Trevor: Scenes from an Italian Restaurant

by Ziel   

Devon and Ashton finally go on their first date! You’d think it would be less awkward given that they’ve been together for a bit now, but I don’t know if they know how to not make it awkward.

“Table for one?” the hostess asked.

“Two, actually…” Ashton replied awkwardly.

“Oh! Well, we only seat full parties,” the hostess replied.

“But we’re already here?” Ashton replied.

Devon was riding shotgun on Ashton’s shoulder and turned to speak into Ashton’s ear. “Just say you’re by yourself. Maybe we can get somewhere quiet in a corner or something.”

Ashton tilted his head slightly so he could see Devon out of the corner of his eye and replied, “Good idea. I’d prefer to avoid people as much as possible.”

At this point, Ashton directed his attention back to the hostess. He was a bit taken aback to see that she was standing there with her jaw slack with shock.

“That… but he… that’s a real person!?” she yelped.

Ashton narrowed his gaze at the hostess which didn’t help her collect her wits at all. She recoiled with a mix of fear and shame.

“I mean. Of course. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… wow… So, are you together? I mean, together together?” She stammered.

Ashton narrowed his gaze even further. He was staring daggers at the hostess. His gaze was so intense that the hostess began to instinctively duck down behind her podium.

“Go easy on her. She doesn’t mean anything by it,” Devon said.

“She’s being rude,” Ashton replied.

“So are you,” Devon counted.

“I didn’t say anything!” Ashton protested.

“You don’t have to,” Devon replied.

Ashton sighed. His posture relaxed as he deflated slightly. “Sorry, I just want this to go well,” Ashton said.

“Don’t tell that to me,” Devon replied and gestured to the hostess who was still cowering behind her podium.

Ashton shook his head, sighed, and tried to gather himself for what came next. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to come down so hard on you. It’s our first… you know… I really want it to go well,” Ashton said apologetically.

The hostess tilted her head to the side questioningly. Fortunately, Devon was able to fill in the blanks. He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, “First date!”

“Oh!” the hostess gasped. Her nervousness gave way to excitement. She was suddenly beaming. “I’m so glad you decided to share this moment with us!” she said.

“I’d rather not share…” Ashton muttered.

“It’s an expression. Restaurant talk,” Devon said.

“Restaurant talk? Did you work at a restaurant or something?” Ashton asked.

“Briefly. I did a short stint as a busser,” Devon replied.

Ashton tilted his head slightly and looked at his date as if sizing him up. Devon sighed and shook his head. “I was obviously not this size when I worked there,” he said.

“I didn’t say anything!” Ashton protested.

“It was clear what you were thinking from your expression,” Devon said with a laugh.

Ashton shrugged which caused Devon to have to quickly cling to his shirt to avoid falling over. Ashton let out a quick “oh shit!” and reached up to help steady Devon.

“Sorry… I’m still not used to having a passenger,” Ashton said apologetically.

“You’re fine. I’ve still got to practice my shoulder parrot stance a bit too,” Devon replied. He then nodded towards the hostess and added, “… but more importantly…”

Ashton looked back towards the hostess who was standing there with an awkward, forced smile. She was clearly trying to keep up the perky demeanor that was expected of her, but it was obvious that she wanted them to hurry up.

“Right. Table for two,” Ashton said.

“Right. Okay. Yeah, I actually have a great spot for you two,” she said. She then turned and waved to one of the waiters. There were a few waiters closer who were better positioned to respond, but she made it clear she wanted a specific guy. The waiter in question gave her an incredulous look, but the hostess gave him a curt nod and gestured for him to get over here. The waiter shrugged and made his way across the dining room towards the podium.

“Hey, what’s up?” he said in a pleasant tone.

The hostess turned back towards Ashton and said, “This is Braeden. He’ll be your server this evening.” She then turned towards Braeden and added, “It’s a special occasion. They asked for something a bit more private for their first date.”

“Wonderful! Where’s the lucky la—” Braeden began, but before he could get the question out, he clocked the tiny passenger on Ashton’s shoulder.

“Oh!” Braeden said. His Customer Service Smile suddenly shifted into a sly smirk. He gave Devon a nod of recognition, and then said, “Ohoho. I see, I see. Well, let’s get you two seated!”

