I opened my mouth and sucked at the nipple like a bottle-tip. As a child asking to be breastfed, I sucked Papa Bob’s nipple avidly. He was lying on his side and his right arm, thick and large, came down on me and he, still sleeping with his eyes closed, pulled me closer to his body. I was glued to the warm, muscular, hairy body of my dad. I worked voraciously on his nipple. Then he spoke in a hoarse, deep, sexy voice.
“Hmmmmpft … dad loves to be awakened like this,” he said. “Take your time, little boy … we have all morning.” He yawned and his fleshy paw stroked my hair.
“Always … mmmm … ready … mmmm … dad,” I said around the sucking of the nipple.
Working on Daddy’s hairy chest, I felt something nudging my butt. I knew what it was, but I chose not to pay attention to that prodigious morning wood. Dad, on the other hand, was not of the same mind. As I watched over his nipple, he began to force his cock, already wet with morning pre-cum, into my tight hole. His movements were slow but strong and precise. The slickness of the pink mushroom head lubricated the entrance to my ass. I tried my best not to pay attention, but it was impossible. Dad would settle down when his morning mast was worked until release.
With his incredible size, giant Bob had triple testosterone coursing through his massive body. Muscular men like him had this advantage, and so the libido was something amazingly unstoppable. Bob was not satisfied until he had cum in me and all over me. And that’s what happened. Dad lowered his hands down my body and easily pulled the cheeks apart giving my hole more aperture to receive his mast.
“Hmmm… Dad’s going to just put his head, okay, little boy? I’m not going to hurt you in the morning, but Daddy has to stuff this thing into something tight and his hole is as close as I have now. So… hmmmm…”
With my hole lubricated by his pre-cum, he slowly pushed the mushroom head of his thick cock into it. With a bump I went up, but Dad stopped me in time in time for me not to leave him. It was at that moment that he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I saw affection, virility and protection in his eyes and smile. But as the urgency to release his smile became increasingly dark and malicious, lascivious and thirsty for sex. Dad pushed the mushroom head further into my tight hole and felt that monster full of veins widening my tight ass. He punched the cock’s head several times, with moderate force not to shove it all at once. And then… I felt the hot liquid bathe my insides. I was being filled with my dad’s morning cum.
“Oooohhh… fuuuuuuuuuuuuck… grrrrrr…” Bob roared and kissed the top of my head, pressing my body against his massive, warm torso.
I snuggled into his pectoral and let out a groan as I climaxed, warming my dad’s round abdomen with my cum. I was nothing compared to the horse Bob was, but I cum like a man in my normal proportions. My giant dad was above average so there was no way to compare our climaxes.
“Hmmmm… Dad likes to be treated like that. You’re a good little boy. Sweet little boy.” Bob kissed my lips and caressed my cheek.
“Thank you for those moments, Dad. I love being with you.” I sniffed at the cleavage of his massive pecs. My head was buried in the middle of those muscle plaques.
“I love you too. And today I’ll take you to see the village that lies beyond the mountains of central park.”
Bob smiled as he spoke of his village. He had already told me several stories about that place and how other men like him lived in that place. It was a rustic village of lumberjacks. All big men, muscular or fat like my dad Bob. The stories I heard about the lumberjacks’ village were like the fairy tales about Paul Bunyan. As a child, that’s how I pictured the village: a place filled with giants like Paul Bunyan. And after 20 years I would finally meet my other friends of my dad.
“Oh God! I cannot wait to meet your lumberjack friends, Dad.” I smiled and tried to hug Bob’s body, but it was too thick for me to do.
“Hahahahaha… you really are a size queen. Just be careful not to be taken by one of them. I do not want to get into a fight for no reason,” Dad said in a serious tone, as if giving me a warning. I understood the message well. We stayed a few more minutes in bed still smelling of cum. And speaking of cum, when the cock mushroom head popped out of my hole into a soft “pop” the warm cum ran through my hole freely. But it was Bob’s male musk that dominated our nest of sex and love. Dad was ready to take me one more time. I was his.
I was in the kitchen finishing washing up for breakfast. Dad ate like a hungry elephant. There were pounds and pounds of bacon, sausage and fried eggs with bread and milk, plus the morning protein drink. The anabolic shake that Bob drank every morning guaranteed his body to continue with that massive, bulky look. I liked to see him feeding himself and feeding me too. I would sit on his thick thigh to receive food straight into my mouth. I loved being looked after by him that way.
Later I heard heavy footsteps coming down the steps of our cabin. Dad’s heavy work boots made me very excited. Every time I saw him dressed for work in the woods, I had a hard-on rage between my legs. Thuuund… thuuund… thuuuund… I turned and faced my father’s crotch. He wore dark jeans, a white flannel shirt, a leather belt… and the woodsman’s boots. I felt my mouth wet with heat from those boots. Dad knew I liked to see him dressed for work.
“You’re hot, Dad… and these boots… they’re so…” I deliberately stroked my crotch.
“Come on, little boy. I know you like those heavy work boots.” To prove my point, Dad lifted his boot over my head and came down hard on the floor making the floor shake a little. Thoooooom!
I knelt down at once and licked my dad’s work boots. The taste of old but clean leather made my dick almost rip my pants. I liked being in this position of submission. I knew my place and Dad always liked to remember where I belonged.
“Licking my feet is a good place for you, sweetheart,” he smiled, a deep laugh that made his belly sway.
