Don straightened his back and looked down at Chris. Chris looked up at Don whose large eyes had gone slack with lust. "This isn't fair", Don said down to his friend. "I'm naked, but you have all your clothes on." His hands moved to the collar of Chris' shirt, fingers sliding down until they met the first, fastened button. He grasped the flaps of open fabric just above the button. "You've seen me," and he glanced down at his own bare body, "but I haven't seen you." He gently began pulling the shirt apart. The buttons offered little resistance as one by one they popped off under his pressure, revealing Chris' thin but toned chest.
Chris's breath was ragged. He'd never felt so overwhelmingly turned on and he thought he'd cum right there as Don's strength tore his shirt like tissue paper. He stared awestruck at Don as the bigger man pulled his shirt back, slipping Chris' arms out of the sleeves. He tossed the garment to the side. Don then placed one hand behind Chris butt and another on his chest, pushing gently but firmly. Chris fell back into Don's hand, his weight easily supported as Don laid him to the ground. DOn focused his attention on Chris' shoes and moved to undo the laces. "Here, let me..." Chris started to say, but Don interrupted. "No, I want to do it," he said with a grin. Chris lay back with a smile of his own and let Don continue to undress him.
Don had some difficulty with the laces. They seemed short and narrow to his enlarged fingers and it took him a few tries to grasp the end of a lace between his thumb and forefinger.
Eventually he succeeded and pulled the lace loose. Then he pulled Chris' sneaker off his seemingly diminutive foot and followed that by removing the sock beneath. After a few more seconds, Chris' other foot was bare.
The next place to go was obvious, and Don didn't hesitate to tackle the button above the zipper in Chris' jeans. After a few unsuccesful attempts, he rememered that there were other options open to him now and simply pulled the waist of the jeans apart, breaking open the button and ripping the zipper down in one movement. His erection raged with the feeling of power this simple act gave him. He was amazed at how much stronger he seemed at just twice-and-a-little-more than his normal size and it reminded him to be especially gentle with Chris.
Chris was in ecsasty under Don's ministrations. His height accustomed him to being the dominant one in all his sexual encounters so far. He had never been with anyone even close to his height. Now he was at Don's mercy and he found himself incredibly turned on by that. He wasn't even phazed by the fact that his clothes were being ruined. It was a small price to pay for this experience. He raised his butt slightly above the floor as Don pulled on his jeans, sliding them down his legs and off his body in one, smooth motion. Chris sighed with relief as his trapped erection was finally freed from the confines of the pants. That garment joined the shirt and socks somewhere across the room.
Don looked into Chris' eyes and saw the need in them. He was deliberately taking his time, extending the whole process and deliciously torturing his friend. Chris' boxers were tented with an erection that Don could tell was probably impressive under normal circumstances. From his perspective, it seemed small, but that hardly put him off. He leaned forward, hands sliding along Chris' calves and up to his thighs, his large fingers sliding under the edge of the boxers as he gripped Chris' legs. He nuzzled the waiting cock through the thin fabric of the shorts. Chris gasped and thrust his groin up, begging without words for Don to keep going.