Date: Fri, 2 Apr 1999 17:27:35 EST
From: George
Subject: Boy Toy

	Dave got the job through a friend of his.  For eight dollars an
hour he delivered telegrams to people while dressed up in drag.  It wasn't
the most glamorous job in the world, but then again, Dave wasn't exactly
the world's most stunning drag queen.  He was only 5'4 in heels and
weighed, like, 100 lbs.  What he lacked in proportions, however, he made up
for in his face.  He had the face of an angel, hence, his drag name: Angel
Petite.
	On Friday morning Dave was woken up by his boss, who had a telegram
delivery errand for him.
	"...hello.." Dave mumbled, as he struggled to sound alert.
	"Hey Angel, you've got a delivery.  10 am. 254 Avenue A.  You can
download the telegram off the Internet.  Don't be late!" -click- Dave
sighed as he hung up the phone.  He wondered how he wound up living like
this.  He had good grades all through school, but somehow he ended up with
a crappy position in a bookstore and this crummy job to make ends meet.  He
slid out of bed and crawled into the bathroom to shower.  After that he
picked out his "prettiest" outfit (A halter top, mini skirt, and his
infamous Vikki panties).  He printed out the message he was to deliver and
without glancing at it, he shoved it in his purse.  Finally, with one last
glance in the mirror to check his wig and make-up, he was out the door.
	It wasn't long before Dave reached the address.  It was pretty
close to his apartment.  He groaned at his high heels as he trudged up the
stairs to Apartment 805 B.  Then, taking the message he was to deliver out
of his purse, he rang the door bell.  While he waited, he read the
telegram.
	It read, "Dear Jon, I've had enough.  I think it's time we stopped
seeing each other.  Signed, Sheila."
	As Dave finished reading the message, a panic grew from within him.
Was this some kind of joke?  Who the hell would break up with someone
through a drag telegram service?  Without thinking he turned around and
began walking down the hall away from the apartment, but it was too late.
Before he knew it, the door to 805B swung open. Dave froze in his place.
He didn't know what to do.
	"Yeah?" he heard emanating from the room.  He took a deep breath.
Then turned to face the receiver of his telegram, and boy was he shocked.
When Dave turned around his face bumped smack into the biggest pair of pecs
he'd ever seen.  They were covered in a thick layer of brown hair and they
ballooned straight into David's eyelevel.  He took a deep breath and looked
past the thick neck, and up to the face of this God-like man.  He was
enormous.  Huge wide shoulders like thick football pads over his arms.  His
waist was significantly narrower than his shoulders but still at least a
36.  Dave couldn't speak, he couldn't even move.  He was fixated on this
man's body.  Jon's huge hand, meanwhile was scratching his balls through
his pair of tight sweat pants.  From his disheveled appearance, Dave
guessed he'd just been woken up.
	"What can I do for you," Jon sighed in a half asleep tone.  He
rubbed his hand across his bulging right pec.  He sifted his fingers
through his thick chest hair, as he waited for a response.  With a deep
swallow, Dave unfolded the message he had to read and announced,
	"I am a telegram delivery girl, I have a telegram for you Jon, from
Sheila."
	"Yeah, What is it."  He asked, just beginning to wake up.
	"Dear Jon," Dave began with a little fear for the outcome, " I've
had enough.  I think it's time we stopped seeing each other, signed,
Sheila."  With that, Dave did a little bump of the hip and turned to leave.
Something within in him, however, told him to stop.  It was guilt.  Dave
turned around again and faced the giant of a man that was still standing in
the doorway, apathetically massaging his testicles as they bulged through
his tight XXX large sweat pants.
	"Is that supposed to be some kinda joke?"  He asked, as calmly as
could be.
	"I don't think so," Dave responded, "Tough luck, big guy." he said
with some sympathy in his voice.
	"Well that blows.  I was really looking forward to a little piece
of ass from that slut, today."
	With that, Dave felt the tinge of an idea forming in his head.  He
tried to push it out, but it was just too tempting.
	"What kind of piece?" he asked with a little flirtation in his
voice.
	"You know how it is.  I wake up, I'm all horny.  My big cock's got
a mind of it's own.  And right now, he want's a fuckin' blow job.  You know
what I mean?"  Jon finished the sentence with the hint of a smirk.
	"Well, I ain't doing anything," Dave said slyly, "I could suck that
enormous cock of yours, free of charge."
	"A pretty little thing like you would do that for me?" Jon asked
with a cute smile on his still sleepy face.  "That'd be real nice.  You
see, I'm all tense, from yesterday's work out.  And when I get tense,
there's nothing like fucking a tight little cunt or a real nice pair of
titties."  With that, Jon flexed his whole chest and rubbed his big hand
all over it, appreciating his efforts.  Caught in a trance by this awesome
sight, Dave couldn't help the tiny bit of drool beginning to form on his
lips.  Trying to maintain his cool, he hoisted his "tits" and with a
dramatic flare strut past the giant in front of him and into the apartment.
