I’m only five foot five tall, and the thing that blows me away, is how many big men are turned-on by smaller guys. At clubs and bars I permanently feel like I am in a ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’ fantasy, and to make matters worse, my name is Jack! I frequently have to make quick getaways when some oversized giant latches onto me, afraid of being in the clutches of one of these intimidating titans. ‘Pick on someone your own size,’ is what I always reason. Mostly, I am very successful with my avoidance tactics, however, one evening that simply did not work.
I was attending a barbeque at a couple’s home on that occasion. Fourteen of the guys at the gathering were in relationships. The hosts, Alec and Doug, were good friends of mine, and I had also formerly met all the other couples. I was one of the ‘two single’s’ at the party, and the other ‘odd man’ arrived later with Tim and Bill. Lester, the mystery man, had moved to the city during that week and was staying with Tim and Bill, until his apartment became available in two weeks’ time. This trio were the last to arrive.
Before they did so, however, I eyed Alec suspiciously, wondering if I was being set up on a blind date. Alec was an inveterate matchmaker, but he assured me that Lester’s appearance was an arbitrary happenstance, and I therefore had nothing to worry about. When the latecomers appeared, there was a hush in the room as all eyes focussed on Lester.
Lester was massive! Not only was he six foot seven tall, but everything about him was huge. His feet, hands, head, and above all, his ears were enormous. Lester wasn’t overweight, but must have weighed close to three hundred pounds. If Lester had been a slighter guy one would have thought him good-looking, however, given the exaggerated size of all his features, they all appeared magnified.
After introductions, my apprehension began to grow as it became clear that I was the limelight of Lester’s attention. All night an immense shadow countered my every move, examining me with a possessive gaze. A further worry was when he found out, that Tim and Bill literally lived around the corner from me. Later on that evening when I excused myself to use the toilet, the death knell came when Lester said, “Wait up, I’ll join you. I also need a piss.”
Nervously, I made my way to the spacious guest toilet. When I suggested he use it first, he replied that the space was big enough to accommodate both of us. My heart began to thump as the door was bolted behind us. Moving to the left side of the bowl he gestured to me to join him on the opposite side. As I stood there with my heart in my mouth, Lester then unbuckled and unzipped, before allowing his pants to drop to the floor. Next, he pushed his scants down to his knees. As his torso lifted, I did not have to cast my eyes down too far to observe his knob.
His dick was in keeping with the rest of his physique. It was totally magnificent, but obscenely large. As he toyed with his fleshy truncheon, he fixatedly stared at me.
“Actually, I don’t need to piss right now,” I said with lump in my throat, once my trousers had hit the floor.
“That’s cool,” he answered smiling, “But could you give me hand?”
“With what?” I asked.
“Well, would you hold my knob while I kiss you?” he inquired.
“Sure,” I replied anxiously. With my right hand extended he rested his cock across my palm. The feel of his mighty phallus was breath-taking. After cupping my head in his massive hands he then bent over and kissed my mouth. As my lusty dilemma escalated by the second I felt myself melting, as hot wax gushed through my veins. All my negative thoughts began dissipating as this giant took control of me.
When our lips broke apart he said, “I’m going home with you tonight.” Before I could utter a word my mouth was again enveloped by him. My right hand had also begun to toss his knob at this point, to murmurs of approval from Lester. After a short while, Lester lifted his torso. With his eyes boring into mine he asked, “Do you want to taste my cock juice?” I nodded excitedly.
With his cock-head between his index finger and thumb, he milked the transparent nectar from his foreskin onto the webbing between those two digits. Lester then extended his hand with the abundance of slime towards my mouth, and with his first finger and thumb on either side of my mouth, invited me to lick it off. I suckled like a lamb while observing the horny look on his face. That did it for me, and I was now totally compliant.
“My knob really oozes dick slime, buddy. You’re going to have to clean me up properly before we leave,” he said, as my head was encouraged towards his knob. The front of his foreskin seemed to be bubbling with pre-cum as my lips set to work. As I slowly retracted the hood I licked and sucked voraciously. Lester slipped a hand into my underpants as I cleaned him, and I could feel a fingertip circling my pucker. After his left hand lifted my chin upwards, Lester once more began to kiss me. The finger at my hole also became more animated, as the broad digit began to nudge and prod.
When our lips broke apart once more he said, “Let’s get out of here before I fuck you.”
As we left the toilet he stated that we needed to get away as soon as possible. It was not long after before the first two couples took their leave.
