"Henry really needs to ventilate his room more often. Even the ventilation can no longer keep up with the smells" began my father, as we walked down the stairs.
I blushed, knowing what the 'smell' really was. My heart hammered in my chest, but I managed to keep my expression neutral. The scent was faint, but my father's nose was like a bloodhound's when it came to sniffing out things that were 'off' about his sons.
"Yeah, it does smell a bit stuffy up here," I reply, trying to play it cool as we descend the stairs.
Dad nods, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before shifting away. "Let's go outside and start on the summerhouse," he says, slapping me on the back. "We'll get a head start before Henry is done with his breakfast."
As we step into the crisp morning air, the scent of freshly-cut grass greets us. Our neigbors are already out and about, mowing their lawns and tending to their gardens. Dad leads the way to where the summerhouse stands.
The summerhouse is an old, wooden structure, its paint peeling and weathered from years of exposure to the elements. It stands in a quiet corner of the garden. It was seperated from the pool and terrace on the right side of the yard by a wide, well-maintained lawn.
As we approach, I can see my father's broad back and the muscles straining under his tight shirt. He wore an older pair of shorts that hung low on his hips, revealing his toned legs. I swallow hard, feeling a familiar ache in my groin. I may have relieved Henry's pressure, but my own was in full swing...
Dad glances over at me and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, kiddo. You ready to help?" he asks, his voice deep and reassuring. I nod, smiling back. "Great. Let's get started."
We approach the summerhouse, the old wood creaking beneath our feet. Dad reaches up to grab a ladder leaning against the side of the building, and sets it against the roof. He told me that when I checked it last week, he found a few spots where the shingles were missing or loose. And he wanted to see if we can get the windows weatherstripping fixed too, so that the moisture stays out and we can use it again.
As he begins to climb up, I hold the ladder steady, my muscles straining a bit from the weight of my father's frame. He moves gracefully, despite his size, and within seconds he's atop the summerhouse. He kneels down and starts examining the shingles, running his hand along the surface, searching for the marks of his earlier inspection.
The sun was high in the sky, its warmth bathing the garden. It was the perfect weather for taking a swim, not for taking care of the summerhouse tho.
Dad was perched atop the old structure, his broad shoulders hunched as he examined the shingles. I was standing at the lawn, feeling already a bead of sweat trickling down my back. The sun was unrelenting, its rays bearing down on us like an unyielding judge. Even the grass beneath our feet seemed to wilt under the oppressive heat. It wouldnt take my dad long to take off his shirt, I knew that. He always preferred working shirtless, and with the temperature like this, who could blame him?
I glanced at him from beneath my cap, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up my neck. My eyes traveled up and down his broad back, waiting for the moment he took off his shirt.
"Hey Dylan." My father's voice startled me from my thoughts. "Can you hand me that toolbox over there?" He nodded his head slightly in the direction of the toolbox that was sitting on the ground beside the summerhouse. I blushed again as I realized I had been staring at him. Quickly, I grabbed the toolbox and hurried over to hand it up to him.
He accepted it with a smile, his fingers brushing against mine as he took it from me. "Thanks, kiddo." His voice was deep and reassuring as always.
I watched as he set the toolbox down next to him, and then slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned his work shirt, revealing the broad expanse of his chest. Even in the heat, his skin was warm and inviting. He pulled the shirt off over his head, revealing his muscular arms and shoulders, and looked down at me expectantly. With a small nod, he tossed the shirt down at me, and I catched it deftly, feeling a flush of heat rise to my cheeks as I smelled the masculine scent of his sweat.
"Put it aside, will ya?" he said with a wink, climbing back to his feet. "I'll take care of the rest. I might need a while, so why don't you head back inside and look what takes Henry so long this time?" He gestured toward the house as he spoke, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave his side, but also curious about what could be keeping my brother so occupied. With a deep breath, I nodded "Allright, just call me if you need to get down again." I turned and walked back toward the house, feeling the cool air inside contrast with the scorching heat outside. As I entered the house, I saw Henry at the kitchen table, still eating as if there was no tomorrow.
