After that evening, things changed for me. Ideas that were once fantasies suddenly became tangible to me. The evening with Henry gave me a taste of what it could be like and I planned to try it out further.
A few days after that evening with Henry, I found myself in a similar situation with him again. I came home from college, kicked off my shoes, and heard the unmistakable sound of his laughter coming from the living room. He was lying on the couch, his phone in one hand as he idly scrolled through social media. As usual, he was shirtless, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and the trail of dark hair leading down to his jeans. I couldn't help but feel the now almost natural flush of desire creep up my spine as I watched him.
I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention, and he looked up, his eyes meeting mine over the top of his phone. There was a brief moment of awkwardness as we both took each other in, and then he smiled. "Hey, Dylan," he said, sitting up a little. "How's was college treating you today?"
I moved closer to the couch, taking a seat on the armrest beside him. "It was okay," I said with a shrug. "And you? What have you been up to?"
He glanced back down at his phone, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Oh, you know," he said, not quite looking at me. "Just lazing around, really. I didn't have a shift to work today."
I nodded, taking in the way he was avoiding my gaze. "Well, if you're bored, we could do something together," I suggested, feeling a thrill run through me at the thought. "I feel like taking a sunbathe in the backyard."
He glanced up at me, acting a little too nonchalantly. "Oh, no, no. I'm good. I'm just enjoying the air conditioning today. It's too hot for me to even think about being outside."
I raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" I asked, not believing him.
Something was definitely going on. I could feel it in the way he avoided my gaze, the way his muscles tensed in his jaw. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me," I said, as invitingly as I could manage.
I decidet to not pry any further and went upstairs to change into my swimming trunks. As I undressed, I wondered if maybe he was just nervous about spending time alone with me again. After all, there was something "big" between us last time. Maybe he was worried about his body's reaction to me? I chuckled at the thought. It was a bit of an ego boost, to think that someone as big as him would be nervous about getting aroused around me.
I opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the patio. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on my bare back. I spread my towel out on a lounger and lay down, closing my eyes and letting the warmth envelop me. I could hear the gentle rustle of leaves in the trees nearby and the distant hum of traffic from the road. After about ten minutes, I heard the door slide open again and soon he was standing next to me.
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking between my body and my face. Finally, he sat down on the lounger next to mine, "Is it sill okay if I join you?" he asked, an adorable note of uncertainty in his voice.
I smiled at him, not opening my eyes as I basked in the sunlight. "Of course," I said, my voice low and calm. "I mean, this is your house too, right?"
I felt him relax a little at my response. "So, what do you want to do? Do you want to just lay here and soak up some rays, or...?" I trailed off, letting the question hang in the air between us.
He swallowed hard, still not meeting my gaze. "I... I don't know what you mean. Do you want to take a swim?" he asked uncertainly.
I propped myself up on my elbow and opened my eyes, studying him closely. There was something different about him today. Something more tentative, more hesitant. I knew it had to be because of what had happened between us last time we were together, but I wasn't sure how to approach the subject without making him uncomfortable.
"I don't know," I said slowly. "I think I'd rather just relax here for now."
He nodded, seeming to relax a little at my answer. "Okay," he said. "Well, if you change your mind, just let me know."
I smiled at his response, was there a hint of curiousity in his voice? I couldn't quite tell. "Well, if you want to go for a swim, I'm more than happy to join you," I said, my tone light but teasing. "But if I'd rather just stay here, if that's fine with you too."
He nodded, still not looking at me directly. "Of course," he replied, now back in his usual self.
I smiled to myself, thinking how strange it was that he could be so confident, but as soon as the mood became more suggetive, he seemed to shrink away. It was endearing, in a way.
I mean, there was still that thing between us, and I couldn't help but feel a small thrill of anticipation whenever I thought about it.
So, as he laid out his towel and began to unscrew the cap on the bottle of sunscreen, I found myself wondering what would happen if I were to... well, I don't know, just kind of make a move or something. I mean, he had seemed so flustered when it happened before, and I was pretty sure it had turned him on.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye as he applied the sunscreen to his arms, his chest, and finally his abs. He was so focused on what he was doing that I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his head. Was it the fact that we were brothers that held him back? Or was it something else?
