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Roger phoned about five to see if they were still on for the evening. Josh told him they were but the plan had changed. “Come here instead of your place. Yeah, Dad’s with the program. Sure that’s fine.” They talked a bit longer and then he hung up. I was sitting in the den going over the day’s events. What a day this had been. “Hey, Dad, Rog and his dad are coming for dinner around seven.” About six I headed for my room to shower and change. “Hey, Dad? Like somebody to scrub your back?” He followed me into the bedroom and stood there grinning at me. He still only wore his shorts, the tip of his now familiar penis just showing from the leg opening. What a hunk he was: over six feet tall, bulging muscles in his chest, arms and thighs and that rippled stomach. Then nicely dusted with golden brown curls on his chest and stomach. And he had a beautiful uncut ten inches as a bonus. He reminded me of me at that age. I felt my own cock move as I admired him. “Sure, I’d love the company.” I had undressed as I talked. He dropped his shorts and padded along behind as I headed for the shower. I have a custom shower: four by six; six nozzles; two up and two down on the long wall, and one up and one down on the shorter wall. We wet down and lathered up. Then facing each other he scrubbed my front and I did him. Our cocks rose together, mine stopping beyond ninety degrees, his climbing to a full one eighty. I took his beauty in my hand and stroked downwards, pulling the foreskin off the fat head. The corona flared, adding another half inch to the already incredible width. He grasped mine and did the same thing. They were nearly the same; mine darker in color than his. “Let’s save this for later,” I said, wondering how many times I could go in one day. He laughed and we rinsed off and then toweled each other, his hand and the towel causing great sensations on my hard-on as he rubbed it dry. “Let’s get dressed, our company will be here soon,” I said. “Just wear your shorts, no shirt. I love looking at your broad strong chest and your hairy torso and stomach,” he told me. “Besides, I told our guests to dress likewise. Everything will be great. Jon has been single for fifteen years and he knows all about Roger and me. Roger finally talked with him last year. It took me until today to face you.” He grinned, “I’m glad I finally did.” I put on my shorts. Then found a clean white tee shirt as well. He shook his head ‘no’ but grinned and let me keep the shirt. The company arrived on time. Roger wearing only tight shorts, his body tanned by the sun. He was well defined with nice pecs and a washboard stomach. His nipples looked like big brown erasers, the areola a lighter shade of brown. He had no chest or leg hair; just a black trail leading down from his navel. His tight black shorts did little to hide the bulge of his package. Jon was wearing the same shorts. He too had donned a tee shirt. It was the first time I had seen him in anything that tight. His arms must be nearly sixteen inches around! The taut material outlined his chest. His muscles had muscles. I had never seen a man with that much muscle. I suddenly felt fat and dumpy. My scrawny forty-six inch chest paled by comparison. His shorts were well filled too. I shook his hand as he entered. He greeted me with a hearty, “We meet again today!” and pulled me to him to deliver a breath-taking hug, his powerful hand groping my butt as he pulled me against him. Roger smiled and said, “You two always this friendly?” He hugged us both and moved on to Josh. They hugged and their bulges rubbed against each other. I answered, “We had lunch together. And this is the second time I’ve seen you today as well.” I winked at him to let him know I knew. He blushed, but winked back. We barbecued hamburgers on the grill and made a mixed salad to go with the meat. They brought a great wine and we drank both bottles. The boys said they wanted to go to Josh’s room, could we entertain ourselves or did we need supervision? No kinky stuff like cribbage or dominoes. Jon helped me clean up from the meal. We small-talked about the weather and the neighborhood. I wished we had more wine. He said, “Let’s go down to my place and open another bottle!” He stood and I followed. As we got to the door, he put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me again. “Thanks for a great dinner. Next time at my place.” We walked down the street the half block, his arm still resting on my shoulder. We were about the same height, but he had forty pounds on me. All muscle. I wondered what he looked like without the shirt. His house was masculine cozy; no frills, just clean and warm. His den walls were lined with pictures of him posing to show different muscles. I admired them and commented about his body beautiful. “Those were taken before Roger was born. I have eased back since then.” He smiled and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. “See, not as much definition.” I stared at him. He was beautiful. His stomach was still rippled and solid. He was smooth skinned, no body hair, just a faint trail leading into his black shorts. He handed me the wine glass. “You can touch me if you’d like. I’m not shy or fragile.” I put my hand on his biceps and moved upwards to his shoulder and across his chest. His nipple hardened as I touched it; he smiled. I moved to the other side and got the same reaction. Then feeling brave, I moved down the chest and caressed his washboard. He flexed it under my touch and I pulled away, then touched him again. I continued down his stomach and as I met his shorts, I moved my hand around the waistband to his thigh and then swept down to feel his ass. I stopped before I embarrassed myself. I took a quick sip of wine. “My turn,” he said. He took my glass and set it on the end table. Then he grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head. “Nice,” he