Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2016 21:23:17 +0300 From: Under Jug Subject: Bare Naked Giant Bare Naked Giant by Underjug M/b, oral, inc, 1st, con, giant I was a scaredy-cat first time I met my new stepbrother. Wyatt was like a skyscraper. Everybody else at the wedding looked like midgets standing next to him. And Mom didn't give me no time to get used to being around Wyatt. She only started going with my new stepdad for a couple months before he proposed to her. That was in May and we moved into his house in June and them both wanted to get married right away. Wyatt was finishing his first year of college and was taking extra classes 'til June. So me and him only met one day before the ceremony. For a couple weeks before then I seen photos of Wyatt all around the house while me and my mom got settled in. The photos made me feel freaked and excited at finally getting a big brother. Ever since I was little it's all I dreamed about. Of course, just on our own it woulda been silly to even think of having a big brother 'cuz if my mom had another boy baby, he'd always be the little brother. I wasn't too happy when Mom told me she was marrying an old man she kept saying she was only dating. He was two times as old as her. We were learning multiplication in school so I knew what double 25 was. Mom had me when she was still in high school and nobody knew my real dad 'cuz he was a guy just passing through town. "I'm tired of living paycheck to paycheck," Mom started saying all the time. "After eight years I think we both deserve a little security." So I wasn't to make a fuss about her getting married. Which I wouldn't anyway. I actually was a good boy. Mom told everybody I was easy to raise. It was kinda embarrassing sometimes. My face would go red, but I actually kinda liked hearing her say it. Our life was pretty good. Which is why the photos of Wyatt made me a scaredy-cat. His face was friendly and stuff, but he was also lumberjacky. Like he could crush me with one fist. I knew from having to pass by the high school grounds that bigger boys could be mean. They would call me names and sometimes chase me and one time a boy even hit me. That's why I always thought it'd be cool to have a big brother. He would look out for me and protect me. But when I looked at the photos of Wyatt, I got to thinking that maybe he was like the high school boys and maybe might be just as nasty. It was confusing 'cuz his smile was so awesome. And his eyes were like, me and you can totally be best friends. And his brown hair was short with neat little gel spikes which is how I started doing my hair. And his chin was all nicely shaved, not like my bearded stepdad who was decent to me and everything but kinda wanted me out of the way so he could spend time with Mom. I would lie in bed in my new room, which was my stepdad's old den. And my heart would thump away after hearing that Mom and Stepdad were going on their honeymoon right after the wedding and Wyatt was supposed to babysit me for four whole weeks so me and him could get to know one another. This should've been totally exciting. Mom even broke the news about the wedding by telling me I was gonna get a big brother. Well, at first she said stepbrother. It didn't even register what that meant. I thought stepbrother was the name of a toy or car or I don't even know. Mom explained with a patient smile, "No, Spencer, when you marry someone and they have kids, those kids become your steps. You're not related by blood. But Wyatt will still be your big brother. Technically your stepbrother." Mom knew everything would be okay when I jumped around all excited. I was getting the big brother I always wanted! I hugged her so tight. That feeling changed when I saw the first family photo of Wyatt. My stepdad barely came up to Wyatt's chest. The mom, I should say, left 10 years ago so there were no pictures of her. As I stared at the tall boy in the photo, my mom chuckled at my wide eyes and my stepdad explained that Wyatt was the tallest player on his college basketball team. And that's the dude who walked in with his duffel bag the day before the wedding. He had to duck his head in the doorway to get through. I totally had to crane my head back to look up at his face. The part I most liked was that he barely paid attention to Mom or even Stepdad. The first thing he did was walk up to my scaredy-cat face and say, "Hey, buddy, I hear you're gonna be my kid brother. Awesome to meet yah, lil dude." He held up his wall of a hand for a high five. Blushing, my mouth pressed into a tight grin, I gave him some skin, as he called it. This got a laugh from everybody. All the butterflies in my stomach flew away. Wyatt shook Stepdad's hand and hugged Mom. But when he talked about his trip home, I was the special one who had his head cupped the whole time by that humongous hand. I can remember every single word Wyatt said. Just like I remember he was wearing ripped jeans with a black belt and silver bronco buckle, tucked in white T-shirt, dirty gym socks, and Nike basketball type shoes. Now I couldn't wait for Mom and Stepdad to go on their honeymoon. What was so cool about the wedding was Wyatt deciding not to hang out with the other