Over time, Rex and I got tight, texting each other almost every day about random shit and flirty stuff. It was almost like a game, the way we’d tease each other—“Thinking about you, bro,” he’d send, and I’d fire back with something like, “You’d better be, muscle man.” It was playful, but there was this undercurrent of something more. Something that made my chest tighten and my stomach flip every time his name popped up on my screen. Rex began igniting my mornings with a cheerful text “Good morning, handsome.” When his words blazed across my phone screen, it instantly kindled a rush of joy that swept through me, transforming my mood into a passionate burst of happiness.
Whenever he got the chance, he’d come by our place, and we’d all dive into some mind-blowing group sex—Rex, me, Malik, and dad, turning the house into a sweaty, grunting playground. When Rex was with us, I’d go all out to treat him right, wanting to make him feel like a king. I’d suck his cock slow and deep, ride him hard, or let him fuck me however he wanted, just to see that grin spread across his face, knowing I was giving him every ounce of pleasure I could muster.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him, even when I was balls-deep in threesomes with Malik and dad at home. Those nights were wild, primal, and filled with raw energy, but my mind would wander to Rex—his laugh, his hands, the way he’d look at me like he saw something no one else did. It scared me a little. Was I catching real feelings for him? The idea freaked me out because I didn’t know if he felt the same way. Was this just a fling for him? Or was there something deeper?
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Then came February, and with it, Valentine’s Day. Dad and Malik were buzzing about their romantic dinner date, and I was genuinely happy for them. They were crazily in love, and it was beautiful to see. But it also meant I’d be home alone that night.
Rex, knowing I’d be by myself, hit me up. “Hey, Adam,” he texted. “Got plans for Valentine’s? If not, come over. We’ll keep it chill.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Chill sounds good,” I replied, trying to play it cool even though my heart was already racing.
When I got to his apartment, I was blown away. He’d cooked a full-on meal—steak, mashed potatoes, roasted veggies—and set up a candlelit dinner just for us. The table was decorated with roses, and soft music played in the background. My jaw dropped. “Rex, what the hell is this?” I asked, half-laughing, half-stunned.
He grinned, and his crooked smile made my knees weak. “Can’t I do something nice for my guy?”
My guy. Those two words sent a shiver down my spine.
We sat down, ate, and talked—about work, about life, about nothing and everything. But there was this tension in the air, thick and electric. Every time our eyes met, it felt like we were both thinking the same thing but too scared to say it.
After we finished eating, Rex grabbed the plates and headed to the kitchen. I followed him, leaning against the counter as he washed up. “You didn’t have to do all that,” I said softly.
He turned to me, his hands still wet, and stepped closer. “I wanted to,” he said, his voice low. “I wanted to do something special for you.”
And then he kissed me—not on the lips, but on the chin, soft and slow. Then my forehead, his lips lingering there like he was savouring the moment. Finally, he cupped my face in his hands and pressed his mouth to mine. It was tender at first, exploratory, but it quickly deepened, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling.
We pulled away eventually, both of us a little dazed. Rex rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. “Adam,” he whispered.
“Yeah?” My voice was shaky, barely audible.
He opened his eyes, locking gazes with me. “I love you,” he said, his voice serious, unwavering.
I blinked, stunned. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it might burst out of my chest. “Rex, I ....” I stammered, my brain short-circuiting. “Yes, I’m in love with you, Adam..” He declared his love for me again. I smiled at how awkward it sounded. I finally managed, and my voice was shaking, “I love you too, Rex.”
Rex’s face lit up with a wide, radiant grin, his dark eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and desire. We wrapped our arms around each other, pulling close in a warm, lingering embrace that stretched on for several tender minutes, our bodies pressed tight, hearts thudding against one another. Even as we stood there, wrapped in the heat of the moment, he murmured softly against my ear, “I don't know when I started to have feelings for you babe. It just happened," his voice a deep, velvety whisper that sent shivers down my spine, reaffirming his feelings with a quiet intensity. “I love you Rex,” my voice soft but firm now, mirroring his affection with my own heartfelt declaration. Then I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I added, “Rex, I knew I had started to have feelings for you for some time now, but I was afraid to tell you—scared you might not feel the same.” My words hung in the air, vulnerable and raw, and I felt a weight lift as I finally let them out. His steady grip tightened slightly in response, reassuring me without words.
Then, he drew me into another kiss—this one deeper, fiercer, a slow dance of lips and tongues that ignited every nerve, his breath mingling with mine in a way that felt electric. After what felt like an eternity of kissing, he swept me up into his strong arms effortlessly, cradling me like I was weightless, his muscles flexing beneath his shirt as he carried me to his bedroom.
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He laid me down on the bed and started peeling off my clothes, one piece at a time. His hands were gentle but hungry like he couldn’t get enough of me. When I was completely naked, he did the same to himself, stripping down to reveal that muscular dark body I’d admired so many times.
