The Professional Tease

[TubokuZumuru]

On 7/2/2023 at 1:34 PM, Throwaway0282639 said:

S/H/G: 6/10/7

S = soft
H = hard
G = girth

right?

[TonnyGiant]

Henry?

[Throwaway0282639]

6 hours ago, TonnyGiant said:

Henry?

God I love when people can use AI to create images of characters! This is pretty close, I just always imagine the chest being bigger, but that’s entirely a personal preference

[Throwaway0282639]

7 hours ago, TubokuZumuru said:

S = soft
H = hard
G = girth

right?

You cracked the code! This is a tool we will use later

[TubokuZumuru]

would be nice if Henry use his abs to tease little Zack though. I just finished The Changed Man, and it was damn good, Clint used all parts of his body but never used abs to seduce his son, and his son is not crazed by his dad 4 pack abs.

[TubokuZumuru]

maybe tease with button shirt and slowly unbotton shirt and run hand inside shirt to tease with pecs? but that is too late as Zack already seen shirtless Clint.

[Throwaway0282639]

19 minutes ago, TubokuZumuru said:

maybe tease with button shirt and slowly unbotton shirt and run hand inside shirt to tease with pecs? but that is too late as Zack already seen shirtless Clint.

Never too late! I love this idea! 

[arpeejay]

Excellent! Looking forward to more more more!

[Throwaway0282639]

