Grandpa D and His Ranch

After arriving at the barn at 5:00 a.m. and doing my usual rituals, which are making sure everyone has the proper tools and means to carry out their duties, and well, to make sure everyone has done what I said to do the day before - along with ensuring no controlled livestock broke out of the barn or any fencing during the night, I returned home at about 8:00 a.m.

Now that Angel is no longer employed at Diamond D Ranch and Jeremy, my first cousin's son has taken over more responsibilities, I try my best to organize as much as I can for him before I return to the house, where I'll wait to see what the day holds for this semiretired ole man.

That's exactly what I had done this morning. Expecting a boring naked morning of hot coffee with a strong shot of Bailey's Liquor and my favorite news channel, I almost dreaded the beginning of a long dull day.

I am arriving home a little later than normal now, so I miss Tammy leaving. (Note to self, begin twenty minutes earlier each day).

Therefore, these past few mornings I have been giving her a call from the truck or the Gator and telling her to have a nice day, yadda yadda yadda, and confirming her expected time of arrival home (one can never be too careful when you live a double life under one roof).

Today, just as in the past few days, I stripped naked in the garage, threw my dirty clothes into the laundry that was built just for my work clothes, walked outside, and stood in the direct sunlight, stretching, feeling the light wind blow across my naked body before I walked into the house butt-ass naked, and started making coffee. Then I walked to my bedroom to shower, obviously forgetting to set the alarm.

My mind raced thinking about Angel. Thoughts of him being at his new job at a major University, no doubt dressed in his preppy business clothes, surrounded by young, studly, male athletes, and young male coaches, not to mention the older, wiser seasoned male coaches who have seen and done all, causing lewd thoughts to flash through my brain.

Hell, just men in general being around him. But Fuck him! He had made his decision. My cock grew harder, thicker, and longer each second as my mind continued to have vivid sexual thoughts of that bitch ass studly son-in-law of mine.

But I didn't touch myself, other than to wash my body using Old Spice Bodywash and shampoo. I just wasn't in the mood to stroke Bruiser to climax. Strange I know. But my mood was off.

I barely dried off with the plush, oversized monogrammed towel before tossing it aside, walking out of the bathroom still damp with shower water, my hair wet and disorderly, my cock staring directly ahead at half mask, my big balls bouncing back and forth, leaving water marks on the marble floor of the bathroom before hitting the plush white carpet of our bedroom, before walking down the hall, through the family room, and into the kitchen, still wet and dripping water.

And there he was. Standing in the kitchen by my coffee maker, casually leaning against the counter, his arms folded, showing off the muscles in his forearms holding numerous papers and folders in his big, strong hands, with a shit-eating grin on his handsome face.

His tight tee shirt showed his defined arm muscles and abs, his tight Wranglers covered his ass well, his worn work boots crossed at the ankles, a shit-eating grin on his face.

I said, "Shit man! I didn't know you were here! What the fuck?"

Jeremy, my first cousin's son and new Barn Manager, said "Matthew gave me the code, but your alarm wasn't activated. It was his idea for me to surprise you, kinda catch you off guard and all. I see he wasn't wrong. He said every morning Angel would come up here because you are the hardest early in the mornings and you'd really dick him down! He and Michael both told me that great sex, about this time every morning, puts you in a good mood, making everyone's day better. You're looking pretty happy right about now." He said as his hand waved some papers in the direction of my cock.

My eyes never left his eyes and I watched as he stared at my cock. My cock. Which was growing to its max at just a little over eight-and-a-half-inchs in length, almost seven inches thick in girth.

I said, "So Matthew told you all of that? And Michael just happened to chime in and agree? And you came up here, to the house, for what?"

Jeremy looked like a deer in the headlights and said, "Um, well, you, well, sir you told me I was to take over Angel's duties, and I have these invoices, and Matthew told me, um, he said..."

I interrupted him saying, "He said Angel's duties required sucking my hard fucking dick every morning? Did he tell you I fuck Angel's ass too? Did he tell I beat Angel's face with my cock before I shoot cum all over it? Tell me Jeremy, what the fuck did my boy say? What did his brother tell you?"

Jeremy replied, in a low tone, "He said it was just a morning ritual and I might want to..."

Again I interrupted, "You might want to keep me happy by sucking my cock? Is that it?"

Jeremy's eyes met mine and he said, "Dean, I wasn't trying to make you mad. The last I wanted was to do was..."

