I Won a Giant Man 03

It was summer. We were young. Brock stayed over for another sleepover.

"Jasper." He asked, "I have a request."

"What is it?"

"Can you... sleep naked?"

My mouth parted. "... why?"

He shrugged, almost bashfully.

There's only one reason... "But you have to keep your underwear on."

He beamed.

Just being naked in his presence turned me on.

He stripped looking me in the eye the whole time. Practically everything this large bodied man did captured my attention. I should have said he had to wear long sleeved pjs. Just in his underwear, his muscles and sculpted body were alluring.

I climbed into bed first, pulling the covers over me. Brock climbed in immediately after and wrapped himself around me. My back was flush against his body, cacooned, and his arm squeezed my waist. Though, his hands didn't wander. He was being... good. Did I want that? Oh well, his warm skin directly on mine, encompassing my much smaller frame was plenty to feel.

I wasn't sure how I was going to fall asleep, but we did have a busy day, so thankfully it was easier than I thought.

I couldn't breathe. I was burning up. I woke with my hips thrusting of their own accord. "Ooohhh." I heard myself moan.

It was still dark out.

I clutched at the arm gripping my dripping dick. I appreciated his muscles flexing as he worked me. How long had he been stroking me? I felt desperate.

"Brock," I whispered. My neck arched back. I was tense and my body was heated enough to be on the edge of sweating.

My other hand reached above. I gripped and pulled his hair. My shallow, breathy moans sounded whiny.

I erupted and fell back asleep, wrung out.

The sun shined through the curtains, waking me up in a more coherent manner. As soon as I was fully awake, the memory of the night's events slammed into me. I leaped on Brock.

"Oof, what's going on, babe? This is a hot way to wake up with you all over me."

I'd rubbed on his morning wood as I moved to sit higher up on him. Mine was evident and uncovered, almost directly in his face.

He stuck his tongue out, just inches from me, and did a rolling motion. "You want some help with that?" Ugh, he was making me crazy.

"You didn't ask for permission last night. You started when I was still sleeping! I ended up missing a lot of the pleasure..."

"You had a good dream about me? What was I doing, exactly?" His eyes lit up.

"You don't remember jacking me off in the middle of the night?"

His hips bucked, and he brought a hand up to do it again. "Like this?"

I grabbed his wrist and pushed it on the bed by his head.

He was so much stronger than me. He was merely appeasing me, letting me do what I wanted for now.

"Brock."

"I don't remember." His eyes flitted away as he said that.

He didn't remember?!!?! Yeah right.

Still, my dick jerked at the thought of Brock's hand on me, as if I hadn't just come a few hours ago. My precome dribbled on Brock's chest. He moaned, gathering the drops on the fingers of his free hand and licking them off.

This man would be my undoing.

I stroked my dick. Still sitting on his chest.

He shifted his hand being held under mine to bring our palms flush against each other. "Your hands are adorble. Cute little fingers." His fingers easily bent over the ends of mine. "And look at that small hand working your sexy dick."

Again, I thought I should feel emasculated, but I loved his attention. I knew he loved it, too, and meant them as compliments.

He watched me very attentively. His other hand brushed the curve of my hip, up and down.

When my thighs tensed, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue!!

Oh wow! Oohhh, that triggered my release. I aimed for his tongue and mouth, but got some on his cheeks and chest, too.

He swallowed appreciatively and licked up some that had escaped.

We lounged in bed a little while longer, me ignoring his elephant erection, until my mom called us down for breakfast.

Brock ate what ten people would, but my mom liked that she had another person to eat her cooking with gusto.

After breakfast, Brock said he should probably head home to at least get new clothes and prove to his family he's still alive and well. I guess he had been over at my place a lot so far.

I was trying to think of a reason to see him again when my parents invited him for a movie night! Perfect. He accepted and said he'd come back over in time for the pizza dinner.

That evening, my parents had two other couples over, and my sister invited a friend, too. It was a full house. We had a large projector in a casual family room with mismatching couches and love seats, but it worked. It was cozy.

