His Boyfriend Dressed Him Up as a Bunny to Go Out

Adrián’s debut on the other side of the Atlantic wasn’t just sports news for those following him from Vigo. For Téo and Nico, it was the perfect excuse—the pretext they had been waiting weeks for to see each other again.

The match was played in the early hours because of the time difference: it began at eleven at night in Spain and ended after one, when the city was asleep and only they were still awake.

They were separated by an hour-long train ride. Téo lived in the city; Nico, in a small town inland. Convincing Nico’s mother required patience and half-truths whispered over the phone.

“Mom, please, it’s Adrián’s debut. We know him from the trip. Téo has room at his house, and his parents are setting up a bed for me on the floor. I’ll be back early tomorrow, I swear,” Nico pleaded, pacing around his room with his phone pressed to his ear.

“I don’t know, son,” she sighed on the other end. “That Téo gives me a bad feeling. He’s so… strange, with the way he dresses. I don’t want you hanging around with people who don’t know what it means to be a proper man.”

The words pricked like splinters disguised as concern. Nico clenched his teeth.

“Mom, Téo’s a good person. He’s just different. He matters to me.”

Reluctantly, she gave in. Call me as soon as you arrive, and don’t do anything stupid. Téo’s parents improvised an extra bed, but the two of them had much dirtier plans: sleeping skin to skin, fucking until dawn, and beforehand, an entire afternoon playing with a secret they had prepared back in Chicago.

Nico hid the bunny outfit Téo had given him in his backpack, fabric as soft as a wet promise. Téo, meanwhile, had spent days watching makeup tutorials in the blue glow of his screen and buying everything they needed: eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick shining like a damp kiss. He wanted to turn Nico into the silky little slut they both fantasized about.

“On the train yet?” Téo wrote as soon as he received the notification.

“Just leaving. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Do you have it with you?”

“Of course. And mine works too.”

The other secret was two vibrating toys controlled by phone: twins, one black for Téo and one pink for Nico. They had bought them on sale on their last day of the trip, promising to try them out today, inserted in their asses, vibrating inside them while they walked down the street as if nothing were happening.

***

That same morning they connected by video call, each in his own bathroom, naked torsos before the camera. Téo directed him in a hoarse, confident voice.

“First, the depilatory cream,” he said, holding up the tube. “Spread it well, love: torso, legs, pubes, balls, your whole ass. Leave it for ten minutes. It stings a little, but afterward everything will be smooth, ready for me to eat you.”

Nico obeyed, red to the tips of his ears, his hands trembling as the cream’s sweet scent filled the room. He rubbed it over his thighs and pubis, spread his cheeks with two fingers, and coated the space between them too, feeling a hot tickle in his asshole when the cream covered it. When he rinsed it off in the shower, his skin was as soft as a petal, his cock completely hairless, his balls gleaming, his ass smooth as a freshly bathed child’s.

“Fuck, I feel so weird,” he murmured, running his hand over his hairless pubis. “Everything shows. My cock looks bigger without the hair. And my ass… touch yours, you’ll see how smooth it is.”

“You’re perfect,” Téo replied from the screen, showing off his own depilated body, his stiff cock pointing at the ceiling. “Now the cleanout. Slowly insert the irrigator nozzle, relax your ass, let the warm water in, and hold it for a while.”

Nico got down on all fours in front of the camera, ass raised, and awkwardly inserted the enema. A quiet moan escaped him when the water filled his guts. He repeated the process until the water came out clean, Téo’s conspiratorial gaze on the other side making him twice as horny. When they finished, both were breathing hard, cocks stiff, bodies already tense with anticipation.

“We’ll put the toys in before we leave,” Téo decided. “So they can vibrate on the way.”

Minutes before heading to the station, they connected again. Plenty of lube, deep breaths. Nico poured a generous amount into his palm, spread it over his already-shaved asshole, inserted one finger, then two, opening himself for the pink toy he held in his other hand. Téo did the same with his own, black and gleaming with silicone and lubricant.

“On three, love,” Téo panted, pressing the vibrator’s tip against his ass. “One, two… three.”

They both pushed at once, in sync, panting at the screen as their bodies yielded inch by inch. Nico clenched his teeth, his mouth open in a silent O, while the toy sank into his ass, stretching it and filling him from within until its base met his cheeks.

