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Chris isn't wearing that much more than dad. A pair of small league shorts looked to be straining to contain his rock-hard thigh muscles and a loose-fitting flimsy white singlet hangs from his muscular shoulders showing-off his bulging pecs. His bronzed forearms look really strong with thick veins. His bulging left pec is barely covered and his deeply tanned left nipple is peeking out the side.

He smiles taking in the site of dad's naked muscular body and free-swinging schlong for a few seconds before saying, "G'day, Craig. “How ya goin’, mate?"

He appeared quite comfortable with dad's nudity. As Chris enters, he brushes past dad, who says, "Not bad .man. Chris, you remember my son, Aaron? Aaron, this is Chris." I get up and walk towards Chris extending my hand, " Nice to meet you again, Chris."

As I shake his hand, I look at his chiseled face and notice that he's not looking at my face. Suddenly, I remember I’m naked and my ship's at half-mast. As his piercing brown eyes finally turn their attention away from my penis to my face, he says, " How ya doin’, big fella? Craig's told me how big you've grown. Ya must be 18 now, right?" "Yeah, just last week, man" I reply, wondering if he was referring to my growing tool or me. "Cool. Ya av a big piss up?" he asks me. "Yeah," I say, noticing that he keeps stealing glimpses at my dangling dick. Dad has made his way to the kitchen asks Chris, " Wanna beer, mate?" "Sure, Craig," Chris says as he sits at the glass-top kitchen table. I sit opposite him and continue my breakkie of bacon, eggs and coffee. He appears to be staring at my breakfast so I say, "You want some, mate?" "…What?" he asks, appearing to be on another planet. Realizing he must have been looking through the glass-top table at the semi- mongrel between my legs, I say, "Do ya want somethin' to eat?" "No, mate. The beer will do" Dad carrying three cans of suds approaches the table. As he leans across to place a can in front of Chris the tip of his flaccid cock makes contact with the top of the table, then flops back as he moves over to his chair. "So, ya up for a surf?" he asks while looking at his clothed workmate. "Can't wait," says Chris, looking at Dad's toned pecs with a light amount of hair. "It’s long bloody drive isn’t it?" "Yeah. It's a killer," Chris says "And, how's the swell…pretty good?" "Not bad," says Dad as he scratches his armpit, flexing his ripped bicep. I wonder how weird it must feel to be sitting clothed at a table with two naked men. "So you surf too, dude?" he inquires while looking at me. "Yeah." "He's better than his old fella," says Dad, not realizing his pun. Finishing my beer, I get up and move over to the couch. As walk towards the sofa, I notice in the TV's reflection that Chris is staring at my arse. I switch on the tele. Forgetting my nakedness, I lie across the couch unconsciously propping my head on one armrest and my feet on the other with my legs slightly apart, giving Dad and Chris a perfect view of my manhood. They’re getting pissed. They continue their banter about work and women for the next hour or so before Dad calls out, " Ya ready to hit the beach, Azza" "Sure am, Pa," I say, jumping up from the lounge. Dad and I throw on some boardies and grab our boards while Chris retrieves his board from his black Evo8. As we get outside Chris is removing his singlet revealing his perfectly sculpted back. His rugby shorts look so small on his huge, muscular frame. His builder's crack looks enticing as we walk towards his car. "Jeez, nice wheels, mate," I say, admiring his Evo's black sports chassis, which almost rivaled him in the looks department. Now, that's really saying something. "You want to take a spin, Az?" he asks. It has been my life-long dream to drive my own Evo…Well, second to gettin' it on with Dad. But hey, that wasn't gonna happen was it? "Shit, yeah!" I say excitedly. He turns around revealing his perfectly sculpted pecs, ripped abs and suckable nipples. His footy shorts ride so low on his muscular hips that I can see the beginning of his treasure trail. "

Righty-o then, mate!" he says, throwing me the keys. I can't believe I'm about to drive my dream car. Dad smiles knowing that I am really excited.

"Go for it, Azza," he says nudging my arm. "Come on, jump in," says Chris, standing half-naked at the passenger side. "Be back in five, mate," he calls out to dad. I sit in the contoured Sparco racing seat, fasten the five-point harness and off we go. I feel so nervous driving with this hunk. After five minutes of exhilaration we make our way back to the apartment. As we stop at a set of lights, I look at Chris and notice his shorts have ridden even lower and as he leans forward to scratch his foot, about two inches of the crack separating his perfect arse globes are on display. "Go for it, man," he says.

Thinking he's referring to his arse, I stroke his low back and crack.

"No. The light’s green, Az.” "Shit," I say, flooring it and roaring away from the lights. For the remainder of the journey back to the apartment we are totally silent. I feel like I could die with embarrassment. We pull into the driveway and dad walks towards the car.

"How was the drive, Az?" he asks. "Fuckin' awesome, dad. That was so cool!" "Better than ya old ute ay, Azz?" quips Chris, appearing to forgive me for the earlier misunderstanding. "Hell yeah" I say. "Well guys, we better get goin',” says Dad, grabbing his board. I pick up my towel and board and we set off down the hill to the beach. The path through the trees to the beach is quite narrow. Dad leads the way with Chris following him and me behind them.

Chris is clutching his board with a muscular arm, his left bicep bulging. My eyes explore his beefy body, his manly feet, muscular calves, huge thighs, gorgeous bubble butt and the definition of his hulk-like back. To my surprise and without turning around, he reaches around and pulls down the left side of his rugby shorts to reveal his beefy left cheek. He scratches it and allows the shorts to snap back, still with considerable crack on show. As we approach the beach, I wonder whether he's aware that there will be nudists on the beach. Reaching the top of the dune at the back of the beach, we are met with an awesome site.

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