Bubble Bath

The whistle blew.  The six college guys from the Arkham University

Swimming Team, ran down the wooden stairs, that had become worn from

years of countless sneakers, down to the locker room.

Twenty year old Chad Orben opened to door to his locker.  He quickly

looked around at his fellow team mates.  He liked them.  However,

Chad's heart was low.  He wanted so much to find a lover, a soul-

mate.  Three of the swimming team he knew were straight, the other two

he wasn't sure.  Chad did think, that even though Ralph Deskins, the

team captain, who was putting on an oversized blue sweatshirt over

his broad shoulders, who while  he wasn't seeing anyone, was

straight.  Chad gave out a sigh. Ralph was very handsome, in an all

American sort of way.  And not a bad guy, though he was bit of a jock.

The problem facing Chad, he is so busy with his swim team and

studies, it is hard to strike up a relationship.

Chad as he was drying off, saw Simon Robson walking on the other end

of the locker-room.  Simon worked part-time on the university's

campus police.  Chad had talked a few times with Simon.  Chad found

him pleasant enough.  And found Simon's round baby like face and

stout body rather cute. 

Chad was about to change, when he noticed the room became quiet. 

Looking around, Chad saw everyone had left.  Though their stuff was

still on the benches and the lockers were still open.

Hearing footsteps coming from behind his row of lockers, Chad stood

up to investigate..  He went around the metal lockers whose gray

paint was peeling and encountered a dizziness. Chad felt something

warm and powerful grip his body.  With blurred vision, he saw himself

descending down to among his team-mates.  Everything went black.

Everybody was coming around to their senses inside the darkness. But

nobody what was happening to them.  A loud zipping sound commenced. 

They covered their eyes from the light that suddenly poured in. 

Ralph was the first to enter out of the enclosure.  When the others

came out they found Ralph with a surprised look on his face.  They

found out the reason why.  The six college guys found themselves

before a black book-bag the size of a house.  They grouped together.

"Don't be scared my tiny guests," boomed a voice.  Turning around,

their eyes met the black buckle to a belt that was looped through a

pair of giant blue work pants.  Bending their heads back, they viewed

the Mt. Rushmore size face that smiled down upon them.  Chad knew

that face. It was Simon Robson!

A dark shadow past over the diminutive swimming team, as a giant hand

picked up the book-bag.  They were all in awe of the size of the

giant hand and arm.  The six college guys found they were on a wooden

table.  It had a giant size alarm clock, and a baseball.  The table

was up against a white painted wall.  Directly above them, was an

orange bulletin-board. 

They turned around when the giant returned.  The giant Simon squatted

before the table so his face was straight across from the little

men.  Chad looked at the smiling face.  Its smile full of white teeth

seemed to stretch for yards across.  Curling out from under the blue

ball-cap he had on, was Simon's black hair. Chad gazed up at Simon's

green eyes that sparkled with delight.  The eyes didn't strike Chad

as looking mean or anything.  Still no one knew what to do.

Simon full of excitement, reached for a tiny man.  Two massive

fingers grabbed a Greg North.  The little man was screaming to be put

down.  "Hush there," said Simon, who was trying not to laugh at the

fragile person between his fingers.  Simon rubbed the protesting man

up against the side of his face.  The black bristles of an afternoon

shadow tickled the tiny man.  One of the longer stubs of whiskers got

caught on Greg's red swim-trunks.  "What’s this?" asked Simon to the

little man now naked from the waist down.  Simon handed Greg's

swimming trunks down to Ralph.  Simon placed the little guy gently

down in his hand.  He ran his index finger over the man's body.  He

then stopped.  Simon placed the naked man in his shirt pocket.  He

told everyone to stay put.

As the giant Simon walked off, tiny voices were screaming after him. 

Simon went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet.  He took out

the squirming little Greg.  "I'm not going to hurt you," he said, to

the little man, in a plain voice.  He resumed his probing of Greg's

body.  He gently flipped-flopped from side to side Greg's penis. 