“I love being here daddy. I love licking your leather boots.” I wiped my lips.
“Let’s go now. I still need to stop by Chris’s house.” Dad leaned over and took me by the armpits, pulling me to his feet in front of his groin.
“Chris Dodgle? The lumberjack on the south side of the park? Oh God! Does he really exist?”
“Hahahahaha… you’re so cute, little boy!” Bob ruffled my hair one more time. “Of course Chris exists. And that son of a bitch might be even bigger than me, heh.”
Dad turned and called me to follow him. We left our house and followed the dirt road that was made by my father. It was a road behind our house and down the valley by the mountains. I was impressed and happy at the same time, for going to a place that was once forbidden to me as a child. I felt embarking on an enchanted adventure. I would finally know the lumberjacks’ village. The place preserved by themselves to ensure the safety of their own lives.
As an obedient son, I held my dad’s hand as we walked down the road. Bob picked some fruit up high in the trees and gave me some to eat. It was no problem for him to reach the trees. At times, he to show his incredible strength shook a tree laden with apples. I got a shower of wild apples on my head. It was funny.
As we approached the valley entrance I could see a house like ours. It was made of thick oak, two-story woods and had a chimney made of gray stones from the city quarry. From where we were I could hear thunderous burps coming from inside the house. A deep laugh could also be heard. Dad asked me not to be afraid of Chris. He might have looked scary at first, but it was just a big, grizzly bear.
We stopped in front of the house and in fact, the doors of the place were even bigger and wider than those at our house. Chris was so tall that he needed doors over twelve feet to get through without damaging anything. Dad leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Not need to be afraid, baby. Chris may look like a brave dog, but he has a good heart. He’s just a man who’s 9’6” tall. So stay calm… “
At that moment I heard the sound of Chris Dodgle’s heavy steps approaching the door. Thuuund… thuuund… thuuuund… The door opened and a huge man, wearing only dark jeans, as well as my dad’s, appeared in the doorway. As Papa Bob had warned before, Chris had the angry bear features. His hair was black and long, the tips of thick hair resting on his broad shoulders. His mustache, followed by a thick beard, was as large as Santa’s, but in black, framed his hard face.
Chris’s torso was something extraordinary. Your skin tanned, almost the color of olive. Massive, muscular, with a considerable fat layer. His pecs were so large, thick and projected forward that his chin rested well over those plates of massive bull meat. Chris was a god to me, just like my dad was. His thick legs like oak trunks were clothed, but his crotch was marked. I could see clearly, for my face was below that male groin. His dick was scoring in his pants and I could deduce that Chris Dodgle was hanging like my dad Bob.
“Hey big park pig! How are you, you rascal?” Chris rolled over me, not noticing me, and hugged my dad.
The shock of their massive bodies caused a wind that almost knocked me over.
“You beast of the valley! Why have you never been to my house? I hear you’re around to stay, huh?” Bob blinked mischievously and complicity to the giant Chris.
“Oh fuck! Have not I introduced you to my great lover yet?” Chris turned and shouted “Kevin! Kevin… come down here to talk to my friend Bob!”
In a few seconds another giant came down the stairs quickly. This one also wore dark jeans, woodcut boots, and wore a flannel shirt, but this one was green in color with black squares. This new giant was the size of my dad Bob, 7’6”. His body was muscular, strong as a bull. Giant Kevin had his shirt open and I could see his strong abdomen. It was an incredibly sexy eight pack. Kevin had no hairs on his body, but his thick, well-trimmed beard framed his sexy magazine-model face. He had a sensual look, a striking smile and a body of a professional bodybuilder. Kevin was another god I had just met… and I still did not know how many more giants were beyond those mountains.
“So you’re the famous Bob, the park beast? The guy who keeps our secret safe? Nice to meet you, Dad!” Kevin hugged my dad and I felt jealous.
No one called my daddy Dad besides me! With my brow wrinkled and irritated at not being noticed, I scratched my throat to catch the attention of the muscle beasts that chatted above me as if I did not exist.
“Hmm… sirs? Hello! Down here!” I waved.
“Oh fuck! Is that your puppy?” Chris leaned over to look at me closely.
Instinctively, not out of fear, I backed up as that mass of muscle came down to look at me closely.
“Do not be afraid of Uncle Chris, little boy. I do not bite… I mean, I only bite who deserve to be bitten, and you’re sweet.” He scratched my chin with the huge index finger.
“I’m not scared…” I stepped forward, but stopped shortly afterward when Daddy Bob looked in warning “Sorry, Mr. Dodgle, I’m just amazed at your size.” I bowed my head in reverence.
“Oh holy shit! Bob, what do you teach this kid? I need an obedient puppy like that.” Chris smiled and stood up to his full height of more than 9 feet.
“Well… there are many in the world of the little men, but Jimmie is my son and I do not share with anyone. Right, son?”
“Yes Dad. Everything you want.” I nodded happily.
“Show him Dad’s gift…” Bob pointed at my shirt.
I showed Chris and Kevin Dad’s gift. The shirt with thin straps with the print that read: “Daddy’s little boy”. The giants smiled in approval and Chris asked us to come in for a drink before we went to the woodsmen’s village. I was anxious, nervous and very horny about meeting a herd of lumberjack bears like the three giants that were around me at that moment. I just wished that day would not end. And the secrets of the lumberjacks? I needed to know what they were hiding.