commented. His hands moved expertly over me. “Your upper body is great. You need work around the middle.” His finger found my nipple and he massaged it erect. He smiled and said nothing. “Lots of body hair; wish I had that.” His hands were caressing both nipples. I could feel my cock getting hard. And then he knelt in front of me, his hands feeling my thighs and then my calves, his face just inches from my growing member. I felt his breath and knew my cock had cleared the hem of my shorts. My face went red but I didn’t move. He stood and patted my stomach. “I can have you buff by the New Year,” he said. He lifted his glass and I found mine. “To us,” he toasted. “Now about that errant muscle of yours.” He grinned and his fingers just lightly fluttered across my cockhead. “I hoped you wouldn’t notice,” I mumbled. “Kinda difficult to miss something that big if it isn’t tied down.” He smiled and added, “What do you want to do about it?” Not knowing quite what to say, I pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them. He gasped, and smiled wider. Encouraged by his smile, I grabbed his shorts and tugged them down; he was wearing a jock strap. He laughed and took it off. His cock was eight inches long and fat. Several thick veins swirled around the shaft. The head was wide and still half covered by foreskin. He was uncut! I stared at the power it held. His balls were tight and the size of tennis balls. He was admiring me as well. Again he said, “What do you want to do about it?” “Me,” I replied, “I want to suck your cock for hours and then fuck that incredible ass until morning.” I grinned at him and asked, “What do you want to do about it?” “Sounds like the beginnings of a great date.” He took my hand as he talked and walked me over to a large fur rug in his den. He lay down and spread his legs. “When you are done, then I will assault your tight virgin hole and then suck your enormous cock until it dries up.” On all fours beside him, I wanted to make it more than just a great date. I had to let him know I wanted more than just tonight. So instead of grabbing his cock, which I wanted to do, I straddled him and took the chance: I kissed him. With my eyes closed, it could have been anyone. I pressed my tongue against his lips and he sucked my tongue into his mouth. His hands caressed my back. My hands fondled his chest. His pecs were harder than any breasts I had ever touched; his nipples were larger and harder, too. I broke face contact and moved to a nipple. He moaned as I mauled his erect nipple. I continued down his supine body, my tongue leaving a trail as I moved to his covered cock. I circled it with my fist and covered it with my face. His precum was slick and sweet on my tongue. I stroked and moved down the thick shaft. The head popped free of its cover and I filled my mouth with him. I sucked and stroked, stroked and sucked, my other hand busy mauling his huge scrotum, the thick veins pulsing as I fondled them both. He lifted his legs and my finger touched his pucker; it pulled against my finger like a vacuum. I continued to suck and stroke, my hand massaging his eager hole. I slipped in one and then two fingers. He moaned and shuddered and I refused to slow my pace. His already tight nut sac pulled tighter and the corona of his heated cock flared. “I’M CUMMING!” he screamed and I felt the first volley splash against the roof of my mouth. I swallowed eagerly. The second and then the third surge followed. I tried to drink it all. My mouth was flooded with hot semen. He continued to pump me full, his cock throbbing as I sucked and he came. I could feel the excess running down my chin and covering his pubes and balls with his pleasure. He continued to ejaculate as I pumped his vessel of joy. I swathed my own weeping cock with his flood and prodded the head against his pulsing pucker. He relaxed and my cock slid inside. He moaned and shuddered with pain and pressure. Then his sphincter muscles took over and started milking my manhood. I moved in and out increasing the speed with each stroke. “Fuck me bitch!” he screamed as my balls slammed again and again against his tight glutes. Over and over I pulled nearly out and then slammed all ten inches into him. After nearly an hour, I felt myself nearing the end. I slowed and teased him and me to orgasm. My cock exploded and a river of hot cum filled his already full cavity. I pulled out and grabbing my spurting cock in his fist, jacked several shots onto his chest and face. As my cock emptied and cooled, I noticed he was hard again. He rolled us over and his steel machine was plowing deep inside me. I bucked against his thrusts and milked his cock with my willing muscles. Within minutes I felt him slow and shudder and then his seed filled my bowels with a hot flood of sperm. He pulled out, still hard, and turned me over to face him. He lifted my legs and again buried his rigid tool deep inside me. Then he bent forward and took my again-hard cock into his mouth. He sucked and mauled me with his face, one hand stroking the base of the shaft, the other hand holding my scrotum up as his cock slammed over and over again, into me, each stroke sending shudders throughout my body. I wanted to come. As his mouth covered most of my cock, the sensitive head slammed against the roof of his mouth over and over. I shuddered and released my joy. Again I came in an eruption of liquid pleasure; a fountain of jism filled his face. He drank and sucked for more. Then he shuddered and his own orgasm joined mine as he pumped me full and emptied me at the same time. Sometime later, we had moved to his bedroom. We lay sprawled and naked across the bed, his hand still stroking my exhausted cock, my hand stroking his. We would be more than neighbors. Now all I had to do was tell my son about my adventure. I looked at the clock and knew I should be home before dawn. Continued in “Discovery, Part 3”