a small portion of rocket salad and sliced strawberries. “This is very nice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” JP sat down with his own plate after pouring the coffee and orange juice. “Bon appétit.”

They talked about the party they had attended the night before. It was a pleasant evening with an eclectic group of people, more gay than straight, couples and singles. “My friends liked you,” said Philippe. “They were impressed. They thought you would be dumb. I enjoyed watching you change their minds.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. I thought I felt your eyes on me.”

“Who else would I look at?”

“Bah! Stop flattering me. I was debating whether to tell you this or not, but I think I should. Your friend Claude cornered me in the kitchen and propositioned me.”

“He did? Oh, I’ll make him regret that!”

“Don’t worry, he already does. He was about to put his hand on my…” JP pointed at his lap “…my crotch, but I grabbed his wrist and squeezed it so hard… I told him I’m with you exclusively and that wouldn’t change, as long as you’ll have me.”

“Oh.”

“I said, “I want you to spread the word so no one makes the same mistake. They’ll probably ask about the bruises on your wrist.” I think I cracked a bone.”

“You should have broken it,” Philippe said under his breath.

Jean Pierre shrugged his big shoulders. “I’ll go back and finish the job if you want me to.”

Philippe felt a stirring in his crotch. “You would do that for me?”

JP looked him in the eye. “I would. Would you like that?” His smile was enigmatic.

Philippe couldn’t hide his delight, but he said, “No. Thank you, though.”

“Any time,” replied Jean Pierre before closing his mouth over the last chunk of quiche on his plate. “We should open our presents now. I’m really excited about what I got you, but I’d like to save that for last if you don’t mind.”

“Okay, if that’s what you want.” Philippe couldn’t imagine what exciting thing could be in such a small package. It crossed his mind that it could be an engagement ring, but they hadn’t discussed a commitment, and Jean Pierre wouldn’t do that without discussing it first.

They sat on the floor near the Christmas tree and Philippe gave his impossibly hot, smart, sweet boyfriend one present after another. Jean Pierre protested, sincerely, that it was too much, and Philippe said, “It’s nothing really. Everything was marked down. I know how to find a bargain.” He was lying.

Finally, it was time for Philippe to open his gift. Jean Pierre’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. Philippe prepared to pretend to like whatever it was. The small green bag didn’t have any markings on it, but the paper felt expensive. He pulled it open, pushed aside the tissue paper, and withdrew a six inch tube, like a toothpaste tube, but it wasn’t toothpaste. “What is…” He looked at the label. In fancy script it said, “Lubrificante Ingranditore Magico,” followed by “Prodotto d'Italia.” His Italian wasn’t very good, but he guessed. “Is this… lube?”

Jean Pierre could barely contain himself. “Yes! But not just any lube. It’s magic!”

“Oh. Wow. Um… thank you, this is just… so nice.” Philippe was really struggling to show his appreciation.

Jean Pierre took Philippe’s hand and held it between his larger, warmer hands. “I know you’re disappointed, and I know you don’t believe me, but please trust me, Philippe. This is not a joke.”

“Well, I didn’t think it was a joke, but… I don’t understand. Why would you give me a tube of lube for Christmas?”

“I knew we would be having a lot of sex this week since you took the whole week off, so I thought this would be the perfect time to…”

“You think I’m just going to have sex with you all day, every day this week? Oh…my…god.”

“Please, please, please, Philippe… Cupcake… please just let me show you. Please trust me. This is special.”

Philippe was understandably upset and very skeptical, but Jean Pierre seemed so sincere and serious. He was unfailingly thoughtful, often anticipating his wants and needs in a way that no one else had ever done. Plus, he was an absolute unit, upstairs and downstairs. After spending so much on his gifts, he thought he might as well have use of that gorgeous muscular body for another day or two. “Would you like to have sex now?”

“YES! Yes, please! Thank you! You won’t regret it. This will blow your mind.”

“Alright, calm down. Do you want to do it here or in the bedroom.”

“Definitely the bedroom. You’re going to be spraying cum all over the place.”

“Oh, really?” Philippe thought, “I can’t believe he had the nerve to say that! He’s the one who comes like a firehose.” He had already had to have his bedroom repainted once since they started seeing each other. “Let’s go then. Just tell me what to do.”