adults. It was just me. He didn't even use the word step. He told everyone I was his kid brother. So when the best man finished his toast to the bride and groom, the guests loved it when I jumped up and said, "And to my big brother!" The best photo was the one of me standing on Wyatt's shoes as we pretend danced for part of a song. The next day I was practically pushing Mom out the door. She was crying as Stepdad loaded the bags in the taxi, but Wyatt said he'd take good care of me. I promised to be a good boy and do everything my big brother told me to. After they drove away and Wyatt closed the door, me and him looked at each other with smiles that said we could do whatever we wanted. "Spence. It's just us!" "Two brothers!" I shouted. He picked me up like a sack of potatoes - his words - and carried me into the kitchen. We ate one of the heated-up meals that Mom made for the next four weeks. "Mm," Wyatt smiled, "Mom sure is a good cook." I didn't know what to say to that, so I added, "Yup. And Dad's a good provider." This made Wyatt laugh. "That he is, little bro. Hey, isn't it awesome we both get to be brothers?" I nodded enthusiastically. "I always wanted a big brother!" Wyatt finished his stew. He was the fastest eater I ever met. "And I've always wanted a little bro." My heart felt warmer than the food I was picking at. "C'mon, Spence," warned Wyatt, "eat up so you can get to be as big and strong as me." He flexed a bicep. To my eight-year-old eyes it was the most amazing sight ever. Wyatt grinned crookedly, knowing I was impressed. He picked an action movie for us that Mom probably wouldn't let me watch if I asked her. I felt like a big boy with Wyatt. It was like he was taking me into the special club where just us dudes got to do things only we would know about. I snuggled beside Wyatt, my head barely below his chest. Everything about him was like a mountain. His legs stretched out to the end of the coffee table. His arms draped along the whole top part of the couch. His feet had to curl down or else they'd block the screen. During the smoochy-smoochy part of the movie, I looked up at Wyatt and asked how tall he was. He told me six foot, ten inches. I said, "Whoa! You're like the tallest man in the world!" Wyatt said with a chuckle, "Not exactly. Pretty close though." He winked and my face went red. After the movie was over, Wyatt sniffed his pits and said he was gonna shower after I had my bath. I loved how he scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom, me giggling the whole time and saying I didn't wanna. He ducked to clear the doorway and set me down on the tile floor. When he started running my bath, I whimpered, "Wyatt, can I shower like you do? I don't wanna have a bath. Mom makes me have them, but baths are for babies." Wyatt had to think about it. "Mm, I dunno, Spence. Have you ever showered before?" I admitted I never really. Wyatt warned me the tub had no nonslip mat. But I begged and begged, promising I'd be careful. So Wyatt turned on the shower, closed the curtain, and explained what I should do. He left me to take care of myself while he went downstairs to clean the still dirty kitchen. I was thrilled by my new brother letting me have a big boy shower. My clothes couldn't come off fast enough. I stepped into the tub. The prickly spray felt so nice. It was so different than a bubble bath. You could move around more easier, but you did have to stay in the one spot where the water sprayed down or else it'd be too cold on your skin. I pretended I was just like Wyatt and soaped myself up. It was so much fun. Until I wasn't looking at what I was doing and slipped and fell with a thump. I wasn't hurt enough to cry, but my bum was kinda sore. I heard Wyatt rush into the bathroom. Suddenly I felt like a stupid baby. I stood up as quick as I could. Wyatt's voice said from the other side of the curtain, "Spence, you okay?" I moaned just a bit. "Yeah, it's not too bad." I could tell he was worried. "Maybe you should have a bath after all. Hey, bud?" Don't ask me why I said it. "Aw. Wyatt, can you maybe come in with me and show me how?" I didn't hear nothing. "Please?" Then I heard Wyatt say, "I dunno if we should shower together, Spence." I wouldn't let it go. There was no way I was going back to baths. "Please? Please can you show me?" Another pause. "Well...Okay. But this is just between us brothers. Dad and Mom don't have to know." I was so excited. "You bet! I won't say anything!" My heart was thumping. Not because I was scared. But because Wyatt was gonna help me have a big boy shower. I heard him on the other side of the curtain taking off his clothes. And then I realized Wyatt was gonna be bare naked. I got that warmer than stew feeling again. The curtain was pulled open and I watched in amazement. Wyatt stepped in and it felt like he filled the whole area. He had to duck slightly so his head didn't hit the roof. I noticed for the first time he had a thorn tattoo all around his one bicep and on his puffed-out chest were the words "Fear l idir." His nipples were the size of dimes, smaller actually. His belly button was an inny. His legs were like tree trunks with a light blond moss. But what my eyes couldn't believe was the