I Won a Giant Man 02

A few days after the naked party (I can't believe Dean tricked me into that!), I called that same best bud Dean to ask for help cleaning out my parents' garage.

He agreed and said he'd bring an extra set of hands.

Half an hour later, just when I was wondering what was taking him so long, a car I didn't recognize pulled up.

Out stepped Brock! I immediately heated. My dick had already been a little plump from... doing work. It definitely hadn't reacted to seeing the massive 6'10" man and his muscles and sculpted face and... Definitely not because Brock looked like a walking wet dream in the middle of the hot summer day.

He even gave me a full body hug, which lifted my toes off the ground.

"Hi, what're you doing here?" I squeaked out in a voice higher than I wanted.

"Dean told me to come over to help. Then, he said he had something else come up and to tell you he can't make it."

"What?? He's flaking!"

"The something else being Kelsey." Brock added.

I laughed. "Well, I can't fault him for that."

Brock's jaw ticked. "You, uh, have a thing for Kelsey, too?"

"No, I mean I get the priority for Dean, 'cuz I'm a good friend."

He smiled. "Right."

I noticed when he lifted his left arm to run through his hair... "You're still wearing the collar as a bracelet?"

"What? Oh, I hadn't noticed."

"Guess you're still mine then."

Brock's eyes flashed. Saying that made me feel... some kind of way.

I cleared my throat. "I mean-"

"Yeah." Brock said.

"Yeah?"

"Just tell me what to do."

"Right! Thanks again for coming to help me out today. I'll treat you to a meal later."

He just nodded. His eyes seemed a degree darker.

"First, I need to bring down the old boxes to make room for the new." I pointed to the farthest shelves.

"Easy enough," he declared.

Instead of using a stepping stool (could it even hold his weight?), he lifted me up like I was feather light! I grabbed the first box. On the way down, he pulled me back, so I slid down the entirety of his body.

I gasped.

He gripped my sides again.

"Brock..."

"What's up? There's still more up there."

"Yeah, never mind, okay."

He lifted me again and sliiiiid me down.

"Stop for a sec? It's getting hot." I pulled my shirt off. "It'll be a little darker, but I'm going to close the garage door and turn on the AC."

"You have AC in your garage? Sweet." I swear I saw his eyes linger on my exposed chest. "Very sweet."

When I did so, he stripped off his shirt, and shorts, and underwear!!

"Brock!!"

"What? Is anyone else home?"

"No, everyone's out until dinner, but..."

"Great. You've seen it all before. Is there a problem?"

"N-no." My eyes roamed of their own accord. Roamed and gazed and enjoyed. The past couple days, I had doubted my memory as I replayed that night's events, but it was confirmed. It was as big and juicy as I remembered.

"Hey, eyes up here."

I startled.

"Kidding! Look and touch all you want." My mouth fell open at those words, but he didn't miss a beat. "Let's keep going."

He lifted me up again. He pulled me close on the way up, so I rubbed against him on the way up and on the way down.

I was embarrassed to admit, but I only grabbed one thing at a time, so he needed to lift me a couple extra times. He lifted me up and down, up and down. Wow, he was strong! All the while I rubbed up on his naked form like a cat in heat. But he was the one moving me...

Though he was the one doing the hard work, my breath was coming in shallow pants.

We finally finished the last box on top.

"You tired? Take a break." He offered.

"O-okay." I sat on a nearby bench, trying to cover my erection, and directed him on where the new boxes should go.

His muscles bunched as he started with the heaviest. His arms were to die for. His thigh muscles highlighted when he squatted, and his glutes flexed like a high end workout video as he walked. His heavy cock swung as he walked. It swung as he lifted up and down. It was putting on a show just for me.

I tried to discreetly adjust myself. Did I just hear a growl?

I snapped my eyes back to his face. I was being creepy! "I didn't mean to, uh..."

"Working out gets me hot." He stroked himself a couple times.

I gasped. "D-don't touch yourself!"

He let go. Oh, were we still playing me being in charge?

"I'll tell you when you can find release. And when I let you, you can only use your left hand, since it has my collar around you."

His breath stilted, and his cock jerked. He liked that!

If the precome wetting my underwear was any indication, I liked that, too.

"Now, finish moving those boxes."

He grunted and got back to work.

I was absolutely parched watching this naked giant work. I drank water. Brock paused to watch a drop of it slide down my neck.

"You should hydrate, too."