Within a few steps, however, Jon grabbed him by the back of his skirt and
spun him around.  He took off Dave's wig.  He ripped off Dave's top and
skirt.  Basically, he stripped Dave until he stood bare, with only his
little silk panties to protect him.  Then Jon reached down placing his
hands on Dave's tiny waist and hoisted him onto his thick shoulder.
	"No need for your routine, little guy", Jon said with a sly grin,
"In here, we do things my way."  Dave could tell, he was in for an enormous
treat.  He was carried through the apartment into a back room where Jon's
gym was set up.  Jon set Dave down on the sit-up bench and walked out of
the room.
	"I'll be right back.  Don't move that pretty little behind of
yours."
	With that Jon sauntered out the room.  Dave stared in awe at Jon's
tight bodybuilder's ass filling his enormous sweats as he left the room.
Left alone, Dave looked around the room at the equipment.  It seemed
strange somehow.  Everything looked so much bigger than in normal gyms.
That would explain Jon's enormous proportions.  Dave felt like a miniature
person among all of the huge weights.  After a few minutes, Jon walked back
into the room.  Just his walk was enough to turn Dave on.  He walked with
his crotch thrust forward and proud.  Dave could tell that beneath those
tight sweats was a monster just waiting to be satisfied.  He jumped up and
ran over to Jon reaching for his cock, but Jon put his hand out.
	"Not yet," he said.  "I decide what we do and when we do it. Got
it, slut?"  Dave was confused by the tone in Jon's voice.  It sounded kind
of threatening.  Jon tromped right up to Dave's little bare body.  His very
presence was big enough to frighten Dave.
	On one side was a huge giant of a man, 6'7", 300lbs. solid, hairy,
wearing tight sweat pants that reaked of manliness.  Across from him stood
a tiny gnat of a man, 5'4", hairless, wearing women's panties.  Dave felt
like a little girl next to Jon.  Each of Jon's enormous thighs looked
bigger than Dave in their own rite.  As Jon stood there, his big pecs were
heaving up and down with each breath.  Dave wanted so badly to reach out
the run his hands over Jon's chest; to run his fingers through the manly
dark brown fur that covered the beast in all the right places.
	"You like lookin' at me, don't ya, little guy," Jon said with much
confidence in his voice.  "You like me cause I'm so much bigger than you.
Don't you."  ."
	"Oh, yeah..." Dave responded, losing all sense of vocal discretion.
He was too hot to control himself.  Jon brought his bicep up and flexed it
as effortlessly as proudly as could be.
	"You probably like the idea that I could hoist your little body up
here on my huge bicep and crack you in half like a nut.  Yeah, I bet you
do.  Wanna measure this baby?" he asked Dave.  Dave ran and retrieved the
tape measure, then he reached up to measure Jon's pumped up bicep.  He
could almost came just from reading
	"Twenty-Nine fucking inches!  Your arm is bigger then my waist.
Damn your a big one, aren't you?"
	"Why don't you hold your little arm up next to mine so we can see
how much bigger I am than you."  Jon was starting to get off on the thought
of how much power he could hold over Dave.  He saw no reason not to get
carried away and Dave wasn't minding it so much either, aside from a little
uneasiness for his life.
	"Here," Jon said, "Put your little ass in my palm and I'll lift you
up so we can compare our muscles.  That's what we men like to do.  We like
to really get a sense of whose bigger.  Whose got more strength and power.
Dave did as he was told.  Jon held out his big hand, and Dave was so tiny
that his ass totally fit inside Jon's bear-sized paw. Jon gave a gently
squeeze of Dave's ass through his silk panties as he lifted Dave up right
in front of him.
	"I'm gonna set you down on my arm, OK, lil' guy?"  Jon said with a
grin.  Dave sat strattling this huge Goliath bicep.  His little prick was
hard as a rock.  He wanted this giant so badly his whole body was calling
out to him.  "FUCK ME!!!" it was saying. "POUND MY ASS!!!"  Never the less,
Dave tried to remain calm.
	"You like sitting up here on my big fuckin' arm don't ya." Then Jon
let out a sexy growl, as he flexed and unflexed his bowling ball of a
bicep.  As Dave bounced up and down, he got hotter than ever.  His tiny
body flailed all over the place at the mercy of Jon's brutal size and
strength.  Pretty soon he couldn't handle it any more.
	"Please," he begged, "let me suck your super human cock!"  With
that, Jon grabbed Dave by the back of his little silk panties and hung him
in front of his giant ballooning dick.