Ashton thought that response was a little weird, but as Braeden turned and began to head back towards the dining room, Ashton noticed something else odd. As Braeden passed by the hostess, he only came up to her shoulder at most. At first, Ashton had assumed that the hostess was standing on a raised platform behind the podium, but as he walked past her, he realized that wasn’t the case. Braeden was just significantly shorter than her, and she wasn’t all that tall to begin with.

“What do you think of our waiter?” Ashton asked his passenger.

“He seems nice,” Devon replied.

“He’s also very short,” Ashton responded.

“Is he? It’s hard for me to tell,” Devon replied.

“He doesn’t even reach my pits,” Ashton said.

“You’re very tall,” Devon replied.

“Not that tall,” Ashton said.

It was by this point that they reached their seat— a small booth tucked away in a corner of the dining room. It was surprisingly quiet, and it wasn’t just the acoustics. There were several open tables around them. This half of the dining room didn’t appear to be in use. Ashton wasn’t sure if they were given this seat due to the romantic nature of their visit or if the wait staff was trying to avoid a scene if other customers spotted the tiny patron, but Ashton was thankful for the privacy either way. He gave a nod to their waiter and took a seat.

“Here’s your menu,” Braeden said and handed a small booklet to Ashton. He then nodded towards Devon and said, “I take it you were in the lab that day, too.”

Devon didn’t expect his voice to carry that far so he nodded emphatically in response.

“I wasn’t in the room itself, but I was nearby, as you can probably tell,” Braeden said and gestured towards himself. It was at this point that he relaxed his stance and shifted from customer service mode to casual acquaintance mode. Ashton thought it was a little odd, but he figured that this was as good a shared bonding experience as any.

“Oh. That’s… rough, buddy,” Ashton began to say. He felt awkward even saying this much. He wasn’t normally one for small talk, but he felt he should at least make an effort if for no other reason than Devon seemed interested.

“Oh, It’s not so bad,” Braeden said. He leaned in and flashed a smirk that was both playful and conspiratorial as he added, “Between you and me, I’ve always been a bit of a bottom so this is a blessing in disguise. Cocks went from… this… to this…” Braeden held his palms a few inches apart and then held them almost a foot apart to indicate the change in perspective.

“You sound like Rex!” Devon shouted through cupped hands.

Braeden cocked an eyebrow and his smirk spread even wider. “Oh! You know Rex? I haven’t heard from him since… well… everything that happened,” Braeden responded. He leaned in closer so that he and Devon could speak easier, and it was at this point that Devon realized that Braeden barely came up to Ashton’s shoulder, and Ashton was sitting down!

“Yeah. We… were friends before all this, and we’ve kept in touch,” Devon explained.

“Friends…” Braeden said with a salacious wiggle of his eyebrows.

“I take it you two also fooled around?” Devon asked.

“Not as much as you’d expect. We have very similar tastes in men which meant we weren’t very good for each other. We had a blast swapping whore stories, though,” Braeden said.

“And here I thought he’d suck off any guy who would let him,” Devon said.

“Oh, we absolutely blew each other on the reg, but in terms of actual fucking, we both went on to bigger things,” Braeden explained.

“That sounds like Rex, all right,” Devon said with a sigh.

“Yeah! So, how’s he doing! He was also in the lab that day, right?” Braeden asked.

“He’s doing well! He’s actually having a blast with his new size,” Devon explained.

“I can only imagine. If he’s about your size, then maybe he’s finally found a dick that’s big enough for him,” Braeden said with a laugh.

“I wouldn’t go that far…” Devon said.

“How small is he, anyway? You’re the first person I’ve met who was actually in the room where it happened. Is he about your size?” Braeden asked.

“He’s… I… Oh…. Hmm…” Devon stammered.

“Touchy subject?” Braeden asked.

“It’s not, but… I’m not sure if I should be talking about it? It’s not a secret, but people tend to react strangely when they find out,” Devon replied.

“Oh, right. I guess that makes sense…” Braeden replied. It was at this point that Braeden glanced up and realized that Ashton was staring daggers at him. Braeden recoiled slightly and let out a soft “yikes.”

Devon gave Ashton’s shoulder a soft pat. “It’s fine. He’s just curious,” Devon said.

“If you’re sure you’re fine with it…” Ashton replied.

“We can talk more about this later. I really shouldn’t be butting into your date as much as I have been,” Braeden said.

“You’re fine, but yeah. I’d like to spend more time with date,” Devon said.