Instead of going for the group of new water bottles in the corner, he took mine and gulped it down. Several streams escaped. He noticed me watching them and lifted to dump the rest of the water over the top of himself. The cool water rolled over the hard planes of his body. He was like an advertisement. For what, I'm not sure. For everything anyone would desire.

He grinned wickedly and finished the last remaining work quickly.

When his back was turned to me, I rubbed myself. I couldn't help it. When he turned back to me, my erection was no longer able to be hidden.

He was done too soon.

"Anything else in here?"

"Unfortunately not."

He grinned and took a step toward me, but was stopped by his phone going off. "Damn it, I have to take my dog to the vet."

"Aw... I hope he does well."

"He will, nothing serious." But he didn't move to go. "I could come back after?"

"No, that's okay."

His face fell.

I took his phone and added my number. "See you later."

If he was a dog, he would've been wagging his tail.

I weirdly felt a heaviness in my chest - and other places - as he redressed and left.

A couple hours later, an unknown number texted me a picture of a muscled left hand dipping under Brock's shorts, the collar around his wrist in full view. His erection pulled the cloth so tightly that I could see his mushroom head clearly defined.

The next text read: please.

I replied: Ok, good pet.

Brock: fuck ty.

I saved his number and couldn't help slipping my own hand to encompass my straining dick. Knowing he was finally pleasuring himself, because I allowed him to, made me so hot. I wondered if we came together.

......

Brock texted me the next day: Anything else you need help with today?

Me: Not really but thanks. I'm just chilling around the house :)

Brock: Ok. I'll come over in the afternoon.

So much for asking.

I was excited all morning for him to come over. The time wouldn't pass fast enough. My parents were at work, and my sister was off at day camp. I decided I should at least do something productive.

I settled in to do stupid summer reading and homework at the desk in the living room. What university professors actually gave reading before the term even started? The book, though, actually wasn't half bad for being all in Latin. I was a good chunk through when the doorbell rang. *Ding.* Shit, it was 2 pm already?

Aahhh, I didn't change or get ready at all. I moved towards my bedroom when I heard *Ding, ding, ding, ding!*

I returned to the living room and threw open the door, "Geez, impatient much? I'm coming!"

"Yeah, I am inpatient for you to come, Jasper."

I stuck my tongue out at him, making him laugh as he entered.

His eyes roamed over me in my sleep shorts and a tank. "So, what have you been up to?"

"Um, nothing exciting. I was doing reading for school and lost track of time." I played with the hem of my shorts, a little embarrassed.

He stepped into my personal space and also played with the hem of my shorts.

"Brock." I lifted my eyebrows.

"No, no, I'm being good. Come on, let's do your homework."

I lifted my brows further. "Are you an English major?"

"No."

"Do you speak Latin?"

He laughed like I was joking. "Obviously not."

I rolled my eyes. "Then all you'd be doing is distracting me. You'd be more help being my chair."

"Okay." He walked over to the desk, sitting in the chair.

I dumbly followed, curious.

He pulled me in his lap!

"Brock!!"

I fit perfectly into his lap. His body heated my entirety. His muscles supported me easily.

His breath was warm and seductive against my ear. "Get to reading. I can be a great chair. And encouraging, too." I shivered.

Unbelieving of the situation, and with some more urging from his side, I picked up where I left off, taking notes on my ipad.

His arms had started on the table surrounding me, but the left one moved to rest on my thigh. A little while later, he played with the hem of my shorts again.

"Is this okay? Am I distracting you?" His nose ran along the curve of my neck.

"Of course not."

His right hand landed on my other thigh. The one teasing my hem slipped barely under it. Hmm, he made my skin tingle delightfully.

I had to start a passage over.

He breathed against my neck. His lips softly trailed over my goose bump covered skin.

I started over again.

His right hand ran over my smooth inner thigh. His left hand skimmed closer and closer to my groin. I sucked in a breath when he brushed against the portion of my underwear covering my balls.

"See, I'm a comfy chair, aren't I?"

"Besides your naughty hands and the metal pole digging into my bottom..."

He gripped me, fingers digging into my sensitive skin, to adjust me against him, causing him to slip completely between my ass cheeks, settling riiight against my hole. We both moaned.

I abandoned the book.

He easily lifted and moved me against himself. I gripped the desk edge for balance.

His hips rolled. Sounds escaped me. Felt so good. I pushed my hips back against him.