	"You want this?!!" he screamed, grabbing his package and hefting it
up and down.  "You want my enormous fuckin' cock in your dirty little cunt
mouth?!!  I'd split you down the fuckin' middle.  My cock would break your
skull!"  As Dave hung staring face to face with Jon's dick he felt so
scared yet excited.  He was actually intimidated by size of the monster
that was bunch up in Jon's tight sweats.  At the same time, he was reaching
his little hands out for it, but Jon was holding him just far enough away
to tease him.
	"You better beg for my cock because now, this is all you're
getting."  With that, Jon threw Dave on the floor and sat his big ass on
Dave's face.  Dave gasped for air, as Jon's sweat soaked sweat pants filled
Dave's peripheral vision, as well as his nostrils.  Then Jon took a deep
breath and let out a HUGE rasping fart in Dave's face.
	"Heh, heh, heh," Jon laughed, "You like that?  Unless you beg for
my cock, that's all you're gonna get."  Jon stood up and looked down at the
little man that was lying crumbled in a ball on the floor.
	"PLEASE!!!" Dave screamed. "Break me open.  Do whatever you want.
Just give me your cock.  I need it.  It looks so big and hot, I need it
inside me!!!"  Jon pulled his sweats down and his giant bull cock sprang
out.  It was at least a foot long and really thick.  It looked bigger than
Dave's arm.  His balls were really big, too, and covered in dark thick
hair.  As Jon paraded around, his mammoth cock bounced up and down.
	"Pretty big, huh?"  Jon asked, "Let's see how it compares with
yours."  Before Dave could protest, Jon grabbed Dave in his arms and sat
down on one of the benches.  He threw Dave's bare body over his knee, and
gently rubbed across the little silk panties that were covering his tight
ass.  Then he grabbed the silk and tore right threw it, exposing what was
left of Dave's nudity.  Dave felt Jon's huge hot cock supporting him from
underneath.  Suddenly, Jon flipped Dave over so that his little prick
sprang up next to Jon's.  It was really quite a sight.  Dave's dick looked
like a pig in a blanket next to Jon's five pound sausage.  Jon grabbed his
own cock and Dave's in the same hand and squeezed them together.
	"Hmm, let's see who's bigger?"
	"Please" Dave begged, "I can't take it anymore.  Yours is bigger.
Everything about you is so much bigger than me.  I'm nothing compared to
you.  Now, PLEASE let me suck your cock."  With that, Jon threw Dave on the
floor and spread his big thighs.
	"That's what I thought."  He said. "Now suck this fuckin' cock.
Dave scrambled over to where Jon was sitting and grabbed the baseball sized
head of his cock.  Then, taking a deep breath, he forced it as far down his
throat as he could.  Dave had a lot of practice at this, but Jon's dong was
so huge, he could only get half of it down.
	"What the hell is this?!!"  Jon said.  "This is all you're gonna
give me?  Open that little cunt-mouth, bitch!!"  Dave tried to hold back
his tears as he struggled to stuff the cock down his throat.
	"If you don't swallow my whole cock, I'll get it down there, for
you!"  Dave didn't know what Jon meant by that, but he was scared to find
out.  He took one more deep breath and shoved the cock down his throat,
again.
	Finally, Jon got impatient.  With Dave's mouth over his cock, Jon
stood up and grabbed him around the waist.  Before Dave knew it, he was
lifted off the ground, still sucking Jon's dick.  Jon then proceeded to
slide Dave back and forth on his dick like a rag-doll.
	"Yeah!"  Jon shouted, "I'm gonna jerk myself off with your fuckin'
face, you little slut!!  How do like this?  Huge muscle man, force feeding
you cock like your a portable cunt.  Ha, ha, ha!"  Dave could hardly stand
the pain.  He thought he could feel Jon's cock, breaking through his ass.
He winced every time his face was smashed up against Jon's thick pubic
hair, but he was completely helpless to do anything about it.  He tried to
look up at the giant that was doing this to him.  Jon never looked bigger.
His huge pig pecs were heaving.  His enormous arms were flexing and
unflexing.  He was rippling and hairy like a beast.  As time went on, Jon
started groaning with pleasure.  This idea had never occurred to him
before, but now that he discovered it, he took a lot of pleasure in it.  He
felt on top of the world.  Dave had no power against his size and strength.
He began sliding Dave's body faster and faster.  As he continued, he took
one hand off of Dave's waist and used it to squeeze his big heavy balls.
Then finally, Dave felt the release of warm fluid oozing into his sore
throat, burning and soothing at the same time.  He guzzled Jon's cum, as
Jon stood there reveling in ecstasy.  Then Jon removed Dave from his dick
and threw the little man over his shoulder.  The two of them retired to
Jon's bed where Dave slept wrapped in his arms.  He felt strangely safe and
comfortable enveloped in Jon's enormous body.  He never slept so well.
  
 The End