Coming Home

I’d just sat down on the sofa for a bit of a break in the afternoon, ready for a bit of relaxation before our plans for the evening, when I heard the door open up behind me.

“Hey, sport!”

“Ugh,” I said, tossing my book aside, “of course you come home as soon as I sit down. I suppose you’ll want some love and attention now, hmm?” I said, getting off the couch and heading towards Andrew.

“I mean, I suppose that’s an acceptable way to greet your husband when he comes home from work,” he said, putting his briefcase down on the table by the door before wrapping his arms around me, giving me a squeeze. I threw my arms around his neck and leapt into his grasp, swinging my legs around his waist as I planted a handful of kisses on his cheek.

It didn’t take long after we’d moved to the city to realize that him being transferred was probably the best thing to happen for us. Finding an apartment, moving in, and living together really puts your relationship to the test and we came out unscathed. Of course, we’ve had our little fights, but I still loved Andrew with my whole heart, and I was ready to propose after the first month together. I hadn’t yet found a job and couldn’t afford anything fancy, but that didn’t stop me from getting down on one knee and asking him to make me the happiest man alive. Turns out, he’d had the same idea and had gone to a real jewelry store to get an engagement ring, but was nervous to ask me after only three months of us being together.

For such a quick engagement, it took much longer to actually get married. I’d landed a position for a smaller, weekly newspaper, but fell in love with the work and Andrew got a promotion that made his schedule a bit more hectic. We’d gotten married nearly a year later, in a small ceremony attended by our closest friends and family members. My mom was in the front row, crying quietly with a broad smile on her face. I’d asked Tom to be my best man, to which he hastily accepted, with his boyfriend, Mr. Mullins standing beside him as another one of my groomsmen. Mr. Mullins had been thrilled to have Tom help around the summer camps that summer and the pair quickly got together, apparently aided by a late-night massage session that turned steamy very quickly. Tom had gone on to help secure Team USA gold at the Olympic games, the first time the US has ever won a medal in soccer.

Andrew’s best man was Hank, the man who’d helped with our first date in Atlanta. He was a finely muscled man, a quintessential Southern gent, complete with cowboy hat and boots, the dusty red color of his clothing complimenting his light brown hair and mustache. We’ve had Hank come up a number of times to visit and I always loved the wild nights he’d lead us on when he showed up. Hunter was also in our wedding party, after he’d come around to the idea of Andrew and I being together. I think he was just happy for his father, plus, having his dad move away gave him the excuse to move out of the south and explore an exciting new place. He adapted to the city quickly and often came over for dinner. Over the year gap in our wedding journey, we’d gotten close once again, the nights usually ending with me snuggling up to Andrew on the couch while he and Hunter argued over what movie to watch.

I came back to the present, slowly sliding down Andrew’s beefy chest as I stood back on my feet. My hands still wrapped around his neck, I shuffled my feet a bit, drawing him in to a short, simple dance as I spoke to him.

“So, I know we said we didn’t need to get each other anything fancy for our first anniversary, but I really couldn’t help myself, okay? Just don’t be mad when you see what I got you.”

“Boy, I could never be made at you, I’m just disappointed you didn’t think I’d do the same thing,” he said, a shit eating grin stretching across his face as he leaned me in to a small dip, continuing our silent dance. “But right now, I smell something amazing and believe me, you’re gonna need the energy from whatever heavenly food you’ve made,” he said, as he led me by the small of my back towards the kitchen.

We sat around for another hour, just chatting about our day as we waited for the small meat pies I’d made for Andrew were cooking. I’d only found out about his favorite Scottish dish a few weeks ago and figured I’d try my hand at making my own. They turned out pretty okay, despite being a bit of a pain to make, but the look on Andrew’s face at the gesture was all I needed for the efforts to have been worth it. We’d migrated towards the couch after I grabbed his present, plopping down on the couch next to him, eager to see him open it. It wasn’t a very large package, but still, he shook the envelope sized box like a kid, trying to figure out what was inside.

He’d just ripped into the package and was about to lift the lid off the box when I laid a hand on his wrist, a mask of seriousness spread across my face, “Sir, I need you to know that you won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t like it. But just keep an open mind, okay?”

He quirked an eyebrow up, “Of course, sport, it’s the thought that counts anyways, right?” he said as he revealed the contents of the box. Inside were two simple lanyards, nothing fancy and printed across the small plastic card on each of them were the letters VIP in red.

“Uh, okay? I’ll be honest, Charlie, I’m lost.”

Trying to do my best to hold in my excitement, I slowly explained. “So, my boss was asking around the office for someone to take on a big assignment, but he was being very hush hush about what exactly it was and no one wanted to volunteer for the mystery piece except me. He told me that he was glad I spoke up and had been really proud of the work I was doing and told me about the assignment. The bad news, I’m gonna be gone for a week, and I actually leave in just over a month,” I said, noticing the sad frown that crept on to Andrew’s face before I continued. “The good news is, I asked if I could bring along my husband and was told you can come too.”

