He swallowed hard, his voice barely a squeak. “Uh… your shorts, man. The… ass option. It’s tight, right? No one’ll find me there.”
Daniel’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing deeper. “You sure, dude? I mean, it’s… I just came off practice. It’s sweaty as hell, and, like…” He rubbed his neck, glancing away. “Fuck, okay. You’re my best friend, Matt. I’m not gonna let you down.” He exhaled sharply, then leaned closer, his massive hand descending like a gentle crane. “Just… brace yourself, alright? It’s gonna be a little sweaty and smelly, but you’ll be safe.”
Matt nodded, his tiny body trembling as Daniel’s warm fingers curled around him, careful but firm. The world blurred as Daniel stood, towering over the bench. Matt caught a glimpse of Daniel’s nervous grin before he tugged at the waistband of his tight football pants and underwear, pulling them back just enough. “Alright, here we go,” Daniel muttered, his voice low and embarrassed. He shifted, parting his cheeks slightly with one hand, and lowered Matt toward the warm, shadowed crevice.
Matt’s breath hitched. At two inches tall, the sight was overwhelming—Daniel’s skin a vast landscape, the faint musk of sweat hitting him like a wave. Daniel positioned him a couple of inches from his hole, the heat radiating against Matt’s tiny form. Matt wasn’t scared—Daniel would never hurt him—but his pulse raced with a secret thrill he buried deep. He’d always admired Daniel, his kindness, his strength, but being this close, so vulnerable, stirred something he wasn’t ready to admit.
“Alright, don’t make a fuss down there,” Daniel said, half-teasing, half-nervous. He released his cheeks, the warm flesh closing around Matt like a soft, humid cocoon. The darkness enveloped him as Daniel let go of his waistband, the fabric snapping back, sealing Matt in. The pressure was snug but not crushing, Daniel’s body heat a constant pulse around him. Matt clung to the skin, his tiny hands gripping for stability as Daniel started walking, each step a gentle sway.
The trek to Daniel’s dorm was a sensory overload. The muffled sounds of the locker room faded, replaced by the rhythmic thump of Daniel’s footsteps and the faint creak of his gear. Matt’s world was warm, musky, and strangely intimate, his body pressed against the curve of Daniel’s cheek. He tried to focus on survival, on trusting Daniel, but the closeness kept sparking that hidden heat.
Then, a low rumble vibrated through Daniel’s body. Matt froze, sensing the shift. Before he could process it, a loud, wet pffft erupted—a fart, hot and pungent, filling the tight space with a smell that was equal parts gross and oddly primal. Matt coughed, his tiny lungs burning, but a part of him—buried deep—found it… intriguing. He shook his head, mortified at himself, and held on tighter as Daniel kept walking, oblivious.
Finally, the motion stopped. Light flooded in as Daniel reached his dorm, a single room he didn’t share. Matt heard the door lock, then felt Daniel’s fingers fishing him out, gentle but hurried. The cool air hit Matt’s skin as Daniel lifted him, setting him on a desk cluttered with textbooks and protein bar wrappers. Daniel’s face loomed close, flushed with embarrassment, his curls sticking to his forehead.
“Fuck, man, I’m so sorry about… uh, the fart,” Daniel stammered, rubbing his neck. “I didn’t mean to—shit, you okay?”
Matt, still catching his breath, managed a shaky grin. “It’s fine, dude. Really. I’m just… glad I’m not stuck in the locker room.” He was lying—sort of. The experience had rattled him, but not entirely in a bad way. His cheeks burned as he avoided Daniel’s eyes, nervous about what his friend might see in his expression.
Daniel blinked, surprised, then let out a nervous laugh. “You’re tougher than I thought, man. But, like… you sure you’re good? This is fuckin’ wild.” He sat on the bed, the mattress creaking, and leaned forward, his blue eyes soft with concern. “I gotta keep you safe, Matt. No way I’m letting the team or anyone else find you like this. We need a plan.”
Matt nodded, his tiny body still tingling from the ordeal. He trusted Daniel completely, but the vulnerability of his size—and the confusing rush of being so close to his friend—left him jittery.
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