Chapter 3 - Making us work
The TV made wordless sounds. At least to me they were just sounds, the meaning of the words absent. Jeff seemed focused on it, snorting at some points, as if he was able to follow up with what was being said. All I could focus on was him, the way he was still nervous about it all and used the TV to ease himself back to normalcy. God, it had already been at least three minutes since we had sat on the sofa. An eternity.
My furniture is always smol minded, with tiny ladders and steps so Jeff could use it alone. Now I regret it, as I don't have an excuse to carry him around everywhere. And that damn sofa is too large. Sitting on each side as we usually do, I can't touch him, hold him near me. I gritted my teeth, trying to contain myself.
I had endured for seven years. What were a few minutes? Giving Jeff the time he needed so desperately to ease into the fundamental change in our relationship was a necessity. I knew it. I agreed with it. I still failed at holding myself up to this belief in less than four minutes on a sofa with my boyfriend.
He squeaked deliciously when I sprang on him, catching him in my embrace and bringing him against my torso, as I shifted to a lying position, so I'd occupy the whole sofa. He was as light as a feather - even the heavier of smol would be for the weakest of Big and he was never really heavy, even with his glorious backside, that I was already caressing.
“Mike, come on! You said you were okay with watching TV” he whined, and I let out a throaty laugh, kissing him lightly on the lips.
“We're watching TV. I'm just making myself more comfortable. And you also. Don't tell me my body is worse than the sofa, bro!”
“Well, the sofa is way softer than you,” he snorted as he pushed his frail hands into my firm muscles, trying them.
“Yeah, you do make me hard all over” I rasped, grinning proudly as he tensed, blushed and mumbled when he realized that in his current position, he could feel my cock hardening underneath his body. “But don't worry, this Mike comes with a massage function to make up for the sturdiness.”
He stuttered some half formed words before giving up and relaxing. On top of me. One of his hands found itself over my nipple, through my shirt, and he absent-mindedly played with it, like I had often seen him do to a particular nub on his side of the sofa. It aroused me, but it also relaxed me and suddenly I could understand the TV. I smiled and started to enjoy the movie.
Someone had wanted to make an amusement park with Ice Age megafauna and it soon became clear that it could only go as well as a park in a place prone to arctic storms could go. At least the romance between the smol Pr. Grant and the Big Pr. Satler was really nice. I still believed they should have gone for dinosaurs to make the film better.
“Well, I did not expect the billionaire to survive,” Jeff finally said as the credits rolled. “What happened to eat the rich?”
“It's an old movie, bro” I mused as I absent-mindedly caressed his back, feeling him tense then relax. “Thirty years ago was another world…”
Silence fell between us as we let the TV on, the sole source of noise with the credits rolling and the music blaring. We gazed into each other's eyes and, very slowly and softly, I brought Jeff's face to mine and kissed him, one of my hands nestling on his prodigious rear, enjoying its expanse and its softness. It was a shame it was Sunday already, because if we hadn't been forced to go to work the following day, I would have ravished him again, here and then.
“Wow… you… you're really getting excited down there!” he weakly chuckled as he felt my cock grow even more engorged, to the point that it was becoming painful.
“Can you blame me? My boyfriend just oozes sex appeal.”
He let out a shaky laugh, torn between embarrassment and joy. No one had ever told him those words. But coming from me, he probably still felt a little self-conscious, as if he couldn’t very well believe me just yet. It didn’t bother me one bit, as I knew I had all the time in the world to make him understand that my feelings for him were both genuine and deep.
“Do you…uh… do you want to… you know?” he asked me after a long pause, seemingly uncomfortable with the subject.
“Only if you feel ready, Jeff. We're not going anywhere now, no need to rush,” I replied, as I used one of my thumbs to graze his nose, his cheek and his chin. “I'm in no hurry, now that I've gotten my man where I want him.”
He blushed, squirmed and looked away, generally being absolutely adorable. I couldn’t tell him, but he was the cutest person I had ever had a passing fling with. And as a fairly attractive Big, thrice voted Hottest at the Office by my coworkers, I can tell you I had a lot of one-nighters and even casual flirts. None ever came close to being as effortlessly breath-taking as Jeff. In a non-traditional way for a man, sure. But damn, he was - still is - cute as hell. I'd have to be careful, lest someone steal him from me!
