The gym thundered with the clank of iron and the grunts of exertion. Jax dominated the free-weight section like a king on his throne. At 6'4" and 260 pounds of pure, veined muscle, he was the undisputed alpha. His shoulders stretched every shirt to its limit, thick slabs of pectorals pressing against fabric that looked painted on. Arms like tree trunks flexed with each rep, biceps peaking at 22 inches, veins snaking down to forearms corded with power. His quads strained his gym shorts, massive pillars of muscle that made other guys step aside. His friends, equally jacked bros, laughed and spotted him, trading crude jokes about women and conquests. Jax played along, his deep voice booming, but inside, a wall stayed firm.
Years ago, in college, he'd trusted a guy. The encounter had been clumsy, intense, and ended in betrayal. Behind his back, mocking whispers and gossip. Jax’s bruised ego sent him retreating into the safety of the straight alpha facade. Since then, he'd buried that part of himself. No one knew. Not his lifting buddies. Not his family. Definitely not the women who occasionally warmed his bed but never touched his heart.
Then there was Ethan, his neighbor in the quiet apartment complex two doors down.
Ethan was the opposite of everything Jax projected: 5'8", maybe 145 pounds soaking wet, with narrow shoulders, a slim waist, and long, lean legs. He had messy dark hair, wire-rimmed glasses, and a perpetual look of mild distraction. He worked remotely as a freelance accountant, always in pressed khakis and button-down shirts that hung loosely on his slight frame. But those khakis... they hid nothing. Ethan's pronounced bulge was impossible to ignore. A thick, heavy outline that pressed against the fabric, shifting noticeably when he moved. It looked almost disproportionate on his skinny build, a constant, distracting presence that Jax had noticed the first time they'd passed each other in the hallway.
Their worlds collided over taxes.
Jax had fucked up his returns for the last three years, deductions missed, receipts lost in a shoebox, penalties piling up. In a moment of frustration after a brutal leg day, he'd knocked on Ethan's door. "Hey, man. You're the numbers guy, right? I need help before the IRS eats me alive."
Ethan had blinked, adjusted his glasses, and smiled shyly. "Sure. Come in."
That first evening, Jax sat on Ethan's couch—far too small for his massive frame while Ethan, sitting on the floor, spread documents across the coffee table. Jax's tank top clung to his sweat-dampened chest, nipples faintly visible through the thin material, his enormous arms resting on thighs thicker than Ethan's waist. Ethan leaned in close, explaining things in that soft, precise voice, his khakis tightening as he shifted on the floor. The bulge was right there, full and prominent, the fabric outlining the thick shaft and heavy balls beneath. Jax felt heat rush to his groin instantly. His own cock, already impressive at rest, thickened against his thigh, swelling into a full, throbbing boner that tented his gym shorts obscenely. He crossed his legs, trying to hide it, heart pounding.
It happened every time after that.
Twice a week, Jax found excuses to go over. Ethan would help untangle the mess. He was patient, brilliant, never judgmental. They'd drink coffee, talk about everything except the gym bros or Jax's fake dating stories. Ethan listened. Really listened. His slim fingers flew over the keyboard, his lean chest rising and falling under his shirt, that persistent bulge drawing Jax's eyes like a magnet. And every single time they were together, Jax got hard. Painfully, achingly hard. His massive cock would pulse to life, leaking pre-cum into his underwear, the head pushing insistently against whatever he wore. He'd shift, adjust, pray Ethan didn't notice the towering ridge running down his leg. But part of him wanted him to.
One night, after they'd finally submitted the amended returns, Jax lingered. The relief hit him hard. "I don't know how to thank you, man. Seriously. You're... different."
Ethan looked up from his laptop, cheeks faintly flushed. His glasses slipped down his nose. "Just helping a neighbor. You don't owe me anything." He stood, stretching, and that bulge shifted heavily in his khakis, the outline clear and inviting.
