The weight room was stuffy today. Or maybe it was just that I was working out extra hard. Days like today, I put a little more effort into my workouts, get a little more pump to get more size. I’m not bodybuilder size, but I am pretty jacked. I probably workout too much but I love the way my body looks. I look at my six-foot-two form in the mirror and can’t help but flex my biceps and my quads. Two hundred pounds of muscle staring back at me, looking tough in my backwards ballcap, tank top, and compression shorts. I liked my sleek look, my body shaved smooth and tanned.
Tonight was a special night. I had been dating this guy for about six months, and it was getting pretty serious. I had been dating women and then started messing around with dudes. I always thought about doing it but was too scared until I met Jenner. He was in the same situation. He had been with women but was fucking around with men too. He says he’s bisexual, but more into men. I just knew the minute I met the handsome son-of-a-bitch; I couldn’t stay in the closet any longer. The dude is walking-sex. He’s tall, built, brooding which is sexy as hell. His body is amazing, in better shape now than a few years ago in college. I remember thinking, fuck, he’s beautiful, which was weird because I’d never thought that way about another dude before.
But it’s been six months and everything is going well. We’re talking about moving in together. He makes jokes about having ‘His & His’ matching trucks. But tonight is special, our six-month anniversary. Normally, I would think celebrating an anniversary was really gay, but since I’ve been with Jenner, I’ve changed. I always considered myself a typical, masculine man. I like sports, trucks, fishing, working out... typical guy stuff. But with Jenner, it’s different. He’s more of an alpha. He has this masculine aura that makes everyone in the room feel a little less manly, including me. When we are together, he makes me feel protected and safe, even though I’m kind of a bruiser. I can take care of myself. But there is something about the way Jenner acts around me, takes care of me. Like when he opens my car door for me whether I’m getting in or out. Always walks ahead of me or if he doesn’t, he puts his hand on my lower back. But probably the biggest thing that makes me feel like I belong to him is that I’ve become a total bottom. Since we started dating, not once have I fucked him. He says he never wants to bottom, feels no desire. He says it makes him feel like less of a man. And then he throws in a “no offense” so I don’t feel bad.
I started preparing yesterday for tonight. I had a spa day. I got a full body wax, a manicure, pedicure, scrub and a hair cut. This morning I cleaned my house, washed my truck and now I’m at the gym. I waited until last to workout because I wanted to look fucking hot for Jenner. He was coming over at seven and I wanted to be ready.
I got home after the gym, shower and clean up like Jenner likes me. Carefully styled my hair perfectly. On my bed was a few boxes that arrived in the mail two days ago. I had been planning this for about a month and wanted to make sure I was going to have his gift in time. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was on point, my hair, my face, my body was ripped and swole. I was looking totally fuckable. I looked down at the boxes and had to take a deep breath.
I opened the boxes and took out the contents and lay them out on the bed. My hands were trembling. I picked up the black, silk, thong panties with lace side panels and a tiny, red bow on the waistband. I put my legs through and pulled them up, they slid like ice up my sleek, smooth legs, the strip of black silk between my glutes. I had worn panties before for Jenner, just messing around. He liked when I wore them. He really liked it when he felt more manly. He didn’t like me to eclipse him, so I always toned down the macho bullshit, in the bedroom.
I sat on the edge of the bed and rolled on a micro-fishnet thigh-high stocking. The lace top stopped at my upper thigh. I slid the other one on, giving me that thrill of tight nylon over my smooth muscular legs.
I put on the black, lace garter belt and attached the straps to the tops of my stockings, front and back. We had also experimented with stockings, mainly the thigh-high tube sock type. That really got him going.
Something I’d never tried before was the black satin, paisley corset with red piping and red lace on the top. When I was looking for items, I saw this online being worn by a guy built like me. It looked sexy and I always liked them on girls I dated. I wrapped it around my waist and pulled the laces tight in the back. When I looked in the mirror, I was amazed. It cinched around my waist and came up just below my pecs, accentuating their size.