"Suck my cock? Or miss the opportunity to get your face fucked? Because you have not missed that chance! No way, no how! Get your fucking ass over here, drop to your knees, and suck this dick, you mother fucking little bitch boy!"

I said that as my right hand cupped my balls, then let them drop as my hand caught my shaft. Pulling my shaft up to my stomach, I then held it straight out, stroking the shaft as I pointed it directly towards Jeremy's mouth, which was now even with my penis!

Wasting no time, I told him to open wide and I shoved the full length into his waiting mouth, past his tonsils, and down his throat.

Jeremy gagged several times as his eyes began to water and his nose began to snot, then gagged again as I began to face fuck his mouth!

I take no prisoners. I have no mercy!

I was both pissed and pleased with Matthew and Michael. One side of my brain was saying "How dare they talk to Jeremy about Angel and me", while the other side was saying, "Awesome sons! You helped me to break the ice!"

I looked at the clock and saw it was almost 9:00 and my brain went into overdrive! I didn't have enough time to undress Jeremy and give him a proper fucking before Zesta, our housekeeper arrived at 10.

I pulled my cock from Jeremy's throat, releases the pressure from holding his head in place, and took a step back.

I said, "Get up off your knees and gather your papers. I'll meet you in the garage in about 10 minutes. If you want a cup of coffee fucking make it now. I want a tumbler of coffee with three fingers of Baileys in it. Make it. I'll be back. I'll meet you in the garage."

I turned and walked off towards my bedroom to get dressed, leaving a confused and bewildered Jeremy standing in the kitchen. In the mirror above the fireplace, I could see him moving, most likely looking for a tumbler!

15 minutes later I walked into the garage. Jeremy was leaning against my truck, a coffee tumbler in one hand and his Yeti in the other, his papers and files on the toolbox. Offering me the tumbler, he said, "I hope I did this the way you like it!"

I took the tumbler, pointed towards the gator, and said, "Get in." I took a long drink of the coffee, which tasted great, and said, "I'm sure you'll get better."

On the road to the bungalow, which was dubbed "The Cabin" when Shiro lived in it, I started talking. I said, "What Angel and I have, or had, hell I don't know anymore what we have, was not a ritual, but special. Very special and not to be taken lightly or joked about, or hell for that matter even talked about? Got it? We were like-minded regarding sex and how to please a man, but different in every other way there is. I don't know what else to say, other than our morning, um sexual ritual I guess we will call it, just wasn't enough to keep him here at the ranch. I guess he needed more. And I suppose he found it. I don't know. But what Matthew and Michael told you is fucked up! You know that, right?"

Jeremy responded truthfully. He said, "Fuck Cousin Dean, I don't know anymore. What Matthew and I did as kids, I thought was fun. What we kept doing as adults was wrong but fun. What we are doing now is satisfying but wrong. But I don't want it to stop! We all keep on having kids, and incestual gay sex, and life is good. They were pretty adamant about keeping you happy, and I was all for that! Um, not blowing you, but, well..."

I laughed and said, "Son, this dick has produced four kids that I know of, fucked many mouths and asses, and been used for

48 years now. I don't want that to stop. And it sure as hell won't be today, because I saw how you were looking at it. You want to suck it! Shit boy, you want it in your ass! Don't lie to me! We are all like-minded when it comes to dick! Pussy is fantastic! Our kids are a blessing! But man sex? It's different, but just as fantastic, am I wrong?"

Jeremy only shook his head no.

We had just arrived at the bungalow, and I said, "Open that barn door."

Jeremy said, "May I ask what's happening here?"

I laughed out loud and replied, "I'm gonna finish what YOU started, son. I'm gonna fuck your ass. You want me in a good mood, right?"

With the Gator parked in the barn, we made our way into the bungalow and I told Jeremy to strip. Stunned, he said, "Yes, sir. May I ask what my role is here? I mean, I'm..."

I interrupted saying, "You're my bitch, that's your role! Matthew set this up, and Michael helped. I won't deny it, I love my morning sex, and we are about to have some. That will make me tolerable to be around, wasn't that what you were told?"

Jeremy had been undressing, as I sat in a red leather wingback chair watching. I was very impressed. Jeremy had quite the body.

However, he is a Daniels! What else is to be expected?

Now totally nude, Jeremy stood there, looking at me, and asked, "What can I do for you, sir?"

