Gigantix

Something about that cake seemed different, but it was definitely a good feeling.

Gary

Ben and I had just been walking in the park on a day off from our lifting routine, and what do you know, a bunch of little guys spotted us and waved us over.  We looked at each other, shrugged, and figured we’d see what was up.  As we approached a little ref was walking away.

Now, don’t think I’m saying “little” like I’m being mean or anything.  I’m over ten feet tall, and my brother Ben is a few inches shy of eleven feet tall.  Yeah, it's one of those times when a couple of brothers were both G+ and went for it.  I know, not common, but we already lifted together so it wasn’t like one of us was going for it and the other was gonna hang back and be a shrimp!

So, yeah, these guys are like up to our bellies.  What, you don’t like bellies?  You wish I’d said “six pack” or something?  No, we have bellies.  Power kegs.  Oil drums.  We’re goddamn powerlifters, not pretty boys.  Fuck that!  I’m in the Goliath Powerlifting league, and I can bench two kay for reps, and almost three kay for a max rep.  Ben can do another five hundred easy on each of those!  

So yeah, muscle and power is what I give a crap about when it comes to sports!  

This fit little guy runs out to us and looks all the way up at us…well, like these little guys always have to do.

“Hey guys, I’m Doug.  Damn, you’re fucking huge.  Uh, you knew that.”  Turns red a little, shakes his head.  Ben & I grin.  We’ve been known to do that to some guys.

Doug keeps talking.  I like his voice.  It is a solid baritone without being too deep.  “Listen, we’re in the league here, and we were supposed to have a regular game today but the other team was just called as a no-show.  Now, I got the guys out here for this & I really owe them some kind of game today.”

My big brother, Ben, chimes in: “Okay, but like, we are way too big for you guys, and we don’t really play volleyball.” Ben looks at me with an eyebrow up, I look back, nod, look back at the little guy.  Damn, he’s cute.  “What are you thinking about?” Ben finishes.

“Well,” Doug starts, “I just want the guys to have a good game - they showed up, you know?”  Doug turns around, gestures to the guys on the court, turns back.  

I spotted a rainbow logo on his shorts, which made this whole thing more interesting for me.  

“So I’m figuring if you guys can just hold down half the court, we’ll hold the other, and we’ll see how it goes.  If nothing else someone’ll film it and we’ll get some laughs, right?  What do you think?”

“Bro”, I start in & Ben looks over at me, “Let’s help the guy out.  It’s a great day, I’m bored, we don’t have to lift today, it could be fun, and heck, he’s a cutie.”  

Doug’s baritone squeaks just a little as he exclaims: “I’m a what?”

Looking at Doug directly, I told him, “I said ‘you’re a cutie’.  So you know, if the game goes well, maybe you’ll owe me a favor later, if you feel like it.”  I’ve gotten a little excited, and Doug’s eyes are literally at my crotch level.  If he can’t tell from that twitch in my shorts that my cock has decided to get involved in this conversation then maybe I’m misreading that logo on his shorts.

Nah.  He looked.  He looked back up at me, and then Ben.

Ben chimes in, “Little guy, I’m straight, but I’ve met a few guys your size who’ve been, uh, very happy to cover that favor.  So, y’know, if you swing that way, I’d go with it.  Nobody complained!”

Ben is the best wingman.  I don’t need it, but it doesn’t hurt.  He’s helped me close the deal on a skittish one here and there.

I tell him “And buddy, I’m good for the game no matter what.  You can decide if you are up for spending some time with me after we play.” I turn to Ben. “Bro?”  Ben nods.  “So, we’re in.” 

I grin again.  “And you’re still cute.”

Doug looks up at both of us one more time.  “Uh, yeah.  I do swing that way, let’s see how the game goes, and I’ll tell the guys that you’re up for it.”  He starts to turn, then turns back to us.

“I…don’t know your names…?” he says to us.

I smile and say, “I’m Gary, but I go by Ten-Four most of the time. You can guess why.”  My big bro rolls his eyes.  Doug chokes back a laugh.  “And my big bro here is Ben, and yeah, he had that name before he went Goliath.  Don’t call him that clock name, OK? I like being the one in the family with the dumb name.”  

