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muscledrain

This story is so good I savor every chapter. Thank you.

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Andyman686

I hope not. His partner has been so supportive. I don't think he will be that shallow.

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muscledrain

I don't think he will dump him. I think he might power trip a little and go a little too overboard and his partner and he will have to have a talk about his expectations versus reality. It sounds like he's into it, but at the same time maybe feeling like the scale is being tipped one way in terms of their relationship. Does he want to be a sub in their relationship altogether? Does he want to give Patrick all the power and decision making ability in their relationship? They haven't really had that discussion yet so it will be interested to see how it goes.

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Chapter 24

 

Patrick did indeed frame his blown out sneakers. He bought a shadow box frame, and even a little plaque that he had inscribed to say “Size 8 Blown Out Feb-13-2016 New Size 12.5”. Yes, my guy was a dork… and increasingly big dork. I got lost in contemplation of how much bigger he could get over the course of his treatment. He’d already blown past every other participant’s results. Would he stall out? Would he grow taller than me? My thoughts were interrupted as Patrick paused from packing his suit case to ask me a question.

 

“Aaron, have you seen the charger for my Nintendo DS? I’ve got a long flight so I’ll have plenty of time to play Pokemon.”

 

“Have you checked your laptop bag? That’s where you always keep your chargers.” Patrick hurried over to laptop bag, which he had set on his desk chair. After a couple seconds of rummaging, he smiled.

 

“Sweet, here it is. Thanks babe.” He finished packing.

 

“So how long are you going to be gone this trip?” I asked.

 

“Unfortunately this one is probably going to take a full month. After I get everything set up they want me to train each office separately, starting with London.”

 

“Is that going to mess with your gym routine?” I asked. I knew how important it had become to him, and was concerned that without it he’d feel he wasn’t maximizing his opportunity.

 

“Oh… Cody’s going with me.” Patrick said nonchalantly. “He’s going to cook for me and train me every day.” I was shocked.

 

“Wait… what? Cody’s going with you? Doesn’t he have other clients? Isn’t that going to cost a fortune?”

 

Patrick looked at me like I was a dumb kid. “Aaron, yes Cody is going with me. His other clients are being covered by other trainers at the gym while he’s away. I don’t know how much it’s costing because Doctor Stephens is paying for it. I tried to tell him that I could manage, but he insisted.”

 

“Wow. That’s… actually kind of awesome.” A few seconds later I added, “Cody is straight, right?”

 

That got a laugh out of Patrick. “Yes, Cody is as straight as they come. Otherwise I don’t think his fiancé would let him go on this trip.” His expression suddenly changed. “Speaking of which…”

 

He went back to his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled out a Nintendo DS box and came back over to me, beaming. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

 

“Thank you, you’ll have to teach me how to use it though,” I laughed and gave him a kiss.

 

“Go ahead, open it up,” he encouraged me.

 

I opened the box. There wasn’t a Nintendo DS in there. Instead, there was another box. A ring box. I got goosebumps, I had to blink a few times because tears were coming to my eyes. I barely registered as Patrick reached over and gently plucked the small black box out of the larger white one and went to one knee. He opened that little box, as I dropped the white one.

 

“Aaron Jeremy O’Connell, will you marry me?”

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hardmuscl4life

Well done that.

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musclepuppi

God this is adorable. Can this be adapted to a graphic novel? It's really cute

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Chapter 25

 

I stood there unable to speak for what seemed like an eternity. Long enough that Patrick’s beaming smile began to fade, replaced by a look of worry. He started to stand up.

 

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer now” he started, “I just… you’re so perfect and you love me for me and you’re supportive of all my weirdness.” He was almost in tears. “You can say no.” His voice faltered. “I’ll still love you.” The dam broke and tears began flowing down his face. It killed me seeing his heart break. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream… I just couldn’t find my voice. Patrick lowered his eyes to the floor and began to walk away. As he took a step back I finally got my act together.

