Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2017 23:48:58 +1000
From: MS
Subject: Big Benji Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sights and sounds of
infomercials on my TV and the heat and smell of Benji's body. I had curled
up under his armpit with my head resting against his chest and my arm
draped over his firm stomach, the large mass rising and falling with each
breath. He was lying on his back with his body stretched out on the chaise,
his large socked feet projecting out beyond its length. His head was
resting over the back of the couch, his mouth slightly open and snoring
softly. His left arm was draped over the side of the couch, while his right
arm was holding me against him. His arm was so long and muscular that it
almost felt like he was cradling me into him.

I breathed him in, that mix of heat, man-smell, sweat and a hint of
cologne. I absentmindedly squeezed his stomach and felt his large arm
respond, softly squeezing me further into him. My initial feeling of bliss
was quickly overtaken by anxiety. I didn't want this big dominant straight
guy I'd only just met to wake up and find my gay little self, curled up in
his armpit and nuzzling into him. Who knows how he would have reacted?

I took one last hit of his scent and slowly, delicately extricated myself
from this hot beast. His arm fell away and I stood up, his light snoring
never ceasing and his body remaining in the same position. I stood back and
surveyed him, still in disbelief I had the sexiest man I'd ever met, lying
on my couch and until a minute ago, cuddling me into his gorgeous
body. Even asleep, the most vulnerable position to be in, this man seemed
to hold a power over me. I thought about how sweet and caring he'd been
after zonking me with his football, how he'd offered to repay me and take
me out for drinks, and how easily we had gotten along. We're polar
opposites, physically, professionally and sexually (not that he knew
anyway) and yet I felt like we had developed a real friendship in such a
short period of time. Oh, and he had carried my drunk ass all the way
home. Probably felt like carrying his daily grocery shop!

In addition, I'd never felt so turned on in my life! So many naughty
thoughts were running through my head, things I'd never thought about
before. His size, presence and confidence awed me such that I'd do anything
he told me to. Even the way he took my food and devoured it in front of me
exaggerated his power and importance over my needs. I'd have felt
privileged just to lick the residue from his rough hands. Hell I'd lick
anything from anywhere on his body at this rate. I thought, if he'd been
able to overcome my senses of sight, touch, smell and sound I couldn't
begin to imagine the effect once I got to taste him.

My sense of control was weakening and I decided to retire to my bedroom so
as not to do anything rash and reckless. I turned off the TV, the lights
and closed the blinds to protect Benji from the early morning sun. As it
was the middle of summer I didn't need to get him any sheets or a duvet,
and he appeared pretty comfy on the couch. I turned on the ceiling fan just
to get a bit of circulation in the room and hopefully stop him from
overheating and getting uncomfortable. I had another large glass of water
(probably not large for Benji), brushed my teeth and went to bed, falling
asleep before my head could hit the pillows.

I dreamt heavily that night, all involving the sleeping giant in my living
room. The dreams were full of passion, sex, submission and control. No
words were uttered in the dreams but he had an undeniable power over me
that manipulated me to his will as quickly as the next scene within the
dream would start. These dream sequences were so surreal and changed so
quickly that it was difficult to nail down any details. I couldn't even
remember if we'd had sex or what he looked like naked but when I eventually
woke up, the early morning sun warming my face, I felt like I'd run a
marathon. I woke up sweating, breathing heavily, blood coursing through my
body. My cock was straining underneath my underwear desperate for
release. I had precum mixed with sweat staining the front of the underwear
and I felt on the urge of spilling one of the biggest loads of my life.

I decided to restrain myself and save it for when I had the apartment on my
own and could really make the most of it. I got out of bed and went into my
en suite bathroom. I had a quick cold shower, dried myself of, pulled on
some much-needed clean underwear and clothes and quietly opened the bedroom
door. I could hear Benji's light snoring and felt both elated that he was
still there, and anxious as to what to do next.

I slowly moved out into the living room and once again surveyed my
houseguest. He'd barely moved during the night except for the position of
his hands and arms. One arm was draped over the back of the couch,
revealing a small moist patch within his arm pit. Even when he wasn't
flexing, the muscles in his biceps, triceps and forearm were
impressive. The dark thick hair just inviting to be touched. His other arm
ran along the front of his strong body, and his hand was beneath the waist
band of his tight shorts. With each deep breath he took, Benji's hand
seemed to slowly descend further under the shorts, only to then retreat
slightly. He was unconsciously stroking his dick, in my living room! And
from what I could see it was impressive. Not even close to being erect, and
notwithstanding trying to gauge a relative size to his height, the cock
looked to be around 6 or 7 inches soft, and thick.

