The Giant In A Small City

by Jackson Man

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Nathaniel - all seven feet and ten inches of him - stood at the edge of pool, hands on his hips and a grin of his face. He was naked except for the blue swim trunks that clung to this burly thighs.

"Man, this is the life!" he said quietly, but his voice still echoed around the pristine enclosed pool area.

His chest was covered with the slightest fuzz of hair that started heavy on his pecs and faded as it moved down to his abs. This week he wasn't sporting a beard as usual, although his hair was long with thick curls that made him resemble a Greek marble statue.

Across the pool, Christian entered the room, slamming the door behind him with such force that the water rippled. At six-feet-something with a lean frame he was a big dude, although slouching made him appear 5'10.

"Hey! Put your shirt on!" Christian growled, pointing his clipboard at Nathaniel. He was so scrawny that his uniform shirt hung low, showing a mess of coarse chest hair below his sharp collarbones. "...Fuckin' giant."

"Oh fuck off, my shift's over," Nathan replied, showing the human his middle finger.

Christian waved his clipboard dismissively and exited through the other entrance to the pool room, probably to close off the other rooms.

"Yo Bryan, you saw that? I gave him the finger, like you taught me." Nathaniel turned to face me. With one hand he waved at me, with the other he still held out a middle finger. Dimples adorned his square face and his eyes softened when they met mine.

"Yep, you got it bro!" I mumbled and looked away, pretending like I wasn't supposed to leave 5 minutes ago until I got distracted by his body.

"How the fuck did you dealt with him for the past two years, man?" he asked before yawning. I heard him walk, his large bare feet splashing the water on the floor. "I've been here a month and can't stand his ass."

"You get used to him," I said while looking down. His shadow grew until it ate the whole floor. I looked up and there he was - right in front of me. "...He gets bored after... a while."

"Going unnoticed is easy for you, no?" He remarked as he massaged his own neck. His uniform shirt hung on his shoulder and I could see his unshaven armpit. I saw how his muscles extended on of his torso, the way that his ribs were visible, his bulging bicep. He worked out good.

I looked up at his face and saw him looking down at me with a smile. A scruff was already settling in, threatening to become a five o clock shadow. He had the slightest butt-chin and a very muscular neck.

"Heading out already?" I asked and he raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm... My shift's over, yah." He placed his hands on his hips again, taking even more space.

"Ah, true." Now I was the one scratching my neck nervously. "Well, I'm about to leave, too. I just gotta clean the sauna room first -"

"It's okay man, I open tomorrow. I'll do that for ya," he smiled as he showed me a thumbs-up, another gesture I taught him. I smiled back.

***

Our commutes were similar so it wasn't rare for Nathaniel and I to make the walk home together. The walk wasn't all that bad - maybe 20, 25 minutes. Neither of us had a car, or could afford a cab. Besides, I enjoyed his company.

The night was so hot, with humid air and no breeze. He remainded shirtless because of the heat. I took mine off, too, as I didn't want to feel out of place.

Every now and then he'd bump into me and his hairy hand would brush against my smooth chest. He was very playful during walks, especially during quiet nights like these. Even during work hours I'd catch him staring at me while I talked, or he'd laugh at my jokes a bit too long. I tried to not think much about it or it'd drive me insane.

I felt Nathaniel bump into my body playfully, but a bit but I almost fell. He grabbed me by the shoulders just in time and pulled me closer to him.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he said genuinely, with a bit of fear in his voice. I could call the police from being endangered by a giant, if I wanted, and he knew that. Suddenly the playfulness in the air was gone and we were just two shirtless men in the dark.

I broke the ice by laughing, and then he began to laugh, but his eyes were still attentively looking at me for sign of distress. "I forget how uh tiny you are, at times."

"Tiny? I'm not tiny, dick." I gave my the middle-finger.

"'Dick?' Cock isn't an insult, silly." Only then did I realize that he was still holding me by the shoulders. I looked at his hands grabbing me, and then at him. He cleaned his throat and let go right away. "Well, all humans are tiny to me anyhow..."

"Touché," I said, still feeling the heat from his large hand on my shoulders. A single palm of his could cover my whole shoulder blade.

We kept on walking in silence. I could tell that he was deep in his thoughts, his back slouching like Christian's to make himself smaller, or as small a giant could be. Sweat rolled down his back muscles and his hair looked dry from the chlorine of the pool.

