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Subject: Bare Naked Giant – chapter 4 Bare Naked Giant – Part 4 by Underjug M/b, oral, inc, con, giant ********** WYATT AND SPENCER SAY: IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don’t lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: fty/ Thanks to all who emailed with nice things to say. And now for more adventures with Spencer and Wyatt! ********** The dark lair was filled with low but super deep snoring. My head was all buzzy from waking up. I was lying on one of Wyatt’s hips. His soft stick was kinda wrapped around the back of my neck like one of those snakes that can squeeze you to death. Careful so as not to wake Wyatt I pushed it off me and over across his other hip. The stick flopped down like a sack of potatoes. Wyatt said sack of potatoes all the time so I liked saying it too. It was weird waking up bare naked. I always slept in my pjs. And if it was summer like it was now I only wore my bottoms. It was so naughty not having any clothes on. I went for a pee in the dark. So this is what Wyatt felt like walking around the house bare naked. I totally wasn’t used to it. But it made me feel naughty and giggly. I was always the good boy but with Wyatt I could also be bad and not get scared about being bad. In the washroom I made sure to shake extra hard after so that nothing would dribble on the way back to the lair. My stick was so different now. Before I only thought it was for peeing. I mean, sometimes it tickled and stuck out before. But I never really thought about it. Now I knew it could be used to make sparkles. That’s what I called it when I got the tingles. I bent over and looked hard at my stick to see if Wyatt’s spit was still there. Darn, it had all dried up. I got back into the lair and crawled between Wyatt’s legs. Making sure not to bump the milk sack with my knee cause I knew specially for bigger boys it hurt. I cozied my face into Wyatt’s curly hairs. They were a little wool prickly. But I rubbed my cheek into them like a dog does when it circles a lawn to make the grass go flatter. I pulled Wyatt’s stick back to me and hugged it like a teddy bear. Already I was eight and not a baby anymore, but I still thought of his stick like a sleepy toy. The sound of Wyatt’s low super deep snoring was my lullaby. Didn’t take long for me to crash. That was Wyatt’s word for sleeping so I liked saying that word too. Next time I opened my eyes it was light out. Wyatt’s legs jerked around and I realized they had woke me. The stick I was hugging stood up super hard. Wyatt was mumbling in his sleep. My cheek could feel his stick go whoom. I looked over to see Wyatt’s face scrunch up. His legs jerked around some more. He then said actual words in his sleep. “Yeah…Yeah, yeah…Oh, yeah.” His face really scrunched up. What was going on? The stick I was hugging went steel. It stood up a bit more. The walnuts in Wyatt’s milk sack lifted off my knee. His legs went steel. He kinda made the sound when he was about to feed me. Suddenly, milk blasted like a cannon out of his pee hole! It flew across and splatted his chest and tummy! Even his chin was hit! Now Wyatt was awake as milk blasted out crazier than the fountain show they have at that Las Vegas hotel. He was growling like a bear. For a sec Wyatt saw me watching him but went back to that sleepy look he gets when he shoots. I couldn’t believe it! The stuff shot out like it was from a real fire hose. S-P-L-A-T!!! S-P-L-A-T!!! S-P-L-A-T!!! S-P-L-A-T!!! S-P-L-A-T!!! The stick I was hugging whoomed a whole buncha times. Anybody would think I had spilled a glass of milk all over my big brother. His stick stopped whooming. His super big legs relaxed. His walnuts drooped back down over my knee. My eyes went big. “Is that your milk?!” Wyatt was breathing hard. “Ohhhhhhhhhh my gaaaawwwwwwwd.” “I didn’t do nothin, honest,” I said. Wyatt chuckled gently. The milk started running down like a river, so he leaned back a bit to slow it down. “H-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o,” Wyatt sighed. I crawled out from between Wyatt’s legs and kneeled by his side. Watching the milk ooze down. Lava from a volcano. “Ohhhhhh, bro-o-o-o-o-o-o-o,” Wyatt groaned. He was breathing normal and seemed more awake. “Can I touch it?” I asked, nervously holding a finger over the lava. Wyatt smiled crooked. “Sure, little bro.” I stuck a finger in the lava and swirled it all around. It was still warm. “This is your milk, right?” I said all eager. “You betcha, dude.” I looked back at the lava like I was in church or something. This was the MILK! This was the stuff I chug-a-lugged. gaziantep travesti It was