Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2017 15:25:36 +0300 From: Under Jug Subject: Bare Naked Giant - part 3 Bare Naked Giant - Part 3 by Underjug M/b, oral, inc, con, giant ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! Help support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ ********** For three days straight, me and Wyatt played Bare Naked Giant the way I asked him to. It was totally the coolest now that I could come out of hiding. At first I had to stay under the covers and wait for the filled-out fire hose to poke in. Wyatt chuckled once about it being like a glory hole. But when I asked what that was, he said he'd explain in a few years. I knew him putting his big hand mitt on my head meant the words were too adult and I shouldn't keep asking. Once I drained the first batch of honey from the pee hole of his plum, I was safe to crawl out and get right underneath the bare naked giant. He was sorta down on all fours with his knees on the edge of the bed and his feet on the floor. I would be crouched down in front of his super hard stick. It would bounce a bit in the air like a sideways inflatable clown. His walnuts dangled in their beanie bag. Big bunch of black curly hair was all around the bottom of the stick. It would hurt just a teeny bit when I bumped my head on the ceiling of his all-muscles stomach. Only a week ago, I didn't even really know Wyatt at all. Never in a bazillion years would I guess I'd be between his legs sucking on his stick and drinking what he called the O'Connell DNA. In some ways I was still a kinda scaredy-cat. To an eight-year-old kid like me, everything about Wyatt was just so ginormous. His legs I could barely wrap my skinny arms around. His guns (his word) that made hilly round muscles on top when he flexed. His face that seemed to be two times as big as mine. His chest and tummy which looked like a tank. Wyatt could crush me if he wanted to. It felt so good that he didn't. But it was also neat that he was strong enough that he could. This I guess made being the villager even more exciting. Wyatt was like a mean jungle beast. Only my mouth could tame him, he once chuckled to me. So neat that someone teeny could be strong, just in a different way. I knew exactly what to do. I loved hearing his angry threats and growls turn into happy moans and groans. Every time the moans and groans stopped, I tried new stuff with my mouth to start them up again. Sucking harder. Sucking softer. Gulping fast. Sipping slow. Rolling my tongue underneath the plum. Lapping like my tongue was scrubbing it. Letting the plum sit in my mouth. Slurping on it noisily. Anything to get the bare naked giant to moan and groan. I knew I was doing it right when he breathed faster and his tummy jerked. The plum would blow up like a balloon. And his walnuts would rise like a lady in a magician's show. The stick would get like steel. I would hear an "argh" from above. And I knew the machine gun would start. KER-BLAM! KER-BLAM! KER-BLAM! KER-BLAM! Ker-blam! Ker-blam! Ker-blam! Ker- blam! Then the squirts, squirts, squirts. I was so good, and Wyatt would praise me after, when I drank down every last drop of milk. Having just the pee hole between my lips made it easy. My entire mouth would get full of the creamy stuff and I'd send it down to my tummy. And I wouldn't stop chug-a-lugging, as Wyatt called it. He was amazed a kid could take it all, when even an adult had a tough time. Boy, that sure made me extra proud. Wyatt would collapse on the bed. Last time he said, "Dude, making milk takes it out of me. I have never shot so hard in my life. You really do it for me." I would crawl up into Wyatt's big strong arms and whimper like a happy puppy. Him all naked, me in my pj bottoms. This time I said, "I'm glad I get to be the one to make it come out. It's all right here." I patted my tummy and imagined a big ball of milk in there. Wyatt's milk. No one else got to have it but me. Little me. Usually we slept in our own beds. But after some begging, I convinced Wyatt to let me sleep between his legs all night. It was the coolest. I woke up before Wyatt and first thing I noticed was his stick lying all lazy across his hip. Every time before it poked out, so it was weird seeing it normal. I slid out, found Mom's tape measure, and came back. Carefully I measured. Whoa, it was seven and a half inches! Smaller but still big. I crawled from the bed and Wyatt was stretched out. For fun I measured my big brother from head to toe. Something wasn't right. Wyatt wasn't six feet, ten inches like he said. I measured again. This woke Wyatt up. "Whatcha doing, little dude?" "You're bigger than you said! You're really seven feet, two inches!" "Oh, did I say six ten? Sorry, it's habit. For some reason, people freaked when I would start to say seven feet. So to make it easier on me, I say six and everybody's cool. Sorry, little bro." "No, it's awesome! You're really a giant!" "Guess I am." "How big are your shoes?" Wyatt stuck his foot out and wiggles