Bullet Dylan’s gaze locked on the right path, the taut fabric of James’s boxers stretching over the unmistakable bulge of his cock. The sight sent a jolt through him, raw and electric. “Cock it is,” he whispered, his voice thick with a mix of nerves and reckless hunger. The musky scent was stronger here, heady and intoxicating, pulling him like a magnet. His tiny body trembled as he climbed, hands gripping the coarse threads of the boxers, each movement drawing him closer to the pulsing heat beneath.
“Fuck, this is crazy,” Dylan muttered, his breath hitching as he hauled himself onto the ridge of fabric directly over James’s cock. The surface was warm, slightly damp with sweat, and he could feel the faint throb of the giant’s pulse through the cotton. The bulge was massive—a living, breathing landscape that dwarfed him. Dylan’s heart pounded, his own arousal spiking as he pressed himself against the fabric, the scent of James’s skin and precum flooding his senses. “Smells so damn good,” he groaned, his voice low and shaky, his hands tracing the contours of the boxer’s seam, where the fabric clung tight to the thick shaft beneath.
James, oblivious, shifted slightly, his hips adjusting on the couch. The movement sent a ripple through the fabric, nearly throwing Dylan off. “Shit!” he yelped, clinging tighter, his tiny body now straddling the curve of James’s cockhead through the boxers. The heat was overwhelming, the cotton slick with a faint sheen of precum that soaked through, coating Dylan’s hands and chest. He shivered, a primal thrill coursing through him as he pressed his face into the damp fabric, inhaling deeply. “God, you’re huge,” he whispered, his voice raw with awe and desire. “No way you’d even feel me, but fuck, I’m feeling you.”
The giant munched another chip, the crunch deafening, his headphones blaring as he stayed lost in his world. Dylan, meanwhile, was consumed by his own. He ground himself against the fabric, his tiny erection pressing into the warm, slick cotton, each subtle shift of James’s cock sending sparks through him. “Gonna explore every inch of this,” he panted, his hands slipping under the boxer’s edge, brushing the hot, velvety skin of James’s shaft. The contact was electric, and Dylan moaned softly, his body trembling with the intensity of it. “You’re a fucking god, and you don’t even know I’m worshipping you down here.”
He pushed deeper, wedging himself into the tight space where the fabric met skin, the heat and scent enveloping him completely. The world was reduced to the throb of James’s cock, the slick warmth of precum, and the overwhelming, explicit intimacy of being so close to something so vast. “Don’t move too fast, big guy,” Dylan murmured, his voice a mix of desperation and exhilaration. “I’m just gettin’ started.”
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