They both laugh a little.  

Yeah.  I like Doug’s laugh.  Gotta try not to scare him off.

“Ok guys, come on over, and I’ll get the team ready for you!”

Ben & I give Doug a minute.  

Ben grins with half his face at me. “So, I know my bro. You like him?”

“Oh yeah. I could fuck that little guy all the way into next week if he lets me.”

“I think he will.  If it goes that way, you want the house after the game?”

 “It’s a little far.” I scratch my beard for a moment. “I know a spot nearby that can work.  Got it covered if he’s into me.”

“ ‘I know a spot.’ “ Ben quotes me and shakes his head.  “You gay guys just have places to fuck all over the city, don’t you?”

“Jealous?”

“Yes, I am!”  We have a laugh, he pats me on the back, and I know this is all good.

We go over to meet the guys.  Looks like most of the team is gay, but not everyone.  

The Game

Doug introduces us around, then sets up the game for us.  

“Big guys, you’ll be on that side…and you’re taller than the net.  Of course you are.”  

The bigger Goliath courts are on the other side of the athletic circle, they’d have nets at the 12-14 foot heights.  This net is just eight feet, so it hits about the top of my chest, and the bottom of Ben’s.  It's like playing with a kiddie net, but against a lot of kids.

Doug is looking lost.  In the spirit of the game, I do a save.

“Doug, we’ve played big man - little man games before.  How about I help?” 

He smiles. “Sounds good, Ten-four!”

I smile back. “Guys, we’ll just hold down this side.  Anybody got chalk?”  Someone raised a hand.  “Get that for me, okay?”  A little guy runs off to get a can of line marking chalk, comes back.

“We’ll put a line here, about a yard back from the net.  That’s as close as we can go.  We can block and spike and stuff, but we’re not right on the net.”  I draw the line.  “You guys play how you always do.  Otherwise, usual rules, okay?”

Everyone seems fine with it. 

Ben & I lose our shirts.  We get the usual looks and attention that a couple of ten-foot-plus, three thousand pound, massive, muscled, hairy powerlifters get when they take off a shirt.  

Ben & I are used to it by now.

Don’t get me wrong. It is still fun.  

I see Doug’s eyes get huge.  Unconsciously, he adjusts his dick, then he shakes his head a second, then turns back to the team to start the game.

Oh yeah, he’s gonna be a good time. 

The ball starts getting thrown around and the game starts.  For a while, the guys were scared to come near us when we would hit the ball towards them.  I mean, come on, we’re not trying to hurt anybody!  It’s still just a volleyball!  

Doug encourages the guys and starts having them run some plays they know - and which make no sense to me.  I mean, if someone had said to load a bar with a couple of two-fifties and get ready to warm up for squats I’d know what to do, but I don’t know volleyball stuff!

They start running plays and Ben and I suddenly have to work hard.  We aren’t big gymnasts!  They get in several points - totally earned! - and then we start getting a little competitive.  We score some points too.  

I’ll admit that we were actually mostly losing, but we made a big deal of hamming it up and being “meatheads” about it: we do a big chest bump when we score a point, act a little goofy when we miss pushing a ball back to them.  Like, I tried a save, and I know it's funny for a regular little guy to watch a ten-foot wall of beef take a roll on the grass.

Everybody loves it when us meat castles bust a move and get goofy.  It’s like watching a dancing bear at the circus.

We get stupid sweaty and hot, but I tell you what, I had a good time for real.  I know Ben did too.

So, we carry on for a couple of games and call it.  Everyone is getting some water and coming down from the challenge - and man, that wasn’t easy for us!  These guys were good, no matter how much above the net we were playing!  

I shout over at the little guys.  “Good games guys!  Good games!  For little guys, you made a big impression on us big guys!  Next time, you all come lift with us, we’ll get you into powerlifting, or something.”  A few guys laugh.

We do some “low-fives” with the guys, and congratulate each other on having had a fun couple of games. They laugh, wave, yell.  Good times, nice bunch of guys.

