Diamond D Daniels Ranch in Rock County, Texas, is four generations old, founded around 1880 by my Great-Grandparents.
My wife, Tammy, and I live in the home we built in 1988, where we raised our four children, who are now grown, 300 yards from my parent's home, which they built in 1966. My daughter Michelle and her husband Angel De la Cruz now live in my deceased parent's home, which they recently remodeled to make their own. My great grandparents' home, which they built in the late 1800s, is used as a storage overflow about half a mile from our houses. My grandparents' home burned, leaving only a vast brick fireplace standing where a grand home once stood. My daughter and her husband, who I am having an affair with, are the fifth generation to live on the ranch land.
The ranch has recently gone bisexual. Not only are my son-in-law and I having an affair, but also my two sons, my two oldest grandsons, and a Japanese ranch hand join in on playtime with me. Almost all sex, the man-on-man sex, revolves around me.
However, no female has discovered our secret.
It all started when my grandsons turned me out one Saturday in May 2022.
It led to the discovery of the man-on-man sex that has taken place on this ranch starting around the turn of the century. Something I never knew about until after I had become involved with my two eighteen-year-old grandsons, my son-in-law, and finally, my two grown, sexy sons.
It's a pleasurable sin I most definitely love!
I raised my boys like I was raised here on the ranch, not to be shy or ashamed of their bodies. I saw my dad naked nearly every day, and I continued that trend with mine. I just did not know my great-grandpa had abused my Grandpa and my Grandpa had abused my dad. I certainly did not know my Dad had abused my sons! And I did not know my boys had been having sex with each other and fantasizing about me!
Abused is a strong word; It should be replaced with 'loved in a particular manner''.
You can imagine my shock finding out my grandsons had been "playing" these games also!
Lord knows the Daniels men have nothing to be ashamed of! Our penises are above average in size. At least I knew my dad was, I am, and my boys are. Then, I discovered my two oldest grandsons had the same blessings. And recently, I have learned the De la Cruz men have massive cocks, finding Angels to be thick and long. And we can all stay hard for hours and shoot bucket loads of man cum!
Not only are we all physically handsome in looks, but we are also mentally intelligent. We all have muscular, manly features, except for Tyler. He is gorgeous but feminine in appearance, in a pretty way.
I start my mornings early every day with a pot of hot coffee, and I usually add a shot of Bailey's to my cup of hot black coffee. I love beer, Bar-B-Q, and Jack Daniels. I also love to sit outside on the patio or in our newly constructed sunroom in only my terrycloth white bathrobe, usually untied. However, this drives my wife, Tammy, insane! She just knows that someday Angel or one of the other men in the family will see my huge, six-inch-long, five-inch grith when flaccid cock, with a ballsack the size of two hard-boiled eggs, and be stunned. Or jealous.
What she doesn't know is my eight-and-a-half-inch hard cock has been buried balls deep in each man's man-pussy or throat; for one, at least once a day for over a year now!
Today is no different. It was 6:01 a.m. when I crawled out of bed, and by 6:22, I was outside in my robe, in the sunroom, sipping my hot toddie, watching my favorite cable news show, and listening to opposing views of the same topic as yesterday.
By 7:55, Tammy had walked out into the sunroom, dressed in black slacks and a cream turtle neck sweater with a plaid scarf and black high heels, carrying a mink wrap, looking 45, not 60, and told me to tie my robe.
Sitting her cup of unfinished coffee on the table, Tammy leaned in to kiss me goodbye and said, "Dean, tie up. Angel is on his way over."
I knew this, of course. I have an elaborate security system, and I received the notification that someone had entered the defined area and would soon be behind the house.
"Good morning!" Angel always enters with a smile. His masculine, handsome face matches his manly body. His sparkling eyes are captivating.
Tammy replied, "Good morning, dear. Dean, be nice today! You've been so grumpy lately. Angel, the coffee is hot. You two play nice. I'll be home around 6." She waved goodbye, and we watched her ass sway and her heels click towards the garage, then her Lincoln Navigator back out and disappear down the driveway and out the gate. She was on her way to volunteer her time at our local hospital and sell overpriced trinkets out of the gift shop to the guests of its current patients.
Directly after she drove through the gate, I remotely locked the gate, deactivated the code box, and set the security system to sensitive, ensuring our privacy on the property related to our living quarters.
I knew the ranchhands would use their gate, but I would be alerted if they entered my secure area. I also knew our intern, the 26-year-old Japanese man who lived in our bunkhouse and was a sponsored exchange student, had left for his 8:00 class at our local university. Tammy had roped me into letting him move into the bunkhouse here on the ranch because she is his sponsor. I had roped him in his bed at the bunkhouse recently. What I would find out later was Angel had abused him in the shower of the New Barn, but much to Shiro's liking!
I untied my robe; Angel knew the meaning of this act. He stood and undressed. I watched as he disrobed. He watched as my dick grew to its maximum length of eight-and-a-half inches, with a circumference of over six inches, the giant mushroom head being almost one inch on its own.
He walked towards me, his dick now an astonishing nine inches of brown man meat, with freshly trimmed pubic hair, his dick sticking straight ahead, precum already leaking from the piss slit of his large mushroom cock head, his brown smoothly shaved ballsack hanging low. Damn, he looked sexy as fuck!
Today I needed that cock. I knew he needed mine. I stood up seconds before he reached me and pulled him into my arms.
My mouth found his, and my tongue passed his lips; our cocks rubbing together. His chest is solid and masculine, his arm strength is vast, and his leg muscles are tremendous.
We kissed. Then I took his hand and led him into the family room, and we laid down on the thick rug in front of the fireplace, which had a fire burning, and assumed the 69 position.
My cock was as hard as an aged wooden log. Angel was as hard as steel.
We wasted no time in devouring each other's stiff members. We made love to each other's cocks as we have done numerous times.
We blew our loads into each other's mouths, just as we love doing, and then we moved into a spooning position and held each other.
"I love our morning breakfast," Angel said.
"So do I," I replied.
After a few minutes, my cock was once again hard. I had no problem pushing my man meat into Angel's man-pussy. He loves to be fucked.
"Daddy, I love you," Angel whispered.