boy stick dangling between them. It was almost as thick as a soda can. And it hung about halfway down to his knee. The tube was just as white as the rest of his skin. The bulb part looked about the size of a plum and was a bit pinker. I couldn't believe it was even a boy stick. It looked like it should be one of the animal heads on the wooden plaques that Stepdad took out of the den to turn it into my room. Then I quickly noticed the beanie bag on Wyatt was also huge and drooped way down. The bottom part of it looked so heavy with the two walnuts it was carrying. Black curly hairs were all around the beginning part of the boy stick. Mom taught me it wasn't polite to stare, so I saw all of this in like two seconds before looking away. Wyatt seemed a little embarrassed. He was the smartest dude in the world and always knew what to do. But at that exact moment he seemed like maybe he wasn't sure. And then I slipped again and he was back to being in charge. Wyatt reached out to catch my skinny little arm just as I grabbed hold of his thick leg. Both of us chuckled. "I gotcha, bro," Wyatt said. I smiled up at him. "You're my savior." "Have you soaped up yet?" he asked. "No," I lied. This was like the best amusement park ride ever and I didn't want it to end too quick. "Alright, here you go." He handed me the soap. "I got you, dude." He held onto my shoulder as I soaped up. As we talked, I noticed my stick was standing straight out. It was teeny, maybe only two inches, and it didn't have hair on it like my big brother. I glanced up and saw that Wyatt noticed my stick too. He tried to move his leg in front of me. But it was easy to see his own stick jerking up higher and higher into the air like a hydraulic jack when you're changing a tire. And like my stick, Wyatt's grew even more. To my eyes it was maybe the length of a ruler. Though later Wyatt told me it was nine inches. He tried to make small talk while moving his leg and arm in front to hide it. But when Wyatt saw I wasn't scared he stopped trying to pretend it wasn't happening. I was a good boy and tried not to look. Wyatt made small talk as I finished soaping up and washing my hair. I was enjoying just being with him and didn't say much. After a while, Wyatt got comfortable too and didn't feel he had to speak the whole time. But me and him both pretended our sticks weren't poking out. I knew what was happening was dirty. I didn't remember mine being stuck out like this for such a long time. It was so hard it almost hurt. Wyatt's stick was so huge it bounced every time he took a step. I tried not to laugh, but inside I was giggling away. I wasn't paying attention and slipped a bit. Wyatt lifted me up to rinse me under the shower. I just loved being so easily picked up in his strong arms. Our slippery skin felt so perfect together. His calloused hand cupping my bottom. My skinny arms wrapped around his bull neck. My legs clinging to his barrel chest. My hard little stick pressing against him. Wyatt was so gentle with me as he rinsed my body and hair. I whimpered. He just held me like that for a few minutes. Then he lowered me to the tub. "Is the shower over?" I pouted. He smiled. "Nope. Just gonna soap up myself." I looked sheepish. "Oh, yeah." We both smiled. I braced myself using Wyatt's leg as he washed up. This gave me a chance to look at his stick without him seeing. I just loved that it was so gigantic. Just like with the action movie, I got to do something secret no one else could do with my big brother. Because Wyatt was so tall, his stick was right in front of my face when I looked straight ahead. As soon as Wyatt finished cleaning himself, we went back to pretending our sticks weren't poking out. I was afraid this would mean the end of the shower, so I raised my arms with a teeny whimper. Grinning, Wyatt picked me up again and just held me. The hot water eventually started running out and we were forced to finish. I felt sad, but Wyatt got all silly while toweling me off. I was back to being my happy giggly self. I got into my Star Wars pj's and he put on big boy briefs. My pj bottoms were tenting and so was Wyatt's underwear as he tucked me in. I was hoping we would shower again. So the next night when it was bath time, I asked if we could go together again. After Wyatt made me promise not to tell Mom and Dad, he got the water going and we both jumped in. Again, our sticks were poking out the whole time and we pretended nothing was happening. It was the same the next night too. Wyatt would hold me until the hot water ran out. My heart and stomach were all fluttery the whole time. It was like me and him were in our own special world. On the fourth night, everything changed. We showered up, our sticks poking out like usual. But we got all goofy and tickly. It was so much fun. When the water started running cold, Wyatt turned off the taps. But he didn't notice me as he turned around. His baseball bat slapped me across the face. Wyatt was totally worried. "Dude, you okay?" My cheek stung a bit, but I told him I was fine. I tried to rub my face, but it was plastered with sticky gunk. I brushed it off with my fingers and looked up at Wyatt. He lowered his voice. Like he was about to tell me the most