I guess now is as good a time as any to divulge my sexual
experiences. Trust me, there isn't much to say, other than I've blown maybe
two or three different guys over the last 10 years, for a cumulative total
of fewer than 10 blow jobs. My height seems to be a real turn on for a lot
of guys, and I'd been told from these past encounters that I was a natural
cocksucker. I can say that I enjoyed doing it but something always felt
missing, like a real power dynamic never eventuated. It was purely
transactional without any real connection beyond the physical.

So I'm not overly experienced, and of course the first time I really feel
strongly about someone they're a total God, straight and therefore well out
of my league. I had to get a grip, but it was so hard to control my urges
when the man of my dreams, literally, was so close.

I walked over to the kitchen and fed myself another glass of water. As I
put the glass in the sink, I turned my head to the front door. My eyes
immediately locked onto the well-worn work boots, placed roughshod at the
entrance and over Benji's sports bag. I immediately got excited, thinking
of Benji's smell emanating from these colossal shoes, encasing his size 16
feet all day every day, the heat of summer burning up and forcing litres of
sweat into the enclosure. My primal urges took over and I walked over to
the boots. I picked up the left boot, its heaviness and sheer size nearly
overwhelming me. My heart racing, I turned my head back to make sure Benji
wasn't yet awake. After confirming his continuing snoring, I put the
opening of the boot to my face and breathed in.

The intensity of the smell had an immediate effect on my composure. His
sweat was powerful, but not repelling. On the contrary, his musk was
delicious and moreish. It seemed to trigger a switch in my brain that told
me to go back for more. And I did. I held the boot to my face and let the
fumes take over me. I imagined his feet freshly out of the boots, Benji
lowering them onto my face completely enveloping me. I imagined stalking
him in his sleep and pushing my nose in between his toes, my tongue and
lips massaging and cleaning his feet.

I put the boot down and picked up his bag. I slowly unzipped the bag and
was hit by an even more pungent smell. I peered inside, seeing his large
Nikes, sweaty shirt, old socks and underwear. I buried my face in the bag
and once again inhaled. I started to feel dizzy but could barely control
myself, inhaling more and more deeply to extract that intoxicating smell. I
could feel the still slightly wet shirt from his footy game yesterday,
stuck out my tongue and licked it.

Immediate sensory overload! Benji had now infiltrated all five of my
senses, and in my head there was no going back. I licked the shirt a couple
of more times then put the bag back down.

With Benji's essence taking control of my brain, all my barriers seemed to
melt away, and I felt more brazen. I walked back towards the living room,
his light snoring continuing in the shadows of the early morning. My eyes
fell to the large feet overhanging the chaise and was drawn to them by my
senses. I slowly crept towards the end of the couch, knelt down in front of
his socked feet and pushed my face closer and closer. I held my breath
until my nose was brushing against the cotton fabric.

I took as much of his scent in as I could with that first breath. From that
moment on, I knew I was hooked forever. My sexual desires completely took
over and I knew my place was at this giant's feet and mercy.

There had been just enough heat in the room to keep his feet recharging
with fresh sweat. His white ankle socks were slightly damp at the
underside, leaving a slight coolness on the end of my nose. I made sure to
explore all over the sole, from the underside of his toes right down to the
heel and also on the tops. I traced the arch of the foot down the outside
edge, up the middle and back down the inside edge. His feet were wide and,
together, were far wider than my head. His toes were long, plump and
straight, with a consistent tapering from the big toes down to his little
toes. The top of his foot had a gentle gradient connecting to his ankles,
which were strong with a clear definition between the achilles and ankle
bones. His calf muscles were big, strong, and defined without being
ripped. This led up to his thighs, again big and strong without being
unnaturally defined.

I felt all the tension and uncertainty within my life recently, melt away
with each breath, the smell and the act of submission, even if Benji was
totally unaware of it, bringing a sense of peace and purpose to my
being. My cock was also nearly at breaking point, desperate for attention,
however my brain dictated that all my attention went to the giant in front
of me.

I must have been at his feet for at least 20 minutes, totally enraptured
with this submissive and deviant act. The whole time Benji continued to
lightly snore, his hand slowly massaging his cock. I kept looking up at his
crotch, the temptation to put my face in it almost stealing me away from
the base of this man mountain. I was so desperate to see what it looked
like, I was sure it would be as strong and beautiful as the rest of
him. Alas, the shorts were doing too good of a job to deny me even the
satisfaction of seeing a clear outline.

