Grandpa D and His Ranch

I was standing, looking out the window, past the grounds towards the open field in my robe, which was untied and hung open in the front.

As I scratched my balls, I could feel my cock pump up a little, but it wasn't hard.

I heard Tammy walking towards me, but I didn't move. I just took a long sip of my coffee, which naturally had Baileys Irish Creme in it.

"Dean! Tie your robe before someone sees you. Who knows when Angel might walk in?" Tammy said.

"He's already been here. He walked in when I was looking out the window. When I turned around, he got a hell of a view. I think he left in shock," I said.

Tammy had a look of concern on her face and asked, "He actually saw your pee-pee?"

"He did. Hell, Tammy, he has one too. I'm sure..."

Tammy cut me off and said, "I'm sure he does! But I doubt it is a baseball bat like yours!"

I chuckled and thought to myself, 'If she only knew.'

Tammy continued to express her disturbance about my constant nudity, saying a lone robe isn't clothing, etc., etc., and how embarrassed she is that our son-in-law saw my exposed 'geneticals.'

I had finally had enough and said, "Hell, Tammy, it is a fucking dick! He is a man; he has one, and we literally extract semen from bulls in the barn! I think the dumb son of a bitch will survive! If he's embarrassed, it could only mean he has a tiny wiener!"

Tammy settled down and said, "I'm late for the library meeting. I'll be home around six."

She kissed me goodbye after pulling my robe together and clicked her heels towards the garage.

After backing her Navigator out of the garage, she dialed me on the phone.

"Hello."

In her sweetest voice, Tammy said, "Honey, I'm sorry for overreacting. I know men are sometimes intimated by other men's equipment, and I know how impressive yours is! I was afraid Angel might feel inadequate, which might scare him, you know, seeing his wives daddies massive manhood and all."

I chuckled and said, "Tammy, honey, I'm sure he will be fine. I'll see you tonight."

I poured myself another drink, more Baileys than coffee this time, downed the entire cup, and leaned back to relax.

I was startled awake by Byron, our "pool boy." Byron is probably 22, a senior at the local college, and works at Hills Pools to help with expenses.

"Um, Mr. Daniels? Sir? Your gate was open, and I just came on in..." Byron stuttered.

I jumped up, robe still open, exposing my hard dick, and said, "What the fuck? Was the gate was open, and the alarm..."

I immediately looked at my monitor, and he was correct. The gate had been left open, and the alarm was not activated. I was more in shock than disbelief. I was usually more mindful of this matter!

"I'm sorry, son, I didn't realize; well, it is fine. I just wasn't expecting anyone," I said.

I poured myself another Baileys, raised the cup to my lips to drink the creme, my robe open, my dick hard, and watched as Byron slightly licked his lips as his eyes narrowed as he stared at my rock-hard dick.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, son? Or would you prefer to suck my dick?" I asked as I began to stroke my long, eight-and-a-half-inch dick.

Byron blinked a couple of times, looked into my eyes, and asked, "I'm sorry, sir, what did you say?"

I sat back down on the chaise, putting one leg on each side of it, my cock fully exposed, and said, "I didn't stutter. I simply asked you if you wanted coffee or cock."

"Mr. Daniels, sir, I, I..."

"Call me Grandpa D and come over here," I said firmly.

Byron practically ran to my side.

I electronically closed the gate, set the alarm, and then leaned back and said, "Son, something besides the pool needs to be cleaned today. And I have five one hundred dollar bills to pay for the job."

Byron asked, "Sir, are we here alone? I mean, I know you have a big family and all..."

I interrupted Byron and said, "Yes, son. We are here alone. I've seen you look at me before, but not Melissa. That tells me you like dick. Suck my cock, you fucking faggot! You know you want it!"

Byron dropped to his knees and took my dick into his hand, looked me in the eyes, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed my big dick!

Pulling back, Byron said, "My god, your cock is huge, sir!"

I leaned against the back of the chaise and closed my eyes. I took in a deep breath and asked myself, 'What the fuck are you doing, Dean? Isn't your family enough? What the hell?'

I opened my eyes and looked down at the magnificent 22-year-old stud, the beautiful young man who was working eagerly to satisfy my eight-and-a-half-inch penis.

I ran my hands through his hair, letting my fingers gently stroke his cheeks, and I said, "Son, you are fine cock sucker! Damn, you are handsome and have a good body too. You're a stereotypical faggot, so suck that cock that you crave!"

But I wasn't really into it. I kept thinking about this morning when Angel came to the house at 5:30, hours before Tammy was awake, and our conversation.

My cock was hard and needed attention, but Angel said he wasn't 'in the mood' because of Jacob and Adam and the fact he had fucked them both at 2 a.m.

When I asked about my hard dick, he only chuckled and said, "Dean, your cock is always hard. You'll be ok."

