Chapter 1 - Baring my heart to you
I had stayed awake for hours, dread fighting with hope in me as I moved around our apartment. It was a good thing it was both made for someone my size and large, courtesy of my salary. Even then, the spacious living room, each of our bedrooms, the room used to collect all the stuff we wanted kept but didn't know what to do with, the large kitchen and the fifth, smaller room for guests felt small when he wasn't with me. Our plants, our books, our pictures. Everything reminds me of him and keeps me awake like that.
Jeff came back at two in the morning, drunk and crying. And I couldn’t endure it, not again. Not when I had assured him that all would go well, that of course, this time, the woman he had been talking to on the dating app, whatever it was, would be hooked. How couldn’t she? He was so beautiful! Even if I had never told him that, he wouldn’t have liked it, I suspected. So I had reassured him and when he hadn’t been back at 21h, I had been relieved.
Looking down at him now, I realized how wrong I had been. His short brown hair was a mess, his eyes puffy and red and his small body shivering, wracked by silent sobs. He hadn’t noticed me, too lost in his pain and I felt my heart being crushed looking at him like that. We had been friends for well over a decade. And my feelings for him had become clear to me almost seven years ago by now. I had never acted on them, I couldn’t.
“Hey Jeff,” I called him, “need anything bro?”
He winced, almost as if he had been slapped and it pained me. But I couldn’t let him hurt himself. Not again. Not when I had seen the scars on his arms, when he hadn’t been quick enough to cover them, a month ago. What kind of friend would I be if I let my best friend suffer like that? I covered the distance in two great strides, kneeling in front of him, to try and make my towering 3m60 seem less imposing compared to his 1m68.
You have to understand, I’m a Big. A tall one, at that, most Bigs never break the 3m40 after all, men and women. I had been unhappy with my size when I had met Jeff in High School. He also was suffering from low esteem due to his body’s particularities. He helped me a lot, even if he didn't realize it. I hit the gym because of him. I became who I am thanks to him. And I kept failing him.
“Sorry Mike,” he mumbled, looking away from him. “I… I woke you up.”
“It’s fine, bro. You know I don’t need as much sleep as you tiny things,” I said, smiling, trying to assuage him. “I guess it didn’t work out quite as well as…”
“She fucking laughed in my face,” he exploded, fresh tears running down his pale cheeks, turning red by his shame. “Because I’m… I’m a pathetic ugly freak!”
“Hey now! That’s not true man! She was just a super bitch! You should have called me or came back early! We could have hit the bars or something, lift your spirits and-”
“What would have been the point!” he cried out, interrupting me. “More… more time wasted pretending I’m not a loser, that nobody loves me, nobody will ever love me and I should just go and die in a ditch!”
“I love you.”
I blurted it out. Not thinking, not able to be careful, to skirt the subject, to try and lift his spirits, getting him out of his pain. I forgot about all my fears of hurting our friendship, of losing it. I couldn’t be focusing on that, I needed to help him. I bared my heart to him, to let him know someone cared about him in the way he wanted those women to do, even when they never did, when they spat on him, mocking his body and failing to notice his heart.
“Ah! I love you too, bro, but it’s not the same thing,” he sniffled, looking away from me still, until I forced his head to turn toward me, and I kissed him on the lips, letting my large tongue enter his mouth, stealing his breath away.
“I love you, Jeff,” I repeated, when I finally broke the kiss, hugging him, lifting him so he could be pressed on my muscular body, trying to convey the depth of my feelings for him. “I know…” I continued, but he stopped me.
Not with words.He pressed his own lips on mine, his tiny and frail arms thrown around my neck. I could taste the alcohol in his mouth, but I didn’t care about it. Come tomorrow morning, he’d have forgotten all, but at least I would know it had happened and we’d be able to pretend nothing had changed between us. I let my hands move to his ass, and I felt him tense, before I groped it tenderly.
“I love you, and your big ass, bro,” I whispered, lifting my head to break his desperate kiss, smiling lovingly at his pale flushed face.
He whimpered, clutching me tighter. He looks so good on my skin, I can’t help but notice it. He’s really pale, not like someone who never sees the light of the sun, just naturally low in melanin. I’m from the West Indies you see, my skin is way darker - I do look Black. But I also have some heavy White ancestry, it shows in my green eyes and blond hair. I’m quite the looker, I’ve been told a lot. Jeff is more beautiful than I can ever hope to be, to me.
