Izumi is the only witness to the destruction of the village of Damhari. He’s still miles away when he feels the earthquake begin, standing on the crest of a grassy hill and looking towards the doomed hamlet. The ground begins to shake with a low, barely audible rumble. He staggers, bracing himself against a nearby tree trunk as its leaves shiver in anticipation.
He sees the arm lift first, elbow rising up from the ground beneath the buildings, muscles of the bicep flexing. Even just the upper half of the arm is longer than the entire length of the village. The elbow slowly looms above it like a mountain rising from the sea. The arm is followed by a hand which braces against the ground and pushes.
The entire hillside beneath the village of Damhari rises and shifts and slides away as an enormous figure begins to heave itself up from the earth. The silhouette clicks into Izumi’s mind with sudden clarity: the gently sloping hills on which Damhari was built are not hills at all, but the sensual curving contours of hip and waist, ribs and shoulder. The being sits up with the immense inevitability of a force of nature, earth and grass and trees sloughing from his skin like so many casually-discarded bedsheets. Bits of brick and masonry, thatched roofs and tile, barely visible at this distance, go tumbling downward along with the hillside itself, entirely unnoticed by the rising figure. Izumi is too far away to hear the screams he knows must accompany the destruction.
But he has little attention for such concerns regardless: he is transfixed. The figure that rises, sitting up at the waist and stretching pleasurably towards the sky as though stiff from a long sleep, is the most beautiful young man Izumi has ever seen.
His skin is a golden bronze, his hair black and flowing behind him like waves on a stormy sea. He is endless; immense. Izumi’s mouth is suddenly parched. He reaches for the youth as one might pretend to grasp the sun, running his fingers through the air along the delicate lines of neck and shoulders and the subtle dip of the lower back, caressing at a distance.
The enormous being stands, finally, and the clouds wreathe his shoulders, moistening the edges of his hair and leaving it sparkling iridescent with dew. The youth reaches up for his own neck, trailing fingers along it breathlessly, smearing the moisture along his skin. The gesture is overwhelmingly sensuous. Izumi cannot hear the youth from this far away, but imagines from his gently-parted lips that he is sighing in pleasure.
The being half-turns, and Izumi’s breath catches in his throat. The impressive member that dangles between the being’s legs is enormous even by standards of the young man’s own proportions. Even soft, it dangles temptingly to the young man’s knees. Izumi is overcome with want; it surges through him and suffuses every cell of him. He falls to his knees in the grass, reaching towards the divine sight with both hands. His hands cup the giant’s ample hips in the air, desperate to hold. But he is far too distant for any real contact.
He stumbles back to his feet and begins walking, transfixed. On, and on, and on he walks, towards the strange vision, and yet it barely seems to draw closer. Hours and hours he spends on pilgrimage towards it, as the being rises higher and higher on the horizon. He walks all day, until the night comes and darkness cloaks the figure, visible now only as an immense black pit against the otherwise starry sky.
All through the night Izumi walks, but when dawn arrives again he finds to his despair that sometime during the night the lovely figure has vanished. He continues on to where the village of Damhari used to be, but finds only churned earth and devastation, the barely-recognizable remains of civilization.
It is not, however, difficult to see which way the enormous youth went. Footprints the size of lakes wend off through the grassy plains. Izumi follows them like a man on a religious quest, drawn forth as though by some higher power. He is helpless but to move forward.
Day and night the images of the youth haunt him. He sleeps little, and what sleep he gets is tortured by immense, endless plains of golden-bronze skin, rolling across and filling the horizon like foothills. He dreams himself a giant, wrapping his arms around the supple shoulders, pressing himself skin-to-skin against the lithe, smooth back. His phantom lips feather across the nape of the neck, his hand reaching around to stroke the immense cock, weigh its heft, bring it to life for him. In the depths of his fantasies he hears the youth gasp in want, just for him.
On and on he walks, ceaseless, unsure if he will ever see the youth again but compelled to follow, to try. After several days he finds a single hair coiled beside the muddy edge of the latest footprint. Even this one strand is enormous, like a felled tree, over two feet in diameter. Izumi shudders, placing a hand against it. Even this small contact with a mere artifact of the being’s presence overwhelms him, and he falls to his knees, unable to continue until he has pleasured himself beside it. The sheer enormity of it consumes him; he pictures the vast, towering height of the being standing above him, the way he would eclipse the sun, leaving a halo behind that perfect, beautiful head. Izumi comes helplessly against the strand of hair, sobbing.
Days of Izumi’s journey become weeks, become months. Occasionally he will pass by civilization, will ask after the strange mirage, less and less certain whether he could have imagined the entire thing. Or perhaps he has strayed too far from the giant’s path; most of the people he meets have no idea what he is talking about. Nevertheless, he persists in his quest.
The dreams become more vivid, more varied. He imagines himself enormous once again, imagines the youth’s helpless moans as Izumi spears him from behind, slipping his cock gently but inexorably into the young man. He imagines impaling himself on the frightening girth of the youth’s own member, splitting himself nearly in half on the immense spike of it. He imagines his own cock just as large, larger, imagines subjugating the youth with it, pinning him beneath its immense weight until he is helpless before forcing it somehow inside him, filling him to the edges of his skin.