“Right. Well, what can I get you started with? Would you like something to drink?” Braeden asked.

“I’ll share his drink,” Devon said.

“I was just going to get water, but if you want something, I can do that instead,” Ashton said.

“Oh. Well, water’s fine,” Devon said.

Ashton grumbled softly and then said, “I want this dinner to be something nice. So, if there’s anything you want, just say it.”

Devon looked like he was mulling it over, but he wasn’t making any effort to actually request something. Fortunately, Braeden stepped in.

“How about some wine? It’s a date, after all,” he said.

Ashton furrowed his brow. It was clear that he was running the numbers in his head.

“Look. You’re not the first guy to make that face. If it’s the price, I have some suggestions. I’ll be honest, ‘vintage’ is mostly bullshit. I mean, the year matters, yeah. But some old years were bad, and some new years were good. With old bottles, you’re paying more for the rarity than the quality. Some of our cheaper glasses are better than the expensive ones,” Braeden said.

“I’m not trying to be cheap…” Ashton mumbled awkwardly.

“How’s this. Tell me red or white, and I’ll hook you up with my favorite,” Braeden said.

“I think a red sounds great!” Devon said.

“Great. I know just the thing, and before you ask, don’t worry about the price for this one. I feel I owe ya something for horning in on your date as much as I have,” Braeden said.

“That sounds wonderful!” Devon said.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to get you in trouble…” Ashton chimed in.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve been here long enough that I know what I can safely comp a customer,” Braeden explained.

Devon gave Ashton a reassuring pat on the shoulder, which was enough to get Ashton to drop it. With that situation sorted, Braeden excused himself and left the couple alone.

There was an awkward moment where Devon and Ashton sat in silence. They didn’t usually mind a shared silence, but they both were feeling the pressure to perform on their first date. Eventually, Ashton was the one to speak up.

“Would you like to look at the menu?” He asked.

“You’re the one who is going to be eating most of it. Why don’t you see what you like, first,” Devon said.

“It’s still a full meal for you. It matters if you like it,” Ashton replied.

“I like everything Italian,” Devon said.

“Okay. I can see this isn’t going to get us anywhere. Let’s both decide. My only rule is no shrimp, so we can avoid the seafood section,” Ashton said as he thumbed through the booklet.

“Oh, so I’m not your type?” Devon said. He gave his best fake pout and puppy dog eyes as he stared up at his date.

“W-what? I didn’t… but…” Asthon stammered.

“It was joke!” Devon laughed.

“Right… sorry, I think I’m still a bit high strung,” Ashton apologized.

“Hopefully the wine will help with that,” Devon said with a wink.

“Right…” Ashton murmured awkwardly and then made a concerted show of focusing on the menu.

Fortunately, the entrée section was very limited. Ignoring the scampi, that left only lasagna, chicken alfredo, and some needless fancy sounding ravioli.

“Do you like alfredo?” Ashton asked.

“It’s great, but half the fun of noodles is the slurping them up part,” Devon said.

“That’s probably not possible for you, huh?” Ashton asked.

“Not unless they have angel hair. Fettuccini def won’t work,” Devon replied.

“Ravioli would probably be similarly cumbersome,” Ashton said.

“Yeah. They’d be like the size of a couch cushion. We could cut into it, but that kind of defeats the point,” Devon said.

“Sounds like lasagna it is,” Ashton replied.

Devon nodded emphatically in agreement. It was about this time that Braeden came back with their glass. As Braeden set down the glass, Ashton closed the menu and set it aside which Braeden took as his cue. He leaned in close once more so that he could hear both guys.

“Ready to order, are you?” Braeden asked.

“Yeah. We’re thinking the lasagna. The noodles aren’t too thick, are they?” Ashton asked.

“I think the chef would flip if he heard you call them noodles, but the pasta is not that thick. There’s just several layers of it, so the lasagna itself is probably as tall as you are,” Braeden said and gestured towards Devon.

“I’m so hungry I feel like I could eat it all,” Devon said.

“Right on. And if you can’t, we have to-go boxes,” Braeden replied.

Once satisfied that he had their order correct, Braeden excused himself and let the duo go back their date in peace. However, even with the privacy, Devon and Ashton weren’t sure what to talk about. They had been hanging out so much lately, that it wasn’t like they had any new information to share. They already knew each other very well, so the whole point of a first date was starting to feel a little redundant. Eventually, however, Devon gestured down towards the table.

