It was 3:44 a.m. when I walked into our bedroom. Tammy was sleeping peacefully, so I went straight into the bathroom. I stripped while the hot water steamed up the shower, and then I walked under the jets. My mind was running in overdrive, replaying the deflowering of Shiro's tight ass.
I had to wash the scent of Shiro off me. His flower, lavender maybe, scented soap mixed with our sweat, cum, and his ass, my ass, needed to be washed down the drain.
I found it strange, exciting, and thrilling that the first dick a 26-year-old Japanese man had ever touched was mine! I laughed and said out loud, "I hope that fucker doesn't think everyone has a monster cock like this!"
I secretly said thanks that I had been born blessed with a massive dick and tried to imagine life with only a mushroom head that looked like a baby bird in a sparse nest.
Naturally, that only made my cock hard! Cupping my balls, l rolled them around in my hand, using the Old Spice Soap. I made a mental note to tell Shiro that's what he needs to start using; it is my favorite scent.
My hand slid up to my shaft, which I twirled around a few times, pulling up to my stomach, letting it fall as I cupped my balls once again. After several playful times of this, I pumped my eight-and-a-half-inch hard-as-nails cock into an organism. Hot, thick cum shot out of my dick and landed on the shower floor while the memories of Shiro's deflowering played over and over in my head.
At 4:06 a.m., I crawled into bed. My semi-wet body felt great under the satin sheets as my head fell into my feathered pillow, and I slept.
The 6:00 alarm sounded too soon, and Tammy snuggled into next to me, laying her head on my chest; her hand moved to my crotch, and she stroked Bruiser to a full erection.
"Did you kill the wild bore," she asked.
I replied, "No. But I did find a big ass cat. I'll have to return tonight to see if I can tame the damn thing, or fuck, whatever I can do to it."
Slapping my chest with the hand that was just stroking my penis, Tammy sat up and said, "Go get 'em, hunter. You can do it!"
I smiled at the use of my tangled words!
As she climbed out of bed, I pushed the covers down past my knees and said, "What the fuck? Aren't you going to finish what you started?" I was pointing at my fully erect cock, the one-eyed snake that was standing to attention.
She simply laughed as she went into the bathroom and closed the door.
I stood, dressed in my terrycloth robe, and texted Angel.
"I fucked the Jap. He was a virgin. He has never touched a dick before. He sucked like a pro in no time. He has a tight man-pussy; you'll learn on your own while he is only a pussy boy. We own him now. In all honesty, he is a good kid. You need to check on him. Be the good guy. The door has been opened. Tell me how you want it to go from now. I'm staying at home today. Shiro is yours today. I will text Rusty to run the ranch."
After making coffee in the kitchen, I took the coffee pot, cups, and Baileys out to the sunroom on a tray. I sat in my reclining patio chair to let my hard dick air out while I sipped my hot toddie, naturally stroking Bruiser.
----------- Meanwhile. Shiro's day had started.
Shiro....
What Dean didn't realize was that I knew he had entered my room and read my journal. I was expecting a conversation with Dean, and we did have the conversation last night. But we also had more. We had sex! The sex was better than I imagined it would ever be!
Dean was caring and considerate. He didn't laugh at my weakness, which I was hiding from other men for my whole life.
This morning, I woke up satisfied. After I wrote in my journal, I remembered the last words Dean said to me before he left, so I decided to start showering in the New Barn. I left my cabin and drove to the barn. I parked the truck near the barn entrance and went inside. The bathroom design is similar to the one in my stepfather's mansion, but the size is much bigger. I assume it allows over ten big masculine ranch hands to shower simultaneously. I removed my clothes and stood under one of the shower nozzles, letting the heated water wake up my body.
It was foolish of me not to realize I might share the room with others, and then Angel came inside. I was doing my regular showering routine, my back towards him and the door. If you didn't know, I preferred to masturbate in showers. It was convenient and private, except this time, it was not private. I was interrupted by the sound, turned my head, and found Angel's mischievous smile.
"Your hand is still holding your prick." He said in a light tone, as it happened so often; his face showed no surprise in my masturbating. He simply seemed to think that masturbating in showers was normal.
"Excuse me, Sir Angel. You have misunderstood. I am just cleaning my private parts." I replied, blushing, hoping I had convinced him his eyes had been tricked. I hoped the steam of the hot water was a good cover.
"Oh? You must do it properly then. Allow me to show you." Angel actually didn't wait for my permission. He walked straight to me and stood very close behind me, His chest against my back. I was still in shock, and it was too late to resist. I had to accept the situation, and I did ask him to stop.
He wrapped his arms around me, and his hands went directly to my nut sack. My balls were rolling between his fingers, professionally being massaged by his strong yet soft fingers.
