I've been at the barn since 2:30 a.m., not the New Barn, but the cattle barn. Last night, I had a mama cow run into a fence and cut herself up pretty bad, and that pushed her into labor.
The vet came out to the ranch and checked her out, making sure she was ok. Michael and his family happened to be here, so Michael agreed to stay and stand watch with me.
It is now 4:30 a.m., and Mama Cow is doing fine, and she has had another baby heifer. Baby Heifer is doing fine, also. All is right in the barn.
"Dad. We have never really talked about, well, you know. And so, I was thinking. Do you want to talk about anything now?" Michael has always been the talker. He has always felt he could reason everything out with a lengthy discussion.
"No." I was determined not to talk.
"No, what?" Michael asked, just as determined to continue this line of conversation.
"No conversation."
We got in the Gator and drove over to the New Barn without either one of us talking.
We were both dirty and tired and smelled like cow shit.
We walked in and stripped, tossing our dirty clothes in the washroom, still not talking.
The hot water suddenly filled the room with steam, and we both lathered up our bodies, standing next to each other naked as jaybirds like we have done a million times.
There was no way of not seeing his beautiful, long, tanned dick. Matthew has always been pussified enough to tan nude!
I knew he was watching me as I cupped my balls and twirled them around in my hand before dropping them and raising my shaft to my belly, only to let the shaft fall as I repeated the process.
He watched with interest as I started pissing down the drain, and after the yellow stream of fluid washed away, and I shook my shaft, he finally spoke. He simply said, "What a dick."
Once Michael was clean and the suds of Old Spice Soap had washed away, he walked over to the sauna, adjusted the electronic thermostat, and walked inside.
I followed.
I had no more than sat down when Michael said, "You've never even tried to make a move on me. What the fuck, Dad! You fucked Matthews's brains out, and you have never even looked at me! Angel? Seriously? But not me?"
"Michael, I love you, but..."
Michael interrupted me, saying, "But? But I am not worthy enough of your special love? Everyone is but me. I get it! No! No, I don't get it! Why am I not worthy of your special love, but everyone else is?"
I said, "Shut the fuck up, you stupid prick!"
Michael stood up to leave, but I said, "Sit the fuck down! Michael, I did not seek out Matthew. He came to me."
Michael said, "I know. But you didn't push him away. You have never..."
I stood up and walked straight into Michael's arms and wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him in a bear hug!
I could feel my dick as it pushed into the hairline of his pubes. I could feel my dick start to harden against his skin. I could feel the muscles of his torso flex and stiffen as I continued to hold him tight. His masculine body was muscular and sexy!
I could feel Michael's hard dick against my ball sack. I could feel Michael touching the muscles of my arms. I could feel Michael's hands move down my forearms, across my thighs, and reach in and tickle my balls.
I leaned my face down, and my tongue parted his lips; my tongue made its way into his mouth. His tongue found mine, and our lips locked, embracing our French kiss.
My hands moved down his body, reaching around and squeezing his ass. For the first time, I was kissing my youngest son as our dicks were hard and pressing against each other.
Michael is almost a carbon copy of Matthew, only six years younger. Matthew is virtually a carbon-carbon copy of me, only twenty years younger.
I released Michael's mouth and gently pushed him down so he was sitting on the bench, his lips almost even with my dick. As I rubbed my hands through the hair on his head, I guided my stiff cock into his mouth.
Michael's tongue, his lips, and his hands on my thighs felt so wonderful. My hands running through his hair, massaging his scalp, felt even better as he made love to my throbbing eight-and-a-half-inch fuck stick with his red lips.
I could feel Michael's beard against my pubes as he deep-throated my cock!
"Oh God, son, that feels fantastic. I had no idea you could suck dick so good. Shit! Yeah. Just like that!" I was in heaven!
Michael had raised up and ran his tongue across my piss slit, then opened the hole with his tongue and sucked the head of my dick lovingly, running his tongue around my one-inch mushroom head, giving it extra attention.
Just as I thought the feeling couldn't intensify anymore, he ran his tongue down the length of my penis, and over and around my ball sack, and then began to suck my left ball as he massaged my right nut. After a few minutes of this, while still sucking my balls, he gently stroked my shaft, running his fingers over my cocks head.
I took Michael by the hand and led him out of the sauna and into the office. In three seconds, I had the newly installed Murphy Bed pulled down, the sheet stretched across it, and Michael on his back!
I spread his legs apart and moved my face between his ass cheeks, burying my tongue in his man-pussy, licking it. His ass smelled and tasted so sweet!