important news ever. "That's not what you think it is, bro." I played with the stuff in my hand. Somehow I knew he was right. "What is it?" "It's...honey." "Honey?" "Yeah. Big boys make it when they really, really like who they're hanging with." Now my face brightened. "They do?" "Spence. I'm gonna tell you something secret. Just between us." "'Kay!" "I think you're a special boy like me." "I am?" Wyatt knelt in front of me, his stick bobbing between my legs. "Some boys feel really good when they're together. It doesn't happen often. But when two special boys feel good, their...you know..." He glanced between our legs. "Our sticks?" I said. "Yeah. Our sticks get hard when two special boys really like each other." "Whoa. That's so cool." I couldn't believe we were actually talking about dirty stuff like this. That warm stew feeling inside me felt even warmer. "You're my Irish brother. You're an O'Connell. And when you get to be a bigger boy, you'll make honey just like me. When my stick makes it, it means I love you so much and will always be here to make sure you're safe and happy. That's what my honey means. Understand?" I looked down to see a string of honey dripping from his pee hole to the bottom of the tub. Wyatt looked to see where I was looking. "Guess I got lotsa love for you, Spence." Smiling, I gave Wyatt a big hug. His messy plum pressed hard against my tiny stick as we held each other. Wyatt gave me a kiss on the forehead. We pulled back and me and him just knew we should do it. We kissed on the lips. It didn't seem yucky like that smoochy-smoochy part in the action movie. It just felt really, really good. We both started to feel the cold, so Wyatt lifted me out and dried me off first. I didn't want Wyatt's stick to go away for the night. So as he toweled off, I threw on just my pj bottoms and ran out of the bathroom. "Oh no!" I shouted. "The bare naked giant's after me!" I raced into Wyatt's room and dove under his covers. My heart thumping and thumping. I was hoping so badly he would chase after me without his clothes on. Just thinking about it made me shiver with excitement like it was my birthday or something. It felt like forever, but it was probably only two minutes when I heard, "Fee fi fo fum, I smell the stinkiness of a little brother's bum!" I started giggling then slapped my hands over my mouth. "Hmmmmm," I heard, "it seems he might be hiding in this part of the land." I felt his heavy weight crawling above the covers, but he never hurt me once. Wyatt pretended not to find me so I could get away and he could chase me around. I was so thrilled to see this giant brother running after me. Seeing his humungous stick and beanie bag bouncing around. It really, really was like the best present. The fourth time I hid under the covers, I heard the bare naked giant shout, "Fee fi fo fum, I'm glad he's not around to hear the secret." There was a pause. Like he was thinking about what he was going to say. Then he whispered, "Good thing the little brother doesn't know that a bare naked giant comes from the Land of Milk and Honey. A giant will stop being mean, for a bit at least, if the little brother drinks some of that honey." He crawled above me. It was like he was reading my mind. Ever since I saw that honey, but even before then when I first saw his stick, I thought about putting my mouth on the plum part and sucking on it. I don't know why. Maybe it was part of that thing Wyatt was saying about us being special boys. All I knew was that my mouth started watering at the idea of tasting the honey. In the darkness under the covers, I was about to jump out when Wyatt's hand crawled in. Then I realized it wasn't his hand. It was his stick! I could see the pee hole coated with the honey. "He'd better not have any honey or else I'll have to be nice and protect him for a while." I knew Wyatt was doing this on purpose, but I didn't care. I licked my lips to get them ready. I leaned up and opened wide. This was like a dream come true. I was actually going to put my big brother's stick in my mouth. I had to open wider because the plum was bigger than I thought. And I was so happy because the best part of my big brother was inside me. I sucked gently. The honey wasn't sweet like I thought it'd be. Didn't matter. As long as it came from my big brother, it was the best tasting honey in the whole wide world. I drank it down. Above, I heard Wyatt's soft moans and grunts. He tried to keep his voice like the giant's but it wasn't easy. "What's this? What's happening? I'm starting to feel nicer. No. It can't be. How is this possible?" I giggled on his stick and sucked harder. The plum pulled out of my mouth, which made me sad. "Little brother, come out. It's okay." Slowly I crawled out where the stick had left. I saw Wyatt's smiling face. "You did it. You made the bare naked giant nice." I deepened my voice as low as an eight-year-old boy could. "So you hafta do as I say, bare naked giant." "What would you like, little brother?" I could see my spit shining on the plum of his stick. So awesome, I thought, so awesome that I get to be the one to drink his honey. "Mmmmm, I want to cross the swamps, but they're filled with dangerous animals. Carry me across on your