“It fills me,” Nico panted, his eyes glassy. “Fuck, it fills me right to the top. It hurts a little, but it feels so good. My whole ass is stretched around it.”

“Mine too, fuck.” Téo’s chest was rising rapidly, his cock dripping onto the tiles. “Now turn it on for a second.”

A brief buzz, a wave of pleasure running through them both at once. Nico’s ass clenched around the toy and he let out a sharp moan; Téo bit his fist to keep from shouting. Nervous, broken laughter, each man’s hand reflexively gripping his cock.

“Turn it off, turn it off,” Téo panted. “We’ll save it for later, when we’re together. If I keep going, I’ll come right here by myself, and I don’t want that. I want to come with you inside me.”

***

Téo waited on the platform, heart racing and the toy throbbing silently in his ass. Nico got off the train walking strangely, his pink hair tousled by the wind, backpack over one shoulder and a smile that said everything. They embraced tightly, bodies pressed together, stealing a discreet kiss in which their tongues brushed against their piercings.

“I missed you,” Nico whispered against his neck. “And this bastard I’ve got inside me rubbed my prostate the whole trip. I’m about to burst.”

At Téo’s house, with his parents still at work, they shut the bedroom door. Téo applied Nico’s makeup devotedly: light foundation, smoky eyes in pinkish shades, glossy lips. Then came the outfit: the pink thong pulled snugly over the toy he was still wearing, stockings climbing his hairless thighs, the short skirt, the pleated sweater, and a headband with little ears.

The result left Nico speechless before the mirror, his eyes glassy.

“I want to go outside dressed like this,” he said suddenly, with a boldness that surprised even him.

“Are you crazy?” Téo looked at him, but when he saw his smile, he gave in. “All right. If that’s what you want, we’ll do it together.”

For himself, he chose dark makeup—black eyeliner and dark lips—and a look consisting of fitted cargo pants, combat boots, a sleeveless shirt, and a denim vest. They left the apartment with their pulses racing and two vibrating toys waiting for the command.

***

The first few yards down the street were a whirlwind. They walked pressed together, hands clasped tightly, as if afraid the spell would break. Téo’s heart pounded beneath his shirt, caught between the pride of seeing Nico so radiant and the burning embarrassment rising up his neck whenever he noticed passersby staring.

“Fuck, everyone’s looking at us,” Nico whispered, caught between excitement and panic.

“Yes, but look at you. You’re gorgeous. It’s what we’ve always wanted, isn’t it?”

On a corner in the old quarter, a group of older men watched them pass from a bar terrace. One of them, his voice rough from smoking, said loudly:

“Look at that. What is this, a carnival in broad daylight?”

The others laughed under their breath. Nico suddenly stiffened, squeezing Téo’s hand hard enough to hurt, his face paling beneath the makeup. Téo felt anger rise in his chest, along with the instinct to protect him. He turned for a second, his gaze firm.

“We’re free to be whoever we want. What about you? Happy making everyone else miserable?”

His voice was calm but cutting. The men muttered something and looked away. Téo tugged Nico onward.

“Don’t pay attention to them, love. We’re stronger than they are,” he said, kissing his temple.

“With you, I feel protected,” Nico replied, his eyes now shining with a new pride.

They continued to a side street, beneath shadowy arcades that hid them from the bustle. There, finally alone, they burst into nervous, contagious laughter. Nico doubled over with one hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t ruin his lipstick; Téo let out a laugh that echoed against the stone.

“We did it!” Nico celebrated in a low voice, hopping up and down, making the skirt float and the toy shift inside his ass.

They chased each other for a few steps like children set free, until Téo caught him in a spinning embrace. Soft caresses followed, quick kisses carefully avoiding the makeup, their tongues playing with their piercings.

“Let’s not ruin the look, but I’d eat you whole,” Nico laughed.

When they calmed down, they remembered their friends. Téo took out his phone and they took pictures: Nico posing like a mischievous bunny, his skirt barely lifted over his stockings; Téo with his arms crossed defiantly, the sharp eyeliner intensifying his stare. They sent them at once.

Adrián, focused on the pregame preparations, hadn’t seen them yet. But Eric, from the other side of the ocean, opened the message and his eyes lit up. He immediately started a video call.