Brock and I shared a blanket on the couch toward the back. He had one leg up on the couch and an arm around my waist. It was nice watching the movie, cuddled into Brock's side. I really really liked it. I was paying more attention to the hunky man next to me than the movie.

Well into it, I lifted my legs onto the couch to have both knees bent. The blanket provided cover, so even if anyone looked back here, no one could see what my hands were doing, or about to do...

I slid a hand to Brock's thigh and gently squeezed. He looked over at me and smiled, then turned back to the movie.

"Bring your hands out of the blanket. Rest them on the couch," I whispered to him.

He obediently did as I said. His left arm rested on the couch arm and his right laid behind my shoulders.

I waited a few more minutes before I started moving my hand up and down his thigh, inching closer to his inner thigh. Innocent enough.

He shifted in his seat as his pants grew tighter.

I eventually moved to fondle him over the cloth. He looked at me with anticipation, excitement, and nerves. He was growing growing growing uncomfortable. I should help him with that. I found the drawstrings. I pulled one end. Brock let out a breath. I loved bringing out this strong man's reactions.

First, I slipped under his pants but over his underwear. I fondled some more. He shifted in his seat again. I pulled out, stroked his lower abs, and went completely under. He hissed at the skin on skin contact.

"What was that?" My mom called out. "Do you need something, honey?"

Brock's eyes grew bigger. Hehe. He was nervous but not nervous enough for his cock to soften at all. I squeezed his balls.

"Nothing, we're just talking about the movie," I replied back. I rolled one ball then the other in my small hand and pulled on his sack.

For Brock's ears only, "Lift your hips up a little."

When he did so, I pulled his waistband and underwear down to his thighs. He looked conflicted, appreciative, and anxious at the situation. Huh, fully naked in public no problem, but getting a handy in the back of a living room with a couple other people gave him pause?

His thighs tensed when I started stroking his hot cock. I shifted, so I could use two hands on him. I needed both to get around him fully. His hips rolled up to meet my tightly clenched hands.

I jacked more quickly, faster and faster. His hips lost rhythm, jerking up. He let out a grunt that was thankfully drowned out by a loud scene from the movie. I kept going and going, until...

I let go, turning to his irritated face. It was a lull in the movie, a quieter scene.

"Brock, will you grab me another pop?" I said loudly enough for others to hear.

His eyes bugged out at me. I could see his internal screaming, 'How am I supposed to stand up with my hard cock and balls out of my pants!!?!?'

My dad said he'd get refreshments for everyone. Thanks were murmured across the room.

I smirked at Brock. 'Saved,' I mouthed.

I jacked him quickly right up until the point my dad came back with drinks, starting with us and passing them out to the rest. Brock thanked him and opened a can. He brought it to my lips for me to take a couple sips then set it on the side table.

When everyone settled in again, I returned to skimming his thighs up and down with my fingertips. I rubbed the side of his balls. Eventually, I started at his cockhead, clamping tightly around it and moving my hands down. Shudders ran up and down his body.

"Ah, Jasper." He liked that. A lot.

I repeated. Again and again. Slowly but tightly. His reactions were intoxicating. He held my eyes, as if he was getting off as much on my desire from watching him as my touch.

He opened his mouth, to beg me to do more or stop, I don't know, but nothing came out.

I felt his balls draw up tight, so I stopped.

He whined, again thankfully drowned out by the movie.

His eyes pleaded so sweetly.

I shifted up on my knees to reach his ear. I mouthed it before saying, "This is payback for playing with me last night. And lying about it."

He stilled. Hmm, nothing to say?

The movie ended, and he quickly pulled up his shorts and underwear. He carried the blanket in front of him to hid his tent as we all shuffled from the lounge.

I delayed going back to my room, doddling in the kitchen and helping clean up stuff, so he'd have to walk around uncomfortably and in fear of being caught. Only my sister gave me an unimpressed look about it. Whatever.

He made it, though.

As soon as the door closed behind us, I ordered him to drop the blanket. He tossed it on a nearby dresser.