Jax's cock surged again, rock-hard and obvious in his sweatpants. He didn't hide it this time. The air between them thickened. "Ethan... I've been lying to everyone. Including myself." His voice was low, rough. "That shit from my past... it fucked me up. But you? You make me feel... safe. And so fucking turned on I can't think straight."
Ethan's eyes widened behind his glasses, dropping involuntarily to the massive erection straining Jax's pants. A small, surprised smile tugged at his lips. "I've noticed. Hard not to, with... that." His voice was soft, but there was heat in it. He stepped closer, his skinny frame looking delicate next to Jax's towering muscular bulk. One hand reached out, hesitantly brushing the ridge of Jax's cock through the fabric.
Jax groaned, a deep, guttural sound. He pulled Ethan against him, enveloping the smaller man in pure muscle—broad chest, thick arms wrapping around a narrow back. Ethan's bulge pressed firmly against Jax's thigh, hard now too. They kissed slowly at first, then desperately. Jax's hands explored the lean body beneath him, marveling at the contrast: his own power against Ethan's lithe form.
"I want this," Jax whispered against Ethan's neck. "All of it. With you."
Ethan's fingers traced the deep cuts of Jax's abs. "Then stop hiding, you big ape. I've got you."
From that night on, the alpha of the gym still lifted heavy and joked with his friends. But the secret was gone. At home, in the quiet apartment next door, the muscular giant melted for his nerdy neighbor. Jax getting hard at the mere sight of those khakis, falling deeper in love with every shared laugh, every gentle touch, every night spent tangled together. The past faded. The future felt strong, real, and finally his.
The weeks that followed blurred into something Jax had never known: real dating. Quiet dinners at home where Ethan cooked simple pasta and Jax brought flowers like a clumsy teenager. Movie nights where the massive muscleman curled around the skinny accountant on the couch, his head resting on Ethan’s narrow chest. Walks in the park where Jax’s huge hand engulfed Ethan’s smaller one. The gym bros noticed Jax smiling more, but he kept the truth close for now. With Ethan, the walls were gone.
One snowy night in mid-December, the city outside Ethan’s apartment was hushed under a thick blanket of white. Fat flakes drifted past the window, streetlights glowing soft gold. They’d shared a bottle of red wine, talking about everything and nothing, until the tension between them crackled like the fire in the small fireplace.
“I want you,” Jax murmured, voice rough with need as he pulled Ethan close on the couch. “All of you. Tonight.”
Ethan’s cheeks flushed, but he nodded, eyes bright behind his glasses. “Me too. Been thinking about it every time you come over.”
They moved to the bedroom, nervous laughter mixing with heavy breathing. Ethan’s apartment was modest—his bed was just a full-size, barely enough for Jax’s massive frame. They stood beside it, kissing deeply, hands trembling as they undressed each other.
Jax peeled off Ethan’s button-down first, revealing a smooth, lean chest with faint definition along his slim torso. Then the khakis slid down those narrow hips. Ethan’s cock sprang free. It was long, impressively thick, and already hard. It curved slightly upward, easily eight inches, with a flushed head and a prominent vein running along the shaft. On his skinny body it looked even bigger, heavy and swaying as he shifted. Jax stared in open awe.
“Fuck, Ethan…” Jax breathed, dropping to his knees without thinking. His huge hands settled on Ethan’s narrow waist. “You’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
He explored Ethan’s body with reverent touches, tracing the sharp lines of his hipbones, the flat stomach, the long, slender thighs. Ethan’s cock bobbed in front of his face. Jax leaned in, pressing soft kisses along the length before taking the head into his warm mouth. He sucked gently, savoring the taste, one hand stroking the base while the other caressed Ethan’s balls. Ethan moaned softly, fingers threading through Jax’s short hair.
They moved to the bed after a while, nervous giggles breaking out as they tried to fit Jax’s 6'4", 260-pound muscular bulk onto the mattress. Ethan’s single bed creaked under their combined weight. Naked, the contrast was striking: Jax’s body a landscape of thick, striated muscle, massive pecs, ridged eight-pack abs, tree-trunk thighs, and a heavy, girthy cock leaking against his abs. Ethan was all lean grace beside him, pale skin, that long cock standing proud and flushed.
