Skip ahead to the afternoon test-drive.

"Coming out, Hank," Jim Walker said. He pinched the base of his cock and laid the palm of his other hand at the top of Hank's butt crease.

"Okay pal," Hank said. He held steady, standing braced against the wall as his friend's cock slid out from his ass. "Whoo-hh. Ah. Nice."

"Without a doubt," Jim said. Jim's slim cock sprang up, fully erect after their brief connection. He stepped to the side and did a little clean-up.

Hank's cock was mostly erect, pointing out and down as he stood bent over. The thick shaft with its prominent head glistened with lube from the hand-strokes Jim had given him during their demonstration fuck.

Hank looked over his shoulder. "So what do you think, Pete?" he asked.

Jim's son Peter was the guest of honor for this little gathering Jim and Hank had arranged.

"Wow," Peter said. He'd had a glimpse of his dad and Hank getting off together during the cruise, but Peter had been too busy with his girlfriend and their newfound friends Bryan and Kathryn to really watch. This time Peter had had a ringside seat as his father fucked his longtime friend Hank up the ass and stroked Hank's cock. A seat in a manner of speaking. Peter had walked around to see the coupling from every angle.

"You ready for your turn, Pete?" Hank asked. "You're the man of the hour. Line it up."

Peter stepped up behind Hank and got into position, his erection in hand.

"Hang on a sec," Jim said. He stepped up and checked Peter and Hank. "More lube." Jim stroked thick, slippery lube onto his son's shaft and added a little squirt to Hank's opening.

"Thanks, Dad," Peter said. He eased forward, trying to find the right angle.

"I gotcha," Hank said. He reached back to put Peter's cock on target. "There. Ready, Pete?"

"Uh-huh," Peter said. Peter felt Hank's ring press back at his cock head. "Wow."

"Back door's open, come on in," Hank said.

Peter pressed forward. His slim cock easily penetrated the older man, and Hank's snug ring slid up his shaft. "Oh," Peter sighed.

"Ahh." Peter's girlfriend Sandy echoed his sigh. She sat close, watching as Peter began his "test drive". Sandy felt a sympathetic tingle in her backside. She enjoyed receiving Peter anally, and appreciated her sister Peggy's demonstration that had prepared Sandy to give her anal virginity to Peter with comfort and pleasure.

Hank groaned as he received Peter's cock. He brought his hand forward to brace both against the wall.

Peter felt Hank's ass hot and snug on his cock. Hank was a little more heavily built than Peter's dad, but Hank's ass felt just as good to Peter as Jim's had last night.

"Fuck," Peter said.

Hank laughed. "Yup, that's what it is. Welcome aboard!"

"Thanks!"

"How's it feel, Pete?" asked Jim, who had just been up Hank's alley.

"Fucking great, dad!" Peter said. "I really wanted to be on top for a change. Thanks a, oh, a bunch. And thank you so much, Hank!"

"You got it, Pete. Your graduation present," Hank said.

Peter laughed. "Some, ah, some guys get a car. But this is way more fun."

"Heh, I'm with you there," Hank said. "Time for a drive?"

Jim and Hank coached Peter into a slow, steady thrusting rhythm in Hank's ass.

Sandy watched, fascinated, as Hank's cock bounced with Peter's thrusts.

After their student had delivered a few minutes of steady cock strokes, Jim checked with Hank. "How's he doing?"

"Pete's catching on," Hank said.

"Ready for a reach-around?" Jim asked.

"Yeah," Hank said. "Pete, you know that's an important business principle?"

"Huh?" Peter said.

"Keep fucking me, Pete," Hank said. "Ah, that's good."

Jim said, "Sometimes in business you have to leave someone feeling screwed on the main point of a deal. So always put something in that they feel good about."

"The Reach-Around Principle," Hank said. He laughed. Peter felt the vibrations on his cock. "Lay it on me."

Peter reached around Hank's hip and wrapped his hand around Hank's shaft. Hank's cock was a little soft, but it was thick like Gary's and had a prominent head hooded by the foreskin.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Walker," Hank said.

Peter laughed. "Me too, Mr. Menard," he said. "A lot."

"Long hand strokes," Jim prompted. "Over the head."

