Quincy stood over his kitchen counter and mouthed the words to “No Ordinary Love,” swaying his hips to the beat of the music. Scrambled eggs and sausage spoke to him that early Sunday morning, gentle rays of light streaming in through the window. Fresh out of bed yet stunning as ever, Quincy wore a pair of bright orange boy shorts and nothing else. The form fitting fabric contoured to the curves of his bulge and draped over most of his firm cheeks, giving the two-inch-tall man at his feet quite the spectacular view.
Ryan woke up shortly after his boyfriend, but it took him much longer to reach the kitchen from their bedroom. Once there, he’d usually call up to Quincy to give him a lift, but today, he was content with his spot on the floor.
Quincy finished mixing the eggs in a bowl and turned to bring them to the stovetop, watchful of where his feet landed. He was always mindful of where he stepped when he wasn’t certain of his partner’s whereabouts. His big toe stopped just before his pint-size boyfriend, a wry grin beaming down on him.
“How long have you been standing there?”
Ryan shrugged. “Couldn’t tell ya.”
Quincy bent his knees and plucked Ryan with his free hand, the little one’s legs dangling from between his fingers. He lifted him to his face, slowly, as to avoid giving him whiplash, and planted the tiny man against his lips. Ryan reciprocated his lover’s affection, dotting the vermilion wall with puny pecks of his own.
“It must’ve hurt, craning your neck like that. Would you like a closer look?” Already knowing the answer, Quincy set the bowl down by the stove and pinched the inner legs of his boyfriend’s boxer briefs. After slipping those off, the giant planted another kiss on his lover’s naked crotch, feeling that morning wood stir to life, and then tugged open his own shorts’ waistband, revealing the girthy serpent tucked inside.
“Would I ever.” Ryan’s eyes lit up as he glanced downward. His heart pounded at the sight of that monster, the tiny truly believing himself the luckiest man in the world.
Snickering, Quincy unfurled his fingers, dropping Ryan the considerable distance to his shorts. Air rushed through the tiny’s hair as gravity dragged him downward. Quincy’s flat chest and abs filled Ryan’s view during his descent until a bush of pubic hair broke his fall. Dampened by sweat, the wiry hairs strung around his hands and legs, coursing through his fingers and entangling him in his boyfriend’s pervasive fondness.
Ryan looked up at his lover’s face looming far above. The towering twink encompassed most of what lie visible beyond the shorts, the orange fabric obscuring all else and tinting Ryan’s intimate abode a gorgeous sunkist. With his lover where he belonged, Quincy released his hold on the elastic, sealing Ryan inside the form fitting shorts with his stiffening member.
Wasting no time, Ryan launched himself off the pubes and embraced the tremendous shaft. He got on his hands and knees and showered the monstrous mass with kisses, worshipping his man’s cock with a gusto befitting his amor.
Quincy went about his morning, pouring the egg mix into a pan and setting the stovetop to high heat. He felt each peck from his lover’s minuscule lips, Ryan’s adoration flying through those shorts in full force. As “No Ordinary Love” faded out, the faster tempo “Smooth Operator” took its spot in the playlist. Quincy sang along to Sade’s melodic voice, shaking his hips to the rhythm while scrambling eggs.
Ryan held tightly onto Quincy’s foreskin, the giant’s swaying threatening to toss him aside. This only motivated Ryan further; he had to match his boyfriend’s enthusiasm and make sure not to lose himself within Quincy’s overwhelming presence. He pushed himself further along the shaft, the cock straightening itself out in response to the tiny’s approach. But in his greed, Ryan flew too close to the sun, trying to reach the purple-headed tip but keeling over from a particularly strong swing of the hips.
Once he got his bearings, Ryan found himself pinned between his boyfriend’s ballsack and the tight fabric cradling it. The sack’s pliable flesh molded around him, its bumps and wrinkles burying him. As Quincy continued moving, his shifting legs dragged Ryan deeper down, the giant’s inner thigh sandwiching the tiny to his balls in a passionate embrace. The heat they produced was sweltering, sweat pouring out of Ryan, but a hot sauna never felt so soothing.
Quincy brought a hand to his crotch and kneaded Ryan into his nuts from the other side of the fabric. He felt that diminutive pulse race, the involuntary squirming against the applied pressure, and the raging hard on prodding those ginormous testes. He took a break to plate his breakfast, but the instant his hand was free, it returned to his crotch, to his lover.
