Chris’ heart was beating a tattoo inside his chest. He knew he was taking an enormous risk. Don could have easily hurt him at his normal size. Now, a simple backhand from his larger friend could have ended his life instantly. But he didn’t think he could bear living another moment until he got a response, one way or the other, from Don.
And the response took form in the slow parting of Don’s lips. Chris’ heart lept. Ohmigod, he thought, he’s kissing me back! Chris was taking in the fact that he was kissing a guy, and his best friend, and someone who was nearly twice his normal size. Three firsts at once. He let out a low moan and pushed harder into Don, slowly moving his lips, trying to cover as much of his friend’s as he could with his comparatively smaller mouth.
For Don, there was little shock in kissing another guy. He’d been doing that for years, though few people knew that. But to have been friends with Chris all this time and not to have picked up on anything… Either his gaydar wasn’t as sharp as he thought, or Chris had been one hell of a good actor. Don was put off by Chris’ relative smallness. It almost felt like kissing a child until his beard stubble scraped deliciously against Chris’ and then he knew the guy he was kissing was all man. Don sighed and put one hand behind Chris’ head, gently pulling him in as he touched the tip of Chris’ tongue with his own. The one hand remaining over his crotch did little to hide his growing erection.
Chris’ erection hadn’t dwindled in the slightest since he first set eyes on Don’s growing body, and now he was in heaven. His mind was shut off to everything except the sensation of his mouth pressed into Don’s and the feel of his friend’s hair entangled in his fingers. And that’s what brought him back to Don’s predicament. He could feel his hands slowly being pushed outward by Don’s expanding head. His friend was still growing and he had promised to help him.
Mustering all his will power, Chris broke away from the embrace, breathing heavily. He looked straight into Don’s eyes, no longer needing to look down to meet them. With a shuddering exhale he said, “Ok, amigo, let’s get you out of here.”