The giant on the bus, playing with fire

The first time I saw him, I could not take my eyes off of him. I was taking a later bus into the loop, because my hours changed slightly at work. He was huge, not fat, just really big. Super tall, maybe 6’7”. Big head, big feet, big hands. He sat in the row of seats that were over the bus’s wheel well, the ones that face the aisle. As I walked to the back of the bus, I chose the the same seat across from him. I couldn’t resist the chance to gawk at him. I acted as if I was looking past him out the window behind him every time he would look my way. I have always had a thing for large men. Knowing that he was able to dominate me in any way he wished was such a turn on. The size diffence between us was such a hot button.He was wearing a pair of black parachute pants, his legs spread apart, presumably to make room for the huge set of balls that visibly bulged between his thick thighs. I began to imagine the fat cock that might lie sleeping on them. At this point, I may have forgot to keep my eyes moving, as I’m pretty sure he noticed me staring. I made sure to be looking somewhere else the rest of the trip.When my stop came up, I stood up,and made momentary eye contact. We exchanged friendly nods, as you do when face to face with a stranger in such close quarters. The following day, I boarded the bus heading downtown. As I walked down the aisle, I spotted the giant man in his the same seat. There were two women in the 3 seat row across from him,but I squeezed in. After seeing him yesterday, I went home and fantasized about the giant man, and what it would be like to be with him in bed. I wanted more mental images.I was delighted to see that he wasn’t wearing the light jacket that he had on yesterday. It was warmer that morning, and he wore a T-shirt, which showed his thick, hairy forearms. Royal blue sweatpants replaced the parachute pants today. His bulge was even more prominent. The man was a dead ringer for Bluto from the Popeye cartoons. At first I didn’t think he recognized me, there are a lot of 5’6” men in the city, I’m sure I look pretty average. But, as I was trying to check him out without being noticed, I noticed him looking in my direction.  He had a smirk on his face, I felt like he knew everything I was thinking, as I sat there, with my backpack hiding my throbbing erection. It seemed like he’d experienced the longing gaze of a “little faggot” like me before. I felt very self conscoius. It wasn’t long before a guy in his early 20s got on the bus, and sat next to him.He had in earbuds. ”Bluto” began to display a look of extreme irritation on his bearded face. Suddenly, he took his huge finger, and poked the kid in the thigh roughly. “Hey, I can hear that music, you know”.  The kid looked surprised. “Oh, sorry, I’ll turn it down.”The kid appeared to turn the music down. I don’t really think it could’ve been that loud. After a few more minutes, the large man appeared to be getting red in the face. He  abruptly grabbed the kid’s upper arm, squeezing it  hard enough to make the kid cry out with his giant hand. “I warned you!” He barked, rage showing now in his eyes. I felt sorry for the kid, as he looked terrified. He immediately got up, and found another seat. The giant grizzly bear of a man then went from complete rage, to an eery calm. As if nothing had happened. I lost my erection immediately, as I was somewhat afraid of this man now. As the driver announced my upcoming stop, I stood up. “Bluto” looked directly at me(and almost through me), winked and smiled as I turned towards the door. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that smile, it was like a spider looking at a fly. I was distracted at work, because I knew he must have a major screw loose, but he was still so physically exciting to me. He seemed so...dangerous. In my fantasy the night before, I sat on his lap,caressing his hairy chest, feeling his cock stiffen under me as we kissed gently. Him promising to be oh so gentle as he entered me with that tree trunk of a cock.The very next day, I got on the bus thinking I should avoid sitting near the big man, if he was on the bus. He was there, in his usual spot. As I came down the aisle, I kept my eyes focused on the back of the bus, where there were open seats away from him. As I neared “Bluto”, he cleared his throat to get my attention. Then he patted the seat right next to him with his huge paw. I motioned towards a seat further back with my hand, and smiled politely. I thought that would work, but as I passed by he grabbed me by my belt loop, pulling me down next to him. “Hey, little buddy”, He said pleasantly. “I’m James” he said, as he extended his hand. “Uh, I’m Jim” I said nervously. His hand engulfed mine, as we shook hands. I felt my cock twitch from this example of his size. His grip was actually painful. Was this intentional, I wondered? He was obviously not a balanced man. “Nice to meet you, Jim”.  Then,  thankfully he picked up his phone, and busied himself with it. What may happen next? He just manhandled me into a seat against my will. I had no clue how to deal with him. My mind raced. I wanted to stand up for myself and move seats, but I had seen how easily this man flips out. I felt ashamed of my fear, and of the arousal I was feeling. He was intentionally spreading out, allowing his forearm to rub against mine. The thick growth of fur tickling my arm was giving me an erection. I was grateful for my backpack in my lap. After awhile, I looked over at his phone screen.  There were pics of young guys in pantyhose, panties, etc. some were tied and gagged. Did he want me to notice this? He was making no effort to conceal it. I glanced down at his lap, and his cock was obviously hard. And what a cock it was! I may have made an unintentional gasping sound, as he turned to see me staring at it.  I immediately looked away, towards the front of the bus. This is not good, I thought. I decided to keep my head turned away. After a moment, he reached over and squeezed my thigh. As he released his hand, he chuckled softly. It was a creepy chuckle, I knew then that I should take an earlier bus from now on. My erection shriveled, this guy could have bodies buried in his backyard.My stop was coming up, so I stood up. As I took my first step away, he swatted my ass lightly. “See you tomorrow, little buddy.” He said in a deep voice that might be sexy, if I wasn’t so frightened.Later, in the safety of my house, I recalled the incident. The handshake, his huge cock, the slight odor of sweat mixed with cologne, the pictures on his phone, and I was hard as a rock again. What was wrong with me? This is like playing with fire. Nevertheless, I masturbated furiously thinking of being his boi, taking the huge man’s load. Fantasizing about him as a protector, instead of the unstable and dangerous man he was.The next day, I left an hour early for work. No giant James today, I thought to myself as I boarded. All clear.After work, I got off the bus at the stop near my home. There he was, sitting in the little shelter that the cta provides. He simply waved, and smiled an unnerving smile as I hurried down the sidewalk, trying to put serious distance between us. I finally looked back, and didn’t see him. How long had he been there? I’ve never seen him in the late afternoon before. The next day, I took a cab to work, and back home. I didn’t feel very safe taking the bus. When I checked my mailbox on my way in after work, there was a handwritten note in my mailbox. It read...