They lay facing each other, kissing slowly, hands roaming. Jax couldn’t stop touching Ethan. His hands running palms over his smooth back, cupping his pert ass, then wrapping fingers around that long cock and stroking it lovingly.
“I want you inside me,” Jax whispered against Ethan’s lips, surprising even himself with how right it felt. “Please.”
Ethan’s eyes widened with tender desire. “Are you sure?”
Lube was fetched. Ethan prepared Jax carefully with gentle fingers, kissing his thick neck, his massive shoulders, and the deep valley between his pecs the whole time. When Jax was ready, trembling with anticipation and need, Ethan positioned himself between those powerful thighs.
He pushed in slowly. Jax groaned at the stretch. Ethan’s long cock sliding deep, filling him in a way nothing else ever had. The sensation was intense, intimate. Ethan’s slim hips rolled forward until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against Jax’s muscular ass.
They stayed like that for a long moment, foreheads touching, breathing each other in. Then Ethan began to move with slow, deep thrusts, romantic and unhurried. His long cock stroked perfectly inside Jax, hitting spots that made the big man whimper and clutch at Ethan’s narrow back.
“You feel incredible,” Ethan whispered, voice shaking with pleasure. He kissed Jax’s lips, then his jaw, then the thick cords of his neck. One hand traced the bulging muscles of Jax’s chest as he thrust.
Jax’s own massive cock was trapped between their bodies, leaking steadily, the head slick against his abs. Every thrust from Ethan made it throb harder. He wrapped his enormous arms around the smaller man, holding him close as they rocked together.
The pace gradually built. Ethan’s slender body moved with surprising stamina, driving that long cock in steady strokes. The bed creaked rhythmically. Jax’s deep moans filled the room, mixing with Ethan’s softer gasps. Snow continued falling outside, muffling the world, making their little cocoon even warmer.
“I’m close,” Ethan panted, glasses long since discarded.
“Come inside me,” Jax growled softly, pulling him deeper with strong hands on Ethan’s hips.
Ethan thrust a few more times, then buried himself fully, shuddering as he came with a quiet cry. Jax followed seconds later, his thick cock pulsing untouched between them, spraying both their stomachs with heavy ropes of cum.
They stayed joined for a long time afterward, kissing lazily, whispering sweet nothings. Ethan eventually pulled out gently and curled against Jax’s massive chest. The muscleman wrapped protective arms around his skinny lover, heart full in a way he’d never imagined possible.
Outside, the snow kept falling. Inside, the alpha had finally found home.
The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, turning the snowy world outside into a hazy glow. Jax lay sprawled across most of Ethan’s bed, his massive 260-pound frame taking up nearly every inch. Thick slabs of muscle rose and fell with his deep, contented breathing—broad chest, ridged abs, powerful arms still curled around the empty space where his lover had been.
Ethan had slipped away carefully, not wanting to wake the sleeping giant. He dressed quietly in fresh khakis and a sweater, smiling at the sight of Jax’s peaceful, powerful body. On the nightstand, he left a simple note:
Gone for coffees and bagels, handsome. Be back soon. ❤️ — Ethan
Jax woke around 10 a.m., reaching instinctively for the warm, lean body that should have been beside him. The bed was cold. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, his enormous shoulders flexing as he glanced around. The note made him smile at first—sweet, thoughtful Ethan. But when texts went unanswered and calls rolled straight to voicemail, that smile faded.
By noon, worry had settled heavy in his gut. The city outside was buried under nearly two feet of fresh snow, streets quiet and movement slow. Jax pulled on thermal layers, a hoodie that strained across his chest, and a thick jacket that barely contained his massive arms. He stepped out into the biting cold, snow crunching under his boots as he scanned the quiet streets. No sign of Ethan at their usual café. No answer at the bagel shop two blocks away.
