From: quark999@aol.com (Quark 999) Subject: BURLY 1/2 (m/m, giant, cons) Date: 17 Jul 1994 13:33:03 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) The usual disclaimer applies. This story contains consentual sex between two men (one significantly larger than the other). If it don't float your boat, or if you're under 18, don't read it. !THE BURLY PAPER TOWEL MAN !by Martin **ANY RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN THE MASCOT OF BURLY PAPER TOWELS AND THE MASCOT OF BRAWNY PAPER TOWELS IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL :) Drat! Bizarre fascination with disaster kept me absorbed in watching the tide of cranberry juice spreading from the knocked-over glass. By the time I moved, it was too late. The juice washed over the mail, which I had tossed on the counter a minute before, then dripped down onto the floor. Double drat! I rescued the envelopes and shook the juice off over the sink. Then it was time to see about the rest of the mess. Where were those damned paper towels? The dispenser was empty. How about the cabinets? Nope. I knew I had just bought some, but where were they? The linen closet. There was the two-pack of that paper towel that was supposed to be super tough. What was the name? Burly. The man pictured on the package was ruggedly gorgeous. That's why I'd bought this brand to begin with. It was a shame to rip it open, but I couldn't have cranberry juice staining my counter now, could I? I tore off a paper towel and began wiping. Man, that thing really *was* tough. *And* absorbent. I continued to wipe, but a movement by the window caught my attention. Was it prowlers? Thieves? Villains were a constant fear of mine. My house was far out in the woods. There were no neighbors for miles. Nobody to call for help. I cautiously peeked. Jeez! There was a guy out there all right! He was huge! All I could see from where I stood was the lower half of his body, kneeling beside the window. I crept closer to the window for a closer look. His tight jeans covered heavily-muscled legs like a coat of paint. *Everything* was visible. His big cock strained at the fabric. My eyes wandered from the legs upward. He had the chest of a Greek god, clad in a lumberjack shirt. Then, his face. It was him! The guy on the paper towel package. 73 He looked down at me through the window, but didn't say anything. I stared back. He had light brown hair, which could have used a trim. His mustache was the same color. I usually don't like facial hair, but it looked perfect on him. He was better looking than his picture. I lost my fear at once. "Burly!" "Problem?" he asked. He meant the juice, but my *other* problem - my wild erection at the sight of him - was claiming all of my attention at the moment. "Yeah . . . could you come in and help?" He looked at the spilled cranberry juice and it vanished into thin air! Then he met my eyes again. "That's taken care of. Why don't you come out, instead? I'll meet you in back." I was on the back porch in record time, but he had gotten there first. The land behind my house slopes downward, and the previous owners had built a deck overlooking the woods. Where I stood, the deck was probably ten feet off the ground. I am six feet tall. Burly, on the ground, *still* towered over me. He must have been over twenty feet tall. "Why don't you come down?" he asked. "There are no steps from the deck," I said. I had moved close to the rail so I could get a full view of this handsome giant, and was staring down toward his crotch. "I'll take care of that." He reached and picked me up with one hand. His hand was huge and strong, but it didn't reach all the way around my body. He grabbed my by the waist, and his fingers covered my erection. I knew he could feel it through my pants. Then he moved his other hand to support my weight. He stood, holding me at eye level, looking me over. "Aren't you going to put me down?" "Yeah, sure." Burly sat down on the ground with his back against the back of my house and his legs down the slope. He put me on his lap while he squirmed, trying to get comfortable. The motion kept me from getting any sort of balance and I got stuck between his legs, right next to his crotch. I wriggled, trying to get loose, but his legs held me tighter. I didn't realize what effect my movement was having on him until he moaned deeply. The fabric of his jeans shifted, and I could feel his pulse against my chest as his hard-on grew larger. "You like this?" I asked, looking up for his reaction. He nodded, his eyes shut. "Then you'll like this even more." I reached to unbutton his fly. It was more difficult than I thought it would be, as the button was so big and the material of his jeans was very stiff. I finally pushed the button through, then worked on his zipper, which was easier. Before long, I had his jeans open. Underneath them, I could see a giant thong bikini. I thought, where does this man do his shopping? It