We are both in boxer shorts eating breakfast on the couch and I come to a realisation. It felt great being a
tall strong guy but this size difference thing feels good too.
"You better finish this off big guy. At a skinny 5'5" I have had more then enough."
I shrink smaller as he smiles down at me. He, at 320lb, must be well over twice my weight and about 2 and half
feel taller. As I reach 5"5' his arm reaches right around my slender body, his hand massaging my thigh. His arm
is about the size of my chest and squeezes into my side. The feeling of being next to such a powerful man
quickly makes me hard.
Phil continues to devour the remaining food, fueling his massive form. As he eats I slide onto his lap,
straddling one of his thighs. I tenderly kiss his swollen chest and cup his groin with one hand. I lick his
nipple then kiss the deep crevice between his mammoth pecs. I can feel his nine incher grow and I undo the front
of his shorts.
Phil groans, "First breakfast cooked and now...ooohh."
In between his massive muscle thighs I start to pleasure him.