I went to the vanity and made sure my hair was perfect; crisp part on the side and the rest swept back. And then the part that made me the most nervous- I took an eyeliner pencil and carefully applied eyeliner around my eyes. The dark makeup made my eyes look more blue than normal. And the last item of makeup- blood-red lipstick. When I stood back and looked at myself, I was intrigued by how much my body contrasted with the delicate clothing and make up. My face was so angular, a square jaw that could cut glass, inset eyes, cleft chin, my face still looked masculine, yet soft.
I went back into the bedroom. Jenner would be here soon. The last box I open contained a pair of black, silk, stiletto heels. I practiced in them the past two days so I wouldn’t fall and break my ankle. I stepped into them, my feet slid in for a perfect fit. Standing straight up I could feel my calves flex; quads tense and my ass sticking out.
I looked in the full-length mirror and thought I looked sexy as fuck. My man was going to feel like the fucking king when he sees his jacked boyfriend dressed up pretty for him. I turned in the mirror and took in my curvaceous ass, the arch of my lower back, my biceps and triceps.
I heard the front door. Quickly, I slid on a pair of elbow length fishnet gloves. I heard him call my name. I took a deep breath and walked to the bedroom door and opened it. I casually sauntered through, a sexy stride that was slow and deliberate.
The look on his face was memorable. His jaw dropped and his eyes got wide. He dropped his briefcase on the floor. He was speechless. Mission accomplished. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of me.
I sauntered up to him with the sexiest bedroom eyes I could give him. I took his tie and stroked with both hands.
“Happy six-month anniversary, Jenner,” I said in a low, baritone and sexy voice. All he did was stand there. I leaned in and kissed his cheek softly. “I missed you,” I whispered.
He tried to speak but just gasps of air came out of his mouth. I gently loosened his tie while I put my thigh between his legs. We were nose to nose.
“I wanted to look sexy for you, Jenner,” I whispered. “Do you like what I bought for you?”
He nodded his head quickly. “Uh huh,” he mumbled.
“I knew you would. It’s a special night. I did this for you. And you know what?”
“What,” he mumbled.
I leaned in to his ear and said, “I feel so pretty for my man. You’re my man, aren’t you?”
“Fuck,” he whispered.
I reached down and he was rock hard in his suit pants. “You’re my big, strong man.”
“Uh huh,” he said.
“Will you make love to me all night?”
“Fuck, yes,” he said in a low growl.
“Nice,” I said. I took off his suit jacket and lay it on the couch. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. He was mesmerized and watched my ass the whole time.
In the bedroom, I turned and put my arms around his neck, his hands went to my waist and we kissed. We kissed for what felt like forever. We made out like teenagers, moaning into each other’s mouths. His hands grabbing onto my ass. I unbuttoned his dress shirt and took off his tie. He broke the kiss and feverishly undressed himself until he was standing before me in all his muscular, masculine glory. His body was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. It was better than any fitness model. The way his suits hung on him was fucking hot. God, I loved him in a suit.
He wrapped himself around me again and laid me back on the bed.
“God, you’re so fucking amazing,” he said between kissing. “Your body, your face, your everything.”
I smiled. “I’m glad you’re happy. I didn’t want to have to send all of this back.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled before covering my body with his own. We were basically the same size and weight but his two-hundred pounds on top of me felt so good. We kissed.
“Jenner, oh shit,” I whispered. “Fuck.”
He was kissing my neck and then said, “I can’t believe you’d do this for me.”
I looked up at him, took his face in my hands, looked him in the eyes and said, “I love you, Jenner. I’d do anything for you.”
His face was blank for a second. I could see his eyes flitting around my face. Then a smile. “God, I love you too. I was hoping you would say it first.”
I reached down and grasped his cock. I skimmed it and felt pre-cum on the tip. “I want you inside me,” I said breathy.
I felt his hand go between my thighs and his finger found my hole. He pushed in and I gasped. He had big fingers. I had pre-lubed because I didn’t want any wasted time preparing him.
He looked at me and grinned. “Someone is ready to get fucked.”
I wagged an eyebrow. “I wanted to get to the good stuff.”