“I… uh… I'm not…” he started then stammered to a halt, making me chuckle as I held him in a soft but tighter embrace.
“It's okay Jeff. We take our time. I don't want to rush you, love.”
“Love!?” he gasped, blushing helplessly, as if he was surprised by the fact I did not call him bro this time - to be fair, I was also blushing
“Well yes, love! Can't always be calling you bro, bro.”
I winced. I had spent so long training to never even think of Jeff as “love”. I had been extra careful, because I hadn't wanted to have my tongue slip and reveal my feelings when I wasn't ready for it just yet. Finally using that word to refer to him was brewing a potent mixture of elation, nervousness and, yes, love inside of me, that made me feel a little weak in the knees. But I had to adapt to our changed relationship.
“You're my love, Jeff. Have been for years and now that we aren't denying ourselves… I'll call you that. Uh… From time to time, at least…” I added as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes and felt myself lost in them.
I kissed him again, cradling him. I wanted so badly to just keep him there, against me. To be honest, I resented the clothes we wore. I wanted to be naked with him here, skin to skin, to give his small body the warmth he needed with the furnace of mine. And I think he wanted to, as his hands flew all over my body, to place he could reach at least. All but the hard python underneath him, as if he was afraid of it. I needed to appease him, even without going to town on him.
“I want you to grind on me, bro,” I whispered in his ear when I broke our kiss.
“I… what?” he mumbled, stunned by my words it seemed, which made me kiss him again before I repeated myself.
“Your dick. I want you to grind it into me. This relationship, it’s a two way street Jeff. I’m not taking without giving anything back… You love my muscles, you even want me to put some more on the frame, and I’m more than happy to oblige. But don’t feel ashamed about showing them how much they matter to you, br-love.”
He blushed again and looked away, seemingly paralyzed. I hesitated but decided to not press the matter. I didn’t need to overwhelm him, after all. It’d be better to just wait and let it happen. I expected to just spend the next few minutes holding him gently like that. Instead, he surprised me when he moved a little and removed his shorts and his boxer, showing me his hard little dick, so small even on his frame, and yet so hypnotizing.
“Can you…” he started, his voice croaking a little. “Can you lift your t-shirt…” he asked me.
“Of course I can, love” I whispered, smiling approvingly as I did what I was asked. “Want me to remove it completely?”
“No! I… I… uh… It’d be great if you could…. put me inside of it? To… To really smell you, you know? It… it’d help me going… I think?”
I must confess, it stunned me. I hadn’t been expecting something like that from Jeff. I had been afraid even grinding himself on me would be too much for him, and here he was, asking me that? It seemed he took my surprise for something else because he deflated visibly, growing afraid or ashamed. I reacted fast and quickly put him inside my shirt, against my skin, his tiny head just against my collar bone. I positioned him like I wanted him to be and then I told him to go.
“Go on, big boy. Grind on me… Cum on me. Get all the smell you want out of me, bro. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not judging you, ever… Enjoy yourself, Jeff… You deserve it… You deserve it so much…”
He started moving, and I shivered when I felt his tiny tongue on my skin, even as he ground himself into me. I moaned loudly, I couldn’t help it, and my hands found his wonderful backside. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Some skank could have been enjoying him now, if only she had watched beyond his looks. But now, because he wasn’t the typical alpha male, he had been discarded. I was so happy he reciprocated my feelings that I could have cried. But I was too lost in my bliss to have tears by then.
“Oh yes… Do you feel my abs, big boy?” I purred, as I flexed them, for him, for us. “Cum all over them, bro… let it go, get the pleasure flowing!”
He came instantly, with a soft gasp. I felt his hot jizz on me, a few droplets really, nothing impressive. It was still the hottest thing I had ever experienced. I was so painfully hard now, I couldn’t help it. I shifted on the sofa, holding my precious cargo still and I freed my cock, taking it in in all its insane size. I wanted so badly to put it back inside of my boyfriend, but he wasn’t ready and I wasn’t about to start taking from him. I only ever wanted to give him what I felt he deserved, after all.