"Hey, what's up with you?" I asked him, sitting down on one of the stools beside him.
Henry looked up at me, his cheeks still stuffed with food, and shrugged. "Oh, you know, just catching up on some calories before I have to help out." He grinned, revealing a mouthful of food.
I snorted, shaking my head. "You really are something else, Henry." I leaned back on the stool, watching him eat.
He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "What can I say? I have my priorities straight. And being woken up by your blowjob this morning only increased my hunger." He grinned, his expression boyishly charming.
I looked around, making sure no one could have heard it, and smiled at Henry. "Well, I only came upstairs to wake you up because you were sleeping like a rock, and I just thought it would be fun to...you know." I trailed off with a grin, feeling a bit giddy at the memory of what had just happened.
He winked at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, you know what they say, no pain, no gain." He reached for another piece of fruit from the bowl between us, peeling it with expert precision. "Besides, you did a great job waking me up. I'm feeling pretty energized now. Thanks for that."
"Henry!" I said sternly, reffering to him still eating. "Get out now." I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to push him away from the table.
"Allright, allright," Henry said with a laugh, finally setting aside the last piece of fruit.
He stretched his arms above his head, cracking his knuckles as he stood up from the chair. "I guess it's time for me to help out." He glanced at me, a playful glint in his eye before walking toward the door. "Thanks for the breakfast by the way. It was delicious."
I smiled, and began to clear the table before following my brother out the door.
Meanwhile my father had come down from the roof and was already working on the windows. Henry was already standing next to him, his shirt was already on the floor a little further ahead, as usual he didn't waste any time taking off his clothes.
I looked at the two muscle hunks for a moment before walking towards them, trying not to stare to long at the sweat that was already starting to gather on my dads abs, or the comparably smooth body from Henry, who stood beside him.
As I walked over to them, my father glanced up at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ah, good timing," he said. "I just told your brother that I could use some water." He paused for a moment, his gaze flickering over to Henry. "Although I suppose a beer wouldn't hurt either."
"Allright," I said with a nod. Turning around, I walked back to the kitchen, retrieving a pitcher of water and two beers from the fridge. As I walked back to them, I wondered if I should ask them if I could help them with the repairs, but it seemed clear for all of us that I wouldn't be much of a help.
My father was already kneeling down on the ground, using a rag to wipe the sweat from his forehead, when I returned. "Here you go," I said, handing them the water and beer.
He smiled up at me, taking the water and passing the beer to Henry. "Thanks, kiddo. You're a real lifesaver." His voice was warm and genuine, and it made me feel good about myself.
I watched them getting back to work, the sun beating down on their backs as they focused on the window. It wasn't hard to see why they had always gotten along so well; despite their differences in age and intelligence, they shared many similarities as well.
They were both strong, both dedicated, and both had this certain charisma about them that made them irresistible to me. My father, with his authoritative air and commanding presence, and my brother, with his boyish charm and infectious energy.
I watched them for a while longer, admiring the way they worked together, their muscles glistening with sweat as they strained against the weight of the window. It was a beautiful sight, and it filled me with a sense of pride and affection, but of course, there was another part of me that couldn't help but be aroused by it all.
I shook my head, not the right time for that. It seems clear to me that they didn't intend to ask for my help with this project. They had their own way of working together, and I wouldn't be much of a help anyway. So, I decided to give them some space and return to the house.
I didn't do much for the next few hours and was just heading back to the kitchen in search of a snack when I heard the glass door open. My father and Henry had finally finished the repairs. They walked in, sweaty and covered in dirt, but there was an air of satisfaction about them that I couldn't help but envy. My father spotted me in the kitchen and smiled. "We're done," he announced. "I definetly need to take a shower first, but how about we all order some pizza and relax for a while?"
