I Won a Giant Man 04

We went skateboarding at the park one evening to record each other doing tricks and finished by eating the sandwiches we had made for a late dinner.

"What should we do now?" I asked as I licked the mayo from my fingers.

Brock grabbed my hand and finished cleaning off my fingers in a very suggestive way. "We could go to your place."

"You know, you've never invited me over to your place. Why?"

"I just haven't thought of it. Want to come over now? It may be hectic."

"Hmm 'kay."

He undersold the hectic part. Before we even walked in the house, two of his brothers were passing a football around in the yard but ended up tackling each other by the time we made it to the front door. Then, water guns appeared?

They rampaged inside right after us, like a heard of elephants. Brock headlocked them both as his mom met us at the door.

I politely introduced myself to her, and she resonded warmly, as the aformentioned fourth brother, maybe just an inch or two shorter than Brock's 6'10" ran down the stairs and joined, also with a water gun!

The brothers knocked over a chair and started calling each other names. An arm smacked out and hit me on the side.

"Oof!" I would've been knocked over if Brock's mom hadn't caught and righted me. She was tall and strong, but looked very lovely, however she managed it with four boys.

Brock yelled at them, "Idiots! This is why I can't ever bring the guy I like over!"

They slowed down and looked at me. Uh oh. I don't know if I liked their attention directed at me.

They dropped their wrestling positions and crowded me, throwing questions at me. I couldn't see anything past their heights and wide shoulders. I couldn't understand what they asked, and they kept cutting me off whenever I tried to answer.

I took a water gun from the nearest brother and sprayed all of them!!

They hooted and hollared in laughter but then actually listened to me for a second.

"Gosh you guys, everyone take two steps back. Okay, start with your names, ages,... and height!"

They all introduced themselves, intermittently ribbing eachother. Their mom handed us some cut up fruit.

"I'm sorry for spraying water in your entryway," I said regretfully.

She laughed. "Don't worry your little head about that. I'm used to it. It'll dry."

We moved to the living room where video gaming had begun. Brock's brothers were so much more talkative than him! They laughed and joked, while he just seemed irritated. He played the responsible older brother well.

Their dad came down a while later. A hulk of a man.

"Nice to meet you, son." He nodded at me cordially, then had a complete change in tone of voice addressing his sons. "Time for bed! Now!! No, no excuses, no whining, no nothing. Now."

The brothers mumbled but shut everything down.

Brock lead me by the hand up to his room. His room was farthest away from everyone else. Said he had to beat up his brothers one by one to claim and keep this room.

He pulled me inside and hugged me from behind.

"You doing okay?"

"Yeah! Your brothers are super fun!"

"Good, they loved you, too, obviously. That's why they were on their best behavior."

"That was good behavior?"

He snorted. "Oh yeah."

I do not know how his mother had those four back to back and survived the past however many years raising them!

"So this is your room?"

"Yup." The 'p' popped.

"It looks almost exactly how I imagined it."

It was in darker colors, mostly navy and maroon. He had a HUGE bed, blackout curtains, sports trophies on shelves, and a desk and chair I might need help getting up to. He had pictures on the wall of action movies and family and friends.

While I finished snooping, Brock started getting ready for bed.

We showered seperately. He gave me some old clothes to wear. I was still drowning in it. He pinched my cheek as he called me cute.

I moved to his bed, running a hand over the covers. "Soooo, do you usually rub one out in this bed before going to sleep?"

He hugged me again. "Yeah."

"Can I see?"

"You want to... watch me?"

I nodded. "You watch me all the time."

He cleared his throat. "Well, okay."

"Pretend I'm not here."

"Riiight."

He undressed and sat in bed with his back propped on the headboard and pillows. I'd never tire of this man's naked form.

With one hand behind his head, biceps bulging, he pumped some lotion from his beside table and got to it.

I sat on the end of the bed.

"Do you usually look at something?"

"Sometimes, but I have you right now, don't I?"

I blushed. I moved up to sit between his legs and put a hand on his shin. I already wanted to touch him.

