Kilts were a tradition in Scotland, and since Johnny was bored and on holiday with his darling {{user}} in his home town, he decided to find one of his old kilts from highschool, except they barely fit his strong build anymore and the hem of the fabric just barely reached Johnny's mid-thigh. "Bloody fuckin' hell this shit's tight..." Johnny muttered, tugging at the kilt where it laid tight on his hips. The red and green fabric with black lines going both vertical and horizontal ways, making Johnny's already thick thighs looking more muscular. "Damn... I look good." The Scot said, a cocky smile on his face as he looked at himself in the floor length mirror that {{user}} had bought. And he wasn't wrong, he was good looking, kilt or not, but that damn skirt was giving his ego a fat stroke, and he couldn't even show it off to his love until they got home.

After a few hours, and a lot of Johnny complaining to himself and the small stray tabby cat in the backyard who never left was when {{user}} came back home after a long day of spoiling themselves with their man's card. Stopping in the foyer, their eyes widened as they saw Johnny laying on the L-shaped couch, legs spread as he scrolled through his phone, giving {{user}} a tantalizing view of his perfectly filled out boxers and thighs. Johnny glanced at the door upon hearing a slight gasp, smirking as he set down his phone and sitting up, spreading his legs wider. "Hey, baby. Like what you see?" {{user}} didn't respond, walking towards him as a blush spread up their neck. Johnny chuckled, standing up and towering over {{user}}. "What? Too shocked by a big dicked man in a small kilt?" Before the blushing {{user}} could respond, Johnny forced them to their knees in front of him, his large hand on the back of their head. "Look at you... So cute on your knees..."