So, they went into the bedroom and got naked. Philippe was told to lie on his back in the center of the bed. Jean Pierre, on his knees, straddled his legs and loomed over him, as usual. Philippe was as limp as a noodle. He was not a large man… down there. At its hardest, it was just five inches, on the low end of average. It was a source of insecurity for him no matter who he was having sex with, but it was especially difficult to feel adequate in the presence of The Redwood. His nickname for Jean Pierre was a reference to his height and overall size, but more appropriately for his huge hozzle. As much as Philippe loved to play with it, it was a little too much of a good thing, especially when they attempted anal sex. They never got very far before Philippe had to tap out. He had been using a series of butt plugs to make things easier, but realistically, he was still a year away from providing full access. Jean Pierre never complained about it and they both enjoyed other things, but he often thought, “He can’t possibly be satisfied with me. It’s just a matter of time…”

Jean Pierre set the precious tube of lube on the bed sheet and asked, “What can I do to turn you on and get this started?”

“Well… just flex everything you’ve got. That usually does it.”

Happy to oblige, Jean Pierre flexed his incredible muscles. He always looked like he was ready for a bodybuilding competition, but he didn’t compete. He said he built his physique for his own enjoyment, and for others to enjoy if they were into that kind of thing. Philippe was definitely into that kind of thing. He never imagined he would get his hands on someone like this, but there he was. At least for a few more days. When Jean Pierre flexed for him, he didn’t do the standard poses the competitors did. He showed off his muscles in the sexiest possible ways, and after nine months he knew exactly what Philippe liked.

Jean Pierre had worked up a sweat, so his muscles were glistening. He bent forward and lowered his torso until it just touched Philippe’s. He slid his moist skin up and down his body while he crunched his abs and flexed his pecs. “Do you feel that?” he said. “Do you feel how much my muscles love your body. They’re making love to you. Do you feel it?”

“Yes!” Philippe gasped. He had already forgotten about the lube. Jean Pierre was that good.

JP moistened his lips and came within an inch of his lover’s face. “I bet you want to kiss me. Do you want me to kiss you? Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” He did. He really, really did.

“Oh, that’s good… I want to kiss you, too, but there’s something else I need to do right now. Okay, baby? I promise, I’ll kiss you later, okay?”

“I guess…?” He wanted that kiss so much it was driving him crazy.

Jean Pierre straightened up, observed that Philippe was at full mast, and reached for the lube. He also retrieved a pair of latex gloves he had tucked away. He pulled them on, opened the tube, and squeezed a dollop of thick gel onto each of his fingertips. “I’m going to put this on you, okay? Then I’ll give you a little massage. You’ll like it.”

“What is it?”

“It’s the lube I bought for you. Remember? It was fifteen minutes ago.” He was proud of the fact that he could addle Phillipe’s brain with his body. That’s what he built it for, and there was no one he wanted to give it to more than Philippe. He loved this man more than life itself, and he was determined to keep him.

“But… shouldn’t you be putting the lube on your thing?”

“Not this time, babe. Just relax, I know what I’m doing.” He spread the gel over Philippe’s erection and his testicles, carefully massaging it into the scrotum without pinching his balls. He stroked it up and down his shaft and rubbed it into his glans with his thumb.

“That feels good… really good… ohhh my… aaah… don’t stop… you’re making me so hard… I’ve never felt so hard.”

Jean Pierre squeezed out more gel and applied it to all the same places, massaging it in as he did the first time. Then he wrapped one hand around the shaft and squeezed. It was surprisingly firm. He slid his hand up and down a few times.”

“Ohmygod, ohmygod! Ohh!

SOO good! You’re so good… this is the best ever… how can it be so good? Hooow?”

Jean Pierre continued to stroke Philippe’s erection. He estimated that it was now about twice as long as it had been. It was also thick enough that his fingers couldn’t touch his thumb anymore. “That should do it.” He stopped stroking.

“No! Don’t stop! Why did you stop?”

“Philippe, honey, I have something to show you. Could you sit up and look at this?”

“Ugh.” Philippe propped himself up on his elbows. “Well, what is it?” Jean Pierre pointed to the large phallus between Philippe’s legs. He stared at it for a minute. “Is that yours? Why is it… wait, yours is over there… where is my… JP?”

“That’s yours. I made it bigger for you. Do you like it?” Philippe just stared. “Go ahead… touch it. You’ll see.”

Philippe reached out and put his hand around the great big cock that seemed to be attached to him. It practically lit up with pleasurable sensations. “Holy fuck!” He stroked it. “Oh, fuuuuck! Ohhh!” He let go of it because it was overwhelming. Then he noticed the size of his balls. “This is unbelievable! How did you do this?”

Jean Pierre pulled off the latex gloves and picked up the tube of lube. “With this. It’s your present. Do you like it?”

“Oh my god! I love it! I’ve always wanted a… wait… you knew I wanted this, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” JP nodded. “I could tell it was bothering you, so I knew exactly what to get you for Christmas. It looks good on you. Very handsome.”