The idea of spending time with both of them, just the three of us, sounds good to me so I announced that I'll go ahead and order the pizzas while they can clean up.
Dad disappeared upstairs, and I turned back to Henry. He was still standing in the living room, his gaze fixed on me. When he noticed that I catched him staring, he quickly averted his eyes. I had the feeling that he wanted to say something, but he hesitated.
"So, uh, what topping do you want on your pizza?" I asked, trying to make the situation more comfortable. "I was thinking of getting pepperoni, but I could get some extra toppings if you want."
He didnt hesitated for a moment and answered. "Pepperoni is fine. But you know I need an extra-large with double toppings to feel full." I smiled and nodded. "Alright, double toppings it is."
As I turned around to grab my phone of the kitchen counter, he cleared his throat. "Listen, um...," he hesitated again, and I could feel him steeling himself for whatever it was he wanted to say. "I mean, the workout went great and everything, but..."
He trailed off, looking almost sheepish. I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "But what?" I prompted. "Spit it out Henry."
He took a deep breath and met my gaze. "It's just that... I mean, when you said that before, about sucking me off... I kind of feel the need to let off some steam now. I know you already gave me a blowjob this morning but my cock somehow wants more..." He hesitated, looking at me hopefully. "Would you...? I mean, if it's okay with you...?"
I bit my lower lip, trying to hide my arousal. The way he said it, the desperation in his voice, it turned me on even more. "Henry," I said softly, walking over to him, "You know I'm willing to do anything for you. You don't have to be shy about it."
"Dad's upstairs taking a shower and Zac isn't home, so I guess we have the place to ourselves for a while," I said, taking a step closer to him. His scent filled my nostrils, a mix of sweat and musk that made my dick twitch. "You know you can always have me whenever you need it, right?"
I knelt down in front of him, looking up at him as I reached out and undid his belt, slowly sliding it out of the loop. His cock, already semi-hard from, bobbed slightly under his working shorts. I looked up at him, our gazes locked as I pulled his shorts down, revealing his erection in all its glory. He was thick and long, the head already glistening with precum.
"Henry," I whispered, taking his cock in my hand. The warmth of his skin and the softness of his flesh beneath my fingers made me shiver. I leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against the head of his cock. "You have such a beautiful dick."
He let out a shuddering breath, his eyes closing briefly as I traced a line down the length of him, over the velvety skin of his shaft. I licked my lips, tasting the precum that had already gathered there. "You're so fucking sexy," I whispered, wrapping my hand around him and squeezing gently.
As I continued to stroke him, I leaned forward, pressing a series of soft kisses along his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin against my lips. "I can't believe you go commando," I teased, looking up at him.
He let out a chuckle, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "I like the way it feels, you know? It's kind of liberating, not having anything between my cock and shorts." He reached down, tangling his fingers in my hair, pulling my head closer to his groin. "Go on," he breathed, reffering to my hand on his dick. "You can do anything you want with it."
I moaned, the feeling of his grip on my hair sending a thrill through me. I took my other hand and wrapped it around his shaft, stroking him in time with my thumb, watching as he started to breathe harder. His cock twitched in my grasp, leaking even more precum, and I couldn't help but lean forward, catching it on my tongue. The taste of him filled my mouth, making my own cock throb in my shorts.
I looked up at him, our eyes locked, and I felt a wave of heat wash over me as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. He let out a low groan, his hips beginning to move slightly, pushing against my face. I took that as my cue to deepen the kiss, opening my mouth wider as I took more of him inside. His hands gripped my hair tighter, holding me in place as he rocked his hips against my face.
"Sorry, I'm sorry," he murmured between gasping breaths, his voice hoarse from the effort of holding back, just like the last time.
I took his cock out of my mouth, watching as it bobbed in the air between us. His eyes were closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to control himself. The sight of him, so powerful and vulnerable at the same time, made me shiver with desire. I reached up, holding his sides for a moment, thinking about my next move.