Once we arrived at my place it was clear that Lester didn’t want to waste any time, and soon we undressing in the bedroom. As I looked at the naked form before me, two thoughts crossed my mind. Firstly, I was worried that my arse would be ripped asunder, and secondly, given his size, I was concerned about being squashed to death. Lester was the embodiment of the ultimate man, and as he moved towards me my heart began to race.
Lifting my body he instructed me to place my arms around his shoulders. With his hands supporting my thighs our mouths fused. As Lester began to move towards the bed I knew that the moment of truth had arrived. Shortly, I was on my back with my legs together, before he hovered above me supported on his elbows and knees. With my head clamped in his colossal hands, Lester began to kiss me far harder than before. I could feel his meaty rod nestled between my thighs, with his clammy dick-head cushioned on my balls. As Lester’s hips began undulate, I knew that my crotch would soon be sodden with his delectable essence.
When Lester lifted his head to take a breather from our oral tussle, I focussed on the incredible ears which had captivated me all evening. “I love your ears,” I told him.
Smiling he answered, “Prove it to me.” Lester then turned his head, and lowered his left ear onto my mouth. As I began to lick and prod with my tongue, Lester made strange snorting sounds. Odd as I found these noises at first, I would come to love these vocal affirmations of his excitement. His hips also began to escalate their activity, and my soggy crotch was now receiving a mindboggling massage. By the time I got going on his second ear, my stimulation had reached fever pitch and my body began to shudder as I unloaded. Lester just kept going, and came shortly afterwards, turning my genital area into a total swamp.
When he finally sat up, Lester first scooped all the spunk off his dick, before his mouth moved in on my crotch. Lester then began to gorge himself on our combined offerings. As he licked our loads, his huge tongue felt like a basting brush. I would come to know that Lester was a complete jizz-hound, and totally besotted with this taste. Once my dick became rigid once more, Lester’s mouth went ballistic on my knob giving me the best blowjob of my life. His technique was mystifying, and I was totally gobsmacked when my next eruption took place.
My elation was short-lived, however, and before I knew what was happening my body had been turned and I was lying face down with my legs apart. In a flash, I felt his wet pole sloshing between my butt cheeks. As his torso hovered over me on outstretched arms, he commenced rubbing my crack with his moist rod. “Do you think pussy will handle this knob?” he sniggered.
I was too far gone with lust at this point to even think straight, and didn’t even answer him. Moving his torso upwards he said, “I think I’d better first open you up a little.” With Lester lightly seated on my thighs, I felt a thick finger enter my arse. When a second finger joined in, my butt was already accommodating more flesh than it would with an adequately endowed man. My silence was broken, however, when a third finger joined the party. My yelping did not seem to deter him; in fact, it seemed to delight him.
“Jesus, fuck me, this hole of yours is so fucking tight!” he grunted.
Not long after I felt his fingers retract, they were replaced by his shlong. Lester did not waste time and soon the invasion of my backside got underway. It was a daunting experience, but one I simply had to follow through with. I grunted as inch by inch my pucker got conquered. The snorting and horny commentary from above me was a total turn-on in itself. Once Lester had bottomed out I was given a brief respite, filled to the brim with cock. Slowly, the giant’s hips then began their momentum.
I began to pant with every inward thrust as his pace quickened. I wasn’t sure if the pain had evaporated, of if my arse had become numb. Whatever the cause, I was in heaven. “Are you enjoying this baby?” Lester asked between snorts.
“Yes, fuck yes, don’t hold back, just keep hammering me,” I pleaded. As he guffawed his hips went into overdrive. For the next few minutes, I received the fucking of my life. As Lester began unloading he stabbed my backside manically, as snorts from him and grunts from me filled the room.
I got a surprise afterwards when he sat up, and pulled my arse upwards towards his mouth. With my body dangling off the front of him, Lester began to felch his load out of my pucker. As I hung upside down I gripped hold of his dick and gave it a good cleaning. A short while later as we lay side by side on the bed he asked, “How’s your butt feeling?”
“Happy,” I answered.
“Well that’s good news, because I am a purveyor of happiness,” he said with an impish grin. After a brief pause, he asked, “Would you consider taking me in for the next two weeks?”
“Definitely,” I replied.
“Are you sure?” he asked again, and I simply nodded yes. “Well, then I’ll collect my things in the morning. But right now I think it’s time for me to spread some more happiness,” he concluded, before kissing me.