“Wow! I don’t even know where to begin…”

Jean Pierre crawled up the bed to lie next to Philippe. He took hold of his erection again. “I was thinking I would finish the hand job I started. I’ll introduce you to the wonders of having a big dick.” He nuzzled Philippe’s neck and gave him a few little kisses leading up to his ear. He whispered, “Do you like my big muscle butt?”

Philippe smiled and whispered back. “I love your big muscle butt!”

“Good, because later today I want you to fuck me with your big fat cock. I want you to fuck my brains out. Do you think you can do that?”

Philippe’s cock stiffened. “I’ll try. I mean, yes. No… I will definitely… I’m gonna wreck your ass with my big fat cock!”

JP grinned. “There you go. That’s perfect. I can’t wait.”

*****

About two hours later Philippe was still flat on his back, breathing heavily, recovering from his latest orgasm. There was cum on the ceiling and on the wall behind the bed. And everywhere else.  Jean Pierre hadn’t cum yet. He was busy licking Philippe’s cock and balls, then his belly, and his chest. He licked him clean like a giant cat licking a kitten. He cleaned his neck and his beard. Philippe liked it very much.  He wanted to be licked clean every day.

“I can’t cum anymore. I’m spent. Amazing… so amazing.”

Jean Pierre lay next to him with his head propped on one hand. “We’ll take a little break. Then I’ll make you cum again.” He ran the tip of his finger around Philippe’s right nipple. “There’s something I want to talk to you about. I was waiting for the right time, and this seems right.”

He had Philippe’s attention. “Okay. What’s up?”

“I quit my job at the gym. Friday was my last day.”

“Oh. Why would you do that? How will you pay your bills?”

“I want to go back to school to become a physical therapist. I was already accepted to a program.”

“That’s a good goal. I’m sure you’ll be great at it.” Philippe was worried. He was afraid JP would ask him to pay for it and support him while he was in school. “Is the program here, or will you have to go away?”

“No, it’s here. I’m not going anywhere. I just wanted you to know my plans.” He glanced up and smiled. “I’m sure you were really proud to be dating a personal trainer. Now I’ll just be a student. Is that going to be a problem?”

Philippe smiled a little but felt sad. “I’m proud to be dating you no matter what you do. I hope you know I really mean that.”

“I know. I was just kidding.” He rested his hand on Philippe’s chest and started to trace his other nipple. “I love your chest. It’s really sexy.”

Philippe thought, “He’s flattering me now. He’ll butter me up before asking for money.” He had to ask. “So, how will you pay for this?”

“That’s not a problem. I’ve got it covered.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Actually, that leads to another thing I wanted to tell you. I wasn’t completely honest with you when we met.”

“Oh?” Uh oh.

“I was working as a personal trainer because I enjoyed it, but I have another source of income. I have a trust fund from my grandmother. The funds became available to me when I turned 26, and I need to decide what to do with it. I was wondering if you could help me figure that out. That’s what you do for a living, right?”

“Yes, but… I’m curious. Why didn’t you want to tell me that when we met?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing… you know… when people know you have that kind of money, it’s hard to know if they really like you, or if they’re just interested in the money.  Now I know you’re not like that. I know you just love me for my body.” He glanced at Philippe with his mischievous eyes.

“I do NOT just love you for your… I mean… don’t get me wrong, I do love your body… but there’s…”

“Philippe… I’m kidding. Can’t you tell when I’m kidding?” He rubbed the patch of hair on Philippe’s chest. “I could eat you alive. Do you know that? I can’t get enough of you. Can I make you cum again?”

“Not yet.” Philippe put a hand on his forehead. “I’m so confused.”

“What are you confused about?”

“I thought… I’m sorry, but… I was afraid you were only with me for my money.”

“What? Why? I know you have a good job, but… you’re probably not even a millionaire, are you?”

That stung a bit. “Well, not yet, but if I average an 8 or 9% return on my investments, eventually I will be.”

“I’m sure you will. Everyone says you’re good at what you do.”

“So… why are interested in me?”

Jean Pierre looked at him and tried to figure out if he was kidding. “Are you kidding me?” Apparently he wasn’t. “You’re the total package, man. You’re handsome, intelligent, you have a weird sense of humor, and we like the same things. You’re generous, TOO generous! I can talk to you about anything. I want to talk to you all the time. Except when we’re having sex. I love having sex with you. I love the way you love my body. I can’t tell you how hot that is, the way you look at me. God… Why would I want to be with anyone else? I’m just trying to hang on to you.”

