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What a trip!
I had a wonderful five days over my
Thanksgiving holiday hanging out with my buddy Mike in New York. This was
my first time visiting Mike since he moved to Harlem. I was truly in my
element being in a place with so many gorgeous black men walking the
streets, riding on the subway, and out in the clubs. There were a fair
number of tall brothers, too – which always gets my heart pumping and my
dick hard. I got cruised a few times by some hotties, but I was a good boy
– I was in the city to visit my friend after all, not to get laid.
I had a very early flight out of LaGuardia, heading for Chicago where
I would have to change planes for the quick flight home to Milwaukee. The
security line at the airport was horrendous, even at this early hour of
the morning. There didn’t seem to be any eye candy for me either, just a
bunch of families heading home from the holidays with their unruly kids. I
ended up near the end of the line and could see the line bending around
the walls. Luckily, my flight was an hour away so I should be able to make
it. I was tired and my mind started drifting into fantasizing about this
tall light-skinned brother I had seen yesterday on the train. He had the
most beautiful long legs and these pointy-toed shoes that made his feet
look even longer than their already impressive length.
I suddenly
felt this presence behind me and my instinct immediately told me that a
very tall man had walked up behind me. I tried to turn around casually as
if I was looking for a clock or something. As I turned, I saw the Nike
logo on a white hoodie that belonged to an extremely tall and very
good-looking black guy. The logo was just above my eye level, and I
realized that I was staring right at the big man’s chest. I’m 5’10” tall,
and I knew this guy had to be at least a foot taller than me. I couldn’t
help but look up and saw this boyish (yet very sexy) face looking down at
me with a great big smile. HOW’S IT GOING, MAN? LOOKS LIKE WE GOT A MAJOR
LINE AHEAD OF US. I CAN’T BELIEVE ALL THIS EXTRA SECURITY THEY GOTTA PUT
US THROUGH. NAME’S BILL. He had to be a basketball player, as he was
clearly close to 7' tall. He looked so hot in his white Nike hoodie,
matching black sweatpants, and custom high-tops. I found it hard to try
and act natural and not stare incessantly at him.
He held out his
huge hand and I impressed him by knowing how to give him a proper
“brothers” handshake. I was so in awe that I started trembling and
sweating. I must have looked like a bumbling little idiot to this towering
young athlete. “Uh, I’m Scott” I stammered, “Nice to meet you Bill’.” MAN,
YOU ALRIGHT? YOU’RE REALLY STARTING TO SWEAT. “Guess I should take off
this down jacket….I thought it was going to be colder in New York this
weekend, but the weather has been unusually mild.” I pulled off my thick
coat and couldn’t help but feeling that Bill was checking me out. Or maybe
that was just wishful thinking on my part. I do have a rather active
imagination…..especially when I’m around a gorgeous black stud like Bill.
YOU’RE IN GOOD SHAPE, SCOTTY. YOU PLAY SPORTS? Scotty? The big guy had
already given me a nickname. Maybe he is digging me! “I was on the swim
team in high school and college and I still swim and workout 3-4 times a
week.” THAT’S COOL…..VERY COOL. I PLAY BALL FOR THE SUNS….BUT LET’S KEEP
THAT ON THE DOWN LOW, OK? I’M HOPING I WON’T GET NOTICED THIS EARLY IN THE
MORNING.
We were nearing the security gates now and I was
mesmerized watching Bill pull off his enormous size 17s. They completely
filled the plastic tub. He bent down to clear the security gate and I
heard one of the TSA guys muttering to his buddy, “Hey that’s the star
center for the Suns…he’s an awesome player.” I quickly made my way through
the gate and slipped my shoes back on, trying to keep pace with the big
guy’s long strides. I wasn’t conscious of it at the time, but to an
observer I must have looked like I was following behind him like a little
puppy dog. To my delight, he looked back to see where I was. HURRY UP,
SCOTTY. WE’RE JUST BARELY GOING TO MAKE IT TO THE GATE ON TIME. I GOT THE
EXIT ROW FOR MY LONG LEGS. WHAT SEAT YOU IN? God was truly shining on me
today as I looked at my ticket and realized I was in the same row, one
seat over from the big man. “I’m in 16C.” COOL….I’M 16A. I HOPE NOBODY IS
SITTING IN B….I NEED ALL THE ROOM I CAN GET WITH THESE LEGS. As we
approached the gate I discretely reached into my pocket to adjust
myself….I had a raging hard-on at this point. Bill truly looked like a
giant when we got inside the plane, ducking his head through every doorway
and stooping way over to avoid hitting his head on the TV monitors
attached to the ceiling. Even in the exit row, he had to straddle his legs
in just the right way so they weren’t tight against the seats in front of
him.
