This choice: Leaps out of the way, but now the giant is sitting right next to him • Go Back...Chapter #3Leaps out of the way, but now the giant is sitt... by: Tinymannn   Dylan’s scream lodged in his throat as James’s massive form descended, the giant’s boxers shifting with each movement, oblivious to the tiny figure below. With a surge of adrenaline, Dylan *leapt* out of the way, his tiny legs propelling him just as James’s weight crashed onto the couch. The impact sent shockwaves through the cushions, nearly knocking Dylan off his feet. He stumbled, landing right beside James’s thigh—a towering, warm wall of flesh that radiated heat and a musky scent of sweat and skin.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Dylan whispered, his voice trembling but barely audible over the faint thump of music leaking from James’s headphones. “He didn’t see me. He’s *right there*.” His heart pounded, but as he caught his breath, the air filled with James’s odor—a raw, intimate mix of sweat and something primal. Dylan’s cheeks flushed. He *liked* it, more than he wanted to admit. The scent stirred something in him, a reckless curiosity that made his skin tingle.
James shifted, his thigh flexing, sending another tremor through the couch. Dylan steadied himself, his tiny hands brushing against the coarse hairs on James’s leg. The giant was still lost in his music, munching chips, the crinkle of the bag deafening to Dylan’s ears. Dylan’s eyes darted up, tracing the curve of James’s thigh to the edge of his boxers, where the fabric gapped slightly, revealing a glimpse of skin and shadow.
*What am I doing?* Dylan thought, his pulse racing. But his feet moved anyway, drawn toward the giant’s warmth. He crept closer, the musky scent growing stronger, intoxicating. Each step felt like a plunge into forbidden territory. He reached the hem of James’s boxers, the fabric a towering cliff above him. His fingers grazed the cotton, soft but slightly damp with sweat, and a thrill shot through him.
Suddenly, James flopped back, his body settling deeper into the couch. The movement sent a violent quake through Dylan’s world, throwing him against James’s thigh. He gasped, his face pressed briefly against the warm skin, the scent overwhelming now—earthy, potent, and dizzying. Dylan’s desire flared, a mix of fear and fascination. He wanted to explore, to lose himself in the giant’s scale.
He began to climb, his tiny hands gripping the folds of the boxers. The fabric was a rugged landscape, each thread a handhold. He moved with purpose, his breath shallow, torn between two paths. To his left, the boxers dipped toward James’s ass, the crack a shadowed chasm promising heat and danger. To his right, the front loomed, where the fabric stretched tight over James’s cock, a pulsing, forbidden frontier.
“Ass or cock?” Dylan muttered, his voice a mix of dread and excitement. His body thrummed with the thrill of it, the intimacy of being so close to something so vast, so unaware. The scent enveloped him, urging him onward, his decision hanging in the air as he clung to the edge of James’s world.  You have the following choices:  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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