I was enjoying the underside of his right foot, when all of a sudden his
foot pulled back. I immediately dropped to the floor and quickly shuffled
myself under the couch. A loud yawn from above announced the giant had
awoken and I heard him stretching and scratching himself above. My heart
was racing, sweat beading at my forehead, short shallow breaths, as I
feared whether or not Benji had seen me inhaling his foot stink. Thankfully
all I heard from him were the common sounds of waking up, the smacking of
the lips, the stretching groans and the shuffling body. I imagined his toes
curling and stretching in their confines, his arms raised above his head
revealing the damp patches of sweat in his pits, and his fingers scratching
his flat beefy stomach and pecs.

I heard him get up, and saw his socked feet planted on the ground,
centimetres from my face. Benji continued his morning ritual to wake
himself up, yawning and rubbing his eyes, willing himself up. Eventually he
stood up, stretched and moaned again, then searched for the bathroom. I
heard him head into the toilet, lift the seat and let out a heavy stream of
piss. While Benji sighed loudly and continued to empty himself, I scurried
out from underneath the backside of the couch and went into the kitchen. My
heart still thumping in my chest, I decided to start making some breakfast
and coffee, no doubt Benji was hungry again.

I pulled out a couple of pans, the toaster, ensuring that Benji could hear
me. I also made sure to pull out a large packet of bacon, a dozen eggs and
all other ingredients to make my world famous cooked breakfast. After last
night's dinner, I knew that I had to make a mountain of food to satisfy
this man's appetite. Just as I had turned on the oven and the cooktop,
Benji emerged from the bathroom.

"Awww fuck yeah! Love me a good cooked brekkie. You need any help with
anything?"

"No you're alright, I've done this a hundred times. English breakfasts are
my specialty. I've got bacon, eggs, mushrooms, haloumi, spinach, hashbrowns
you name it. Want some coffee too? And how do you want your eggs?"

"Perfect! You're spoiling me now! And I'm glad you've got this down pat
cause I'm useless in the kitchen. I know how to eat but I sure can't make
it myself. Can you poach the eggs by any chance?"

"Sure can. Now the important question: How many eggs do you want? I've got
12 here do you want me to cook them all?" I asked dryly.

"Haha smart arse. Nah I'll just have three, to begin with at least."

"No worries." I started putting everything on, thankful that my sneaky acts
this morning went undetected, at least that's what I could assume from
Benji's lack of mentioning it. We talked more about where we grew up, our
families, friends, travel, food and the future.

"I don't know, Joe -- hey that rhymes! Haha -- but seriously, I've been
working for the same construction company since I was 15, labouring all day
every day carrying bricks, tiles, tools, you name it, up and down these new
buildings all over the city. Same shit, different day. You'd think I'd have
saved a bit of cash too, but with a couple of younger siblings and cousins
to support, a huge appetite to satisfy and all the extra shit you've got to
buy, its hard to get ahead you know? Well, looking around your place I
don't think you really understand haha".

I laughed too. "Yeah I'm pretty comfy here that's for sure. No doubt I've
been lucky in life financially: I've made some good decisions, worked hard,
and had plenty of luck along the way. I had a supportive family and great
friends too which makes it easier."

"Had?"

"Well, I don't really talk to my family any more. You know, you just grow
apart, these things happen. And friends seem to be moving into new chapters
in their lives, which I'm really happy for them, but we all can see how
there isn't much room for me in there. Again its fine and I'm not alone,
I've got plenty of friends here and overseas that I see regularly."

"Family is important though man. I'm tight with my family, they've been
battlers their whole lives, their parents too. My siblings have made some
bad decisions which puts pressure on them and me to support everyone, but
no matter what there's plenty of love. Plus Mum makes the best fucking
lasagne, roasts and BBQs ever. She's the reason I'm this big, plus all the
manual labour! But what about you short arse, haha, whats your excuse? Your
parents forget to feed you? Or did you have giants like me steal your lunch
every day?"

As Benji said this he walked up behind me, picked me up and threw me over
his shoulder, smacking my butt with his enormous
hand.

"Ahhh hahaha fuck that hurts Benji hahaha and
I'm so high up! Don't drop me or I swear..."

"Yeah? What you gonna do huh?"

"I'll throw all this food in the bin and you can go hungry".

"Aww you're no fun Joe." He put he down directly in front of him, and I
looked up the looming tower of muscle over me. "Plus you don't want to see
me when I'm hungry. Usually I'm a nice person but don't get between me and
food, otherwise you might just be the one to satisfy my appetite haha."

God he was sexy. He made me so nervous, intimidated me so much with his
size, strength and constant playful threats. "Well if you'd stop picking me
up I could get back to cooking and feeding you, and saving myself!".

Benji sat back down at the dining table, plopped those beautiful socked
feet up onto the table and started tapping away at his phone.

Don't get distracted, Joe. Don't burn the food, or this giant just might
think seriously about his other options!

