Grandpa D and His Ranch

I woke up and looked at the clock. It was fifteen minutes after one in the afternoon.

I sat up and looked at Byron's fully tanned body except for his midsection, where he wore his boxer-style swimwear for his job.

He was breathing heavily, but sleeping on his stomach, above the covers, his naked body on full display, his beautiful ass still full of my cum.

I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom to take a piss. Afterward, I stood at the end of the bed and looked at his body. With his legs spread straight out, I could see his shaved balls and his pink hole. He looked to be slightly bruised around his crack, with redness going down his legs. I smiled. I had caused that.

I turned on the lights and said, "Byron! Byron, wake up! Are you ok? Hey, man! Byron!"

Byron woke up, looked around, and rolled over onto his back, exposing his flaccid penis, which was hanging low, maybe six inches soft, beautifully trimmed, and with a sexy helmet head.

He didn't seem shy and did not reach for covers; he simply said, "Wow, Mr. Daniels. That was more than I bargained for, sir."

I chuckled and said, "Mr. Daniels is too formal after our morning together. You might not want to call me Daddy all the time or Grandpa D, but Dean will work unless I'm fucking you, of course. Then it, Daddy."

He said, "Dean, that was amazing. I mean, for me, it was. I've fantasized about... this. But I got the feeling it wasn't new for you. Am I wrong?"

I replied, "Son, I've been fucking for 50 years! It wasn't new for me."

Byron smiled that sexy, cocky smile I really only noticed today and said, "I wasn't talking heterosexual sex, Mr., um, Dean. But man, I'm sure you don't want to talk about that, do you?"

I replied, "Nothing to talk about. Sex is sex, and when you're good at it, that's all that matters, son."

Again smiling, he said, "Son is better than faggot."

I said, "Faggot, it's one-thirty in the afternoon. You slept the morning away. So about your work..."

Byron cut in and said, "Today is my day off. See, I was scheduled to clean your pool tomorrow, but I didn't have anything to do today, so I came a day early because tomorrow I have two exams!"

I said, "You didn't exactly cum early, but you blasted a load. I'll give you that. You know I hit your g-spot, right?"

Byron said, "I do. I felt that you know."

I was still standing at the side of the bed while we talked, stark naked. I slowly started stroking my cock, feeling it grow harder and harder; looking Byron directly in the eye but didn't say a word.

Byron spoke first. He said, "Daddy, will you fuck me again? Your cock feels wonderful in my pussy. I need to feel you inside me!"

I didn't speak. I only nodded and watched as Byron rolled over onto his stomach, got up on all fours, and watched as I once again applied a generous amount of KY Jelly to my shaft.

The straight boy wanted to be fucked, did he? Well, he was about to get his wish!

I didn't say a word. I crawled onto the bed, aligned the head of my huge dick with his already red hole, and pushed into his ass in one swift movement!

Byron let out a yell that could have woken the dead!

"MOTHER FUCKER! AW FUCK ME! SHIT, DADDY! SHIT! OH MY GOD!" Byron yelled.

I said, "I'm not god, but I am a beast here to fuck your queer ass! You little bitch cock loving faggot!"

I slid my cock about halfway out of his ass, then back in; I'd pulled back and let it slide with half the shaft in and half out before id once again buried Bruiser deep into the depths of his freshly bred, newfound pussy.

I continued to stroke the sides of his anal canal, letting Byron feel the dick that was once again breeding his manhole.

Still on his knees, Byron had dropped down on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around a kingsize bed pillow, his face buried in the pillow. Byron continued to moan; however, his moans were no longer those of pain but those of pure pleasure. With his ass high in the air, I was no longer on my knees but actually on my feet, my body bent over Byron's tanned, muscular young hard body, plowing my raging hard-on into his body, drilling him as if he were an oil well about to explode!

I put my arms around Byron and never letting my dick slide out of his ass, I rolled, with him, until I was on my back, and Byron was sitting on top of me, my cock buried in his guts.

"Daddy! Daddy, I've never felt anything like this! Never. Oh, man. It's like..."

I cut Byron off by asking, "So you like the dick, do you bitch? Do you like the cock in your faggot ass? You like Daddy Dean fucking your boy pussy?"

Byron shouted, "Yes! Yes, sir, I do! Fuck yeah, I do!"

Raising up and then pushing back down on my cock, Byron found his groove and continued to ride my dick like the bitch he was quickly becoming!

"Roll over on your side," I instructed.

With my cock never leaving his butthole, Byron laid on his right side, his left leg high in the air, my arm holding it up, and my cock sliding into his hole, and then I stroked it.

I was massaging his prostate with the shaft of my cock, making Byron squeal like a little girl; his head fell forward, his eyes squeezed shut, his heart beating fast, and without even touching his dick, cum began erupting like the oil out of a rig!

Byron, through clenched teeth, said, "Man! I'm cuming! Fuck im cuming Daddy!"

And he did.

Once the juicy, hot, and sticky white man milk finally stopped shooting out of his sexy penis, I pulled my long, thick cock out of Byron's ass and told him to move his face down to my cock.

I said, "Suck it! Put your mouth around my cock and eat my fucking cum, queer! Suck Daddies big cock, cocksucker!"

Byron said, "Yes, sir. Ok..."

"Yeah, that's it! Keep it in your mouth... suck me, baby. Suck that dick and taste my cum!"

Byron did his best to keep the dick in his mouth, down his throat, but without the aid of poppers, he couldn't help but gag, and his eyes were pouring water, but I continued the assault on his throat, tickling his tonsils and making sure his tongue was licking my dick.

I was impressed by how his perfectly white teeth were not scraping my skin. The boy could indeed suck cock!

I put my hands on the back of his head, and I thrust deeper into his mouth. My cock was throbbing and twitching, and I only moaned as the first blast of cum shot out of my penis straight down his throat.

I slid my cock back into his mouth, up from his throat, and let the cum continue to shoot into his mouth.

I said, "Swallow it cumdump. Eat Daddy's cum. Swallow..."

The cum was shooting out in a continued blast, and Byron was eagerly sucking, attempting to swallow as much as possible, yet some of my man milk was escaping his lips. Still, with his best abilities, he continued to take every squirt!

I said, "Clean Daddy up with your tongue. Lick my cock clean, bitch."

Byron didn't speak, only held Bruiser in one hand and licked the shaft clean.

I reached down to his armpits and pulled him up beside me until his robust and slim body was side by side with me, skin against skin, and held him tight.

Byron spoke first when he said, "Sir, I never planned this. I had no idea this, or like anything like this, would ever happen. I promise you, sir. I'm sorry. I'm sorry if..."

I interrupted, saying, "Sorry, you're sorry for what, son?"

Byron said, "I don't know. This all just happened so fast. I don't know what to say."

I laughed and said, "Fast? Let's see, we fucked for over an hour this morning, almost an hour and a half, then for another hour this afternoon after you slept like a whore in my bed..."

Byron, now ready to defend himself, said, "Woa! Only because you had me smelling something crazy and fed a gummy! Not to mention you fucked the shit out of me!"

Laughing, I said, "The shower is over there. You need to take a hot one; you smell like the cum whore you are! Go!" I pointed towards the bathroom.

Rolling out of bed and walking towards the shower, Byron looked over his shoulder and said, as his dick flopped side to side, "Are you coming?"