“Can you let me down?” Devon asked.

“Sure. Did you need something?” Ashton asked.

“I just want to try some of this wine,” Devon said.

Ashton nodded and set Devon down on the table, but no sooner had he reached the table than Devon realized a problem. Even though the glass of wine itself wasn’t that large, the fluted stem made it much taller. The glass was taller than Devon was!

“Change of plans! Pick me up!” Devon shouted up at his friend.

Ashton nodded and quickly obliged. He held out his palm for Devon to climb on and then lifted Devon up to the rim of the wine glass. Devon leaned over the rim and breathed deep of the aroma.

“Oh, that’s good stuff,” he said.

“You can tell that just by sniffing?” Ashton asked.

“My mom’s big on wine tasting. She taught me a thing of two,” Devon replied.

“So then, if you’re such a sommelier, what kind of notes does this one have?” Ashton teased.

“I’m sensing notes of grape,” Devon replied.

“Now I know you’re just fucking with me,” Ashton said with a laugh.

“Just a bit!” Devon said. He too was laughing, but after a moment, he stopped his giggling long enough to add, “I keep forgetting that it’s like huffing a vat at my size. I already feel a little fuzzy from just the fumes.”

“That’s my cue to cut you off for a bit,” Ashton replied as he lifted Devon back up to his shoulder.

“You should try some, though. It’s good,” Devon said upon returning to his perch.

“I never got into wine. Beer’s good enough for me,” Ashton said.

“It’s not for everyone, but I think you’ll like this stuff. Just give it a sip and let it settle in. It’s more about the aftertaste than the actual flavor,” Devon explained.

“If you say so…” Ashton replied unconvinced. Yet despite his protestation, he took a sip from the glass and followed Devons advice.

“So, what do you think?” Devon asked.

“That’s rotten grape, all right,” Ashton replied.

Devon laughed and playfully boxed Ashton’s earlobe. “Fine. Fine. More for me, then,” he said.

“I didn’t say I disliked it,” Ashton replied. He flashed Devon an impish smirk as he took another, larger sip from the glass.

“Hey! I haven’t had any yet! Save some for me!” Devon protested.

“I thought you were already tipsy,” Ashton teased.

“Not nearly! I just needed some fresh air to clear my head,” Devon replied.

“All right. All right. Ready for another shot?” Ashton asked.

“Yeah! I’d like to actually taste it this time,” Devon replied.

Ashton once again held out his palm for Devon to climb aboard and then lifted Devon towards the rim of the glass. Devon once more leaned over the rim and looked down into the wine, but now there was a new problem.

“You drank too much!” Devon protested.

“There’s still plenty left!” Ashton replied.

“Yeah, but I can’t reach it!” Devon shouted back.

Devon grumbled and leaned further over the rim. He had to lean so far that the thick glass was digging into his ribs, but his hand was just barely able to skim the surface of the wine below.

Devon was still fascinated by fluid mechanics at his size. At his old size, the wine would have quickly seeped through his fingers leaving only a bit of a red stain to show where it had been, but now it clumped into a small dew-like bead in his palm. The bead in question seemed as large as an orange, but it quivered like runny Jell-o. It looked like it would pop like a water balloon at any moment.

It was at this time that Braeden returned. He set a plate down on the table and said, “Here’s some fresh bread for you guys!”

Ashton was so fixated on watching his little friend scoop wine, that he was caught completely by surprise when the plate touched down on the table in front of him. He instinctively jerked back and glanced up at their server, but the exact instant he did so, he realized his mistake. Devon was already leaning precariously far over the edge of the wineglass. Ashton’s slight jerk was all it took to send him toppling ass over ears into the drink.

“Oh, shit!” Braeden and Ashton yelped in unison.

Ashton quickly stuck his hand into the glass and began trying to fish his friend out, but the glass was a little too tight around his hand for him to get his fingers wrapped around the tiny occupant. It was like trying to awkwardly scoop the last chip out of a pringles can except that the Last Chip in this case was a little guy who was now awkwardly pinned to the bottom of the glass. Devon was a small guy, but even still, the glass wasn’t large enough for him to move around freely and the sides of the glass were so slick that he just couldn’t get enough leverage to push himself upright.