As we got settled, he spread his long legs apart and his knee
ended up touching mine. His legs were not only long, but I could see they
were solid as a rock. He stretched his long slender arm outward and set
his large hand on his leg, very close to mine. It was all I could do not
to reach over and place my hand on his. “Man, you’ve got really big hands.
I bet you’re one of those guys who can pick up a basketball with just one
hand.” YEAH, I CAN DO THAT WITH NO PROBLEM. WE CALL IT PALMING THE BALL.
Bill held his hand up and I placed mine against his so we could compare.
It seemed innocent enough, but I was incredibly turned on and hoped he
wasn’t seeing the throbbing bulge in my pants. The cabin lights were
already turned off and most people had already closed their eyes. Bill
took a quick look around then slid his long fingers in between mine and
clasped my hand with a strong yet gentle grip. He leaned over toward me
and bent his head down to whisper in my ear. I REALLY DIG YOU, SCOTTY. YOU
ARE ONE SEXY MAN. After what felt like an eternity, we pulled our hands
apart and the big guy placed his hand on my leg where he could easily move
it away if a flight attendant came by. Whenever the coast was clear I
would place my hand on top of his and gently rub his long fingers as we
spoke. I could hardly believe how natural this all felt, and how connected
I felt to this towering young athlete I had admired on TV. I was probably
about 10 years older than he was, but he didn’t seem to care. Bill called
the flight attendant over and ordered some drinks for us. I was soon
feeling no pain and found myself telling Bill everything about myself. He
was all ears and seemed genuinely interested in knowing all about me. He
asked me about my family, my job, my relationships, etc. In a little more
than an hour I felt he knew a lot about me. I was single, raised in a
foster home with no connection to any family, hated my job, and was really
sick of living in Milwaukee but just didn’t have the money to move
somewhere new. I even confessed that a few weeks ago I got really drunk
and was actually contemplating just ending it all. MAN, I CAN’T BELIEVE
YOU WOULD THINK ABOUT DOING THAT. I MEAN, YOU’RE SO HANDSOME….GUYS MUST BE
HITTING ON YOU ALL THE TIME. YOU HAVE LOTS OF REASONS TO LIVE. I explained
to Bill that even though guys hit on me a lot, it was all about sex and I
wanted more than that. I wanted to be with someone who really cared about
me, who really wanted me. “Believe it or not big guy, my whole life I have
never really felt wanted. Desired for sure, but not really wanted.
MAN, YOU ARE REALLY INTENSE. BUT I LOVE HOW OPEN AND HONEST YOU ARE.
BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I’M A REALLY SPIRITUAL PERSON AND I FEEL LIKE I’M
SEEING RIGHT INSIDE YOUR SOUL. I’LL CONFESS SOMETHING ELSE TO YOU SCOTTY,
BEING WITH SOMEONE IS REALLY HARD FOR ME TOO. I HAVE TO BE SO CAREFUL AND
NOT LET ON THAT I’M….YOU KNOW, THE “G” WORD. THE PRESS WOULD EAT ME ALIVE
IF THEY FOUND OUT. SO YOU SEE, I FEEL PRETTY ALONE, TOO. I placed my hand
on his again and felt we had just made an incredible connection. At that
moment the flight attendant announced we were making our final descent
into O’Hare. As I looked up at the big guy, I could actually see tears
forming in his eyes……the same thing was happening to me. “Where you
heading, Bill?” BACK TO MY HOUSE IN SCOTTSDALE. “Look….I don’t have
to go back to work for another few days…..hell, I don’t care if I ever go
back. If I can trade my ticket in for one to Phoenix, maybe we could hang
out for a while and...” I suddenly stopped, realizing I was jumping ahead
very fast and making all kinds of crazy assumptions. Bill could sense what
I was thinking. IT’S OK MAN, REALLY. I WANT YOU TO COME WITH ME. I
WAS GOING TO ASK YOU ANYWAY, YOU JUST BEAT ME TO IT. I’m sure my face lit
up like a Christmas tree and it was all I could do not to hug the big man
right then and there. But I kept my cool. We got the tickets all switched
and boarded the plane for Phoenix together.
After settling in and
ordering a couple more cocktails, Bill got this serious look on his face
and proceeded to ask me….. SCOTTY, DID YOU REALLY MEAN WHAT YOU SAID
BEFORE ABOUT WANTING TO BELONG TO SOMEONE? He pulled down the neck of his
hoodie and reached down to pull out a locket that was handing from his
neck. SEE THIS? MY GRANDMOTHER GAVE ME THIS LOCKET. I THINK SHE’S KIND OF
CONCERNED THAT I STILL HAVEN’T FOUND SOMEONE SPECIAL TO BE IN MY LIFE.