“Guys! Did you really go out like that?” he laughed excitedly.

“At first we were freaking out over everyone staring,” Téo replied, turning the camera to show off the outfit. “But now it feels like total freedom. For Adrián—he’s going to crush it today!”

“You’re an inspiration,” Eric said. “Adrián’s going to freak out when he sees them. Shine for him.”

***

After hanging up, carried along by the rush of the call, they continued their walk without a trace of insecurity. And then the real game began. In the main square, surrounded by people chatting at the outdoor tables, Téo pulled out his phone with a wicked smile and raised Nico’s toy to medium intensity.

The buzzing suddenly intensified inside him. Nico’s knees went weak against a cold wall, his lip caught between his teeth, his cock swelling beneath the pink thong until it showed beneath the skirt. He felt the vibrator pressing relentlessly against his prostate, a sweet pounding traveling up his spine.

“Not here, with all these people,” he whispered, clutching Téo’s arm. “I’m getting hard. They’re going to see it under my skirt. But don’t stop, you bastard, don’t stop.”

“Why would I stop?” Téo replied hoarsely, increasing the intensity another notch. “Nobody knows our secret. I’m the only one who knows you have a toy up your ass vibrating against your prostate, and that your cock is dripping inside your thong. I love seeing you like this, trembling, and knowing that I’m the only one who knows why.”

Nico disguised his moans with a fake cough, heat spreading through him like a slow fire. He felt pre-cum soaking through the pink fabric, a sticky thread sliding over his glans whenever the toy changed patterns. In the narrow alleyways he took his revenge: he opened the app and suddenly activated Téo’s toy at full power. Téo had to brace himself against a wall, his cargo pants outlining his cock.

“Holy shit, Nico, that was intense,” Téo panted, eyes half-closed, one hand squeezing his bulge. “It’s splitting my ass apart from the inside. My cock’s getting hard—look.”

“You deserve it, after what you did in the square. What if I turn it up? What if I leave the toy on maximum until you come right here in the middle of the street, with your cock inside your pants?”

“You’re killing me. But keep going. I like you controlling me. I like you having me by the ass—literally.”

They went on like that for quite a while, alternating patterns and chasing each other’s pleasure from one place to the next. In a bar with old tables, tucked into a dark corner, Nico squeezed Téo’s thigh beneath the table, sliding his hand to the fly and feeling his hard cock through the fabric.

“Stop or I’ll explode right here,” Téo panted, breathless. “My cock’s hard as a rock. And this bastard vibrating inside me is going to make me come in my underwear.”

“That’s what I want,” Nico replied, sliding a finger along the outline of his glans through the pants. “I want to see you on the edge, knowing I can make you pant with one touch. I want you to come here, in front of everyone, without anyone knowing why.”

By the river, the cool wind tangled their hair while the toy alternated between intermittent vibrations. They kissed hidden behind the trees, arousal building without release, nothing but torturous anticipation. Téo slipped his hand beneath Nico’s skirt, felt the hard bulge inside the pink thong, and noticed the dampness soaking through.

“Your thong’s soaked, you filthy boy,” he whispered in his ear. “Look at you dripping.”

“Your cock’s hard as a stick. I can feel it. I want to suck you already,” Nico panted. “Put it in my mouth right here, behind the tree.”

“I can’t take any more. This is sweet torture.”

“It’s perfect,” Téo whispered in his ear, embracing him from behind and pressing his hard cock against the ass filled by the toy. “Hold out until tonight. It’ll be explosive. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

***

On the way home they bought hamburgers and fries to eat while watching the match. First, they showered together to remove the toys. Téo stood behind Nico, lifted his skirt with both hands, pulled his thong down to his thighs, and spread his shaved cheeks.

“Let’s see that little ass. Relax, love.”

He slowly tugged on the base of the pink vibrator. Nico moaned sharply as the toy began to emerge, his asshole yielding with a wet snap. A long moan escaped him when the widest part passed through the ring and the toy dropped into Téo’s hand with a dull tug.

“Fuck, look what it’s done to my ass,” Nico panted, legs trembling. “It’s open. I can feel it.”

“Now me. Pull mine out,” Téo said, bracing his hands against the tiles and sticking out his ass.