Zack woke up. Immediately he felt a corse roughness on his back, then the pain in his head registered. His vision blurred and the sounds were a faint hum in his ears. He was momentarily transported to when he was 4.
He had fallen off his bike while going down a hill, his mom was nowhere to be seen, but when his vision cleared he saw his neighbor, a young college hunk with bright blond hair and strong arms who had picked him up and carried him home. 
As his vision cleared now, he saw a different face, an older, more chiseled and rugged face. Zack’s head was pounding and he was struggling to hold on to consciousness.
“Zack, Zack! Are you okay?!” A deep voice was calling from the back of his mind. He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep. “Zack! WAKE UP!” The voice commanded, and his body responded in spite of itself. Zack’s eyes shot open and he was brought back to the present. The rough rocky sand under his back was driving into his skin. He lifted his body, trying to escape the sharp rocks that were digging into his fair skin, but he didn’t have the strength.
“Take it easy.” The voice said, and suddenly the feeling of the sharp rock subsided and he was weightless. “Are you okay?”
Zack blinked, once. The sky cleared, it looked just as blue and cloudless as he remembered it. He blocked twice, and the handsome face reappeared. 
“Zack, please.” The low voice called, sounding as if it were an echo in a cave. “ZACK!” The echo of the voice stopped and it resounded into a clear and deafening call, bringing him fully back to him body. 
Zack raised his hand to his head and gripped it, feeling an odd texture as he pulled his hand away. 
“Oh thank god!” The voice said as Zack’s head rolled around, it felt too heavy for his shoulders, too much to hold up on his own. But he realized he didn’t need to, his head was supported by a large rock. 
“Wh-what happened?” Zack said, his mind fog clearing as he remembered his circumstances. He remembered Henry calling him to the water, and then nothing. As his mind cleared and his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, he saw Henry’s big face looking down at him. Zack realized quickly his head wasn’t propped up on a rock, but by Henry’s big bicep, he was cradled in Henry’s arms. 
“Are you okay?” Henry said, placing two large fingers to Zack’s neck, feeling for his pulse. 
“I’m…” Zack began. He took inventory of his body. His head hurt, he had a strange sensation of safety and comfort, and his body felt weak, but otherwise he felt fine. 
“I’m okay.” Zack said, raising his head, only to be met by Henry’s large hands pushing his head back down into his arms.
“Just relax, you took a little fall.” Henry said, staring at Zack with his deeply colored eyes, the concern in them laid bare.
“What happened?” Zack repeated. 
“You dove into the water and hit a rock. Your head was bleeding, but I got you. You’re okay.” As Henry said this, Zack felt the big man hold him a little tighter, not enough to hurt, but just enough for Zack to feel how his body was completely surrounded by Henry’s. “You’re lucky I had training as a combat medic at some point.” Henry said, his hand applying pressure to whatever was on Zack’s forehead. 
“What’s this?” Zack said, feeling his head.
“You were bleeding just a little, so I wrapped your head with my shirt to stop it; do you think you can walk back to the house on your own?” Zack tried to move his legs, but they felt heavy as lead, after the workout and run, and then a concussion, Zack was exhausted. 
“I probably could, but…” Zack’s voice trailed off, he knew what he wanted to ask, but was afraid of the rejection and judgement which may follow. 
“You wan’t me to pack you back to the house?” Henry offered, along with a warm smile, his bright teeth reflecting sunlight down, he looked angelic with the setting sun creating a halo of light around his hulking body. 
“Would you?” Zack asked. 
“Of course.” Henry said, he moved Zack effortlessly and draped him over his back like a superhero donning a cape. Zack reached his arms around Henry’s thickly muscled neck, and wrapped his legs around Henry’s side, where the big man hooked his bulging arms under Zack’s knees, holding him up. Zack’s face was so close to Henry’s neck, he could smell the intoxicating scent of his dried sweat that had collected on his neck. As Zack imagined licking up along the large trapezius muscle upon which his chin rested, he felt a boner come, it pushed itself into Henry’s back as they walked through the woods. Zack wanted to be embarrassed, or even to care at all, but he was too tired to even care. He felt himself drifting closer to sleep, and then Henry began to speak to him to keep him awake. 
“You know, I spoke with your mom this morning.” He said, Zack’s ears perking up hearing about his mother. “She seems to be excited you’re getting to spend some time out here with me, she always thought we’d like each other.” He said, his heavy feet thumping along in an even march through the dense thick of trees and foliage. “I also think my buddy Ray may be coming up next week to go fishing, he’d stay at my place, but only if you’re okay with it.” Henry said, Zack knew he was just trying to create conversation to keep him awake and engaged. “I think you’d like Ray, I met him in the service too, but we took different paths after. He’s a business guy now, runs some company in the city, makes good money on it too.” Henry looked back at Zack to make sure he was still conscious, “So would it be okay if he came up here for a few days next week?” 
“There’s only two rooms here?” Zack said, for some reason his main concern was where this new stranger would be sleeping? 
“He said he would probably sleep in a tent by the lake, but if it storms or something, he can also sleep on the pullout couch.” 