his toes. "Size 17." "Whoooaaaaa. I'm only -" after measuring "-three feet, 10 inches. And my shoe size is two." "Don't worry, little bro. You'll grow up big and strong." "Know what else? I measured your stick when it was normal and it's seven and a half inches." "Damn, that's half an inch longer than when I last measured in high school." Already Wyatt's stick was poking up. I ran over to measure it again. "Hey! It's nine and a half inches!" "Guess it grew half an inch more since I was in college and I didn't even know it." "Thanks to your little brother!" I raised my arms to accept praise. Wyatt pretended to be a crowd cheering. My big brother was the greatest. Wyatt took me out for more motorbike rides. He even taught me basketball moves. I learned he played shooting guard, which made me giggle a little bit at first. I was such a shrimp dribbling the ball cause my head was barely at his waist. But sometimes he would pick me up as high as him so I could swish it. Wyatt took me out to a buncha action movies that Mom would be mad about if she found out. He even went with me to some cartoons. We set off fireworks a couple nights. At the swimming pool he showed me how to do laps, but we had to look away when changing so our sticks wouldn't poke out. Oh, and me and him went shopping for bball gear so I'd look cooler. Wyatt held my hand when we were out. I had to reach up high. People smiled at us cause we had so much fun together and laughed and joked around. I got tingles when someone asked about us and Wyatt said we were brothers. As much as I loved all the other stuff with Wyatt, I couldn't wait to come home to play Bare Naked Giant. Once while getting off the motorbike, Wyatt asked if I was okay cause of my shivering. I told him I was just so excited. He would lift me up like a sack of potatoes and carry me upstairs to get cleaned up. We never did anything dirty in the shower, except maybe kiss. Even though his wiener stuck out like a dowsing rod and mine like a pellet, we mostly just soaped up and rinsed. And maybe also hugged. But both of us were totally into starting Bare Naked Giant. After I sucked the plum from under the covers and got the first batch of honey, I crawled out in my pj bottoms to see the bare naked giant and climb onto his back. But this time he didn't go to my room to fight my stuffed animals. Instead he went downstairs. "Heeeeyyyyyyy, where're you going, bare naked giant?" I asked. My little bare feet dug into his lower back and my skinny little arms hung onto his neck. "It's a surprise, villager," he answered. My eyes were wide as saucers. I wondered what the surprise could be! I leaned over to watch the bare naked giant's stick bounce as he went down each step. But mostly I was looking around for the surprise. I rode the bare naked giant into the living room and was totally shocked by what I saw. There was a blanket fort! "This is the giant's lair," said the bare naked giant. "Wooooowwwww!" was all I could say. Wyatt musta built it while I was getting ready before we left. Seeing it made me love him even more. The bare naked giant set me down. I hugged his leg as he explained. "This is the entrance. You have to pull on this cord to open the curtains." The bare naked giant nodded and I did it myself. The curtains opened up and inside were pillows, a quilt in the corner, white Christmas lights hung up, a tiny stool with snacks and pop. I looked up at the bare naked giant with a big smile. "I get to go into the giant's lair?!" He stopped me before I could jump in. "Hold on. There's a few rules that all must follow before they are allowed entrance into the giant's lair." "What's that?" I said all eager. "Anyone who goes into the giant's lair must be bare naked." "Awwwww," I whined. "But I wanna be the villager." "You can be the villager. But while inside you cannot wear clothes. It's the rule of giants. Otherwise we wouldn't be known as bare naked." I didn't really want to take off my clothes. But I sure did want to hang out in the giant's lair! "Okay. If that's the rule." "It is." I started to pull down my pj bottoms. But the bare naked giant stopped me. "Another rule is, only bare naked giants can make you bare naked." That made me giggle. "Kay." I lifted my arms. The bare naked giant kneeled. He grabbed the waistband. And pulled my pj bottoms to my ankles. My stick went boing since it was all poked out. I lifted my feet and the bare naked giant took off my pj bottoms and set them outside the lair. "Alright," the bare naked giant nodded. "In you go, villager!" Laughing, I leaped into the lair like it was a pile of leaves. Landing on all those pillows was like falling onto a cloud. The bare naked giant climbed in and did his best not to step on me. He leaned against the folded quilt and stretched out, taking up almost all the lair. He was so ginormous! "This - is - so - cool!" I shouted and swam all over the pillows. Honey started leaking from the pee hole. "Uh-oh, I gotta drink before the bare naked giant gets mad!" I said before