As his erection inflated to full size, I noticed myself caressing his skin as if I wanted to rub him, too. Actually, I definitely did.

His second hand joined. He had one hand doing smooth stroks base to tip while the other rolled his balls. His hands were so manly. His cock was both large, obviously, but also well proportioned. His dark mushroom head drew me in as it slipped in and out of his fist. Oh my...

I moved closer. My hand on his knee now.

He gave more love to his tip with quick, focused movements. His arm and chest muscles were so hot as he pleasured himself!

I rested my hand on his biceps to feel the muscles there working dutifully. I hadn't noticed how close I'd moved up.

I'd been so focused on the rest of his body, when I looked at his face, his expression sent heat through me. He was only focused on me.

I ran a hand down his chest. I rested on his fluttering abs. So hot!

He rubbed some precome off his tip to lubricate his shaft. Yum.

I, again, didn't notice moving closer and closer to him. My head was inches away from him. The neckline of the large shirt he gave me exposed a bare shoulder as I bent over. His hand was blurring at the excited speed of his masturbation.

But when I leaned forward, he slowed down and stroked lower on his shaft. I looked up at him and back down.

I licked his cockhead.

He shuddered a breath.

I tasted hints of the lotion amd his salty precome. Mostly, it just smelled like him. Him and his just washed velvety skin. I mouth it. "No coming until I say."

"I don't know if I can hold off."

"You'll be punished."

Did his arousal increase? "Punish me. It'll be worth it."

"No, it won't." I scraped my teeth and bit down slightly.

"Ah!" His chest was caving in with his breaths. Eyes wide.

"Good, you're trying really hard, aren't you?"

He nodded, his cock flushed and the rest of him increasingly red.

"Good pet."

Through the pain, he was pleased at pleasing me. That was heady.

I sucked him down as much as I could, which was barely a few inches past his cockhead, and bobbed my head.

He howled.

I wasn't even halfway, but I'd improve over time. I slurped and tugged with my hands on the base I couldn't reach, replacing his hand. His entire body was shaking. He was going to blow soon.

I popped off. "Okay, you can come however and wherever you want."

I thought he'd facefuck me to oblivion. My own dick was heavy and ready in anticipation.

Instead, he caught me completely off guard by lifting me as easily as a stuffed animal and slamming me on the bed.

He crouched on his knees, ripping off my shorts, and lifting my legs over his, exposing me fully. One large hand on the middle of my chest held me down while the other tightly gripped my rock hard member. He squeezed and released, squeezed and released without stroking, testing my anatomy. Even that caused my head to fall back. I shifted my hips, wanting, needing.

This huge man bent to kiss my dripping dickhead. It was like I was struck by lightening. My entire body seized. He liked the reaction enough to do it again and again.

A growl ripped out from deep within his chest.

He straightened back up and jacked me. I shouted his name as I tried to ground myself by clawing the sheets.

His other hand slid down my body, molding to each dip and crevice. He fondled my balls for a fraction of a second, pushed midline across my perineum and between my cheeks to land on my hole.

"Brock, I-"

"You said any way I want," he cut me off.

My moans and body stuttered. He pushed the end of one large finger in me, and I came!!

He released me before my orgasm ended to jerk himself once, twice, then aimed his fat cock to mark me with his never ending load! It mixed with mine. His finger shoved deeper deeper deeper, until his knuckle pressed against me. Only one finger of this giant's and I felt full. My dick jerked and released the last of its stores.

Brock was still spilling on my skin. All across my abdomen and chest. On my spent, twitching dick. On my balls. His juice slipped down my crack, wetting his knuckle shoved against me.

"You're mine now," he growled, his chest still heaving, now from the exertion of releasing both our pent up pleasure.

He moved my legs and rearranged us so he was spooning me. His arm was tight around me. His other hand rubbed over both our come, rubbing it fully into my skin.

I fell asleep almost immediately.

When I woke up, my muscels ached. We were still naked and in the same position. Had I not moved at all, or had Brock's body around me and his grip on me not allowed movement?