"You okay bro?" I asked lowly. The night was very quiet, only the buzzing from the light lamps could be heard. That, and his heavy footsteps on the cement.

"Yeah. Yeah. Sorry about before," He looked down at me and his full eyebrows hung down and regretful. "I shouldn't have -"

"Hey man, it's okay. It's me." I reached over and held him by the shoulders - well, tried to. I could only reach his biceps. He seemed surprised - that I reached over, or that I was touching him. "I'm fine. You're fine. Don't worry about it. Look, I have some beer home. Wanna come over?"

***

Less than 20 minutes later Nathaniel and I sat in my small sofa-futon. He killed a whole six pack on his own while I was still on my third beer. We remained shirtless so any time we got up you could still see sweat print from where our bodies were.

"Man, this is what I love about you quirky humans," he said after cleaning foam on top of his lip. "You guys make pretty sugary beer."

"Come on, giant beer can't be that sour," I raised my bottle to drink with him. I enjoyed seeing him relax and at ease, with his hands hanging along the futon frame and his legs stretched out.

"Oh baby, you couldn't even handle it!" he mumbled incoherently before laughing lively. He slapped my back with his heavy hand and hooked me closer. I drank from my bottle as I looked at his hand still on my shoulders, then at his face.

His eyes were clouded, his eyelids looked heavy. His mouth was half open, as if he was in the middle of saying something but couldn't. He began drawing circles with his fingertips on my shoulder. My breathing became slow and steady to match his.

I leaned in closer to him. His eyes were still enthralled on my lips so I took him by the chin and moved him so we were eye-level.

"Hey, you okay..." I whispered, our faces were a few centimeters away.

He made the first move.

He was wet and sloppy, and his breathing was very dense against my nose. I felt his hand encroach my neck and he pulled me closer to him. His bicep bulged on the back of my head. His other hand moved up and down my torso. My nipples felt small against his knobby fingers and even his slight pinches made me gasp from the pain.

"Sorry, sorry, sorr-" he moved apart when I gasped, but I leaned back into kissing him.

I threw myself against his body, and this time he fell backwards into the futon. I loved how his torso body was able to support my whole weight on him. We kissed without even taking breaks to breathe, and his hands grabbed my head and pulled me backwards, but this time he was carefu enough to not make it hurt.

He began kissing my neck. The beer made my vision spin like I was inside a laundry machine. I could hear him grunt between kisses, I could feel his large hand hold my whole head. I played with his beefy pecs with my hands, his fuzzy chest hair was smooth and tangled.

His fingers were too large to unbutton my jeans so I had to help him. I unbuttoned my jeans clumsily as he played with his nipples. I tried to stand up to take off my pants but he held me down in place. He pulled them down enough for my boxers to be visible, then started fishing for my dick.

He looked completely maddened, with red cheeks from the alcohol, and the heat. His breath was so hot that he produced vapor. I turned around and saw a large bulge rising from his blue swim trunks. I reached to press against it but I felt that he took a hold of my cock.

His lips felt so good I had to face him to make sure it was really happening. I was being blown by - by a giant.

He took me by the hips and guided me forward, so that my crotch was right on his face. My dick was large enough to go from his lips all the way to his hairline. He ripped my boxers and my balls fell on his face.

Nathaniel breathed me in before sucking on my balls. He couldn't get enough. Suddenly all the alcohol I drank hit me at once and it was hard to keep my eyes open. His tongue was firm and wet against my skin. Both my balls fell deep inside his mouth with ease.

He juggled between one ball and the other with his tongue - pushing and pulling, licking. He stared at me as he sucked on my balls and jerked me off, his eyes cloudy but attentive. He wanted to make sure I felt good.

And I did.

I moved back a little bit to let my head enter his pink lips. At first he didn't swallow me whole but simply kept my head on his cheek so that when I thrust forward I could see the outline of my cock on his face.

From behind I could feel his legs thrusting up and down, as if he was fucking the air. His shorts must've been so tight against his cock that the mesh felt good when he moved. I took this as cue and pulled my dick out. I slapped it against his face - and he moaned - before I entered his mouth fully.

My head hit something wet and warm - the back of his throat. He didn't gag, instead simply moaned with a full mouth. The way his tongue pushed against my shaft drove me insane.

He took hold of my lower back and pushed forward, begging me to thrust more, and harder.

