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Chapter 2
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sights and sounds of infomercials on my TV and the heat and smell of Benji's body. I had curled up under his armpit with my head resting against his chest and my arm draped over his firm stomach, the large mass rising and falling with each breath. He was lying on his back with his body stretched out on the chaise, his large socked feet projecting out beyond its length. His head was resting over the back of the couch, his mouth slightly open and snoring softly. His left arm was draped over the side of the couch, while his right arm was holding me against him. His arm was so long and muscular that it almost felt like he was cradling me into him.
I breathed him in, that mix of heat, man-smell, sweat and a hint of cologne. I absentmindedly squeezed his stomach and felt his large arm respond, softly squeezing me further into him. My initial feeling of bliss was quickly overtaken by anxiety. I didn't want this big dominant straight guy I'd only just met to wake up and find my gay little self, curled up in his armpit and nuzzling into him. Who knows how he would have reacted?
I took one last hit of his scent and slowly, delicately extricated myself from this hot beast. His arm fell away and I stood up, his light snoring never ceasing and his body remaining in the same position. I stood back and surveyed him, still in disbelief I had the sexiest man I'd ever met, lying on my couch and until a minute ago, cuddling me into his gorgeous body. Even asleep, the most vulnerable position to be in, this man seemed to hold a power over me. I thought about how sweet and caring he'd been after zonking me with his football, how he'd offered to repay me and take me out for drinks, and how easily we had gotten along. We're polar opposites, physically, professionally and sexually (not that he knew anyway) and yet I felt like we had developed a real friendship in such a short period of time. Oh, and he had carried my drunk ass all the way home. Probably felt like carrying his daily grocery shop!
In addition, I'd never felt so turned on in my life! So many naughty thoughts were running through my head, things I'd never thought about before. His size, presence and confidence awed me such that I'd do anything he told me to. Even the way he took my food and devoured it in front of me exaggerated his power and importance over my needs. I'd have felt privileged just to lick the residue from his rough hands. Hell I'd lick anything from anywhere on his body at this rate. I thought, if he'd been able to overcome my senses of sight, touch, smell and sound I couldn't begin to imagine the effect once I got to taste him.
My sense of control was weakening and I decided to retire to my bedroom so as not to do anything rash and reckless. I turned off the TV, the lights and closed the blinds to protect Benji from the early morning sun. As it was the middle of summer I didn't need to get him any sheets or a duvet, and he appeared pretty comfy on the couch. I turned on the ceiling fan just to get a bit of circulation in the room and hopefully stop him from overheating and getting uncomfortable. I had another large glass of water (probably not large for Benji), brushed my teeth and went to bed, falling asleep before my head could hit the pillows.
I dreamt heavily that night, all involving the sleeping giant in my living room. The dreams were full of passion, sex, submission and control. No words were uttered in the dreams but he had an undeniable power over me that manipulated me to his will as quickly as the next scene within the dream would start. These dream sequences were so surreal and changed so quickly that it was difficult to nail down any details. I couldn't even remember if we'd had sex or what he looked like naked but when I eventually woke up, the early morning sun warming my face, I felt like I'd run a marathon. I woke up sweating, breathing heavily, blood coursing through my body. My cock was straining underneath my underwear desperate for release. I had precum mixed with sweat staining the front of the underwear and I felt on the urge of spilling one of the biggest loads of my life.
I decided to restrain myself and save it for when I had the apartment on my own and could really make the most of it. I got out of bed and went into my en suite bathroom. I had a quick cold shower, dried myself of, pulled on some much-needed clean underwear and clothes and quietly opened the bedroom door. I could hear Benji's light snoring and felt both elated that he was still there, and anxious as to what to do next.
I slowly moved out into the living room and once again surveyed my houseguest. He'd barely moved during the night except for the position of his hands and arms. One arm was draped over the back of the couch, revealing a small moist patch within his arm pit. Even when he wasn't flexing, the muscles in his biceps, triceps and forearm were impressive. The dark thick hair just inviting to be touched. His other arm ran along the front of his strong body, and his hand was beneath the waist band of his tight shorts. With each deep breath he took, Benji's hand seemed to slowly descend further under the shorts, only to then retreat slightly. He was unconsciously stroking his dick, in my living room! And from what I could see it was impressive. Not even close to being erect, and notwithstanding trying to gauge a relative size to his height, the cock looked to be around 6 or 7 inches soft, and thick.