“In a tent by the lake…” Zack said, letting his mind imagine being shoved into a small tent with Henry himself, being held close for warmth, using the large man’s body as a mattress, Zack’s cock throbbed in his pants as it rubbed up and down Henry’s sweaty back as they neared the cabin. Once inside, Henry lay Zack down on the sofa, and he sat in a chair adjacent to the couch. Henry got Zack an ice pack and properly cleaned the wound on his head. Zack used his phone to see, and the damage wasn’t bad, more of a scrape than anything, it didn’t even need a bandage. Zack drank some water and Henry encouraged him to get some rest. Henry told him it didn’t look severe, but he’d check on him every few hours. 
Zack drifted off into dreamless sleep. He wasn’t sure how long, but he woke up to a gentle shaking.
“How are you feeling?” Henry asked.
“A little tired, but my headache is gone now.” 
“Good.” Henry said, “Go back to sleep, I’ll be here if you need anything.”
Zack went back to sleep. The next time he woke up, Henry was still in the chair. He was wearing a shirt, but he had foregone pants. Henry was asleep in the chair, reclined the slightest bit. He had his hands behind his head, his melon sized biceps bulging forward looking like they would squash his head if he brought them closer. In his slight reclined position, with his arms up, his shirt had pulled up just a bit, Zack could see Henry’s Adonis belt and the veins which led down into his briefs. Henry’s cock had never looked so swollen to Zack. Zack could clearly see the outline of Henry’s big cock head as it rested in the front of the pouch, connected to a thick tube of cock meat, the veins pronounced and visible in the thin fabric as it reflected back the moonlight pouring in through the window. Henry moved, and Zack quickly closed his eyes to avoid getting caught staring, how creepy would that be?
But, after a quick shuffling noise, everything was quiet again. Zack cracked one eye open to peek. Henry was still in the chair, still asleep. He had just lowered himself down into the chair more, and spread his legs…Zack gasped when he saw it, his cock responding immediately with a rush of blood. When Henry had moved his legs, one of his balls fell out of the bottom of the too small briefs, no doubt pushed out by the massive cock which dominated the front of the underwear. Zack could see in the dim light, one huge nut exposed between the monster quads. It looked like the size of Zack’s fist as it hung low, sticking to Henry’s leg in the heat of the cabin. Zack stared, his mouth watering, his cock aching as he fantasized about the rest of Henry’s junk shoved into the briefs. Zack knew he’d never get to sleep with this sprawling in front of him, he had to get to his room. 
Quietly, he removed the cover from his body and tried to get up making as little noise as possible. His skin sticking to the leather making noise as he moved, the floorboards creaking as he stood, and yet, Henry’s big chest continued to rise and fall in a steady pattern. Zack crept past the couch, and started down the hallway.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The voice startled Zack and he jumped, feeling his heart quicken.
Zack turned around to see Henry in the same position, the only difference now was his eyes were open.
“I was going to lay in bed.” Zack said.
Henry yawned, stretching his arms up and his legs out. The shirt pulled up even more on his torso, exposing the bottom two abs.
“What, you didn’t enjoy the show out here?” Henry said as he casually adjusted his crotch and shoved his swollen testicle back into the strained briefs. 
“I…uh…” Zack began unsure if Henry knew how long he’d stared at him before getting up. 
Henry stood and crossed the living room. The light silhouetting his body, accentuating the bulging muscles. He turned to his side and Zack saw his cock had grown. It was sticking out in front of Henry, pushing the briefs away from his body. Henry walked forward slowly, lumbering and heavy, but not breaking eye contact with Zack.
Zack felt shivers run up his spine as terror filled him. This was it, Henry was going to kill him for staring at his exposed nut. 
Henry strutted closer, the light still playing off of his body, he seemed giant as he took step after step towards Zack. As he did, he undid the top button to the shirt he had on, his chest hair began to spill out, the few grey silver hairs glinting in the faded light. 
Henry stopped about a foot away from Zack, his cock pointing forward about to poke Zack if Henry moved any closer. 
“You seem tense, Zack.” Henry began, “Are you sure you feel okay?” Henry cocked his head to the side and stared down at Zack. 
“Okay.” Zack said, letting out a deep breath and trying not to stare at the cock twitching in front of him. “It’s you, you scare me.”
Henry raised an eyebrow. He reached forward and cupped Zack’s face in one large hand, bending Zack’s chin up so he was looking back at Henry. “I thought we went over this already. I’d never hurt you.”
“I know.” Zack said, fighting to keep eye contact and say what he needed. “But…I’m scared of what you’d do if you found out I was gay.”
Henry dropped his hand away from Zack’s face, and squatted down so he was eye to eye with Zack. He had a grin on his face, and Zack couldn’t translate it in any meaningful way. He chuckled, the deep rumbling sound coming through his grin. 
“You think I haven’t pieced that one together yet? The way you always bone up every time I’m around. That little face you make when you’re about to cum when all I do is flex? You’re doing a piss poor job of hiding it all if that’s what you were trying to do.” Henry paused, taking a deep breath in, “I thought you were trying to tease me.”
Zack’s eyes widened as the implication set in. Henry had known the entire time and he thought ZACK was trying to tease HIM? 
“Why don’t you head on to bed little boy.” Henry said as he stood back up to his full height. “I think I’ll head to bed too.” Henry yawned again, his cock still twitching and growing.