Greg was starting to feel the organ respond.  He started to moan.  A

little pre-cum trickled out on to Simon's giant finger.  "What's

this?  Candy for me?"  said Simon in a cheery voice.  He lifted up

his hand to his face.  He looked down at Greg, whose legs were spread

apart and his member sticking straight up.  He could feel his own

organ responding to the stimulation he was getting from the naked man

in his hand.  Simon stuck out his tongue and slowly moved it across

the little body.

Greg shut his eyes when that wall of pink came at him.  He was both

scared and a bit aroused by the thought of giant tongue licking him. 

Even if he wasn't gay. 

Simon stopped and told the little man he would bring back over to the

others.

Greg's buddies were worried sick about their friend.  Until, the

giant brought him back over to them.  When Greg was placed back on

the table, Ralph handed him his swimming trunks.  Ralph then walked

over to the edge of the table and shouted, "What do you want from

us?"

Simon brought his face right over and up to Ralph.  "Just to have a

little friendly swimming mete."

"What?"  asked Ralph, who wiped off the spray of warm drops that came

out Simon's mouth as he spoke.

The giant Simon responded, "You will see in a few moments.  Now step

back.  I don't want you to get hurt."

"Let us go!" screamed Ralph.  The giant took his giant index finger

and pushed Ralph back to the others. As the giant stood up and was

turning around, Ralph with all his might pushed on the baseball and

pushed it off the table. It hit the floor with the sound of an

explosion.

"HEY!"  thundered Simon.  "That is an autographed baseball, given to

me from my father.  Also you could have hurt yourself and the

others." 

Ralph stepped-back in fear, as a gigantic hand reached for him. 

Ralph rolled out into the center of the hand.  Two fingers from

Simon's other hand picked him up by the sides and lifted him up and

against the bulletin-board.  With his free hand, Simon pulled out a

large thumb-tack.  A strange grin appeared on Simon's face.

Everyone below, was nervously rocking back and forth on each foot. 

They could see Ralph pinned up against the bulletin-board and the

thumb-tack, its silver pin glinting in the light. 

Poor Ralph was almost in tears from fright.  Seeing the distress in

the tiny man, Simon's face softened.  He pushed through the thumb-

tack, through a baggy part of the sweat shirt material below Ralph's

right arm-pit.  "You stay put," said Simon, who then wiggled a finger

before Ralph's face.

Everyone called up to Ralph after the giant left.  Ralph didn't say

anything back.  He just felt stupid, pinned to a bulletin board next

to a piece of paper that had the words milk in black letters written

on it.

When Simon came back, he was wearing a brown Terry-cloth bathrobe. 

It was open.  Chad could see part of Simon's chest and the black line

of hair that ran down between his pectoral muscles down to the groin,

which Chad lost sight of as Simon came closer to the table.  Chad

could only imagine what lay below.

Simon's giant hand snatched up the tiny swim team.  He placed all in

his bathrobe pocket.  He stretched out two fingers and gently placed

pressure on Ralph's body as he took out the thumb-tack.  Ralph was

then placed in the pocket with the others. 

Simon went into the bathroom and started filling up the bath tub with

water.  He placed his hand against the pocket with the little men in

it.  He could feel them moving against the material.  It excited

him.  He had a pocket full of tiny little men.

The tiny swimming team huddled together as the giant hand came into

the pocket and once again gathered them up.  Simon placed them on a

chair.  He took off his robe.  Chad watched as Simon hung up his

bathrobe.  He was surprised to see how muscular Simon was.  He was

stout.  But it was all firm flesh.  When Simon turned around back to

them, Chad was just dazzled by the mighty organ that hung down from a

field of black pubic hair.  Chad was trying not to get a hard on.

Before climbing into the tub, Simon took off a shelf above the tub, a

small box of Mr. Bubbles.  He poured out a fair amount of the stuff. 

Putting the box back on the shelf, Simon climbed in.  Turning to the

little men he remarked, "Aah, the water is just right." 

