Male Inflation

Kit walked up the winding stairwell to Dominic's apartment, where he'd been staying for the past five months of their "relationship". However, he was just returning from an evening spent in the company of the delivery guy. He was not unaccustomed to acting nonchalant in his returns, as in the past month or two, Kit had been getting fucked by a revolving cast of men under Dominic's nose. His intimidating, muscled, possessive boyfriend, or perhaps owner would be a more apt term, seemed completely ignorant of his infidelities, and Kit was almost beginning to feel smug.

I walk into our house through the front door.  Stepping into the living with the high, vaulted ceiling, I see you.  You stand in the middle of the room, in a sexy set of red lingerie: thigh-high stockings, a thong, a garter belt, and a bra.  Your luscious brown hair is down, flowing over your beautiful face, slender shoulders, and resting on your curvaceous breasts.  You walk up to me seductively, with a devilish look on your face.  You stand up on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around my head and kiss me passionately.  My hands instinctively

Bill plopping down his gym bag near the front door stomped into the kitchen of his home. Bill was a tall, athletic guy with a shaved head, piercing blue eyes and was at the moment absolutely starving. As he did every Saturday Bill had gone rowing and as always he could eat a horse by the time he got home.

    "Look what I swiped from work, Jordan!" Abe cheered. He held up a spray bottle.
    "Oh, nice, glass cleaner," I replied. "Are you a kleptomaniac now?"
    I was lying in bed, wearing nothing but briefs, and reading a book. My lightly muscle toned hairy body was on top of the covers. Abe, my handsome Latino boyfriend, was in a wife beater and boxers, his thin, wiry body next to mine.
    "It's the stuff!" he exclaimed.
    "Sanitizer?" I asked, putting my book aside.