“Just breathe, Javi. You’re doing so well; my tip is in already. You okay?”
Daniel’s muscular, 6’4” frame is tense on top of his much smaller husband, Javier. He’s maintained the lean tone from his Division I college rowing days, but now at 38 years old, he’s packed on more muscle since shifting from a heavy cardio-based sport to a disciplined, pre-office weightlifting routine.
“Danny, you’re so big. Babe, it hurts...” Javier mutters as he tries to take the blonde man's full length.
Javier, on the other hand, makes the couple’s size difference quite noticeable, standing at 5’4” with a slender build maintained by running and yoga. The two met at a gay bar in Chicago on Javier’s 18th birthday. Daniel was on a date with another Latino guy he was casually seeing at the time when he first saw Javier.
[10 years ago]
Daniel’s eyes scanned the bar. There was a cute, 5’7” twenty-something Latino boy in front of him, but Daniel couldn’t help but notice the extreme arousal straining his own jeans. Just an hour or so before, the two had been in Daniel’s bed attempting to fuck. The boy had struggled to fit Daniel's full length, which was not a new problem.
At nearly ten inches with thick girth, Daniel was the textbook definition of "big." At his height, he thought he would be a bottom’s dream man, but it turned out the boys in Chicago he found attractive weren't always capable of taking him easily. Daniel had a type he couldn’t help being drawn to: a smaller frame, a brown boy, and a nice bubble butt.
“You should go talk to him,” Daniel overheard from a table behind him. He turned around, trying to play it off casually as if searching for the restroom, which he knew was directly behind him. The boy in front of him was engrossed in his phone and was none the wiser.
Daniel spotted a table of three: two girls and a very petite boy who looked especially sexy. The boy was in all white—a tank top and what looked to be shorts of some sort. His curly, jet-black hair framed his face perfectly.
The two made eye contact, and the smaller boy smiled and waved. Daniel threw him a smirk, and the boy immediately blushed. Maintaining eye contact, the boy stood up and made a beeline for the bathroom.
“Fuck,” Daniel whispered to himself. The boy was indeed wearing white denim shorts thin enough to see through. Daniel’s cock throbbed as he watched the shorts frame a bubble butt, the thin material revealing a red thong for his viewing pleasure.
“I’ll be right back, cutie. I’ve gotta take a piss,” Daniel told his date. He was leaking already, and he desperately needed a release.
[Present Day]
Javier continues to struggle to fit his husband past the tip. Having landed only a few hours ago, Javier's job as a flight attendant keeps him away anywhere from three days to a week at a time. It doesn't help that they don't have regular sex as often as they used to. Plus, being so much smaller than his blonde partner makes it a challenge to begin with.
“Fuck, babe. It hurts so much, please stop.”
Daniel relents. After being together for nearly ten years, he has gotten used to this. With their busy schedules and the passage of time, he understands that not every night can feel like their first few times when they were so horny that everything just seemed to work... and fit.
Daniel has a thought and smirks. “Javi, be a good boy and put on your sexy little red thong for me.”
Javier looks back, confused, as his husband pulls away. Daniel stands in front of their bedroom mirror and starts stroking himself back to full attention.
“I haven’t worn that since the day we met, babe. I haven’t seen this commanding side of you in a while, but... yes, sir,” Javier chuckles, doing as he’s told. He returns wearing the red thong.
“Turn around,” Daniel says sternly. Javier is right—it’s been a while since Daniel fully tapped into his dominant side, but thinking about their first night is bringing out a side of him he’d forgotten.
His husband turns around, and like a raging bull, the sight of that brown bubble butt in the tight red thong has Daniel seeing red.
“Get on your knees in front of this mirror, boy.”
“Fuck, yes sir.” Javier is shocked by how turned on he is.
“Remember when you first got on your knees for me?”
“Yeah. I’d just turned 18 and you were all over me in that bathroom.”
Daniel closes his eyes and the memory returns vividly. “You were such a naughty boy that night. Seducing a man nearly ten years older than you with that tight little body. Your cute mouth wrapped around me.”
Javier gags as Daniel thrusts deep. Daniel instinctively grabs the back of Javier’s head, black curls greeting his fingers as he shoves himself in and out faster. The smaller man mutters something, but Daniel ignores it, focused on the vision in the mirror: the flexed muscles and the red thong revealing a hairless, pink hole.
“Fuck, boy. I’m close,” Daniel groans. “You want to take this load, slut?”
Inaudible mutters continue as Daniel furiously pumps.
“Yeah, take it like a good little slut.” The taller man jerks forward, holding the boy’s head tightly as he pushes himself all the way in. He convulses. “Take it, boy. Fuuuuck.”
Steam fogs up the bathroom as Javier rinses off. Daniel is already clean, a towel around his waist as he gargles mouthwash.
“Babe, that was the biggest load you’ve blown in a while,” Javier says, turning off the shower.
Daniel spits out the mouthwash. “Yeah, I don’t know what came over me. Must be that red thong making me feel some type of way.”
“Oh, by the way, don’t forget we have to pick up Luca at the airport in a few.”
“Shit! I totally forgot your brother is coming into town today.” The two rarely talk about family; both are distant from their parents. However, Javier’s brother lives in LA and is considering a move to Chicago to help open a new Equinox gym.
“Yeah. Funny enough, I haven’t seen him since my 18th birthday. It was his idea to go bar hopping that night, but he kind of disappeared on me and our friends. Said he was hooking up with some guy in an open relationship,” Javier recounts. “He’s always bopping around and is hard to get a hold of, but we started texting more because of this gig. I bet he’ll hate it here; he loves the WeHo scene.”
“I’m excited to meet him! As an only child, I think it’s good that you’re reconnecting,” Daniel smiles, leaning down to kiss his husband. “It’s crazy that you have a twin who is also gay. I bet you two were close growing up.”
“It felt like we did everything together when we were younger, but he started doing his own thing right after high school. He got into UCLA and I haven't seen him since. It’ll be nice to catch up. He’s more outgoing than me—he used to be so boy-crazy—but he’s generally fun!”
“You’ve never shown me any pictures of you two,” Daniel says.
“I was never one for photos, babe. Luca has them all on his phone. He’s much more into social media than us humble Midwesterners.” Javier finishes dressing and heads to the kitchen for the keys.
“Doesn’t matter to me. Your family is my family. As you say, mi casa, su casa.”
“I mean, you’ve seen me. He’s technically the younger twin, but he looks just like me. It’s kinda crazy—like looking in the mirror.”