“Let me,” Braeden said, upon realizing the problem. He shooed Ashton aside, and quickly slipped his smaller hand into the glass and fished Devon out. Braeden turned to Ashton and passed off the wine-soaked little guy.

“You okay?!” Ashton asked.

Devon balked. He looked like he was debating spitting out the mouthful of wine he had or swallowing it, but he eventually decided to swallow.

“Oh… I can already tell I’m going to regret that…” Devon murmured.

“Better swallowed than inhaled,” Ashton said. He then looked up at their server and asked, “Anywhere we can get him cleaned off?”

Braeden nodded and pointed towards the opposite corner of the dining room. “Bathroom,” he said.

Ashton nodded and hurried across the dining room towards the bathroom. He was glad to see that it wasn’t locked but was less pleased to see that it was one of those restrooms with multiple stalls. He had hoped for a little bit of privacy. There didn’t appear to be anyone else in there with them at the moment, but there didn’t seem to be a way to lock the main door leading into the restroom, either.

“Man… your clothes are soaked…” Ashton said as he stared down at the little guy lying in the palm of his hand. Devon was small enough that Ashton could carry him in one hand but large enough that he hung over the edges of Ashton’s palm. It was apparent that he was already starting to feel the effects of the wine. Not only had he effectively hotboxed himself on wine fumes while stuck in the cup, but he had swallowed more of the stuff than was probably healthy. He was lying across Ashton’s palm like an olde-timey noblewoman lying on a fainting couch in some renaissance painting. Devon was looking downright tipsy, but it didn’t appear that the red flush of his face was purely from his inebriation. The red wine had tinged his otherwise pale skin a shade of purplish pink.

“So much good wine going to waste,” Devon replied with a chuckle.

“I’m not worried about that,” Ashton replied.

“Hmm… I have a fun idea,” Devon said.

Ashton was just about to turn the faucet on in the sink but paused to hear what Devon had to say. Devon had a huge, goofy grin on his face.

“Are you drunk already?” Ashton asked.

“I’m tipsy at best, but I do have a fun idea. You’re going to love this…” Devon said. He wasn’t slurring his speech, but he did sound a bit out of it.

“I’m listening…” Ashton replied skeptically.

Devon lifted his shirt towards his face and wrung some of the wine out into his mouth. “You could suck some of the wine out of my shirt… or my pants… or me…” Devon said with a chuckle.

Ashton’s face burned bright red. He hadn’t seen Devon drunk yet. He didn’t expect Devon to be such a horny drunk. Yet, despite how much Ashton knew he needed to keep a level head, he couldn’t deny that the idea intrigued and excited him.

“Well… if it will help get you clean…” Ashton murmured.

He lifted the tiny figure of his little friend to his mouth and placed his lips against Devon’s tummy as if giving his stomach a kiss and began to suck the wine out of Devon’s shirt. The wine tasted nice, but the way Devon writhed and giggled underneath Ashton’s lips was where the real fun was. Before he knew it, Ashton had shifted his hold on Devon so that his lips were now pressed against Devon’s crotch. Ashton sucked the wine from Devon’s slacks, and as he did so, he could feel Devon’s cock stirring to life beneath the thin layer of fabric that separated it and Ashton’s lips.

Devon continued the giggle and writhe. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his slacks and slowly shimmied his pants down around his hips until his rigid cock was left to fly free.

Devon’s cock was too small for Ashton to properly suck it. As hung as Devon was, Devon was so tiny that his dick was only two centimeters long. His cock was barely bigger than the prong on an electric plug. Still, Ashton was so turned on by this that he wanted to make sure that Devon enjoyed every second of it. He stuck out his tongue and licked a long, slow path across Devon’s crotch and chest and even licked across Devon’s face. Devon’s hair was so soaked with wine that even his bangs tasted of alcohol.

As Ashton sensually licked at his little lover, Devon writhed and caressed his own body. He was beyond tipsy. He was so buzzed that every inch of his body felt electric to the touch. He wanted to feel every inch of his body— what few of them that remained— teased and toyed with by his gigantic lover. Devon quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head and kicked his shoes and slacks off leaving him completely nude in the palm of Ashton’s hand.

Ashton continued to lick and kiss the form of his little lover until he felt the soft slapping of Devon’s hand against his nose. He pulled back and glanced down at the little figure that reclined in his palm and took a moment to marvel at Devon’s nude form. Devon was so hot. His lean, lithe body just seemed to accentuate how thick his cock was. The tool between his legs would have been a beast back at his old size.

