I awoke Wednesday morning to find Roy rolled onto his side with his covers down to his waist and looking at me.
"G'mornin'! Ready for our day off?"
I wiped the sleep from my eyes and let them take a long drink of his half-naked corpulence. I cleared my throat.
"Morning...sounds good...what do you have in mind?"
"Breakfast to start with, of course!" he said with a laugh.
He threw his covers off and rolled up to a sitting position on the side of his bed facing me. I got an unobstructed eye full of the mouthwatering bulge in the left leg of his boxers. They had crept up just enough during his acrobatic maneuver to reveal a tad of one of his big, hairy testicles.
My heart started pounding. I maintained my vantage point, feigning continuation of the morning stupor he'd just dashed. I fixed my fake sleepy gaze on it.
He then braced the heels of his palms on his knees and I saw the thick, furry slabs on his chest snap to attention. His sexy nipples seemed to be staring back at me, fully erect in the room's chill.
"I'll shower while you finish waking up," he said as he rose to his feet and walked around to his dresser drawer.
His huge calf muscles looked so strong as he padded away from me. I marveled at how clearly defined the separation of the inner and outer heads was.
Once he had what he needed from his drawer he turned sideways and strode toward the bathroom, his thick shoulders drawn back like the Marine he'd once been and his great chest comfortably resting atop that prize winning belly. I took my first notice of the almost sway-backed appearance his rolling haunches gave his erect posture.
I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Sliding a hand down into my briefs once I heard the door close, I played with the raging hard-on he'd once again induced.
When he came out of the bathroom he was in some khaki pants and another short sleeve shirt, unbuttoned and handsomely displaying his curvaceous, hirsute torso.
"It's all yours," he casually stated.
I was dying to know what that might be like if it really were "all mine". I stayed put, far too hard to risk displaying myself under his gaze.
Almost as if sensing my quandary he said, "I need to pop the hood and give the truck a once over."
With that, he went outside. I rushed to get what I needed from the dresser and dashed to the bathroom in my tented briefs before he could return.
I quickly pounded out a load, struggling mightily to silence any vocalization during my intense orgasm. When I came out he was seated at the table with the curtain wide open once again. I saw by the green phosphorescent hands of his wind-up alarm clock that it was nearly nine-thirty and quickly got my shoes on.
"Let's eat! I'm hungry as..."
"A bear?" he quickly finished my sentence.
Those adorable crow's feet flanked his twinkling eyes as he flashed me that totally disarming smile.
"You know it," I beamed back.
We hopped in his truck. I loved riding in that beat old thing with him; the windows down and the warm southern air swirling around us. He was so wide that just sitting beside him in it necessitated a closeness I found thrilling.
We cruised the main drag in search of a breakfast joint he thought looked promising. He spotted another old converted drive-in like the Gold Star.
"That one!" he said and made a bee line for it.
It more than lived up to his expectations and shortly before eleven we were back outside. He rested his meaty forearms on his truck as he leaned on it and seemed to look me over.
"What's next?" I asked.
"How 'bout we just go exploring?"
Nothing suited me better than more time jammed in his truck with him. He was such a gifted conversationalist that it flowed like water as we rode around. There was never an uncomfortable silence with him like I often experienced with most people his age.
Eventually he headed out of the city limits into the countryside. He turned off the two-lane highway onto a gravel road, just to see where it led. We wound around on that until he randomly chose one of the dirt roads that connected to it and took a right.
I never doubted he'd be able to find our way back out when he decided the time had come and just took in the beautiful scenery. My trust in my giant guardian was complete and unerring.
"This looks like some of the places I go back home," I said, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, though."
"Why's that?"
"Kentucky started out as Jefferson County, Virginia," I told him.
"I never knew that! Guess you learn something new every day. You're a sharp one, mister!"
He seemed surprised and impressed that I knew something about the geography of our location he didn't. I swelled with pride at him conferring the title of 'mister' on me.
It was not that the more diminutive 'sport' was something I disliked. In fact, it always made me feel a bit like Gilligan to his Skipper, and theirs was a relationship that had always intrigued me.
