My dad and the Tommys dad have been friends since they were kids in Italy. They moved to America and got married when they were really young, but since they had moved to opposite coasts they rarely saw each other. In fact, they hadnt been together other since Id been born, though they stayed in touch constantly on the phone. One summer they decided to take a trip back to Italy together with my mom and Tommys mom to reconnect, and to show their wives where they grew up. Since I was 19, I was going to get to stay at home. Tommys dad was letting him stay in the States, too, but our fathers thought it would be fun if he stayed with me while they were gone with our moms in Italy. Tommys little brother was only 6 (he was sort of an accident, I think), so he had to go on the trip with them. Tommy was 18, so our dads figured it would be fun for us to meet and hang out while they were all away. I first met Tommy and his family when they came to drop him off at my place before their trip. I spent a lot of time in that first encounter thinking about how funny genetics could be. Our fathers were very similar looking; short, dark Italian natives, barely 55 each, chattering away to each other in their native tongue as they embraced after 19 long years. I look a lot like my dad, only Im even shorter at 53, and potentially even scrawnier. I went to the gym like an addict, but instead of putting on muscle I just got really, really toned. I had my dads dark complexion and slight Italian frame, but I had definitely inherited one thing from my Irish mother I was often reminded how un-Italian my dick was. Tommy was a stark contrast. Even at 18, he towered over his dad, and everyone there, standing about 66 or 67. His mom was a blonde woman, with something distinctly Nordic in her features that Tommy had definitely inherited. It looked like he went to the gym even more than I did, only his body had rewarded him with huge arms, wide shoulders, and an over-all impressive physique. It was hard not to notice the difference while he was standing there in his tank top, shouldering a backpack and lifting his heavy duffle bag out of his dads trunk. My dad brought me over to introduce me to his old friend, and then to Tommy, who would be my roommate for the next month. Tommy reached down to shake my hand, and we both chuckled a little bit as we saw how my hand was engulfed by his. He laughed and clapped my shoulder, and then moved past me to throw his stuff in the house. I felt absolutely tiny as he walked by me and I saw that my head was one the same plane as his bicep. I felt even tinier when Tommys 6-year-old brother came out of the car to be introduced to everyone; I was barely 6 inches taller than the kid. After a lot of introductions, laughter, and catching up, our families finally left, and Tommy and I were alone in my house. I realized that I had to play host, so I started to give him a tour of the house. So, over here is the kitchen, next door is the living room, and the spare bedrooms over there. Here, let me grab your backpack and we can throw your stuff in there. Thanks, man! Tommy said, as he hefted the bag off his shoulder. He tossed it down to me, and I thought I saw him smirk a little as I struggled to catch it. He had made it seem so light! So, this is where youll be staying, I said, as we entered the guest bedroom. I dropped his backpack on the floor, and he put his duffle next to it. Sweet! Oh man, I am so friggin tired! he said, laughing, as he fell onto the bed. As his head hit the pillow, I noticed that his shins were hanging off the bed. He looked back at his feet and noticed the same thing. Hey dude, um, I havent slept on a twin since I was like 10. Kinda outgrew then around then. Do you think your parents would mind if I stayed in their bed while Im here? I could go like, diagonal or something. I didnt know what to say, but as I stood there deliberating he sat up on the bed, looked me straight in the eye, and ruffled my hair with his big, meaty hand as he said Cool! Thanks man! and bounded down the hall to my parents room. He was about three steps ahead of me the whole way there. On the way I said Um, hey, heres the bathroom. Theres only one in the house, sorry. But its usually not a problem. Thats cool man. Im used to showering in kinda tight quarters with football and everything, know what I mean? I had no idea what he meant, but I just nodded and followed him to my parents room down the hall. This is way better man. Thanks! He laid down face first on my parents bed, corner to corner. He rolled over on his back and said, Dude, I am beat from our trip out here. Mind if I grab a nap and catch up with you later? As he was saying this, he was prying his huge feet out of his sneakers with his big toes. He caught me watching and laughed. Yeah, these things are a little ridiculous. As soon as I moved up to size 16 my shoes got kinda expensive, so hang on to them for a while. Sorry that these ones are a little nasty looking. Ill catch you later man can you grab the light? I left my parents room and shut the door, and then went into my own room to lay down. I wasnt sure why, but I couldnt quit thinking of Tommy sitting in bed and being the same height as me standing up, as he patted me on the head like I was his kid brother. It had been intimidating, and it kinda upset me a little bit. That was my last thought as I drifted into my own nap. I was startled awake by Tommys massive hand on my shoulder. As I came around, I