"Jasper." His teeth scraped where my neck met my shoulder. "You drive me crazy."

Me? He was the one scattering my thoughts and concentration!

He lifted me adeptly and pulled down my shorts and underwear in a one handed swoop!! He settled my naked bottom back against him. He groaned and spread my ass cheeks to get as much direct access to my hole as he could. I whimpered at the rough fabric against me.

He looked over my shoulder at my flopping dick. "Rub yourself for me, babe."

"No, you do it, pet."

"My pleasure." We both watched as his ginormous hand completely encompassed the entirety of my dick. He barely had to move for my pink dickhead and entire shaft to be simultaneously rubbed. Still, he gave his full effort of gliding his tight closed fist all the way off and all the way down.

That felt soooo good!! The first person other than me to touch my dick was a man, but I didn't care! I moaned and gasped, rolling my hips.

"You're so fucking sexy." He continued grinding against my hole and tightened even more around my head. I yelped when he twisted. He did it again and again and-

"Ooohhh aaahhh!!" I squirted into his fist.

He kept a tight grip on me until I was emptied out. As I softened, I barely reached half of his palm. The size difference of our bodies drove me crazy.

He enjoyed seeing my little spent dick resting on his massive palm, too. Then, he brought his hand up and licked my come off! Wow. I watched in rapture.

I stood, and he followed my lead.

I glanced down at the tent in his pants. "Do you need to...?"

"Yeah. Can I?"

'Yes."

"Will you help me?"

"No."

"Ugh, seriously?"

My underwear and shorts were still around my thighs. I slipped them off, letting the shorts fall to the floor but held out my briefs to Brock.

It took him half a second to rip them out of my hands and release his angry cock. He sat on the couch, his right hand a blur over my underwear wrapped around his cock.

His half lidded eyes tracked my movement from where I had been frozen to slowly getting closer to him. He spread his legs wider. I stepped between him.

His left collared hand splayed on my hip and moved up. I understood what he wanted. I pulled my tank top off, leaving me completely naked for his viewing pleasure. He made me feel so desirable. So wanted. Desperately.

He shifted my briefs more fully around himself and tugged on his balls with the other hand before bringing it to his tip in a cup motion and rubbing circles with the center of his palm.

"Jasper," he breathed my name as he erupted. His neck was thrown back, the muscles there taught. His arm muscles and thighs were defined as ever.

My dick had woken and plumped up from watching this manly display.

He reached out for me, but I took a step back.

"You're welcome," I said in a sassy voice I didn't recognize.

"Thank you." He stood to get dressed. "I do believe you promised me a meal for helping you clean the garage? I even helped with your reading."

I snorted. But... "There's a great taco place that's walking distance?"

"Awesome."

"Wait, I need those!" He had pocketed my come soaked briefs!

"It's not polite to take back gifts. These are mine now. I plan to use them thoroughly."

After all that, I blushed. "I'll be right back." I ran to my room for a new pair and dressed.

We walked to the taco place. Brock tried to pay, but I said we'd split the check.

The thing I'd failed to mention was that they also served a mean margarita. No skimping on the alcohol. I came here all the time with my family, so the waiters didn't card us when we ordered.

We ate and drank. I'd forgotten how much more Brock had to drink to get buzzed. Almost three for every one I had. We tried a lot of different flavors that way.

My cheeks hurt with how much we laughed. He was hilarious! We talked about everything and nothing. Everything was easy and felt natural with him. We walked to a nearby park and lounged in the grass. We returned to the taco stand for another round of drinks to keep our buzz going. Hours passed without my noticing. The sun had set, and people were heading home for the night.

We walked back to my place. I was drunk. Brock was, too.

"Do you want to sleep over tonight?" I asked shyly.

"You want me to?"

I nodded my head.

"Then, you should tell me to do what you want."

"You're sleeping over with me tonight. You shouldn't drive right now."

"Okay."

We got ready for bed. I said good night to my parents who didn't care I had a friend over. They asked if I needed the pull out. I declined.

When I entered the bedroom, Brock was waiting patiently for me, looking at the pictures I had on my shelves. He'd dressed in a pair of my dad's oldest most stretched out sweats and a shirt.

"Time for bed."

He laid down on his back. His feet dangled off the edge. Instead of getting in from my side, I crawled over him, pressing and rubbing against his body in the least effecient way to get to my side.

I turned my back to him. "Cuddle me."