Not that he was wrong, but fuck! I stay horny too!

That did it! I realized I was going to fuck this hunk!

"Son, stop and come with me. Holy fuck, you're hot, and you do have one fine ass. I believe I need to breed that hole!"

Byron smiled and said, "Sir, you can do whatever you want..."

I laughed and said, "Damn right, I can."

We entered The Club House, and I disrobed

after I took a long swig of Jack Daniels Whiskey and watched as Byron put his thumbs on each side of his bright yellow swim trunks and pushed them to the floor, exposing his beautifully trimmed private parts.

His erect dick appeared to be an average seven inches in length, with a nice size girth, and shaved low hanging balls.

Looking at Byron, I realized how nervous he was, and I walked over to him and said, "Listen, son. There is the door," and pointed to it. I continued looking at him and said, "Leave now, and all is forgotten, or stay; it is just beginning."

Byron said, "I'm good, sir. I, I think I'll stay."

I said, "You fucking faggot. You like this cock, don't you? You want it, right? Tell me you do!"

"Yes, sir, I do. I do," Byron groaned.

I pulled him towards me; his rock-solid body, tanned from the summer sun after cleaning numerous swimming pools in the area, that was slick from sun tanning oil he had applied earlier. I could feel his heart beating faster, and see the nervous tremble of his hands, the sweat beading around his temples, and the eagerness in his eyes, and I kissed him.

My tongue darted in and out of his mouth as I pulled him tighter into me, my hard dick pressing against his toned stomach, my hands grabbing his tight, buff ass as his body softened under my touch.

I pushed walked him towards the kitchenette, my tongue darting in and out of his mouth, my raging hard cock against his naval, my left finger against the tender, soft pink pucker of his ass, and I opened the top cabinet door with my right hand.

I punched the digits to the cabinet safe, opened the door, and pulled out the plastic caddy that held several bottles of poppers, a bag of laced gummies, and several boxes of Durex XXL condoms, along with a few butt plugs, and an assortment of other pleasantries.

I opened a bottle of poppers, raised it to Byron's nose, and told him to breathe as I reached for a condom.

Before he took in a breath, he said, "No. Please, no condom. I want to feel you raw!"

Then he took a deep, long drag into each nostril that made his head spin.

I dropped the condom box and pushed walked him back to the bed.

I said, "You're quite the faggot, aren't you, punk? You want this big old cock shoved into your ass, don't you, bitch? You want me to be your daddy and fuck that pussy you have?"

Byron surprised me by saying, "Yes, sir, I do. I do. Will it hurt? What do I do first?"

I put the poppers back under his nose and said, "Breathe!"

He did.

Then he said, "I've never done anything with a man before. Never, sir. Never. But holy fuck, I want you to fuck my virgin ass! Please! And I never smelt anything like that in that bottle before. Man! I feel so good. My head is.... man, I'm spinning!"

I raised off of him and asked, "Never?"

He said, "No! But, sir, I want it. Fuck I want it! But we can't tell my girlfriend! Or your wife!"

I said, "Shit, no, we cannot! Fuck! Youre a virgin? I mean, your ass is virgin? Damn, my boys are going to love you! They won't believe this shit!"

"Your boys? No sir, I've never done anything gay! But. I mean, Sir, oh fuck I want you to fuck me. Please? Will you? But your boys, you would tell them? I mean, like I don't understand!"

I looked down at this handsome stud who was a virgin, wanting me to fuck him, who had just been introduced to poppers, and I said, 'my boys'. Shit! What was I going to do?

I jumped up and off the bed, pulled his head to the edge of the bed, slapped my nut sack across his face, and said, "Meet my boys faggot! Suck the balls that hold them! Open your mouth and swallow one side of my nut bag!"

Smiling, Byron's mouth opened, and he engulfed as much of the low-hanging balls as he could as I slapped his chin with Bruiser. I said, "Yeah. I'm going to fuck you up."

I ate two gummies, took a deep drag from the poppers bottle, and threw his ass long ways on the bed. I raised both his muscular, tanned legs over his head, bent down, and began eating out his pink-pucked man pussy hole, as his hands held his legs high.

Byron moaned out in pure pleasure and mumbled, "Yes, yeah. Oh god, yeah..."

With his ass good and wet, I raised on my knees, leaned across him, aimed my cock at his tight wet hole, and asked him, "Son? Is this what you want? Do you want me to fuck you?"

Without hesitation, Byron said, "Yes. It is. I want it. Fuck me, please!"

I took my cock in my hand, lined the head of my long, thick dick up with his hole, and told him to push out as I pushed in.

He obliged.

As my dick entered the tight, virgin hole of the super hot, studly virgin man underneath me, my mind went into overdrive.