I guess now is as good a time as any to divulge my sexual experiences. Trust me, there isn't much to say, other than I've blown maybe two or three different guys over the last 10 years, for a cumulative total of fewer than 10 blow jobs. My height seems to be a real turn on for a lot of guys, and I'd been told from these past encounters that I was a natural cocksucker. I can say that I enjoyed doing it but something always felt missing, like a real power dynamic never eventuated. It was purely transactional without any real connection beyond the physical.
So I'm not overly experienced, and of course the first time I really feel strongly about someone they're a total God, straight and therefore well out of my league. I had to get a grip, but it was so hard to control my urges when the man of my dreams, literally, was so close.
I walked over to the kitchen and fed myself another glass of water. As I put the glass in the sink, I turned my head to the front door. My eyes immediately locked onto the well-worn work boots, placed roughshod at the entrance and over Benji's sports bag. I immediately got excited, thinking of Benji's smell emanating from these colossal shoes, encasing his size 16 feet all day every day, the heat of summer burning up and forcing litres of sweat into the enclosure. My primal urges took over and I walked over to the boots. I picked up the left boot, its heaviness and sheer size nearly overwhelming me. My heart racing, I turned my head back to make sure Benji wasn't yet awake. After confirming his continuing snoring, I put the opening of the boot to my face and breathed in.
The intensity of the smell had an immediate effect on my composure. His sweat was powerful, but not repelling. On the contrary, his musk was delicious and moreish. It seemed to trigger a switch in my brain that told me to go back for more. And I did. I held the boot to my face and let the fumes take over me. I imagined his feet freshly out of the boots, Benji lowering them onto my face completely enveloping me. I imagined stalking him in his sleep and pushing my nose in between his toes, my tongue and lips massaging and cleaning his feet.
I put the boot down and picked up his bag. I slowly unzipped the bag and was hit by an even more pungent smell. I peered inside, seeing his large Nikes, sweaty shirt, old socks and underwear. I buried my face in the bag and once again inhaled. I started to feel dizzy but could barely control myself, inhaling more and more deeply to extract that intoxicating smell. I could feel the still slightly wet shirt from his footy game yesterday, stuck out my tongue and licked it.
Immediate sensory overload! Benji had now infiltrated all five of my senses, and in my head there was no going back. I licked the shirt a couple of more times then put the bag back down.
With Benji's essence taking control of my brain, all my barriers seemed to melt away, and I felt more brazen. I walked back towards the living room, his light snoring continuing in the shadows of the early morning. My eyes fell to the large feet overhanging the chaise and was drawn to them by my senses. I slowly crept towards the end of the couch, knelt down in front of his socked feet and pushed my face closer and closer. I held my breath until my nose was brushing against the cotton fabric.
I took as much of his scent in as I could with that first breath. From that moment on, I knew I was hooked forever. My sexual desires completely took over and I knew my place was at this giant's feet and mercy.
There had been just enough heat in the room to keep his feet recharging with fresh sweat. His white ankle socks were slightly damp at the underside, leaving a slight coolness on the end of my nose. I made sure to explore all over the sole, from the underside of his toes right down to the heel and also on the tops. I traced the arch of the foot down the outside edge, up the middle and back down the inside edge. His feet were wide and, together, were far wider than my head. His toes were long, plump and straight, with a consistent tapering from the big toes down to his little toes. The top of his foot had a gentle gradient connecting to his ankles, which were strong with a clear definition between the achilles and ankle bones. His calf muscles were big, strong, and defined without being ripped. This led up to his thighs, again big and strong without being unnaturally defined.
I felt all the tension and uncertainty within my life recently, melt away with each breath, the smell and the act of submission, even if Benji was totally unaware of it, bringing a sense of peace and purpose to my being. My cock was also nearly at breaking point, desperate for attention, however my brain dictated that all my attention went to the giant in front of me.
I must have been at his feet for at least 20 minutes, totally enraptured with this submissive and deviant act. The whole time Benji continued to lightly snore, his hand slowly massaging his cock. I kept looking up at his crotch, the temptation to put my face in it almost stealing me away from the base of this man mountain. I was so desperate to see what it looked like, I was sure it would be as strong and beautiful as the rest of him. Alas, the shorts were doing too good of a job to deny me even the satisfaction of seeing a clear outline.
I was enjoying the underside of his right foot, when all of a sudden his foot pulled back. I immediately dropped to the floor and quickly shuffled myself under the couch. A loud yawn from above announced the giant had awoken and I heard him stretching and scratching himself above. My heart was racing, sweat beading at my forehead, short shallow breaths, as I feared whether or not Benji had seen me inhaling his foot stink. Thankfully all I heard from him were the common sounds of waking up, the smacking of the lips, the stretching groans and the shuffling body. I imagined his toes curling and stretching in their confines, his arms raised above his head revealing the damp patches of sweat in his pits, and his fingers scratching his flat beefy stomach and pecs.