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my heartbeat as I decided to take the plunge. I sat upright and looked up at his massive body, my eyes tracing the lines of his muscles, the way the sunlight danced across his skin. He was so close...
"Do you want me to help you with your back?" I asked him, knowing he'd probably refuse but feeling like I needed to say something. He looked down and flashed me that stupid grin again.
"Thanks," he replied, his voice still steady but with an edge of nervousness I hadn't heard before. He shifted his weight ever so slightly, making his muscles tense beneath my fingers as I reached out to take the bottle from him. As he knelt down with his back to me, I couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight danced across the smooth skin of his shoulders, the definition in his spine, and the light sweat that had begun to form on his skin.
I unscrewed the cap and squeezed a healthy amount of sunscreen onto my palm. Then I reached out and began to massage it into his big shoulder blades, my fingers moving in small circles.
As I worked, my mind wandered. How could someone so big, so muscular and masculine, be so shy and insecure about himself? It seemed so contradictory. And yet, there was something about it that was strangely appealing.
The lack of intelligence doesn't make him any less desirable, in my eyes. In fact, it almost makes him more so. He's like a big, strong, muscular men without the complications that usually come with them.
And as I rub sunscreen into his broad shoulders, it occurs to me that there's something incredibly sexy about having him so completely at my disposal.
As I continued to rub the sunscreen into his back, I slowly moved my hands lower and lower, until my thumbs brushed against the waistband of his swim trunks. He sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles tensing beneath my touch.
"Relax," I murmured, my voice a low rumble against his skin. "I've got you." My hands moved lower still, tracing along the defined muscles of his back, feeling the warmth of his body beneath my fingertips as I neared his waistband. I paused, knowing better than to push him too far too soon and instead continued to massage his lower back.
He exhaled shakily, the sound vibrating against my palms. "Yeah, that's... that's good."
I smiled, feeling the heat of the sun on my own shoulders. "Well, you're all oiled up and protected now. You can go ahead and lie down, if you want."
He stood up and stretched his arms over his head, revealing the deep V of his swim trunks as his muscles flexed beneath the fabric. The sunlight glistened off his damp skin, highlighting the defined muscles of his chest and abs. "I trust your judgment," he replied with a wry smile. "Thanks for the help."
With one fluid movement, he lowered himself down onto the lounger next to me, his big frame filling it completely as he stretched out with an easy grace that belied his size. He was clearly to tall for the chair, and his feet hung over the edge, swaying gently back and forth as he lay there, enjoying the heat of the sun. I couldn't help but notice the way the light danced across the defined muscles of his chest and abs, the dark trail of hair leading downward toward his swim trunks. It was an undeniably attractive sight, not to mention the perfect excuse for me to take in the view a little longer.
I leaned back against the lounger, closing my eyes and letting the warmth of the sun wash over me. The gentle sway of the hammock beneath me made me feel pleasantly drowsy, and I could almost forget about everything else for a moment. Almost. There was something about having Henry here, so close and yet so out of reach, that made me feel...well, a little frustrated, to be honest.
I opened my eyes and glanced over at him. He lay there, his muscular arms folded behind his head, revealing a patch of light armpit hair. It was unlike the rest of his body, which was otherwise smooth and hairless. For some reason, this small detail seemed to fascinate me. I couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't shaven it. Was it a conscious choice? Or did he simply not care? Anyway, I found it quite alluring.
He shifted his position slightly, drawing my attention. He turned his head in my direction, giving me a lazy smile that made my groin tighten.
"Hey," I said, stretching my arm over the back of the lounger to poke him in the side. "You look like you're getting a little antsy. Want to do something else?"
He rolled his head to the side, the motion drawing my attention to the smooth expanse of skin above his collarbone. "It's getting a bit too hot for me," he said, stretching his long arms over his head. "I was thinking about taking a dip in the pool. You want to come with me?"
I considered his offer for a moment, enjoying the way the sunlight played across his chest. "I don't know," I replied. "I've been having fun just lying here."