I thought that was a great opening statement, but I didn't want to tell him that.

I said, "You can remove my boots and my socks first. Then my belt. I'll leave the rest to you, just as long as you get the job done."

Jeremy asked, "The job? I..."

"The job of getting me naked, bitch boy! The job of keeping me happy, man! Fuck! Enough questions! I'm sure you've got it figured out by now!"

In no time at all I was naked, my cock at full mask and my new cocksucker on his hands and knees in front of me.

Before I allowed him to suck my dick, I told him to massage my feet, starting with my toes. I had to laugh out loud when he found my tickle spots, but I continued to admire his body. He had defined muscles in his arms and chest, a little more hair than both Matt and Mike, strong legs, big feet, that seemed well-manicured, and a hairy ass.

And that cock! It was definitely a Daniels dick. I asked him, "How big is that dick of yours?"

He looked up at me and said, "You're still the winner!"

Confused, I looked at him and squinted my eyes, making my eyebrows draw and I said, "Winner?"

He moved his hands from my feet to my inner thighs in a swift move, now rubbing my inner thighs just inches from my dick. I realized the massage he was giving me felt so damn good and made Bruiser stand at full attention, a small drip of precum formed at his piss slit and Jeremy bent forward and licked it from the head of my dick, then looked back into my eyes.

He said, "Both Matthew and Michael and I have had this conversation. Together once actually. No matter how hard we try to stretch our cocks, we just can't get to eight and three-quarters inches! I tap out at about eight and a quarter, so you're still the King! Your big is bigger and thicker than ours, no matter how hard we get!"

I only smiled. It was fascinating to think the three of them had all measured their dicks, hoping to be longer than mine!

Then my mind instantly went to Angel, who is the fucking ass bitch punk who has a nine-inch cock, and the punk bitch that gave me two grandsons that also have nine-inch dicks, and my blood began to boil! My hands quickly made fists and anger took over the look on my face! Those damn Mexicans had a dicks longer than mine, but not as thick in girth! And oh how I loved all three of them!

Jeremy noticed this and asked, "Um, Dean? What's going on?" However, he never stopped massaging my muscles and the rub down was feeling great.

Relaxing, I said, "Not one thing, young man. Not one thing. Yes. We Daniels have big cocks. Count yourself as blessed."

Jeremy, the grandson of my Uncle Jim who molested me, the son of my dad's brother's son, who would have been an heir to this very ranch had I not bought it outright, leaned forward and began sucking my dick as one hand continued massaging my thigh and his other hand cupped and massaged my ball sack. What a fucked up bunch of ranchers we are, I thought to myself.

I placed both my hands on Jeremy's head and began rubbing my fingers through his hair. I was totally relaxed, receiving yet another fabulous blowjob from a Daniels man!

I put one hand under each of his armpits and as I began raising him I said, "Let's move this to the bed."

He only nodded his head in approval as he let my cock plop from his mouth and he began to stand.

I once again took in his strong physical appearance, admiring his sexy body. I smiled and he noticed and said, "I try to stay in shape. All the physical work I do helps!"

I laughed and said, "It shows!"

Before I stood up out of the chair I said, "Come over here and let me see that cock. It is awfully nice!"

He took a couple of steps towards me and I reached out and took it in my hand. I admired the length, and the thickness, and I was awestruck by the defined blood vessels that ran down the center of the shaft. Big and veiny, it certainly had the marking of a Daniels penis. I said, "One thing Great Grandpa Daniels did was mark his offspring with cocks. We all have that same defined blood vessel going the length of the shaft!"

Laughing Jeremy said, "Yes sir. We do. Matt and Mike have it, just like Daddy did."

I looked up at him and said, "Do I wanna know that story?"

He said, "I'm sure you already do. But now? You're my Daddy. I'm here. With you. Working for you and ready to serve you. But no sir, this isn't my first rodeo, and you're still the King!"

I stood and led Jeremy to the bed. He laid down on his back, and I crawled the length of his body and stretched out over him and we kissed. His mouth opened to meet mine, my tongue first licking his lips, then entered his mouth. Jeremy's hands explored my back, from my neck to my ass, pulling me closer to his body, although I already had my full weight on him.

My hard cock pressed into his hard cock before Jeremy spread his legs wider, allowing my cock the relief it needed to slip between his legs and mesh into his ballsack.

Reluctantly, Jeremy broke the kiss, and said, "Please Daddy Dean, fuck me!"