Oh man... He was all man. His ginormous meat stuck straight out through his thin sweats.

It twitched in appreciation of my gaze, showing off for me.

"Undress me for bed."

His eyes lit up in excitement, and he quickly moved in front of me, arms out.

"Wait!"

He froze on a dime.

"You... undress first. Then, assist me, um, while naked."

My mouth dried when he revealed his sculpted abs and pecs. His arms flexed. Did he flex the rest of his body on purpose, too?

Hmmmmph. I mean, I was appreciating an objectively fit body.

He even turned to allow me a glimpse of his shoulder and back muscles.

I laughed, "Stop showing off."

"Do you really want me to stop?"

"You're right, keep going." I wanted to run my hands all over him. I had taken a step towards him without realizing. I took a step back.

He hooked his thumbs in his waistband of the sweats. He pushed slowly down down down. The base of his shaft was revealed. It kept going and going. His balls partially revealed behind. He kept sloooowly dragging his shorts down, and it seemed like his cock would never end! Finally, he pulled down to his knees, and his cock swung up, hitting his abs. That was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. I wanted to watch his cock be smacked or swatted again... Hm, later...

He approached me slowly, allowing me ample time to appreciate his bobbing cock.

He stopped an inch away from me. "Arms up."

I lifted, and he liften the hem of my shirt with one hand. The other caressed over every inch of revealed skin, over my abdomen, special attention to my slim waist (he really did love it a lot), palmed an erect nipple, and up my neck. He tossed my shirt into no man's land. Anywhere outside of the small circle where Brock and I resided was unknown to me at this point in time. His hand caressed my jaw, and his thick fingers brushed my lips. He pulled on my bottom lip.

I parted them and dashed my tongue out to swipe over two of his fingers.

He grunted.

I mouthed his pointer finger and sucked him in. Suctioning and rolling my tongue over and around it, like... I might do to other parts of him one day.

He full out groaned at the sensations.

I continued with heavy lidded eyes. Why did this affect me so much, too? Finally, I slowed and pulled off his finger with a long suction.

He stared at me for a moment before moving again.

When Brock crouched, his throbbing cock almost brushed the floor. I felt precome spill from my tip.

He kissed my waistline and pulled down my pants. He rubbed his cheek against my bulge, and my breathing stuttered. He kissed my thigh and gripped my underwear.

"You're sticky," he realized when he finished pulling them down. "You're making a mess." He paused, his breath ghosting across my naked dick, causing it to twitch and bob.

I brushed back his hair.

I heard him audibly gulp. "I could swallow your entirety in one slurp."

Ohh. My fingers tightened in his hair.

"Ask."

"Can I suck your yummy looking dick?"

"Hmmm, I'm undecided..." My dick throbbed!!

"Please."

He started kissing all over my body.

"Oh..."

"Please, Jasper. Let me suck you so good. I'll lick and worship you like you deserve. I want to wring every drop you have to give."

"Oka-ah!!"

He did exactly as described. He took me fully in his mouth with a noisy slurp. My shorter length only made it to the back of his mouth, if that. He suctioned around me - omg!!! - and moved up and down me. I never imagined oral would feel this good. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. His fat tongue licked the underside with every movement. I moaned unabashedly. My hips moved on their own, meeting his mouth. He hummed in encouragement, which I felt to my core.

His hand was moving under him. He was jacking himself while sucking me off!

He took a detour to suck my balls. Both together fit in his mouth! He lavished them wetly with his tongue as he sucked. I covered my mouth with a hand to muffle my loud moans.

Brock held my gaze as he fully enveloped me again. He suctioned like a vacuum. My legs went weak. I put more weight on my one hand steadying myself on his shoulder.

A warmth sprayed across my legs. Oh woah, that was Brock's come!! So hot! "Brock, did you just- ughhh!!" That and his wicked mouth triggered my own release. I unloaded in his eager mouth.

He continued his tight suction. He truly wrung me dry.

He pulled me to bed, laying me across him. Hmm, I guess he was my mattress now.

I couldn't wait for morning to start another day with him.