Chester and his nephew Donald, or Dom as he preferred to be called, drove through the nice expensive neighborhood of their town. Chester, who had made a lot of money with his job as researcher in a big chemical facility, had been searching for a new house for a while. His old one had become a little small after Dom, who worked as personal trainer in a nearby gym, had broken up with his girlfriend and moved in with his uncle.
Chester had found a real estate agent who was well known for selling exquisite property, though not much was known despite not much being known about him. As the two drove through to the mysterious man’s office in Chester’s vintage cabriolet, they once again talked about their favorite topic, Dom’s bed stories. Chester, being the 60 year old man he was, actually enjoyed hearing Dom go on about how he banged nearly every girl he laid eye on, which looking back might be the reason his girlfriend threw him out.
It wasn’t long before Chester pulled the car over in front of a serious looking office building. They entered the real estate agent’s office and found him putting the finishing touches to the contract. “Ah Mr. Banton, I’ve been waiting for you. I just finished the papers for the mansion on the hell you had requested. Just to be sure I also included the exchange of the bedroom closets and the remodeling of the garden into the contract.” “Excellent, … Luke, was it?”, Chester replied followed by a nod from Luke, leaving Dom a little puzzled why his uncle addressed the man with his first name.
“Are you sure you wish to make the adjustments mentioned in the contract, Mr. Banton?”, Luke asked. Now it was Chester’s turn to be puzzled “Of course, yes I do.”, the rich man replied. “Your wish is my command.”, the real estate agent grinned and added, “Now I just need your signature here. And of course your nephew’s too.” Both of the men nodded. Luke had been really insisting on Dom signing too, since he would live in the mansion too. Neither one of the men noticed the ink shortly sporing a golden gleam as they shook hands with Luke or the wicked grin on the real estate agent’s face as they left.
Eager to see their new home, Chester quickly talked Dom into driving there, though he had so much energy, he could run their. They climbed into the car and drove off. Soon they passed by a shoe store. All of a sudden a question popped up in Chester’s mind. He had been planning to gift Dom shoes for his birthday in a few weeks, but didn’t know his size. Trying to sound as unsuspicious as possible he asked his nephew: “Hey Dom, your shoes look awfully big. What shoe size do you have again?”
The personal trainer wanted to immediately tell his uncle, he had gigantic size 16 feet, since he knew what his uncle had planned to get him for birthday, but instead he said: “I only have sight 8, unlike you with your boat feet, Uncle Chester.” It felt weird for him to say that, but comparing his own small feet to his uncle’s it was definitely true. Dom had found one of his uncle’s shoes in the hallway once and a quick look at the label had confirmed that the 60 year-old really had size 17 feet, despite his meek stature. Though Dom found that Chester looked a bit beefier than usual. Had he been working out?
As it turned out the mansion was on top of a hill and the way from the estate agent’s office included a steep street, not that Chester’s car had any struggle with it. Actually it was quite the opposite. He accelerate so much that Dom was pressed back in his seat, only just noticing that his head didn’t sit quite as much above the end of the car seat as usual or that the higher they drove up the hill, the further down he slid at the leather seat, until his head was barely at the bottom of the headrest.
What he did notice though was that he had to crane his neck upwards to look at his uncle’s face. The old man was really a behemoth. “How tall are you again, Uncle Chester?” The older man had to wrinkled his forehead as he tried to remember. “Something like 7 feet, maybe a little more?”, he answered, clearly not sure of his exact height himself. Dom just gulped. His uncle was a tower, especially compared to the 5′8″ figure of his nephew. And even though Dom was still more muscular, probably because he was younger, the older man had an impressive body for his age.
It seemed like they had been driving far to fast, since a police car pulled them over not much later. Chester didn’t seem to worry much and why would he. He had a ton of money and could probably pay any fine they imposed on him. Dom on the other hand wasn’t nearly as confident, throwing nervous glances over to his uncle.
The officer ordered Chester to lower his window by gesture. “You have been driving nearly 20 mph too fast back there. Do you have anything to justify yourself?”, the policeman asked. “Sorry officer, but I just bought this car and can’t really assess it’s velocity. My doctor also said I have this thing called shaky feet and that’s a little hindering while driving.”, Chester justified himself. The cop just rolled his eyes. “Your driver’s license please.” Obediently Chester gave him the document. “So you’re 15, is that right?”, the man asked and Chester almost wanted to correct him, but neither Chester nor Don found themselves able to. “Yeah that’s right.”, Chester’s, or as he preferred to be called, Chez’ booming bass broke the silence, while the policeman noted the young millionaire’s particulars.
“I’ll turn a blind eye this time, Chez, but next time I’ll have to give you a fine. By the way, are you still in for Maria’s birthday present?”, the cop asked. “The threeway? Sure thing, bro, but seriously can’t you get your wife other presents than this?”, Chez responded, giving his hefty bulge an effective grab, resulting in the young cop rolling his eyes, “Anyway, see you later in the gym, bro.” And with that words, Chez closed the window and started the car again.
When they were nearly at their destination, Chez finally finished his overly long and graphic story about the night before. “Well long story short, girls just can’t resist this face. I’m sure you were like that when you were younger too, Uncle Donald.” The elderly Donald just smirked. In his younger days Donald had been quite the player, despite his relatively small height. He had been quite well in shape, though not as incredibly muscular as his nephew. But that was to be expected, after all Chez had made a fortune with his own line of gyms, for which he was the poster boy.
Finally they drove up the driveway of the new mansion. The house really was huge and the garden surrounding it was too. Just when Chez pulled the car over in front of the front door, he turned over to his uncle. “I think you have a crumb in your beard. Let me remove it.”, he said and reached over to remove said object from Donald’s beard. Only that he didn’t only pull out the crumb, but pulled the whole beard off his uncle’s face with it.
The two of them couldn’t even comprehend what happened when the beard sunk into Chez’ hand and pushed out of the gym owner’s lantern jaw, forming a dense forest of black hair pushed out of his lantern jaw and coating it in a perfect designer stubble.
Just when the strange event ended, not that either of the two men remembered it, Chez’ girlfriend pushed the front doors open. Immediately the hunky jock left the car and ran towards her. “I missed you so much, baby. The house is amazing, thanks for selling it to me.”, Chez said. “No problem, baby. And sorry I couldn’t lower the price any more.”, Lucy, his girlfriend replied. “No problem, after all you made up for it that night.”
Several days later, Lucy laid on the terrace and watched Chez swim through the mansion’s large pool. The large muscles of his back and powerful are arms bulged extremely as he did in the large swimming pool. She smiled wickedly at how well her plan, making the older man sign a contract to get him the manliness of his nephew, had worked out. The former Dom, now Donald, still lived with them, but the many rooms of the house allowed them to still have sex whenever they wanted.
The imposing figure of the muscular jock escaped the water and as he climbed the stairs up to her, the bulge in his tight speedo bouncing seductively. As he stood before her, Lucy pulled out the still wet, monstrous tool from it’s constricting prison and started massaging it. A deep moan escaped the gym owner’s lips as he easily lowered the girl and himself down onto another lounger that would probably break from their passionate and intense love making.
Just before he pushed his humongous cock into her awaiting pussy, the estate agent whispered into Chester’ ear: “You and your uncle should really start reading the fine print.” Then he finally pushed in and her body exploded with bliss.