more like a cream milk. Kinda the color of pearl and marshmallow. I stuck my finger in my mouth. “Mm, it’s still yummy,” I smiled. I looked back at Wyatt. He squinted at me and chuckled. “What?” I smiled back. “Were you sleeping on my pubes?” “On your what?” “I mean, the hair. Around my stick.” “Uh-huh,” I nodded. “The hairs left creases in your cheek,” Wyatt chuckled. “You look like you got pillow face.” I puckered my lips pretend mad. “I don’t got pillow face.” “Dude, you got pillow face.” I stuck my finger back in the lava and scooped up a bunch. Popping it in my mouth and swallowing it down. I got all baby pouty. “Huh come you made it wit out me?” “Dude, I had a wet dream.” “A wet dream?” “Hey, bro. The milk is starting to reach the edges. Could I get you to clean me up before I make a mess? Better to drink while it’s still warm, otherwise-” Wyatt didn’t need to say nothing more. I went down to put my mouth at all the places where the milk was about to drip off and slurped it up. Mom also said I was good at eating ice cream cones on a hot day without making a mess. I was gonna prove it with Wyatt’s milk. While I hopped around like a bunny from chest to tummy on one side and his other side, Wyatt explained all about wet dreams. “Bigger dudes when they start making milk sometimes have dreams. Big boy dreams where they’re doing stuff with their sticks. And if they shoot in the dream, sometimes they’ll shoot for real.” Between slurps I said, “But your stick wasn’t even touched.” “You don’t have to touch it, Spence. It’s like your brain thinks you’re shooting and it tells your walnuts in your milk sack to shoot too.” “You had a dirty dream?” Wyatt had to think. “The first part is a blur. A buncha stuff happened. But the dream changed near the end and I was an actual giant in a forest. Except it was wintertime, I think. I was maybe 30 feet tall. And you came up just past my ankle. You were older, maybe…actually the same age as me. Twenty.” Slurp. “Were you bare naked?” Wyatt’s big fingers ran through my hair as I did a good job getting him clean. “I wasn’t at first. But when I came across you, suddenly I was. I remember you were in rags and shivered from the cold. So I offered to keep you warm. I picked you up. And while I was lifting you, I grew to a hundred feet, two hundred feet.” My eyes went wide. “Whoooaaaaaaa.” Some milk almost got into the curly hairs, but I hoovered it all up. “You were suddenly so tiny in my hand. I didn’t know where to put you. Then I got the idea you should hide in my pee hole.” I looked up with a shock happy face. “Your pee hole?!” Wyatt giggled at the silliness of it all. “Yeah. I knew you were cool with it, cause when I moved my hand up to my rock hard stick, you crawled right into the pee hole.” “That’s funny. Look, everybody, I’m crawling into my big brother’s pee hole.” “Yeah. I warned you not to get me excited or else I’d shoot. But you kept wriggling to get in. I could see your tiny legs sticking out. They disappeared as you kept wriggling. It was driving me wild. I was getting more and more excited. It’s like you knew not to wriggle but you kept doing it. And that’s when I felt it. My milk shot you clear out.” I was almost finished my job. “That’s a weirdo dream.” “I know. But that’s what happened. Must be from all the Bare Naked Giant games we been playing.” I got the last of the milk and went “aaaahhhhhh.” Before I could wipe the rest off my mouth, Wyatt pulled me in and we had a adult kiss. During breakfast, Wyatt asked if it’d be cool if he played ball with his old high school buddies. When I asked, he said of course I would be coming along. I was so excited that I was gonna see my big brother play basketball. The phone rang and it was Mom. She said sorry for not calling earlier and asked how I was. Boy, did she ever regret asking. “Wyatt took me swimming and to the movies!” I said all excited. “And he teached me basketball and even took me on his motorbike! Yesssssss, Mom, I wore a helmet. He had a old one when he was a kid and he didn’t even drive fast.” I looked up at Wyatt and smiled. “Wyatt said he’s gonna show me how to play Frisbee. And I get to see him play basketball today. Did you know his position is shooting guard?! He took me shopping, Mom, and got me cool bball gear and told people we were brothers! Oh, and Wyatt made us a blanket fort! Hey, also he said he’s taking me to the carnival and we get to go on rides! And not the scary ones. He said he’s gonna play gaziantep masaj salonları the basketball game at a booth and win me a stuffed animal!” Of course I didn’t tell her about the action movies and the fireworks and I definitely didn’t tell her about