Izumi wakes each morning hard and sweating and continues his journey, relentless.
Grasslands give way to scrubland give way to desert stone, an endless brown and orange mirage. There are no footprints anymore; none that will sink into rock and none that will stay for long in sand. Izumi begins to despair. He is tortured by visions of his desire, constant now both sleeping and waking. The two states have become difficult to distinguish. He exists in a single continuous fevered dream. He stops only when he collapses from sheer exhaustion.
Izumi slips in and out of consciousness, nestled in the lee of a large bluff. Visions, disjointed and sexual, slip past his eyelids until finally, near dawn, he opens his eyes. For a moment he is disoriented, unsure where he is, until his vision focuses.
In the pre-dawn light, the silhouette of the rocky canyon walls nearby swims into view. A curve, a dip, a depression like the crease of legs coming together-
Izumi’s breath catches. It’s the giant youth. What he had taken in his exhaustion for an enormous golden rock formation is in fact the contours of the very being he has been searching for. The immense curving shape that had sheltered him overnight is in fact the looming outline of the youth’s gargantuan member. He is just above it, somewhere between crotch and navel, judging from the distant canyon of the line between the youth’s thighs. Izumi spins around, and sure enough he can see the face of the enormous being in the distance, peaceful and composed in sleep.
Izumi turns back to the dormant phallus. Even the member by itself must be over a thousand feet long, many times larger even than the immense redwood trees that Izumi has seen on his travels. He struggles towards the head of it, desperate to touch. As before, it seems to take far longer than it should for him to reach it: the cock grows and grows and grows as he approaches until it fills his field of vision long before he actually manages to come in contact.
But when he finally does, a blinding joy suffuses him. He presses himself wantonly against the smooth skin; it is just as warm and supple as it was in his imagination. He opens his mouth and licks it in a long swipe, desperate for the touch of flesh on his tongue. He can’t help but moan as the faint taste of salt and heady aroma of sweat overwhelms him.
Shedding his clothes as quickly as he can, Izumi proceeds to rub every inch of himself against the skin of the monstrous cock lying before him. It’s intoxicating, but not enough, not enough, not enough. Izumi cries out in desperation, wanting more.
He walks along the length of the penis, trailing his hand against the skin, occasionally looking up to see the way it looms over him, arcing far above his head. Finally, he comes to the very tip and to the gaping hole into the interior of the being’s body.
The hole at the tip of the cock is easily wide enough for Izumi to enter. It’s not even a close thing; three men could ride horses abreast into an opening of such size. Izumi swallows in desperate excitement and slips his way inside, feeling like a thief entering a sacred tomb.
The internal walls of the giant’s cock are soft and warm, the entire cavernous expanse vaguely humid. Izumi’s nostrils are immediately suffused with the scent of cum, driving him wild. The skin on the interior is not nearly as smooth as the outside. Izumi presses himself against it and feels it give. Once again he can’t help himself but rub up against it, covering himself in the scent, pressing his open mouth against the walls in a desperate desire to taste. He is achingly hard.
A tremble. A tremor. Izumi wobbles and loses his footing, collapsing to the floor of the warm cavern. His world begins to sway alarmingly. He scrambles for purchase, grabbing the warm flesh beneath him just as his entire world tilts sideways.
A sound rumbles through the body around him, deep enough to resonate in his bones. A moan. Izumi hears it and knows it to be the voice of the giant youth. Does he feel Izumi inside him? It must be impossible; Izumi is smaller than an insect to him, barely more notable than a speck of dust. And yet Izumi feels himself growing even harder at the mere thought.
He clings feverishly to the walls of the cavern. It is for stability as much as pleasure; he no longer has a horizontal surface to stand on. If he lets go now, he will slide and fall down and down further into the giant’s body. But Izumi is barely thinking of such things. Instead his mind is wild with thoughts of pleasuring his giant lover. He groans, wanton, and once again begins to lick the interior walls of the giant’s cock. The entire cavern around him shudders.
Izumi bucks his hips against the flesh beneath him, rubbing his own hard member desperately against the intoxicating softness. “Please,” he murmurs helplessly. “Oh please, oh please.” Even he does not know what he is asking for. His balls are desperately tight.
The ominous rumble starts beneath him. Izumi looks down, his eyes widening. He sees the tide of cum rising towards him long before it reaches him, but there is nothing he can do. It sweeps towards him with the ferocity of a hurricane, engulfing him, overwhelming him, stripping him easily from the wall and hurling him forward, upward, outward.
As Izumi is forcefully ejected from the being’s cock by the force of his orgasm, he is gifted with one glorious, divine image at the height of his sparkling arc. Fully hard, the giant’s cock rises nearly to the being’s chin. At this height and distance, he is perfectly in Izumi’s view.
The immense youth, kneeling, both hands wrapped around his own cock and pumping. His face turned upwards, suffused with ecstasy, lips parted in a gasp. Izumi is flung high above him, granted the glory of one last, perfect look at this strange celestial being in the throes of pleasure.
A fall from this height will inevitably kill him, no matter where he lands. Izumi cannot bring himself to care. For just a moment, he imagines that the strange being meets his gaze. He will die for the ecstasy of his lover, and he would have it no other way.