Ben & I are recovering our shirts from the sidelines.  From the corner of my eye I spot Doug say a few goodbyes, throw his stuff in a backpack and scoot over to us…but looking like he’s not trying to.

“Good game you two!  I’d call that a success for our team.  Definitely worth it, even if they do give us trouble for having you guys in the ‘under eight foot’ courts.”

I’m kneeling, dripping sweat and putting stuff back into my bag.  Bro and I are both smiling.  “Yeah, I say, definitely worth it.  Ben, you gonna head back home?” 

He replies, “Ten-four on that good buddy!”  I roll my eyes.

Ben continues, taking a look at me, seeing Doug’s posture, “Yeah man, I think you’ve got plans.  See you back at the house.  Enjoy yourselves.”  He smiles, waves, grabs a few things, starts to walk off.

On one knee, I’m still taller than Doug, but he’s at least able to get closer to my face.  

Doug says “OK man, you want to get down here a little more?  I’m still like two feet below your head!”

“Nah, you get up here!” Still kneeling, I grab him around the waist, move him up to my thigh, and start making out with him.  I’m holding him steady with one hand, feeling up his back and arms with my other hand - damn, the man is fit! - fuck, those tiny strong muscles in his back.  Not a bad kisser either.  I’m getting hard.  So is he.

“Good for you, little guy?”  

He grins.  “Ten-four on this end, big man.”

I lean in and whisper to him, “Nah, Ten-Four hasn’t been in your end yet…you sexy little fucker.”  He pales a moment.  “First time with a Goliath, Doug?”

He’s whispering back: “No…I’ve been there like two other times…but those guys were way smaller than you.  Like seven or eight feet, max.  I mean big but not ---”

Still quietly:  “Okay Doug, don’t worry about it.  Not all of us get the crazy big cock growth.  I didn’t.  I’m proportional…and I’m not gonna hurt you with it, OK?”

He exhales.  “Good…because I absolutely want to get there, just not this second, OK?”

“No problem buddy.  How about another kiss, and then we can go somewhere I know is nearby and private, OK?”

“Please, fuck, yes!”

Holding him, I pivot around so the few men left on his team are blocked by my back, and invade his mouth again.  There’s an art to kissing a little man like this, my tongue is four times the size it was before Goliath, so I can choke him if I’m not careful.  I kiss him, squeeze his body some with my big hands, and then I lick his chest a few times.  Letting my tongue spread out, I only have two or three licks before I’ve taken all the sweat off his pecs.  He moaned a few times in pleasure.  

After, I kiss him one more time gently on the lips.  “Good man, little man.  And you taste good too.  Let’s go have some fun.”  

I throw my backpack over one shoulder, scoop up Doug into the crook of my arm, and stand up. 

“Whoa - what the ----!”

“It’s cool, man.  It's a different world hanging out with a ten footer, don’t you know?”

He is grabbing my chest and neck like I’m going to drop him or something.  “Buddy, what do you weigh, like maybe…”, I curl my arm just a few inches back and forth, “...two hundred pounds?”

“Two twenty!  I’m five-ten, man!”

“I thought you felt pretty strong!  Buddy, I do one arm curls for reps with over 300 pounds.  I’m crazy stupid strong compared to even the eight foot guys you met.  I am not gonna drop you.”

“Okay! Okay!”  Doug calms down.  “I’m just not used to feeling like a little kid.”

I lean in and kiss him again, and he kisses back.

“You’re not a little kid.  I know you’re a man. I wasn’t much bigger than you before Goliath.  Since I ‘grew up’, I have a thing for little men like you - muscled, fit, strong, hot.  And I definitely don’t like kids.”

I look at him, gently serious for a moment.  “So, are you still a man?  It’s a big deal to me.”

He looked me in the eyes for a second, then said in a serious way:  “Yeah, I’m a man.” I look seriously back at him.  “Damn skippy you are.”  

Then I break the serious moment, give him my best grin.  “Now let’s go to that spot and do what grown men do, okay?” 

“Fuck yeah, Ten-Four.  Fuck yeah.”