Dylan clung to the coarse hairs of Tim’s massive thigh, his tiny body swaying with each subtle shift of the giant’s leg. The musky warmth of Tim’s skin enveloped him, the faint pulse of the giant’s body thrumming beneath his hands. The hairy expanse stretched like a forested cliff, each strand a lifeline as he climbed higher, driven by his fascination with the chubby giant. Tim’s loose shorts loomed above, promising a glimpse of the vast, unexplored territory of his hips and backside, but the risk gnawed at Dylan’s resolve. The thigh trembled faintly as Tim laughed, his deep voice rumbling overhead while James teased him about chips.
“Goddamn, Tim, you’re a whole planet,” Dylan muttered, his voice barely a whisper, lost in the giants’ banter. His fingers tightened around a thick hair, his body pressed against the sweaty skin. “Wide hips, thick thighs, that ass… gotta see it all.” But as he glanced up, the sheer scale of Tim hit him anew—every movement a potential avalanche, every shift a threat to crush him. The groin area, with its heavy musk and tight warmth, tugged at his curiosity, but the danger was undeniable. “One wrong move, and I’m a smear,” he hissed, pausing mid-climb.
Dylan’s heart raced, his fascination warring with survival. “Okay, rethink this, dumbass,” he whispered, wiping sweat from his brow. “Tim’s a big, hairy mystery, sure, but maybe… maybe I don’t need to play explorer right now.” He glanced down at the thigh, its broad, hairy surface offering grip and relative safety compared to the treacherous paths of Tim’s shorts or groin. “This spot’s good, right? I’m already here, got a front-row seat to the big guy. I’ll explore him sometime—when it’s less likely to get me squashed.” He nodded to himself, decision made. “Stay on the thigh, keep it safe. No need to go all Indiana Jones tonight.”
Settling into a patch of coarse hair, Dylan wedged himself securely, his tiny body nestled against Tim’s warm skin. “Yeah, this works,” he muttered, catching his breath. “Still get to feel you, Tim, without diving into the danger zone.” The giant’s thigh shifted slightly as Tim leaned forward to grab his soda, and Dylan braced himself, gripping the hairs tightly. “Easy, big guy,” he whispered, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “Don’t make me regret this.”
Minutes passed, the giants’ banter a steady rumble above. Dylan stayed put, his curiosity tempered by caution, content to ride out the moment on Tim’s thigh. Then, James’s voice cut through, casual but final. “Yo, Tim, I’m gonna head to bed. See you in the morning.”
“Alright, good night,” Tim rumbled, his tone distracted as he scrolled on his phone.
Dylan’s head snapped up as James stood, the couch creaking. The lean giant’s departure left Tim alone, sprawled across the couch, his massive frame taking up even more space. Dylan glanced around, suddenly aware of how exposed he was on the open expanse of Tim’s thigh. “Okay, not loving this,” he muttered, his eyes darting for cover. “Big guy’s alone now, but I’m way too out in the open. One wrong move, and he’s gonna spot me—or worse.”
His gaze landed on the pocket of Tim’s loose shorts, just a short scramble away. The fabric gaped slightly, offering an enclosed, safer hideout. “Bingo,” Dylan whispered, his voice firm. “Pocket’s perfect. Dark, cozy, less chance of getting crushed.” He abandoned his earlier plan to stay put, driven by the need for security. With careful steps, he slid down Tim’s thigh, using the hairs to guide his descent, and darted across the couch toward the shorts. His hands grasped the fabric’s edge, and he hauled himself up, tumbling into the pocket’s warm, musky depths.
“Made it,” Dylan panted, settling into the swaying fabric, the faint heat of Tim’s hip seeping through. “Nice and enclosed, no more playing speck-on-a-thigh.” He curled up, his body hidden from Tim’s oblivious gaze, a faint smirk crossing his face. “Still got you close, Tim, but I’m calling the shots now. Let’s keep it safe for tonight.” The giant’s movements rocked the pocket gently, a reminder of the living mountain he was hiding against, but Dylan felt secure, his curiosity sated for the moment as he nestled in to wait out the night.
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