A few days after the naked party (I can't believe Dean tricked me into that!), I called that same best bud Dean to ask for help cleaning out my parents' garage.
He agreed and said he'd bring an extra set of hands.
Half an hour later, just when I was wondering what was taking him so long, a car I didn't recognize pulled up.
Out stepped Brock! I immediately heated. My dick had already been a little plump from... doing work. It definitely hadn't reacted to seeing the massive 6'10" man and his muscles and sculpted face and... Definitely not because Brock looked like a walking wet dream in the middle of the hot summer day.
He even gave me a full body hug, which lifted my toes off the ground.
"Hi, what're you doing here?" I squeaked out in a voice higher than I wanted.
"Dean told me to come over to help. Then, he said he had something else come up and to tell you he can't make it."
"What?? He's flaking!"
"The something else being Kelsey." Brock added.
I laughed. "Well, I can't fault him for that."
Brock's jaw ticked. "You, uh, have a thing for Kelsey, too?"
"No, I mean I get the priority for Dean, 'cuz I'm a good friend."
He smiled. "Right."
I noticed when he lifted his left arm to run through his hair... "You're still wearing the collar as a bracelet?"
"What? Oh, I hadn't noticed."
"Guess you're still mine then."
Brock's eyes flashed. Saying that made me feel... some kind of way.
I cleared my throat. "I mean-"
"Yeah." Brock said.
"Yeah?"
"Just tell me what to do."
"Right! Thanks again for coming to help me out today. I'll treat you to a meal later."
He just nodded. His eyes seemed a degree darker.
"First, I need to bring down the old boxes to make room for the new." I pointed to the farthest shelves.
"Easy enough," he declared.
Instead of using a stepping stool (could it even hold his weight?), he lifted me up like I was feather light! I grabbed the first box. On the way down, he pulled me back, so I slid down the entirety of his body.
I gasped.
He gripped my sides again.
"Brock..."
"What's up? There's still more up there."
"Yeah, never mind, okay."
He lifted me again and sliiiiid me down.
"Stop for a sec? It's getting hot." I pulled my shirt off. "It'll be a little darker, but I'm going to close the garage door and turn on the AC."
"You have AC in your garage? Sweet." I swear I saw his eyes linger on my exposed chest. "Very sweet."
When I did so, he stripped off his shirt, and shorts, and underwear!!
"Brock!!"
"What? Is anyone else home?"
"No, everyone's out until dinner, but..."
"Great. You've seen it all before. Is there a problem?"
"N-no." My eyes roamed of their own accord. Roamed and gazed and enjoyed. The past couple days, I had doubted my memory as I replayed that night's events, but it was confirmed. It was as big and juicy as I remembered.
"Hey, eyes up here."
I startled.
"Kidding! Look and touch all you want." My mouth fell open at those words, but he didn't miss a beat. "Let's keep going."
He lifted me up again. He pulled me close on the way up, so I rubbed against him on the way up and on the way down.
I was embarrassed to admit, but I only grabbed one thing at a time, so he needed to lift me a couple extra times. He lifted me up and down, up and down. Wow, he was strong! All the while I rubbed up on his naked form like a cat in heat. But he was the one moving me...
Though he was the one doing the hard work, my breath was coming in shallow pants.
We finally finished the last box on top.
"You tired? Take a break." He offered.
"O-okay." I sat on a nearby bench, trying to cover my erection, and directed him on where the new boxes should go.
His muscles bunched as he started with the heaviest. His arms were to die for. His thigh muscles highlighted when he squatted, and his glutes flexed like a high end workout video as he walked. His heavy cock swung as he walked. It swung as he lifted up and down. It was putting on a show just for me.
I tried to discreetly adjust myself. Did I just hear a growl?
I snapped my eyes back to his face. I was being creepy! "I didn't mean to, uh..."
"Working out gets me hot." He stroked himself a couple times.
I gasped. "D-don't touch yourself!"
He let go. Oh, were we still playing me being in charge?
"I'll tell you when you can find release. And when I let you, you can only use your left hand, since it has my collar around you."
His breath stilted, and his cock jerked. He liked that!
If the precome wetting my underwear was any indication, I liked that, too.
"Now, finish moving those boxes."
He grunted and got back to work.
I was absolutely parched watching this naked giant work. I drank water. Brock paused to watch a drop of it slide down my neck.
"You should hydrate, too."