His huge hand reached toward and over the little men.  He picked up

two of them.  Simon brought his hand to his chest right below his

left nipple.  Keeping one edge of his hand against his chest, Simon

tilted it up.  The two little men were pushed up against his nipple. 

Simon could feel their tiny bodies wiggling against his nipple and

sank into the flesh that surrounded it.   The sensation felt good.

Every few moments, Simon would spot a tiny hand or arm popping out

from behind his giant hand.

Tilting his hand back down, Simon released them.  He then picked them

up one by one and placed them on his leg.  He gently turned around,

careful as not to cause the two little men to fall of his leg, and

picked up the rest of the swimming team.  They were deposited on to

his wet and hairy leg.

"Now I want you all to stand up.  And when say go, from right to

left, I want you to jump off my leg like they do in those

old ,movies."  The six little men just looked up at him with blank

little expressions.  Simon sighed.  "You know what I mean.  Or like

in that Mel Brook's comedy, History of the World, where he does a

take off of those old musical films, but using nuns instead."  The

little men started talking to each other.  Simon looked down at the

cute little guys on his leg, as they conversed with each other.

Shouting up to the giant, Ralph said, "Ok, we gotcha."  Simon

smiled.  After a slight pause, Simon gave them the signal.  Ralph

jumped off the leg followed by Chad.  Simon was impressed by how

gracefully they all jumped off his leg.  The swimming team did all

sorts of spins in and through the mounds of suds and bubbles. They

even did a few back-strokes.

Simon gave them a few minutes to rest, before having them go on to

their next assignment.  Chad, who was hanging on to one of Simons leg

hairs as he gathered his strength, gazed up at the mountain of flesh

known as Simon.  He wished he could climb all that firm flesh.  He

leaned his head up against the wet skin of the massive leg. 

"Ok," said Simon, clapping his hands together, "This is what I want

you to do next.  I want you to go to the far end of the tub and race

back all the way to my groin."  Chad and few of the others, looked at

each other with horrified expressions.  Simon lowered a hand and told

them to get on.  He lifted his hand and brought it down on to his

leg.  They six swimmers climbed off and walked the full length of his

leg down to the base of his foot.  

Once they were in the warm water, they lined up at the back of the

tub. And on cue, they pushed off from the white porcelain.  Simon

relaxed up against the tub.  His hands were cupped behind is head. 

He felt so contented watching his tiny swimming team moving through

the water and passed the floating suds that surrounded the swimmers

like ice-bergs.

Chad kept his eyes on the black hairs of Simon's crotch as he swam. 

Ralph just tried to keep his mind and eyes off Simon's penis that

floated half submerged on the surface of the water before him. 

It was like coming on to a shore of warm sea-weed, as Chad made it to

the living shore first.  He pulled himself up on to the groin by

grabbing hold of the longer strands of pubic hair.  Ralph came in

second. Several of the others hung on to the side of the giant pink

organ.  Two others, exhausted, crawled up the island of groin flesh. 

And fell on to their knees and back. 

Simon just looked down with open mouth at the little men gathering

their strength on his groin.  He liked how it felt.  He stroked the

top of Chad's head with his index finger. He had seen how readily

Chad accepted the situation. He wondered if Chad could be gay.  He

never had really known him, just seen him around the university.  He

loved how Chad seemed at peace, resting on his flesh. 

While he was stroking Chad's little body, his organ was reacting.  It

was becoming harder and longer.  Feeling movement below them, the two

tired men swam to the side of Simon's leg. 

Taking two fingers, Simon lifted up Ralph and placed him on his ever

increasing organ.  Still groggy from after the swim, Ralph feeling

movement hung on tight to the organ.  He found himself in a vertical

position.  When clarity of mind came back and when he realized he was

hanging on to a giant penis, with a sigh of disgust, Ralph let go. 

He slid down the slippery shaft. Ralph landed on his backside. 