"Oh, come on," he pleaded, already standing up. "It'll be fun. We can swim together, race each other..." His green eyes gazed up at me hopefully, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Please?"
I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile back. I was about to say yes, when something else came to mind. "Actually," I said, "I don't mind if I do. But I really don't feel like getting up."I paused, looking him over. Was he intelligent enaugh to catch on? He narrowed his eyes at me, obviously thinking about what I had said.
"Well, if you don't feel like moving," he said slowly, "then I suppose I could carry you." He continued with a stupid smirk on his lips, "I mean, I'm pretty strong, you know."
I rolled my eyes acting like I didn't believe him, but really I was hoping he'd take the bait. "Oh, come on," I teased, "you think you're strong enough to carry me?"
He smirked, his muscles tensing as he bent down to pick me up. "Don't worry," he said, his breath tickling my ear, "I've got you." He scooped me up easily, lifting me into his strong, capable arms. I felt the warmth of his body against mine, and as he carried me toward the pool, I knew this was my chance.
I slid my hands up his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath my fingers. Heat radiated off his skin, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palms. I traced a line along his collarbone, moving higher, until my fingers brushed against the soft flesh of his neck. I massaged gently, feeling him tense slightly beneath my touch.
"You are so strong," I said, praising him as I continued to feel him up. He held a small groan back, and I could feel his muscles tensing beneath my touch. I could tell he was enjoying it, but he didn't want to give away that he was feeling anything other than the adrenaline rush of carrying me. I slid my hands lower, down his collarbone and cupped my palms around his pecs. They felt impossibly firm, like two heavy, perfect globes in my hands.
"Bro, your pecs are like rocks!" I exclaimed, my hands squeezing them harder. I felt his muscles bunch beneath my touch, and I could see the strain in his jaw as he fought to keep a neutral expression. "You're like a statue," I teased, and slid my fingers across his chest, acting like I found it rather funny. But in reality, his chest aroused me just like the rest of his body.
"Wanna see something funny?" He asked, not waiting for me to answer as he bounced his pecs, lifting and lowering them in front of me. I couldn't help but let out a little laugh as I felt my cheeks heat up. "Oh, that's just what I thought you'd say." He winked at me.
He walkedo the edge of the pool, my feet dangling above the water, his muscles tensing as the cool water lapped against his ankles. "So, are you going to let me put you down, or what?" His voice was laced with amusement, but there was a hint of something more beneath the surface. I could tell he was enjoying this game we were playing, even tho he did not quite understand it yet.
I smiled up at him, "Allright," I said, "Yeah, put me down." As he lowered me into the cool water, my body adjusted slowly, the temperature change making me gasp.
"Oh come on, it's not that cold," he teased, grinning as he held me steady above the water. I could feel the tension in his arms and chest, the muscles bunching beneath my hands as I gripped his shoulders for balance.
"Well, it's not like you have as much muscle to keep me warm," I shot back, trying to match his teasing tone.
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and making me shiver. "Oh, you're right about that," he said, "Sorry..."
Henry clearly didn't understand my sense of humor, but I wasn't about to let that ruin our fun. I let go of his shoulders and pushed off inside the pool. "Its fine henry im just joking." I said, trying to make my voice sound lighthearted. "You should understand my jokes by now."
He smiled back at me, looking relieved. "Oh, right, I guess I should." He leaned over the edge of the pool, resting his forearms on his raised knees. "So, you really think I have too much muscle?"
I swam closer to him, treading water as I reached up to cup his chin. "No, not at all," I assured him, smiling. "I just meant that you're so... built." I slid my hands down his neck, feeling the corded muscles beneath his skin. "The people at the gym are always looking at you. I bet they'd all love to have a body like yours."
Henry chuckled, shaking his head. "They probably think I spend all my time at the gym," he said, his eyes meeting mine. "But really, I just enjoy it." He stretched himself once again, before adding. "It's my stress reliever."
"Well, I can tell it works," I said, nodding at his muscles. "You look incredible." I slid my hands up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.
Henry seemed to tense up as my fingers traced the outline of his abs, his breath quickening as I brushed against his nipple. He arched his back slightly, and I could feel his muscles tightening beneath my fingers. "Thanks..." he murmured, focused on trying to contain the growing desire in his pants.