“I think my front is clean,” Devon said with a wink.

Ashton was a little taken aback. He wanted to keep going! He wanted to feel Devon’s nude body against his lips and tongue some more!

Fortunately, Devon was feeling the same way. He flashed Ashton a sultry smirk and then rolled over onto his stomach leaving his bare, bubbly booty exposed for Ashton’s viewing pleasure. Devon reached back and pulled his cheeks apart to give Ashton a clear view of Devon’s tight, tiny little hole.

“I think there’s some more for you back here,” Devon said playfully.

Ashton didn’t need to be told twice. He flicked the tip of his tongue against Devon’s tiny, shuddering pucker. Devon let out a soft yelp and a shudder of excitement as he felt Ashton’s tongue slide against his spread crack.

Devon was so horny and excited that he came right them and there. Cum gushed from his little dick and flooded his lover’s palm as Devon writhed and moaned in ecstasy. He came again and again. Even he was amazed by how much there was. By the time he was finally spent, he could feel the warm, this mess across his entire crotch and inner thighs.

“Y-you’ve got more to clean up in front,” Devon moaned between gasps for breath.

Ashton pulled back and stared down at his little lover and smirked at his handiwork. Devon was literally quivering in the palm of his hand, and as Devon flipped over once more, Ashton got a good look at the thick, sticky mess that was Devon’s crotch and belly. Devon’s white cum stood in stark contrast to his pale skin which was tinged pink from the residual wine.

“And I thought you didn’t like the taste of shrimp,” Devon teased.

“For you, I’ll make an exception,” Ashton teased back.

Ashton once more lifted his little lover up towards his face, wasted no time lapping up his lover’s jizz. He had cleaned off most of the wine from Devon’s body by this point, but there was still a faint hint of fermented grape flavoring the otherwise mellow taste of cum as Ashton licked it up. Devon was once more quivering and moaning in Ashton’s hand.

The whole experience was so surreal and exciting that Ashton was well past boned by this point, and he only needed one hand to hold his little lover. His free hand reached down and undid the fly of his pants. Soon, Ashton’s short cock was left to fly free. Even though Devon was completely clean by this point, Ashton continued to lick and kiss the tiny figure in his hand while he stroked his own rigid cock.

Suddenly, Ashton felt the sensation of Devon tapping his nose once more. Ashton pulled back and glanced down at the tiny figure in his hand. Devon was grinning from ear to ear as he shouted up towards his gigantic friend.

“I can tell you’ve got your dick out. You should let me return the favor!” Devon shouted.

Ashton was taken aback. He felt he should deny the accusation or do something to change the subject, but he was so horny, and his cock was exposed for all to see. It was a little late to play innocent now.

Ashton set Devon down on the marble countertop and stood over his little lover. Ashton was so tall that the countertop came up to just below his balls. He could lean over the countertop and rest his nuts directly on his little lover’s lap, and in doing so, point his cock straight at Devon’s eager face.

Devon eagerly wrapped his arms around Ashton’s cock. Ashton’s cock was short but thick. Devon could only just barely get his fingers to meet on the other side. Devon locked his fingers together and rocked his entire body back and forth while he licked at the exposed tip of Ashton’s cock. Pre flooded Devon’s mouth as he kissed and licked and suckled at the oozing slit of Ashton’s cock.

It was Ashton’s turn to shudder and moan. He slammed both hands down on the countertop as he struggled to keep himself upright. He was so horny, and Devon was felt so amazing wrapped around his cock like that. Ashton could tell he wouldn’t last long, but he was determined to hold back as long as he could. He wanted this moment to last forever!

Devon continued to greedily lick and suck at Ashton’s oozing cock. Ashton’s cock continued to buck and lurch, threatening to send Devon tumbling ass over ears once more. If anything, it was the weight of Ashton’s nuts on Devon’s lap that kept Devon from falling over, but as much as both participants were enjoying the experience, it was clear that Ashton wouldn’t last long.

“I-I’m gonna…” Ashton moaned.

“Do it!” Devon shouted up.

