Quietus666
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This is a story I wrote some time ago; it's not porn, it's very romantic and passionate. Hope you enjoy it.
He was tall and strong. His long and massive arms extended from his shoulders like a tree’s branches. His hands seemed to be twice as large as mine. They were covered by soft hairs running from his wrists up to his fingers. He was wearing a black shirt and pants of the same color in contrast with his white skin. One could make out his strong thighs and calves underneath his trousers. His powerful body was supported by his big feet.
The others had left and we were alone.
“You don’t wanna go home?” he asked closing the door.
“No, I prefer staying here,” I said pointing at the couch behind me. I smiled at him, I took off my sweatshirt and put it on a chair next to me.
“I can see you’re starting to get a belly,” he said smiling at me provocatively. I stepped closer to him. “You’re one to talk!” I said touching his. My palm was on his belly. Suddenly our smiles disappeared from our faces. I looked into his eyes. He put his right hand on the back of my neck and started to stroke it with his long fingers. I put my hand on his left shoulder. He moved his face closer to mine and kissed me on the lips. I returned the first kiss, the second one… I could feel the strength of his arm while his hand was on my back exerting enough pressure for me not to stop kissing him. I started to unbutton his shirt. In that moment, he stopped kissing me to take off his shirt and throw it on the floor. I took off my t-shirt. I started to run my left hand along the left side of his back towards his bottom but before I could continue, he took my hands and moved them towards the button of his pants smiling roguishly.
He was standing in front of me in all his massiveness. Like a perfect statue made from firm clay but not too hard to be devoid of feelings. The hairs on his chest ran downward along his belly forming a narrow line which started below his belly button and disappeared at the edge of his black boxer briefs. I dropped my pants without him having to give me a sign to do so. He started kissing me on my neck and my left ear making me tremble. This time he let me run my hand down his back inside his underwear. I could feel the firmness of his round bottom and started touching it with both my hands.
After some seconds I got out of his embrace. “Lie down on the sofa,” I said. “On your back.” He did what I’d asked him to do. I took off his socks revealing his perfect feet. I ran my hand on them, continuing up to his knees, his strong thighs, toward his boxer briefs… And back down to his feet. I started kissing them as if he was the flawless incarnation of masculinity and I was trying to show him my adoration. My kisses went on along his legs up to the spot where there was no underwear anymore. I looked into his eyes and he gave me a sign that now everything was allowed. He put his feet up on my back and crossed them making me feel like I’d gotten caught in a trap.
After some minutes passed, I could feel his embrace getting weaker but wasn’t sure what was going to happen. We looked into each other’s eyes as if asking for permission to continue. We smiled at each other without moving our lips and he put his feet up on my shoulders. I got caught in the trap again but this time it was me who had set it and wasn’t going to let my victim go. It was like an abyss one couldn’t get out of. Inside of it there was just one body consisting of me and the giant. Strength, massiveness, love and passion.
I climbed to the top of the fortress. Exhausted I lay down to his side. I rested my head on his outstretched arm and my right hand on his chest. Soon he covered it with his. Both of us could feel his breath calming down.
He was tall and strong. His long and massive arms extended from his shoulders like a tree’s branches. His hands seemed to be twice as large as mine. They were covered by soft hairs running from his wrists up to his fingers. He was wearing a black shirt and pants of the same color in contrast with his white skin. One could make out his strong thighs and calves underneath his trousers. His powerful body was supported by his big feet.
The others had left and we were alone.
“You don’t wanna go home?” he asked closing the door.
“No, I prefer staying here,” I said pointing at the couch behind me. I smiled at him, I took off my sweatshirt and put it on a chair next to me.
“I can see you’re starting to get a belly,” he said smiling at me provocatively. I stepped closer to him. “You’re one to talk!” I said touching his. My palm was on his belly. Suddenly our smiles disappeared from our faces. I looked into his eyes. He put his right hand on the back of my neck and started to stroke it with his long fingers. I put my hand on his left shoulder. He moved his face closer to mine and kissed me on the lips. I returned the first kiss, the second one… I could feel the strength of his arm while his hand was on my back exerting enough pressure for me not to stop kissing him. I started to unbutton his shirt. In that moment, he stopped kissing me to take off his shirt and throw it on the floor. I took off my t-shirt. I started to run my left hand along the left side of his back towards his bottom but before I could continue, he took my hands and moved them towards the button of his pants smiling roguishly.
He was standing in front of me in all his massiveness. Like a perfect statue made from firm clay but not too hard to be devoid of feelings. The hairs on his chest ran downward along his belly forming a narrow line which started below his belly button and disappeared at the edge of his black boxer briefs. I dropped my pants without him having to give me a sign to do so. He started kissing me on my neck and my left ear making me tremble. This time he let me run my hand down his back inside his underwear. I could feel the firmness of his round bottom and started touching it with both my hands.
After some seconds I got out of his embrace. “Lie down on the sofa,” I said. “On your back.” He did what I’d asked him to do. I took off his socks revealing his perfect feet. I ran my hand on them, continuing up to his knees, his strong thighs, toward his boxer briefs… And back down to his feet. I started kissing them as if he was the flawless incarnation of masculinity and I was trying to show him my adoration. My kisses went on along his legs up to the spot where there was no underwear anymore. I looked into his eyes and he gave me a sign that now everything was allowed. He put his feet up on my back and crossed them making me feel like I’d gotten caught in a trap.
After some minutes passed, I could feel his embrace getting weaker but wasn’t sure what was going to happen. We looked into each other’s eyes as if asking for permission to continue. We smiled at each other without moving our lips and he put his feet up on my shoulders. I got caught in the trap again but this time it was me who had set it and wasn’t going to let my victim go. It was like an abyss one couldn’t get out of. Inside of it there was just one body consisting of me and the giant. Strength, massiveness, love and passion.
I climbed to the top of the fortress. Exhausted I lay down to his side. I rested my head on his outstretched arm and my right hand on his chest. Soon he covered it with his. Both of us could feel his breath calming down.
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