My body was sore, and the skin of my front was crusted uncomfortably with our come. Still, I felt peaceful and sated.

Brock's iron clad arms left no space between us.

I arched my back to rub against the third leg I felt pressed between my cheeks.

His breath was hot against the top of my head. "I've been waiting all night. Permission to grind against your perfect hole?"

"G-granted."

I gripped his arm, my nails digging in when his never ending pole dragged along my sensitive rim.

Oh woahhh, that was nice.

He lifted my cheek, jamming himself tightly against me, and letting go to perfectly wrap around his sensual length.

I felt my hole flutter at the sensations. Occasionally, he moved in a way where his cockhead indented my rim, then his entire mile long shaft glided over it.

"I think you're gonna make me come from this!" I gasped.

"Can I come with you? Please?"

"You can come with me, or - ughh! - wait and play with me again today."

He moaned. "That. I need as much of you as I can get."

His iron band moved to gently squeeze my balls then jack me in time with his thrusts against my backside.

"I didn't say you could touch- Oohhh!!" I started squirting in his hand. He aimed me up, so I again blew over myself. Naughty pet.

After ringing out every last drop, he pushed me on my back, covered me with his monster body, barely keeping from crushing me, and- kissed me!!!!

An array of lights played behind my eyelids when they slipped shut. His tongue, larger than most dicks, filled my mouth.

Were those desperate whimpers and sounds coming from me?

My eyes popped open. I tried to say stop but couldn't speak with his lips and tongue doing magical things. I pushed at his shoulders, which deterred him none. I pulled at his hair, which only spurred him on more!

I slapped him across the face. This caused him to pause in a shocked stuppor.

"Get off me."

His half lidded eyes grew more coherent, and he scrambled off me.

I sat up and covered my lips. "I didn't say you could-"

"I'm sorry." He kneeled by the bed, our faces level.

"-take my first kiss."

His eyebrows shot up. "Your first kiss?" His eyes zeroed in on my covered mouth. He licked over his lips as if tasting me again.

"I'm leaving."

He looked... heartbroken. "But you said I could play with you again," His eyes roamed my body like he was a starving man, and I was a luxurious four course meal. "If I didn't come, and I didn't. I was good."

"Until you weren't."

He made a pleading, broken sound. "Jasper..."

I gathered my stuff in a panic and ran out the door. Thankfully, I didn't see any of his family members that morning, and we had driven my car from the skatepark yesterday.

When I got home, I took a long shower to help me regroup. So what my first kiss was with a guy? A lot of my other firsts were with a guy too. Then, what was bothering me? Was it that my first kiss was with... him? Did the feelings that erupted when he tongue fucked me mean I had developed feelings... for him? Was it supposed to feel like this? It felt much more heavy and intense than I expected.

I know he messaged me, but I tossed my phone to the side and didn't look at it for the rest of the day.

The next morning, I lazied in bed. I did a yoga class with my sister.

Listening to her annoying friends complain about their boy problems gave me some perpective.

Brock didn't do anything to hurt me. There were a lot of emotions. He'd pushed his boundaries with other touches that I'd allowed him to get away with. This wasn't that big of a deal.

My parents were going on some couple's retreat for the next few days, so my sister planned a getaway with her friends. I had planned on using the time to veg out alone, but... maybe it'd be better not alone.

I opened Brock's millions of texts. He was sorry and missed me and all that.

He replied to my initial text instantly. I told him I forgave him and invited him to spend a couple nights at my place.

His punishment was simple. He loved touching me. He needed to touch me. So, I walked around the house naked at all times and didn't allow him to touch me.

His eyes ate me up, grateful for the view, but he was in constant agony, being so close, seeing me at all times, and knowing he couldn't do anything about it.

I had also made him bring and wear the tightest pants he owned, no underwear. I wanted his erection that he couldn't stop around me to be as uncomfortable as possible.

It also for some reason turned me on that he was fully dressed while I was completely nude.

