Home4Xmas: 2021

Zach hurried off the plane, his heart pounding as he ran through the airport. He had been away for exactly 294 days, stationed on the other side of the planet, but now, the thought of being home for Christmas felt almost surreal. As a soldier, Zach had always known that sacrifices came with the territory, and they had never really bothered him—until a few months ago when everything changed. That was when he met Harry.

For ten years, since he was 18, Zach had grown accustomed to long deployments and spending Christmas in the scorching desert heat. The camaraderie and the makeshift celebrations with the other soldiers had always sufficed. But this year was different. This year, he needed to be home, and not just for Christmas. He needed to be with Harry.

Thankfully, a few days ago, he received the best news—he would be arriving home on Christmas Eve. The excitement was almost too much to bear. As he raced through the base, quickly signing off on the necessary paperwork, all he could think about was getting home as fast as possible.

Grabbing a taxi outside, Zach’s mind drifted back to the day he met Harry, about ten and a half months ago. It had been during one of his few free days, and Zach needed help painting his house and fixing a few things before his next deployment. A friend had recommended a young guy, new in town, who was looking for odd jobs to make some money. The guy, Harry, was just 19 years old, and Zach had been hesitant at first. His house was huge, and he doubted someone so young could handle the work. But the impressive references from everyone convinced him to give Harry a chance.

However, when Harry arrived, Zach’s hesitation only grew. The young man was short, barely 5’7”, and pretty thin except for his thick bubble butt. Harry weighed around 160 pounds, and Zach jokingly thought that at least 60 of those pounds were in Harry’s ass. Zach, on the other hand, stood a towering 6’4” and weighed 275 pounds of solid muscle.

"How's this kid gonna handle the hard work?" Zach had wondered. He was certain Harry couldn’t complete the task, so he decided to help out. It turned out to be the best decision he ever made. And to Zack’s surprise, Harry didn’t need any help. He knew exactly what he was doing and proved to be incredibly skilled at painting and repairing the house. Every time Zach thought Harry wouldn’t be able to lift something because it was too heavy, Harry proved him wrong.

Over the course of that week, Zach found himself growing more and more attached to Harry. And he couldn’t help but notice how Harry seemed to be looking at him a lot, too. Harry had the most beautiful honey-colored eyes Zach had ever seen, framed by long, delicate eyelashes, and Zach loved to look into those beautiful eyes. Everything about Harry was cute, and Zach couldn’t help but feel drawn to Harry’s cuteness and massive butt that strained the back of the shorts he wore every day.

When Harry got sweaty from working, he would take off his shirt, revealing his slim but toned body. Zach couldn’t help but admire the contrast between Harry’s smaller frame and his own massive build. He was pretty sure Harry noticed the way he looked at him, too. Whenever Zach was shirtless, he’d catch Harry staring at him, almost in a trance. They both just smiled at each other, silently acknowledging the connection building between them, even if they didn’t openly address it while Harry was working.

By the end of the week, when Harry had finished all the repairs and painting, Zach was head over heels in love. But he hesitated to say anything, not wanting to come across as weird or overly forward, especially since they had only just met. Over the years, Zach had come to accept that finding love wasn’t in the cards for him. In his line of work, being gay was just not an option. But there he was, with his heart racing every time Harry was near.

And he couldn’t ignore the physical effect Harry had on him either. Zach’s 11-inch dick got hard every time he fantasized about Harry, especially when he was shirtless or when the young man would lean forward to pick up something, showcasing the bulk of his thick ass. Zach’s attraction was almost impossible to hide, but he managed, most of the time.

Then, the day Harry was set to leave, he finally opened up to Zach. Harry admitted that he was practically homeless, having run away from his home a few states away to escape his father’s abuse after coming out as gay. Harry’s vulnerability made him look even cuter, and Zach couldn’t help but wrap his strong arms around him, letting Harry cry as much as he needed. It was at that moment that they both finally acknowledged their feelings for each other.

Zach also opened up about his own feelings, and Harry’s reaction was the sweetest—his smile was wide, his eyes full of surprise and excitement. He couldn’t understand how someone like Zach could be interested in someone like him. Zach wondered the same thing, marveling at how someone as perfect as Harry could feel the same way about him.