"Don't apologize," I breathed, running my tongue along the length of his cock, gathering up his precum. "I love how much you like this."
He groaned, "Fuck, Dylan. I wish you could..." His voice trailed off as he looked down at my lips, and then back up to my eyes. He swallowed hard, a muscle tensing in his jaw. "I wish you could take it all."
I nodded slowly, reaching up to cup his face in both hands. "You know, I'd be more than willing to learn." I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his cock as I asked. "But it seems like you know you have a very big cock... Has anyone ever been able to take your entire length?"
He let out a shuddering breath, his eyes closed tightly as he fought for control. "No, Dylan. No one." His voice was hoarse, his hips beginning to move. "They... they say I'm too big. They're scared of it. But Zac once told me that it must feel incredible..."
Of course Zac had tortured a woman with his cock before, that was clear... but something about the way henry just said it, so needy and desperate, made me want to give him what he was asking for.
I moved back, letting my hand trail down his chest, over his stomach, and lower, until I was cupping his balls. "You know, we can train for that," I whispered, giving them a squeeze. "I can learn to take all of you, so you can let go and just enjoy it."
He groaned, the sound vibrating through me. "God, yes... I'd like that." He let go of my head and reached down, gripping my wrist and pulling my hand back down. His cock jerked in response to the contact, leaking more of his precum onto my palm. "But right now..." He closed his eyes, his voice a raw whisper, "I just want you to suck it. I need you to suck it."
I smiled around his cock, moving to grip it with both hands, feeling the warmth and weight of him in my grasp. "All right, big guy. I'm on it." I leaned forward, taking him back into my mouth, feeling him stretch my lips as I began to bob my head up and down his length.
He let out a groan, holding my head in his hands and enjoyed the sensation of my lips moving up and down his cock. I could feel his hips begin to move faster, his thrusts deeper, and I could tell that he was close. His breathing grew ragged, his hands tightening in my hair, and I knew that I had to be careful not to gag as he grew closer to release.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pleasure, he let out a hoarse cry and came, thrusting his hips forward as he shot rope after rope of hot cum inside my mouth. I could feel it pooling in the back of my mouth and dripping down my chin, but I didn't move, didn't stop, until I felt his cock begin to soften in my mouth. Only then did I pull back, lick my lips and gaze up at him.
He was panting hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes still closed. After a moment, he opened them and looked down at me, a look of complete contentment on his face. "Thank you," he said, just like he had done the last few times.
I smiled up at him. "You're welcome, Henry." I reached up, wiping some of the cum from my chin and then sucked it clean. "You taste amazing."
He chuckled softly, his eyes still locked on mine. "Cool." Then he reached down, grasping my shoulders and pulling me up like I weighed nothing. "You still have to order the pizza," he said, guiding me to stand beside him. "And I need to take a shower."
I nodded, feeling a little lightheaded from the sudden movement. "Okay, yeah, pizza first. You go ahead and take your shower, I'll order."
He leaned in and hugged for a moment before pulling back. "Thank you for being so understanding," he said, while pulling up his shorts. "I know I can be... intense sometimes, and it's not always easy for people to handle." He looked away briefly, as if considering something. "It means a lot that you're able to take it all in stride, and I just want you to know that I appreciate it."
I smiled, feeling warmth spread through my chest. "It's no problem, Henry. I mean, I signed up for this, right?" I chuckled, showinh him I really didn't mind. "And honestly, it's not that bad. I like being with you, and I like... helping you out." I shrugged, not really knowing how else to put it.
He turned back to look at me. "You really do? You don't think it's weird or anything?"
I shook my head. "No, not really. I mean, it's kind of hot. In a strange way." I smiled shyly, my cheeks flushing.
Henry seemed surprised by my response. "Really? You think it's hot?" He said, taking the first step of the stairs "I mean... I'm glad, I guess." He turned around, giving me one last smile before disappearing.
