I had spent the day with Ron and Gary who were finishing up another rehab project and now we were headed home. It was as hot as hell that day and Ron was in a ripped up t-shirt that showed patches of his hairy chest and an old pair of fatigues that were baggy but still showed off the big meat swinging between his legs. Gary had on a wife beater and one of his many pairs of tight gym shorts, these short enough that his big cock and balls were constantly falling out of the leg, as now.
As we pulled up in the driveway, we all 3 simultaneously noticed the guy sitting on the front steps, seemingly waiting for us. He looked to be in his late 50's, handsome with hair a little too long and a scruff of beard. He was slim, not muscular but with the wiry physique of someone who never had to work out to stay in shape. He had on a dingy t-shirt and a pair of faded 501's. I couldn't help but notice that the buttons of his fly were straining to hold back the load of meat that was packed into his crotch.
"He's a hot guy." Ron said.
"He's showing a big basket." I said.
"He's my father." Gary said, looking none too pleased.
We all got out of the truck cab, me in the middle as usual. Gary's dad took us in one at a time, first giving Ron the once over from head to foot and then appraising me. Finally, he turned to Gary, just as Gary said, "What do you want?"
"Nice to see you too, son." he replied. "I was just in town and I thought I'd look you up."
"You never show up unless you need something." Gary said. "What is it this time?"
"Well, since you mention it, I've been on the road for the last 48 hours. Riding the dog is a real bitch. I thought maybe you'd invite to have a meal and a let me clean up, being we're family and all."
Gary stood there for a few minutes, just staring at his dad. "Alright, asshole." he said. "A sandwich and a shower and then your ass can hit the road."
Ron walked up and unlocked the door and stepped aside as first Gary, then his father and then I trooped in. As I passed him, he raised his eyebrows and gave me a "What the fuck?" look."
I motioned with my head to where Gary's dad was now mounting the stairs, his perfect looking buns flexing as he climbed in the tight Levi's. Ron made thumbs up sign.
As usual, we hit my place first since I kept the refrigerator stocked with cold beer and snacks.
"Sounds like there's a little friction going on." I said to Gary and his dad while opening their drinks.
"Your dad is welcome to clean up here and I'll fix him something to eat."
"That sounds like a good plan for both of us." Gary replied. "And get a shower soon, old man. You smell like a barnyard."
"I guess I did get pretty ripe traveling. I left in a hurry and forgot to pack a change of clothes. Or anything else, for that matter."
"I knew you were in some kind of trouble." Gary said. "Just go wash your smelly ass. Toss your clothes out in the hall and I'll launder them while you shower. It's worth it just so I don't have to smell you. I'll bring up some of mine for you to wear till yours are done."
"I'll show you the shower." I said.
Then I turned to Ron. "Have you guys still got that good cheese we bought last week?" I asked. "It would be really good on a sandwich."
"I'll go and check and bring it up." Ron replied, catching on immediately.
He and Gary left and I led Gary's dad to the bathroom. I pulled all of the towels off of the racks and then said, "You're going to need some clean towels. I'll just run down to the basement and get them and I can drop off your dirty clothes at the same time."
I stepped out into the hall as Gary's dad lifted the t-shirt over his head showing his muscular chest with just a dusting of light hair. His belly was perfectly flat and a treasure trail of darker hairs snaked into the top of his jeans. I pulled the door almost all of the way closed, just leaving enough open so that I was able to see in the mirror as he shucked down his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I watched as he leaned over and his muscular cheeks flexed, his tight crack filled with dark curly hair. He handed the dirty clothes out through the door crack and I watched as it closed.
"I'll get those towels right up here." I yelled through the door as the shower turned on and I stroked my half hard cock. I held up his 501's and examined the stretched crotch for stains. There were dried drips inside from when he had pissed and other blotches that look like stains of cum or precum. I lifted the jeans up and buried my face in the fabric, inhaling the sharp aroma of sweaty cock and balls. My cock went to full mast as I licked and sucked on the more promising stains. But what I really wanted was to taste the real thing.
Ron heard me coming down the stairs and followed me to the basement.
"Damn, he's hot." he said. I'd like to get a close up look at that sweet ass. We've got to get him naked."
I'm way ahead of you." I said, showing him the dirty towels. "All we need to do is wait until the shower goes off."
We waited in the basement and about 5 minutes later the pipes stopped rattling as the shower died.