Heart pounding, he opened the find-my-phone app on his own device. The dot blinked—several blocks away, off the main roads.
The city felt alien under the snow, drifts piled high against buildings. He followed the signal down narrower streets until it led him into a dim alley between old brick buildings. The wind howled faintly. There, half-buried in a drift against a dumpster, lay Ethan.
His skinny frame was curled awkwardly, glasses missing, face bruised and bloodied. One eye swollen shut, lip split, khakis torn at the knee and streaked with dirty snow. His wallet and phone were gone, but Jax later realized Ethan had been smart enough to toss the phone aside before they took everything, hoping it would lead someone to him.
“Ethan! NO! Baby!” Jax’s voice cracked. He dropped to his knees in the snow, massive hands gently brushing white flakes from Ethan’s pale, battered face. The contrast was heartbreaking: Jax’s huge, powerful body shielding the frail, beaten nerd. Ethan was unconscious but breathing. Jax scooped him up as if he weighed nothing, cradling the slim body against his broad chest, long legs dangling over one enormous forearm.
He ran through the snow like a man possessed, powerful legs pumping, breath pluming in the freezing air. “Hold on. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
At the emergency room, Jax burst through the doors. “Please help him! Someone—anyone!” Tears streamed down his rugged face as nurses and doctors rushed forward. They took Ethan from his arms, wheeling the gurney away. Jax stood there, snow melting off his massive shoulders, looking lost and helpless for the first time in his life.
They let him stay. All night.
Jax sat beside the hospital bed in the dim room, one enormous hand gently holding Ethan’s smaller, colder one. Monitors beeped softly. Bruises darkened Ethan’s narrow face and slim torso where they’d kicked him. Jax kept talking, voice low and raw, pouring his soul out to the unconscious man.
“I was so scared today… I thought I lost you. After everything. After I finally let myself love someone… You can’t leave me, Ethan. You’re the only person who’s ever seen the real me. Not the gym alpha. Not the fake shit I show everyone else. Just me. The guy who gets nervous around your smile and hard just hearing your voice. I love how smart you are. How kind. How that ridiculous bulge in your khakis still makes my brain short-circuit every single time.” A wet laugh escaped him. “I love your skinny legs tangled with mine. I love waking up next to you. Please wake up. I need you.”
He crawled into the narrow hospital bed sometime after 3 a.m., carefully shifting his massive muscular bulk so he didn’t disturb the IV lines. The bed groaned under his weight. Jax wrapped one thick arm protectively around Ethan’s lean waist, pulling the smaller man against the solid wall of his chest, sharing body heat and whispering promises into his messy hair until exhaustion finally claimed him.
Sunlight was creeping through the blinds again when Ethan stirred. His one good eye fluttered open, body aching, but warm. A mountain of muscle surrounded him—Jax’s huge arm draped over him, the big man’s peaceful, exhausted face pressed close, soft snores rumbling from that broad chest.
Ethan smiled weakly, tears pricking his swollen eyes. He squeezed the hand still holding his.
“I’m here,” he whispered hoarsely.
Jax’s eyes snapped open instantly. Relief flooded his face as he pulled Ethan closer, careful of every bruise, pressing gentle kisses to his forehead, his temple, anywhere that wasn’t hurt.
“I’ve got you,” Jax murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Always.”
Outside, the snow kept falling. Inside, the two of them—muscle and lean, alpha and nerd—held each other tighter than ever.
The next two days passed in a quiet haze of hospital routines. Ethan stayed for observation with concussion checks, IV fluids, and monitoring for any internal issues after the beating. Jax never left his side. He slept in the uncomfortable chair, then again in the bed once the nurses turned a blind eye. He fetched ice chips, fluffed pillows, and stared down anyone who looked at his skinny boyfriend the wrong way. His massive frame dominated the small room, muscles tense with protective energy.
By the afternoon of day two, Ethan was sitting up more comfortably, bruises fading from deep purple to mottled green and yellow across his narrow face and slim torso. A nurse had just left after the final checks.