I leaned against the kitchen counter and dialed the pizza service numberand ordered two normal and one extra large pepperoni pizzas.
"Alright, that should be here in about thirty minutes," the woman on the other end of the line said. "Have a good night."
I hung up the phone and glanced over at the stairs, listening intently as they creaked. A second later my father appeared at the bottom, shirtless and in his running shorts, a towel slung around his neck. He gave me a quick smile as he passed by, not even seeming to notice the way my gaze lingered on his defined abs and the trail of hair leading from his navel down to his shorts.
He paused for a moment, perhaps sensing my stare, and glanced back over his shoulder at me. "How long till the pizza gets here?" He asked, his tone casual.
"Another thirty minutes or so," I replied, watching as he disappeared into the living room.
I busied myself with setting up the beer and water on the coffee table, glancing over at my father as he watched me from the couch. There was something strange about being watched like this. I didn't mind it, really. In fact, my only complaint was that I wished I knew what he was thinking.
He glanced up at me, his expression unreadable.
"Do you want me to bring that up for you?" I asked, nodding at the TV.
My father grinned, nodding in appreciation. "That'd be great, thanks." He took a sip of his beer and set the bottle down on the coffee table, carefully. There was something almost delicate about the way he moved, despite his built. It made me wonder what had put him in such a good mood tonight.
I glanced back over at the stairs, half-expecting Henry to appear again, but the hallway remained empty. My father must have sensed my curiosity, because he cleared his throat and spoke up. "Henry probably needs some more time, I only saw him go into the bathroom when I came out of mine."
"Oh," I said, knowing full well that I should be more discreet about my curiosity. I didn't need dad to find out about my attraction to my older brother. He was more than fine with me being gay, but incest might be a bit much for him, especially since he still had those strict army rules in his head, from his time back in the service...
It would definetly embarrass me, that was for sure.So I covered it up and picked up the remote to give to my dad, who was still sitting on the couch with his towel around his neck, waiting for me to hand it over. As soon as I placed the remote in his palm, he turned to face the TV and began searching for something to watch. He flipped through a few channels before finally settling on an old football game, which began to play on the screen. The room was filled with the familiar sounds of cheering crowds and commentators which I almost always heard when I sat with them.
I took a seat on the couch beside him, careful not to invade his personal space, and watched the game unfold. My dad seemed to be in a good mood, chuckling at some of the plays and even offering me a piece of his nacho chip every now and then. It was strange, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness to him that I hadn't experienced in a while.
As the game went on, I found myself glancing over at my father more and more often. There was something about the way he watched the game, the way he cheered when his favorite team made a good play, that made me feel...odd. Like I was seeing him in a new light, or maybe through a different lens. It was almost as if I was looking at him the way I did back when I was a teenager, and muscles had just started to become an interesting prospect.
I remembered back to when I was a teenager, just beginning to notice muscles and how they could transform a boy into a man. I remembered how my father had been the epitome of that transformation for me. His broad shoulders, defined arms, and strong legs had been the standard by which I'd judged all other boys in my class.
At that time, I would have never thought that my father would be the one to inspire my own sexual awakening. But as I sat there beside him on the couch, watching his broad shoulders move with each laugh or gesture, I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to it. Maybe it was the way his muscles flexed beneath his towel, or the way his skin glistened with sweat that made me feel this strange new stirring in my stomach. It was as if my body was betraying me, responding to something it shouldn't.
That's probably why I lust after Henry so much, I thought to myself as I continued to watch the game. It wasn't just that he was older and more mature, it was the way he carried himself. The way he moved, the way he smiled. Even his voice was different. It was deeper now, more commanding. His personallity might not have been anything like my father's. He wasn't strong or confident or commanding. He always seemed so gentle, so soft.
Whenever they see him, people think that Henry is an alpha, no surprise given his looks, but if you knew him like I did, you knew he would do anything you asked him to do.