I reached into the nightstand and removed a tube of KY Jelly and applied a small amount to the head of my dick before applying a blob to the hole of Jeremy's man pussy. I took a few minutes to rub my middle finger around the pink outer edges of his asshole, as l looked at his hairy ass. I smiled and said, "Nice and clean."

Jeremy replied, "Again, not my first rodeo."

His freshly duched ass was ripe for the fucking.

Using my hand with the lube, I began stroking Bruiser as I aligned the head of my hard cock to the rosebud of his ass, then I began pushing in as Jeremy began pushing out, opening his hole for my cock to enter.

Now up on my knees, between Jeremy's wide spread legs, a pillow under his ass, I pushed my cock into his man-pussy inch after inch until I had about five inches inside him, then I leaned back, pulled maybe two out before pushing the entire shaft back into Jeremy's deep hole, causing him to moan and groan, before letting out a loud squeal like the sound of pure pleasurable pain!

Then I began fucking his ass! Moving forward and backward, side to side, Jeremy quickly began moving in contrast with me and we quickly became one. Long deep strokes made our loving making a wonderful sensation, and Jeremy said, "Damn! Now I know what Matthew was talking about! Your cock and body are hard as nails! You're, you're... aw, sshhiiitttt...!"

I knew I was stroking his prostate, and I also knew that if I kept stroking him just as I was, his cock would shoot his man milk soon!

I continued my assault on Jeremy's hole as I leaned forward, stretching out atop of him, the length of my body now fully on top of his, and kissed his mouth.

The angle of my cock shifted in his man-pussy making Jeremy moan louder as his arms wrapped around my body, squeezing me tighter.

Our kiss broke, my head now beside his, and as I nibbled on his ear, he said, "Holy Fuck Daddy! This feels amazing! I've never... I've never been... I've never felt like this before!"

I kissed his neck before using my arms to push myself up, and once back on my knees, I pulled my dick almost out of his ass totally, before slamming it back into his now wet asshole, which was accepting my hard cock with ease.

With one deep push, Jeremy shouted, "Holy Hell, Fuck me...!" and his cock shot the first big load of sticky white man milk straight into the air, a blob hitting my chin, another hitting Jeremy's chin, then load after load, at least five in total, shot out of Jeremy's monster cock, landing on his chest and stomach before the last few droplets ran down his shaft. It was only then that I realized Jeremy's hand had not touched his dick.

Jeremy finally reached down and stroked his cock several times, getting his fingers coated in his cum before he raised them to my face and I guided them into my mouth, tasting his cum for the first time, sensually sucking each of his long fingers.

The bitter-sweet nectar tasted as manly as his body looked.

I had slowed my fucking of his ass down, to an almost halt, only leaving my hard dick buried in his ass. But once I tasted his juice, I again began long stroking his ass, telling him I needed to cum!

"On my face! In my mouth! You can breed me next time, but today, please shoot it in my mouth!" Jeremy practically pleaded!

I pulled out of his ass, and moved to the side of the bed, standing next to him I rolled him around until his head was resting on the edge of the bed, and using a wet cloth, I wiped my cock off, then slapped Jeremy across the face with Bruiser before I simply said, "Open wide!"

Jeremy opened his mouth, and I pushed Bruiser into his throat before he closed his lips around my shaft and his tongue worked its magic, starting the milking process of my big, thick cock!

I could feel my balls tighten as my nuts began the process of moving the sperm from them into my shaft before releasing the love juice through the piss slit in my cock!

I only moaned loudly, as in a warning to Jeremy as the first thick load he'd receive shot down his throat, causing him to gag!

I said, "Open your lips" and as he did, I pulled Bruiser back, shooting rope after hot rope of cum into his mouth, allowing him to taste and then eat my man juice.

I instructed him to swallow, and just as I pulled Bruiser from his mouth, cum and slobber, wet spit made string-like ropes from the head of my dick to his ruby-red lips.

I once again slapped my dick across his face as drops of cum dribbled from my slit, and Jeremy smiled and said, "You certainly trained Matthew to fuck well. You're a good teacher."

I smiled and breathing heavily said, "Well, I didn't teach him, since I didn't have sex with him until he was forty! But I'll take credit for giving him the tool to fuck like a beast!"

I looked at Jeremy's body once again, taking in his flaccid five-inch thick ass dick, and thought to myself, that's a Daniels dick.