Nico knelt behind him, gripped the base of the black vibrator, and pulled slowly. When the toy came all the way out, he couldn’t hold back: he buried his face between Téo’s cheeks and licked his dilated asshole with his whole tongue, sucking hard and savoring the hot, stretched skin.

“Ah, fuck, Nico, yes, just like that,” Téo moaned, resting his forehead against the tiles, his cock dripping beneath the shower stream.

Nico ate his ass for quite a while, his tongue pushing inside, his lips sucking at the ring, his fingers squeezing Téo’s cheeks to spread him wider. Then he stood up, turned Téo around, and grabbed his hard cock. He soaped it slowly, pumping his fist up and down, and Téo did the same to his. Their two cocks slid between each other’s hands, smooth and shining with soap, bumping together whenever they moved close enough to kiss.

“Suck me,” Nico asked, his mouth against Téo’s. “Just a little. So we don’t empty ourselves now.”

Téo dropped to his knees, water running through his hair, and took Nico’s cock into his mouth. He sucked it all, tongue circling the glans, lips tight around the shaft. Nico held on to the back of his neck, vision clouded, feeling Téo’s throat tighten around the tip each time he pushed it in.

“Enough, enough, or I’ll come,” Nico panted, gently pulling his head away. “Lie down.”

They switched. Nico knelt and took Téo’s cock deep, sucking him with his mouth open, saliva running down his chin, mingling with the water. He sucked hard, moving in and out, hands on Téo’s balls, until Téo had to pull him away too.

“Stop, stop. We’ll save it for bed.”

They finished with muffled moans against the tiles, taking turns with their mouths without releasing their loads, saving everything else for the celebration afterward.

Half-satisfied, their cocks still only half-hard, they devoured the hamburgers while Adrián made a brilliant debut and led his team to victory. When the final whistle sounded, they looked at each other and knew the night had only just begun.

In bed, they made up for all the weeks they had spent apart. Voracious kisses tasting of hamburgers and desire, piercings brushing together, hands urgently exploring every familiar inch. They stripped each other in jerks, clothes falling over the edge of the mattress, their hairless bodies gleaming beneath the dim bedside lamp.

Téo pushed Nico onto his back and spread his legs, placing them over his shoulders. He spat on Nico’s asshole and thrust two fingers into it, taking advantage of how the toy had left him open and sensitive.

“Look what I’ve done to your pussy, love,” he murmured, moving his fingers inside. “Soft, dilated. Ready for my cock.”

“Put it in already, fuck, don’t make me wait any longer.”

Téo gripped his cock and ran it over Nico’s asshole, teasing the glans against the ring, until he pushed slowly. The cock sank all the way in with one thrust, and Nico threw his head back with a long moan, arching his spine.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Téo panted, remaining still inside him and looking into his eyes.

He began fucking him slowly, hip to hip, drawing his cock almost all the way out and sinking it back in to the balls. Nico clutched the sheets, his hard cock bouncing against his belly with every thrust. Then Téo sped up: he grabbed Nico’s ankles, spread his legs wider, and began pounding his ass hard, his balls striking Nico’s cheeks with a wet slap.

“Yes, like that, harder,” Nico moaned, mouth open, his makeup already running around his eyes. “Break my ass, fuck.”

Téo turned him over and put him on all fours. He gripped Nico’s hips and thrust all the way in again, driving harder, his palms leaving red marks on the skin of Nico’s shaved buttocks. He slapped one cheek, then the other, and Nico moaned louder, pushing his ass back to take him better.

“Fuck me, fuck me the way I like,” he panted, cheek pressed against the sheet. “I love your cock.”

They took turns. Téo lay on his back and Nico sat on top, slowly impaling himself, the cock sinking inch by inch until he was seated completely, Téo’s balls beneath his cheeks. He began riding him, up and down, the skirt from the outfit forgotten on the floor, the stockings still pulled up to his thighs. Nico’s cock bobbed hard and red against Téo’s belly, spraying drops of pre-cum with every bounce.

“Ride me, yes, just like that,” Téo moaned, hands on Nico’s hips, setting the pace. “What a delicious ass. I can see your cock bouncing.”