That same day, Zach invited Harry to move in with him, though they stayed in separate rooms. Harry didn’t have much, so it was easy for him to settle in. For Zach, who had lived alone since he was 18, having someone else in the house was a strange but wonderful adjustment—especially someone who made his heart skip a beat every time he smiled, laughed, or hugged him.

However, Zach’s deployment date was close, only a week away. His year-long assignment loomed ahead, and despite the temptation to turn it down to stay with Harry, it was too late. All Zach could do was make the most of the time they had together and cherish every moment with the best guy he had ever met. Zach took Harry out on a few dates, simple and sweet, though to the outside world, they just seemed like good friends.

With each passing day, Zach found himself falling deeper in love, feeling like a teenager again, smitten and occasionally embarrassed by how ridiculous he felt. Those seven days together were incredible, some of the best of Zach’s life, but all too soon, his deployment date arrived. He had to leave, and the thought of it weighed heavily on both of them.

On the night before Zach had to leave, they sat together in the dim light of a cozy restaurant, and Zach couldn’t help but sigh over and over again as he stared at Harry. "I want you to stay at my place while I’m gone, Harry. It’s your home now," Zach said, trying to keep his tone light, though he couldn’t hide the sadness in his voice.

Harry, his eyes downcast, nodded. "Are you sure? I’ll feel weird without you there. It’s a whole year, Zach," he said, his voice tinged with sadness, mirroring Zach’s own feelings.

"I know, it’s a long time," Zach admitted, reaching across the table to take Harry’s hand in his. "I’ll send you money every month, to cover anything you need and to keep the house running."

Harry looked up, a stubborn glint in his eyes. "I don’t want you just giving me money without me doing something in return. Let’s make a deal, okay? I’ll handle everything here, but I’ll earn my right to stay.”

Zach smiled at that. “You already earned it but if that makes you feel better, we have a deal.”

That night, after their dinner, they returned home, the weight of Zach’s imminent departure hanging over them. As they stepped inside, Zach noticed how quiet Harry had become, his usual excitement gone. He knew exactly why—he was feeling the same way. They both dreaded the separation that was just hours away.

Without a word, Zach sat down on the couch, and Harry followed, gently settling into his lap. He wrapped his thin arms around Zach’s broad chest, resting his head against Zach’s thick pecs. They sat like that for a while, savoring the closeness, neither wanting to break the silence or the connection between them.

After a few minutes, Harry lifted his face, his honey-colored eyes filled with so much love that made Zach’s heart ache. Slowly, Harry leaned in and softly kissed Zach’s lips. It was their first kiss, tender and hesitant. Zach was momentarily surprised, but then Harry pulled back, a blush coloring his cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” Harry mumbled. “I just... I needed to do that before you left.”

Zach’s lips curved into a big, warm smile. “Don’t be sorry,” he whispered, cupping Harry’s face gently. “I’m glad you did.” And then he kissed Harry again, deeper this time, savoring the taste of his soft pink lips. One kiss quickly turned into another, and soon they were making out on the couch, their earlier sadness momentarily forgotten.

As their kisses grew more intense, Harry’s hands began to explore Zach’s body, running over the hard pecs, down his chiseled abs. He started unbuttoning Zach’s shirt, revealing the powerful torso underneath. Harry quickly pulled off his own t-shirt, and the sight of his smooth, toned chest made Zach’s pulse quicken.

Zach’s arousal became impossible to ignore, his dick straining uncomfortably against the tight confines of his jeans. With a groan, he unbuttoned his pants, freeing his big hard dick and orange-sized balls. Harry’s eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight, but his reaction was immediate—he stripped off his own pants, revealing his massive ass cheeks in full glory, and turning to straddle Zach’s lap, facing him. Zack immediately moved his hands to Harry’s thick hips to knead them.

With both of them now naked, Harry wrapped his hands around Zach’s thick cock, his touch tentative at first, then more confident as he began to stroke it with passionate intent. Zach’s breath hitched, feeling like he was on cloud nine, completely lost in the moment. It was their first time seeing each other naked, and Zach was pleasantly surprised to discover that Harry had a pretty decent 8-inch dick of his own, with bigger-than-average balls to match.