our bare naked games. Wyatt took the phone after I said bye and promised to be good and listen to my brother. “Hey, Mom, you and Dad having a good honeymoon? That’s good. Yeah, we’re having a blast together.” Wyatt winked. “No, he’s a great kid. Couldn’t ask for a better little brother.” I hugged Wyatt’s leg. “He’s no trouble at all. Naaahhh, I won’t need a sitter. Seriously, you raised a good kid, I love hanging around the shrimp.” Another wink and a bigger smile from me. “Look, everything’s cool here, you and Dad enjoy your trip. Say hi to him for me. If we need anything, we promise to call. Otherwise just assume everything’s okay. A’ight, go work on that tan. Spencer’s waving goodbye.” Wyatt said we’d take the truck. It wasn’t the same sitting in the passenger seat. Less funner than hugging my big brother on his motorbike. After complimenting me for being righteous on the phone, Wyatt got kinda quiet and serious. “Hey, little bro, I gotta tell you something. Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad.” He looked so ultra cool driving. All his moves were like smooth and super confident. I felt so safe around him. He had to lean down a bit or else his head would bonk the roof of the truck. Wyatt said, “You and me, we’re special boys.” “Yup.” “Ever heard of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell?” I thought about it and shook my head. “It was a policy in the military. They wanted to protect special dudes like us. So the officers couldn’t ask if we were special and we didn’t tell them.” I nodded. “Anyway, that’s the kind of deal I have with Dad. We don’t talk at all about our personal stuff. He doesn’t ask if I’m special and I don’t tell him. The same I’m assuming goes for Mom. It works for us O’Connells. You understand?” “Uh-huh. I promise I won’t tell ’em I’m special neither.” “You’re a good kid,” Wyatt said and ruffled my hair. I sure did love that. “Here’s where it gets tricky, and before I talk about it, I want you to know how important you are to me. I haven’t felt as close to anyone as I do to you. You understand that, too?” “I love you a whole bunch, Wyatt.” “I REALLY love you, Spencer.” He kissed his fingers and put them on my lips. That made me tingly. “But other people like Dad and my friends don’t get us. When you grow older they expect you to start dating and get married. It’s tough sometimes. If we lived in a major city it might not be as bad. But here people can be judgmental. So, I had to make up a story. I was lucky to find a girl who only likes girls. This chick named Carly. We pretended to date off and on. Just so people wouldn’t talk. But I don’t do anything with her. Just so you know. Does that – make you worried?” I was just a teeny bit. But when I saw how worried my big brother looked I could see he really did love me lots and cared what I thought. I felt better enough to say it was okay. “That’s a relief, little bro. The only reason I bring it up is the dudes might ask about Carly. She and I go to the same college. We never see each other, ever. But I’ll probably make up stories about her around the guys. I don’t want you to get a bad impression of my friends. They’re pretty chill. Just not around this subject.” “Kay. I understand.” “You’re my number one, bro. There’s no one more important to me. I would die for you if I had to. That’s how much I love you.” I reached out and we held hands. Mine was so tiny it looked like it got swallowed up. We didn’t let go and held on all the way to the basketball court. Wyatt’s friends actually were pretty darn cool. They treated me super nice. Hank specially made sure I was having a good time. He even offered to let me play games on his tablet that his own little brother had loaded on it. But I didn’t look at the tablet once. I totally loved watching Wyatt showing off his basketball skills. He was like a whole nother person. Mean and fierce. Like a bare naked giant. But he was also like a ballet dancer even though he was seven feet two inches. It was just like when he was driving. He moved like butter. Even when stealing the ball and dunking it. I was so proud of him. We went for McDonald’s and just as Wyatt said his friends asked about Carly. My big brother told them they still saw one another but were developing other interests, which I didn’t quite get. Garrett told everyone he had broken up with Jen because she had gaziantep escort bayan turned into a royal bitch. All of Wyatt’s friends turned to me and said sorry for the bad words. Wyatt’s friends joked about old times and some of the trouble they got into. They were really, really funny stories and we laughed a whole bunch. Darren who they called Duke burped and said sorry to me. But Wyatt looked at me and said, “Little bro, you gonna let this dude beat you at a burping contest?” So I burped back as loud as I could and everybody thought it was super hilarious. Wyatt ruffled my hair. On the ride home, when we were on the highway and nobody could see, Wyatt reached out and we held hands. “They weren’t too bad, those dudes.” “Hank was real nice and Duke was funny. They were all awesome.” “Nah, yeah, they’re good guys. You weren’t bored, were you?” “You kidding? I was, like, that’s my big brother on the court. You could play on TV easy.” “Well, I don’t know about that. We’ll see.” “Nuh-uh. You totally could play in the NBA.