Missed you today, little buddy.Sincerely, James

I was terrified! How did he find out where I live? I looked around nervously, and went in to my house. I made sure my doors were securely locked, and closed my curtains and blinds.I relaxed a little, feeling safe in my house. I went upstairs, and began to get undressed for a shower. After getting down to just my bikini briefs, I heard a creaking noise in the hallway. I though I was just being paranoid, so I turned back towards my bathroom. Then, from behind me, I heard “Boo!” I turned around, and there was James. “Hey, little buddy!” He said with a twinkle in his eyes. My heart literally skipped a beat, and I forgot to breathe. I saw floating flecks of light, and realized I was about to faint. He grinned, pleased with my reaction, as my legs became wobbly. I regained my senses, and turned to run. But before I could get one step away, he grabbed me. His massive forearm locked around my neck, as his other hand covered my mouth, keeping me quiet. Mmmmph, mmmph! I tried to call out, but his thick forearm squeezed tighter, and I realized I could no longer hold myself up. He spoke in a deep, soothing tone into my ear. “That’s right, little buddy, time for night night. I could tell he was enjoying this.  I could smell his bad breath. Then I passed out.I must’ve only been out for a few moments, because the next thing I was aware of was being cradle carried through my bedroom door. My head was resting against his hairy chest, and I had drooled into the thick fur. He literally threw me on to my bed, and turned his back to me to grab something. I was still woozy from being choked out, so I could do no more than lay there, trying to gather my senses.

Then, James turned around. I noticed he was fully aroused. His cock bulging out the front of the same sweatpants he had on yesterday. He was grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s get you dressed” he said, throwing a Walmart bag on the bed next to me. 