SHE’S ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE WHO KNOWS ABOUT ME….AND SHE IS TOTALLY COOL
WITH IT. SHE SAID ALL I HAD TO DO WAS FIND THE ONE THAT I WANTED…..PUT
THIS LOCKET IN HIS HAND….SAY A FEW SPECIAL WORDS…..AND HE WOULD BELONG TO
ME FOREVER. SHE GOT THIS FROM A WOMAN SHE MET ON HER TRIP TO AFRICA. SHE’S
VERY SUPERSTITIOUS, BUT I STILL LOVE HER. “I think it’s really cool that
your grandmother accepts you for who you are. But the truth is I’m falling
for you already, so I don’t think we’re going to need a “love charm” or
whatever that thing is. I KNOW, I KNOW. BUT YOU’RE LIKE THE FIRST GUY
THAT’S EVER MADE ME FEEL THIS WAY AND….WELL, I KNOW IT’S CORNY BUT, WILL
YOU DO IT ANYWAY? OK, Bill. It’s kinda silly, but if you want me to hold
the locket while you say the magic words, I’ll do it. Hell, I want you to
fall in love with me…..so what have I got to lose? This time Bill lit up
like the Christmas tree. OK SCOTTY, HOLD OUT YOUR HAND. He placed the
locket in my hand and softly whispered the words his grandmother taught
him. THERE, IT’S DONE. FEEL ANY DIFFERENT? I didn’t feel anything of
course. But just to have fun with Bill, I started to sway back and forth
and fell forward into his arms, pretending to faint. After a moment, I
slowly looked up at him and quoted from the movie “Singin’ in the Rain”
“Bill, my sweetheart, my love….our love will last till the stars turn
cold” The silly grin on my face let on that I was messing with him and we
both started to laugh hysterically. MAN, YOU REALLY HAD ME GOING FOR A
SECOND! THAT WAS PRETTY FUNNY THOUGH I HAVE TO ADMIT. I LAUGHED SO HARD MY
GUT HURTS. LET’S ORDER ANOTHER DRINK. We continued to laugh and drink our
cocktails. We were so comfortable with each other, it was like we’d known
each other for years.
Out of the blue, I suddenly started to feel
very dizzy and kind of nauseous, but there was no turbulence at all. Bill
could see I wasn’t doing too well and he pulled out the barf bag from the
seat pocket and handed it to me. WOAH, DUDE…..IT LOOKS LIKE THOSE DRINKS
HAVE GONE RIGHT TO YOUR HEAD. My head continued to spin and I felt myself
falling forward toward Bill’s lap. Then I blacked out…..for real this
time. When I woke up, I was in total darkness but could hear sounds and
feel some movement. I felt soft fabric all around me, like I was covered
in several large blankets. The air was warm and stuffy and I heard a
rumbling sound that told me I was still on the plane. But where the hell
was I? Why was everything completely dark? Shit, did they think I died and
put me into a body bag or something? I felt the movement of the plane and
could feel that we were descending. I heard the muffled sounds of the
flight attendant announcing our arrival, telling people to be careful
opening the overhead bins, etc. I felt the plane landing, but still could
not see anything and had no idea what had happened to me. I heard a loud
knocking sound and the sounds of people talking become louder, but still
muffled. Suddenly my entire space was moving, as if I was inside a huge
trunk or box that was being transported out of the plane. Who in the world
would want to kidnap me? I had no family or money they could extort. Where
in the hell were these people taking me? My crate kept moving and
eventually I felt the movement stop. I heard a loud noise that was
strangely like the sound of a zipper and light started to come in from
above. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see a large black canvas
covering above me, and as it opened up I suddenly realized where I was . .