He got between my legs, reached down and put the backs of knees on in the crook of his elbows. My legs lifted. I saw my fishnet covered legs, the muscle bulging, in the air. My satin pumps with the heels pointing up. I felt his cock at my hole.
He looked down at me and with a sweet tone in his voice said, “I’m going to make love to my girl.” And then he slid inside me. I gasped. Even though we fuck all the time, his size and girth always took my breath away.
“Jenner... fuuuck,” I moan.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers.
“God, you feel so good, babe.”
“You’re pussy is so good, baby girl,” he said. That’s the first time he’d ever called my ass a pussy. And for some reason, it sounded perfect.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I love you inside of me, Jenner. I love it so much.”
“Me too, baby.”
He fucked me at a slow and deep pace. He was truly making love to me. I lifted my legs higher and wider. I loved seeing them in the air and I felt not only sexy, but slutty too.
“Fuck my pussy, Jenner,” I cooed.
He groaned in delight at my words. He started to rut into me.
“Fuck,” he said. “My big, strong, muscle man all dressed up for me. It’s fucking amazing.”
“I just want to make you happy, babe.”
His cock was so big, and he was using the whole length. I leaned up and took a hold of my ankles and held my legs out. He turned his head and saw what I was doing. He looked back at me with a grin.
“Fucking Christ, look at you. All this fucking muscle, my big stud, holding his legs out like a whore... Fuck. I love you.” And he started to fuck me harder. It wasn’t a pounding like he usually does but it was between love making and hard fucking. I was grunting and moaning. I did sound like a whore.
“I’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed. “I’m gonna cum in your pussy, baby!” Then he threw his head back and howled. I felt his cock inflate inside of me and then a warm feeling spread through my ass. He kept cumming. His muscles were tight, sweaty, pumped. His thick neck coursed with veins. His teeth clenched and his face flushed. I watched in awe of the god of a man inside of me.
He collapsed on top of me, his head on my shoulder. I lowered my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
“Oh shit!” I hissed and then chuckled.
I could feel him chuckling too. He lifted his head and looked at me with a grin. “Bro, what the fuck?!”
I shook my head laughing. “Dude, I dunno, man. I do not know.”
We were amused by the situation. It was so random and so out of character for me and he was not expecting anything like it. It was so random that it could only have been the hottest thing either of us had ever done.
He was still chuckling. “You came out of the bedroom, and I swear to god, you broke my brain.”
“You should have seen your face.”
“Where did you get all this stuff?”
“The internet, fool!” I teased him.
“But how did you know I would like all this stuff?”
“Dude, have you seen ME?” I teased again.
He laughed. “Fuck yeah, I’ve seen you.”
“You’ve said before I can make anything look good,” I gave him a cocky smile.
“You fucking sexy bitch,” he said and kissed me.
“Oh! Now that sounded hot.”
“What? That you’re a sexy bitch?” he taunted me.
“Yeah. It sounds sexy coming out of your mouth.”
“I don’t even know what to say besides that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen or done in my life,” Jenner said. He was still panting a little.
“I am so fucking glad you liked it. I knew you thought it was sexy when I... you know... wore sexy stuff for you,” I said clearly embarrassed.
“Yeah I love that shit. I didn’t know if you liked it as much as I did because I thought you might feel too feminine.”
“I do!” I broke in. “But... I like that. Is that weird?”
“God, no. Not weird to me. In fact, I know it sounds fucked up, but I like feeling more manly than you.”
“No offense?” I said teasing him for saying it to me before.
“I was gonna say that,” he teased back. “Being with a dude is great, but I don’t want to be with someone who thinks they’re more or a man than I am. I’m fucking insecure. I found a dude who is ok with that... I think?”
“Dude, I’m ok,” I said and then kissed him again.
“Bro, you didn’t cum!” he said.
I shook my head. “Oh, no, I don’t need to.”
“What? Come on. You need to get off too.”
“Jenner, trust me, I got off. Knowing you came because of me, is good enough for me.”
“Fuck, I love you,” he said. I felt him settle in again between my legs.
“You goin in, bro?” I said to him.
“I told you I’d make love to you all night, you sexy mother fucker.”
I grinned. “Happy Anniversary.”