"Dylan? You still with me, kid?" my father asked, nudging me gently with his elbow. I looked up from where I'd been lost in thought and forced a smile. "Yeah." I replied, "Just thinking about something." He smiled back, his gaze lingering on me for a moment.
"And? Don't you want to open the door and get the pizza?" my father asked with a knowing smile. Clearly aware that his voice had pulled me from my thoughts.
"Oh, didn't hear the doorbell." I murmured, looking up at my father with a sheepish grin. He chuckled and ruffled my hair affectionately, just as he used to when I was younger. "Go on, then. Get the pizza and let's not keep them waiting."
As I stood up from the couch, my gaze drifted back to my father. There was something about him today that was different. More handsome, more...alive. It was as if he'd shed some invisible weight that had been weighing him down for years. I couldn't help but wonder what had brought about this change.
I left the living room and made my way to the front door, my heart still racing from the brief moment of panic earlier. When I reached the door, I took a deep breath and slowly opened it. A burst of cool air rushed in, carrying with it the familiar scent of pizza. Standing on the front porch was the delivery man, his face slighty flushed from the cold. He handed me the box, his eyes darting between my face and the pizza in his hands.
"Sorry for the wait." I said, taking the pizza box from the delivery man. His eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, making my cheeks heat up.
He grinned, his eyes twinkling as they flicked up and down my body. "Well, usually I get annoyed when people let me wait out here in the cold, but your pretty face is definitely enough to make up for it." His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a blush creep up my neck. I wasn't used to a man looking at me like that, let alone commenting on my appearance.
I took a step back, feeling slightly uncomfortable beneath his intense gaze. "Thanks," I managed to say, trying to sound nonchalant. "Here you go." I handed him the money and took the pizza box from him, taking in his appearance as he had done with mine before. Despite being dressed in the standard delivery uniform, I couldn't help but notice how his bizeps bunched and flexed beneath his shirt as he reached out for the money. There was no denying that he had a fit body.
He grinned at me again, his eyes sparkling. "Thanks, sweetheart. You have a good night." And with that, he turned and walked off down the sidewalk, disappearing into his car.
As I closed the door and made my way back into the living room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief wash over me. It was as if the universe had decided to play a cruel joke on me. One hot man on the doorstep was already more than I could handle, but two in one day? It was almost too much to comprehend.
I placed the pizza box on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch, still reeling from the encounter with the delivery man. I couldn't help but wonder what my father must be thinking about all of this. He had been watching me with a strange mix of amusement and curiosity.
"Well, that was certainly an interesting experience," he said with a chuckle. "As a dad, I don't appreciate my son being ogled like that." His voice trailed off, and he gave me a sideways glance.
I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Dad. It's not like I asked for it."
He chuckled again and leaned back in his chair, his eyes moving between me and the television screen. "Well, you know what they say... 'When it rains, it pours.' "
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, Dad. I've heard that one." I took a bite of my pizza, grateful for the distraction. The cheese was gooey and the sauce was tangy, just the way I liked it. As I chewed, I thought about the delivery man. He had been flirting with me, definetly, and it had made for an interesting evening.
My father, sensing my train of thought, chuckled. "You really seem to have that effect on men, you know that?" He winked at me. "It's a shame we can't all be as lucky as the delivery guy."
I felt a blush creep up my neck again. It was true that I hadn't given much thought to the way other men looked at me, but hearing my father put it like that made it all the more uncomfortable. "I don't know what you mean," I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't push the topic further.
He chuckled again, shaking his head. "Oh, come on, boy. You know what I'm talking about. You've got that certain something that just makes guys lose their heads. It's just like your brothers and me, with women. It's natural in our family."
I swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. It was true thatthey were all good-looking, but I'd never thought my dad saw me as apretty face in the family.
"I guess you're right, Dad," I said, trying to hide the awkwardness in my voice. "But you're my dad. It's not the same."