Zack turned to walk to his room, and he could still feel Henry’s presence behind him. As they walked down the hallway, Zack could feel Henry’s cock poking him in the back, it wasn’t even fully hard. He felt like a prisoner being marched the way the heavy dick was pushing him forward. But it was blowing Zack’s mind that he was still somewhat soft, how big did that thing get? Zack stopped at his door and turned around. Henry was still there, although as he’d walked down the hallway he’d unbuttoned the next button on his shirt, leaving only four buttons holding back his muscular mass. 
“Can I help you?” Henry said, looking over his massive pecs at Zack. 
“No, I, uh, I just…” Zack was floundering his words, every cell in his body was screaming over the walking wet dream in front of him. 
“Why don’t you help me out, huh?” Henry said, reaching forward quickly and seizing Zack’s hands. He brought them up to his shirt and placed Zack’s hands on the next button. “Help daddy out of this tight shirt, you’re good at it.”
Did he just call himself daddy? It struck Zack as odd, but he had to admit it was fucking hot. 
Zack fumbled with the button, it was about eye level, but it was smack dab in the middle of Henry’s pecs. The beast was swelling his chest up, the fabric of the shirt pulling on the button from either side. Zack worked the button, but it was tight, every time he got close, Henry would pump his pecs up just a little more, making it harder for Zack to finish what he’d started. In the dark of the hallway he could feel Henry’s eyes staring down at him, and he could feel his hot breath as Henry filled his huge lungs full of air, and then let it out. 
“Here, move a bit closer, that may help.” Henry grabbed Zack by the shoulders and pulled his body towards his, as he did his bulge shoved into Zack’s torso, it was so big, but still soft. Zack retracted his body, sucking in his stomach and pulling his chest in to minimize contact with the hot package dominating his every other thought. The other thoughts were devoted to undoing the buttons. He finally got the button on Henry’s chest after the big man exhaled and stopping growing his barrel chest. As he moved down to the next button at the top of Henry’s abs, Zack could feel the dense hair pouring out of Henry’s open shirt. Zack savored the feeling of the soft fur for a moment as he started on the next button. 
“You’re so big.” Zack said, almost to himself, but just loud enough that Henry heard.
“Tell me, Zack.” Henry said as Zack undid the next button in line, “Have you ever seen anyone as big as me?”
“No.” Was all Zack could say, and it was the truth.
“You like big muscles don’t ya boy?” Henry said, Zack undoing the next button, only one left. 
“I..I..”Zack couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
“You don’t need to say it…”. Henry said as he moved his big quad forward and brushed it against Zack’s throbbing cock, flexing it, and rubbing Zack’s cock with the rippling muscle. “Do daddy’s muscles get you hard?”
Zack undid the last button, and Henry shook off the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. 
Clouds must have moved and exposed the moon because suddenly the hallway was washed with pale moonlight. Henry moved and Zack was trapped between him, and the wall. Zack could see the thick hair on his chest, and Henry stepped closer and he could feel it on his face. Zack turned his head, fighting with every ounce of his being to not give up and give in. Henry’s bulge pressed into him, Zack was lightheaded. 
Henry grabbed Zack’s hand from his side and slammed it onto his rock hard abs. Zack could make out 6 distinct abs, and another two coming in at the top.
“You feel how hard those abs are?” Henry said, and he flexed them, Zack’s fingers trapped in the deep grooves between to of the huge ab muscles. “Look at that, they’re bigger than the palm of your hand.” Zack flattened his hand on Henry’s flexed stomach, and Henry relaxed his flex. Zack could feel the thick hair that formed Henry’s happy trail, leading into the underwear that seemed smaller and smaller each time Zack looked. 
“I’m going to ask you again.” Henry said, stepping even closer to Zack, almost squishing him between his body and the wall. Zack could feel Henry flexing and unflexing his washboard abs as they rubbed against Zack’s small body. “Do you… like my muscles?”
“Yes.” Zack whimpered out, his cock milliseconds away from exploding in his pants. 
Zack’s face was buried in between the deep crevice between Henry’s hair pecs, each breath Zack took he smelled Henry’s clean manly scent, the long chest hairs tickling his nose and face. 
Then Henry stepped back, Zack’s face releasing from between the pecs, the pressure of flexed abs disappearing, the impressive bulge no longer pulsing against his body, the flexed quad pulled away from his cock just as he felt like cumming. 
Zack let out a breath, his tense body relaxing. 
“I’ll see you in the morning.” Henry said in his deep gruff voice. His heavy footsteps carrying him down the hall, and he shut the door to his room. 
Zack went into his room. What the fuck was that. If Henry wanted more, he just wouldn’t say so. Zack was so confused, why would he say those things, made Zack take his shirt off, poke his huge bulge all over Zack’s body if he wasn’t interested in more? Zack knew he could never make the first move, the fear of rejection overwhelming him even at the thought. If he made a pass at Henry, and Henry rejected him, he wasn’t sure he’d make it out alive. But his throbbing cock was clouding his entire train of thought, begging for release. 
Zack pulled down his pants and his little boner sprang free, he no more than grazed it with his hand, and the memory of Henry’s huge flexing muscles pressed against him, the feeling of his hand on Henry’s massive abs, the thick covered cock shoving into him. Zack came, his small balls pumping out every last bit of cum that could hold, all to the thought of Henry. 
Zack cleaned his mess up off the floor, thankfully he didn’t cum a lot. He climbed into bed, his heart still pounding over his interaction with Henry. Zack made a decision, a choice, he would seduce Henry. He would make the big man want him so bad, he’d have no choice but to make a move; he was done being a passive player in Henry’s teasing game, it was his turn to go on the offensive. 