Nico gripped his cock and began jerking himself while he moved, enjoying two pleasures at once, his prostate rubbed from within and his fist moving up and down outside. His stomach contracted, his thighs tensed, and with a hoarse cry he came in spurts across Téo’s chest, thick white jets splattering his nipples and neck.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming,” he moaned, never stopping his movement on the cock.

Téo gripped his hips and began thrusting up into him forcefully, taking advantage of the way Nico’s ass had clenched with his orgasm. He loved fucking him right after he came, when his asshole closed in spasms around Téo’s cock.

“Me too, love, almost…” he grunted through clenched teeth.

He pulled out suddenly, dragged Nico to one side, and knelt beside his face. Nico opened his mouth without needing to be asked, tongue out. Téo jerked himself quickly, twice, three times, and came with a guttural moan across Nico’s made-up face. Jets of semen landed on his cheek, his glossy lips, his tongue, and the crooked bunny ears on his headband. Nico swallowed what entered his mouth and ran his tongue over his smeared lips.

“You’re such a filthy boy,” Nico panted, smiling with his face covered in cum. “You ruined my makeup.”

“You look even prettier like that,” Téo replied, collapsing beside him, out of breath.

They rested for a moment, breathing hard, their bodies sweaty. But they weren’t finished. They took turns again, changed positions, and started over between tender pauses and intense thrusts. Nico fucked him too, with Téo on his back and his legs raised, and filled his ass with the second load of the night while biting his neck. They fell asleep at dawn, bodies entwined, semen drying between their thighs, their breathing finally falling into rhythm.

***

Midmorning, Téo’s mother entered the bedroom without knocking. She raised the blinds noisily and opened the window to air the room while gathering the clothes scattered across the floor—the pink outfit, the denim vest—with a certain astonishment as she noticed the toys forgotten on the carpet.

“When you’ve cleaned yourselves up, come to the kitchen,” she said calmly. “We need to talk.”

They showered together in silence, this time without sex, sharing only a nervous complicity. Nico was terrified.

“They must have heard everything.”

Téo knew his parents, open-minded people who had always spoken to him about respect, but until that morning he had never confronted them with his homosexuality so openly. They entered the kitchen self-consciously, eyes lowered. Four steaming cups of coffee sat on the wooden table. Carlos, his father, sat at the head; Marta stood leaning against the counter.

“First of all,” Carlos began, weighing every word, “we’re not angry. Marta and I have talked, and we want this to be an open conversation, without judgment. You’re young, very young. At your age it’s natural to explore, to discover what makes you feel alive. There’s nothing wrong with that as long as there is respect and consent.”

Téo felt relief move through his chest, though the knot in his throat remained. He glanced at Nico, who kept his head down, blush rising up his neck.

“But to support you, we need to understand you a little better,” Carlos continued. “How long have you known each other? How did it all begin?”

“We met at the airport, before the trip,” Téo replied, his voice breaking. “It was like a spark, Dad. From the very first moment. And since then, we’ve only wanted each other. Last night was just to make up for the time we’d spent apart, nothing more.”

Nico couldn’t manage a word; he only nodded shyly, his eyes glassy with contained emotion.

“Thank you for being honest,” Carlos said, exhaling. “In this house, you’ll be accepted exactly as you are. Stop pretending in front of us. There’s nothing wrong with loving each other. We’re your allies.”

Marta, who had remained silent, came over and placed a hand on Nico’s shoulder, her voice trembling.

“But there’s a dark side too, boys. A few weeks ago, a boy your age was attacked simply for holding hands with his partner. There are intolerant people, and illnesses, and dangers. That terrifies me as a mother. I can’t protect you forever; I can only ask you to use common sense. Take care of each other.”

Something broke inside Nico. Marta’s words, filled with a tenderness he had never received at home, brought down the last barrier. Tears rolled silently down his cheeks.

“I’ll never have this at home,” he managed to say, voice breaking. “My mother wouldn’t understand. I’m crying because I feel safe here. Loved.”

Carlos took his hand across the table, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

“If you can’t be free in your own home, this door will always be open to you. You’re part of the family.”

Marta hugged him tightly, embracing him like her own son. Téo felt his own knot unravel and joined the hug, kissing Nico’s cheek, which Nico returned on his lips. The coffee grew cold in the cups, but the kitchen had filled with a new peace: fear transformed into hope, shame into freedom.