He wrapped around me instantly. His excitement was palpable. I hugged his large arm to my chest. I don't know why I felt like this around him, but I wanted things I hadn't with others before.

He bent so his breath teased my neck. The hand I had brought innocently to my chest rubbed my nipple! I whimpered.

He caressed my body all over. Delicately learning, mapping me. Over my clothes. Under my clothes. I was lost in a blissful cloud of Brock.

"I love touching you," his breath shuddered against my skin.

I squirmed.

His other arm dropped to fondle my dick but then laid still.

I gasped. "Uhm..."

His hand moved to my thigh.

Did he touch me on accident? Probably not. Why'd he stop? Did I want more? Now? My mind was reeling. I thought and thought and thought down multiple rabbit holes.

What felt like an eternity later, I whispered, "Brock?"

No answer. He'd already fallen asleep...

......

I woke up alone the next day. With a growling stomach.

I washed and went searching for breakfast. I heard Brock laughing before I saw him.

My parents, sister, and Brock were chatting loudly around the kitchen counter. Glad they were getting along, but...

"Why didn't anyone wake me for breakfast?"

"You wouldn't wake up!" My sister rolled her eyes. "We've replaced you with Brock. It takes an army to feed him, but he's much more helpful reaching things than you are."

I rolled my eyes back.

"I can really tell you two are related," Brock chimed in.

"I'm hungryyyy," I complained.

"Honey, I saved pancake batter for you." My mom got up to quickly cook a couple for me.

"Thanks, mom. You're the only one who cares about me!"

My dad huffed and returned to chatting with Brock.

My sister slyly whispered. "I like your boyfriend."

I sputtered. "He's not-"

"Riiiight. Didn't know you swung that way." She got really close to me. "Just don't ever go for a guy I like."

"Eww, you have horrible taste."

"Good," she said in a normal talking voice.

"Great."

"It's good you think it's great."

"It's great you think it's good I think it's great!"

Brock laughed at our bantering again. "Maybe I'm missing out not having a sister."

"Do you have siblings?" My dad asked.

Uh, I didn't know either.

"Three brothers."

"Woah, are they all as big as you?" I blurted out.

"I'm the tallest," he beamed. "But they're all above average height."

My sister leaned in again. "You're never going to show up in the family photos with your in-laws, you pimpsqeek!"

"Cut it out!" I kicked my even shorter than me sister under the table.

My mom cut between us to place the plate of pancakes in front of me.

"Yum!! Thank you!" I stuffed my face.

The rest of my family finished eating and trickled out.

Brock rested his chin in his hand, thoughtfully watching me. "So, you always need taking care of, hmm?"

I paused and mumbled. "I can take care of myself just fine..."

"I'd rather be the one taking care of you."

My heart fluttered. I hope I didn't have hearts in my eyes as I looked at him. "What do you want to do today?"

"Whatever you want."

"How about the beach?"

"Yeah, great idea! Wait, shit, I don't have a swimsuit with me, and none of yours will fit me." He tried to hide his smile.

"Just wear shorts. You won't need it."

"We're not going to go swimming? Okay."

"You'll love it. Trust me."

"I did until you said that!"

"Whatever." I smiled finished breakfast.

I put the address into the GPS. Brock drove us down a windy, rocky road.

"Does this look like the right way?"

"I don't know. It's my first time going to this beach."

"'kay." Brock's suspision grew. Rightfully so I might add.

Finally, we turned a corner, and voila! We made it to a nude beach!!!

"No way," Brock perked up.

"Told ya, you'd like it."

His eyes snapped to me and started running up and down my body, undressing me in his mind.

When we got out of the car, I quickly stripped by the time Brock rounded the car to my side.

"Best. Day. Ever." He said appreciatively.

"Well?" I had to crane my neck to look up at him. He wasn't even naked yet, but my dick was already reacting to him. I tried to squeeze it to calm down. "Is it impolite to be hard on a nude beach?" I asked.

"You're killing me!" Brock groaned.

"I'm being serious!"

"I don't know... You're the one who brought us here."

I took out my phone.

"Are you asking google?" Brock laughed heartily. "What will you do if it's not okay?"

"Order you to help me with it."

"I'm hard now, too," he confessed.

"And yet you still haven't stripped!"

He smiled again. "I can't remember the last time I've laughed so much in a day. You're adorable, Jasper."

"Thank you..." I did like seeing him happy. "Phew, google says as long as I don't flaunt it or play with it in front of everyone, it's considered normal. It happens."