It wasn’t clear if Ashton could hear him, but he could definitely see his little lover emphatic cheer. Ashton reached a hand down and scooped Devon up into his palm once more. He held Devon so Devon’s ass pressed against Ashton’s own nuts and Devon’s legs were straddling Ashton’s cock like a Clydesdale. Ashton’s cock pressed down against Devon’s own, and the tip of Ashton’s dick pressed against Devon’s chest. Ashton held Devon tight against his own shaft and gave his cock and lover a few quick pumps before the dam broke.

Ashton moaned and shuddered as cum erupted from his cock. Jizz gushed out across Devon’s face and chest, completely coating the little guy’s upper body in spunk. Ashton was amazed at how much he had cum. It had been a few days since he had cum, but even then, he was just so horny tonight! His load was one for the record books!

Eventually, Ashton’s nuts had pumped out every last ounce of spunk they could, and Ashton stared down at the cum-coated form of his tiny boyfriend. Ashton let out a soft chuckle and was just about to make a quip about how cute Devon looked when he heard the definitive sound of the bathroom door opening.

Ashton spun around just in time to see Braeden lean in. Braeden’s Customer Service Smile froze for a second while his brain buffered. It took a few seconds, but upon fully realizing what he was seeing, Braeden’s eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped.

“Oh, shit. Sorry!” he murmured.

“Wait! It’s not what you think!” Ashton protested, but it was exactly what he thought.

“It’s fine. I get it. Take your time and get cleaned up. I’ll box your food up for you,” Braeden said before quickly dipping out from the bathroom and returning to the dining room.

Ashton could only stand there in mortified silence. Not only had Braeden seen him holding his cum-coated date in the palm of his hand, but he had also seen Ashton with his pants down around his knees— his still semi-chubbed cock exposed for the world to see. Unfortunately, unlike his little lover, Ashton was not drunk enough for this.

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Ladder of the heavens by Ziel "Someone suggested that I do a story with piercings and jewelry that caused growth in the owner. I made use of some other suggestions as well so this story features a wide array of kinks including muscle/dick growth and even a touch of shrinkage, and there’s even a cute little *spoiler* with a *spoiler**spoiler*" 11k words Added May 2015 21k views 5.0 stars (5 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Pointy Ears•Size Decrease

A miracle on 69th Street 2: Jingle bed rock by Ziel After the events of “A Miracle on 69th Street”, Nick visits Kris’s home at the North Pole only to find out that there is a strange caveat for having visitors in the magical land. 5,393 words Added Dec 2017 8,114 views 5.0 stars (2 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Size Decrease•Christmas

All in by Ziel Wade finds himself at the table of a casino with a unique gimmick. The stakes are high. Fortunately, Wade’s hand is a sure bet... 2,532 words Added Oct 2023 3,646 views 5.0 stars (1 vote) No comments yet •Size Decrease•Complete •M/M

The beast with a billion boners by Ziel Occult book store employees Lee and Gavin discover a comic book called "Beast with a Billion Boners." They figure they’ve both seen enough hentai to know where this is going. They were wrong. Some tentacle fun, raunchy gay smut, and even some shrinking and macro/micro sizeplay ensue. 9,666 words Added Dec 2015 15k views 4.9 stars (8 votes) No comments yet •Replication•Size Decrease•Selfcest•Tentacle

What’s yours is mine by Ziel When it comes to the superpower lottery, there a some abilities that are pretty much guaranteed to turn you into a supervillain. 6,698 words Added Mar 2020 25k views 4.6 stars (13 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Cock Shrinking•Muscle Theft•Size Decrease•Size Increase•Humiliation•Superhero/Supervillain •M/M

Randall by BRK The box containing an actual shrunken man is only the beginning of the strangeness. 3,363 words Added Jul 2003 13k views 5.0 stars (1 vote) No comments yet •Size Decrease

A blessing in disguise by Jo Psmythe Colin, an over-stressed college student, meets the man of his dreams in Chris. But Chris has a secret that might drive them apart—or bring them even closer together. 5,422 words Added Sep 2019 17k views 5.0 stars (11 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Extra digits•Multi-abs•Multihead•Multiarm•Multilimb•Multipec•Stacking•Stretchy•Plausible Size Difference•Size Decrease•Size Increase•Suggestion•Vore

A gay fairy tale by John Smith Story of a gay submissive faggot boy gets turned into a fairy by a hot hung dominant fairy.  998 words Added Nov 2022 4,270 views 5.0 stars (4 votes) No comments yet •Transformation•Size Decrease•Supernatural •M/M