. inside Bill’s carry-on bag! I looked up in utter astonishment to see the
now giant basketball stud staring down at me. As I looked around, I could
see that we were inside a stall in a men’s room. Bill whispered, so others
wouldn’t think he was in there talking to himself. I KNOW THIS IS A SHOCK
TO YOU LITTLE MAN…..BUT PLEASE DON’T BE FRIGHTENED, OK? I JUST NEEDED TO
BE SURE THAT YOU WERE ALRIGHT. YOU’VE GOT ENOUGH AIR, RIGHT? I stared up
at Bill in complete awe, barely able to think or speak. “Uh, yeah…I’m….I’m
ok. But what the fuck has happened?? This can’t be real, can it?!” LOOK,
WE CAN’T DISCUSS THIS HERE IN THE JOHN….I’VE GOT TO GET YOU HOME. JUST BE
CALM AND TRY TO RELAX. NOW I’M GOING TO CLOSE UP THE BAG AGAIN UNTIL WE
GET TO MY PLACE. He reached his now enormous hand down and zipped the flap
shut again. I sunk back into the warm clothes in his bag and tried to
grasp all of this as I felt him carrying me out of the airport and heard
the sounds of the traffic outside. I couldn’t get the image of Bill’s
giant form looking down at me out of my head. Was I really being carried
inside of his bag? This was so bizarre and surreal, it was hard to
process. Still, the site of Bill as a towering giant was an incredible
turn-on. Whether this was some crazy dream or not, I began to realize that
I didn’t want it to end.
Finally the movement stopped and I heard
the loud zipper sound once again. Bill pulled the canvas top all the way
back this time and he was kneeling down next to the bag, but still
towering high above me. I stood up inside the bag and looked up at him in
total awe. WELCOME HOME LITTLE MAN. DO YOU WANT TO TRY AND CLIMB OUT OF
THERE BY YOURSELF, OR IS IT OK FOR ME TO PICK YOU UP? I looked up at
Bill’s beautiful boyish smile and knew that he really wanted to reach down
and pick me up. “You can pick me up, but please be careful. You’re not
palming a basketball this time, big guy” Bill smiled and reached his
enormous hand down to me, his beautiful long fingers curled around my
waist and he lifted me gently into the air. He brought me up to about his
chest level and just stared down at me like a big kid with a new toy. THIS
IS REALLY INCREDIBLE, MAN. YOU LOOK ABOUT THE SIZE OF THE G.I. JOE ACTION
FIGURE I HAD WHEN I WAS A KID. BUT WAY CUTER!
“I’m glad you think
I’m so cute and all, but look at me! I’m not a man anymore…I’m a freakin’
toy! Did you know this was going to happen? How long am I going to be like
this?” CALM DOWN LITTLE GUY. I SWEAR I HAD NO IDEA YOU WERE GOING TO
SHRINK LIKE THIS. PLEASE BELIEVE THAT. I GUESS THE SPELL WAS NOT ABOUT
MAKING YOU LOVE ME, BUT MAKING YOU SO SMALL AND HELPLESS THAT YOU
LITERALLY WOULD BELONG TO ME. I DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS GOING TO BE
TEMPORARY OR PERMANENT. BUT I’M GOING TO TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU KNOW MATTER
WHAT HAPPENS…..AND I THINK YOU’RE GOING TO LIKE THIS. As I sat there naked
in Bill’s palm, my dick was hard as a rock. He started stroking it with
the tip of his long index finger and I exploded within seconds. SEE, I
KNEW YOU WERE ALREADY LOVING THIS, MY LITTLE MAN. AND THIS IS SO PERFECT
FOR ME….MY OWN LIVE-IN LOVER THAT I CAN TAKE WITH ME WHEREVER I GO…..AND
NOBODY WILL EVER HAVE TO KNOW. I was so spent from my orgasm that I didn’t
have the energy to argue or put up any fuss. The touch of his giant
fingers on my little body was heaven to me and I just laid there in his
hand moaning and enjoying every moment of it. And as my head cleared, I
had to admit he was right. Why the hell should I be upset about this? I
was living my fantasy, could leave my shit job and a cheap apartment in
Milwaukee behind me and live with a beautiful giant…..hell, a fucking
ebony God! I grabbed Bill’s finger tip in my little hands and started
kissing and licking it passionately. He lifted me up to his lips and
licked me clean and started kissing me all over. The warm, wet, roughness
of his huge tongue against my body was driving me wild and I soon shot
another load. My giant tasted the salty cream on his tongue and whispered,
MAN, YOU ARE ONE HORNY LITTLE GUY, AREN’T YOU? OR DO YOU JUST FIND ME
IRRESISTIBLE NOW THAT I’M GIANT SIZED? “It’s both big guy. But I have to
admit that at your size you are an incredible sight to behold.” WELL YOU
HAVEN’T SEEN YOUR GIANT NAKED YET……BUT WE’LL SOON TAKE CARE OF THAT. I’M
READY FOR A HOT BATH IN MY JACUZZI TUB. YOU WANNA JOIN ME? “You big lug!