“Ok…that’s great boy, but I don’t understand. I’m just supposed to sit at the hotel all day while you do your reporting?

“Oh, god no, there’s no hotel where were going.”

At this point he was clearly getting a bit annoyed, “Well then where the hell are we staying?”

“Well, I think we’ll have a private trailer, at least that’s what my editor told me.”

“A trailer? And you’re okay with that?”

“Well, I think I’ll be okay considering the view we’ll have. I hear Iceland is really beautiful this time of year.”

“Charlie, what the fuck? Really, no more games.”

“Oh, right, I forgot to tell you. I’m writing a piece about the newest show in this really cool, like, not super well-known series. I can’t quite recall what it’s called though…Something about a War in the Stars. Ever heard of anything like that?”

There was a solid, minute long pause as Andrew sat there, every emotion running across his face in the short span of time it took before he threw his hands around me in a quick hug. He then launched into his usual nerd fueled dialogue, as I calmed him down for a second and continued on. “So, apparently the director for the newest show is actually a big fan of our paper and approached us about writing a piece about what it takes to make a tv show after a pandemic and all of the hard work they’ve been putting in to make everything look and feel right, and he thought our small team would be great to get an inside scoop. So, I get into contact with the guy and had a really fun talk about the legacy of the films and how we both love the genre, but then I told him all about my absolute geek of a husband and how he really was the one who opened my eyes up to all of this stuff. Then he’s telling me how he’s been so excited as his son recently married his long-time boyfriend and he’s super happy for them and the next thing I know, he told me that my lovely husband is welcome to join me on the trip.”

“Holy fuck, that’s amazing!” Andrew shouted, rocking back and forth with excitement.

“Oh, I know. So…do you like it?”

I never did get real answer to the that question as I was suddenly overtaken by the large body of my bear-like husband. I felt his lips on mine in an instant, as I was quickly smooshed into the couch cushions, his large beard meeting my stubble creating an amazing amount of friction that sent shocks of pleasure running down my body. Andrew reached down and shoved his hands down my thin shorts, giving my cock a squeeze as it quickly came to life. He moved his arms up, placing my head under his sweaty pits, knowing exactly what his musk does to me. It only took seconds before I was writhing underneath him, overloaded with every sensation.

I was about to warn him that I was gonna cum, when he suddenly stopped his stroking, took his hands out of my pants, and moved off my chest. As I lay there panting, he looked down at me, a look of hunger in his eyes as he said, “Now, boy, it’s time for your present.” He wandered off, back towards our bedroom and I followed. I’d just walked in the door as I heard the door to our closet close.

“You okay in there, daddy? I thought we were gonna have some fun…” I said, my voice trailing off with a bit of disappointment.

“Patience son, patience,” he called from behind the closed door. He’d been in there for a few minutes when I heard a quiet grunt, and was about to get up to see if he was okay when the door swung open. Andrew stood before me, fully kitted up in an outfit of leather, like a Tom of Finland drawing come to life. He wore a tight leather shirt, piped with red around the edges and pockets over his bulging pecs, giving him a distinct police officer look, which was only enhanced by the leather biker hat and reflective aviator glasses he now wore. His working chinos had been replaced with a set of leather chaps and a leather jockstrap combo, the small seam between his legs and crotch offering a mouthwatering view of the hairy body underneath. He walked forward, a swagger and confidence to his steps that was as new as the pair of thick, leather biker boots he now sported.

“What, boy? Nothing to say to your handsome leather daddy?”

I could hear the lust in his voice, as his usual upbeat tone had been replaced with this low, almost guttural rasp. The sound immediately brought my cock to attention, but I was still too lost in the amazing outfit presented by my husband to respond.

“Huh, still not talkin’. Well, if I can’t get a damn compliment, maybe I’ll have to force it out of you,” he said, striding closer. “Turn around, son.”

I dutifully obeyed, knees and hands on the bed as I moved my body around and gave him full access to my ass. At this point I was shaking from excitement, my cock leaking in my shorts as I waited for whatever Andrew had planned. A second later, I felt his meaty hand caress my cheeks, rubbing a small circle over them. “Well, this is nice, but these are gonna have to go. They’re just in the way,” he said, quickly sliding my shorts down and off my legs before moving up and having my shirt join them.

“Fuck, boy, that’s a pretty sight,” he said, as he looked down upon me in just my tight pair of white briefs. “And this is all for me, right son? I’ve told you before. This ass belongs to me.”

“Yes, daddy, it’s all yours,” I moaned back, before yelping in surprise at the hard thwap that echoed around the room as he gave my cheek a hard slap. I felt him move a hand down my briefs, finding the small hole that had grown in the pair, right over my taint. I’d just liked how they felt and never threw them out, but I felt a bit embarrassed now at Andrew’s discovery.