I heard him get up, and saw his socked feet planted on the ground, centimetres from my face. Benji continued his morning ritual to wake himself up, yawning and rubbing his eyes, willing himself up. Eventually he stood up, stretched and moaned again, then searched for the bathroom. I heard him head into the toilet, lift the seat and let out a heavy stream of piss. While Benji sighed loudly and continued to empty himself, I scurried out from underneath the backside of the couch and went into the kitchen. My heart still thumping in my chest, I decided to start making some breakfast and coffee, no doubt Benji was hungry again.
I pulled out a couple of pans, the toaster, ensuring that Benji could hear me. I also made sure to pull out a large packet of bacon, a dozen eggs and all other ingredients to make my world famous cooked breakfast. After last night's dinner, I knew that I had to make a mountain of food to satisfy this man's appetite. Just as I had turned on the oven and the cooktop, Benji emerged from the bathroom.
"Awww fuck yeah! Love me a good cooked brekkie. You need any help with anything?"
"No you're alright, I've done this a hundred times. English breakfasts are my specialty. I've got bacon, eggs, mushrooms, haloumi, spinach, hashbrowns you name it. Want some coffee too? And how do you want your eggs?"
"Perfect! You're spoiling me now! And I'm glad you've got this down pat cause I'm useless in the kitchen. I know how to eat but I sure can't make it myself. Can you poach the eggs by any chance?"
"Sure can. Now the important question: How many eggs do you want? I've got 12 here do you want me to cook them all?" I asked dryly.
"Haha smart arse. Nah I'll just have three, to begin with at least."
"No worries." I started putting everything on, thankful that my sneaky acts this morning went undetected, at least that's what I could assume from Benji's lack of mentioning it. We talked more about where we grew up, our families, friends, travel, food and the future.
"I don't know, Joe -- hey that rhymes! Haha -- but seriously, I've been working for the same construction company since I was 15, labouring all day every day carrying bricks, tiles, tools, you name it, up and down these new buildings all over the city. Same shit, different day. You'd think I'd have saved a bit of cash too, but with a couple of younger siblings and cousins to support, a huge appetite to satisfy and all the extra shit you've got to buy, its hard to get ahead you know? Well, looking around your place I don't think you really understand haha".
I laughed too. "Yeah I'm pretty comfy here that's for sure. No doubt I've been lucky in life financially: I've made some good decisions, worked hard, and had plenty of luck along the way. I had a supportive family and great friends too which makes it easier."
"Had?"
"Well, I don't really talk to my family any more. You know, you just grow apart, these things happen. And friends seem to be moving into new chapters in their lives, which I'm really happy for them, but we all can see how there isn't much room for me in there. Again its fine and I'm not alone, I've got plenty of friends here and overseas that I see regularly."
"Family is important though man. I'm tight with my family, they've been battlers their whole lives, their parents too. My siblings have made some bad decisions which puts pressure on them and me to support everyone, but no matter what there's plenty of love. Plus Mum makes the best fucking lasagne, roasts and BBQs ever. She's the reason I'm this big, plus all the manual labour! But what about you short arse, haha, whats your excuse? Your parents forget to feed you? Or did you have giants like me steal your lunch every day?"
As Benji said this he walked up behind me, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, smacking my butt with his enormous hand. "Ahhh hahaha fuck that hurts Benji hahaha and I'm so high up! Don't drop me or I swear..."
"Yeah? What you gonna do huh?"
"I'll throw all this food in the bin and you can go hungry".
"Aww you're no fun Joe." He put he down directly in front of him, and I looked up the looming tower of muscle over me. "Plus you don't want to see me when I'm hungry. Usually I'm a nice person but don't get between me and food, otherwise you might just be the one to satisfy my appetite haha."
God he was sexy. He made me so nervous, intimidated me so much with his size, strength and constant playful threats. "Well if you'd stop picking me up I could get back to cooking and feeding you, and saving myself!".
Benji sat back down at the dining table, plopped those beautiful socked feet up onto the table and started tapping away at his phone.
Don't get distracted, Joe. Don't burn the food, or this giant just might think seriously about his other options!