“Jax,” Ethan said softly, a mischievous glint in his one un-swollen eye. “I’m okay. Really. But you… you need a shower. Not that I’m complaining about your ‘aura.’” He giggled, the sound light and breathless, wincing slightly at the pull on his split lip. “But you are leaning towards a real ape smell.” Ethan laughed until his bruises hurt.
Jax’s deep chuckle rumbled through his broad chest. He stood up, towering over the bed in his rumpled clothes, tank top stretched tight across his massive pecs and thick arms. “Aura, huh? That’s polite way of saying I smell like a gym locker room after three days.” He glanced at the door, then back at Ethan with darkening hunger. “Give me two minutes.”
He locked the door with a quiet click, then returned to the bed. The massive muscleman carefully pulled the thin blanket down, exposing Ethan’s hospital gown and the unmistakable tent forming beneath it. Ethan’s long cock was already stirring, that impressive length pushing against the fabric.
“You’ve been hard for me even like this?” Jax murmured, voice low and reverent. He eased the gown up and off, revealing Ethan’s lean, pale body. His narrow waist, slim hips, and that long, thick cock rising proudly from his groin, curving slightly upward, veins prominent along the shaft.
He started by kissing Ethan’s thighs, those long, slender legs that trembled under his touch. Soft, open-mouthed kisses trailed upward, deliberately avoiding the main prize. His huge hands caressed everywhere else tracing hipbones, the flat plane of Ethan’s stomach, the faint lines of his ribs. Only when Ethan was whimpering and leaking did Jax finally drag his tongue slowly up the entire length of that long cock, from balls to flushed tip.
“Jax… please…” Ethan breathed, fingers threading weakly into the big man’s short hair.
But Jax wasn’t rushing. For the next twenty minutes he teased mercilessly. He licked broad, wet stripes along the shaft. He suckled gently on the heavy balls, taking them one by one into his warm mouth while stroking the long cock with one enormous hand. He kissed the sensitive head, tonguing the slit to taste the steady flow of pre-cum, then pulled back to blow cool air across the wet skin. He edged Ethan right to the brink. Firm lips wrapped around the head, sucking intensely only to pull off completely and kiss his way down again, starting the cycle over.
Ethan’s slim body writhed on the hospital bed, hips bucking weakly as much as his aches would allow. His long cock throbbed angrily, flushed dark red, veins standing out. “You’re… evil,” he gasped with a shaky laugh.
Jax looked up from between those skinny thighs, his own massive erection straining his sweatpants, muscles flexed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “Want you to feel good. Want you to forget everything else for a while.”
He finally took Ethan fully into his mouth, slowly sinking down until his nose pressed against Ethan’s trimmed pubic hair, throat relaxing around the impressive length. Jax held there, swallowing and humming, the vibrations making Ethan moan. Then he began the real rhythm: long, wet, gliding strokes combined with tight suction. One hand gently massaged Ethan’s balls while the other stroked the base in perfect time with his bobbing head. He varied the pace from fast and sloppy, then agonizingly slow and deep, keeping Ethan right on the razor’s edge for what felt like forever.
Ethan’s breathing grew ragged. His narrow chest heaved. “Jax…I’m…I can’t hold it….”
Jax didn’t pull back. He took him even deeper, throat working, eyes locked on Ethan’s face with pure devotion.
Ethan came with a choked cry, his long cock pulsing hard. The first gigantic spurt shot straight down Jax’s throat, followed by another, and another. Thick, heavy ropes that kept coming in powerful waves. Jax swallowed greedily, not missing a drop, milking every last tremor from that beautiful cock with his tongue until Ethan was spent, trembling, and utterly boneless on the sheets.
Only then did Jax pull off, lips shiny, a satisfied smirk on his rugged face. He crawled up carefully and gathered Ethan’s lean body against his massive chest, holding him close.
“Better?” Jax whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Ethan’s forehead.