was a black thong. Under it, his gigantic erection bulged outward. "Oh, yeah," murmured Burly. He spread his legs further, and I fell between them. When I stood up, the top of my head was at about the level of his nipples. I decided to unbutton his shirt to get a good look at them. It wasn't as difficult as the pants had been, and I had the 73 lumberjack shirt open in about a minute. And underneath . . .! Burly's chest looked like it was chiseled from granite. His nipples thrust powerfully outward, and I couldn't resist rubbing one. It was bigger around than a doughnut, and I balanced on one of his thighs so that I could nibble at it like a pastry. The giant moaned, and I felt his chest vibrate with pleasure. He reached up one big hand and caressed my back with three fingers. The novelty of the giant nipple wore off quickly (I've never been much of a tit man) and I wanted to get back down to his gorgeous crotch. The problem was that he was sitting down and I didn't have the size or strength to pull down his pants any further. I gave his jeans a few token tugs, though, until he realized my dilemma. Motioning me off of his lap, Burly braced himself on the wall and stood up. God, he was huge. I didn't come up to his knee. He wore work boots bigger than my kitchen chairs, which he bent down to unlace, giving me a great view of his ass. Watching him strip was like a magnification of my best wet dreams. He saved the thong bikini for last. My eyes were glued to his crotch as his giant dick flopped free of its imprisonment. His butt wasn't a shabby sight, either. I was so engrossed in watching certain areas that I didn't notice his next action. Suddenly, my head was covered with cotton material. He had tossed his underwear onto my head! My nose was in the crotch of the thong, and I inhaled his musky odor. If I wasn't hard before, I was then! I took my time getting free of the black material. When I did, he was looking down at me expectantly, lustfully. His giant cock - it was over four feet long - stood erect from his body, higher up than I could reach. I jumped, reaching, and my fingers grazed his pendulous ballsac. He moaned. Suddenly, his legs bent. Warm pressure of his hands surrounded me as I was borne up past his cock to the level of his beautiful face. His large, sensuous lips found my chin, and sucked gently. His mustache tickled my face as my chin and mouth vanished inside his. I stuck out my tongue and played with his larger one. His breath was sweet, almost as if he had just been eating chocolate. Too soon, the passionate kiss ended. For a few moments, Burly simply held me close to his body. I felt very safe in his arms, but safety wasn't exactly what I wanted at the moment. I must have leaked a gallon of pre-cum, and my cock was trying to burst the seams of my pants. Burly, too, soon tired of the inaction. Slowly, he lowered me until I was next to his magnificent dick. Even if he had been a normal sized man, proportion would have made it huge. On a man who stood as tall as my house, it was titanic! Burly held me around the waist, pressing my body into his aroused cock. I rubbed it the best I could. His skin was so smooth and warm. I ran my hands along most of its length - what I could reach - and moved down to his beach-ball-sized balls. He made noises of pleasure in his throat as I spread his slick pre-cum around his cock's head. I was in heaven. Burly shifted his hand's position so that I was sitting on his palm, his fingers reaching between my legs, 73 rubbing my aroused dick through my pants. I don't know how long he stood there with me kissing, licking, and rubbing him. I do know that I was disappointed when he pulled me away and sat back down against my house. He cradled me in his strong arms like a baby, which was nice, but I wanted to play with his cock again. Burly had other ideas. He slid his back down the wall, his muscular ass ripping up a swatch of grass as it moved further from the house. In a moment, he was laying flat on the ground, his feet pointing down the hill. I sat on his hard chest with his arms holding me in place until he stopped moving. Then he let go. "Get undressed," he said. Standing on a massive pec, I moved to comply. I saw his eyes dance with pleasure as I turned the act of stripping into a sensual show. When I was done, he absently brushed my clothes off of himself and then began to feel my body. I was slightly ashamed. I am in pretty good shape, and my dick is good-sized, but next to him I felt puny and ridiculous. What could he see in me? What indeed. "Fuck me," said the giant. I almost couldn't believe my ears. My seven-inch cock stood at full attention, but didn't seem to quite measure up to the laborious task that Burly requested. "Please," he moaned. He bent his knees, spreading his legs. Well, it was a dirty job, but . . . I chose the most delightful path to climb off his body: right between his bent legs. I paused for a moment to