I served up the meal, with four eggs on Benji's plate, a huge pile of bacon
and all the trimmings. I had overladen the plate, with what seemed like an
entire week's worth of my food. I on the other hand had one egg, a couple
of pieces of bacon and a slice of toast. I put the plates on the table,
served Benji some coffee and juice. Benji put his feet on the ground and
looked at the small mountain of food with hungry eyes.

"Duuuude, this is perfect. Great hangover cure! And looks like you've
cooked enough to satisfy even me. Thanks so much again!"

"No worries at all Benji. Least I could do you expending all that energy
carrying me home last night."

"Haha man that was no problem at all. I'm like an ox, carrying you was like
carrying a brick or two at work."

I couldn't help but focus on Benji eating, shovelling the food into his
wide mouth, chewing and swallowing food like a vacuum. He finished all the
food on his plate in five minutes, tipped the plate up to his face and
dramatically licked it clean. He belched, leant back and kicked his feet
onto the table again.

"That was awesome man, you're a great cook. You do this often?"

"What cook for strangers? Haha, I've got a housemate and I usually cook
dinner for the both of us. I find it cathartic after a long day in front of
the computer. I could give up work and cook if it paid enough!"

"Well man if ever you're looking to destress and want to cook a feast give
me a call. So you're housemate doesn't cook much? Is she hot?"

"Haha well she's probably just right for you. She's tall and slim, I think
she's gorgeous. She's not too bad at cooking but I guess since she's been
living with me for a couple of years, she's gotten a bit complacent. I feel
sorry for her boyfriend and..."

"Oh never mind. If she's taken I don't care. Even more so when you tell me
she doesn't do much cooking. I need a woman who's going to cook and keep me
well fed. I'll keep her well fed in the bedroom haha. Plus I'm not into
tall girls much, I like them petite, the smaller the better. Kind of like
you haha".

*Feed me now!* I thought to myself.

"Are you going to eat that?" Benji asked, pointing to my plate.

"No please you have it."

Benji picked up the bacon and toast, popped them into his mouth, and
belched once more. "Perfect, now I'm full haha. What are you up to the rest
of the day?"

"Not much to be honest. Was probably going to do some cleaning, cook some
meals for the next week, might do some shopping. What about you?"

"Was thinking I'll have to head home at some stage, get changed out of
these clothes. I need a shower though, you can probably smell me from here
sorry!"

*Don't be sorry, I could live breathing you for the rest of my life*.

"Haha you're alright. You can jump in the shower now if you like and I'll
clean up."

"Cheers, alright I'll jump in now. Hope I fit under the shower head!"

While Benji cleaned himself off, sadly washing that sweat off his beautiful
body, I cleaned up after breakfast. It didn't take too long, which gave me
just enough time for a quick sniff and lick of his work boots again. They'd
definitely lost their intensity from even a couple of hours ago, but there
was still enough there to give my brain one last hit. After all, who knows
if I was ever going to see this gorgeous man again?

Benji turned off the shower and came out into the lounge room just as I was
resetting the cushions on the couch. He had the towel wrapped around his
waist and was carrying his clothes over to his bag at the front door. I
looked at his semi naked body and again my mind flared with excitement. The
broad chest and beefy flat stomach were covered in thick curly hair, his
skin olive with a light coating of water from the shower remaining. Benji
quickly drew up a pair of underwear underneath the towel, followed by his
worn shirt and shorts. Before he got a chance to put his socks and shoes
on, I made a mental note of their beautiful colour, the fine black hair on
the tops and toes, the well-trimmed nails and the entrancing size and
strength. Benji put his dirty socks and Nikes back on and picked up his
bag.

"Thanks again for letting me crash and for cooking that amazing
breakfast. Plus the shower is huge, first time I felt normal sized. When
can I stay at Chez Joe again? Haha"

"Anytime big guy."

"Actually, seeing as you haven't got any plans tonight, come drink with me
and my buddy Jarryd. We're gonna watch tonight's game down at one of the
pubs in the City. You can get a little bit more education into the greatest
sport on Earth!"

"Sure that'd be great. What time and where should I meet you?"

"Put my number in your phone and text me later, I'll let you know where
we're going. Should be around 5 I reckon. Make sure you make it ok, don't
make me come drag you out! Haha".

"Don't worry you wont have to. I'll be there."

I put Benji's number in my phone and saw him out. Once the door had closed,
I ran straight into my room, closed the door, threw all my clothes off and
beat my cock to the sights and smells of Benji in my mind. I last all of
about 30 seconds, before exploding in a euphoric fountain of cum and
happiness, before crashing into a deep sleep.


Thank you so much for the messages I received on my first chapter. This is
my first story and I'm really enjoying writing it. I'll aim to have a
chapter up every week but would love to hear your feedback. Happy reading
everyone!