Unable to resist any longer, Zach stood up effortlessly, holding Harry securely as the smaller man wrapped his legs around Zach’s waist. Their lips never parted as Zach carried Harry to the bedroom, Harry’s hand still gripping Zach’s dick the entire way. Once in the bedroom, Zach gently laid Harry down on the bed.

Harry wasted no time, lifting his legs in invitation. "I’ve... I’ve been waiting for this. I’ve been waiting for you," Harry admitted shyly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was going to ask you to... to be with me tonight. But… Please be gentle."

Zach’s heart swelled with affection and desire. He lined up his dick with Harry’s tight hole, a smile playing on his lips as he looked into Harry’s eyes. "It’s my first time with a guy," Zach confessed softly. “So we’re both in new territory here. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”

As Zach began to push his thick 11-inch-long dick inside, he could see the discomfort on Harry’s face, but the young man kept urging him to continue. Slowly, Zach eased his way in, inch by inch, until he was balls deep inside. Harry’s breathing was heavy, and Zach noticed a small bulge in Harry’s abdomen where his dick stretched him from the inside. He paused, giving Harry time to adjust, but the way Harry clung to him, his body trembling with pleasure, only encouraged Zach to keep going.

Zach started moving, slowly at first, each thrust filled with careful passion. Harry moaned and groaned, the sounds expressing pain and pleasure as Zach’s dick reached so deep inside him that its shape became visible on his abdomen. It was surreal, almost strange, but incredibly hot at the same time. Harry’s legs wrapped tightly around Zach’s waist, his arms around Zach’s neck, and he moved with Zach’s every thrust, their bodies in perfect sync.

The lovemaking was so good and intense that Harry’s 8-inch dick shot without being touched. The sensation of Harry’s cum splattering across their abs only heightened Zach’s arousal, and he continued to make love to Harry as passionately as he could, careful not to hurt him. Each thrust was an expression of love and desire. Each thrust tightened the bond between them. And when Zach’s dick shot a massive load deep into Harry’s guts, they sealed their future together. They couldn’t deny it, they were meant to be together.

That night, Zach filled Harry with cuntless huge loads, each one making them both tremble with pleasure as Harry’s abdomen bloated with the sheer amount of cum Zach was pumping into him. They repeated their lovemaking several times, and even when it was finally over, Harry begged Zach not to pull out. "Please... keep it inside me all night," Harry whispered, his voice filled with longing. He needed to feel Zach this close for longer.

Zach obliged, holding Harry close as they drifted off to sleep, still connected in the most intimate way. That night made leaving Harry even harder than Zach had imagined. He didn’t want to go—he needed to be with Harry, even if it meant risking everything, including his job. He loved Harry, and he knew that Harry loved him too. But there was no option. Zach left, tears streaming down his face as he thought about his sweet guy alone at home.

For all the months that followed, while Zach was away, all he could think about was coming back to Harry. He fantasized about their reunion, about holding Harry, loving him, and showing him the kind of love that the young man longed for so badly.

Now, the day had finally come. Zach was home, arriving back at his house with a heart full of excitement and longing. Harry had no idea he was coming back early, and Zach couldn’t wait to surprise him. As the taxi pulled up to the curb, Zach peered through the front window of the house, spotting the familiar silhouette of his sweet guy sitting on the couch, watching Christmas specials.

Zach quietly opened and closed the front door, leaving his bag by the entrance. He moved silently across the room, his eyes locked on Harry, who’s back faced the front door so he was completely unaware of Zach’s presence. He crept up behind the couch, his heart was pounding with excitement. He leaned down and wrapped his strong arms around Harry’s neck from behind, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Merry Christmas, my perfect boy. Surprise!" Zach whispered into Harry’s ear.

Harry flinched in his seat, clearly startled, before trying to turn around as best he could. “Zach? What are you doing here? How…?”

Zach chuckled, tightening his embrace for a moment. “They told me a few days ago that I could come home early, so I thought I’d surprise you. I guess I really did, huh?” He leaned forward, intending to kiss Harry on the lips, but something made him pause. Harry was covered with a blanket from the chest down, and it seemed like he was hiding something under it. Curious, Zach reached to pull the blanket away, but Harry quickly stopped him, his hand trembling slightly.

