At 6:45, my phone rang, waking me up. Michael and I had fallen asleep in the New Barn after tending to a hurt mama cow during her birth. Well - that and after some fantastic man-on-man sex.
"Hello," I said into the receiver.
Tammy's sweet and sexy voice came on the line and said, "Dean, honey, you've been gone all night! Is everything ok? Where is Michael?"
I explained to her that everything was indeed alright, but that my mama cow had been hurt; the vet did visit, and then she went into labor and had a baby heifer, but we stayed in the barn as a preventive measure, watching over mama cow and baby heifer.
"Well, I'm glad both are doing ok, but you must be exhausted! I'm on my way out to the Library Board Meeting and then to the hospital. I made fresh coffee. Let's talk more about this tonight." And just like that, Tammy's day of volunteering had begun.
Michael and I waited about thirty more minutes before we took the Gator back to the house for our coffee.
Once there, I went into the master bedrooms bathroom and took a long hot shower washing away the cum that I had been bathed in earlier.
Returning to the kitchen, only wearing my white terrycloth robe, I didn't even bother to tie the belt. I felt comfortable, and frankly, my cock felt good, hanging down freely.
Michael had made biscuits and sausage gravy, and we ate a hearty meal. And I washed mine down with hot coffee with Baileys.
"That's Matthew," Michael said enthusiastically when the buzzer went off, notifying me someone was at the main gate.
I buzzed him in, and he drove up and parked as we watched, me in my robe and Michael in his underwear.
Naturally, Michael had on boxer briefs, but his well-toned, tanned body looked sexy as hell in dark blue briefs with white trim. His bulge was very impressive, also.
"Damn, men! I heard you two had quite the night!" Matthews's voice was always projected as he spoke. "Dad, you're hanging out of that worn-out old robe. And I swear that thing needs a helmet. Doesn't it bump into things as you walk?"
"You know, for a hundred years now, we have watched you walk around the house in that kind of robes, that dick flopping back and forth, and we once imagined how heavy it must be. You know what? This one time, we both put on a pair of your boxers, then stood in front of the full-length mirror just to see how much we would need to grow to match your length!" Michael's confession surprised me.
It surprised me because I had watched Matthew and Michael grow up. Their dicks were always an impressive size, and they never had anything to be ashamed of.
"You two always had big ole dicks! I watched you grow as we showered. Shit. But I know you both love this!" and with that, I reached in and pulled my cock out and stroked it several times, looking down at it and saying, "But I have got to admit this is a monster!"
Matthew asked, "Does it piss you off that Angels is like a half-inch longer than you?"
I looked up at Michael and frowned, he was smiling wide, and I said, "Fuck that half-inch! Look how thick this cock is! Wrap your smart-ass lips around this bitch, and then ask me what pisses me off!"
Michael said, "You need to strip, big brother! You have on too many clothes!" and then removed his boxers, throwing his underwear and hitting Matthew in the face with his navy blue briefs.
Matthew attempted to chase after Michael, who was then nude, but Michael ran out the kitchen door, across the patio, into the Club House, with Matthew following him.
I poured myself another cup of coffee, added a shot of Baileys, then put on my terrycloth and houseshoes and walked across the patio, in 30-degree weather, and into the Club House.
Flashes of my first encounter with Tyler and Jacob flashed through my memory as I entered the door. On the same bed the boys had once slept on, Matthew and Michael were in a 69 position, sucking cock as only a Daniels bloodline should.
What I didn't know was that Angel was already in the Club House--sitting in a wingtip chair, naked, stroking his long brown dick and smiling at me.
I look over at the bed, and I see Matthew straddling Michael's face, standing on the bed while Michael is sitting up, leaning against the headboard with Matthew's long, thick penis in his mouth.
"What the fuck is that," I ask Angel, nodding my head in their direction.
"Who the fuck knows," was his reply. "Matthew chased him in here, and that's how they ended up. What's under that robe?"
"Your morning sausage," I answered!
I walked over to the chair Angel was sitting in directly before him and untied my robe.