“You don’t think that, it’s disgusting…” he mumbled, but he leant even more into my powerful pecs, my abs, making me sigh with a mixture of sadness and pleasure - he yelped when my fingers went beneath his pants and caressed his ass.
You have to understand, Jeff’s ass is big. Not big for a man. Or even big for someone who’s not a Big. Just, overall, big. Huge, in fact, on his frame, a real bubble butt, swaying and wobbling in a tantalizing way with every step he takes. Not getting hard watching him do anything was always a struggle. Now, it’d be harder when he’d wake up tomorrow and I’d have to pretend he just came home wasted and went to bed alone.
“I love your ass, bro,” I told him tenderly, kissing his lips lightly - even his face is very feminine, not a trace of facial hair, high cheeks, large eyes with long lashes. I did not say it out loud, of course. I know it'd hurt him and I refuse to do that to him. Ever.
“I… Are you hard?” he suddenly gasped and it was my turn to freeze.
You see, I’m Big. All over. You could say I’m well hung, but that's an understatement. Flaccid, it’s already over 32 cm long. Hard? How boy, last time I measured it, I hadn’t finished growing, it was at least 66 cm. I’m pretty sure it got even bigger now, at least by 7 or 8 centimeters, maybe more. I honestly don’t really care about it, beyond the fact I always tried to avoid showing even the outline to Jeff - he cared about that sort of thing, and he was rather… small down there, from what I had understood.
“Sorry. I should let you get a shower and then sleep, bro…” I mumbled, but I was unable to put him back on the ground, not when I was finally able to hug him like I had wanted to for years and years, and to kiss him, to feel his soft breath on the skin of my neck.
“Yeah, you should…” he replied, his voice as low as me, his brown eyes gazing into mine. “But I need to feel loved, Mike…”
My breath got caught in my throat. I knew I needed to let him go, I could still save our friendship, pretend nothing had happened. But his voice, that quivering little voice, desperate for some warmth to fill the void where he craved love so much. It broke my resolve, and I kissed him again. Not tenderly now, but with passion. I carried him to my bed and I let myself fall on it, pinning Jeff under my massive body, leaving him gasping as I bit my lower lips seductively, as I let my own desires free, for once.
“Like what you see, bro?” I asked him as I got back a little, removing my night t-shirt, revealing my perfectly defined muscles, shifting my hips just enough to put my hard cock, through my shorts, right over his own. “All this body’s for you, Jeff. Are you sure you want it?”
“I can take it,” he said, sounding unsure even in his cockiness, and he made me smile.
“I never doubted that, bro,” I replied, tracing the contour of his face. “But do you want it? I… I want to plow your ass, Jeff. I want to feel you underneath me, as I fuck your big juicy ass, but I’ll only do that if you agree with it.”
“Can I see your dick first?” he asked, bringing one of my fingers to his mouth and sucking it gently, being the hottest man on Earth as he did so, effortlessly.
“You just have to ask, bro,” I laughed, elation washing over me. “I’ve always wanted to show you my whole body - and to see yours, in all its glory.”
He was about to answer, but stopped when I removed my shorts. His eyes bulged and I heard him suck in a shaky breath as he took me in. I won’t lie, it made me feel good to see my little love reacted like that the first time he saw my body in the dimly lit room. I almost flexed for him, but I didn’t want to overwhelm him. I returned to the bed on all four, moving until my cock was near his face.
“You don’t need to force yourself to do anything, bro,” I told him. “I know I’m pretty big down there, I don’t want you to get hurt. Just pumping would be - oh shit!”
He was licking me. I gasped and tensed, and did my best not to blow my nuts just yet. Fuck me, but Jeff was really good. He had zero sexual experience but he was freaking good. I had fucked a lot of people by then - really. I was easily in a high two digits number, perks of being a Big. Somehow we were all smol magnets. They don’t like we call them that, by the way - but it makes me hot calling them smol, even my smol little Jeff.
“Jeff, bro… You can’t do that and not give me a fellatio now,” I whined, and he did just that!
I gasped again when I felt his tiny mouth engulfing my member. I steadied myself, refusing to let my hips move. I didn’t want to fuck Jeff’s face. Not like that, not when I just revealed my feelings for him! I needed to take things slow, if I hoped to salvage our relationship. I was sure I’d have a lot of efforts to do to save it and using my crush’s head like a fleshlight would prevent me from doing that, even in my lust-addled state I knew it.