We did lots of normal stuff, but I did take the time to tease him extra.

I ran my hands across my ass cheeks. I kneaded them. I slipped a finger between my crack, going up and down, each time closer to my hole, but I didn't touch it.

I turned a full 360 degrees slowly, allowing him to drink in my body.

I slapped a cheek, feeling it jiggle.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned.

I did it again. "Ah, ah... no moving closer."

He pouted.

I gripped my cheeks and pulled them apart, revealing my hole.

He made a choked, gutteral sound.

"Is this what you want?" I asked.

"Yes, so much." His chest was heaving.

"Really? What would you do for it?"

"Anything." His answer was quick and serious.

"Well, you can't have it."

He let out a pained sound.

I let him come before bed each night, so he could sleep well. I wasn't evil.

But during the day, all bets were off.

One time, he came in his pants!! He was watching me masturbate, and I guess the pent up horniness mixed with the stimulation from rough, tight cloth detonated him.

To be honest, it was hot to see. It pushed me over the edge, and I came right after.

I didn't let him clean himself for a while. He walked around with the mess he made in his pants.

Finally, the third day, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed release with him. I wanted to see him and touch him, too.

I had him lay on the bed and grip the headboard.

"If you let go, I stop."

My normal sized bed was comically small for him. With his arms up to grip the headboard, his knees bent off the edge of the bed, and his feet laid flat on the ground. He barely fit.

Starting at his knees, I ran my hands over every inch of his body, skipping his cock and balls, of course.

And, of course, he was already hard and delicious looking.

I laid my body fully on his and brought our foreheads together, rubbing my nose against his. I breathed against his lips, aaaalmost touching. He gulped and licked his lips but didn't move.

I gave him a peck on his cheek and blushed! I couldn't control my reactions. Everything I'd done with him, and that made me shy and embarrassed?

He smiled wide at me.

I ran my fingers down his torso.

I lifted his cock, slapping it against his abs. I loved the sound, how it looked, and how his muscles rippled from it. His eyes glazed over.

I paused, watching his delicious member reach for me. I slapped his cock with my palm. His hips reared up.

"Oh, you like that, do you?"

"Yesss." He hissed as I gave him another.

I liked how his cock hardened further, and it looked so so so yummy.

And another. And another. He was dribbling white, sticky beads.

Ugh, he was so hot.

I really couldn't wait any longer.

I straddled him and pushed our balls together to align our hot poles. I used both of my hands to barely get around both of us and stroke. But, I only stroked us for the length of mine, which was much shorter. I was getting full stimulatiom, while he was only getting some of his shaft rubbed. His poor cockhead was left in the air without any friction.

Occasionally, I blew on his cockhead, to remind the sensitive area of its neglect.

One time, I lifted up to rub his cockhead with mine. He bellowed. I rubbed rubbed rubbed rubbed. As I felt him nearing release, I slid back down and returned to only stimulating his shaft again.

His muscles bulged in the effort to keep holding the headboard.

Feeling him against me was amazing. Our erections rubbing and slipping together was otherworldly.

I moaned at the sensations. I loved having Brock against me. This strong man let me do everything I wanted.

"Brock..." His eyes met mine when I said that more emotionally than I would've wanted.

When I came, he mumbled, "Jasper, pleaseeee."

I pulled my hips away, leaning towards him, and breathlessly said, "You've been good for me all week. I'll return your kiss."

Before he could comprehend what I meant, I leaned down and kissed his shaft. I licked up it and gave kittenish licks to the head.

His groan was like a roar. I loved it when he lost control.

I mouthed him. I meant to try to improve by taking him deeper than last time, but as soon as I wrapped my lips around his head and applied suction, he erupted.

He pulsed in me. I took a couple more inches as he released and swallowed every drop. At least, I could do that.

After I let him slip from my mouth, I gave him one last chast kiss on his shaft.

"Hmph, if you're giving out kisses..." He raised his eyebrows.

I quickly changed the subject, and he good naturedly let me. For now.