All I could do was picture Angel, my Angel, 300 yards away from me, in onevof his sons bedroom, at two o'clock in the morning fucking not only Jacob but also Adam. Twenty-seven inches of big, thick dark brown dick between the three of them, balls knocking and thrust after thrust of cock in the ass. Cock in the mouth. Cock. Cock. And more cock!

I know Angel. I know how he fucks. I could only imagine his dark dick banging one boy, then the other. I could see Jacob over his brother, guiding his dick, also dark brown, into his brother's mouth as his dad's dick was up his brother's ass.

Image after image of their fucking, their sucking, their lovemaking played in my head over and over before I realized the moans and groans that were escaping the throat of the virgin boy's throat were more of a painful sound than that of pleasure!

I suddenly realized that his tight, virgin hole had accepted my eight-and-a-half-inch long dick. The same dick that had a eight-inch grith. That his ass was taking a brutal bashing for the first time, and the young punk had to be in pain.

I pulled up and out of his ass, rolled over, and told him to get up and stand on the floor.

Confused, he didn't argue, only compiled.

I moved the end of the bed, and sitting up, I spread my strong, muscular legs wide and told him to come and suck my dick.

As soon as he was between my legs, I once again gave him the poppers bottle to breathe before I parted his lips with the head of my cock. I let him deep-throat Brusier, watching as he took my entire cock not only in his mouth but down his throat, amazed that he could swallow the whole thing and not gag!

My only thought was that Byron Jones was a natural born cock sucker!

His eyes watered, his throat gurgled, and his eagerness was appreciated, but I too often had to remind him to be mindful of his teeth!

I put my hands under his armpits and pulled him up. I applied a generous amount of KY Jelly on my penis, using my right hand to stroke myself, and I took the extra and applied it to Byron's asshole.

I knew his tight virgin ass needed to be well lubed for the pounding assault I was about to instill on this young man's man-pussy.

I told Byron to turn around and sit back on my cock. Bruiser was standing out to full attention, at full mass, almost as thick in girth as he is in length, and was waiting, well lubed with KY and dripping precum out of his piss slit, and waited for Byron's hole to enter.

I said, "Sit down here, son. Let this dick enter that hole. I'm going to let you ride me, faggot. Use your ass to fuck this cock, bitch! Fuck me queer!"

Byron responded by saying, "I'm your bitch! I'll be your whore! Your queer! Call me what you want, just fuck my ass, Mr. Dean!"

I said, "Call me Daddy, you faggot! I'll fuck you like your my boy, and you'll love me like I'm your old man!"

Byron sat back, straddled my cock, and the well-lubed organ throbbed as it anticipated entering the pink hole that is Byron's puss!

He pushed out, I pushed in, and my cock stretched out Byron's ass as my dick sank further and further into the bowls of his body.

I let Byron rise until just the tip of my cock was in his ass, then pulled him back down until I was once again buried in him.

I allowed him to learn just how high he could rise up and then sat back, burying my dick into his ass. He learned like a champ and was soon a pro at riding my big, thick dick!

And then it happened! I hit his G-spot. The spot sent shivers through his entire body, making him shake, raddle, and roll.

And roll, he did. Literally. Onto the floor.

Byron's ass was now high in the air, and he was on all fours. His elbow held him up while he was on his knees.

I dropped down to one knee, guided my dick back into his ass, and started the slaughter of breeding his hole. I knew I was hitting his special spot, and Byron was panting and taking in deep breathing, and he shouted loudly, "Daddy! Daddy! Oh, fuck my...."

And cum started blasting out of Byron's manhood.

I knew he was feeling relief, a pleasurable relief that was overwhelming and sending him into a blinding rage of emotions.

I'm not too sure he didn't black out for a few minutes even. Byron's cum shot out of his penis, as rope after rope of his white man milk pooled on the cement floor of The Club House.

"Daddy? Cum in me, Daddy!" Byron shouted.

I continued to thrust my cock into his ass, his ass that was now the pussy I owned, and I said, "I'm breeding your ass faggot!"

My load of hot, sticky, sweet, and salty man milk started shooting out my piss slit into his ass. One, two, three, four, and more shots blew into his hole before I pulled out, flipped him over on the floor, and pushed my dick into the depths of his throat, allowing Byron to swallow the last of my man-made milk.

I collapsed backward onto the bed, on my back, and said, "Byron, what have we done?"

Byron crawled onto the bed beside me and surprised me by taking Bruiser into his mouth one final time, swallowing the semi-erect shaft before falling to my side and saying, "Daddy, that was the best sex I've ever had. Can we do it again sometime?"

I was thinking, 'How can I introduce you to the boys?'

But then I decided he was my secret. My virgin faggot. My overcompensating cock sucker. My secret I wanted to keep private.

So I said, "Hell yes. I've never fucked a dude before. You'll be my secret."