Chris felt his brain spinning.
He was holding a tiny, naked man in his hand. A tiny, naked man he knew.
The tiny, naked man was his friend Don.
He would not have believed it, except he couldn't deny the squirming that Don
was doing in his hand.
"You've got to help me!" Don said.
"Sure. Sure!" Chris tried to speak in a soft, friendly voice, almost as if he was
communicating with a frightened child.
He didn't know what he could do. This was incredible.
Perhaps the best thing to do would be to simply take Don somewhere less
public.
"Be careful," Don said. "You're holding me too tight."
Chris, still adjusting, loosened his grip. At the same time, he felt his cock
twitching in his pants. He felt mortified, but that passed quickly. There was no
way tiny Don could tell.
Chris had had a crush on Don since they first met. And now he was holding
the little stud in his fist.
"I'm so relieved you found me," Don said, looking up, still shaky when
confronted with such a giant, at his huge friend's face.