A Micro Summernight's Dream

I can see Johnny, the sun glaring down on his perfect muscles, on the beach. My mind's eye drinks in his rich brown hair, his goofy smile. The smoothness of his bronzing shoulders, his tight stomach and proud posture. I guarentee I have every tiny freckle - Everything from the hypnotising bump in the front of his speedoes to the two 'perfect' mounds of muscle that are his buttocks - all commited to memory. I let out a deep sigh as I imagine reaching out and cupping one of my buddy's warm ass cheeks in my hand.

Back in bed, I realise my hand has wandered between my legs again and I begrudgingly move it away, knowing I'm never going to fall asleep now.

Johnny and I have been best friends since we were kids. He was the person I knew I could tell anything to, no matter what. But right around the time we entered high-school together, when John's body was transforming into the sculpted work of art it is today and I was becoming more aware of other boys than ever, I discovered there was something I couldn't tell even him. I had become infatuated with Johnny - Everything about him drove me crazy. His amazing body, his mellow smile, the sound of his voice.

Now that we're both attending different colleges and I get to spend less time with him, I find myself obsessing over him more and more, despite seeing him less. But no matter how strong the urge, I can't relieve myself. Not while I'm thinking of my best bud. Just knowing how close we've been, and how uncomfortable it would be if he ever found out how devoted I am to him, I can't do it.

I toss and turn, frustrated. Johnny's smooth, sunkissed butt is like a watermark over every image I try to replace it with. Perfect and untouchable. I wish there was some way, any way, that I could satisfy my need without the guilt, without the responsibility. I'd do anything.. I slip into a deep, dense, exhausted sleep.

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My eyes are still closed, but I can sense human presence closeby. My radar must be confused: I feel like I'm surrounded by a whole crowd of people, but only one person at the same time. This startles me awake, and I open my eyes to a flood of confusion.

The edge of the bed is gone. The mattress simply stretches out forever on either side. I stare up at the backs of two knees, arching like a mighty bridge. The backs of Johnny's knees, so familiar and beautiful to me, seem like great bridges filling my sky now. Every freckle and hair on his skin is a giant consellation in the space above me. For years now I've worshipped each square inch of his perfect, tanned skin and now it all looms over me, larger than life. The knees lead to giant, muscular thighs, which flank an elephantine penis and balls. The colossal package is crowned by a dark valley of pubic hair. Below, Johnny's unforgettable butt cheeks press together, against the sheets. The breath falls soundlessly out of me.

My eyes climb all over the amazing body in front of me. My friend looks like a portrait of a Greek god, lying there in all his naked glory. His perfect abs and pecs look like endless hills, glowing under the moonlight. His muscular calves hang on his godly legs like the most emmaculate sculpture I've ever seen. His face looks so serene, his chest rises and falls softly in front of it. His breaths are louder and more soothing than the ocean. And the best part - The whole room smells like Johnny's sweet breath.

That's when I realise - This is terrible! I'm stranded in my sleeping buddy's bed, no more than a quarter inch tall, and besides admiring the breathtaking view all I can do is sit and wait to be discovered. Panic is starting to build. What am I going to tell him? What is he going to think? That is, if he doesn't unknowingly crush me in his sleep. This is no adventure novel - I actually have to find my way out of this!

Just then, Johnny's leg slams down on the mattress. I'm pinned by the lightly sweaty underside of his thigh. As he rolls over onto his side I'm almost ground to dust under the flexing thigh muscles. Soft brown hairs brush against me. Having my buddy's warm skin wiped all over my helpless little body is more confronting than I ever could have imagined. Uncomfortable, I squirm like crazy to get away.

I have to crawl between Johhny's massive thigh and bedsheets for an eternity before I find the way out, my friend's thick flesh sliding across my back, weighing down on me, making me feel more miniscule and insignificant than I would ever have believed I could feel.

