Timothy chuckled in a low, rumbling voice. Nearly three times the height of an average man and nearly as wide as he was tall, the hulking man grinned as the debris of his falling house came tumbling down around him. He shivered in the warm breeze of the late morning and looked down.
Boy, was he hard! It was almost a bit embarassing to have such a tiny cock on such a huge body, but -right now- Timothy didn't care. He was still "average" for a sixteen-foot giant, even if his freakishly enhanced musculature cast that sexuality into a somewhat smaller light.
Slyly, he reached down and wrapped his huge mitt around his hard-on. He gasped at the slight squeeze he put on himself; his huge strength feeling like a persistant, warm vice around his shaft. He moaned aloud and sat down, leaning back into the rubble, and began stroking himself.
All around him, the sounds of the nearby road ... the morning birds... All of it faded as he sat back and trembled in ecstacy. He could barely keep his eyes open as he pumped his seventeen-incher in his huge hand.
Slowly, he became aware of his audience.
Several of the morning crew had arrived and were staring at the huge, masturbating giant as he groaned in pleasure. Seeing Saul, his former lover, amongst the crowd, he grinned and beckoned with his free hand. "Come here, lover-boy..." he rumbled with a grin.
Saul stayed put, staring at the giant Timothy with a dumbfounded expression on his face. The other workers shot glances back and forth -even the straight ones unable to look away.
Timothy scowled and stopped stroking himself. "I said, COME HERE!" His voice rose to a booming shout as he leaned forward and grabbed Saul's right wrist. The smaller, boytoyish man squeaked in shock and pain at the sudden grip and tried to pull back.
"Oh, don't insult me..." muttered Timothy as he pulled Saul closer. "You couldn't break free if you had a crane to help you!" He laughed and lifted Saul into his lap.
"There you go, tiny..." he said, "now, suck me off..."
Saul looked down at the huge balls and cock before him and then looked up at Timothy. "Tim...?" came his meek and mild voice, his face blushing in embarassment as he glanced back and forth at the other salvage yard workers staring at him.
"I *SAID*, SUCK ... ME ... OFF!"
Saul winced at the booming voice and quickly got down on his knees. Leaning forward against the base of Timothy's giant phallus, Saul looked about for where to begin. He licked his lips nervously and then, slowly, bent down to the base to begin licking at the giant, muscular man's huge ball sac. Timothy smiled and leaned back some more, groaning as Saul went to work.
"That's more like it..." he murmured in his deep voice, approvingly. Slowly, he reached up and began stroking his mammoth cock again; pumping himself with tight strength and steady precision. He felt tiny Saul's tongue lapping up and down along his shaft, covering each vein and curve of the throbbing erection.
Spurts of precum soon bubbled down the side of Timothy's shaft and the giant began to shudder as his climax approached...
Finally, reaching down with his free hand, he gripped Saul by the shoulders and bodily hoisted the tiny man up to his cock tip just as he bellowed out with a cry of ecstacy!
The cum blasted Saul in the face and coated his tiny frame as Timothy bucked and surged time and time again. A minute later, the giant was spent; panting and staring around at the tiny men standing in a circle around him, uncertain of what to do.
Timothy smiled...