So, when I fucked Brock, it seemed I grew a little bit more defined, and a little bit more size, too. But no further changes mentally. And Brock...yeah it seems me fucking him also drove his changes further along. It definitely seems like he is getting older. At a pace where I feel like I have to be at least a little bit cautious. I wonder if he's going to be affected by the physiological effects of aging at this rate. If I had to guess... Neil thought through it as Clarissa collected herself and headed home - thoroughly pleased and worn out for the evening. She gave thanks to both Brock and Neil - as well as calling Brock "DILF" (which seemed to confuse Brock) and then headed out. For his part, Neil reclined in bed while Brock was up and posing at his reflection - enjoying his 23 inch arms and muscled physique. He didn't even notice it seemed the gray hairs in the remaining hair on his head, or the widening bald spot.
If Neil had to guess, Brock was in his early to mid fifties now. It was kind of admirable in a way, Neil found himself contemplating as he laid there nude, watching Brock go, that the guy was still in such amazing shape and so firm and rippling.
"Hey," Brock said in a gravelly and deep voice that spoke to his physical age regardless of his mental awareness, "You just sitting down checking yours truly out? Did you like how I gave it to that beauty? I mean, I may not have a monster cock like you, I mean, sheesh man... but I use what I got with a lot of skill."
Yep, he still had the brain of a sex-loving college student. Even if he had the body of that sex-loving college student's older, workout-obsessed dad.
"Whew," Brock breathed and took a seat by Neil, "How about you look for a new friend for our bed, while we get each other moving again." Brock promptly started handling Neil's cock, easily at first, before moving toward jerking it more quickly and urgently. Neil for his part started handling his phone with one hand - while the other darted to Brock's manhood. Ignoring his shrunken balls and focusing on delighting the oversized jock's manhood.
Even as Neil started looking through the contacts he got that night, he was treated to a soundtrack of Brock grunting and groaning, "Ohh...ahh fuck bro, fuck, you got some magical fucking hands..." Neil grinned and responded, "You know it...just don't cum too soon." In part, Neil thought, because he didn't know how resilient Brock might be at this point.
"Oof...hey, I got stamina, I got stamina for days...you're dripping with precum yourself."
Neil did admit he had been getting a little excited as he thought about the transformations, and the results of tonight's first threesome, so he tamped down on that excitement before continuing his one-handed browsing. Eventually he got the job done faster - as someone from among his contacts gained that night gave him a text.
It was Parker, the ruddy brown haired, tanned skinned gymnast. Parker didn't exactly have the kind of mass he or Brock had, but more was built for function, performance, and gymnastic skill. He'd been dressed in a tight tank top that revealed a little bit of Parker's tight, toned midsection, booty shorts, and sneaker shoes. The dashing, blue eyed Parker seemed mischievous, intent, and flirtatious.
[Hey, cmu?]
Once he was sure Brock was good to go, Neil promptly called up Parker's number. The gymnast immediately answered, "Hey, just letting you know I'd be good for some fun tonight if you're down. Just had to settle some stuff on the home front. As far as my girlfriend's concerned, I'm having a night out. She's kind of controlling, hope you can understand."
"Oh, yeah, that can be such bullshit, am I right?"
"Yeah," Parker stated, "Sorry to offload on you, handsome, but there is no way she could accept that I also like men. Religious family BS. I barely get to hit the club without enduring fifty questions. So you down for some fun?"
"Would you mind having a threesome with my bro Brock? Y'know, really big guy from the club?" Neil asked.
"Oh!" Parker snapped his fingers on the other side, "The muscle daddy! Right! He's...your bro? Huh. Yeah, yeah I'm good with that. It'll be my first gay threesome. I've mostly just gone with single men up to now. Honestly kinda exciting. Where's the place?"
To be honest, Neil had no idea Parker had that kind of history going on when the two of them met up at the club. But he supposed that it was natural he didn't just share that kind of thing with anybody. Neil glanced over to a flexing, eager Brock. He then gave Parker the address.
"Alright, I'll be down there. Not too far from my place!" With that, Parker ended the call.
Neil looked over at Brock, who was now doing double bicep flexes in addition to his side chest work. It was pretty clear that even as things proceeded, Brock would remain every bit oblivious. Neil wondered how long the guy would be able to keep this up. It was an interesting moral conundrum. Neil knew from experience now - both at the steam room and at the threesome last time - that it seemed him getting sexually involved with Brock furthered his physical changes. But Neil figured if Brock handled things so well now, he could handle a bit more.
Before long, Neil heard a knock at the door and the sound of Parker's voice on the other end. He hoped things went as well tonight with Parker as they did with Clarissa... well, only one way to find out. And besides, this would be Neil's second gay threesome - after that occasion the same day with Lucas and Brock.
Something to get excited about.