I pumped myself, even as he moaned softly, apparently entranced by my body odor. I heard him sigh gently as I flexed my pecs when his hands had found them again. He was massaging me, or rather tried, his arms and fingers unable to gain purchase on my powerful muscles. God, he made me feel so fucking big! I never had dreamed he’d make me feel like that huge, unstoppable, mountain of muscle and virility, once we’d be together. It was driving me wild and I was jacking my cock harder.
“You last so long…” he rasped after near well a minute of intense meat slapping, and I couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a little.
“That’s because I can only cum on your face from now on,” I grinned, sure to shock him.
“Do it!” he almost begged in answer, stunning me by the feverish need, turning on me so suddenly it was his feet that were near my collarbone, and his tiny face was almost glued to my cock - and it was so fucking hot I almost lost it then.
But I wasn’t about to disappoint my boyfriend. I groaned as I tore my shirt out of me, ripping it to pieces, as I needed to be able to handle my Jeff the way I needed. He came again on me, stunned into orgasm by the sheer display of power, he told me afterwards - suffice to say I now have bought t-shirts as the first expanse of the house. It made me so damn happy. I gently used one of my hands to prop him up a little, so he’d be sitting on his knees, at just the right size for me to aim my trunk at him.
“I’ll be holding you, bro. I don’t want you to hurt yourself falling, or something like that, okay?” I told him gently, putting my free hand on his somewhat thin hips. “Don’t you worry, okay? There will be… a lot, but it’s okay, you’re safe with me…”
He didn’t answer, simply nodding, as he was unable to look away from my cock. I can’t deny I understand why. The previous night I hadn’t really noticed, but it was basically as long as one of his forearms. And quite probably a tad larger! How he had managed to take the tip in his mouth and the whole thing in his ass? I suddenly realized that he was probably so drunk he didn’t feel pain the previous night, because there was no possibility he’d have felt nothing but pleasure with my member inside of him.
“Do you need help or something man?” he suddenly asked, sounding a bit mischievous. “Seems like you have some difficulties blowing off!”
“You little rascal!” I laughed, as I aimed my cock at him and stopped holding back - and I came with a loud roar.
Thick, long ropes of cum hit him in the face. One of the many perks of not being a smol. We cum literal buckets when we release our seed. He hadn’t been expecting it, apparently, because he did recoil a little, but I was holding him and I grunted loudly as more of my sperm came out to mark him. Because that’s what I was doing, a primeval part of my brain told me. Marking my man, my territory. Those smol little bitches, even the few Bigs who had mocked him, now they’d know, just smelling him, he was mine. My boyfriend. My man.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped as I finally removed my hand from his hips and allowed him to crumple on me, as he tried to remove a bit of the gooey stuff from his face. “Fuck, I needed that, bro. You okay? I didn’t make you afraid or something, right?”
“I’m fine!” he rasped, still half stunned. “God help me, how much did you cum? Did you store it for a month or something like that, man?”
“Nah, pretty bog standard amount for a second ejaculation in a day, if you ask me,” I replied almost absent-mindedly, as I was far more focused on his well-being than the limits of my physiology, putting it back in the pants.
“What the… You came once already and there was still that much…” he mumbled, turning his adorable cum-covered face to me, eyes bulging and jaws hanging. “You’re kidding right?”
“Just you wait until this evening, bro” I grinned. “I’ll have even more in store for you. Because you look fantastic like that. You sure you don’t want a second round now, just to perfect your makeup?”
“No!” he yelped, turning bright red under the white of my jizz. “I… I mean… Fuck! Why does everything you do is so stupidly hot and sexy and me…” he continued, looking at the pitance he had released on me. “That’s just…”
“Super sexy” I cut him off. “lifting his downcast head with a finger so he looked at me. “You’re sexy, Jeff. You’re my boyfriend, I love you and I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you with me, okay? You don’t need to feel bad about it” I added, pointing at the jizz he had ejaculated on my powerful abs. “I love it. I love the way we’re so different and yet we love each other. So don’t feel bad, please, bro.”
“Okay… but… I really need to get a second shower now… what are you doing?” he gasped when I clutched him against my torso, ignoring the cum I had covered him with, and started to get up.
“I made this mess, I need to clean it. And I’m not passing up an opportunity to see you naked!” I added with a goofy grin as he blushed but hugged me tenderly.