Fear had cleared my head, and my fight or flight mechanism kicked in. I looked towards the door, judging the time I might need to get past him. “No, no, no, little buddy, I know what you’re thinking, but make no mistake” he said sternly, as he moved towards me, and squeezed my throat with one huge hand. “I will hurt you...bad”. His eyes turned ice cold, his smile gone.  

“Now, be a good boy, and get dressed. I bought these just for you”.

He emptied the contents of the bag next to me. There was a pair of sheer to waist suntan pantyhose, and pink panties, and a pair of red pumps. “I figured you for about a women’s size 11 shoe.”

I looked at the lingerie that he had laid next to me. I knew I had no choice but to comply with him, so I grabbed the pink panties. “No, the nylons first!” He barked. I did as he said, I removed my briefs, and pulled on the tan pantyhose. As I reached for the pink panties he grabbed my arm, pulling me up to my feet. “Wait” he said, pulling me towards him. He was smiling again, and his hands went down to my nyloned ass cheeks, pulling me against him. His cock was hard as steel, and I swear I could smell it, even through his sweatpants. He leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head. His breath smelled bad. He pulled one hand off my ass, and slapped me hard across the face. My head spun. He grabbed the back of my head, and plunged his tongue into my mouth. I forgot for a moment that I was being raped. The man could kiss. The huge tongue owning my mouth, combined with his hands caressing my pantyhosed  ass, and his big horse dick pressed against me was unbelievable. My own penis began to stiffen inside the silky pantyhose. He pulled his tongue out of my mouth, looked into my eyes gently, and said, “turn around.” I feared the worst, but he simply continued caressing my thighs and ass. 

“Put on your panties and shoes, boy”. I did as told. As I did that, he got naked himself. His dick was magnificent, and frightening all at once. He approached to kiss me again. This time, I welcomed it. I caressed his furry, muscular shoulders and arms, while he held me tightly. My cock was now fully erect. I flexed my hips, grinding my nyloned bulge against his ripe smelling cock. That really displeased the ape of a man who was obviously calling all the shots. “NO! I’m the only man here, now. I’ll decide when, and how your clit will be pleasured!” He grabbed my erection roughly, squeezing it  through the pantyhose and panties. I whimpered like a little girl, the pain was unbearable. I dropped to my knees after he released his grip, and was face to face with his monster dick. He laughed wickedly “take it, little buddy, it’s for you.” He grabbed me by the hair, and shoved it into my face. The smell was strong, he needed a bath. “Take it!” He barked. I feared his temper so I did, well, as much as I could take. I gagged once he got so much in.  He moaned in pleasure, and began to seep precum almost immediately. He pulled out, not wanting cum yet. “Stand up, my kitten” he cooed. Now, back in teddy bear mode. I did as told. I have to admit, wearing pantyhose, panties, and high heels made me feel so sexy. We kissed again, then his hands went to my waist. He turned me away from him again. His thick fingers pulling my panties down, slowly caressing my ass, then all the way down to my ankles. The pantyhose magnifying the sensation. 

He wrapped his arms around me, nestling his precum seeping horse cock into my ass crack. His furry chest delightfully tickling my back. He placed one huge hand on my once again throbbing dick, gently fondling it through the sheer nylon. I placed my hand on his forearm, moaning softly. He began kissing my neck, then into my ear he whispered. “Kitten, you will be mine in every way. When I carried you in here you were so lovely, so...helpless. I love seeing you that way, do you understand?”  Before I could reply, his arm came up, and he placed it around my  neck. “Don’t struggle, kitten. I don’t want you to get hurt” he whispered as he tightened his grip. He was very proficient at carotid compression, maybe he was ex military, because I could breathe fine. Within moments, I felt floaty and unable to stand on my own, let alone resist. Then I lost consciousness. I have no idea how long I was out. When I came to I was laying on my side, James was behind me, spooning me. The first thing I noticed was a large patch of cum drying on my pantyhosed ass, and his now semi erect cock nestled in my crack. He was nibbling on my neck. I was relieved that he had not entered my tight boy pussy with that fat pole, ...yet.