I finally emerge, stagger to my feet and bump into the whopping thing in front of me. My jaw drops and my body tenses as Johnny's damp cock slit winks before my face. The sharp smell of precome hits me just as my buddy's dick starts to rise off of the mattress. Johnny - or atleast a part of him - must have been woken by the tickle of my tiny body, and now his manly needs are rearing their head at the worst possible time.. I'm panicking, short of breath as my friend's glistening head presses against my front, smearing me with slime. I'm so small and weightless that I'm immediately picked up by the sticky surface and, soon enough, the giant's smooth and sticky dick is holding me high in the air like a victor claiming its prize.

Past the rolling hills and mounds of muscle that are John's torso, my giant friend yawns and smiles as he wakes. His dark lashes still closed, he reaches down and grasps his manhood for a little midnight treat.

"Johhny! Wait! Wait!!" I force myself to scream out, already feeling the humiliation of him looking down and finding me stuck to his prick like a piece of underwear lint.

But he doesn't look down. "Mmm.." is the only response he utters, now steadily pulling his meat. He can't hear me. No matter how hard I scream, Johnny goes on sliding his wrist up and down, the wet sounds of his dripping flesh becoming louder. The tip of his dick grows hotter, sloppier, as the giant pole grows rock hard and trembles more violently with every tug. "Uh! Uhh! Ohh!!" Johnny grunts as a fountain of hot come shoots into the air and comes splattering down on his stomach. The thick goo pastes me to my friend's tight abdomen as spurt after spurt of hot white jizz rains down over me.

A single, sticky stomach hair is tickling my face. I can feel the muscles contracting beneath me as Johhny reaches to his night-stand, then a fluffy white rag is sweeping towards me, cleaning up the cooling puddles. "Johhny! Please look down here!! I don't know what's going on but you have to help-" Along with a handful of drying semen, I'm snatched up by the rag and carried away. "Oh God, oh God, please don't let him dump me in the washing machine - Johnny, please notice me!" Suddenly the sense of movement ends and I feel a thud as I'm dropped to the floor, still enclosed in the rag.

The sound of running water heightens as I squirm out of the giant cloth. I'm on my friends's bathroom floor. The light in here is blinding, but soon a shadow covers me and I gaze up, breath-taken, to see Him standing inches away from me, fully nude, his every perfection illuminated by the bright light.

He climbs into the steamy shower - As he lifts a huge leg, I catch a glimpse of his peachy butt flexing and parting, so amazingly round and deep. I can see through the clear glass screen as Johnny lathers himself in soap, scrubbing his back and crotch and then rinsing off. The water stops, the shower door slides open and a giant foot slaps on the tiles. His every muscle seems to bounce in slow motion as he shifts his weight and once agahn stands over me like a towering colossus. As nervous and anxious as I am, just to watch him standing up so candidly, scratching his rump, his nails scratching audibly on the firm, meaty cheeks, water dripping down his nose - The sight melts my heart and sends blood rushing to my crotch.

At that moment, Johnny bends down, right over my head. His tanned pecs heave over my head like a sky of muscle; The drop of water falls from his nose and splashes on my face; His palm opens wide and comes straight for me.. I realise I've crawled onto my unaware giant's towel - the one he's about to scrub every inch of his impressive body with! I'm going to have to cling to the long white strands of the giant towel so as not to fall away and break my neck on the tiled floor. Meanwhile Johnny's gorgeous face is coming closer - He shakes his wet hair, blinking water away, and my chest is heavy with both fear and admiration for my giant, god-like friend.

I'm wiped across his cool, damp chest. I can feel his pecs bouncing underneath as he lifts the towel higher, drying his neck. There's a moment where that beautiful face is right in front of me, and I breathe in sharply to seize my chance and call out. But Johnny's eyes are closed as he pushes the towel against his face and scrubs the water away quickly. For a moment I'm pushed into the soft tissue of my a huge, pink bottom lip, and his damp breaths land all over my back in dewey little droplets. I shiver, trying to suppress the hardness beginning between my legs.

