"Well, actually, I was wondering what your name was."
"My name?" the giant asked, placing Daniel on his well-sculpted chest and smiling back at the tiny boy in front of him. "My name is Michael."
"Michael?" inquired Daniel of his new friend, "How did you get so big?"
"Well," started the giant, "I'm the last of the Titans, a precursor to your people. Greek mythology makes us look bad, but that's not exactly how everything happened. But then again, it's mythology." Michael's words were soft. His voice had obviously adjusted to fit Daniel's ears. "We shaped the Earth to be the way it is today, but as humans started to evolve, it would have been dangerous for us to co-exist. So, we went into a type of hibernation, but many of us died in the process. Because I was the youngest Titan, I'm the only one still alive. At least, as far as I know.
"Now, Danny," Michael said, inventing a pet-name for his newfound friend, "What would you like to do?"
"Michael," Daniel said shyly, "Can I explore your body?"
"Of course," said the giant, staring back at Daniel with his crystal-blue eyes. Michael ran his hand through a wavy mop of sandy-colored hair. This motion made a certain amount of anticipation build up in Daniel as he saw an elliptical bicep muscle bulge out of Michael's upper-arm and wind flow through a dark mat of armpit hair, each strand taller than himself. "But to be honest," said Michael, "I'm not comfortable with the clothes. The soles of your shoes are tickling me and I've been forced to bear it all for you. You should have the common courtesy to do the same for me, Danny."
Danny started to say, "I don't know," but was cut off by Michael, who started taking off the boy's shoes.
"You can at least do this for me."
"Fine," said Daniel, impressed that Michael did not let his almost four hundred foot advantage send him on a horny power-trip. Daniel started to strip down, but Michael completed the task, the flesh on his fingers enveloping Daniel to slowly pull off his clothing. He felt safe in-between Michael’s thick, trunk-like digits. “How come this isn’t crushing me?” Daniel asked.
“I’m big enough that I can adjust my own pressure. It’s something the Titans developed a long time ago. If I were to use my entire weight, you would have died a long time ago, but my fingers are now only using the same amount of pressure that human arms do— maybe less.” That was a comforting thought. Michael had selectively chosen to keep Daniel safe. “Are you ready, little buddy?” asked Michael, his youthful, chiseled face forming his signature smile.
Daniel nodded.
“Where to first?” he asked as Daniel pondered his response while sitting between the valley-like crevice between Michael’s strong, bronzed pectoral muscles.
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