 

“Y-y-y-yes,” I managed. “Yes I’ll marry you! Of course I’ll marry you! I love you Patrick!” He lifted his head back up and looked me in the eyes. His eyes, which a moment before had be dull and dark, quickly began to light up again as though clouds were parting to let sunlight break through.

 

“Really? You’re sure?” he asked tentatively. I nodded, and I’m sure I was grinning like a Cheshire cat. His smile surpassed mine as he quickly took a step towards me, bent his knees slightly, and picked me up seemingly without effort. His hands didn’t stay right below my glutes for long though. He took two more steps before falling forward with me onto the bed. We were making out like men possessed by teenagers who had five minutes to fuck before they’d get caught.

After several minutes of making out, Patrick started making his way down my body. Kissing every inch of skin he could find. After every few kisses he’d say softly either “thank you” or “I love you”. He’d also now and then mumble something about being there for me and taking care of me and who knows what. I couldn’t make out his exact words because he couldn’t keep his lips off my skin long enough to formulate more than three syllables at a time.

 

I was trying to kiss him too, but whenever I’d move too much he’d grab my wrists or shoulder and push me back down. He was getting strong. I found it incredibly erotic. I tried resisting, and it took nearly all my strength to get him to budge a few inches. This served to turn him on more as he redoubled his efforts, pinning my taller frame to the bed as he surveyed my body with his lips.

 

He started trying to take my shirt off, so I went to sit up to help with the effort. Apparently it was taking too long, because without thinking about it Patrick grabbed both sides of my color and ripped my v-neck t-shirt in down the center. I didn’t have time to process that before his tongue was on my right nipple.

 

He didn’t spend much time there. He instead worked his way quickly down to my groin, kissing and rubbing my cock through the fabric of my jeans. He jerked my button fly open. As he did I was admiring his arms. He had nice horseshoe triceps now, and his shirt seemed to be digging into his biceps. I raised my ass so he could lower my pants and briefs, and as he gave them a tug his biceps swelled from the sudden effort and his sleeves both popped in unison.

The feeling of his sleeves ripping distracted Patrick. He stood up quickly and stared at his right arm. He raised his arm up and flexed. “Fuck,” he blurted out. “I didn’t realize this was one of my older shirts. No wonder it felt so tight.” He brought his other arm up and flexed while grinning at me. “You’re sure you’re ready to be mine forever?” He asked in as cocky a voice as he could. I glanced from his eyes to his arms to his torso and down. As my eyes passed by his cock I realized he was practically pissing pre-cum in his jeans.

 

“Fuck yes, sir, I’m yours!” I fired back.

 

“Good.” Patrick tried snarling, but he was in too good a mood to pull it off effectively. He focused back on his arms. “I wonder…” Still flexing he pulled his arms in towards his abdomen leaning forward slightly as he did so. He took a deep breath and as he exhaled I could see the veins in his neck pop as he pushed himself to flex as hard as he could. I heard a tearing sound much like when he had ripped my shirt a few minutes ago. “Yessssss!” he hissed. He straightened back up and reached his right arm up to his collar and gave a light tug. His shirt fell away from his body, the back was torn down the center until almost the base.

 

He reached both arms inside what was left of his shirt and finished the job. He then quickly shucked his jeans and briefs and then placed his body as mine as he went to kiss me. His cock quickly drowned mine in pre-jizz, which I took advantage of by dry humping his body. I don’t know if it counts as dry humping if it’s soaking wet, whatever. It turned Patrick on too, and that’s what mattered.

 

After just a few seconds of this, he pulled back with a strangely confused look on his face. He rolled to his side and pulled me with him. Reaching down, he grasped both of our dicks and pushed them side by side. He did a double take. He went still as stone and stared transfixed at our appendages.

 

I glanced down thinking maybe something was wrong. Our cocks stood erect side by side, nearly identical. His dick was only a half to three quarters of an inch shorter than mine, but it was every bit as thick. His nuts were clearly larger though.