What are you asking me for? You’re holding me in the palm of your hand for
God’s sake….it seems to me that you’re pretty much in charge of things
from now on…..” NOT ONLY CUTE, BUT SMART, TOO! I GUESS YOU REALLY HAVE
BEEN LOOKING FOR A BIG MAN TO TAKE CHARGE OF YOUR LIFE AND TAKE CARE OF
YOU. WE’RE GONNA GET ALONG JUST FINE, LITTLE GUY.
He carried me
into the bathroom and set me in the sink. I watched in awe as my big guy
took off his clothes in front of me. His body was beautiful…..gorgeous
long legs, a washboard stomach, and a smooth chest. His body was just the
way I like them, not over-muscled but beautifully toned like an Olympic
runner and perfectly proportioned for his incredible height and large
frame. As he pulled off his socks, I leaned over the edge of the
sink to admire those huge feet of his. He caught me looking at them. OH
YOU LIKE BIG DADDY’S FEET DO YOU? I’LL LET YOU PLAY ON THEM AFTER WE GET
CLEANED UP. He reached his hand down and gently placed his fingertip under
my erect penis, examining it. WELL WHAT HAVE WE HERE? IT DOESN’T TAKE MUCH
TO GET YOU HARD, DOES IT BABY? I CAN SEE YOU’RE GONNA BE MORE THAN A
HANDFUL! He said with a chuckle. He curled his fingers around me once more
and set me on the edge of the tub. After he’d filled his deep bathtub to
just the right level, he positioned himself so that I could lay on his
chest with just a little water around me. I felt like I was on some
beautiful island made of muscle and silky brown flesh. He lathered up his
hands with and massaged my body with his long soapy fingers. It felt
incredible! After I was all covered with soap he’d put his hand in the
water and push it towards me, creating a wave of warm water that would
splash over me like an incoming tide. I crawled over to his left nipple
and started sucking and chewing on it. He moaned with pleasure and I could
see my giant’s massive cock rise up from the water. I could see the water
down near his cock was much deeper, but hell I’m an excellent swimmer so I
wasted no time letting myself slide down Bill’s beautiful stomach, landing
in the water next to his towering wet cock. I put my arms around the great
shaft and hoisted myself up, trying to keep my balance as my little feet
stood on his huge balls. “Damn, it’s actually bigger than I am!” YOU
DIDN’T EXPECT ANYTHING LESS, DID YOU? He said with a laugh. I LIKE HOW YOU
FEEL WRAPPED AROUND IT LIKE THAT. My big guy could see that I was having
trouble keeping hold, with my body and his cock all wet and his balls
moving beneath my feet. He wrapped his hand around me and started to jerk
himself off, using my warm wet body as his lube and his stimulation. I got
off on the incredible power and strength of the grip he hand on me, but he
seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to apply so that I would
stay in place but not get hurt. It didn’t take any time at all for gallons
of cum to start shooting out of his gigantic tool. He opened up his hand
and released me so I could dive into the water and clean myself off. After
a quick swim around his gargantuan body I climbed back up onto his crotch
and made my way up to his chest. He laid his hand over me, his fingertips
wrinkled from being in the water. We rested for a moment and then he
reached for a dry hand towel and dropped it over me so I could wrap myself
in it. He set me on the counter and I couldn’t take me eyes off him as I
watched my beautiful giant dry himself off.
He carried me to the
bedroom and set me down on one of the pillows. I looked up at him and
said, “Is my big guy all nice and clean now? Including his feet?” SMART
AND OH SO SUBTLE, TOO he said with a laugh. OK, I DID PROMISE YOU. He
picked me up and placed me at his feet, which were resting on a soft white
carpet next to his enormous canopy bed. He shifted his foot back and
forth, sending me tumbling over it. While I was still on my back, he
lifted the huge foot over top of me and gently pinned me beneath it,
lowering it over me until his big toes were wiggling right in my face. I
started struggling like I wanted him to lift them off of me, but was
giggling at the same time. I tried to act all tough and yelled up at him,
“Get this enormous foot off of me!” He pressed his foot down over me
playfully but also to let me know he was very much in charge. He lifted
his foot off of me and reached down to snatch me up.
He leaned
back in his chair, lifted me up in his enormous hand, and was grinning
from ear to ear. PALMING YOU IS WAY MORE FUN THAN PALMING A BASKETBALL.
He then brought me up to his thick soft lips and planted a gentle kiss
across my naked little body. I LOVE YOU, BABY. “I love you too, big guy.
This is like a dream come true for me. Remind me to thank your
grandmother! I WILL BABY, I WILL. He set me down on his chest again and
placed his hand over me to keep me warm. NOW GO TO SLEEP MY LITTLE
MAN…..I’VE GOT A BIG DAY PLANNED FOR YOU TOMORROW.
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