“Zach, wait…” Harry’s voice wavered with nervousness. He looked away, unable to meet Zach's eyes. “I… I guess I have a surprise for you too, but… I just don’t know how to tell you this.”

Zach frowned in confusion, moving around the couch to sit beside him. “A surprise? You got me a gift? But you didn’t know I was coming... What is it?”

Harry was silent for a few seconds, visibly struggling to find the right words. Finally, he let out a shaky breath and spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just... give me a second to think about how to tell you this. I can’t believe that after all these months I haven’t figured out how to say it... Zach... I’m pregnant, and it’s yours. Or they’re yours, depending on how many are in there.”

Zach stared at Harry in disbelief as he slowly pulled the blanket away, revealing his massive belly and swollen pecs, each topped with pointy nipples. Zach’s eyes widened in shock. “You… are what? How is this even possible?”

Harry’s nervous smile faltered as he rubbed his huge belly which took over his whole lap and then some. “Let me put it as simply as possible because I really don’t know much about it myself. I’m… a freak. I have a womb and all the stuff that comes with it. It’s attached to my rectum, anus... you get the point. I didn’t tell you because I thought you’d just send me to join a circus or something. But a few weeks after you left, I started feeling sick, and when my belly started to grow... I knew you’d knocked me up that night.”

Zach’s hand slowly reached out to touch Harry’s belly, feeling the firm roundness beneath his palm. It was real. “But why didn’t you tell me when we talked? I called you almost every day, and you never mentioned you were having my baby… or babies, considering how big you are.”

Harry’s eyes dropped again, a look of shame crossing his face. “Because I thought you’d kick me out of the house for being a freak. I was scared of how you’d react. Nobody knows I’m like this; nobody’s seen me since my belly started to show. I’ve been ordering food so I wouldn’t have to leave the house. I was afraid… I’m still afraid of your reaction.”

Zach could see the fear in Harry’s eyes, so without a second thought, he leaned in and softly kissed his lips. The kiss was gentle, making Harry cry because he finally felt safe in his current condition. They spent what felt like hours talking, Harry explaining everything he could about his pregnancy and how terrified he’d been of Zach’s reaction. The initial shock gradually faded, and Zach found himself falling more in love with Harry than ever before.

He couldn’t stop kissing him, wanting to show Harry that he wasn’t angry or disgusted—only more devoted to him. He loved how Harry looked. The pregnant guy was wearing one of Zach’s largest t-shirts, but even that was stretched to its limit around his belly, his chest clearly visible beneath the fabric. His pecs had grown a lot, almost resembling volleyballs in size, with permanently engorged nipples showing through the fabric. The belly looked like a beachball attached to Harry’s usually thin frame, sticking out 2 feet from the rest of him, straining the fabric of the t-shirt. But what caught Zach’s attention was Harry’s widened hips and massive but which had grown even more impressive. Zach’s dick stirred in his pants as he observed Harry’s new curvier frame.

However, as excited as Zach felt, there were things that worried him. Zach estimated that Harry had been pregnant for 294 days, the time of his deployment, which was 14 days overdue, considering a normal pregnancy lasted 280 days. Harry had gained 126 pounds and he was sure he was carrying multiples based on the size of his belly, though he had no idea how many. Harry hadn’t seen a doctor the entire time because he was too afraid of anyone finding out his secret. To make matters worse, Harry revealed that he’d been having contractions all day, and he suspected that labor was imminent.

Zach could see how uncomfortable Harry was, struggling to move under the weight of his massive belly, his legs spread wide to accommodate it resting heavily on the couch. Occasionally, Harry would grunt in discomfort, complaining that he felt too full, like he was about to burst.

Seeing how much Harry was struggling, Zach decided to help him up. But as Harry tried to waddle towards the bedroom, Zach swept him up into his arms, carrying him honeymoon-style to the larger bed in his room.

“Let’s go to my bed—it’s bigger,” Zach said softly.

