SHORT STORIES 17
Finn adjusted the hem of his short, ruffled dress one last time in the hallway mirror, his heart beating faster than usual. At five foot eight and one hundred forty five pounds, he always felt delicate in these outfits, but tonight the soft pink fabric with its plunging neckline and flouncy skirt made him feel especially exposed and desirable. The thigh high white stockings with delicate bows at the back clung to his smooth legs, and his makeup was done to perfection, dark smoky eyes with long lashes that gave him that irresistible doe eyed look. His hair fell in soft waves over one eye, the rest tucked neatly behind his ear. He knew he looked good. He had worked hard at it.
The party downstairs was already in full swing, one of those private gatherings where the rules were understood without being spoken aloud. Finn had come with his occasional friend and sometimes lover, a guy named Nate who enjoyed showing him off. Nate had whispered in his ear earlier, "Go have fun tonight, be a good girl for whoever catches your eye." Finn had blushed but nodded, his body already tingling with anticipation.
He descended the stairs carefully in his three inch heels, the short skirt swishing against his thighs. The living room was filled with a mix of people, but Finn's attention was immediately drawn to the tall figure standing near the bar area. The man was enormous, easily six foot four and built like a tank, all solid muscle under a fitted black shirt that strained against his broad chest and powerful arms. His presence dominated the room. Dark hair, strong jaw, and eyes that scanned the crowd with quiet confidence. Finn felt a shiver run down his spine as their gazes met across the room.
Magnus noticed him right away. How could he not? The pretty little thing in the pink dress moved with such grace, hips swaying just enough to make the ruffles bounce. Magnus had been to a few of these parties before, but none of the others had caught his interest like this one. He was used to being the biggest in any room, both in height and in other ways that made partners gasp. At two hundred sixty pounds of pure muscle, he towered over most, and his cock, when fully hard, was a challenge even for the most experienced. Close to eleven inches long and impressively thick, it had earned him a reputation among those in the know.
Nate leaned over to Magnus with a knowing grin. "That's Finn. Cute, isn't he? Go introduce yourself. He's very friendly."
Magnus set his drink down and crossed the room in a few long strides. Finn looked up at him, feeling small and flushed as the bigger man approached.
"You're very pretty," Magnus said, his deep voice low and warm. He smiled, reaching out to gently touch Finn's arm.
"Thank you," Finn replied softly, his voice taking on that breathy, flirtatious tone he used when he wanted to please. "I try to be."
Magnus's hand slid to Finn's waist, pulling him closer until Finn was pressed lightly against his solid body. "Come with me upstairs. I want to get to know you better."
Finn didn't hesitate. He let Magnus lead him up the stairs, feeling the heat of the bigger man's hand on the small of his back. The bedroom door closed behind them with a soft click, shutting out the noise of the party. Magnus sat on the edge of the large bed, his thighs like tree trunks, and pulled Finn onto his lap effortlessly.
Finn settled there, feeling tiny against the massive frame. Magnus's hands explored him slowly, one sliding under the short skirt to caress the smooth skin of his thigh above the stocking top. Finn gasped softly as those strong fingers brushed against the front of his delicate panties.
"You feel so small, so perfect," Magnus murmured, his breath hot against Finn's neck. "I like that a lot."
Finn whimpered as Magnus's fingers traced the outline of his hardening little cock through the thin fabric. "Oh... please don't stop," he breathed, leaning back against the broad chest. Magnus teased him expertly, stroking lightly, circling the sensitive head until Finn was leaking and squirming on his lap. The contrast was intoxicating, Magnus so big and powerful, Finn so delicate and responsive.
Magnus grew hard beneath him, the massive bulge pressing insistently against Finn's ass. Finn could feel its size even through the pants, thick and long, making his own body throb with a mix of nerves and desire.
"Stand up for me, sweetheart," Magnus instructed gently.
Finn slid off his lap on shaky legs, his panties already damp. Magnus unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and underwear in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, heavy and thick, already mostly hard. It was enormous, the head broad and flushed, the shaft veined and imposing, easily nine inches and still growing. Finn's eyes widened, but instead of fear, a rush of heat flooded him.
He dropped to his knees without being asked, his hands reaching out to wrap around the thick base. His fingers barely met. "You're so big," Finn whispered in awe, leaning in to run his tongue along the underside.