"Okay, give it a minute and then its show time." I said. We walked back upstairs and stood outside of my open apartment door until we heard the bathroom door open and the sound of footsteps coming down the interior hall. I nodded to Ron and we both walked into the apartment.
"Sorry I was so long with the towels, Ron and I got talking. " I said as we entered.
Gary's dad was standing in the living room, totally nude. He had looked good clothed but he looked a whole lot better naked. There wasn't an ounce a fat on him, his arms and chest defined by hard work instead of working out and his stomach was perfectly flat and his hips trim. Best of all, he had a good six inches of soft cock hanging down from a trimmed bush, the shaft fat and the plum shaped head perfectly in proportion. But what was really attention grabbing was his balls. Not only were they about the size of golf balls, his scrotum hung down what looked like a good nine inches along his thigh.
"Jesus!" Ron said. "You're in really good shape."
I just licked my lips and held out the towels and at just that moment we heard Gary run up the steps behind us. He burst in through the door with some old sweats and a t-shirt in his hands and we all stood there staring at his father.
"My name is Jim, by the way." his father said, 'in case my son never told you."
"Didn't take you long to get comfortable, did it?" Gary asked. He was staring at his father's cock and long ball sack.
"If you tied a knot in that sack you probably wouldn't have to worry about stepping on your nuts, old man." Gary said.
His father reached down and wrapped a hand around the loose sack and pulled down so that his big balls filled the end, then stretched them out at Gary.
"Hard to believe a big ugly thing like you came out of these beauties, isn't it?" he said.
"It's harder to believe that you ever stayed in one place long enough to get anybody pregnant." Gary replied.
I couldn't help but notice, after long familiarity that Gary's dick had started to fill and stretch in his shorts and the head of his cock poked out of his pants leg. I glanced at Ron...his dick was fully hard and pretty obvious.
"Here are the clothes, you worthless old fuck." Gary said and turned and went downstairs.
"I think that went pretty well, don't you?" Jim asked. He dropped his balls and I watched mesmerized as the heavy orbs swung back and forth between his legs.
"I'll be downstairs." Ron said and cut his eyes at Jim. "Take good care of our guest."
I handed Jim the towels and watched as he rubbed his body, taking extra care to get every drop on his cock, balls and ass.
"How about a sandwich and a beer?" I said.
I went into the kitchen and prepared the food, then brought it back to the living room. Jim was on the sofa, a towel across his lap and I set the food on the coffee table in front of him and took a chair across from him. From where I was sitting I could see his big heavy balls hanging down over the sofa cushion and when he leant forward to pick up the beer, his long cock flopped out on top of them. As he ate his snack, I sat back to enjoy the view.
When he had finished the sandwich he asked, "Did Gary ever tell you about why I left?"
"He's never mentioned you at all." I said. I couldn't pry my eyes up from the meat swinging across from me, fantasizing about how it might taste.
"I don't know that his mother ever told him the story, I can't imagine that she would." Jim said. "I was never a good husband. I would have been an even worse father. I was pretty wild and I took what I could get as far as sex goes. My wife and I never did get along and she knew I played around but she put up with it until one day..."
Was I imagining it or was the big cock hanging across from me getting bigger?
"One day, she came home and walked in to find me with my cock buried in the next door neighbor's ass in our bed. The MALE next door neighbor."
"She never suspected?"
His cock was definitely hard now, lifting up off of his balls under its own power. The big smooth head was pointing straight at me and I could see a bead of clear fluid gather in his piss slit.
"She went postal and threw me out. Said she never wanted to see or hear from me again and that she'd have me arrested if I even tried to contact our son. I stayed away after that..." His cock was fully hard now, standing straight up from his lap and as big around as my wrist. It was almost as long as his ball sack hanging below it and it was really a beautiful combination. He shifted and pulled the towel all the way off of his lap so that he was sitting across from me nude.
"You've been staring at my cock since I got here." he said. "Do you intend to do anything about that?"
I stood up and dropped my shorts and skinned off my t-shirt and stood nude in front of him.
"Very nice." he commented. "Turn around and show me your ass." I turned around so he got a good look and then bent slightly forward so that my cheeks parted. I felt his hands grab each cheek and he spread my ass wide so that my hole was exposed.
"Very, very nice." he said and I felt the tip of one finger stroke my pucker. "I do love a hairless ass. Do you get fucked much?"
"Your son and Ron busted my cherry a while back and have worn my hole out ever since." I said. "I don't know which one has shot more juice in my ass and throat. And I love every drop." I said.