Philippe felt as though his heart might burst. This was too much to hope for. “He loves me. He actually loves ME.” There were tears in his eyes when he said, “I had no idea you felt that way.”

“I’m sorry. I could have told you sooner, but I’ve been holding back because you always seem a little nervous around me. I didn’t want to scare you away by saying I love you too soon.”

“I’ve been nervous around you because I didn’t believe an incredible man like you could be satisfied with me, not long term anyway.  I was afraid to get too attached. I figured I would get hurt eventually, but I was trying to limit the damage, you know? But I couldn’t stop myself from loving you.”

Now Jean Pierre had tears in his eyes. “Come here.” He wrapped an arm around him and rolled onto his back, so Philippe was lying on top of him, face down. They had to squirm and adjust themselves until their long cocks lay next to each other comfortably, then he wrapped his big arms around the smaller man, surrounding him with muscle. “I want to hug you so hard, but I don’t want to squish you… so tell me if it gets uncomfortable.”

“It’s perfect. I love it when you do this.”

“Good, I love doing it. So… first of all… I think you’ll find that I’m not that easy to get rid of. I mean, look at the size of me! Do you really think you could kick me out?”

“Probably not, but it might be fun to try. You’d probably have to get rough with me, huh? Maybe throw me around a little?”

JP was surprised. “Would you like that?” Philippe nodded. “Ooh, you’re a kinky old man. We’ll have a lot of fun with that.” Philippe started to rock his hips slightly. “Second… what was the second thing I wanted to say? I forgot.”

“I think you were saying how much you love me and never want to leave me.” Philippe started sliding his fresh erection against JP’s abs and slightly longer cock.

“Oh yeah… something about that… I’m still drawing a blank.” He was distracted by the sight of Philippe’s peachy butt moving up and down. Once he saw it, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. His cock thickened between their bodies.

Philippe felt it. “What do you plan to do with the rest of that lube?”

“I have an idea… but it’s your present… what do you think?”

Philippe started humping the valley between Jean Pierre’s abs. The hair along his treasure trail provided a wonderful new experience for his much larger, more sensitive dick. “Do you still have those gloves?”

“Yes.” JP tightened his abs, giving Philippe another new sensation.

“Ahh! Put the gloves on and lube my butt hole… generously. Get your big finger in there and spread it all around inside me. Do it now.”

Jean Pierre’s powerful cock hardened so quickly it almost lifted Philippe. “Yes, sir. I will do that immediately, but you’ll have to stop moving around. Your hot butt is all over the place.”

Philippe stopped humping and gave JP a greedy wet kiss on the mouth, then grabbed one of his nipples and twisted it hard as he climbed off his hot-as-hell massive boyfriend. The Redwood flew upwards and started growing. He turned around, straddled Jean Pierre doggy style, and stuck his butt right in his face. “How’s that?”

“Perfect!” Without asking, JP pulled it towards his face and started licking his hole.

“OH! You don’t have to… oh, yes… yes you do have to do that… oh my… god… keep… that… uhn…”

Jean Pierre had been wanting to eat his ass for months now but was afraid to ask. He couldn’t pass this up. When he was satisfied, he wiped his saliva off, put on the latex gloves, and prepared the lube. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, do it!”  Philippe was staring right at The Redwood in all its glory, swaying majestically. He wanted to grab it and shove as much as he could into his mouth, but he needed to let Jean Pierre concentrate. He did have some questions though. “Jean Pierre… where did you get this lube? I’ve never heard of anything like it.”

“No, you wouldn’t have. It was developed by a chemist who worked for my grandmother’s company. He claimed that it contained a magic potion that had been passed down in his family for generations. She was impressed by his accomplishment, but she knew it couldn’t be released to the public. So she paid him enough money to keep him quiet and set him up for life. Then she gathered up all his research and chemicals and equipment and locked them away where only she had access to them.”

“What kind of company did she own?”

“You’ve probably heard of it… Incantesimi Cosmetics. She started with a tiny shop in Turin and gradually built it into an international business. She was amazing.”

Philippe was astonished. Of course he had heard of it! It was one of the most admired brands in the world, known for it’s uncompromising commitment to the quality of their products. For that reason it never went public despite numerous attempts to acquire it. So that meant… the gorgeous young man who was busy lubing his ass was one of a handful of family members who owned a company worth more than a billion Euros. Philippe’s realization triggered an involuntary constriction of his anal sphincter.  

“Hey!” Jean Pierre protested, “Are you trying to break my finger? Relax, I’m almost done.” He paused to assess his work. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No, it’s fine, thank you.”