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence, little bro.” We sat quiet for most of the ride. As the truck got closer to the house, it was like a weird feeling was inside me and Wyatt at the same time. We looked at each other. “Hey, Spence. I just got this – it’s like this warmth rolled right over me. I’ve never had this feeling before. The world just – feels so right.” “Hey, yeah!” “You feel it too?” “It’s like we’re on a island or something.” “Yeah. Like a dream island where everything feels good. Have you ever felt this before?” “Maybe two times. I call it the warm stew feeling.” Wyatt squinted his eyes like he was testing it. “Damn, dude, I’m just so overwhelmed.” “What’s that mean?” “It means the warm stew feeling is so intense I can’t handle it, but I’m also enjoying it.” “Maybe it’s all cause of Bare Naked Giant?” “That’s a big part of it. Truth is, you know, it feels good to be with someone who gets you. I feel so lucky we’re in sync. I mean that we want and like and enjoy the same things. I truly do love life at this moment.” “Wyatt and Spencer’s dream island life.” “It’s wild. Dad and Mom are supposed to be on a honeymoon. But I think we’re the ones having the honeymoon.” “Well, we do get bare naked and do dirty stuff,” I said. Wyatt looked at me and we laughed real hard. “I am so looking forward to Bare Naked Giant tonight,” Wyatt said. “Me too!” “I’m gonna blast so hard, you won’t know what hit you,” Wyatt winked. That night the bare naked giant seemed to be stronger than ever. Wyatt lifted me up with just one hand. I knew we were gonna go on carnival rides next week, but this felt like a ride just with my brother. He pretend throwed me like a basketball, making me squeal. Me and Wyatt were the perfect brothers together. He needed to feed someone littler and I needed to drink the stuff from someone bigger so I would also get big. When he lied me in the giant’s lair, Wyatt spent like a buncha time just gently licking my stick. He crouched on top after and asked me to do the same to his stick. I did my kitten licks all over the stick, but super slow like I was kissing it. He moved his milk sack overtop and I coated it with my spit. He lowered his whole stick and bag over my face. I puppy whimpered into them. There was nothing else in the world cept the bare naked giant’s boy things. When I first saw this tall gigantic basketball player in the family photos, I never ever thought I would be spending so much time getting to know his boy things. Boy things were supposed to be the secret part in jeans or shorts that no one saw. It was weird to think that the super tall guy in the photo would really soon be getting me to open my mouth for his boy thing to go in. That I would be so close to his tummy and top part of his legs. That I would see his curly hairs right in front of my eyes. That stuff an adult shoots with another adult would actually end up in the tummy of a little boy. “Dude, you’re teasing it so well, I’m about ready.” Wyatt had forgot to keep being the bare naked giant. But I peeked around his stick and saw his eyes were all sleepy so I didn’t make him change. We both had the warm stew feeling. Wyatt gasped, backed up quickly, and pushed the plum into my mouth. Whoa, he was right! Milk fired like lasers and for the first time I had to let some dribble from my mouth or he’d hafta save me from drowning. Wyatt pulled out and licked off the extra milk dribbling down my face. He winked. “Just so you don’t get in trouble with the Bare Naked Giant.” Wyatt surprised me by staying bare naked until bedtime and he let me wear my pj bottoms cause he knew how much I liked being in them when he had no clothes on. We watched cartoons all curled up on the couch. I was too sleepy after and he carried me into his room and put me between his legs. I lied down in his curly hairs and hugged my sleepy toy which was still a bit hard. I fell asleep and had my own bare naked giant dream.

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