“Stop,” I asked him, preparing to remove my cock from his mouth before I came. “I want to fuck your ass and see your face when you’ll orgasm, bro.”
He let go of my cock, which popped out of his mouth with a loud plop. We laughed, he and I, and I felt my cheeks darkening. I love the way he laughs. It was true then, it is still true now. When he laughs, it’s almost as if all the pain and suffering and self-deprecation he suffers from just disappears. He makes my heart flutter and all I want is to prolong the laugh of my love. That night, as he laughed with me, I gently moved him up on the bed so I could see his face as I penetrated him for the first time.
“Be gentle,” he asked me.
“Always,” I responded, kissing him again, tenderly. “Tell me if you want me to stop at any time, okay, bro?”
He nodded, shyly now. He was beautiful then, looking small and self-conscious suddenly, as if he hadn’t been asking for my cock just a few moments ago. I purred, and he heard me and he smiled shyly, making me shy also. He looked so fragile, so exhausted! Could I really just put my cock in his anus like that, like some sort of brute? I hesitated but I felt him move his hips and push himself closer to my hard member. He was clearly drunk, but he wanted it, and I did too.
I positioned my cock and pushed gently, using one hand to part his ass cheeks open. He gasped and tensed when the head went in, but he didn’t ask me to stop, didn’t even whimper. I pushed myself deeper and deeper into him, marvelling at his ability to take me in like that. I realized he was hard, looking down to make sure I wasn’t hurting him. It was… really small. One of my nuts was bigger than both of his and a good part of his dick! I felt angry at those women who had mocked him for it and his unusual physique.
“You’re beautiful, Jeff…” I told him, putting my free hand on his cheek, caressing it, enjoying the way his head leant into it. “You really are, you’ve always been, bro… And the way you can take me… so sexy…”
He moaned softly, looking so vulnerable. I felt the urge to protect him battling with the urge to pound him hard. I managed to find a balance, as I started to gyrate my hips, making him gasp and squirm but not so fast and hard that he was in pain. I was taking the sight in whole, the way he tensed and relaxed as I moved in and out, the little squirms, the soft moans. I covered his whole body with mine and gasped when I felt his smol lips on my nipple, harder than it had any right to be while I gave love to Jeff.
“I love you, Jeff,” I repeated, again and again, as I plowed his ass, making him whimper and cum on my hard abs, his jizz drying while I hadn’t even unloaded myself, too focused on him to care about my own release - until he said two words.
“Creampie me.”
I did. I came with a loud roar, my whole body tensing, as I cradled him, unleashing a torrent of cum in his ass, like I had dreamed to do so many times before, like I had jerked off fantasizing about a million times at least. And as I finished, as my body relaxed, I felt his own do the same. Before I knew it, he was sleeping peacefully, exhausted but with a smile of bliss on his lips.
“You’re so lovely when you’re happy, Jeff,” I whispered tenderly.
I should have removed myself from him then. A simple move of the hips, and it would have done the trick, but I couldn’t. I felt so well, connected to him both physically and emotionally. Gone was the self loathing and the pain of his return, the constant battle with his ego to deal with his negative self-image. I caressed his face again, biting my lips as I shifted his, cradling him in my arms.
“I’ll just wake up before you and bring you to your bed, bro. You won’t remember it happened and I’ll help you find a girl.”
I was on my back now, with the light weight of my bro on me. I looked at him longingly. I wished I could be honest with him, bare my feelings to him when he’d remember it. He was so beautiful. Yes, in a non-traditional way for a man. He did have the femboy look nailed down, and that ass! Just looking at it got me half hard again - and that’s when I realized that even soft, I had still been in him. My breath caught in my throat. I really needed to get out of that tight, delicious, anus.
I did not. I looked at him, listening to his breathing. It soothed me, and before I knew it, I was also sleeping. I always woke up before him anyway, so I think I had rationalized that it wouldn’t be a problem. I had a pleasant dream, I think. I didn’t remember them, as what I had just lived through was better than anything my mind could conjure. I wish I had remembered them, perhaps it would have prepared me better for what happened when I woke up.