“You don’t have to carry me,” Harry said but he wrapped his arms around Zach’s strong neck and rested his head against the broad chest.

“But I want to,” Zach responded, climbing up the stairs without breaking a sweat even with Harry’s 286-pound body in his arms.

Zach gently Harry down and helped him undress before stripping down himself. Zach admired Harry’s naked body in full glory before he climbed into bed, and immediately began caressing Harry’s enormous belly, feeling the babies move beneath his hands. Everything about Harry was perfect for Zach. He couldn’t stop smiling while he stared at the heavily pregnant young man carrying his children.

“They must’ve missed me,” Zach whispered with a smile. “Maybe that’s why they haven’t come out yet—because they were waiting for me.”

Harry smiled, his eyes filled with love and relief. “I’m sure they missed you. I missed you so much.”

Zach leaned down, pressing his lips to Harry’s belly, speaking softly to the babies inside. “I don’t know how many of you are in there, but I’m here now, and we’re going to take care of you. All of you.”

They spent the next few hours talking, holding each other close, their hands never leaving Harry’s belly as they felt the babies move inside. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and they fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

A few hours later, Zach was jolted awake by the sound of Harry groaning beside him. Instinctively, he reached out, only to feel Harry’s body trembling under his touch. Zach quickly turned on the bedside lamp, his heart sinking as he saw Harry sweating profusely, clutching his enormous belly with a pained expression. Tears brimmed in Harry’s eyes, but he said nothing, his face contorted in agony.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Zach asked, his voice thick with concern. But before Harry could respond, a wetness spread across the bed, soaking through the sheets. Harry let out a loud groan, his body tensing as another wave of pain washed over him. The realization hit Zach like a freight train—Harry was in labor.

"Oh shit! The babies… They were really waiting for me," Zach whispered, a mix of awe and joy flooding his heart. But the sight of Harry’s pain quickly brought him back to the present. "Okay, we need to get you to the hospital."

Harry shook his head, his grip tightening on Zach’s arm. "No… no hospital," he panted. "I can't let anyone see me like this. I want to give birth here, at home. Just you and me."

Zach's stomach churned with anxiety, but he could see the determination in Harry’s eyes. “Are you sure? I mean, doctors can–”

"I'm sure," Harry replied, his voice trembling. "I’ve been watching videos and reading up on it. I know what to do. Please, Zach, I need you to help me."

Zach swallowed hard but nodded. "Okay… okay. I’ll get everything ready.”

With his heart pounding in his chest, Zach hurried around the house, gathering towels, scissors, and anything else Harry had mentioned. When he returned to the bedroom, Harry was struggling to get on all fours, but his belly was simply too large. He grunted in frustration, his movements restricted by the sheer size of his body.

Zach couldn’t help but chuckle softly, despite the situation. “You’re too big to move around like that,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood. “Looks like our babies are giving you a hard time.”

Harry shot him a tired, but amused, look. “Your babies have been giving me a hard time for months now and it’s your fault. I feel like I’m having giant babies and it’s all because of their dad’s genetics,” he corrected, though a small smile played on his lips. As another contraction hit, he groaned again, the pain contorting his face. Zach felt a surge of arousal mixed with guilt as he watched Harry’s body tense and strain.

Harry settled onto his back, spreading his legs as far as his swollen belly would allow. Zach climbed onto the bed beside him, his hands trembling as he positioned himself to assist. He had no idea what he was doing, but he was determined to follow Harry’s lead.

“You’re so brave. You’re doing great," Zach whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

Harry nodded, gritting his teeth as another contraction tore through him. “No. I feel like I’m about to explode," he gasped. “So I’m not doing great.”

Zach watched in awe as Harry began to push with all his might. Even as the first baby seemed to get stuck, too large for Harry’s body, he refused to give up. Sweat poured down Harry’s face, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, but he kept pushing, his determination unwavering. Slowly, the crown of the baby’s head began to emerge, covered in thick, dark hair.

"That’s it, you’re doing so well," Zach encouraged, his voice shaking with emotion. "Just a little more…"

“A little more for what? To do this all over again?” Harry said, groaning as he looked at his massive belly where more babies were still moving.