But when 'mister' landed on my ears, it felt like my standing in his eyes had suddenly elevated. I liked that idea very much.
We came upon a good sized stream and he pulled to a stop near its bank. It was very secluded and peaceful. We got out.
He squatted down and dipped his fingers in the water.
"It's cool, but not cold," he observed, "Wonder if it's deep enough for a swim?"
"I don't know. If I'd had any idea we were going to run across a place like this I'd have brought my swim trunks along to find out."
He looked up at me and broke into a sly grin.
"When I was young we always just skinny dipped whenever we came across what looked like a good swimming hole."
I couldn't believe my ears at what he was suggesting. The thought of having no way to conceal my inevitable hard-on scared me to death, but the thought of seeing my idol completely in the buff at last was a temptation too strong to resist.
I turned my back to him and quickly shed every last stitch of clothing, then waded out until the water reached my navel and I knew it was safe to turn and face him. To my surprise he was still in his clothes. I thought maybe he'd made me the butt of some uncharacteristically mean-spirited joke.
"Looks plenty deep to me," he said.
To my relief, he began stripping off his shirt. I contented myself to enjoy his show as he finished disrobing.
He let down the gate of his truck and draped his articles of clothing over it as they came off. Then, fully naked, he thoughtfully went and picked up the pile of clothes I'd left behind and did the same with them.
He was beautiful! The hourglass pattern of the hair that decorated his chest and belly trailed down and widened into a bushy pubis that fanned out around his hips to dress out the lower halves of his spectacular buttocks. His naturally muscular thighs were not quite as hairy as his upper torso and his lower legs were almost bare, which I already knew.
His powerful bulk shifted to his authoritative stride as he walked to the bank, but I was not prepared for how much more authoritative it looked with his bull balls and fat, hooded cock shifting in rhythm with it. My own comparatively modest endowment achingly strained erect in the water.
Roy paused at the stream's edge and lazily scratched the sagging scrotum that rested against the cleft of his magnificent thighs.
"How's the temperature out there?"
"Like you said...cool, but not cold."
"How's the bed...muddy or sandy?"
He continued the nonchalant scratching of his balls, as though he was contemplating how cold the water might feel on them.
"Sandy. Now get out here, you big chicken!" I taunted him.
His beautiful belly shook with laughter as he slowly waded out to the depth I'd reached, his deep baritone echoing in the river birches around us. He walked toward me until he was close enough to take my shoulders in his massive hands and then gave them a playful squeeze.
"You're right...it feels nice...refreshing," he said.
Suddenly he lifted me a little and effortlessly tossed me away from him, giving me my first inkling of the shocking strength he possessed. I helplessly flailed backward into the water and my face momentarily submerged.
When I came up his laughter was ringing out in the trees again.
"Call me chicken, will ya?"
I lunged at him with a ferocious burst of force, planting the heels of my palms into the surface fat that covered his huge shoulders. I was stunned by what I felt when they sank down into the dense muscle beneath it. He stood his ground and dismissively laughed at my futile effort.
Again I charged him, and again he taunted me with laughter. I started to get mad and charged again...then again. At no time did he exploit his size to fend me off, but neither did he go down.
On my fifth try I was nearly blind with rage at his natural gravitational advantage and lunged so fiercely that I finally toppled the giant. He fell back into the water with a loud splash.
When he rose back up my eyes were glued to the sheet of water cascading down his vast convexity, matting his coarse body hair to it and raining back down into the stream like a waterfall off his belly. Light danced in the glistening droplets that still clung to his weathered skin. My dick, it seemed, had never been harder.
"Good job!" he said with a warm laugh, "Needed to see what kind of stuff you're made of there. Hope I didn't make you too mad."
He squeegeed water from his closed eyes with both hands. His pectorals pressed together to form a deep, sexy cleft.
"Hell no, Roy," I said, grinning from my achievement, "but I sure as hell never had to work so hard to dunk somebody before. You're not mad, are you?"