Because, when I finally opened my eyes, I was laying on my side, my arms still cradling him, my morning wood painfully constrained by his insides, and his own pushed against my lower abdomen, grazing my abs and almost driving me wild. It was late for a Sunday, at least around 10 in the morning. And my smile vanished when, looking down at Jeff’s lovely face, I was met with his brown eyes open and looking into mine.
He had woken up before me, and now I couldn’t hide the fact that I had taken his anal virginity and destroyed our friendship.
Word Count: 2639
Added: 03/30/2025
Updated: 04/15/2025
Chapter 2 - I’m into you
“Mike, what the fuck!?”
I wish I could tell you I managed to find a good retort. Something, anything, to not freak out the man I love, to make him realize that all was okay. That waking up between my arms, my cock deep inside of him was just something we’d soon laugh about. Perhaps that with a swift and delicate caress I’d eased him into accepting the situation and brought us to gentle morning lovemaking.
Instead, all I could do was stutter half formed words, looking at him and his confused, no, afraid face. It broke my heart and I almost bolted. Almost. But I didn’t. Because I love Jeff. Because I didn’t want to risk making him believe I was disgusted by him or what we had done. I slowly pushed myself up and then, only then, when I dominated his petite body, did I exit him. I noticed how hard he was, and I hoped it was not just his own morning wood, that somehow he had liked the experience.
“You… You should go first to the shower” I croaked. “I take too much hot water when I shower … I’ll be in the toilets.”
“Mike, you can’t just…” he started but then he stopped. “Fuck… I’ve a splitting headache, my ass is killing me and… We’ll be talking about it, you hear me, man!?”
“Yeah. I swear I…”
He got up and rushed to his room. I didn’t dare watch him go. I didn’t want to be aroused by his huge naked ass. I needed to keep it together. I clutched my hands together, battling the anger at myself. I had held out for seven years. Seven fucking years! And now I’d blown up what I had with Jeff! Just because I couldn’t control myself! I was a fucking moron, or so I felt at the time, and I really berated myself. I only managed to get up when I heard the shower going and I slowly walked toward the toilets.
I sat and did what I needed to do, battling my emotions. I had fucked up, I knew it. I focused on what I’d need to do to help Jeff. The apartment was in my name, he was crashing here because he never had a relationship with someone else, and I love him, and it was a good enough reason to have him as a roommate as far as I was concerned. Now, I’d need to help him find a place of his own. That was the least I could do.
“Okay, I’m waiting in the living room,” he said to me, from the other side of the door. “I… uh… yeah…” he mumbled and I heard him moving away.
I dashed back to my room to pick my clothes for the day and then to the shower. I started the water, and just as I entered the shower, I started to sob. I tried to choke the sound out with my fist in front of my mouth. I didn’t want Jeff to see me like that. He should have been the one crying, he had been the one abused! I didn’t deserve to feel bad about myself. But I could help it. I curled into a ball and cried out.
“Mike!? Are you okay?”
I gasped and looked up. Jeff was here, looking at me as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It wasn’t so surprising, he had never even seen me teary eyed. I’m a big strong Big, I didn’t cry. I was the rock that helped him, enjoying the chance to be with him while he’d get a great life, with a great girl that would make him feel loved and important, like he so deserved. Instead, I had taken his anal virginity just because I couldn’t resist my urges. God, I was pathetic, that day.
“Okay, uh… listen man… I’m sorry I… I had forgotten my phone here, I didn’t want to… I hadn’t heard you, uh… Look, Mike. We… we’ll talk it out, okay? I… I don’t want you to feel bad about yourself, you uh… yeah… Take your time, man.”
He put a hand on my shoulder, his small and frail fingers so soft on my hard muscles. I looked at him, we were at eye level. I couldn’t help myself. He was clothed, I was already wet, but I brought his face to mine and I kissed him. I was desperate, I hated myself for doing that to him again, but he was here, worrying about me, proving once more why I had fallen in love with his beautiful heart. He was frozen in place but he didn’t push me back and I finally broke the kiss.
“Oh man… you really don’t like that shirt with its long sleeves, eh?” he tried to joke.
“No, I don’t,” I rasped. “I like to see more of you, not less…”
He chuckled, blushed and looked everywhere but me and the erect monster that was becoming really hard to ignore. A part of me wanted to bring him fully in the shower and to make love to him, to caress his water-covered ass, to enjoy its juiciness for all its worth. I did nothing of the sort and gently pushed him away. I somehow felt better, like one could get better after drinking too much by adding a good gulping down of beer. Fuck me.