noticed that he was basically naked, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Hey man, he said, Sorry to bug you, but Ive kinda got a problem. My mom packed my little brothers underwear in my duffle. I bet they took all of mine with them to Italy. He held up a pair of Spiderman underoos to illustrate his point. These arent going to cut if, if you know what I mean, he said with a smirk. Do you mind if I borrow some of yours until I can buy some more? Uh, no man, thats fine. Theyre in that top drawer. Tommy nodded his thanks, opened the drawer (I couldnt help but noticing that it was at his stomach level, while I always remembered it being about chest-high on me), and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. He looked at them skeptically, then said, Ok man, Im gonna give these a shot. Thanks! About two minutes later he came in, wearing swim trunks. These, um, definitely didnt cut it, he said ruefully as he tossed my briefs back at me where I was still half wrapped up in my sheets. But I decided to just put my trunks on, cuz you guys have a pool, right? I decided it was time to resume being a good host. Yup! Definitely. Hey, give me a sec to put on my bathing suit and Ill meet you out there! Ten minutes later I joined him outside on the patio next to the pool. He looked absolutely huge, somehow even more muscular now that most of him was greased up with the sunscreen. His abs looked more defined, his calves looked bigger with their light layer of hair barely noticeable, his biceps bulged as he reached across his chest to get sunscreen on his opposite shoulder, his smooth chest Hey man, can you give me a hand? Tommy asked, breaking me out of my reverie. I hadnt noticed how bad Id been staring at him until he spoke, and then I was so embarrassed that I just sputtered, Um, uh, yeah, sure man, whats up? Can you get my back? I wish I got the Italian side on this one, but I burn up kinda bad. You must not need it, but I definitely got to make sure Im covered. Yeah man, sure thing. I walked up to him and held my hand out for the bottle. Instead, he just looked down at me and squirted a stream into my hand. Then he turned around and waited. After a sec I reached up and started smearing the sunblock on his back, which I finally realized was about twice as wide as I was. I had to reach up pretty high to get up to his shoulders, and by that point I was out of sunscreen. Hey man, I need a little more. He twisted his torso, put a little more in my hand, and then resumed his position as I finished covering his enormous back. Thanks bro! For a while we just laid on the patio, talking about nothing really, and then the conversation died down and we just soaked in some sun. All of a sudden, Tommy stood up and ran over to me. He put his hands around my waist, almost encircling me entirely, and jerked me up. Before I knew it I was laying over his shoulder. He walked slowly over to the pool, and before I could even comprehend that he had picked me up he was tossing me into the deep end. I came up, sputtering and wiping the water out of my eyes, to see him laughing and pointing at me. Then he took a few steps back and ran into the pool, ultimately tucking in for a cannon-ball. It was such a playful thing to do that I forgot to get angry about being manhandled. As soon as he got into the water we started roughhousing and splashing each other. We slowly worked our way over to the shallower side of the pool, so that Tommy was able to stand up. Every time I tried to swim past him he shoved me back over towards the deep end, chuckling. My feet hadnt touched the bottom in about 7 minutes, and I was getting kinda tired. Dude, cut it out! I protested, but Tommy just thought I was kidding. The next time he pushed me back I honestly thought I was going to drown. I grabbed on to his arm and then pulled myself onto his body to stay above water. Before I knew it I had worked my way over behind him, and was holding him around the neck to keep my head above water. Tommy calmed down, realizing that I was exhausted. Sorry big guy, I forgot you couldnt touch the bottom out here. He submerged himself, took both my ankles in his hands, and then came back up so that I was sitting on his shoulders. I was still exhausted and gasping for breath, so I held onto his head with both hands and just rested there. After a bit Tommy walked over to the stairs on the shallow side of the pool with me riding on his shoulders. When we were back on the patio he reached up and got me under my armpits, used me for a military press, and then set me down on my feet. Sorry bro, I didnt mean to scare you like that, he murmured as he ruffled my hair again with his giant hand. Then I caught his eye glancing down at my bathing suit. I had one of those nylon suits that clings to you when you come out of the water, and it was stuck all around my junk, which was even smaller than usual due to the fear and the chill of the air. I looked up to see his face go from shock, to curiosity, to amusement. I couldnt help making a reciprocal glance at his crotch, which was around the height of my nipples, but his canvas trunks were pretty unrevealing. I did the sense, though, that the bulge in there was proportional to the giant it belonged to. I had a momentary realization that he was younger than me, and felt even more humiliated. Tommy broke the tension. Hey bro, its getting late. Want to call it a night? I nodded, and the two of us dried off and headed inside.