Magnus groaned deeply as Finn's soft lips and tongue worked him. Finn licked and kissed the head, pushing the tip of his tongue into the slit, tasting the precum. He opened wide, taking the head into his mouth, stretching his lips around it. It was a challenge, but Finn loved it, bobbing slowly, using his hands to stroke what he couldn't fit. Magnus's hand rested gently on the back of his head, not forcing, just guiding.
"You're doing so well, baby," Magnus praised, his voice rough with pleasure. "Such a good mouth."
Finn moaned around the thick cock, the vibrations making Magnus twitch. He worked diligently, saliva dripping down the shaft as he sucked and licked, determined to please this incredible man. Magnus's hips moved slightly, feeding more of himself into Finn's eager mouth. The room filled with wet sounds and soft moans from both of them.
After several minutes, Magnus pulled Finn up gently and kissed him deeply, tasting himself on those soft lips. "On the bed now," he said.
Finn lay back, his dress riding up, exposing his stockings and the tiny bulge in his panties. Magnus stripped fully, revealing his sculpted body, every muscle defined. He climbed over Finn, kissing down his neck, pushing the dress up to expose more skin. His hand returned to Finn's cock, stroking it while his mouth explored.
Finn arched and whimpered, lost in the sensations. Magnus was so attentive, so dominant yet careful. He pulled Finn's panties aside and took the small cock into his mouth, sucking gently while one thick finger circled Finn's tight entrance.
"Relax for me," Magnus murmured. He had lube ready, applying it generously. His finger pressed in slowly, stretching Finn open. Finn gasped at the intrusion but pushed back, wanting more.
Soon one finger became two, then three, scissoring and curling to find that perfect spot. Finn cried out in pleasure, his body trembling. "Magnus... oh god, it feels so good."
Magnus worked him open patiently, his own massive cock throbbing against Finn's thigh. The size difference made everything more intense. Finn felt small, cherished, and incredibly turned on.
When Magnus deemed him ready, he positioned Finn on top, letting him control the pace. Finn straddled the bigger man, reaching back to guide the enormous head to his entrance. He pressed down, feeling the broad tip push against him. It was tight, almost too much at first. Finn breathed deeply, relaxing as best he could, and slowly the head popped inside.
"Ahh!" Finn moaned loudly, a mix of stretch and pleasure. He paused, adjusting, then worked himself down inch by inch. Magnus held his hips supportively, murmuring encouragement. "That's it, take me, baby. You're doing amazing."
Finn managed several inches, feeling impossibly full. He rocked slowly, getting used to the girth and length. Sweat glistened on his skin, his dress bunched around his waist. Magnus's hands roamed over him, stroking his cock, pinching his nipples through the fabric.
They moved together, building a rhythm. Finn rode him as best he could, taking more with each downward motion. The pleasure was overwhelming, waves of it crashing through him. Magnus thrust up gently, careful not to go too deep too fast.
The scene built with intense heat and connection, their bodies joined in this intimate dance of size and surrender. Finn lost himself in it, moaning Magnus's name over and over.
Magnus watched with intense satisfaction as Finn continued to move on top of him, the smaller man's body slowly adjusting to the incredible stretch. Finn's face was flushed, his lips parted in soft gasps and moans, those long lashes fluttering as waves of pleasure rolled through him. Only about half of Magnus's massive length was inside him so far, but it was already more than Finn had ever taken. The tight heat around Magnus's cock was almost overwhelming, gripping him like a velvet vice.
"You're so tight, baby," Magnus growled softly, his large hands steadying Finn's hips. "Look at you taking me like this. So beautiful."
Finn whimpered in response, leaning forward to brace his hands on Magnus's broad chest. The new angle allowed him to sink a little deeper, drawing a shared moan from both of them. He rocked his hips experimentally, feeling every thick inch shift inside him. The fullness was intense, bordering on overwhelming, but the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort. His own small cock bobbed untouched against his stomach, leaking steadily onto Magnus's abs.
Magnus reached up, cupping Finn's face and pulling him down into a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues danced as Finn continued his slow ride. Magnus's hands roamed lower, squeezing the soft cheeks of Finn's ass, spreading them slightly to help him take more. Inch by inch, Finn worked himself down until he had taken nearly seven inches. He paused there, breathing heavily, his body trembling with the effort and sensation.