 

“I’m almost bigger than you,” he whispered, shocked. “FUCK YEAH I’M ALMOST BIGGER THAN YOU!”

 

His next move was like lightning. I still can’t think of the specifics, but somehow he managed to flip me over and position his cock at my hole in one deft move. I felt his cock pulse and it was like he had spat out a glassful of lube directly on my asshole. He grabbed me by the hips and buried himself in halfway to the hilt before I could react. I let out a shout. Fuck it hurt. I reached back to try to push his thighs back a bit but that only seemed to encourage him. I managed to come up off his cock about two inches before he reasserted himself and knocked my hands away and drove himself back into me. On this second thrust I felt his short pubes hit my ass. I tried to tell him to stop but all that came out was “Augh”.

He gave another push trying to get as much of his cock in me as he possible could when I felt him hit that spot again. My ass was already on fire and this added pain to discomfort, or more accurately discomfort to pain. I let out another involuntary shout and he pushed my face down into the pillow, muffling my screams.

 

He rutted me. He pounded me. He fucking pulverized my asshole. After several minutes the pain let up a bit. I could feel his sweat drip down on me as he began pulling all the way out and then slamming his cock home. I could feel that I had come, but I couldn’t tell when. All I could really focus on was the large cock that was making itself space in my battered hole.

 

Patrick’s breathing became labored. I didn’t think it possible but he began pounding me harder. My ass couldn’t put up resistance anymore. I felt like I could land a Boeing jet in what was now my cavernous asshole. Patrick let out loud moan that ended like a roar and his cock began to spasm in my butt, filling me with his juice.

 

He kept fucking me slowly while he came, pulling out an inch and then forcing his cum further up my chute. I felt pressure like I was douching too deep. Yet still the cum kept flowing. He began to pull out more. Every couple of squirts from his cock he’d pull out another inch. Until finally he instructed to squeeze my asshole as he pulled out. I tried, desperately really, but my asshole just didn’t have the strength. Instead his jizz came pouring out of my asshole like a river from a spring. At some point I remember asking myself if my ass was ever going to stop leaking spunk. After what seemed like an eternity it finally stopped.

 

Patrick went to grab a couple towels to clean up as I lay there trying to recuperate. As I laid there on my stomach, he took a towel and began cleaning his load off of my bum. He noticed that there was a lot of pink and red mixed with the milky white of his fluids.

 

“Oh my god did I hurt you?” he asked worriedly. I must have given him a look like he was stupid.

 

“Yes that hurt. It hurt a lot.” I said. “At first. It eased up a bit after a while but you’ve got to remember you’re not fucking small anymore.” His cock twitched at that. “Truth is, you’ve got just about the largest dick I’ve ever taken now. It’s not easy to take.”

 

“But, but… you fuck me and I can take it.” He countered, visibly shaken.

 

“Yes, hon…but your insides are a bit different than mine. Plus, when we first met there was no way I was going to be able to deep dick you on the first or second thrust without putting you in the goddamn hospital. It took time to open you up.”

Patrick began apologizing profusely. He was saying how bad a person he was, how I deserved better, that he was sorry, and that he would understand if I wanted to break up with him for being a selfish asshole. He went on about how he never wants to hurt me, on and on. Finally I interrupted him.

 

“Babe, it’s ok. Calm down. Don’t be upset. It’s no big deal. Just in the future, let’s come up with some sort of safe word that I can use if I need to stop or slow down, ok?” Patrick glanced at me for a second and then gave me a big hug.

“Your safe word is Zhaitan” he whispered in my ear. I laughed.

 

“By the way, where did we drop my ring?”

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muscledrain

I think I can safely say this is one of my favorite stories of all time now. Your sex scenes keep getting better and better. I love both Patrick and Aaron. The best part is Patrick is still his dorky self, and hasn't changed his personality, but he's just coping with the dom that he always was and the form that is now taking. I love the little things about his personality that shine through, the apologizing near the end really humanizes him and it's great how that side of him exists simultaneously with the sex god he's become.

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