Christmas Night was coming to a close.
The kitchen had been cleaned; the dining room dishes put away, present after present loaded into the recipient's automobile, and we had moved our gifts onto the pool table or taken them to our master bedroom, so the massive amounts of wrapping paper or gift bag tissue could be trashed. People were finally saying their goodbyes to head home.
Tammy approached me and said, "Tyler wants to spend the night here. Do you care? I mean after, well, you know. Do you mind, honey?"
I said, "No. Why would I care? It's a pretty normal thing for him to do. Shit, Tammy. Nothing has changed. He is who he has always been. However, I do want to talk to Matthew. I'll be right back."
Tammy nodded her head, gave me a loving kiss, and said, "That's how I feel, Dean. But I wasn't too sure how you felt. You can sometimes be a difficult man to understand." Then she smiled her beautiful smile and watched as I walked away.
I went outside and found Matthew and said, "Your mom said Ty wants to stay here. What's up? Anything? Are y'all good?"
Matthew said, "We are fine. Sure, he can stay. He drove here in his own car. After everything that was said, he most likely craves your approval, Dad. It might be tomorrow morning before, well, you know. I'm sure he will want to, well you know that too. Maybe you can take him down to the New Barn. But you should talk to him one-on-one."
I replied, "Yes. I got you. And I do know."
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Finally, everyone was gone. The lights were off in the house; it was dark inside, Tammy had taken her nightly meds and was fast asleep, and I was horny and rock hard!
I slid out of bed and into my red terrycloth bathrobe, eased out of our master bedroom and up the back stairs, and made my way down the long upstairs hall to the last door on the left.
The large bedroom that my son Matthew grew up in. The bedroom where I found Playboy magazines and the Penthouse Forum letters and condoms, Vaseline in his nightstand drawer, crusty washcloths in his attached bathroom, and much much more, all when Matthew was a teenager. The room where I would see his jock straps on the floor or his long john underwear in the hamper and think about sniffing them, but never did. I didn't want to be 'that dad'.
Now I am on my way to that very room where I know I am going to fuck my grandson, Matthew's firstborn son, and all the while knowing I had already fucked and pissed on his dad's sexy body only this afternoon. Matthew, earlier today in the New Barn, and I had had sex, and Tyler's dad had eaten my ass. And I had fucked his. And now I blow plan to nut in Tyler's man pussy. I reflected on how times had changed on this ranch.
I am 'that dad and grandpa,' and the boys, men, I should say, all love me!
I didn't knock on the door; I just opened it and walked into the room, closing it behind me and sliding the deadbolt to lock, ensuring our privacy.
Across the room, away from the bed, on the dresser, a small lamp was on, giving the room a soft glow of light but not bright at all.
Laying across the bed, barely covered by a sheet, Tyler was propped up on a pillow, awake and wearing a light pink lacy slip that I could see and sexy matching panties that I later found.
"Hi, Grandaddy. I've been waiting for you. I knew you would come to me during the night."
Tyler moved around, stretching out long ways across the bed, his head hanging off the side, and opened his mouth wide.
I walked up to the edge of the bed, opened my robe, and guided my stiff, long eight-and-a-half-inch, thick as a tree stump cock straight down his throat, causing him to gag only once, and without a word said, I began the brutal face fucking of my precious little queer grandsons throat.
