Matt’s brain was racing, a tornado of thoughts and emotions swirling through his head. The sensation of Jack’s weight, so massive and overwhelming, had been like nothing he’d ever experienced. And yet, amidst the fear and the shock, there had been something else an inexplicable thrill that sent shivers down his spine and made his heart race. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was as if his body craved the feeling of being dominated, of being so small and vulnerable.
Jack’s voice cut through the sound in his mind. “Hold up, Matt. Before we go any further, I need to cool down. You know, after what just happened.” He spoke nervously, his giant hand fidgeting with the edge of his T-shirt. “I need to be naked again, but I also need to keep you close.
Matt’s eyes widened in surprise and confusion. “What do you mean, Jack?”
Jack leaned in, his cheeks flushing a dark shade of crimson. “Look, I don’t know if it’s because of the whole shrinking thing or what, but I’m getting pretty worked up here.” He took a deep breath and let it out in a shaky exhale. “I just need some... relief, man. And I don’t want you out of my sight. Will you come with me to the bed?”
Matt nodded slowly, his curiosity piqued. He felt a strange anticipation building within him, a thrill that was both unnerving and exhilarating. He watched as Jack stood up and began to strip, his clothes pooling around his ankles until he was naked before him. Jack’s body was a landscape of muscles and scars, a testament to a life lived to the fullest. His cock was indeed large, but it hung there, relaxed, not yet swollen with desire.
Jack picked Matt up with surprising gentleness, his warm, calloused fingers cupping him gently. He placed him on his thigh, the heat of his body almost burning through the fabric of his shorts. The scent of Jack’s musk and sweat was potent, and it filled Matt’s nose, making his heart race even faster. He couldn’t believe he was here, so close to something so vast and powerful, and yet he felt a strange comfort, a feeling of belonging.
Jack sat down on the edge of the bed, his heart thundering in his chest as he laid his palm over Matt's, pressing it gently against the fabric that separated them from the promise of his growing arousal. He didn’t dare move it just yet, afraid of scaring him off. “Look, I know this is weird, but I can’t ignore it, okay?” His voice was thick with need, the words sticking to the back of his throat like honey.
Matt swallowed hard, his eyes locked on the hand that held him. He could feel Jack’s pulse through his own fingertips, could see the veins that snaked up the length of the man’s cock. It was mesmerizing, terrifying, and fascinating all at once. He licked his lips, his own cock stirring in his tiny shorts. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice a mere wisp of sound.
Jack’s eyes searched Matt’s face, looking for any sign of distress or fear. Finding none, he let out a shaky breath and leaned back, his hand sliding up the fabric to expose himself fully. The sight of his cock was like nothing Matt had ever seen before it was thick, veiny, and absolutely massive., and as Jack laid back on his side, it began to throb with the beat of his heart.
Matt’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at the monstrous erection, his own body responding in a way that both surprised and excited him. The sweat that had been pooling on him grew colder, sending goosebumps racing across his skin. He couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of fear and fascination as the musky scent of Jack’s arousal growing stronger by the second.
Jack’s hand hovered over Matt’s, his thumb tracing small, gentle circles against his knuckles. “You sure you’re good with this?” he asked, his voice gruff with passion.
Matt nodded, his eyes locked on the massive cock that lay just inches away from him. The sweat had stopped falling now, but the scent of Jack’s arousal was like a potent drug, filling the air and making him dizzy. He licked his lips again, his own cock straining against the confines of his tiny shorts. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He whispered, his voice a barely-there tremble.
Jack’s hand slid from Matt’s, and he watched as the giant’s cock twitched in response to the sudden absence of his touch. The muscles in Jack’s thigh tightened and released as he turned over on his side, the fabric of the bed stretching and groaning beneath his weight. As he did, Matt lost his precarious perch, tumbling off Jack’s thigh onto the mattress.
For a moment, he lay there, stunned and vulnerable, his tiny body exposed and trembling with excitement. He glanced up at Jack, who was busy rummaging through the nightstand. The sight of him, so big and powerful, yet so focused on something else, sent a thrill through him. And then, suddenly, Jack’s cock swung over, casting a shadow like a pendulum of pure lust over Matt’s prone form.
Matt’s breath hitched, his eyes going wide as Jack’s shaft hovered above him, a silent question in the air. He couldn’t believe this was happening, his mind racing with thoughts of the sheer size and weight that could come crashing down on him. But there was something else, something he hadn’t anticipated a desperate craving, a hunger to be enveloped by that thick, veiny flesh.
Jack’s body shifted, the mattress groaning under his weight, and suddenly Matt’s world was engulfed in a sea of heat and musk. The giant had rolled over without realizing it, and now Matt found himself nestled between the base of Jack’s cock and his hairy, heavy balls. The scent of sweat and desire was intoxicating, filling his nostrils and making his mouth water.
Jack’s cock hovered above him, a thick, pulsing column of flesh that seemed to have a mind of its own. It swayed slightly with every breath the giant took, and the precariousness of his position sent a jolt of fear through Matt’s body. But there was something else there too an undeniable, burning curiosity. He’d never been this close to another man’s cock before, and the sheer scale of it was both terrifying and thrilling.