He climbed onto the bed, hovering over me, and kissed me again, his lips moving down my neck, my chest, and my stomach. He took his time, savouring my body and skin, and when he reached my cock, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked me deep.
“Fuck, Rex,” I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets. He was good at this—so good—but tonight it felt different. More intimate. Like he wasn’t just trying to get me off; he was worshiping me.
When he pulled away, I was panting, my cock throbbing, every nerve alight with desire. “I want to taste yours,” I breathed, my voice thick with yearning, a plea from the depths of my longing. He didn't let me move. Instead, he shifted, settling onto my chest, his weight a comforting press as he offered his already hard cock to my eager lips. After he sat on my chest, I took him in, sucking with slow passionate movements, my tongue tracing every ridge, every vein, savouring the heat and the taste of him—salty, earthy, and musky. His balls, resting close to my face, released a faint musky scent that drifted to my nose, sending shivers cascading through my body, igniting a primal fire within me. That was Rex’s smell, his raw, unfiltered man scent, a fragrance that wrapped around my senses and drove me wild with adoration. I worshipped it, cherished every whiff, every note of his natural essence—his sweat, his skin, his hair, the very essence of him that I’d come to crave, a testament to everything about him that I loved so deeply and fiercely.
After his cock was released from my mouth, his eyes met my eyes, that smouldering gaze of his, and said, “I want to make love to you. The words sent a jolt through me. “Please,” I whispered, my voice cracking.
I raised my legs, and Rex positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs. Then, slowly, he pressed the tip of his cock against my hole. The first push was always the hardest, but Rex took his time, easing into me inch by inch. “You feel so good,” he whispered, leaning forward, his forehead pressed against mine.
When he was fully inside me, he stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust. Then he started to move, his hips rocking against mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm. It wasn’t rough or frantic like some of our previous encounters. This was different—slow, passionate, and full of emotion.
“I love you, my sunshine,” he said again, his voice raw with feeling. It brought a smile to my face. A few times, he called me sunshine in his good morning messages. To hear it from his mouth now, in person, sent a warm shiver down my spine.
“You are my sunshine too, and I love you,” I gasped, my breath catching as my hands found his handsome hairy chest, fingers sinking into the coarse, dark strands that adorned his muscular frame. I felt the warmth of his skin and the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my touch.
He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, our mouths moving in perfect harmony with the rhythm of our entwined bodies. Each thrust was a fervent declaration, a silent vow etched into my flesh, every moan a sacred promise whispered between us. His tongue danced with mine, tasting of desire and devotion. And at that moment, I’d never felt so utterly connected to anyone—our souls seemed to meld like we were two parts of the same whole, lost in the intimacy of our union.
Rex’s movements began slow and deliberate, each glide of his cock inside me stoked the fire building within. But after a while, his pace quickened, a hungry edge to his thrusts as he claimed me fully. Then his strong hand wrapped around my cock, gripping it with a possessive tenderness, and he started to jerk me off, his strokes matching the relentless pounding into my ass. The sensation was overwhelming as he gave my hole powerful thrusts—his thick manhood filling me and stretching me with every deep push, and also the friction of his palm against my dick. Because of the rigorous movements of his hands on my dick, I was getting closer to releasing my orgasm. When I finally came, it wasn’t a wild explosion; it was a quiet, intense surge, a tidal wave of pleasure that washed over me in a slow, all-consuming rush. My body trembled as my cum spilled over his hand, warm and slick, my chest heaving with silent gasps.
Rex followed moments later, his rhythm becoming faster as his body tensed above me. A low guttural groan escaped his lips. His body shuddered, his cock buried deep as he spilled into me. His hot seeds flooded my ass in pulsing waves, marking me with his essence. Our connection was sealed in the shared ecstasy of that intimate release. His arms tightened around me, holding me close as we enjoyed the aftershocks together, our breaths mingling in the stillness, the air thick with the scent of our love and sweat.
We stayed like that for a while, neither of us wanting to move. “I want to love you for the rest of my life,” Rex said, breaking the silence. “I want to be a part of your life, and I meant it, Adam.”
“I know, I want the same, sunshine” I said, smiling up at him. “Babe, please kiss me..”
He kissed me one more time, soft and lingering, his lips brushing mine with a tender warmth that felt like a quiet promise. It was a kiss that spoke of love and longing.
Then he gently pulled out his half-soft cock from my hole, a tender motion that left a lingering warmth. He laid down beside me, gathering me in his arms and holding me close. As the big spoon, his strong chest pressed against my back, his heartbeat steady and comforting, while I nestled into him as the little spoon, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace. His breath tickled my neck, a soft reminder of our intimacy and love. That night, I saw a new side to this rugged, muscular man—how he could be so tender and loving, blowing my mind with his passion.
“Please stay with me tonight,” he murmured into my ears.
“Yes, my babe.. I’d keep the night going forever.. if it meant staying wrapped up in you like this..” I replied, feeling safer and more loved than I ever had before.