“We have to wait for this to be absorbed. I don’t want to get any of it on the thing you like best about me.”

“Here we go again. You’re right, The Redwood is your best feature.”

“Wait a minute… I thought I was Redwood.”

“You are Redwood… because of how big you are. But this beauty is THE Redwood. I thought you understood that.”

“You refer to my dick as The Redwood? God, that’s so hot!” His excitement was visible as The Redwood became even more engorged… noticeably fatter and a little bit taller.

Philippe couldn’t resist anymore. He grabbed it with both hands, put his mouth over the throbbing head, and started sucking. He loved the feel of it in his mouth as well as the unique taste. Jean Pierre had become his favorite flavor.

“Oh, fuck that feels good!” JP grabbed hold of Philippe’s butt, squeezing one cheek in each of his big hands. He kneaded them like stress balls a few times before remembering how strong his grip was. He eased off and wondered if the imprints of his hands would be visible the following day. On second thought, he gave them one more hard squeeze just to be sure.

It brought Philippe off his cock. “Ow! What are you doing to my butt?”

Jean Pierre didn’t think twice before saying, “I’m leaving my handprints on your ass so everyone will know it’s mine.”

“Oh, that’s so fucking hot! I can’t wait to see them.”

JP had guessed correctly.

Philippe spun around. “I want your cock inside me right now! I’m not waiting any longer! I don’t care what you have to do, just do it now!”

Jean Pierre was startled but incredibly turned on by this change of tone. He quickly reached for the bottle of regular lube in the drawer of the bedside table. Before he could open it, Philippe said, “Give me that.” He grabbed it and issued further orders. “I want you flat on your back, spread eagle. Come on!” Jean Pierre spread his limbs into a giant X while Philippe knelt between his legs.

He squeezed a whole handful of the lube into his palm and started glazing The Redwood with a generous coat. JP enjoyed watching it, and feeling it, of course. Then Philippe squeezed out another portion for himself and lubed his newly enlarged butthole. Without further ado, he stood up and positioned himself over Jean Pierre’s erection. “I’m curious… how many guys have been able to get this thing inside them?”

“None who lived,” said Jean Pierre with a serious expression.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Yeah. No one has been able to do any better than you have, and no one has tried harder than you did. I never even considered using the magic lube with anyone but you. Are you having second thoughts?”

“Hell no!” Philippe pressed his hole against the spongy head and popped it through the sphincter. There was no pain as there had been during previous attempts.

“So far, so good, babe. Don’t try to go too fast… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Philippe was not as patient as Jean Pierre. Once the gate had opened, he knew he would go all the way. In one smooth motion, he sat all the way down until he felt Jean Pierre’s balls against his butt. The Redwood was inside him.

Jean Pierre was shocked and overwhelmed. He drew in a deep, deep breath and held it. His eyes were as big as saucers. Then he exhaled in one long moan of absolute joy that a part of his body had found its home as surely as he had found the love of his life. Philippe’s reaction was similar. He felt himself get filled with hot flesh that brought the throb of his lover’s heartbeat as close to his own heart as it could possibly get. It was not entirely painless, but the pain soon dissolved into a warm ache of assurance that he and Jean Pierre had become one inseparable entity.

Jean Pierre brought his knees up so Philippe could lean back against his thighs. He propped himself on his elbows. They looked into each other’s eyes and saw that their mutual feelings transcended any differences in size, age, income, or net worth. They were committed to each other for life.

Philippe felt his own erection throb as it pointed at Jean Pierre. Perhaps it wasn’t the most appropriate time to ask, but he had to know…

“Jean Pierre… if you don’t mind me asking… how big is your trust fund?”

“Oh… last I checked it was around 400 million, but it’s probably more now. I don’t pay much attention to it.”

Philippe expelled a powerful jet of cum that hit Jean Pierre right on the chin before pasting a few more ropes to his pecs and abs. “Ooooooooh… I’m so sorry, Jean Pierre! I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t apologize! That was amazing!”

“It’s just… I can’t help it, but… your big fat trust fund is so fucking hot…”

Jean Pierre grinned. “I’m glad you like it, because you’ll be managing my investment portfolio from now on.”

“Ohhh! You’re gonna make me cum again!”

“You bet I’m gonna make you cum again! We’ve got all week to enjoy this, right?”

“Yes… yes, we do. There’s nothing else I want to do this week.”

“Me neither.”

“There’s just one problem…”

“What’s that, Cupcake?”

“You’re going to have a hard time topping this Christmas gift next year.”

Jean Pierre beamed. “Well… I’ve got a year to think about it.”

[citizenies]

Great story ~ thanks for the stories and art