Instead of going for the group of new water bottles in the corner, he took mine and gulped it down. Several streams escaped. He noticed me watching them and lifted to dump the rest of the water over the top of himself. The cool water rolled over the hard planes of his body. He was like an advertisement. For what, I'm not sure. For everything anyone would desire.
He grinned wickedly and finished the last remaining work quickly.
When his back was turned to me, I rubbed myself. I couldn't help it. When he turned back to me, my erection was no longer able to be hidden.
He was done too soon.
"Anything else in here?"
"Unfortunately not."
He grinned and took a step toward me, but was stopped by his phone going off. "Damn it, I have to take my dog to the vet."
"Aw... I hope he does well."
"He will, nothing serious." But he didn't move to go. "I could come back after?"
"No, that's okay."
His face fell.
I took his phone and added my number. "See you later."
If he was a dog, he would've been wagging his tail.
I weirdly felt a heaviness in my chest - and other places - as he redressed and left.
A couple hours later, an unknown number texted me a picture of a muscled left hand dipping under Brock's shorts, the collar around his wrist in full view. His erection pulled the cloth so tightly that I could see his mushroom head clearly defined.
The next text read: please.
I replied: Ok, good pet.
Brock: fuck ty.
I saved his number and couldn't help slipping my own hand to encompass my straining dick. Knowing he was finally pleasuring himself, because I allowed him to, made me so hot. I wondered if we came together.
......
Brock texted me the next day: Anything else you need help with today?
Me: Not really but thanks. I'm just chilling around the house :)
Brock: Ok. I'll come over in the afternoon.
So much for asking.
I was excited all morning for him to come over. The time wouldn't pass fast enough. My parents were at work, and my sister was off at day camp. I decided I should at least do something productive.
I settled in to do stupid summer reading and homework at the desk in the living room. What university professors actually gave reading before the term even started? The book, though, actually wasn't half bad for being all in Latin. I was a good chunk through when the doorbell rang. *Ding.* Shit, it was 2 pm already?
Aahhh, I didn't change or get ready at all. I moved towards my bedroom when I heard *Ding, ding, ding, ding!*
I returned to the living room and threw open the door, "Geez, impatient much? I'm coming!"
"Yeah, I am inpatient for you to come, Jasper."
I stuck my tongue out at him, making him laugh as he entered.
His eyes roamed over me in my sleep shorts and a tank. "So, what have you been up to?"
"Um, nothing exciting. I was doing reading for school and lost track of time." I played with the hem of my shorts, a little embarrassed.
He stepped into my personal space and also played with the hem of my shorts.
"Brock." I lifted my eyebrows.
"No, no, I'm being good. Come on, let's do your homework."
I lifted my brows further. "Are you an English major?"
"No."
"Do you speak Latin?"
He laughed like I was joking. "Obviously not."
I rolled my eyes. "Then all you'd be doing is distracting me. You'd be more help being my chair."
"Okay." He walked over to the desk, sitting in the chair.
I dumbly followed, curious.
He pulled me in his lap!
"Brock!!"
I fit perfectly into his lap. His body heated my entirety. His muscles supported me easily.
His breath was warm and seductive against my ear. "Get to reading. I can be a great chair. And encouraging, too." I shivered.
Unbelieving of the situation, and with some more urging from his side, I picked up where I left off, taking notes on my ipad.
His arms had started on the table surrounding me, but the left one moved to rest on my thigh. A little while later, he played with the hem of my shorts again.
"Is this okay? Am I distracting you?" His nose ran along the curve of my neck.
"Of course not."
His right hand landed on my other thigh. The one teasing my hem slipped barely under it. Hmm, he made my skin tingle delightfully.
I had to start a passage over.
He breathed against my neck. His lips softly trailed over my goose bump covered skin.
I started over again.
His right hand ran over my smooth inner thigh. His left hand skimmed closer and closer to my groin. I sucked in a breath when he brushed against the portion of my underwear covering my balls.
"See, I'm a comfy chair, aren't I?"
"Besides your naughty hands and the metal pole digging into my bottom..."
He gripped me, fingers digging into my sensitive skin, to adjust me against him, causing him to slip completely between my ass cheeks, settling riiight against my hole. We both moaned.
I abandoned the book.
He easily lifted and moved me against himself. I gripped the desk edge for balance.
His hips rolled. Sounds escaped me. Felt so good. I pushed my hips back against him.