By the time Quincy sat down at the kitchen table, Ryan made it underneath the ballsack, the full weight of those nuts resting on him as the giant ate. Quincy squirmed in his seat, never giving Ryan the chance to get fully comfortable. He wanted his continued worship, craved it more than he did the food before him. Ryan sucked on the tender underside while the giant bit into plumpened sausage links, grease smattering his grinning lips.
Though the weight of his world bore down on him, Ryan refused to rest on his laurels. He wiggled and writhed beneath the balls, worming his way out from their smothering embrace to tuck himself under the taint. He took a deep breath, the crevice formed between Quincy’s rounded cheeks providing him room to breathe. Once his stamina returned, Ryan crawled further along the taint, inching forward at a steady, if labored, pace.
Quincy continued enjoying his meal in peace, curious what his go getter of a boyfriend was up to. But just as the giant finished off his last bite of egg, Ryan’s intentions became clear. Quincy leapt out of his chair as he felt a tiny tongue lap across the rim of his asshole.
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” Quincy clutched his ass, his middle finger delving into his shorts-clad crack to hold his boyfriend in place. Receiving the reaction he sought, Ryan kept licking, standing Quincy’s hairs on end and giving the giant goosebumps. He rubbed the tiny man into his sensitive skin, pushing Ryan through the puckered gates with the might of his finger. Even submerged up to his ears, Ryan heard the moaning ringing out from high above.
Quincy darted into their living room and hopped onto the couch, lying on his back with his ass pointed out. He plunged one hand into his shorts to wrangle his gargantuan cock, stroking his member as his lover dived deeper within him. The other hand wrapped over his thigh and embraced Ryan once more, forcing him all the way into his hungry anus.
Ryan let the rubbery inner-flesh take him, the humongous butt swallowing him into the rectum. The air was blistering hot and the smell oppressive, but the tiny heartthrob had grown all too familiar with his man’s secret chamber, seeking out his prostate’s whereabouts and getting to work. He grinded against his lover’s most sensitive spot, prodding the erogenous zone with his steel rod.
On the sofa, Quincy stroked himself in slow, deliberate bursts, making the most of his little guy’s efforts. He fingered his rim with the other hand, pleasure rising up his spine and electrifying his brain. While he still had his wherewithal, Quincy rolled back and removed his shorts, tossing the thin garment aside so it couldn’t get in his way. He plunged his fingers past the rim and tickled his tiny’s feet, his strokes growing sporadic and increasing in intensity.
Ryan threw himself at the wall, gnawing its rubbery hide as he fought to tame his god of a boyfriend. Quincy’s groan reverberated throughout his body, traveling into Ryan’s from all sides. The giant’s euphoria fueled Ryan’s libido, pushing him to the heights of ecstasy while dragging Quincy screaming and moaning to a spot beside him on the summit. Ryan was about to reach that desired release when those lumbering fingertips grabbed hold of his ankles.
In seconds, Ryan flew out of his humid hidey hole and fell on the soft, relatively cool couch cushion. Disoriented, the tiny took a moment to get his bearings, but when he finally looked up, a throbbing cannon hung in the sky, its girthy, purple-headed barrel aimed straight at him. Quincy smiled at his boyfriend’s bewildered expression, the brief pause in which he realized he may be in over his head. Quincy relished in that power, in knowing that his love was so overwhelming. But Ryan could handle it. He understood that better than anyone.
Quincy polished his shaft with strong, forceful pumps, sending a rushing stream of cum barreling towards his tiny lover. The ropey shots hit Ryan like a firehose, pelting him in a hot, sticky shower and flattening him against the couch cushion. The stream forced his mouth open, the salty taste overpowering his senses and clogging all his holes.
The giant poured enough jizz on his partner to fill a hot tub, gasping for air as the final spurts left the chamber. He loomed over Ryan while he caught his breath, watching the tiny stained white wipe the cum out of his eyes.
“Enjoy your breakfast?” Quincy asked. “I didn’t leave you hungry for more, I hope.”
“Nah, I’m satisfied. For now.” Ryan sat up and licked his fingers clean. “I might need some help clearing my plate though. And I’d kill for a long soak in the tub.”
“That can be arranged.” Quincy collapsed onto the couch, his expansive face resting beside his beloved. The two stared into each other’s eyes and smiled. Today would prove a slow, uneventful Sunday, and the couple wouldn’t have it any other way.