Staring up, was the shaft. A monolith of pink flesh

Simon really liked how that felt.  He picked up Ralph and told him to

slid down it again.  Ralph shock his head.  Simon pressed Ralph up

against his penis.  Ralph could feel the warm moist skin against his

own body and face.  Simon told Ralph he would keep him there until he

did what he was told.  Slowly Ralph embraced the organ and let his

body slide down.  Simon gave out a loud hearty laugh. 

Looking down at Chad, Simon felt a tenderness.  He picked the tiny

man up and had him slide down his shaft.  Chad loved every second of

the slide down.  The smell of the flesh, its feel---everything.

Simon glanced over at a wall-clock, and said, "Swimming time is

over."  He gathered them up into one hand. Climbing out of the tub,

he placed them all, except Chad, into a box.  He placed Chad in the

pocket of his bathrobe.  He took the box with him into his bedroom. 

Simon placed the box with the five confused men on his bed.  He then

proceeded to get dress.

Chad lay at the bottom of the pocket.  He was wondering what was

going on.  When the pocket started to shake, a giant hand came in. 

Chad found himself in the palm of the giant's hand.  Simon had his

ball-cap back on and was wearing a gray sweatshirt.  The giant face

looked down with caring dark eyes at him.  "I wish you could stay

with me," said Simon. Chad didn't know what to say, other he wouldn't

mind staying with Simon.  Simon took his cap off.  He picked up Chad

and ran him along the contours of his face.  He placed Chad down on

the top of his head, where Chad crawled through the black ample head

of hair.

A few minutes later, Simon took Chad to put him with the others. 

However, when he came to the box that was on his bed, it was turned

on to its side.  "How could I be so stupid," said Simon.  Going over

to his desk, he took off a silver spray can. 

Chad walked to the edge of the bed.  He heard Simon say, "There you

are."  Several little figures ran past Simon's huge feet.  Crouching

down over them, Simon sprayed them.  The little men immediately fell

down.  Chad was shocked.  He tried to call over to Simon, who was

hunched over with his spray can in hand.  Simon sprayed a few more

times, until all five men were stretched out on ground around his

feet.  He returned to his bed.

Chad looked up at Simon who was aiming the can at him.  Before he was

hit with the contents of the can, Chad yelled up to Simon, "What are

you doing!?  I---I--loved you.  I thought maybe..."  Chad didn't

finish is sentence.

Chad felt dizzy waking up.  He looked at his electric clock, it read,

four thirty am.  Chad sat up in his bed.  He could recall a few

strange images going through his mind.  "What strange dream," he said

out loud to himself.  A coldness ran through his body, when he had

images of his team-mates laying about motionless near a pair of giant

feet.  The image of his motionless team-mates disturbed him. 

Reaching for the phone he called the captain, Ralph up.   A tired

voice answered the phone, "Yeah, what...you want."

Chad didn't know what to say, so he tried to think of

something.  "Would you like to see the movie, Giants In The City,

this Saturday?" he asked.

"It's four thirty in the morning, you idiot," responded an angry

Ralph, from the other end of the line. 

Chad hung up.  He then decided to call the others.  Though this time

he wouldn't say anything.  Chad felt much better, when he found he

could reach everyone and that they were safe.  Before going back to

bed, he found his left ear was tickling.  It felt like water was

trapped in his ear.

The next day, Chad couldn't help wonder what that dream was all

about.  Walking down the hallway, Chad saw Simon.  Chad was drawn to

Simon's gray sweatshirt for some strange reason.  Simon gave Chad a

big smile as he passed Chad.  As Chad watched Simon disappear down

the school hallway, his left ear started tickling again.  Working his

small finger into his ear, Chad released the pressure.  On his finger

was some water mixed with ear wax.  Making sure no one was around,

Chad smelled it.  It reminded him of something.  A perfume perhaps.

Or a scent you find with children's bubble bath.  "Bubble bath," said

Chad out loud to himself.

Chad moved swiftly down the hallway looking for Simon.  Spotting

Simon, he went up to him.  As he neared Simon, he thought, "Have I

really found the man of my dreams?"

THE END