Ryan’s dorm room smelt of clean linen, gym chalk, and a faint trace of his cologne—a stark contrast to the chaotic mess Matt imagined Luke’s room would be. The space was organized, with a neatly made bed, a protein shake blender on the desk, and a stack of folded workout clothes in the corner. Ryan set Matt down on the edge of his desk, next to a sleek water bottle, and peeled off his compression shirt, revealing a chiseled torso that gleamed faintly with post-workout sweat. His blue eyes locked onto Matt, intense but laced with curiosity, as he crouched to bring his face closer.
“Alright, little guy,” Ryan said, his voice low and deliberate, like he was laying out a game plan. “You said you’re curious about my world, and I’m damn curious about you. Being that small… you could explore everything. I want you to climb me, touch every inch, feel what it’s like to be part of me. I wanna feel you, too—every step you take. You game for that?”
Matt’s tiny heart pounded, his three-inch frame trembling with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. Ryan’s body was a living landscape—massive, muscular, radiating heat and power. The idea of exploring every part, from his bare feet to his armpits, was daunting but electrifying. Matt wasn’t grossed out; he was intrigued, his curiosity sparked by Ryan’s intensity and the sheer scale of the challenge. “That’s… a lot,” he said, his squeaky voice shaky but eager. “But yeah, I’m in. I wanna see… all of it.”
Ryan’s smirk widened, a glint of approval in his eyes. “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s make it real.” He sat on the edge of his bed, his massive frame making the mattress dip, and extended one bare foot toward the desk, resting it flat a few inches from Matt. The sole was broad, slightly calloused, with a faint sheen of sweat from the day’s training. “Start here,” Ryan said, his voice commanding but encouraging. “Climb my foot. Feel it. I’ll stay still.”
Matt approached, his tiny hands trembling as he touched Ryan’s sole. The skin was warm, textured—rough in places, softer near the arch—and carried a faint, musky scent of sweat that wasn’t unpleasant but raw, alive. Matt pressed his hands into it, feeling the give of the skin, and started to climb, his fingers gripping the ridges of calluses. The heat enveloped him, and he felt Ryan’s pulse faintly beneath the surface. “This is… wild,” Matt said, his voice awed. “Your foot’s like… a mountain.”
Ryan chuckled, the sound vibrating through his body. “Keep going, little guy. I can feel you—tiny but there. Feels… interesting.” His tone was warm, almost playful, urging Matt on.
Matt reached the top of Ryan’s foot, standing on the warm, slightly slick surface. He looked up, Ryan’s muscular legs stretching like a highway toward his thighs. “Where next?” Matt asked, his voice bolder now, adrenaline pumping.
“Thighs,” Ryan said, patting his massive quad. “Climb up. Let’s see how you handle it.” He lowered his hand, letting Matt step into his palm, and lifted him to his thigh, setting him down on the firm, warm muscle. Ryan’s gym shorts rode up slightly, exposing more of his sculpted leg, the skin taut and faintly dusted with hair.
Matt’s tiny feet sank slightly into the muscle, the heat and subtle flex beneath him thrilling. He walked, his hands trailing along the smooth skin, feeling the power coiled in Ryan’s thigh. “It’s… so strong,” Matt said, his voice tinged with wonder. “Like, I can feel you move.”
Ryan’s eyes gleamed. “Good. Keep exploring. Head higher.” His voice dropped, suggestive but controlled, as he shifted slightly, guiding Matt toward his waistband.
Matt’s pulse raced as he approached the edge of Ryan’s shorts. The fabric was snug, and beneath it, Ryan’s cock was a massive, hidden presence. Matt hesitated, his cheeks flushing, but Ryan’s encouraging nod pushed him forward. “Go on,” Ryan said softly. “Touch it. I wanna feel you there. You’re safe.”
Matt reached out, his tiny hands brushing the fabric over Ryan’s cock. The heat was intense, the surface firm yet yielding, and Matt felt a faint twitch beneath his touch. Instead of fear, he felt a rush of excitement, the intimacy of the moment connecting him to Ryan in a way he hadn’t expected. “It’s… huge,” Matt said, his voice a mix of awe and nervous laughter. “Like, I’m standing on a freaking giant.”
Ryan’s laugh was deep, his abs flexing. “You’re doing great, Matt. I can feel every step. Keep going—head to my ass. Let’s see how you handle that.”
Ryan gently scooped Matt up, his fingers precise, and repositioned him on the bed, then turned to lie on his stomach, his bare ass exposed as he slid his shorts lower. The firm, muscular cheeks were a vast landscape, slightly flushed, with a faint sheen of sweat. “Climb,” Ryan said, his voice warm but commanding. “Explore the crack, the hole, everything. I wanna feel you in there.”
Matt’s heart thundered, but his curiosity burned brighter than his nerves. He approached, his tiny hands gripping the smooth, warm skin of Ryan’s cheek. The heat was overwhelming, the musky scent stronger here, raw and primal. He climbed into the crack, the walls of skin closing around him like a warm canyon. The texture shifted as he reached Ryan’s asshole—a puckered, sensitive ring of skin that radiated heat. Matt touched it tentatively, feeling it twitch slightly under his hands. Instead of disgust, he felt a thrill, the forbidden intimacy sparking his adventurous side. “This is… insane,” he said, his voice echoing slightly. “It’s like… I’m in a secret world.”
Ryan’s voice was low, almost a growl. “Fuck, I can feel you, Matt. You’re… bold. Keep going. Touch it more.”
Matt pressed harder, his tiny hands exploring the sensitive skin, feeling Ryan’s body respond with subtle shivers. The connection was electric, both of them sharing the intensity of the moment. After a few moments, Ryan gently lifted Matt out, setting him on his lower back. “You’re killing it,” Ryan said, his voice thick with approval. “Now head up—chest, pecs, nipples, armpits. I want you everywhere.”
Matt climbed Ryan’s spine, the warm, firm skin like a rolling hill under his hands. He reached Ryan’s chest, standing on the broad expanse of his pecs. The muscle was hard, the skin smooth, and Ryan’s heartbeat thudded beneath him. Matt touched a nipple, the pink skin tightening under his tiny fingers, and Ryan let out a soft hum. “That’s… sensitive,” Ryan said, his voice warm. “Keep going.”
Matt moved to Ryan’s armpit as Ryan raised his arm, revealing a patch of dark hair and a stronger, musky scent. Matt climbed through the hair, the coarse strands like a jungle, the heat and sweat enveloping him. He wasn’t repelled; the rawness of Ryan’s body was thrilling, a testament to his power. “You’re… everywhere,” Matt said, his voice filled with awe. “It’s like I’m part of you.”
Ryan turned his head, his blue eyes glinting. “You are, little guy. I feel every move. You’re… something else.” He gently scooped Matt up, holding him in his palm. “You good? Wanna keep exploring, or you need a break?”
Matt grinned, his tiny body buzzing with adrenaline. “I’m good. Let’s keep going. I wanna see… more.”
Ryan’s smirk returned, his voice low and approving. “That’s my guy. Alright, Matt, let’s make this adventure epic.”
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