I served up the meal, with four eggs on Benji's plate, a huge pile of bacon and all the trimmings. I had overladen the plate, with what seemed like an entire week's worth of my food. I on the other hand had one egg, a couple of pieces of bacon and a slice of toast. I put the plates on the table, served Benji some coffee and juice. Benji put his feet on the ground and looked at the small mountain of food with hungry eyes.
"Duuuude, this is perfect. Great hangover cure! And looks like you've cooked enough to satisfy even me. Thanks so much again!"
"No worries at all Benji. Least I could do you expending all that energy carrying me home last night."
"Haha man that was no problem at all. I'm like an ox, carrying you was like carrying a brick or two at work."
I couldn't help but focus on Benji eating, shovelling the food into his wide mouth, chewing and swallowing food like a vacuum. He finished all the food on his plate in five minutes, tipped the plate up to his face and dramatically licked it clean. He belched, leant back and kicked his feet onto the table again.
"That was awesome man, you're a great cook. You do this often?"
"What cook for strangers? Haha, I've got a housemate and I usually cook dinner for the both of us. I find it cathartic after a long day in front of the computer. I could give up work and cook if it paid enough!"
"Well man if ever you're looking to destress and want to cook a feast give me a call. So you're housemate doesn't cook much? Is she hot?"
"Haha well she's probably just right for you. She's tall and slim, I think she's gorgeous. She's not too bad at cooking but I guess since she's been living with me for a couple of years, she's gotten a bit complacent. I feel sorry for her boyfriend and..."
"Oh never mind. If she's taken I don't care. Even more so when you tell me she doesn't do much cooking. I need a woman who's going to cook and keep me well fed. I'll keep her well fed in the bedroom haha. Plus I'm not into tall girls much, I like them petite, the smaller the better. Kind of like you haha".
Feed me now! I thought to myself.
"Are you going to eat that?" Benji asked, pointing to my plate.
"No please you have it."
Benji picked up the bacon and toast, popped them into his mouth, and belched once more. "Perfect, now I'm full haha. What are you up to the rest of the day?"
"Not much to be honest. Was probably going to do some cleaning, cook some meals for the next week, might do some shopping. What about you?"
"Was thinking I'll have to head home at some stage, get changed out of these clothes. I need a shower though, you can probably smell me from here sorry!"
Don't be sorry, I could live breathing you for the rest of my life.
"Haha you're alright. You can jump in the shower now if you like and I'll clean up."
"Cheers, alright I'll jump in now. Hope I fit under the shower head!"
While Benji cleaned himself off, sadly washing that sweat off his beautiful body, I cleaned up after breakfast. It didn't take too long, which gave me just enough time for a quick sniff and lick of his work boots again. They'd definitely lost their intensity from even a couple of hours ago, but there was still enough there to give my brain one last hit. After all, who knows if I was ever going to see this gorgeous man again?
Benji turned off the shower and came out into the lounge room just as I was resetting the cushions on the couch. He had the towel wrapped around his waist and was carrying his clothes over to his bag at the front door. I looked at his semi naked body and again my mind flared with excitement. The broad chest and beefy flat stomach were covered in thick curly hair, his skin olive with a light coating of water from the shower remaining. Benji quickly drew up a pair of underwear underneath the towel, followed by his worn shirt and shorts. Before he got a chance to put his socks and shoes on, I made a mental note of their beautiful colour, the fine black hair on the tops and toes, the well-trimmed nails and the entrancing size and strength. Benji put his dirty socks and Nikes back on and picked up his bag.
"Thanks again for letting me crash and for cooking that amazing breakfast. Plus the shower is huge, first time I felt normal sized. When can I stay at Chez Joe again? Haha"
"Anytime big guy."
"Actually, seeing as you haven't got any plans tonight, come drink with me and my buddy Jarryd. We're gonna watch tonight's game down at one of the pubs in the City. You can get a little bit more education into the greatest sport on Earth!"
"Sure that'd be great. What time and where should I meet you?"
"Put my number in your phone and text me later, I'll let you know where we're going. Should be around 5 I reckon. Make sure you make it ok, don't make me come drag you out! Haha".
"Don't worry you wont have to. I'll be there."
I put Benji's number in my phone and saw him out. Once the door had closed, I ran straight into my room, closed the door, threw all my clothes off and beat my cock to the sights and smells of Benji in my mind. I last all of about 30 seconds, before exploding in a euphoric fountain of cum and happiness, before crashing into a deep sleep.
Thank you so much for the messages I received on my first chapter. This is my first story and I'm really enjoying writing it. I'll aim to have a chapter up every week but would love to hear your feedback. Happy reading everyone!