see how I measured up to his cock, which stood straight up, throbbing. It came up to my chest. Feeling playful, I gave it a hug and bent my head enough to stick my tongue into its leaking slit. I took enough time to spread a liberal amount of the slick fluid around the front of my body, then I moved on, clambering down past his soft ballsac. His hole was exposed to me, its pucker relaxing and contracting as Burly tried to loosen his sphincter. Hard muscle surrounded me on three sides as I stood between the big legs. Where to begin? Just jump right in, I always say. My dick slippery with the giant's lubrication, I stepped up to the hole and stuck it in. Burly moaned in pleasure, but I didn't see how he could have felt much. I certainly didn't; the passage was much too loose. Tentatively, I began fucking, using one hand to caress the massive scrotum and using the other to augment my cock's girth inside Burly's asshole - which, by itself, was smaller than his finger's. He moaned, a deep, glutteral sound, throwing his head back. He grabbed his cock with one hand and began pumping on it, using his own pre-cum for lube. With the other hand, he reached behind my body and began playing with _my_ butt, using one finger to press against my asshole. That finger was bigger than the biggest dick I'd ever had back there. I managed to loosen up some, though, and he got it slightly in. It hurt like hell, but felt _excellent_! Suddenly, I changed my tactics. I placed my head against his balls, giving myself a soft pillow. With my right hand, I 73 started jerking myself off. I stuck my left arm up his ass as far as it would go, using my hand to stroke his prostate. In this way, I fucked my giant and pleasured myself. His finger was still partly in my butt, and helped considerably with the latter. Burly's hand became a blur over my head as he stroked his cock with lightning speed. With a jerk, he pulled me out of his hole and placed me on his stomach, just in time to get a sperm bath. With his cum dripping from my chest, I came, myself. I had never experienced anything so perfect in my life, I thought, as I collapsed against his chest. My feet were in the vicinity of his navel, and I rested my head on one soft nipple. This was the life. "Did you like that?" asked Burly breathlessly? He, too, had slumped back, exhausted from pleasure. "Better than anything." "You like giants, then?" I could only laugh. "Better than anything," I repeated. "Will you stay with me?" I could feel him shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but no. There are a lot of messes in the world that I have to clean up. You never know, though. You might just find another giant." "Yeah, right." Our leave taking was as passionate as our introduction. He kissed me again, then licked my body free of our cum. Finally, there was nothing left to do but say goodbye. "We may see each other again," said Burly as he gathered up his clothes, pointedly leaving his thong on my deck. "I hope so." I stood naked between his legs, looking up at his glorious body. So perfect, I thought again. Why can't all men be giants? "I have a feeling you'll get what you want in life," he said softly. Then he was gone. I met Michael at a bar in the nearest town. He was exactly my type personality-wise, and as close to my new physical tastes as he could get: well over six feet tall with a big, hard body. His face was beautiful, actually better-looking than Burly's. Burly. I'd never get over him. I was so lost thinking about `my' giant that I almost didn't hear when Michael asked if we could go back to my place. "Uh, sure." We talked for a while before moving into the bedroom. Michael was kind, witty, and intelligent. If I had met him before Burly, I would now be hopelessly in love with him. But as he came up behind me to take off my shirt, I couldn't quite connect emotionally. I felt Michael brush my neck, kissing me briefly under my jawline. Then he reached around and began undoing the buttons from behind. He rubbed his crotch against my backside. Funny, he must be even taller than he looks, I thought. My ass didn't even reach his crotch. But, God, it felt good. I was all tingly . . . That's when Michael gasped, and leapt back in surprise. 73 "What?" I asked. But by the time I turned around, I already knew. My shirt was hanging off me like a robe; it suddenly seemed to have grown to enormous proportions, and was still getting bigger. Or I was getting smaller. I just stood still as Burly's gift to me took its full effect. When the tingling passed, I was only about a foot tall, standing with my former-sized clothes puddled around me. Michael stared down at me in wonder, then moved closer. He stopped with one enormous leg on either side of me and looked down. God, he was more beautiful than even Burly. "You know," he said, his voice now deeper and booming to my little ears, "the Tidy-Bowl Man said this would happen." We were very happy together.