Ethan let out a shaky, blissed-out laugh. “I think my soul left my body for a second.” He nuzzled into the warm, muscular wall of Jax’s pecs. “Shower later. Stay here a little longer.”
Jax smiled, thick arms wrapping protectively around his man. “Not going anywhere.”
The summer sun bathed Jax’s grandmother’s sprawling garden in warm golden light. Wildflowers bloomed along white wooden arches, fairy lights strung through the trees, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of roses and fresh-cut grass. It was intimate, just close friends, a few gym buddies who had taken the news surprisingly well, Ethan’s coworkers, and what little family they each had.
Jax’s father at first took the news badly of his muscle-bound son marrying a man. But Ethan’s nerdy charm won him over. Jax’s father stood proud as his son and soon to be husband waked down the aisle.
Jax stood at the altar in a tailored black suit that fought valiantly against his massive physique. The jacket hugged his broad shoulders and thick chest, sleeves stretched tight over 22-inch biceps. Even dressed up, the alpha radiated power. His quads filling out the trousers, the fabric straining with every subtle shift of his weight.
Ethan was radiant and a little shy. His slim frame filled out a lighter gray suit beautifully. The jacket accentuated his narrow waist, while the trousers did nothing to hide the pronounced, heavy bulge that Jax had come to adore. Ethan’s messy hair was tamed for once, glasses polished, a soft smile on his face as he approached the man who had become his everything.
When they stood facing each other, hands clasped, Jax’s enormous paw gently engulfing Ethan’s slender fingers, the world seemed to quiet.
Grandma Eleanor, seated in the front row with a knowing twinkle in her eye, dabbed at her cheeks with a handkerchief. During her toast later, under strings of lights as the reception began, she raised her glass with a mischievous smile.
“I always knew Jaxson was a ‘special’ boy,” she said warmly, drawing soft laughter from the guests who understood the gentle emphasis. “Too gentle for all that bluster. Too big-hearted to hide forever. And when he brought Ethan home… well, I finally saw my grandson truly happy. To the most beautiful couple in this garden. May your love stay as strong as Jax’s muscles and as steady as Ethan’s brilliant mind.”
Jax laughed, a deep, emotional sound, pulling Ethan close against his massive chest and kissing the top of his head while the guests clapped.
That night, after dancing with Jax carefully lifting and spinning his lighter husband on the makeshift floor, they stole away to the guest cottage at the back of the property. The door had barely clicked shut before Jax had Ethan pressed against it, kissing him deeply.
“You looked so fucking good in that suit,” Jax growled against his lips, hands already working on Ethan’s tie. “That bulge has been driving me crazy since the ceremony.”
Ethan chuckled breathlessly, fingers tracing the hard ridges of Jax’s abs through his dress shirt. “You’re one to talk, mountain man. I could barely concentrate on my vows with you looking like a Greek god in tailored wool.”
They undressed each other slowly, savoring every moment. Jax’s enormous, muscular body was revealed inch by inch. Thick pecs, carved abs, powerful arms, and his heavy, thick cock already rock hard. Ethan’s lean, pale frame followed, his long, beautiful cock springing free, curving upward and flushed with need.
They made love in the big four-poster bed, slow and tender at first, then passionate and desperate. Jax worshipped every part of Ethan with his mouth and hands, eventually taking that long cock down his throat again with practiced devotion. Later, Ethan rode him. His slim hips rolling as his long cock stroked deep inside Jax. Both of them moaning into each other’s mouths until they came together in shaking, breathless release.
Afterward, tangled together under cool sheets, Jax’s massive arm wrapped protectively around Ethan’s narrow waist, he whispered against his husband’s hair:
“Best decision I ever made… letting myself love you.”
Ethan smiled, pressing a kiss to the center of Jax’s chest, right over his strong heartbeat.
Outside, the garden lights still twinkled softly in the summer night. Inside, the musclebound former alpha and his brilliant, skinny husband slept wrapped in each other. Two opposites who had finally found their perfect, unbreakable match.
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