Paul Was Smitten With His Giant Boss, Elliott, But He Didn't Dare Reveal How He Felt -- Least Of All

Paul was smitten with his giant boss, Elliott, but he didn't dare reveal how he felt -- least of all since Elliott was enormous. Guys of his magnitude didn't tend to have interest in "tinies," as they got called.

One Friday, Paul went to a local restaurant that served a mixed-size clientele. He heard a deep voice behind him as he was at the bar -- it was Elliott.

"Well what brings you here?" Elliott asked in his deep resounding voice.

"Oh, just a drink for the weekend. Guess you're doing the same," said Paul, trying to not sound like a complete moron in front of his object of desire.

"Well I was getting a bite. Did you want to join me?"

Paul perhaps got a bit too drunk -- trying to keep up with Elliott was perhaps a mistake. But soon, Paul sat cradled in his giant boss' arms.

"My God, you know how much it drives me nuts working with such a hot fucking giant stud like you??"

Paul was drunk, but not drunk enough to then realise he said too much.

Or did he?

Soon, Elliott leaned in with a smile. Soon, there was a peck, followed by Paul's mouth being filled with Elliott's enormous tongue. His giant boss' hands held him as the two kissed, passionately.

Oh you want all of me in the shot, short stuff? Let me back up.

Try not to fall buddy.. I’m not gonna catch you !

Beards + suits + dress socks + muscle = sexy!

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:: charges shrink ray ::

Why does the idea of shrunken bearded muscle men at their giant chubby bears' socked feet get me hard?

No idea. It just does.