Once he realized I had came to, he caressed my face, and then kissed me so deeply and gently. He was such a split personality. My penis awakened once again, growing harder than ever. “Sorry about the mess, my kitten. I couldn’t help myself.” His hand came around to my erection, and just laid there, still. I wanted to grind against it, to pleasure myself, but I knew this was a test. Eventually, he began to use his fingers on the throbbing head. I was seeping precum freely. He brought his sticky fingers to my mouth. “Taste your clitty juice, boy.” I did as told. All I wanted was his hand back on my cock, but he knew that. 

Then his hand went down to my ass crack again. He split open a hole in the crotch of my pantyhose, and shoved two fingers in, finding my puckered hole. I had been in a state of pure pleasure, enjoying the attention this beast was lavishing on me, but fear rose up now. I hadn’t had many men in me, but they had all been average, or smaller sized penises. Given this man’s propensity for violence, I feared severe injury. He sensed my tension, and issued a warning. “You’re very sexy, but you had better behave.” I laid as still as I could, while he worked my hole with his fingers. He spit on his fingers, and kept pushing in. I new better than cry out, so I moaned into my pillow. After awhile, I was loosened up a bit. My cock responded favorably to the assplay. He noticed, and asked “do you want me to let you cum, kitten?” I panted, “yes, sir”.

“Then you will, but only after I do” he then grabbed some lube, and handed it to me. “Lube my cock, boy”. I did as asked. His dick felt so good in my hand. I stroked it, hoping he would cum. Maybe my pussy would be spared. 

“Enough!” He barked. “I will have you, but you know by now how that will go.” At first I didn’t understand, but when he flipped me on my back, I saw that look in his eyes. He grabbed me by my ankles, lifting my nyloned legs up in front of me, letting them rest on his chest and shoulders. I felt so many things, fear, shame, and arousal, all at once. A real man should be fighting this, risking it all, even in an unwinable situation like this. But, as his hands went to my throat I laid there, letting him turn me into a limp fuck doll. 

He didn’t put me out right away. He kissed me slowly, and pushed the fat head of his manhood against my boy pussy. I moaned, as the pressure increased. He wasn’t even an inch in, and I could barely stand it. 

“Shhh, it’s ok.” He whispered, as his hands tightened, finding the correct spot quickly to knock me out. I came to with him still inside me, pumping. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. He had me bent in half, so he couldn’t see my face. I pretended to still be unconscious, so he  wouldn’t choke me out again. After a few moments, I could tell I was going to cum. His cock was massaging my prostate gland, and I felt an orgasm like no other brewing. I began to have goosebumps from head to toe. The pantyhose on my legs felt electric, his furry, muscled body against me was intoxicating. I came so hard that I fainted. I’m sure the pantyhose kept him from being sprayed with my cum, saving me a beating. 

When I woke up, he was tying me up. I could feel his cum oozing out of my stretched out hole. It must actually look like a pussy, I thought to myself. 

“This is just to give me time to get out of here, in case you were to try and call the cops. It’s not too tight, kitten.” 

He leaned down, kissed me one more time, and then began to get dressed. Even drained, and limp, his cock and balls were huge. 

“Maybe we will do this again, I can see you came. Glad it was mutual.” 

He turned, and walked towards the bedroom door. Then, before he left, he turned around again.

“See you on the bus!” He winked, and flashed that creepy smile one last time. Then he left.

The following week I took vacation time, I needed to heal my ass. I couldn’t sit at my office chair all day after the fucking he gave me. The week after that, I actually looked for him on the bus, if you can believe that. He had changed me. 

One morning, I opened the paper. He had been arrested for raping a guy who was about my size.

James went to prison. I looked him up, and wrote him. I sent him some pics, but they were confiscated. I plan on visiting him soon. 

I tried to date regular guys after this experience, but I wasn’t into that anymore. James changed me.