With a smirk on his slightly wrinkled face, Bryon lifts a single finger and gently flicks you on your chest, just hard enough to knock you off balance. You sit down gracelessly and gaze up at the giant with wide, startled eyes. His smirk has broadened into an eager grin. "Just relax, now," he growls, almost purring. With just his fingertip, he pushes you down onto your back and holds you there against the bar, keeping you from moving even if you were trying to resist. Your heart is throbbing wildly, but you swear it stops for a moment when Bryon's other hand makes contact with your dick.
His thumb and index finger caress your cock slowly, careful not to damage the tiny, delicate organ. Each touch sends a shockwave of ecstasy through your body, electrifying your extremities and scrambling your already racing thoughts. Your breaths come in gasps, and your eyes are practically watering. Through the fog of euphoria, you vaguely wonder if it's appropriate to be jerked off like this in public, and you shift your gaze to look towards the nearest group of patrons. But if anyone is aware that a tiny man is receiving the biggest fingerjob of his life right there on the bar, they don't seem to care enough to pay any attention. You turn your head back to revel in the visage of the godly giant before you, drinking in the laugh lines around his eyes, the slight puffiness of his cheeks, the bushy but well-groomed beard, the gray and white fur beneath his unbuttoned shirt and vest. Holding these images in your mind, you close your eyes and ride the wave of pleasure for as long as your manhood can endure. Hardly a minute must have gone by before the telltale stirring in your groin begins, and a cry escapes your lips just as your cock erupts all over Bryon's fingertips.
The giant lets out a booming laugh and takes his hands away, leaving you panting and gasping for air on the bar while he licks his fingers clean. He watches you with a strangely protective twinkle in his eye as you catch your breath and finally sit up. Still in shock from what may have been the best orgasm of your life, you look up at the old biker and return his smile.
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