It took nearly an hour of intense effort, but finally, the first baby’s head was fully out. Harry was panting heavily, his face red with exertion. Zach could see the exhaustion in his eyes, but there was no time to rest—the shoulders were next.

Harry let out a scream as the baby’s broad shoulders began to stretch him further. The pain was evident in his tear-filled eyes as he shook his head, crying out, “I can’t… I can’t do it. Why is this baby so big?”

Zach slightly chuckled at the comment.

“You can,” Zach whispered urgently, leaning in to kiss Harry’s sweat-soaked forehead. “You have to, for our kids. You’re so close, Harry. Just one more push.”

With a sob, Harry nodded and summoned the last of his strength. A few agonizing minutes later, the first baby was born, letting out a loud wail as he entered the world. Zach felt tears streaming down his face as he looked at their perfect son. “He’s beautiful, Harry. You did it. He’s perfect.”

Harry was crying too, a mix of relief and overwhelming love washing over him as he cradled the baby against his chest. “9.7 pounds,” Zach announced, glancing at the small scale Harry had kept nearby in preparation for the birth. “No wonder you were so big…”

Harry chuckled, slowly guiding the newborn to his plump right tit. “He’s perfect and this feels so strange and so cute,” Harry said as the baby latched onto his chest, suckling hungrily as Harry’s body trembled with the aftershocks of birth. But there was no time to rest—Harry’s belly had barely deflated, and Zach knew there were more babies waiting to be born.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, Harry was hit with another wave of contractions. Zach could see the strain in his face, the exhaustion that weighed heavily on him. But Harry was determined to give birth to all his boys, and soon, the second baby’s head began to emerge. The second birth was slightly easier, but it still took another hour before their second son entered the world, weighing 9.5 pounds. Harry was visibly drained by now, his body shaking with the effort it took to bring their babies into the world.

As Harry cradled both boys on his chest, Zach noticed that his belly was still large, far from the flat stomach Harry used to have. "I think there’s another one coming, Harry," Zach whispered, unable to hide the amazement in his voice. "We’re not done yet."

Harry groaned, closing his eyes as the realization hit him. “I’m so tired, Zach. I don’t think I can do this once again.”

“I know. But you’re doing so well. Just one more, okay?”

But Zach’s reassurance proved premature. After the third baby, another big boy weighing 9.8 pounds, had finally been born, Harry’s belly still looked full. Zach’s heart raced with a mixture of pride and concern. He couldn’t believe it—Harry was carrying four babies.

By the time the fourth baby began to make his way into the world, Harry was beyond exhausted. His cries of pain and frustration echoed in the room as he struggled to push. But despite everything, he found the strength to keep going, his love for their babies driving him forward. The final baby, weighing 9.6 pounds, was born after just half an hour of pushing, slipping out much easier than his older brothers.

Zach gently handed the fourth baby to Harry, who now had two sons suckling on his chest, while Zach held the other two in his arms. “You did it, Harry,” Zach whispered, tears streaming down his face. “Four big boys.”

Harry looked up at Zach, his eyes filled with love and exhaustion. "I guess I surprised you more than you surprised me," he murmured with a tired smile.

Zach laughed softly, leaning in to kiss him. "You sure did. I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas present."

As the first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, Zach glanced at the clock. It was 6:00 AM on Christmas morning. He looked at Harry, cradling two of their sons, and then down at the other two in his own arms. His heart swelled with emotion.

Zach kissed Harry again, his lips lingering on Harry’s forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for giving me the best gifts I’ve ever received.”

Harry smiled, his eyes heavy with sleep. “I’m so glad you’re home. You’re the one who’s given me so much. I told you I’d earn my right stay,” he said, smiling as Zach kissed him again.

“You’ve already earned it months ago. I’m not letting you go, and I’m not leaving again. I belong with you and our babies,” Zach said, looking down at their four newborns, holding Harry close as they both drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of their babies. He knew that his life had changed forever, and he couldn’t have been more thankful to be home for Christmas.

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PN: This is a new version of an old story of mine, and this means we'll find out what's happened with Zach and Harry since Christmas 2021 in a few weeks. I'm already working on an update so... ENJOY!