This is wrong! I shouldn't be here, but I can't escape. And the touch of his lips is so heavenly.. I have seconds to enjoy the comforting scent of his mouth before the surface in front of me slides away again. Gripping the towel, my face is rubbed into the warm flesh at the nape of Johnny's neck. His smell is so fresh but so manly; so intoxicating. I have to focus hard on holding onto the towel behind me so I don't fall to my death at my beautiful, unaware god's feet!

But what happens next brings me back to reality, good and fast.. He lowers the towel. There's the vague line of soft hair on his midriff in front of me, there's the firm and supple curve of his waist, and finally, the enormous crescent of Johnny's beautiful butt cheek. His freshly-washed skin seems to be glowing. The perfectly smooth mountain before me turns into two flawless hills of muscle, a deep ridge in between them. Here it comes. My heart is pounding like bass in my chest.

There's nothing I can do. That intoxicating, fleshy scent is back, and I'm being buried in it. I'm pushed deep into the soft, never-ending rump of my best friend and he has no idea - For all he knows I don't even exist, and as awful a thought as that is, the gigantic and resilient muscle that is his back-side is all I can think about now. As Johnny scrubs, my face is pushed roughly over the skin. My lips fall open, my bare chest drags along his velvety skin, my mouth is full of flesh. I don't want to be here, I'd give anything to escape, but I'm in unwilling ecstasy all the same.

The divine giant who now only resembles the mortal friend I once knew bends to dry the water from his godly inner-thighs and I slip just inside the ridge of his strong buttocks, which close again and seal me between.

Suddenly I can't even struggle for freedom - It's like John's beautiful, breath-taking butt cheeks have claimed me as their own. My arms and legs are pinned in random positions as the fever-hot flesh grips me. I can feel the giant glutes twitching and shifting behind the fleshy walls of my cage. I'm panicking. Damp, hot skin stifles my screams as, conflicted, I worship every square millimetre of these glorious, larger-than-life cheeks against my own will.

There's a muffled snap nearby, and in my mind I can see Johnny smoothing the elastic of his underwear, checking his impressive figure in the mirror. Maybe he runs his big, strong hands over the perfect bubbles of meat behind him, or maybe he squeezes his cheeks together unconsciously. Either way, I feel a distinct squeeze all around me, and that's it. I lose the fight.

My dick, which has been embarrassingy hard since I was first jammed into the giant cushiony cheeks, erupts. That one little squeeze; maybe no more than an unconscious anal twitch to my blissfully ignorant giant, and I lose control. I can't move a single inch as the juices churn through my crotch, my rod is a minute speck pressed against the endless mountain of rump that holds me, and Johnny has no idea that I'm lying in his tight briefs with a face-full of his beautiful ass, now totally drained and defeated.

Panting and sweating, I go limp in the cushiony hold of his giant buns and officially give up. My mouth hangs open against the slick, salty skin. Why fight it any more? Feeling weak and broken-in, I let my tongue slide out and slurp the taste of my giant god's monumental cheek. It doesn't taste any different than palm of my hand on a sweaty day, but the knowledge of my tongue willingly wiping Johnny's giant, awe-inspiring cheek is amazing and terrible at once, like one last act of surrender to something that was going to happen whether I went along with it or not.

Dizzy and weak, I can only just sense the shift in position as my best friend lies down in bed, making the mattress creak, and turns out the lamp-light. With that last 'click', everything turns silent, and my giant adonis drifts off soundly to sleep for the rest of the night..

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"...!!!"

I pull my eyes open and gasp in the darkness. My room is empty and cool, but the sheets wrapped around me are drenched in sweat. It takes a few long seconds before I come all the way back to reality.

Still shaken up and trying to catch my breath, I climb out of bed and throw the sweaty sheets to the corner of my room. After I've changed into a new pair of boxers, I sit on the edge of my bed for a few minutes, trying to wrap my mind around the dream I just had.

When I go back to bed, I turn the pillow over to the dry side and bury my face into it. It doesn't smell like my pillow at all - It carries the same warm, sweet musky scent that my dream was filled with. I float back to sleep with Johnny's soft skin against my cheek, and spend the rest of the night cradled between my sleeping giant's beautifully warm cheeks.