The next morning Zack woke to a knock at his door. “Zack.” Henry called from the other side of the door before he gently pushed it open. He was shirtless, in baggy swim trunks that went down past his knees, his hair matted with sweat, and a large towel around his broad shoulders. “I’m sorry, I worked out without you this morning, I figured you could use the rest. I’m going to take a dip in the hot tub and relax my muscles, don’t want these big boys cramping up on me.” Henry said, and he flexed his arm, his big bicep exploding with veins and striations, his forearm popping with cords of muscle. Then he was gone. Zack’s plan came flooding back into his mind, and he knew it was his chance to begin. Getting out of bed, Zack tore through his totes of clothes, looking for the perfect thing, and then he found it. A bright pink speedo. Now, think what you want about Zack’s body, his slender frame and small cock be damned because he knew his tight muscles looked good on him, he knew his beautiful face, sharp jawline, and tossed hair looked good, and above all, he knew he had a great ass. It was perky and round, smooth as a baby’s, he could flex it and make it hard, but in it’s natural state it jiggled like jello. 
Zack slid on the speedo, tucking his cock in, and then, pulled the tight fabric over his ass. He walked to the bathroom and tussled his hair a bit, looking at himself in the mirror he knew he was hot, and he’d break Henry. He grabbed a towel and went out the back door towards the gym. 
He had the towel wrapped around his waist, preparing his smirk for the big reveal. He entered the gym, and walked straight through to the back room. Opening the door and walking in, he say Henry relaxing in the steaming water. His head was laid back, his body submerged, he looked calm, peaceful. 
Zack walked to the hot tub, “Mind if I join big guy?” Henry opened one eye and looked at Zack, and then closed his eyes again. 
“Not at all, come on in.”
Fuck! Zack thought, if he’s not looking then the speedo, the reveal, the SMIRK, none of it would work. 
“Where can I put my towel?” Zack asked. 
“Right there on the wall next to mine.” Henry replied, still not opening his eyes. 
Zack hung up his towel, and stepped up to the side of the hot tub, throwing a leg over and feeling the warm water touch his skin, as he did, Henry opened his eyes a bit, and then opened them fully. 
“Nice bathing suit.” Henry said, a smile appearing on his face. 
“Thanks.” Zack said back, “It’s all I have here, but it gets the job done.”
“I bet it does.” Henry said to himself, just loud enough for Zack to hear. 
Zack lowered himself down into the water, he noticed how Henry’s chest sat just above the water line, his nipples, pointed down by the weight of his chest, were gently grazing the water. As it ebbed and flowed, it would lap over his nipples, and then pull away, leaving them erect at the sudden cold air on them. Zack stared at Henry’s armpits, they were so deep.
“So are you feeling better from yesterday?” Henry asked, keeping his eyes closed. 
“I feel fantastic.” Zack said, trying to send a mental message and will Henry to open his eyes. “So, what did you workout today?”
Henry stirred, “I did arms, can’t you tell by how pumped they look.” With that Henry flexed both of his arms in a double bicep pose. 
“Your whole body always looks pumped, it’s hard to tell.” Zack said. This more forward direction with Henry felt good to Zack, he enjoyed the tease much more than he’d even imagined. 
“Yeah, you seemed to enjoy them quite a bit last night.” Henry said, raising an eyebrow at Zack. 
“Oh, that. I’m 18, a light breeze and I get hard.” Zack played it as casually as he could.
“So tell me. Since last night you said you liked my big muscles. Which one would you say is your favorite?” Henry dropped his gaze on to Zack. 
“Well.” Zack began, clearing his throat. He knew this next sentence would be a leap of faith. “I haven’t seen ALL of your muscles, so I don’t think I can say.”
Henry chuckled, his bouncing chest creating waves in the water. “Tell you what. How about you give me a massage, it will help me not get so sore from the brutal workout this morning. Then after you’ve felt all my muscles, you can tell me what your favorite is.”
Zack raised his eyebrow at Henry, “Alright, deal.” With that Zack stood up, steam rolling off his body, and his speedo suctioned to his ass. he looked back over his shoulder and he could swear he caught Henry staring at his ass. 
Then Henry stood up. The water level dropped as his massive body stopped displacing water. But that wasn’t what caught Zack’s attention. Henry had shed his long swim trunks, and in their place was what Zack could only guess were maybe 5” inseam shorts, packed full of man. The trunks clung to Henry, his huge balls and thick cock visible in the wrinkles of the wet shorts. “After you.” Henry said, motioned Zack out of the hot tub. They dried off, and Henry walked over to the massage table and laid face down, no words exchanged. Zack followed him and stood beside the table. He took in the sight before him. Henry’s huge body, still a little wet, presented in front of him, and he was going to get to feel it all. 

[dredlifter]

I don't know if the "Professional Tease" here is Henry or YOU @Throwaway0282639