back and protect me." "Your wish is my command, little brother." I crawled onto Wyatt's back in just my pj bottoms. He felt like a horse underneath me. I could feel his strong muscles. Muscles that had to do what I said. Wyatt crawled around on all fours, beating up my stuffed alligator and stuffed octopus like it was an epic battle to the end. My stick tingled seeing the bare naked giant with his own stick poking out as he fought off wild animals to keep me safe. As Wyatt returned to the bed, he started to get grumpy. He explained that his honey giver hurt a bit and taught me about not using my teeth. He said a bare naked giant will be even nicer because a little brother is making him feel good instead of hurting him. He also said it's important to suck hard, and not too soft, but just don't bite. I promised I would do it right. "Oh oh," he said, "the effect is wearing off. Run away, little brother." Giggling, I raced away from the bare naked giant and he chased me around. This time when his stick accidentally on purpose poked through the hole, I sucked with my lips over my teeth. This made the bare naked giant moan and groan louder. I could only get the plum in my little mouth. But as long as the bare naked giant was happy, I was happy. We did this once more. And after the bare naked giant took down my toy robot bad guy, he explained something else. "You see, little brother, I come from the Land of Milk and Honey. If you drink enough honey, you'll make the stick of a bare naked giant do something else." "What?" I asked, totally wanting to know. "It will shoot out milk. I know this sounds like a trick, but it's the truth. If the stick shoots out the milk, you have to drink it all. Then the bare naked giant will be nice to you for the rest of the evening. You won't have to run and hide." The honey was yummy for my tummy. But milk? That sounded even more awesomer. "Okay!" I said. "Fair warning, little brother. I am a giant and will shoot out lots of milk. Be ready to gulp it down quickly or you may drown." "I promise to drink as fast as I can. Even faster!" I boasted. "If you drink enough milk, it may make you as big as me. And we could both be bare naked giants." "Whoa, I can't wait!" The next time I was under the covers and the stick poked in, I was so hungry I almost chomped on the plum. But I remembered what the bare naked giant had said and was gentle. He moaned and groaned again. "Oooooooohhhhhhh. What's happening? Who is making the giant nice? Oh no. Whoever is doing this is gonna get my milk. And then I'll have to be nice for the rest of the evening. Oh no, I don't wanna be nice. But it's gonna happen soon. Whoever is doing this has drunk enough honey. Now he'll get my milk." I heard heavy panting and deep growls above me. "The milk's coming soon. Oh no. No. Here it comes. I'm gonna shoot so much of it." I heard a growl like an angry animal. The plum blew up like a balloon in my mouth. The bare naked giant wasn't kidding. The first blast almost really did drown me. But I was a champion glass of milk drinker, or so my mom told me, and I used the same skill on the giant's milk. I gulped hard and fast. This special stuff tasted like the warm melted filling of a Cadbury Creme egg, only salty not sweet. The shots wouldn't stop. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. But I kept up with each one. And I got the last of the milk down. I felt more slipperiness on my tongue, meaning more milk was spilling out, so I cleaned that off too. There was nothing left when the plum popped out of my mouth and I felt the bare naked giant collapse on the bed. I crawled out of the hole and saw Wyatt lying on his back. He was still catching his breath. His stick bounced to the beating of his heart. A bit of the stuff was dripping from his pee hole down his stick and for the first time I could see what I drunk really was milk. Wyatt reached out and I eagerly crawled into his arms. "Oh, Spencer," he groaned. "I've never shot so hard or so much. I mean it. You made me feel sooooooooo good." His eyes were droopy and his smile was faint. "No lie?" I asked. "You know what this means?" "That the bare naked giant has to be nice for the rest of the evening?" "Too bad it's bedtime." "Heeeyyy!" I protested. Wyatt smiled and caressed my back. "Just kidding, little bro. No, it means that we're getting closer as brothers. You see, the milk I shot, that's the O'Connell DNA." "DNA?" "We learned about it in college. It's like...the stuff that makes us us. I just gave you the O'Connell DNA and it's inside you. That means I really am helping to make you a true brother." I was blown away. "Whooaaaaaa, so cool." "How'd the milk taste?" "It was the yummiest stuff in the world, in the universe, in the everything. Can I have some more?" "Totally, little dude. But the stick has to recharge. You know. Like a battery, before it can do it again." "So tomorrow maybe?" "Tomorrow definitely." "I love you, big brother." "I love you so much, little brother." I was also starting to feel sleepy. It was so much excitement for one day. Wyatt stayed naked as he carried me to my bed and tucked me in. I hugged him tight. He kissed me on the lips. And I fell asleep. Dreaming of my bare naked giant.