He chuckled again and leaned back in his chair. "You're probably right, son. But you know, I've always been proud of your looks. You've got your mother's eyes and at least some of my own athletic build. It's a winning combination."
I smiled, feeling a bit better about the conversation, as we continued to talk until Henry finally came downstairs. My father told us a few more stories about back in the days, their adventures, and of course sports and after another hour of football, it got late and I began to feel tired.
"Well, you two have been talking quite a bit," I said with a yawn, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was almost midnight. "I would have gone to bed long ago but I'm too tired to get up." I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the familiar ache in my muscles from a long day.
My father chuckled and reached over to pat my shoulder. "Ah, you kids these days. Back in the days, I would have carried you upstairs and tucked you in myself. But I suppose times have changed, you should have adjusted to that by now." He said cleary amused.
I grinned and yawned again, rubbing my eyes. "Yeah, well, I guess you're just getting old too, huh? Speaking of which, you should really think about retiring sometime." I tried to sound serious, but the grin on my face gave me away.
My father chuckled, shaking his head. "Ah, you really think you can get me with that one? Try harder next time." He leaned back against the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I rolled my eyes but couldn't help feeling a small thrill at his challenge. "It was worth a try. Maybe next time I'll think of something better." I yawned again, stretching out my legs and wincing as my muscles protested.
I looked to my other side, seeing Henry, the muscle-bound hulk of. He was staring at the television screen, his massive arms crossed over his broad chest. I cleared my throat, catching his attention. "Hey, Henry," I said. "How about you show your old man how it's done?" He looked at me with an amused expression.
"Sure," Henry said with a small laugh and stood up from the couch, stretched his long arms above his head, cracking his knuckles. The muscles in his back rippled beneath his skin as he flexed his shoulders.
He walked over to me, his broad chest nearly brushing against my shoulder as he leaned down to give me a noogie, his hand curled into a fist. I winced, laughing at the same time, as he ruffled my hair. "Come on," he said with a smile. You weight less then what I bench on a bad day. Let's get you upstairs."
I grinned up at him, feeling a little more awake already. "See old man. You got replaced by a jounger variant." I teased, nudging him with my shoulder. He laughed, his deep voice rumbling in his chest as he flexed his massive bicep, causing it to bulge beneath his t-shirt sleeve. "We both know who's the real boss here," he replied, giving me another noogie before telling Henry to get me out hif his sight already, before I could talk more nonsense.
We made our way upstairs, Henry's long strides easily eating up the distance between the living room and my bedroom. When we reached my room, he let go of me, his massive hand still lingering on my shoulder.
I wasn't about to let him go that easily, so as I stepped inside my room, I gave him a playful shove, grinning up at his amused expression. "Come on, Henry. You're stronger than that," I teased, my voice full of mischief. "You can handle a little push, right?"
He laughed, his deep chuckle rumbling in his broad chest. "Oh, I can handle you all right," he replied, his strong hands easily catching me as I stumbled back from the push. "But you're right, I shouldn't go easy on you."
As I walked towards my bed, I began to unbutton my shirt, revealing more of my body to him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and curiosity.
I grinned up at him, my eyes sparkling. "I'm just getting comfortable," I replied, pulling my shirt off over my head. "You know, to make things more interesting."
His expression shifted from amusement to surprise, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. It was a thrill, pushing him, seeing how he'd react.
The average person would have understood by now that I was trying to provoke him, to see how he'd react. But with Henry, it was like trying to rile up a mountain. He simply smiled down at me, his eyes twinkling.
He gave me a once over from head to toe and I grinned up at him in repsonse, feeling a thrill running through me at his attention.
"Alright, I'll leave you to it then," Henry said, while still eyeing me up. But as he turned to leave, I noticed a bulge forming in his pants. He was getting hard again, for the third time this day. It was clear that my teasing was having an effect on him, even though he wasn't consciously aware of it.
"Thanks for the help, Henry," I called out as he walked away, feeling a rush of excitement knowing that he was responding to me on this level.