I fucked his throat good for a few minutes. To fuck him fully I had to completely lean forward and push myself against the wall to support my body weight. Despite moving in and out I knew that he didn't have enough room to breathe so I made sure to pace myself correctly. When I tired I simply grabbed his head with one hand and moved it forward and backwards from my cock.

I turned around and saw a large pool of precum rising on his short. I could see the head of his cock. It alone was perhaps 5 inches wide.

"Where - where do you want me - to - cum?" I said out of breath. My breathe was becoming shorter, quicker, so I knew I was close. I felt like exploding, soon. "Where should I-"

I felt his giant hand on my ass and he pushed forward harder. That was good enough for me.

I thrust increasingly faster inside his throat until I came. It felt like I was coming forever, but that probably was just the alcohol.

I took a few seconds before pulling away. My cock was increibly sensible, enough so that when it touched his lips on its way out another wave of pleasure hit me and a last shot of cum exited, hitting his wide nose.

I fell back on the futon completely tired and out of breath. The tent on his swim trunks was still there - and the precum pool was larger than ever, covering the whole crotch area.

I slapped and massaged his thigh when I felt his muscles harden under my hand. To my surprise he got up and stood up in front of me.

His body completely towered mine. He was so large and tall that he had to constantly look down - the ceiling was too low. I felt so small compared to him and got hard again. His eyes were red and teary, passionate. My cum still hung on his face. He growled after swallowing my seed. His breathing was quickening.

I moved closer to his cock as he began jerking himself off. With one hand I moved up down his hairy thigh, with the other I played with my nipples. I stuck my tongue out.

His dick was something to behold. It was large - 15, maybe 16 inches. Its thickness was that of a soda can, perhaps larger. I leaned in forward to act like I was about to suck on it but instead just kissed his thighs as I massaged his balls. I could hear him whimper in pleasure.

It surprised me when he finished on my torso. It was white, dense and hot, and it pooled on my collarbones before dripping downwards like melting wax.

Nathaniel fell back into the futon and exhaled completely relieved. He cleared my cum off his face with his bare fingers before reaching in to make out. This time we were much slower, almost as if tasting the other. He pushed me down slightly until my back was against the futon. Once on top of me he kept missing me and thrusting into my leg slowly.

Despite his size and weight he fell asleep with his face on my torso without any issues. His head was heavy on my chest and I started playing with his hair, the curly locks felt a bit thicker that I had imagine. His five o clock shadow poked my pecs with every breath I took.

***

He woke up first, and that woke me up.

It was around 2am when I felt his body get up off me. The lights were off, and we were both still drunk, so he almost tripped when he got up. At first he was confused, and memories hit him in waves. He looked at me and I looked at him. His eyebrows moved up and down like he was going from confused to angry to relieved, back to confused.

"You still think I can't handle giant beer?" I asked, trying to break the silence.

"What the fuck do I fucking know about what you can handle, right?" He said, his tone more sharper and pointed than I expected, so I felt hurt. He sat back on the futon and put his hands on his face to think, only to realize that his face was full of cum. He fell asleep on my torso. "Fuck! Fuck! I gotta use the, the, what's the word -"

He got up and walked off without looking at me.

"The restroom's just down the hall, on your left..." I said, standing up myself. I started picking up the empty beer bottles littering around the room, trying to not step over his shoes, my pants, his shirt... I heard the water turn on and it ran for a while. I cleaned myself with baby wipes.

He came back after I had picked up the last Corona bottle. He looked a lot more sobered up, with water still dripping down his face as if he had just showered. I was sitting on the futon and he slowly came to join me. Once he sat down and his legs sprawled over the sofa he picked up another beer bottle.

"I'm uh, sorry if things got -"

"It's alright, man. Shows you that even 'sweet' human beer can fuck you up."

"Yeah. I uh, had to clear my mind. And face. I hope I didnt make a mess -"

"Everything okay?"

He drank long sips from the bottle before answering me. His eyes were open now, but still clouded and he was constantly blinking. Our legs were touching directly and the feeling of his short hairs against my bare legs felt good. He looked small again, as if he was trying to hide his giantness.

"Don't, uh, tell anyone -"

"I won't, Nathan."

"I have family back home to take care of, you know." My stomach sunk. Why did it sink?

He left sometime after that, despite me telling him he could stay the night. I could hear his footsteps echoing around the hallway and staircases of my building. Maybe it was hesitation, or his drunkenness, but he was taking a long time for each step, as if he didn't want to leave.

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