crawling up and sucking it out. The bare naked giant moaned and groaned. I was doing it right. I looked up into his sleepy eyes and smiled with a mouthful of plum. After a minute or so of sucking, I popped the plum out and smacked my lips. "Mm, mm, good." "Could the bare naked giant interest you in some refreshments before giving you a bellyful of milk?" I settled down and sat up politely. "Yes, pweez." We had sips of Coke and ate chocolate chip cookies. This was paradise. I giggled. "What?" said the bare naked giant. "Your walnuts are like rocks rolling around." "They're busy making milk." "Wait, is that where the milk comes from?!" "You betcha." I crawled up to get a closer look. "Whooaaaa, I never knew that." "You know what helps with milk production?" "What?" "If you lick the milk sack." I didn't need to be told twice. Quickly I leaned in close and lapped the milk sack like a kitten. The bare naked giant moaned and groaned. "The rule is now that, even outside, the villager has to give the bare naked giant's milk sack a tongue bath." I was barely listening. Tasting the salty soft leather was just about as good as sucking on the plum. I loved how the walnuts almost seemed like they were running away when I tried to give them their bath. They were just like me. "This is just as yummy as your plum, bare naked giant." "That's good, villager, because I need you to do it extra for all the times you missed doing it before." I was happy to spend all night licking the milk sack if that's what I needed to do. The bare naked giant's hard stick kept bonking me on the top of my head as I licked. When I started feeling honey dripping onto the back of my neck, I had to go back up to drink it all down. I learned how to go back and forth. It was a new thing to practice! "Alright, villager, lay back." I licked my lips and did exactly as I was told. "The other rule of the lair is no unwashed sticks." "But I'm washing it, bare naked giant. I'm trying to when I'm not helping with milk production in your milk sack." "Yes, and you're doing a good job, villager. But I'm talking about all sticks. Not just the bare naked giant's." The bare naked giant leaned down, his lips over my two inches poking up. I couldn't believe it. Wyatt was actually going to put my stick in his mouth? It was weird, because I never even imagined him doing it. I guess I just thought it was the villager's job. I leaned back some more, thinking maybe he was just kidding. But the bare naked giant opened up and put my stick and bag into his mouth. Suddenly I felt like the time I was in the ocean and the tide was pulling me out. It was actually my stick being sucked on. "Mmmmmm," I hummed. "Ohhh. Ohhh. Is that how it feels for you?" The bare naked giant nodded and gently sucked. When he pulled off I saw his spit coating my tiny stick and sack. "Woooww, that made sparkles." "What do you mean, villager?" he asked. I suddenly remembered we were playing our game. "Like, it's all tingly when you did that, bare naked giant." "From now on, I will have to make sure the villager's stick is clean." "Oops!" I shouted and crawled over to catch the honey from the plum before it dripped onto the quilt. After I finished, I licked my lips again and ran my hand over my mouth. "Almost missed." "Will you abide by my rules?" the bare naked giant said with his scary deep voice. I cowered. "Yes, bare naked giant. I promise not to wear clothes and to get my stick cleaned when I'm in the giant's lair." "Fee fi fo fum, then I won't have to spank a little villager's bum." I laughed and laughed, almost kicking over our Cokes. We finished them and I was taught about burping contests. Which made me laugh even more. So many new things I learned because of Wyatt. I loved my big brother more than anything. It hurt my heart a bit thinking how much I loved him. "Does the villager have room left for a bellyful of milk?" "You bet, bare naked giant." He made his stick jump. It looked like a dog hopping up and down wanting attention. I got the message and giggled. Crawling over I opened up wide, my jaw aching a bit from being stretched out so wide all week. But I didn't care. Feeling the plum fill my mouth and watching the bare naked giant turn nice. I could do this forever and ever. "Let me see the villager's stick," commanded the bare naked giant. I got up on all fours so he could see my little stick poking out. Suddenly he growled. The plum grew. The walnuts went up. The stick went steel. And - KER-BLAM! A whole buncha times. My licking the milk sack musta helped cause the bare naked giant's stuff blasted past my tonsils it seemed. But I was a champ and gulped it all down. The bare naked giant was usually on all fours, but now that he was laying back, his legs jerked all over the place. It was so different seeing how much of his body moved around from my sucking. I was seriously full after drinking all that milk. But best of all, after I begged and begged, Wyatt let us sleep in the giant's lair. With me curled up between his legs, of course.