I smiled, enjoying the effects of my work. I slid my hands down his thigh, brushing against the bulge in his swimsuit. He clearly enjoyed the way I touched him, the way his body responded to my touch. But he still wasn't quite comfortable with it. "Hey Dylan, I think the sun's starting to get to me," he said, his voice slightly strained. "I should probably get out."
"Allright, Henry," I said, knowing I could still try to seduce him even if he left the pool. I leaned backward, deciding to float for a while on the water.
The next moment he climbed out of the pool, revealing his muscular thighs as he bent over to grab a towel. His wet swim trunks clung to his body, outlining the impressive length and girth of his erection. Even from where I was, I could see the tent his arousal was creating in the fabric.
I couldn't help but stare, my mouth going dry as I watched him dry off. His muscles rippled with every movement, and I felt a wave of desire wash over me. I had him where I wanted him... All I needed was the right moment.
Henry finally turned around, a towel slung over his shoulder. "I think I'm gonna take a shower now," he announced, his voice still slightly strained.
I nodded, trying to keep my composure as I watched him walk away. He paused by the sliding glass doors leading to the inside, giving me a curious glance before continuing on his way. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness building within me.
I continued to swim laps, feeling the cool water against my skin, before eventually deciding to climb out of the pool. As I stepped onto the concrete, I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the muscles in my back and shoulders protesting from the exertion. I walked over to the lounger where I had left my towel and laid down, feeling the warmth of the sun once again envelop me.
It was then that a thought occurred to me... Henry and I were alone. I could easyly take off my trunks and act as if I wanted to tan evenly under the sun... Although I was actually just hoping that he would come out and see my ass exposed to him.
The idea was good and with a quick glance around, I untied the drawstring on my trunks, slowly sliding them down my legs and letting them puddle at my feet.
I felt the warm air caressing my bare skin and sliding over my perfectly smooth ass as I laid down on the lounger, make sure I position myself so that I would be visible to him as he steps outside.
I closes my eyes, feeling warmth of the sun and the slight breeze created a serene atmosphere and it didn't take long before I heard the sliding glass doors opening again. Henry was back much earlier than I thought he would. I could feel my heart racing and my breath hitching in my throat as I waited for him to say something. But when I heard his voice, it wasn't him. It was Zac.
"Oh shit," he said clearly suprised as he saw me lying there, my bare ass on display for him.
"Dylan, no one wants to see that. Get your ass inside and put some clothes on before I catch a disease from looking at your pale ass." He chuckled, his initial surprise replaced with amusement.
My initial shock was long gone when he started talking. I briefly considered putting my pants back on but decided against it. He would only make fun of me more.
"Oh, come on, Zac, just turn around and look at something else" I retorted, turning my head to look over my shoulder at him, while he continued to stare at my ass. "You act like you've never seen a naked person before." I smirked, feeling a little bit of satisfaction in the fact that I could tease him back.
Zac let out a humorless laugh. "Oh, I've seen my fair share, and you know that." He said. "I mean, you could at least put a warning sign up or something before you decide to bust out your peaches like that."
He walked over to the drying rack and began unloading his football equipment, carefully taking out his shoulder pads, helmet, and pads, before laying them out on the concrete. "Or," he continued, "you could do me a favor and help me air out my equipment. I mean, you already do the laundry and all, so why not add a little extra chore to your repertoire?" He smirked, clearly enjoying himself.
I sighed, rolling my eyes at his antics. "Go and get it done yourself then, Zac. I'm not here to be your personal assistant." I grumbled, laying back down. "And I don't need to put a sign up. Everyone should feel honored to see these glorious cheeks." I joked, lifting my ass off the lounger and wiggling it at him.
Zac finished what he was doing and walked back over to the house, his eyes still glued to my ass. "You wish!" He laughed, before disappearing inside.
I waited for a few moments, hoping that Henry would finally come out and see what was going on. But he didn't. Finally, I sat up and reached for my trunks, slipping them back on and tying the drawstring tightly.
Next time I definitely wouldn't risk it and let Henry go before I got him where I wanted him...