“Eh, try to be quick, man,” he finally said, still red and darting away - and this time I looked at his perfect backside, biting my lips.
I showered, trying to cool my head. I also jerked off, because I knew it was the only way I would be able to face Jeff out there. I needed my hormones down and my nuts empty if I wanted to be able to even think properly. He had not pushed me back when I kissed him. Hadn’t reciprocated either, but he hadn’t seemed disgusted. It had to count for something, surely? It had to mean at least some of our friendship remained, even if I was an impulsive moron, right?
I dried myself, got clothed and went out of the bathroom, only to be met with the smell of sausages, eggs and fries hitting my nostrils. I hadn’t realized I had spent so long in there - nor that Jeff had been cooking. And when I reached the living room, I was greeted by an enormous plate full of food for me - and a far smaller for him, with Jeff struggling to pour orange juice into a Big glass. He hadn’t noticed me, and I felt my love for him grow even more - God, he was just perfect.
“Here, let me help you with that, bro” I managed to say, as I positioned myself behind him and lifted the juice, to pour us both our fill.
“Th… thanks man,” he stuttered, blushing again as he looked up at me.
“You’re welcome, Jeff” I replied, my throat tightening again, as I looked down at him.
I rushed to my side of our little table. Well, little for me, for a smol like Jeff, it was pretty large, enough for a family of six, he had said once, laughing. God, I wanted so much to hear him laugh again, even if I knew I had fucked up and he’d never want to speak to me, once he’d be over what had happened and I’d have help him find a place of his own. He fought back tears again as he took his seat, putting a hand on my eyes, as I started eating slowly, savoring his cooking. He had always been a killer cook.
“So… uh… We sort of need to, uh… speak about what happened tonight man,” he finally said after long minutes of silence where we ate slowly. “I mean, last thing I remember is getting hammered because I had another abysmal failure of a date, and then I’m naked in your bed with you all over me and, uh… also inside… It’s… What the fuck happened, Mike?”
“I’m sorry, bro…” I replied, pushing the words as best I could. “I… when you came home, you were so distraught and, and… You said no one loves you and I… I couldn’t let you hurt yourself…”
I paused to extend a hand to catch his own, which was already viciously pinching his skin, without his conscious realization, as far as I could say. He looked puzzled as my large dark fingers, the color of nut brew, grazed his own, then seemed to notice what he had been doing. He blushed and stopped, and I retracted my hand, putting it on the table, shaking, as I battled the need to get up and hug him tight and tell how much he mattered to me.
“I love you,” I finally said. “Not as a bro… even if we are! But I…” I looked away, tears welling again in my eyes. “Fuck, like you could fall in love with a girl, I guess…”
“Since when?” he asked me softly, seemingly a little stunned by my honesty.
“Remember that time when you told Dwayne his truth at Kathie’s party? That’s the day I realized what my feelings for you were.”
“That was seven years ago, man!” he gasped. “You… you’ve been, what, crushing on me ever since and you told me nothing? You’re into me because I look like a girl, aren’t you!” he added, his voice full of hurt suddenly.
“No!” I boomed, louder than I wanted as he winced and shrunk back in his chair. “Sorry, bro. I… I love you for who you are. Yeah, I… I find your body attractive, I won’t lie about it. But that’s because it’s yours, okay? Not because you look like a girl - because you don't, bro!” I hastily added, I knew it was something he really didn’t want to be told about him. “I Just… you know I’m bi anyway. And you’re a sexy smol man is all,” I finished, trying and failing to push a chuckle out.
“I’m not into men, Mike,” he said slowly, looking at his plate, and I winced and looked at mine - until I felt one of his tiny hands, its fingers gently clutching my own and looked up. “But, uh… I think I’m into you?” he finished, blushing.
“What?”
I looked up at his face, as he looked away, avoiding my gaze, looking redder than a ripe tomato. My own face probably looked quite funny, because I was stunned. I think if a lightning bolt had struck me, I wouldn’t have been so shocked. He was into me? Jeff was into me? A bubbling laugh of relief escaped me, and I couldn’t hold it off. I jumped out of my chair, letting it clamber on the floor and I rushed to him. He wanted to say something, but I lifted out of his chair and kissed him, caressing his whole body.