Hank's cock started swelling as Peter stroked it. It was slippery from Jim's demonstration earlier. As Hank's cock hardened in Peter's hand, the feel reminded Peter of his friend Gary, Hank's son. Gary liked those long hand strokes.

"Yeah, Pete," Hank said. "You got it. Keep going like that."

"Ahhh," Peter sighed. His left hand gripped Hank Menard's hip, while his right hand reached round and under to stroke Hank's thick shaft. Hank's ass was hot and tight around Peter's cock as Peter fucked his friend's dad.

"Doing good," Hank said.

"Huh, uh-huh?" Peter said.

"Really good. For a beginner," Hank said. "I'm just your second?"

"Ohhh," Peter sighed. "Asses. Two guys. Dad. You. Two girls. So good. So good. Ohhh. Ah." Hank shifted and Peter suddenly went deeper. "Wow!" Peter said.

"Oh!" Hank said. "Oh that's good. More like that. Faster."

"Yeah," Peter said. "Yeah. Oh I'm gonna..."

"Do it," said Hank.

"Pete ought to feel you come," Jim told Hank. "You first." He reached under Peter's stroking hand and tugged on the thick skin of Hank's heavy balls.

"Oh!" Hank said.

Jim rolled his thumb and fingers together, feeling Hank's balls tighten.

"Gonna..." Peter said.

"Keep jacking, Pete. Faster, right on the head," Jim said. He tugged on Hank's ball skin.

Peter shifted his hand and rubbed quick short strokes over the broad crown of Hank's cock.

"Uh..." Hank said.

"Ahhh..." Peter's voice rose to a loud moan. His posture tensed, but his hips kept thrusting and his hand kept stroking Hank's cock head. The fingers of Peter's other hand dug into Hank's butt, holding on tight.

"Yes!" Sandy said. She loved watching Peter's face just as he hovered on the edge.

"AH!"

It was Hank who came first, braced against the wall with Peter's young cock spearing his ass and Peter and Jim's hands working his cock. Hank's cock jumped and covered Peter's hand with thick white semen.

"Got you!" Jim told his old friend. He kept tugging on Hank's balls.

With Hank's spurting cock in his hand and Hank's ass squeezing his cock, Peter went past the point of no return.

"AHHHHH!" Peter cried as his cock fired off up Hank's ass. Peter thrust deep with each spurt and Hank moaned with the strokes, still coming.

Sandy held a hand over her mouth, holding back her desire to cheer the men's orgasms. Last night she'd seen Peter penetrate his first man -- his dad Jim -- and come right away. Today Peter held on long enough for his partner to get off. She smiled. The test drive that Jim and Hank had set up for her boyfriend had been a roaring success. She was glad for Peter. Peter enjoyed sex with his friend Gary -- she'd watched Peter come on Gary's cock -- but Gary was never open to switching places.

Peter slumped forward, resting his weight on Hank's back, trembling as his tensed muscles relaxed. Hank bore the younger man's load easily, his hands and feet securely planted.

After a minute, Jim helped Peter and Hank ease apart. They reconvened in the large shower stall of the master bathroom, but it was strictly for a wash-up. Though Jim was still sporting an erection, and Peter's was starting to rise again.

"Great job, Peter," Hank said, patting him on the shoulder. "Why don't you and Sandy go down and say hi to everyone. I'm going to go collect another nap," Hank said. "Your dad can grab you an extra robe."

Jim and Peter wrapped up in terrycloth robes while Hank headed back to bed, not quite caught up from yesterday's long travel day back from their interrupted cruise. Jim and Peter had gotten lucky and had an earlier flight, so they were better rested.

They looked back in Hank's office where they had set up Peter's "test drive", but Sandy had gone somewhere else in the house.

"Guess we've got to go find everyone," Peter said.

"Do you know if everyone's here?" Jim asked. "Gary might be off for a drive, maybe with Bernie and Lil."

Peter laughed. "I guess we were in a hurry to get things started earlier, and we missed what people were up to."

Jim laughed. "Serve us right if we trip over a party. Or if it's just us."

It was warm in the house, the summer heat wave still holding.

"Let's go get something to drink," Peter said.

"Suits me," his dad said.

Peter and Jim Walker headed toward Hank and Veevee's kitchen in search of a cool drink.