“Hmph, I help my boy pick out nice things and this is how he treats them?” he said, rubbing a finger down my taint as he taunted me. I was enjoying the light, ticklish feeling as he drew away and was about to ask why he’d stopped when I felt a deep pain sear across my cheeks as Andrew had given me a hard slap.

“Boy, if you can’t take care of your things, you’re gonna be punished,” he said, before giving me another slap. This went on for another minute, as he repeatedly struck each check, causing a warm, stinging sensation to glow around my ass. “And if this is how you treat the things I get you, well, you might as well not wear them at all, right boy?”

“Yes sir, I’m so sorry daddy,” I said, not knowing what would happen next. I felt him dig into the hole underneath the underwear once more, using a finger from each hand to pull the fabric apart. The ripping sound echoed around the bedroom and I felt the cool air hit my cheeks, offering little comfort to the lingering pain from Andrew spanking me.

I felt him reach around the front of me, the front of my underwear doing nothing to hold my dripping cock in place now that the entire back half of the briefs were destroyed. He gripped my nuts in one hand and slowly stroked me with the other.

“You know boy, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like getting in trouble with me, hmm?” he said, the words barely registered for me as I was nearly zoned out from pure bliss at experiencing this new, dominant side of my husband.

“And what if I did, daddy? Would you punish me more, sir?” I asked, the words just a quiet whimper.

“Of course, son. Daddy will always be here for you. But I gotta tell you, it’s been a long day and right now, all I want to do is fuck you hard and watch your tiny cock cum for me. Think you can handle that, boy?”

“Yes daddy, I need your hard cock, please…” I said, begging at this point. I surprised myself at how pathetic it sounded, realizing just how badly I needed him to fuck me. Luckily, he obliged.

Andrew leaned his head down and slowly licked at my hole, moving his tongue in and out, as he loosened me up just a bit. I felt him pry my cheeks apart and spit right on my hole, using his thick fingers to smear his saliva around me before he pulled his hand away and placed it on my shoulder. I couldn’t see him, but I heard the snaps come off the pouch of his leather jock before he lined up the head of his thick cock with my hole and pushed in, far rougher than ever before. It only took a second before I gave a yell at the sudden, vibrant burst of pain that radiated out from my ass. It quickly went away as I felt Andrew give a squeeze to my shoulder, reminding me of his presence.

I felt his cock make its way completely inside me, his thick bush flattening against me as he leaned forward, thrusting even deeper into my ass. He moved his body away, pulling away the hefty weight of his stomach from my back before slamming in once more, setting up this intense, brutal pace that soon had me writhing in pleasure, unable to speak.

“Fuck yeah, son, take my cock. Moan for daddy! Louder,” he continued to yell as he filled me up with his hard cock. I could already feel the tightening in my balls and gave in to his demands, moaning out incoherently as I gave in to the blissful feeling of him fucking me senseless. Shot after shot of cum came out of my cock, helped by the forceful presence of Andrew’s cock pressing in on my prostate, sending out a thrum of warmth from the center of my ass.

Andrew was laughing at this point, “Look at that, my boy couldn’t hold back any more, could he, hmm? His little cock got too excited by daddy pounding his ass, huh?”

He continued his fuck before I felt him tensing up too, and I knew I was in for a heavy load from his cock as he gave one final thrust before letting go. I felt the warm cum shoot far up my hole, filling me up as he groaned loudly, this animalistic growl that echoed around out room before he slumped forward. As he flopped to the side, I heard a faint popping sound, as his cock left my hole, bringing with it a flood of cum that oozed down my ass before I felt my legs give away as well. Following Andrew’s lead, I collapsed into the bed, rolling over to face him.

Gazing at my husband through slightly glazed over eyes, I gently reached up and took the sunglasses off his face. His green eyes met mine, filled with love and tenderness as he spoke in his normal, kind voice.

“Well, how’d I do, sport?”

I cracked a smile, “Sir, that was fucking amazing. I really thought I was gonna have to use the safe word there for a minute, but you just felt so good.”

He reached out and put his hand on my cheek, his thumb moving just over my cheek bone. “And I didn’t overdo it with the dirty talk? I was afraid I was being too mean, especially about your size…” he said, a bit of worry flicking across his face.

“God no, it was great. And honestly, it kind of made it hotter. I know you like my cock, but something about you pointing out the difference just made me shoot even harder,” I said, laughing a bit.

He gave a low groan, “Mmm…I’ll have to remember that for next time, boy.”

As I lay there, just thinking about how amazing it was to have found such an incredible man, I thought about our last two years. Everything I had in my life was perfect as I gazed up at Andrew and felt a smile draw across my face.

“What is it, kiddo?”

“It’s funny. I always thought that I’d just gotten lucky when I’d moved back home and you happened to come back into my life, but I now realize I was wrong,” I said, giving him a small kiss before continuing. “I was never truly home until I’d found you. I love you, Andrew.”

“And I love you too, Charlie. Welcome home.”