“Fuck, Mike!” he gasped when I broke the kiss for a second, to allow him to breathe, but I dived right back, tears of relief running down my cheeks, as an atrocious weight I hadn’t even realized had been on me all those years finally lifted.
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” I finally chuckled. “I mean, I just got the best boyfriend, you can cut me some slack, right bro?”
“Boyfriend?” he squeaked adorably, and I kissed him again, adding a little bit of groping where needed, and I swear I felt him mellowing out in my arms.
“Yeah,” I moaned. “My boyfriend. My sexy smol boyfriend, that’ll finally receive all the love he deserves and more…” I added, kissing him in the neck and making him moan. “I should have done that years ago…”
“I… I don’t know…” he gasped. “I… I only started to… ah, to have some ideas about you and me, uh, like… four months ago, man” he revealed, mightily embarrassed and it made me laugh a little. “It’s not funny!” he whined.
“Yes it is, Jeff, bro. You’ve been having wet dreams of me for months and I was just here and you never thought to ask? Meanwhile, I got hard thinking of you at midnight and did my best to avoid you noticing.Come on, a bit funny, right?”
He didn’t answer, and I kissed him again. He gave back now, putting his arms around my neck, and nibbling my lips. I broke the kiss, we gazed longingly at each other, two idiots finally being honest with ourselves and the man we cared the most about, and we kissed again. It wasn’t like yesterday, where a fire had consumed me. No, it was slow, deliberate, shared. Something that we both wanted, that we both tried to enhance. I felt his small hands move to my pecs, massaging them.
“Fuck, they’re hard as rock,” he gasped. “And you’re not even trying to build up more anymore, right? Stopped bulking out two years ago, give or take…”
“Hum, yep. Want them to be bigger, bro?” I asked him. “I could bulk out for you, I only stopped because you seemed a little uncomfortable about it, you know?”
“I… I was getting a little aroused by how muscular you were becoming,” he admitted. “Man, I’m a freak, right?”
“Nope. You’re a sexy man who knows what he likes in his Big boyfriend” I laughed, holding him, cradling him against my powerful physique, enjoying the way his ridiculously large ass felt in my arms, the way he shifted.
“We, uh, we should finish eating, before it gets cold” he finally managed to say, after well near a minute lost in my eyes.
“You’re right, bro. You cooked for me when you didn’t have to, I don’t want to let any of that go to waste.”
I put him back in his chair and caressed his back as I circled back to mine. I also put a great show of really rolling my shoulders and stretching, letting my muscles flex. I was rewarded with a muffled gasp and a rush of two hands toward a crotch to hide what was probably a very hard erection. I smiled, with far more confidence than I truly felt. God, he was adorable, but I needed to contain myself. I sat back and started eating eagerly. Even colder, it was still delicious, especially now that I could really savor it.
“So, uh… What do we do now?” he finally asked me. “I… I mean, I’ve never been in a relationship so, uh… i… I don’t want to fuck this up” he added when I looked up from my plate.
“Relax, Jeff,” I told him softly. “We’ll just be doing what we usually do on a Sunday afternoon, playing video games together, bitching about work or just watching TV, like we always do. We’ll just be a little bit more touchy than usual, and you can expect me to kiss really often. I’m very big on kissing in a relationship. That and caressing. Doesn’t need to lead to sex, if you don’t feel ready yet bro. But I’ll definitely kiss you all over.”
“And… and can I kiss you too?” he asked. “On the muscles, I mean!” he added, so red I swear I could feel the heat of his face from my side of the table!
“Bro… You don’t even need to ask. You want to kiss me, you kiss me. We’re boyfriends now! Oh man! It's a dream come true! Sorry in advance if I sound a little like I’m on cloud 9, Jeff. But what a fucking emotional rollercoster.”
“You’ve got a strange way to call fucking me in the ass, man,” he grinned, reverting a little to his smartass personality I loved so much.
“Nah. I call that claiming my man,” I replied in a very deadpanning way, finishing my plate. “Now hurry up. I want to watch something with you, bro. Holding you. Cause you look fucking hot when you blush.”
He proved me dead right again, by blushing deliciously.
Chapter 3 - Making us Work
Word Count: 2773
Added: 04/15/2025
Updated: 04/15/2025
Chapter Notes:
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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.